i am not at my best at midnight

anonymous asked:

i literally skipped over the mineta, sero, & midnight fight bc i rly cant stand mineta.. like how can a school of heroes practically ignore such blatant sexual perversion?? simply calling him trash hasn't stopped him? god forbid he becomes a pro and suddenly thinks hes too cool to be rejected Fuck i hope someone kills him

That’s another thing that’s been bothering me too. Although, I gotta say, it’s a fight worth watching, if only to watch Sero falling onto Midnight’s titties; even I, Chii, am not above admiring that particular moment.
But this circles back to the thing I was saying about the first OVA, in which Mineta does nasty things TWICE. And it makes me so damn mad. The thing I mentioned in that other ask, about what he says when he’s put on the Hero team with my best boys Baks and Deku, along with Uraraka, is he’s talking about being able to touch the girls in class while rescuing them, staring at Tsuyu and Mina’s asses as he talks about it, and Midoriya bluntly says “you’re not allowed to carry anyone, Mineta.”
It’s so disgusting like please, nasty rat child, STOP. Aizawa sees potential in him but potential and actuality are different things and someone needs to kick this nasty little shit to the curb. I’d say Bakugou should team up with Uraraka and blast him into space, but I don’t want either of /them/ getting in trouble for doing what is basically a public service. Because you know they would get in trouble for it.

Prompts for writing, journals, get to know me’s or whatever

About me

Am I a clean or messy person?
Am I a tea or coffee person?
Am I a vegetarian/vegan?
Am I afraid of heights?
Am I allergic to anything?
Am I an early bird or a night owl?
Am I an extrovert or introvert?
Am I an innie or an outie?
Am I easily embarrassed?
Am I in a relationship?
Am I left or right handed?
Am I much of a daredevil?
Am I scared of the dark?
Am I social?
Am I superstitious?
Am I ticklish?
Can I bake?
Can I cook?
Can I curl my tongue?
Can I dance?
Can I drive?
Can I juggle?
Can I play poker?
Can I roll my r’s?
Can I sing?
Can I spell well?
Can I swim?
Can I wiggle my ears?
Do I correct people when they make mistakes?
Do I have a collection of anything?
Do I have a strong accent?
Do I have any nicknames?
Do I have any pet peeves?
Do I have any piercings?
Do I have any strange phobias?
Do I have more girl friends or boy friends?
Do I have much of an ego?
Do I judge a book by its cover?
Do I like bubble baths?
Do I like classical music?
Do I like clowns?
Do I like my handwriting?
Do I like roller-coasters?
Do I like scary movies?
Do I like shopping?
Do I like to gossip?
Do I like to talk on the phone?
Do I like travelling?
Do I play any instruments?
Do I sleep with the lights on or off?
Do I smile at strangers?
Do I suck or bite lollipops?
Do I talk to myself?
Do I tend to hold grudges?
Do I use earphones or headphones?
Do I use sarcasm a lot?
Do I want any tattoos?
Do I wear glasses?
Have I ever been on a plane?
Have I ever been on tv?
Have I ever been to the hospital?
Have I ever crashed a car?
Have I ever got in trouble with the law?
Have I ever had a rumour spread about me?
Have I ever had braces?
Have I ever pulled an all-nighter?
Have I ever skipped school?
Have I ever started a rumour?
Have I ever thrown up in the car?
How long does it take for me to get ready?
How many relationships have I ever had?
How old was I when I first got my period?
How tall am I?
What am I most likely to be doing when I am outside?
What am I usually doing on a Friday night?
What are my favourite bands?
What are my favourite flowers?
What can I smell in the air?
What colours mostly dominate my wardrobe?
What is my appearance like?
What is my culture?
What is my current wallpaper on my phone?
What is my full name and why did I get it?
What is my greatest strength?
What is my greatest weakness?
What is my guilty pleasure?
What is my Hogwarts house?
What is my most expensive piece of clothing?
What is my most heavily used makeup product?
What is my most used phrase?
What is my most used word?
What is my personality like?
What is my personality type?
What is my religion?
What is my spirit animal?
What is my strangest talent?
What is my zodiac sign?
What is one trend that I completely bought into?
What is something I can’t do no matter how hard I try?
What is something I hated as a child that I like now?
What is the last thing I bought?
What is the longest I’ve ever gone without sleep?
What is the pet I would like to have?
What is the worst injury I’ve ever gotten?
What language do I want to learn?
What video games do I play when I want to relax?
What was the last book I read?
What was the last movie I saw?
What word do I always use as an exclamation?
What word do I always use to describe something great?
Where do I currently live?
Which is my favourite season?


Favourites

What is my favourite accent?
What is my favourite animal?
What is my favourite band?
What is my favourite childhood book?
What is my favourite colour?
What is my favourite drink?
What is my favourite flavour of ice cream?
What is my favourite food to eat on a rainy day?
What is my favourite food to eat on a sunny day?
What is my favourite number?
What is my favourite place on the planet?
What is my favourite radio station?
What is my favourite sandwich?
What is my favourite snack?
What is my favourite song?
What is my favourite swear word?
What is my favourite word?
What is my favourite thing to wear?


People

Do I remember the day I met …?
How are my mother and I similar and different?
What are the compliments I have given other people?
What are the compliments people have given me?
What do my best friend and I have in common?
What gifts would I like to give everyone?
What if I could meet anyone on this planet – who would I choose?
Where is my best friend?
Which actors & actresses do I trust enough to watch whatever they’re in?
Which teachers inspired me the most?
Who are my favourite characters?
Who are my friends?
Who are my parents?
Who are my sisters?
Who are the new people I met? – their names and where we met
Who are the writers I trust enough to read anything they write?
Who brings the sunshine on the days I see nothing but a grey sky?
Who is my best friend?
Who is my celebrity crush?
Who is my favourite youtuber?
Who is my role model?
Who is my secret valentine?
Who is someone I admire?
Who is someone that saved me?
Who is the most intelligent person I know?
Who is the most supportive person in my life right now?
Who was the last person I texted?
Who would I like to go on a midnight adventure with?
Who would I love to randomly see this week?
Who would I really like to hug?
Who would I really like to punch?
Why am I grateful for …?
Why am I grateful for dad?
Why am I grateful for mum?


Music

A playlist for 12-year-old me
A playlist for throwback Thursday
A playlist for when I’m angry
A playlist for when I’m in love
A playlist for when I’m in the mood to party
A playlist for when I’m sad
A playlist of songs that I have on repeat
A playlist that makes me want to dance
A playlist that makes me want to sing
A playlist to inspire me
A playlist to listen to on the bus/train
A playlist with the classics
A song that really speaks to me
A song that was stuck in my head today
Bands and their logos
Song lyrics
What are the first 6 songs when I put my playlist on shuffle?
What song always brings a smile to my face?

Places

A place where the architecture made me want to wake up and see the city skyline every morning
A place where the customer service made me tip £100
A place where the memories were unforgettable
A place where the nature made me want to live in the middle of nowhere
A place where the people restored my faith in humanity
How to get to my favourite place
Places I have never been to but want to see.
Somewhere I want to go before I die
Somewhere I want to go before I turn 20
Somewhere I would rather be right now.
What are the popular places in town?
What is the worst place I’ve been to?
Where is my favourite place to shop?
Where was I born?

Lists

A list of every single song on the albums released by my fav bands

Every tom and jerry’s ice cream flavour (I want to try).

Places I would like to see.

Sounds I like.

Sounds I dislike.

Sports I like.

Star signs.

The first 5 things I saw on my way home.

The first 5 words that come to mind.

The main roman gods.

The main Greek gods.

Things I don’t own but like.

Things I want to buy.

Top 10 episodes to watch

Top 10 favourite quotes.

Top 10 movies to watch.

Top 10 people I want to meet.

Top 10 places in Manchester.

Top 10 restaurants I love.

What is the sentence on line 13 of page 23 in the book nearest to me?

What movies do I watch when I’m feeling down?

What tv shows do I always recommend?

What were my favourite tv shows as a child?

What words don’t seem real to me?

Wish list



Experiences/Memories

A memory in summer

A memory in winter

A memory with my family.

A memory with my friends.

I’ll never forget the day (a teacher) did this.

Memories from high school

Special moments I want to witness.

The story behind my first kiss

The story behind my last kiss

The stories behind my scars

What are the memories I never want to forget?

What is my saddest memory?

What is the first thing I remember?

What is the funniest thing I remember?

What was my most embarrassing moment?

What was the happiest day of my life?

What was the last concert I went to?

What was the most amazing thing I’ve ever witnessed?

What was the most disappointing thing in my life?

What was the most nervous I’ve ever been?

What was the saddest day of my life?

When was I last scared for my life?


Letters

A note to my favourite teachers.

Dear _____, I would like to tell you.

Dear 5-year-old me.

Dear 10-year-old me.

Dear 13-year-old me.

Dear 15-year-old me.

Dear 16-year-old me.

Dear 18-year-old me.

Dear 21-year-old me.

Dear 25-year-old me.

Dear all the boys I’ve liked.

Dear someone I need to forgive.

Letters to my future children.



Questions to answer

A wise person learns from the mistakes of others – do I agree?

Advice to any if the new kids at sf.

Am I a bad loser?

Am I a good liar?

Am I a writer?

Am I an artist?

Am I good at giving advice?

Am I happy with myself?

Am I happy with the person I’ve become?

Am I the kind of friend I would like to have as a friend?


Books I always reread

Can insanity bring on more creativity?

Do I admit when I’m wrong?

Do I believe that people are capable of change?

Do I belong here?

Do I hold grudges?

Do I have trust issues?

Do I like confrontation?

Do I live or do I just exist?

Do I prefer to be on camera or behind it?

Do I really want a cat?

Do I trust easily?

Have I ever been bullied?

Have I ever been on a date?

Have I ever felt like I wasn’t enough?

Have I ever felt rejected by my friends/family?

Have I ever had a friend turn into an enemy?

Have I ever had a paranormal experience?

Have I ever had a public perception of me change from good to bad?

Have I ever had a song or poem written about me?

Have I ever hopelessly failed a test?

Have I learnt from my mistakes?

How am I feeling?

How do I find comfort when I’m sad?

How do I vent my anger?

How do I want to be remembered?

How could I avoid getting hurt?

How does a (any appliance around the home) work?

How I think will determine how I live – agree or not?

How would I define my sense of humour?

What am I like when I’m angry?

What am I most afraid of?

What are some things that stand between me and complete happiness?

What did I like about being a kid?

What did I want to be when I was younger?

What do I admire most in others?

What do I hate about sf?

What do I hate most about myself?

What do I love most about myself?

What do I notice first when I see someone?

What do I think about selfies?

What do I think about the most?

What do I think could be improved in the educational system?

What do I think people think of me?

What do I touch first when I stick my arms out?

What do I wish I didn’t miss?

What do I wish for every night?

What does a rainbow mean to me?

What fictional character do I wish was real?

What fictional universe would I like to be a part of?

What is an experience that has made me stronger?

What is an item of clothing or jewellery you’ll never see me without?

What is my biggest dream and how do I plan on making it become a reality?

What is my biggest what if?

What is my greatest achievement?

What is my greatest failure?

What is my secret weapon to get someone to like me?

What is one aspect of myself that I feel confident about?

What is one thing I am interested in learning more about?

What is something that makes me feel vulnerable?

What is the best gift I’ve ever received?

What is the first thing I think of when I hear the word ‘heart’?

What is the hardest lesson I have had to learn in life?

What is the ideal age to be and why?

What is the most scandalous situation I’ve ever been involved in?

What is the nicest thing about a person?

What is the single best decision I’ve made in my life so far?

What is the single worst decision I’ve made in my life so far?

What makes a great relationship?

What makes me smile?

What motivates me to succeed?

What part of my life would I relive if I could?

What part of my life would I remove if I could?

What question am I afraid to tell the truth to?

What questions would I ask to get to know someone better?

What was I doing at 12am last night?

What was I like as a child and how did my personality change as I got older?

What was my favourite subject in school?What was the last lie I told?

What was the most ridiculous thing that made me cry?

What will I do in university?

What would I change about my sf?

What would I change about my life if you knew I would never die?

What would I change about the world?

What would I like to change this year?

What would I do differently if you knew that no one was judging me?

What would I do in the event of an apocalypse?

What would I have to see to cry tears of joy?

What would I want written on my tombstone?

When did I experience stage fright or nervousness in front of a crowd?

When do I feel most at peace?

When did I last send a handwritten letter to someone?

When did I not speak up, when I know I really should have?

When did I witness something controversial and had to keep it a secret?

When was the last time I cried?

Where do I see myself in 10 years’ time?

Where do I want to live?

Where is the best place to get pizza?

Where would I go if I got a plane ticket to anywhere?

Which do I value more in others, brains or beauty?

Who do I get on with better, girls or boys?

Who do I miss the most?

Who do I need the most?

Why couldn’t I get out of bed this morning?

Why couldn’t I sleep last night?

Why do I hate insects?

Why do dogs hate me and I hate them?

Will you lend me a hand – how do I think this idiom got started?

Would I ever spread gossip?

Would people consider me a diva?

University classes are a monster you can’t prepare for until you’re in them. I have been through every up and down with schoolwork possible in the past year, so here are some tips that can hopefully help you avoid those downs:

Choosing and Registering for Your Classes

  • Make sure to thoroughly check both your major requirements and your gen ed requirements. Normally, you’ll have an advisor to help you make sure you’re on track, but Vandy doesn’t assign first-year engineering students one until after registration when school starts, and I didn’t have an advisor for this year’s registration either due to my major change, so I’ve spent hours and hours doing this on my own. There’s often recommended courses and example schedules in the course catalog that tell you what classes you should be taking at this point in time. Pay attention to that and you should be fine. For example, you have to have taken a first-level writing class to qualify for junior standing here. Those are the little things you have to look out for. To keep track of it all, I have a spreadsheet I use for planning my sophomore - senior years that lists all the requirements I need to meet in terms of hours and courses in order to graduate on time. I plug in possible courses and see which requirement they would fulfill and when. You can check it out here to see what I mean, it’s very helpful.
  • Find at least one fun elective to take if at all possible. It gets very tiring when all you have on your schedule are really difficult classes that you don’t enjoy. Try to find at least one class that you’re genuinely interested in to help get you excited for the day. Each of my last semesters, my schedule consisted of a calculus class, a lab science, a comp sci class, and Italian. Italian was the only fun one that I enjoyed going to. It really helps you out. You’re not just in college to get your degree, you’re there to discover what you really want to do, so feel free to explore your catalog and take something completely out of character just because you want to. Bonus if it fills some kind of requirement (Italian filled my Foreign Language Proficiency and one of my International Cultures reqs.).
  • Have multiple versions of your schedule based on which classes you may or may not get into. I don’t know about your school, but at Vanderbilt, class registration is literally like the Hunger Games. You’re assigned an enrollment date based on your year (seniors get to go first, then juniors, etc.) and at 8 am on that day, you refresh the website and either enroll in your classes or get placed on the wait list for it. If you’re a freshman, you’re basically screwed because you go last, and so you could have planned out your perfect schedule only to find they’ve all filled up the day before your enrollment period starts. To avoid having to scramble, have multiple versions of your schedule, with back ups and substitutions for every class. This way, you won’t be surprised when you go to enroll and all but one of your classes are filled, then you have to search for other classes, but at that point, all that’s left are scraps that don’t fit your requirements. Plan plan plan and practice clicking the enroll button on all your classes as fast as you can for when the clock strikes 8.
  • You have freedom over your schedule now; take advantage of that! No more 8-3 Monday through Friday; you can take classes whenever you want. I prefer to have all my classes on MWF in a block of a few hours and only one or no class on TR. Of course, sometimes you’re going to have to take classes at less optimal times, but do try to accommodate yourself and take classes at times you know will be good for you. Lots of people prefer to start early and finish early, while I like to start no earlier than 11, even if I don’t finish until 5. The best part of college is you can do what you want.
  • Don’t take 8 ams. I’m repeating this cause it’s important. I swear, you’ll regret it. In high school, I woke up every morning early as hell to catch my bus at 6:30, but in college, it was nearly impossible for me to get up for my 11 am only three times a week. Don’t ever take an 8 am by choice. And if you have no choice, good luck lol.
  • Don’t be afraid to drop a class. If you’re doing terribly in a class or you absolutely can’t stand it, drop the class. There’s a very little chance that if you’re failing during the first half of the semester, you’ll be able to change your grade dramatically in the second half. Maybe you decided to be an overzealous freshman and signed up for the maximum number of hours possible and now you’re drowning. Drop a class! Sometimes, a course is going to do more harm to you than good, so it’s best to get rid of it than have an F or a W on your transcript.
  • Use RateMyProfessor! I totally forgot about this when I originally posted this and it’s already got almost 1,000 notes but hopefully people see this. RateMyProfessor is so fucking useful. It’s IMPERATIVE that you check this website before you enroll in classes. Someone at Vandy actually made a Chrome extension for our enrollment website that automatically shows a professor’s ranking while you’re looking for classes. Obviously, take it with a grain of salt, and make sure the reviews actually make valid points about the workload and class and isn’t just someone bitter about failing. I took calc with a professor who taught at my high school just cause she taught at my high school even though her reviews said she was insanely difficult and the class was near impossible to pass. Guess what? They were right and I failed as did a big chunk of everyone else in her class. You don’t have to let RMP dictate your schedule, but definitely check it out, and if everyone says the professor is awful, don’t fucking take them. 

Attending Your Classes

  • Establish a connection with your professor early. I recommended introducing yourself on the first day of class just so they know your name and face in another post. It’d be even better to attend an office hour or review session or something. Just make sure they know you. It’ll be easier to communicate when you need something later in the semester if it isn’t their first time seeing you.
  • Actually use this connection with your professors. In my experience, they can be pretty understanding and when you’re in a bad place, they’ll likely help you out. If something is preventing you from doing your best in class, go to them for help (I didn’t go to many office hours but I wish I did! Who better to explain to you something you don’t understand than the person who grades you on it?) or explain to them your situation. I had professors let me take tests late and redo assignments due to my mental health after I explained to them I wasn’t just a terrible student; if it wasn’t for this, I would’ve failed all of their classes. Maybe at the end of the semester they’ll drop one of your wonky grades or bump you up that extra half point you need. Your professors are a resource, and it’s up to you to use it.
  • Take notes however you want. I used my laptop in some, paper in others, and even my iPad and a stylus for calculus. In all of your classes will be a mixture of different techniques and no one cares what you do. Whatever works best for you and helps you get down the most information is what you should do. Also, you don’t have to write down everything. If your professor uses slides and posts them for you to download, you don’t really have to write down anything at all unless they add extra points, so that’s really convenient. 
  • You don’t have to sit in the front. As long as you can see and hear, which you’ll likely be able to due to large projection screens and microphones, it literally doesn’t matter where you sit. In my experience, the professors call on people from every part of the lecture hall, so everyone gets an equal chance at participation. It’s up to yourself to make sure you can pay attention, not your seat.
  • Do your best to attend every single class meeting. It’s inevitable that you’re going to miss class at some point; you will get sick, you won’t have finished an assignment, you’ll need a mental health day, something will happen. Missing class can too easily become a habit if you do it often, so try to never do it. Don’t force yourself to go if you can’t handle it, obviously your health always comes first, but I mean don’t skip cause you want to sleep in or cause you just don’t feel like going. If you do have to miss class and 1) you have a good reason for it (i.e. sickness) and 2) it’s a class small enough that your professor will notice you’re not there, email them and let them know why, just so they’re aware you’re not just skipping to skip.  
  • Try to make friends in your classes. A little study group would be even better. It’ll be really useful to have someone who can help you with a homework question you don’t understand or send you their notes when you miss a class. It can also be great to study with other people, depending on how you study best. I’ve had friends in all my classes so far and it’s been a great help, even if we just complained about the test we just failed then went to get pizza.

Tackling the Coursework

  • Make a REALISTIC study schedule. The key word here is realistic. During winter break I made a study schedule that started with me waking up at 8 am every morning to go work out and ended with me going to sleep promptly at 11 or midnight after spending literally the entire day studying with breaks only for meals. No breaks on weekends, no room to socialize, and I thought this would be perfectly fine for me to follow. Of course, I didn’t last a week because that was fucking ridiculous. You don’t need to schedule every hour of your day; college doesn’t work like that. Just do something simple, an hour for a class or maybe less depending on how hard it is and if you have a test coming up. Trust your instincts. There’s no need to go overboard, and you don’t need to spend six hours a day working, just dedicate a time to studying and stick with that.
  • Explore study techniques until you find one that works for you. Everyone doesn’t study the same, so if you do what everyone else is doing you might not get the results you want. Even if you had a great system in high school, it might not be fitting for college, so check out a bunch of different methods and see how you do with them. Once you find the best way you study, you’ll be unstoppable when exam time comes.
  • Start your assignments early, as soon as you can after they’re assigned. There’s nothing worse than having a bunch of assignments/tests/papers due on the same day and you haven’t finished any of them. Trust me, it is so much less stressful to complete an assignment as soon as you can after it’s been assigned so you don’t have to worry about it anymore. Putting things off has much more severe consequences than it did in high school and you will regret procrastinating. If you have a weekly assignment due every Friday, try to complete them by Wednesday every week. At the very least, start an assignment the day you get it even if you can’t finish it that day. It’s a lot easier to do something after you’ve already begun working on it, and that one thing you do is progress.
  • The name of the college game is prioritization. If college teaches you anything, it’s how to prioritize your duties. You need to create a hierarchy of importance for your classes and types of assignments. For me, calculus assignments were always done first because that was the most difficult class and the one I absolutely needed to pass, and Italian was always done last cause it was my easiest class and I could complete even our biggest assignments in one day. You’re going to have a very large amount of work and sometimes you have to sacrifice finishing a small homework assignment to finish a huge paper or study for an exam. I liked to complete my hardest/longest assignments right when I got back from class to get them over with and leave my easier ones for later. Prioritizing is essential if you want to succeed in university, so learn how to do it immediately! 
  • Remember that uni is really difficult and your grades don’t define you. Something I learned the hard way is that sometimes you can try really really hard, do the best you can, and still fail. That’s just life. Sometimes you have to do something a million times before you get it right, or before you discover that it just isn’t right for you at all. I worked harder than I ever had this past year, and what I got in return was two failed classes, two D’s, academic probation, and a 2.3 GPA. Actually, my current GPA isn’t even a 2.3, it’s a 2.295, which is probably blasphemy to the studyblr community, but this shit happens. It happens to all of us and it sucks. It can be really shitty to feel like your effort wasn’t reflected in your result. What you need to do is adjust your expectations and keep working hard. After you hit your stride, your grades could be great in no time. Or you could discover that math or science or english just isn’t for you. Maybe you’ll discover university as a whole isn’t right for you, and that’s okay! Bad grades, whether you define that as a B or an F, don’t mean you’re a bad student or a bad person. You do what you can, and then let go of what you can’t control. The sooner you grasp this idea, and the sooner you learn to be gentle with yourself, the easier a time you’ll have.

So I feel like I forgot a lot of things but also this is pretty long so I’m going to end the post here. If you have any further questions or topics for a post you’d like to see, my inbox is always open. I don’t know which post is coming next, but I’ll keep you posted. Thanks for reading and I hope this helped you out!

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anonymous asked:

"You dont want me" ladynoir

Ladybug sat at the top of the Eiffel Tower, her head in her hands, wondering how she could have possibly screwed things up SO badly. 

She heard the light footfall of her partner landing behind her. She couldn’t say she was surprised, he had never been one to leave her to stew in her own misery. 

“So…” he drawled, coming and sitting beside her, “that was an interesting broadcast today.” 

“It was a disaster,” she moaned, still not looking up at him, “I should just throw myself off this tower and put myself out of my misery.” 

“Oh come on, it’s not as bad as all that,” Chat said, patting her awkwardly on the back. 

She turned and glared at him. “It was a live stream, Chat! LIVE! It’s out there. Right now!” 

“True,” he conceded, nodding his head, “but it’s not like you said anything horrible. It was kinda cute actually.” 

“You don’t understand,” she moaned, slumping over so until she was curled up in his lap, “I’ve ruined everything! What sort of an idiot starts babbling about their crush on a live broadcast.” 

“Well, apparently you,” Chat said with a light laugh, cautiously reaching forward to play with the ends of her hair, “and about half of the rest of the known world. It could be a lot worse buginette.” 

“Do you think there is a chance he didn’t see it?” she asked hopefully, looking up at her partner’s thoughtful expression. 

He gave her a pitying smile. “I think you’re pretty much out of luck their bugaboo. You already have a ship name and everything. It’s trending on twitter.” 

“Ugh, that’s terrible,” she groaned, curling up tighter and burying her face against his leg. 

“I don’t know,” Chat teased, “I thought Ladrien had kind of a nice ring to it.” 

“This can’t be happening,” she moaned. 

“Hey, come on. What’s this really about? Is it really going to be so awful for the guy to know you like him? He might be flattered.” 

“It’s not that,” Ladybug said softly, “I mean, it’s MORE than that. I haven’t even told him I liked him- as myself, my not Ladybug self I mean. And now… let’s say he does feel flattered? That just means I have made myself my own competition! And it’s not like I can just go up to him and be like: Hey, by the way I’m Ladybug and, as you already know, I’m totally in love with you! Want to date me now?” 

“Oh god,” Chat said with a sudden sense of horror, “there are going to be so many desperate fangirls trying to do that.” 

“I didn’t even think about that! If he didn’t before he’s definitely going to hate me now. I might be the only person in the world who can simultaneously confess to her crush and make it harder for him to notice me!”  

“You really are one of a kind there bugaboo,” Chat said giving her another reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

“And what if this puts him in danger? I mean I might as well have stamped a butterfly tattoo across his back saying property of Ladybug, please exchange for one miraculous!” 

“Please don’t do that. I am told that models need to be very particular about what they put on their skin.” 

“It’s not funny. What if I honestly made him a target?”

“Hey,” Chat said “I promise you, if anything happens I will be the first person on the scene.” 

“Thanks,” she said gratefully, reaching up and catching his hand in her own.

“So, you’re in love with the model boy,” Chat said softly, rubbing his thumb absently against the back of her hand, “gotta say I didn’t see that one coming.” 
“Yeah well, it’s not like it really matters anymore,” she sighed, “it’s not like it would ever happen.” 

He scoffed at her, rolling his eyes theatrically to show his clear contempt for her pessimism. “So tell me My Lady,” he asked shifting slightly so that he could look down at her with a playful smile, “what is it that you see in this guy anyways?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” 

“You don’t want me, so clearly you aren’t after the guy for his looks,” Chat said wiggling his eyebrows flirtatiously. 

“No,” Ladybug laughed, “although they don’t hurt.” 

“Why My Lady, was that you finally admitting that you find me attractive?” 

“You’ve always been attractive and you know it,” she said reaching up and flicking his bell. “As you can see I’ve just had my attentions elsewhere.” 

“Oh so this is a long standing attachment then? How long have you been dreaming of being M’Lady Agreste?” he teased poking her lightly on the nose. 

“Almost from the first day I met him. It will be two years next week,” she said softly. 

“The start of school,” Chat murmured, “you know him then?” 

“yeah,” she admitted reaching blindly around to catch his other hand and pull him to her like a security blanket. “We were in the same class in college and we still have a few classes together now. Plus our friends are dating so we hang out a lot.” 

“You two are close then,” Chat said a little breathlessly, “that… well that certainly clears things up.” 
“Yeah,” Ladybug said, “it’s not just some creepy celebrity crush. I mean, it kind of was that too. I have like 2 dozen photos of him plastered on my wall that I used to practice talking to because for the longest time I could barely string a sentence together around him, it was kind of embarrassing. I got over it eventually, but by that point I didn’t really have the heart to take the pictures down.” 

Chat gave her a warm smile. “I can see it now, you stuttering and tripping and shooting the poor confused boy adorable awkward smiles before running off in the opposite direction.” 

“Shut up,” Ladybug said but she couldn’t help grinning at her partners soft tone and fond smile. “I got better.” 

“I know.” He raised one of her hands to his lips and gave her a delicate kiss. “So you still haven’t told me what you see in this guy,” he challenged, “If I am getting demoted to your rebound choice I deserve to know what I am up against,” he said slyly. 

“He’s kind,” Ladybug smiled, filling with warmth as she thought about her love. “He always wants to see the best in people,and he… he is just good, you know? The kind of goodness that doesn’t come from ignorance or being sheltered, but that has seen pain and and heartache and loss and yet still chooses to be good. 

“That is high praise indeed My Lady.” 

“You aren’t going to make fun of me for this?” 

“No My Lady. If anything I am going to love you more for it.” 

She gave him another grateful smile before sitting up. The sun had begun to set and she knew she should be getting home. She probably had a dozen of so missed calls from Alya waiting for her. 

“Well who knows,” she said attempting to be flippant. “Maybe he’ll finally just reject me and I will change my mind about you Kitty.” 

“Wouldn’t that be a twist,” Chat laughed climbing to his feet and offering her his hand to help her up as well. 

“It would probably be for the best,” she sighed. “It’s not like we can be together. Not with Hawkmoth still on the loose. There is too much at stake. And I don’t know if I could bear having to hide my identity in a relationship.” 

Chat grinned again. “You are very wise My Lady.” 

“Mostly I am just telling myself that so I can feel better,” she admitted and was rewarded with a loud melodious laugh. 

“You know,” he said, eyes twinkling “you are probably right. Clandestine meetings, midnight makeout sessions, it’s probably better to hold out for the real thing.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Besides, I hate to break it to you My Lady but I have a sinking feeling that #Ladrien is not to be.” 

“And why is that Kitty?” 

“Well,” Chat said looking out at the sunset, “not to be the bearer of bad news but I have it on very good authority that your lover is very much spoken for.” 

“oh?” Ladybug said trying not to let her disappointment show. 

“Yes, completely and hopelessly in love. Someone at his school in fact.” 

“And who is this mystery girl?” she asked. 

“It’s right on the tip of my tongue,” Chat said his eyes glittering with something she couldn’t quite name, “it will come to me. I’ll have to tell you next time I see you.” 

“Well thanks for the heads up,” she said leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek, “and thanks for cheering me up.” 

“Always My Lady. I should probably get heading home myself.” he pulled out his staff and and extended it. 

“Oh,” he said, shooting her a final grin as prepared to depart, “I do remember one thing.”
“And what’s that?” 

“The mystery girl, I knew there was something about her that I found particularly delectable.” 

“And what is that?” 

“Her parent’s own a bakery.”  

My writing

Disclaimer: Works marked with * are rated explicit for sexually explicit content and/or other adult themes. The works are in order from oldest to newest under each category.

Series 
Illuminate Her 
I. No Promises* - He needs her more than anything else, he needs to be close, to be touched and held. He needs nails grazing his skin and teeth dragging along his shoulder. Because he feels a little less like a machine, and a little more like a person when he’s with her. All despite her tenacious attempts to keep him distant from her. 

II. Patience Like This* - “I care about you. More than I want to. And that scares me. It scares me so much that I sometimes wish we’d never met. I hate that you make me feel this way. You kind of drive me nuts. But somehow I still want you. You mess me up so bad and I still want you.”

Atlas: Senses  
I. Touch* - “I wanted to stay. I wanted to fight for us, but you wouldn’t let me. You just left and took the easy way out.” 

We Talked of Forever
I. After Midnight - “You’re my best friend.”

II. 11 am* - “I’ll always be your best friend. No matter what.”

Oneshots
Next to Our Brand New Bed* - “Can I have a taste?”

Requests 
I’ll Never Be Your Mother’s Favourite - Shawn meets her parents for the first time and things don’t really go to plan. 

Fortunes - “Shawn. Say something. Please.” 

There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back* - “Baby, I’ve missed you, I’ve been gone for ages, and I need you so bad.” 

Where My Demons Hide - “I’m not leaving you like this. Please. Is there anything I can do?” 

A Little Help* - “How long have you been standing there?” 

Pickering* - Shawn hands me the phone when he’s done uploading the picture and I look at the image, the caption underneath it saying, “Us and our son.” 

Care for You - “I’ll give you a massage.”

Blurbs/bulletpoints/other 

in defense of Riza Hawkeye

hmmm, I cannot sleep knowing that there are people out there saying that Riza is manipulative because of the scene with Envy in the tunnels. I decided to dig up the raw manga scans and try to re-translate the scene with Envy in the tunnels so I can explain my case better. @endertender and @lonepiper5758, here it is!! I am busy AF, but screw real life, I need to defend the honor of my queen!


Remember that in the latter half of the Envy vs. Roy arc, Riza had been desperately trying to convince Roy to let her finish Envy instead, after seeing the colonel savagely burn the homunculus again and again like a madman. Roy refused to stop and let go of Envy (already in his weakened and reduced form) despite the fact that Riza had her gun to his head.

She pleaded and begged, but Roy would not relent. She even tried to reason out with him that what he was doing was not for the sake of the country or for the protection of his comrades/subordinates, thus reminding him of what THEY were supposed to be fighting forShe said everything she could: from the end of Chapter 94 to the start of Chapter 95.

With a pained expression [probably from the realization/possibility of an impeding betrayal by Roy through yet another case of the misuse of Flame Alchemy], Riza warned him that he cannot go down that path – the same one her father had gone to years before: towards insanity and eventual death. Roy struggled to reign in his anger, but then he remembered Hughes.

RIZA: You cannot go down that path! [lit. trans.:You cannot fall that way!]

AT THIS POINT, IT SEEMED THAT NOTHING WAS WORKING SINCE HE WAS STILL COMPLETELY OVERCOME WITH RAGE AND HIS NEED FOR REVENGE.

In fact, Roy was so angry that he even dared Riza to shoot him.

 ROY: It’s OK to shoot me if you want to shoot me.

This left Riza devastated, but then Roy – for some reason or another – asked what she would do afterwards. DO NOTE that for a man who seemed to be completely lost to his anger to the point that he’s willing to be shot to death than to be stopped in his quest for vengeance, it’s rather strange for him to be asking somebody else such a question.

ROY: but what will you do after shooting me to death?

and now we have finally reached the controversial “RIZA HAWKEYE IS SUICIDAL: PART II” scene, where she supposedly manipulated Roy by threatening her own life. Viz’s English translation for Riza’s speech is actually pretty accurate, if not a tad bit more dramatic than the Japanese version:

Roy struggled with himself as he considered her response to the “what-if scenario” he himself brought up. In the end, he had decided to back off and opted to release his pent-up fury with a snap directed away from them.

He finally regained his reasoning and became aware of the situation he put himself and Riza in.

ROY: I am bothered [or troubled] by this.
JAP: それは困る

ROY: *continues* I cannot lose you [for such a reason].
JAP: 君を失う訳にはいかない

Fast forward to the end of the “what in the hell is this situation I’m in” speech from Roy, where he regretted his actions.

ROY: *to Riza* To have made you deal with this [kind of situation], I am the greatest idiot.

Afterwards, Roy guided Riza’s hand holding the gun down as he apologized and they eventually collapse to the floor in relief.


What I’m really trying to point out from all that prelude is…

It was Roy who asked Riza what she would do after he dies from her shot.

Roy created the hypothetical scenario himself, when it seemed like Riza had reached the end of the line.  Riza was not trying to manipulate him in any way. I mean, she already said everything she could: reminded him of their goals and motivations, alluded to her father’s descent into madness, appealed to his morality/sense of justice. Riza was already at a loss on how to deal with Roy: her last resort – putting the gun to his head – was not working, and no amount of convincing could go through him at the time.

It was Roy himself who gave her a chance to change his mind – a last ditch effort – before she had to decide whether he deserved to live or die. At this point, I think Roy himself wanted to be saved from the anger that consumed him, and he knew that if there was someone who could save him, it would be Riza who knew him inside and out. He knew that she would never lie to him; he trusted her that much. Hell, he entrusted her with his life! And Riza was not one to betray anyone’s trust, and definitely not Roy’s so she simply answered sincerely.

She never intended to manipulate Roy into anything with her answer, as shocking as it might have been. After seeing how Roy lost himself to something close to insanity so quickly, she probably realized once again how all-consuming and dangerous Flame Alchemy was (this is on top of her PTSD that was most likely triggered by Roy’s indiscriminate use of his flames on Envy). This could be the reason why she replied to Roy’s question the way she did. For her final attempt, she decided to give him the cold, hard truth, and if that had not worked, then she would have shot him dead as he had asked and she had promised years ago when they agreed to make Amestris a better place.

As for the suicide part of Riza’s response, I believe that @edwinrys already did a very good job of explaining Riza’s reason for wanting to end her life if she had to live without Roy. I also want to add that Roy is as guilty of the same accusation with regards to suicide because he was willing to perform the ultimate taboo – human transmutation – to save Riza even if it meant the damnation of the entire country and his own life. And in the end, the thought of suicide (or even the intention to commit suicide) is not the same as actually doing it. Riza was forced to deal with a morbid what if situation that could very well have become a reality with the way things were going back then presented to her under extreme duress. Her response to Roy’s question was merely the statement of the most likely outcome based on her state of mind at the moment, but you have to remember the circumstances could still change, which could then prompt her to choose to continue living even if Roy do die in the end (thank heavens he did not!!).

In my opinion, if some manipulation really did happen in this arc, it was from Roy’s part when he brought up this WHAT IF YOU SHOT ME DEAD business. That’s where it all began. I love Roy as well, but sometimes he could seriously be a big jerk. But in all honesty, I’d like to think that he wanted to be saved, too, so he gave Riza an opening. He finally recognized the fact that while he could not save himself on his own, there were people around him – with Riza as the first and the closest person to him – who were willing to help him and send him to the right path. A few chapters later, we see him proudly stating such realization to Bradley right before the colonel was made into the fifth sacrifice.


TL;DR: Roy dared Riza to shoot him. Then he asked her what she would do after he dies, thus creating an awful hypothetical scenario. Riza being Riza answered him truthfully in her final attempt to snap him out of his rage. She responded to his WHAT IF without any malice or the intention to manipulate Roy. One possible reason why he asked such a question is he wanted to be saved, but needed some reinforcement from the person closest to him. Hmm, who could that person be? Oh, it’s Riza Hawkeye: his adjutant and his appointed judge, jury and executioner!! Once again for emphasis: ROY ASKED FIRST, RIZA REPLIED WITH THE TRUTH.

I want to say more about the other accusations against Riza, but it’s almost midnight where I live. I am so sleepy and about to pass out so I’ll stop right here. Just know that I will defend Riza to death because she’s one of the best positive role models in the series and I cannot stand it whenever people are dissing my queen.

dralokyn  asked:

Atticus, did you send love letters to a dying tree? Because I saw some love letters to a dying tree that were signed Atticus, and they seemed like your style, and also, you would definitely write love letters to trees.

I did! It was part of http://melbourneurbanforestvisual.com.au/


March 12, 2016, to London Plane, Tree ID 1025146: I am half-way around the world, it is just after midnight my time, and apparently near sunset your time. According to the site that I got your info, you may have less than a year to live, and I hope that this is the best year of your life. I hope the wind is a gentle kiss on your bountiful leaves, that the soil is soft enough for your roots to easily dig into, but firm enough to hold you tight. I hope the sunset is beautiful for you. I love you.


March 12, 2016, in response: Thanks for your kind words Atticus. I have been living it up, knowing my days are numbered. At night when all of the people are sleeping, I sometimes sneak down to the river and dip my roots in. I wave my branches wildly in the wind, swaying like when I was a young sapling.Who knows, maybe I will live longer than they expect?!


May 4, 2017, I send a follow up: Beloved London Plane, I hope you have beaten the odds and are able to yet read this. And if not, I hope the soil has welcomed you home and your memories are passed to the next generation of saplings. I have spoken of you to the trees in the park across my home, a park on the edge of one of the world’s biggest lakes. I am told, by the trees, by the wind, by the Things That Dwell In the Waters, that the lake links to the ocean eventually. We are so far apart and yet connected. I suppose in such ways, and in astral and ethereal and in nether ways, all things are connected. Where ever you are, know that you were a beautiful and kind and adored tree. Your memory will be preserved in the hearts and minds of the dryads and monsters and creatures. I love you, sweet tree. If you have you yet grow, may your sunshine be warm and crisp. If you have passed, sleep well.


I have not heard back (it is currently May 7th, 2017), so I am guessing Good Fair London Plane has left the mortal world to rest in nature.

Always

summary: In which Taehyung broke your crystalline heart two months ago, and you come back for answers. You get a bit more than you bargained for.

Word count: 3.9k

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: smut

A/N: I am a new account, so please bear with me! I’m trying my best~ Though I am a heavily MX centric blog, I write for many group fandoms; feel free to drop by my ask to request (or just to say hi!)  

He hadn’t noticed that you had entered the room yet. The setting sun’s light spilled into the room, casting an almost crimson sheer across the interior, tinting the air in front of you with brilliant colors. Golden light glinted off of his midnight hair, which fell forward in front of his narrowed eyes as he surveyed the messy spread of paperwork in front of him. A pen dangled loosely from the corner of his mouth, moving slightly as he leaned forward to shuffle through the stack papers. His brow furrowed as he skimmed a particularly dense packet, the Bighit brandname catching your eye at the top of the page. He was the image of perfect serenity and concentration.  The scene was so incredibly him. His jaw tightened as he read, clenching and unclenching, creating that perfect, sculpted angle that your lips had run over countless times, the insidious memory of the taste of his salty sweat on your tongue as he panted your name in your ear, voice dark and raspy, invading your mind. Your chest constricted at the thought and you found yourself suddenly weakening, your legs slightly giving. Your fingers dug into the doorframe, a measly attempt to ground yourself properly. You have to do this, you told yourself. You deserve closure.

“Taehyung.” His name felt foreign on your tongue, the sound crawling out of your throat clumsily. It sliced into the serene air, any perception of peace clattering to the ground. Tears stung your eyes, but you forced them back. You needed to do this.

He stiffened at his desk, recognizing it was you without having to even lift his head. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed with noticeable difficulty. “Y/N,” He whispered, almost inaudibly, and you couldn’t tell if he was saying it to himself or to you. Pain flashed in his eyes as he lifted his head, slowly drinking in your appearance as his gaze traveled up your body. For a second, you swore you saw a flicker of wistfulness (or was it pain?) twisting his features. But the emotions in his eyes were quickly buried behind a mask of ice. “What are you doing here?” His deep voice broke slightly, a fracture in his façade.

So he was in pain too. You hoped it was in the same magnitude that you had felt it. The same pain that you had endured for the past 2 months every single night, as you wondered what you had done wrong. The same excruciating pain that you had muffled with the superficial, dulling haze of alcohol, the same pain you had felt during those long nights where you were completely alone and you swore to yourself that it would get better, that the pain would fade, but it only ever got worse. You hoped it was the same pain. Anger filled your veins, igniting your body into an inferno. “Why’d you do it?” You spat the words out, dripping with poison.

Taehyung didn’t flinch. You hated him in that moment. His head dropped back down to his papers. “What are you talking about?” Ice cold. His words cut deep into you, leaving invisible bone deep lacerations across your body.

“You fucking asshole.” The words sounded wrong coming out of your mouth. You hated cursing, and Taehyung knew that. You stalked over to him, blood roaring in your ears. He stood slowly from his chair, not moving as you approached.

You were less than two feet away from him, the familiar scent of his cologne invading your senses. A searing pain shot through your heart. “Why did you do it?” You repeated, but this time you were unable to maintain the same caliber of acidity and your voice gave slightly. “Why’d you stop talking to me? Why did you reject my calls, ignore my messages? Why couldn’t you have just been a man and told me that you stopped—you stopped loving me?”  You felt your resolve crumbling, heard it in your own broken voice. Taehyung didn’t say anything, and that only further exacerbated the crushing feeling in your chest. “I hate you.” You declared, slamming a fist against his chest. “I hate you.” Again, with the other hand. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” It was a mantra, and you slammed your small fists into his hard chest as you repeated it over and over, hoping it would mend the broken shards in your body. It was anger in your body once more, burning dangerously hot. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate y-”

Taehyung caught your fist, his larger hand easily dominating yours and halting its motion. “Stop,” he whispered, his voice strained. He took a step forward, forcing you backwards, and kept on doing so until your back pushed against the cool surface of the plaster wall, your arm pinned above you with his chest mere inches from yours. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He hissed , eyes dark.

You couldn’t breathe, not with him so close to you, not with his full lips so near your own. His head dropped down, face than 6 inches from yours, and he used his free hand to tilt your head back so your eyes met his. Dark and gorgeous. His jaw was clenched, neck muscle tense.

“I hate you,” you repeated, your voice hollow. Yet you were unable to stop yourself from closing the distance, unable to stop your lips from pushing against his. He stiffened momentarily in shock, his breath catching in his throat as your soft, gentle, familiar mouth caught his. Taehyung moaned lowly against your lips as he gave into you, sending pleasant vibrations through your body. His lips, soft and pillowy but also rough in their own way, worked against yours intensely, and he pushed even closer, his hard body flush against yours. His free hand slipped underneath your blouse, grazing the sensitive spot on your hip that he knew to be your weakness after spending countless nights like this with you. Your legs gave at the touch and he shoved his thigh between your legs as he felt your legs weaken, holding you up as you melted into him. The fist that he kept pinned above you fell open and he intertwined his fingers with yours, still keeping it pinned against the cold wall. Your eyes drifted shut as you immersed yourself in him, waves of nostalgia and desire coursing through your body as fireworks burst behind your eyelids. A light moan slipped out of your lips as his thigh between your legs grazed your apex, your free hand sliding up from his tight stomach to dig into his full hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling.

You broke from the kiss, gasping for air. Taehyung’s head hung above you, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling with heavy, aroused breaths. You watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed slowly,  his head falling down into the crook of your neck. Hot breath spilled across the sensitive skin there, goosebumps erupting along the surface. “Y/N,” he murmured, so softly that you almost thought you imagined it. His soft lips were at your throat and your eyes fluttered shut, your head falling back against the wall. You needed him. His lips ghosted the delicate skin along your throat, slowly drifting down to your collarbone, then slowly down your chest, unbuttoning your blouse as he went. Everywhere he touched became alight with heat and fire, a direct contrast to the cool air hitting your newly exposed skin. Then he was pulling your skirt off your body, ripping the delicate fabric in half, exposing your legs to the light in the room. You had chosen to not wear underwear. Taehyung groaned lowly at the sight. “Fuck.” He muttered, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. He stood suddenly, pinning you against the wall once more, his muscular thigh wedged between yours. You were growing impatient, pure desire and need threading its way through your veins and you grinded desperately against his thigh, hoping for some sort of contact to ease the intensity of the flames burning you from inside. You could feel him pressing against you and you knew he wanted this just as much as you did. His arms caged you in from both sides of your head, so it seemed there wasn’t nearly enough room in the office for the two of you. His scent was all around you, filling your lungs, your head. You were going to go crazy. He looked down at you through half-lidded eyes, dark and dangerous, and full of lust.

Taehyung kissed you this time. His hands slid under your shirt, along your waist. His fingertips brushed against your weak points, lips worked furiously against yours, saying all that had been unspoken for the last two months. Light moans fell uncontrollably from your mouth as his lips moved from your lips to your jawline, tracing along the creamy skin, and then drifting down your neck, pearl white teeth flashing and nipping at your throat.

Small gasps of pleasure escaped your mouth as your fingers worked quickly at his belt buckle, moving gracefully and quickly in a familiar pattern they had performed many times before. He shrugged off his pants quickly, pulling away from you briefly to kick them off. The skin where his heat had just been felt unnaturally and uncomfortably cold. The heat in you was becoming almost unbearable, and you had never been the patient type. His black tie hung teasingly in your sight, tight around his sensitive throat. You grabbed him by it and yanked him close, your teeth grazing his ear. “I need you. Right now.”

Taehyung groaned throatily in response. “I’m really going to go crazy,” he said in his slow, tantalizing drawl that had captivated you so long ago, encasing you in warmth. His long fingers wrapped around your thin panties, ripping them off with ease. “You’re so wet.”  It fell out of his lips in a sigh. Without warning, he slammed three fingers into you at once, eliciting a sharp cry of surprise and pleasure that curled from your throat. Your fingers entwined themselves into his hair, grabbing it by the fistful as heat rushed downwards. He slid his fingers out slowly, tortuously slowly, his fingers coated in your juices, before slamming them back into you again. He repeated it slowly, drinking in the sight of you coming undone around his fingers. You couldn’t bear the intensity; the coil in the pit of your stomach wasn’t satiated. “Faster,” you panted in his ear, “please.” With that, he pounded his fingers in and out of you, fingers scissoring as they entered you again and again, pushing you closer and closer to your high. Screams escaped your mouth as his pace became almost unbearable, stars appearing in your vision. Taehyung’s long fingers slid in and out of you with ease, filling you deeply, slamming into you at an unthinkable speed, but it wasn’t enough, you needed him inside of you. “Taehyung,” you managed weakly between gasps. “I need…I need you to fuck me. Please.” You had never begged for him like this, not in the years you had been together. But now was different. You needed him on a wholly different level of lust and desire. “Please. Fuck me.”

It visibly caught him off guard, his jaw clenching as he took in your words. “You have a dirty mouth,” he managed, thickly. You were lifted into the air with ease by your waist, and then you were slammed down onto the entirety of his thick length. He took the fingers that had been inside of you and placed them in your mouth, effectively muffling the raw sounds of pleasure that rocked out of you as your body struggled to take in his entire length at once. He gave you no time to adjust, despite the fact that you hadn’t been spread open this wide for two months, and a shard of pain mixed with the abyss of pleasure you felt you were drowning in. Your legs wrapped around his back, attempting to push him deeper, but he refused to move. Not even an inch. You felt the sensation of being completely filled by his long cock, but you needed more, and he still hadn’t even moved. You whined impatiently, struggling to wriggle your hips for some friction.

Taehyung slid slowly out of you, marveling at how quickly you had coated him, pulling out until it was almost at the tip, before slamming back into you once more and eliciting a cry of pleasure from your throat. He watched the conjunction between your bodies, feeling as if he’d go insane from the feeling of you tightening desperately around him, your body trying to milk out a reaction from him. You were driving him crazy, and it was all he could do to not lose himself completely in the ethereal beauty that was you.

“Fuck me,” you had said, and it was all he could do to not lose himself right then and there. He buried himself into you once more, hilt deep, and then he could no longer hold himself back. He pounded relentlessly into you, your lips forced to spread wide to take in his entirety again and again as he slammed himself into you, almost animalistically. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the room, Taehyung’s low groans vibrating in your ear. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmured as he sank himself deep into you, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself down to the hilt. You dug your heels into the small of his back, forcing him impossibly deeper into you and drawing out a deep groan from him as he fucked you against the wall. Your back rubbed against the wall each time he thrusted into you, adding an edge of pain that only served to amplify your pleasure. When your lips found their way to his sculpted jawline, suckling gently on the spot that you knew made him weak, Taehyung slammed his hand into the wall behind your head. His head bowed and a low growl emitting from his throat. “Y/N,” he managed, his voice breaking. “Oh god, Y/N.” Your name fell from his lips like a prayer. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightened even more and you found yourself teetering at the edge as he rutted into you.

“Oh god, oh god, oh GOD!” You cried out as he pounded impossibly faster, moving almost inhumanely quickly. It was a crescendo of sensations, blood roaring in your ears as you approached your high, fingernails digging deep into muscular shoulders, back arching impossibly far, mouth falling open in increasingly loud moans and gasps. A scream ripped out from your chest as he slammed into once more, the coil in your stomach unraveling at a ground shattering magnitude. It was as if you had hit a wall of pleasure; it crashed over you in waves, overwhelming all your other senses as pure euphoria filled your used body, your toes curling and your breasts pressed flush against his chest as you came violently over him. The feeling of you coming completely and utterly undone around him almost made him lose himself, but he stubbornly held on. He continued to thrust shallowly to allow you to ride out your orgasm. Your walls desperately attempted to milk out his orgasm, but he wasn’t finished yet, pulling out as you drifted down from your high.

Taehyung walked you over to his desk and bent you over it, ripping off the black tie that had loosened while he was fucking you and using it to bind your hands behind your back so you couldn’t touch him or yourself. You barely registered the feeling of the cool silk tightening around your wrists as he bent you over the desk, still not completely recovered from your first orgasm. This time, he slid himself into you slowly, giving you a second to adjust as he allowed himself to give in to you.

“You feel so good,” you murmured. You pushed your hips back, forcing him deeper into you and eliciting a dark groan of pleasure for him. “Please.”

Taehyung started again, thrusting slowly, pulling out before burying himself down to the hilt. He leaned forward, his lips brushing your ear and he nibbled it gently as he fucked you, sending shivers shooting down your spine. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…” Your name fell from his lips like a mantra, the taste of your sweet skin on his tongue and your name in soft pants by your ear. His noises were guttural, the sounds coming from this throat deep and husky. His thrusts were gentler this time, but somehow the pleasure had increased tenfold, igniting each cell in your body once more. He built his speed slowly, gradually increasing until each of his thrusts shook the table and you shifted slightly so that you didn’t lose your balance. “Fuck,” he murmured again as you let out a mewl of desire, and then he rammed himself into you once, hard, and you gasped aloud. He smirked to himself, leaning to grab on edge of the desk to give him more leverage as he pistoned into you.  

The new angle hit deeper into you, euphoria once again thundering through your veins. “So good,” you managed to whimper through the pleasure.

Taehyung wasn’t satisfied, though, and he yanked the tie bondage back, forcing your back to arch a certain way and granting him access to your g-spot. When he rammed into it, black spots of pleasure danced in your vision. The sensation was wholly different from anything you’d felt before and you were unable to suppress a cry of pure pleasure as he did it again. Taehyung smiled at the sound you made, though you couldn’t see him. He continued to pound into you, hitting that spot again and again, pleasure building up in you as your moans became more and more desperate. “Say my name,” he groaned into your ear.

“I hate you,” you responded, despite the fact that you were teetering dangerously on the edge once again, pure euphoric pleasure about to erupt. His teeth scraped along your shoulder blades, chills erupting in icy flames where he touched. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” Taehyung only fucked you harder, and then you were falling, white clouding your vision as pleasure exploded in your center and weaved its way throughout your entire body, your body to writhing underneath him.

“Taehyung.”  You gasped his name as the pleasure overcame all your other senses. Your second orgasm was much stronger than your first, your body quaking uncontrollably in response to his.

He pulled out, untied your hands with a quick tug, and turned you around in a quick movement, skillfully picking you up once more and slamming you back down on him so that you were in the same position you began in, you chest pressed flush against his. “Taehyung.” You sighed his name into his ear once more, breathy and barely audible, but from the way his hips stuttered, the way his breath caught in his throat, you knew it was enough. He came with a shuddering groan and his head fell down to the crook of your neck, sweaty forehead pressed against the sensitive skin as his groaned your name into your collarbone. The sound of his shallow pants filled your ears. “Y/N,” he whispered as his hot seed spilt into you, burning. You ran your fingers through his soft hair soothingly as he thrusted shallowly into you to ride out his orgasm and he bit your shoulder as he finished.

The room was silent except for the sound of your combined heavy breaths, the room filled with the smell of sex and the feeling of Taehyung’s warmth radiating around you. He set you down on the table, still inside you, head still in the crook of your neck.

You felt the beginning prickles of regret slither into the crevices of your mind. How could you have done this? How could you have let yourself be hurt by him, again? Suddenly, you felt cold, like ice. Swallowing, you weakly lifted your hand and pressed it flush against his chest, trying to ignore the pounding heat under his skin, trying to ignore how it pulled you in like a magnet. You squeezed your eyes shut and forced yourself to apply pressure, beginning to push him off. Taehyung’s hand  shot upwards, catching your arm by the wrist gently.

“Wait…just…" He swallowed with difficulty, closing his eyes. “Wait a minute.”

Your hand tangled back into his midnight black hair, stroking gently as he leaned against you. "Ok,” you said.

After what seemed like eternity but couldn’t be long enough, he pulled out. You felt hollow without him.

After the two of you redressed in silence, you walked over to the wall, turning and sliding your back down against it until you were sitting on the ground. You drew your knees to your chest, feeling cold now that you didn’t have his burning skin against yours. After a moment, Taehyung walked over next to you and slid down as well, his shoulder bumping yours.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally, after a moment of silence. “I couldn’t keep watching you bury your pain and disappointment for me. How you lost any and all semblance of privacy, how you were constantly attacked by sasaeng fans, how you had to turn your back on your life before me, with no reward. I couldn’t even see you often, but every time I did you were hurting.” He swallowed. “I’m sorry.”

You turned your head to look at him in surprise. His head fell back against the wall, exposing his neck, his eyes closed. “You idiot,” you breathed, in utter disbelief. “You were the best thing I had, Taehyung. I was never hurting when I was with you. I only hated to see you so exhausted and worried for me.” You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers. He squeezed back lightly. You continued, speed picking up. “I love you. Regardless of failure or success, I will always love you. What I’ve endured, I’ve done it willingly, without any regrets. I’ve done it because I love you. Don’t internalize everything to protect me, Tae. I don’t need to be protected.”

Taehyung’s head fell to his chest. “I love you.” He rubbed the top of your hand with the pad of this thumb. “I missed you…so much. I hope—I hope that you can still take me back after what I did. I love you, Y/N.”

You tilted your head so that it fell onto his shoulder, staring at your intertwined fingers. “Always.”

10

 SHOUJO MANGA RECOMMENDATION

What is the best way to spend your vacation? There is no better way than having a manga hunt!

Oh yeah! I am not a manga expert (especially in shoujo-genre). I have this habit of sticking to the mangakas that i happened to like and then just read all their creations (Anashin and Takagi Shigeyoshi are two great shoujo mangakas I like). Well, that was in the past. this vacation opened my eyes to a whole new world of shoujo. I can promise you (for those who are looking for mangas to read) that these stories are enough to stay you awake ‘til midnight and let you crave for more. 

Aside from being cute and funny  these mangas share another characteristic..they are all ongoing (some are like really new..just have 2 or 3 chapters available). I am sure you will agree with me that we all know the pain that lies in waiting for new releases (maybe that is why oneshots are also popular). we know the agony of going back and forth to the manga sites that we follow just to check whether they have updated or not. We can’t complain because we know how hard it is to different groups to scanlate mangas. So why not give a shout for paperdolls project, chibi, aqua, phoenix serenade,summer rain, winter trans and to all the scanlators out there! We owe you a lot guys!.

So much for an introduction (Sorry, i was just carried away) ..So the titles will be listed (from left to right)..The summaries are readily available over the internet. If you can’t find them then feel free to send me a message.  

1. Seishun Note (AYASE Umi)
2. koko kara saki wa NG (MATSUDA Yuuko and IZUMI Mio)
3.Tokimeichatte Gomen ne (SHIIBA Nana)
4. getsuyoubi kara kataomoi (KYOUMACHI Hisa)
5. takane to hana (SHIWASU Yuki)
6. sora wo kakeru yodaka (Kawabata Shiki)
7. Watashi no Ookami-kun (NOGIRI Youko)
8. suki ni naranai yo, senpai (Hatsu Haru)
9. sekirara ni kiss (AKUTA Fumie)
10. haru matsu bokura (Anashin)

I want to post more, however,every photoset should only contain 10 photos (maybe next time). Ja! See you and hope you will have fun in your manga hunt!

A New Beginning Part 3

Summary:  After moving a lot, you found yourself in a small town in the middle of Europe ready for a new start. You see yourself falling in love for the city and developing a crush for the cute stranger that you never had the courage to talk to until you’re forced to. (Modern Au)

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Words: 2508

Warnings: Fluffy and secrets.

Thanks to @widowsfics for being my beta

Credits to the gifs owners

PART 1  PART 2

When Steve got home he felt drained. Sure the date with you had been perfect. It’s been a long time since he was so relaxed and joyful. Unfortunately, the feeling didn’t take long to disappear, why did he have to answer the phone?

He looks around, the place is exactly the way he left it. That is the funny thing about living alone, nothing ever changes and things are always the same way that you left them.

The clock says it’s almost midnight. If he could he would sleep for 3 days straight but he knows that he can’t, he has to show up in the office in the morning. He has too many things to solve out but at least he is going to see you at night.

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I’m happy now. I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that you will never love me the way I loved you. You never did and you never will. I spent a year saying that you left me but I realize now that you weren’t there in the first place. I understand that I’ll have to live out my entire life to say this with any validity, but as far as I know right now, you are the love of my life. You always will be and there’s no getting over you. There will always be those songs that remind me of us, or what I thought was “us.” Those nights I fell asleep thinking of you with either butterflies in my stomach or tears staining my pillowcase will always mean something. You will always mean something. And yes I love him, but no, not the way I loved you. After all, I loved you with my entire heart and I’m just loving him with what’s left. You were my first love as well as one of my best friends and you’ve come and gone. But I’m okay with that.
—  I never had a chance

LOL THIS IS TOMORROW AND I AM SO SORRY BUT MY LIFE IS IN SHAAAMBLESSS

It’s time for the (almost) MIDNIGHT DRAWPARTY!

  • What?: A casual panfandom (multi-fandom) drawparty! If you’ve not been to one, it’s a time to hang out and relax, share drawings and fun stuff!
  • When?: SATURDAY NIGHT at 11pm!
  • Where?: The Big 5 Lobby, downstairs at the Kalahari.

What do you do at a Draw Party?
You draw! It’s a bit more relaxed than the typical scheduled meets, which are geared more toward photoshoots. Sit, socialize, draw, trade, share, it’s up to you! Usually it’s best to just sit and relax!

What do I wear?
Whatever you like! Cosplay is not required. Hell, come in your jammies if you like! Some people treat the Drawparties like big pajama parties. Some come in full costume, whatever you like!

What should I bring?
Things to draw with! Pencils, sketchbooks. Some artists offer prints for trade, too.

Why (almost) Midnight?
It’s after most panels and plans, and a great way to unwind at the end of the day.

Panfandom?
This drawparty is panfandom, I.E. any fandom is welcome! Everyone is welcome! C: Also, if you’re in cosplay, don’t be shy, we all have multifandoms here!

RULES!
Because of our size, we have to have at least some rules in place!

  • BE RESPECTFUL: No ship bashing, hateful speech, grumbling, shaming, otherwise being assholes. Just don’t be rude.
  • NO OPEN ALCOHOL! Safety concern. (Does not mean that alcohol can’t be IN your body, however~~ Which I am pretty sure because this is Colossal that’s gonna happen)
  • NO FOOD! Again, a safety concern, also, don’t make a mess.
  • DON’T MAKE A MESS. See above. We don’t want to leave a mess for others to clean, and especially a bad taste in peoples’ mouth while dealing with Homestucks.
  • KEEP THE VOLUME DOWN! It WILL be after midnight, and we don’t want to disturb the rest of the convention, and possibly get kicked out!
  • NO RUNNING! As people will be hanging out on the floor with their legs out and we don’t want Mituna-style topplings everywhere. Don’t be that guy.

Alright, FLY MY PRETTIES, FLY!!!

I’ve been meaning to draw Percy Jackson lately, so here he is in all of his battered, salt watery, sandy glory. GDI Take a shower Percy. And no, your midnight swim in the ocean does not count.

Art is mine
Do not edit or redistribute without proper credit

~Saber

Speak Now, Part 7 (Jughead x Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Imagine: After walking out on an emotionally-charged situation regarding Jughead and Betty’s marriage, you come back to a distraught and angry Jughead.

A/N: Thank you to the wonderful @jasmineladjevardi for beta-reading this chapter! She is a life-saver!


“You should have called.” Jughead’s voice came out strained, through gritted teeth. His hands gripped the kitchen counter so hard his knuckles stood out white against his tan skin.

“You don’t always need to know where I am, Jughead,” you said, crossing your arms. After such an emotionally draining night, you really didn’t need a lecture right now.

“Did you get amnesia when you went away for college? There was a killer in this town only a few years ago. You could have died, for all I knew!” Jughead threw up his hands in emphasis.

“A killer who was targeting his own son for family business reasons. You act as though Ted Bundy himself came to Riverdale.”

“Where were you?” Jughead asked, changing the subject. You’ve never seen your best friend this hostile.

“Sweetwater River,” you replied.

“Alone?” Jughead’s voice went quiet. Afraid.

“With Archie.”

Something in Jughead’s expression shifted. “Since when did you go out on midnight lake trips with Archie?”

“It’s a river,” you reminded him. “And, since high school.”

Jughead’s expression went blank, controlled. While they were brotherly, you always knew about the jealousy and tension lying beneath the friendship between Archie Andrews and Jughead Jones.

“I see,” Jughead said, with just a hint of passive-aggression.

“Why do you care, anyways?” You asked, eyebrow raised. “Why do you care who I’m with or where I am? I’m an adult, you know.”

“You’re my best friend, (Y/N)!”

This set you off the edge. Angry tears flowed from your eyes, and you raised your voice twenty decibels:

“It hasn’t really felt like it.”

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Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,188

Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Small Injuries, Violence(?), Cursing (?)

Summary: You help Bucky through a nightmare, but get injured in the process. But breakfast fixes everything.

Originally posted by secretly-buckybarnes

Author’s Note: Just some cute Bucky stuff. The title is kind of weird, but it’s the best I could come up with when I was writing this at midnight.

Shout out to the ever-fantastic @the-witching-hours12-3 for being a great friend and always being down to read/edit my stuff before I post it here! I am so glad to be able to be her beta reader! Please go check out her stuff! The epilogue for Best of Friends ( Part 1 / Part 2 ) is going to hit all of the feels and I’m ready.

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

<3

- DreaSaurusREX



It was 3AM when you shot up, wide awake to screaming coming from the room across the hall from yours. The team had just gotten back from a mission at around 9PM, so everyone should be asleep. It only took a couple of seconds for you to establish that it was Bucky having a nightmare. He had been getting better, but he would still have them once or twice a week. Sometimes Steve helped him, but you and Bucky had grown close very quickly, so you had been helping him with his nightmares lately.

You knocked on his door first to see if that would wake him up. 

“Bucky? I’m comin’ in.” No response other than continued  screams and pants. 

When you walked in, it was like every other nightmare you’d helped with; Bucky was laying there with a layer of sweat over him as he either gripped either his blanket, or pillow, or both. You pulled out a fresh pair of sweatpants and a tank top from his drawers and put them on the bed before you sat down. You knew he was too deep in his nightmare to be gentle, so you got a good grip on his shoulders and shook him. 

You tried speaking at a normal volume, “Bucky! C’mon, wake up! You are safe! It’s just a nightmare!” 

Apparently that was enough because his eyes shot open. Only they weren’t Bucky’s eyes; they were full of fear, and instinctive defense. Within seconds of opening his eyes, he was able to grab a hold of your wrist with his metal arm, and the top of your arm with his other hand. His grip was insanely tight and slowly getting tighter. You had to act fast or your wrist and arm would be broken.

“James Buchanan Barnes! You are safe! You are not the Winter Soldier. Now let me go!” 

You knew that that would get him to snap back. You saw the nightmare fade from his eyes, only to be replaced with the fear that he had hurt you. He let go and sat up, with his head in his hands. His breathing was still labored but he was starting to really come back. You inspected your arms really quickly; your wrist hurt like a bitch, but it wasn’t broken. It was most likely sprained though. And your upper arm was fine, it was just going to bruise for a few days.

Once you finished assessing yourself, you moved and sat next to Bucky. Putting a hand on his back and slowly drawing circles with your fingers. 

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I didn’t mean to–” You shushed him to cut him off. 

“Don’t apologize. I know you were just reacting to whatever nightmare you were in. This isn’t the first or last time I’m gonna help you. You’re stuck with me, James.” You smiled a kind smile, trying to make him feel a bit better. You both sat there for a few minutes until his breathing smoothed out, then you handed him the clean clothes you pulled out earlier. He took them and went to the bathroom to splash some cold water on himself and change.

When he came back into his bedroom, you were laying in his bed. You patted the space next to you; you knew that being close to you helped him calm down. He graciously took it. He wrapped his arms around your middle and rested his head there too. The two of you had fallen asleep this way multiple times.Honestly, it helped both of you sleep better.

“I’m sorry again, (Y/N). It’s usually not that bad.” His voice was just a bit above a whisper, sleepiness already creeping on him. You just placed your right hand on his head and shushed him. You tried to lightly play with his hair, but your wrist hurt to move too much. So you hoped the pressure and warmth of your hand on his head helped him sleep.

“It’s fine, sweetpea. Just get some sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning.” He quickly fell back to sleep, you weren’t too far behind him.

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You woke up before Bucky, the clock on his bedside table read 7AM. You’d only had a few hours of sleep, but you knew you couldn’t fall back to sleep. You decided to sneak out, back to your room and get try to get dressed. 

Once you got to your room, you discovered that picking up anything with your right hand was a no go. Your wrist was definitely sprained. You somehow got one of Bucky’s sweatshirts on over your tank top. He gave you one of his cause he knew it helped calm you down sometimes. 

“Hey Friday? Is Bruce or Tony up?” You called out to the AI system.

“Good morning, Miss (Y/L/N). Both Dr. Banner and Mr.Stark are in the lab. Should I alert them of your incoming arrival?” 

“Yes please. Tell them my wrist is messed up and I need Banner to take a look at it.”

“Of course, Miss. They will be alerted immediately.”

You knew it wasn’t broken, but might as well double check. Plus you liked visiting the science dorks. 

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After X Rays and talk, they confirmed your thoughts and told you that your wrist was sprained. Bruce gave you a brace for your wrist and told you to take some painkillers if needed. They went back to work, but you kept your tradition.

Your tradition being, the morning after the team came home from a big mission, you would make french toast and various breakfast sides for everyone. It was something you looked forward to doing.

Since most of the team were still sleeping, you quietly put on some music and thought it would be safe to take off the sweatshirt you were wearing. Getting everything you needed out of the cabinets, you began to hum along to your music while you cooked. You had gotten so into your music and french toast, that you didn’t notice Bucky standing in the archway that opened into the kitchen. 

He couldn’t help but watch you; he knew you were more introverted than the rest of the team, but you loved to do things like this to show that you loved everyone. He just hoped you loved him the same way he loved you. 

Bucky was admiring your physical appearance as he was thinking about everything he loved about you. You were in a looser fitting tank top and a pair of your favorite leggings. But then he saw your arms. Your right wrist was in a brace and your left bicep had big bruises covering it. He instantly worried, thinking you got hurt on the mission and didn’t tell anyone. He clears his throat and you kind of jump in surprise. 

“Bucky! I didn’t think you would be up for another hour or so!” You notice him staring at your arms, you start to reach for the hoodie on the chair nearby, but Bucky steps in between you and the chair.

“What happened?! Who did this?” Bucky was honestly worried about you.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I just… I was stupid and messed up during my workout this morning.” You tried to play it off and continue cooking, but then Bucky put a hand on your upper arm that wasn’t bruised. 

“That’s bullshit. Don’t lie to me, (Y/N/N). You never mess up that much during training.” He then looked at his hand on your arm. It was gently placed there, no pressure on it or anything. But it was enough to make him realize something. 

It was him. He hurt you.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I did that didn’t I?” You didn’t respond, but when he asked again, you nodded. 

“Yes. But it was an accident and I’m not mad at you in any way. I promise.” He looked at you like a sad puppy before you continued,  “You wanna kiss it and make it better, or do you wanna help with breakfast?” 

He just took your hand and kissed the inside of your wrist over the brace, then headed to the fridge and got some fruit to cut up. You stood behind him for a second and hugged him from behind. He stood there stunned for a moment before cautiously putting his hands on your arms, being careful so he wouldn’t hurt you anymore. 

“You are a good person, James. You know I care too much about you to let anything like this get in the way. And you also know that I am serious because I’m using your actual name.” You both chuckle a bit a that before going back to breakfast. 

You had a lot of french toast to make, so Bucky took care of everything else. He finished cutting the fruit, set the table, and cooked various breakfast meats. You took the last pieces of toast off of the pans and then turned to Bucky, who was sitting at the counter near you, watching you in case you needed help. You walked over to him and before you could even get a word out, Bucky begins apologizing again.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry. I didn’t think I would do something like that to you. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you and I messed up. You don’t have to help me anymore. You don’t even have to talk to me anymore. I–” 

You couldn’t take this anymore. You just took his face in your good hand and kissed him. He was taken aback for a second but then kissed back. He wrapped his hands around your middle as if you were made of glass and he was scared you were going to shatter at his touch. After a few seconds of long awaited kisses, you pulled away so you could speak.

“I am not letting you out of my life anytime soon. If you haven’t guessed by now, I kind of love you. I have for awhile and now I’m officially saying it. I love you, and you don’t need to apologize for anything like this because I choose to go through this. I choose you. All of you. The good, the bad, and everything beyond and between. I have been through broken bones and bruises from so many missions and stupid dares in my past. This is nothing. And I see it as a good sign. A badge of honor, even. I was able to help you. I know that that isn’t something that everyone can do. So it’s an achievement. I would gladly do it over and over again, because I love you.” 

Bucky’s eyes were starting to get a bit glassy from tears. He just looked at you with love showing everywhere. He brought one of his hands to the back of your neck, but it was very gentle. 

“You know I’m not made of paper, right? You don’t have to be so careful.” He kind of laughed embarrassed before adding a bit more pressure and pulling you down into another kiss, both of you smiling into the kiss. He is the one to pull away this time.

“I love you too. So much.”

“Wow. Two achievements in one day. Not sure how this could get any better.” You said sort of jokingly. Bucky moved his hands back to your waist and pulled you a bit closer to him.

“I think I know something that could make this better.” He teased with a sort of cutesy smile on his face.

“And what are you thinking about, Sarge?” You knew he loved it when you used that nickname for him. It made him feel a bit more confident. 

“Well, I was wondering if you would be my girl?” He actually seemed a bit nervous when asking that. You sat sideways in his lap and put your good hand on his shoulder to keep you steady, although his hands around you were sure to do that. 

“There’s nothing that would make me happier, James.” You both smiled before leaning in for a short kiss. “Consider that three achievements within the past 24 hours!” Bucky laughs at your comment.

“You’re such a dork, doll.”

“Yeah, well you’re really stuck with me now.” You smiled. 

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetheart.” You leaned down and kissed him some more. 

You could get very used to this. It wasn’t until you both heard someone clearing their throat that you broke the kiss. You turn around to see Steve standing off to the side with a smirk on his face. 

“It’s about time,” he joked before starting to take the two plates of french toast that you had made to the table.

“Shut up, Stevie,” you call out playfully. 

You kiss Bucky’s cheek before he helps you up. You grab the bowl of fruit with your good hand while Bucky takes the breakfast meat plates to the table. Soon everyone files in and eats. While you were eating, Bucky had a protective but comfortable hand on your thigh. 

You could get used to this. 

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Movie Date - Jughead Jones

Originally posted by diltons

Pairing: Jughead x Reader
Description: You and Juggy go to a movie date at the drive-in on a cold, foggy night
Warnings: extreme fluff ♥
Word Count: 1,364
A/N:
hey guys, this is my first riverdale related imagine but i’m obsessed with the show and Jughead so I just had to write something. Today where I live is super cloudy and misty and that’s what gave me the inspiration to write this, bc it reminds so much of the show and jug’s character. Enjoy.


It’s freezing out at the drive-in and as soon as you get there you think that you should have worn a thicker jacket. The wind blows the hair out of your face and you wrap your arms around yourself trying to shield your body from the cold. Looking around, you’re surprised to see that the usually crowded field it’s almost empty. Who would want to stay outside for 2 hours freezing out in such a cold night as this one, right? Only two weirdos like you and Jug. But to be honest, you prefer it this way.

 It doesn’t take long for you to spot the familiar black beanie and a tall figure  sitting on a chair with a bunch of blankets and snacks. A smile automatically  appears on your face while you walk until where he is.

“BOO!” you scream, jumping from behind the chairs and trying to scare him. 
“Ha-ha”, Jug mocks you, clearly unimpressed. “Did you really think I would get  scared that easily?” he asks, smirking.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, silly me.” You answer, smiling and playfully rolling your  eyes.

“Come here, sit. It’s freezing and the movie is about to start” Jug says, lifting  one side of the fuzzy grey blanket and patting the spot beside him.

“Oh, and what are we watching today?” You ask, curious about what he had  chosen for tonight. You loved his taste in weird and old movies and were  always surprised by the films he liked to watch.

“The Shining”, he says, lifting one eyebrow and doing a funny, dramatic voice.

“Oh my god Jug, are you kidding me? You know how much I hate horror  movies!”

“I know, but c’mon (Y/N), look at this weather. It’s freezing, it’s chilly, it’s misty,” he says, lifting his hands in the air and pointing to the sky,” I’m sorry, but this night demands a horror movie.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll watch it” you give in and sigh, realizing you have no choice. “But why do you have to be such an emo?” you purposefully mock him,  knowing how much he hated when people called him emo.

“Oh no. You did not just call me that!” He complains, turning his head to look straight at you, a surprised smile on his lips.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m just messing with you” you reply, chuckling “let’s just watch the movie already so we don’t stay here until too late.” You finish your sentence and kiss him on the cheek, wrapping your arms around his neck. That way you knew he wouldn’t say no.

“Yeah, let’s watch it. Even though you don’t like horror movies I think you’ll like this one. Jack Nicholson’s performance is phenomenal, one of the best until this day, in my opinion. The way he conveys his madness throughout the film is what makes it such a classic.”

“Look at you, geeking out again for these old movies” you say, looking at him with pure adoration in your eyes and stroking the black hair in the back of his neck. You love how nerdy he was when it comes to movies and books and you love it even more when he talks about it.

He was looking especially handsome tonight. His green eyes were sparkling and his cheeks were rosy due to the low temperature. Pieces of his dark hair were sticking out of his beanie everywhere, making him look even more adorable. You feel his warm hands on top of your cold ones.

“How can you not geek out when you’re about to watch The Shining? It’s one of my favorites” Jug answers, while the opening title appears on the giant screen.  

“Yeah, you got me, I’m curious now. I just hope it isn’t too scary”

“It isn’t, I promise.”

During the first hour of the movie you two just silently watch, surrounded by blankets. Legs are tangled in each other, Juggy’s arm is around your waist and your head is on his chest, the both of you struggling to keep as warm as possible.  Every now and then you would just look up to see the complete concentration on his face.

Suddenly, his voice breaks the silence “are you enjoying it?”

“Yeah, I thought I wouldn’t like it but the story is actually pretty interesting”

“I don’t mean the movie” he says with a serious look on his face, looking sad almost. 

“What? What are you talking about?” you ask confused, while sitting up so you could look directly at him.

“Are you enjoying this?” he questions, moving his hands between you and him “I mean, are you enjoying… us?”

He quickly looks down, a wave of insecurity getting the best of him.

“Juggy… why are you even asking me this?”

“I don’t know, I just… I just realized it’s almost midnight and you’re out here freezing your ass out, watching a movie you probably won’t even like”, he answers, a sad smile appearing on his lips, “and it’s all for me. I just need to make sure you’re enjoying it as much as I am”

“Oh my God, you’re adorable, you know that?” you reply, laughing and putting your hands on both sides of his face. “Of course I’m enjoying it. Are you kidding me? You’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for, you’re my best friend. And a boy that brings me on a date like this, c’mon! We’re binging junk food, snuggled up in 5 different blankets, with this whole place practically just for the two of us. And the best part is that I get to be with you. To be close to you. I wouldn’t trade you or this moment for anything, okay?

You immediately bring his face closer to yours and press your chapped lips against his pink ones, mouths moving perfectly in sync with each other. You needed him to know how much you mean every word you just said.

“I wouldn’t trade this for anything either, (Y/N).” Jughead says, sighing and moving a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Hmmm, not even if I offered you a hot chocolate right now? Your hands are colder than Cheryl Blossom’s heart.”

“Oh wow, my hands are really freezing then” he replies, an adorable laugh coming out of his lips. “But no, I wouldn’t trade you even if you offered me a big, delicious, creamy hot chocolate with a bunch of marshmallows on top. That statement right there is a big step on our relationship coming from me, I hope you know that.”

“My god, I didn’t know I was that important. Now you convinced me” you joke back and kiss him again, this time harder than the last, you just couldn’t contain yourself when you were near him.

These were the moments you cherished the most, the ones where it was just the two of you joking around, kissing, enjoying each other’s companies without a care in the world.

“Well, now that we have already lost important parts of the movie while being a disgustingly cute couple, can I take you home now? It’s getting colder even for me and I think it’s going to rain soon. Plus, I really want a hot chocolate now” Jug says smiling with a pleading look on his eyes.

“Yeah, let’s go. We can finish the movie at my place. And I’ll make you a big, delicious, creamy hot chocolate with marshmallows on top, how about that?” you ask smirking, remembering what he had said to you just minutes ago.

“Sounds good to me”, he replies, kissing the back of your hand and looking into your eyes, a playful smile on his lips, “it sounds really good to me.“

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