i just wanted to make this cause ive seen things like this

Puck You [G.D]

Puck Me [Ethan’s Version]

Summary: When Grayson becomes a little too aggressive with a player from the opposing team, who just so happens to be your ex-boyfriend, you meet with him in the locker rooms to have a word with him.

Words: 8.8k

Warning: public sex, swearing, dirty talk, hockey!grayson 😍😻

A/N: Puck Me blew tf up, and I couldn’t just write about hockey!ethan and not give ya’ll hockey!grayson like who tf do you think I am? Inspired by Scary Love, since it was supposed to go up first lol oops. Church by Chase Atlantic is the song for this one! LISTEN I KNOW THIS IS LONG BUT I WORKED HARD ON IT I’D APPRECIATE IT SM IF YOU READ IT OK ILY ALL…

(P.S I’d say this is similar in parts to a smut @lovin-the-dolans wrote, but I spoke to them so no one comments about this being alike/copied, go check out their stuff if you haven’t!) Xx

You didn’t think things were going to end up the way that they did.

You had woken up that morning with a text from your next door neighbor and friend, Grayson Dolan, asking you if you’d be at his hockey game. You wouldn’t say that you were the best of friends, you were actually best friends with his twin brother - who was currently taking a 2-week trip for a class - so that was one reason you knew each other very well. You’d often go over to his house, acknowledge each other, and teased each other as well whenever Ethan would disappear for a bit. There was tension there, you could both tell, but it was never brought into action.

Now since Ethan was gone, Grayson went to you for a lot of things. It was cute that he felt awkward and weird without his twin, so you decided to sit with him during lunch, because of his anxiety spreading even when he had his teammates around him. You decided to ride home together, often stopping by the gas station for drinks and snacks while jamming to Kid Cudi. You especially decided to go support him at his game, one that he had been waiting for with excitement yet determination.

However, a game that started off friendly; completely took a turn.

You could remember dropping your phone when someone beside you startled you when jumping up due to a goal, but just as you reached down, you started to hear the commotion - and not the cheery type. It was more like an ‘oh shit’ type of commotion.

So with your phone back in your grip, you stood high up on the heels of your feet to try and see what was going on out there. You immediately gaped at the sight of Grayson in his black jersey - matching the one he lent to you for this game - as he was all up in another dude’s face from the opposing team. You knew right away that he was angry, clutching tightly onto his hockey stick and even going as far as taking his helmet off to scream in the guy’s face and make him see his true anger. The aggressiveness he showed did things to you, but you shook your head at yourself and tried to push out of the crowd so that you could get closer to his side.

Maybe seeing you would calm him.

The whistles were going off, Grayson’s name was being shouted out, and there had to be a time out for him to take a breather. It’s when you noticed the name on the back of the other guy’s shirt, making you realize that this wasn’t just someone from the rivalry team, but your wonderful ex-boyfriend.

It wasn’t that he was shitty, or even cruel, he just wasn’t the type of boyfriend you wanted to gush to everyone about. So clearly, nothing ever worked out.

You reached one end of the glass windows, separating you from the team sitting off to the side, and as if in fate; Grayson eyes met yours. His glare was still there, but you could see the stars in his eyes softening when he realized it was you, and all you could do was mouth to him: ‘it’s okay.’

Luckily, the game had finished off smoothly. Grayson had tried his very best not to push your ex-boyfriend on purpose, or swing a punch, and went ahead with the game, going for the win since the victory would be a lot better to rub in his face.

You stayed back for a while, and once you became very impatient, you decided to be bold and go ahead and speak with Grayson even if he was still in a room full of other men. It was quite easy to get inside - you knew because it wasn’t the first time. You once helped Ethan with a prank in there, so it was an in-and-out situation.

Meanwhile, Grayson was changing out of his hockey gear, sweat imprinting his sweet olive skin, with a frown still embedded onto his beautiful face after everything. He got a few pats here and there from his supportive team, yet he didn’t really pay attention to them. He only stopped once he heard a chorus of whistles starting up in the locker room, causing him to crane his neck to try and see what the hell was going on now.

“Heyyy! Looking good, Y/N!”

Grayson’s jaw clenched at hearing that, clutching onto the neckline of his tight white Nike shirt that he still hadn’t put on. Not until he saw you.

“Hi chula!”

“Bitch, you can’t be in here!”

“You looking for me beautiful?”

“If that’s what your dick looks like, no thanks.” Grayson couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at hearing you defend yourself, his plump lips tilting over one corner. He liked that you were like that. He liked that you hung out with him despite getting comment after comment about being a slut or a bitch, simply because you were around him; the most popular guy on campus.

You stopped directly by Grayson’s locker after that comment, trying your best not to look down at his heavenly, glistening body even though you’d seen it so much that you could remember every freckle, ever muscle, every ripple. You had to admit that it helped with the fantasies, but you were never going to let him know that. It’d sound creepy if you said you stared more than enough times across your window whenever he would lift weights, do push-ups, or simply walk around shirtless before and after a shower with just a single towel around his hips.

“What is it, doll,” Grayson asked, though it sounded more like a statement from the way he said it. He wasn’t even shocked to see you standing there, knowing very well how daring you grew to be due to his twin brother.

“Here to talk. Put some pants on,” you said, crossing your arms so your breasts lifted up with the jersey, completely unaffected by everyone else only because Grayson’s beauty topped all of theirs. If it was just you and him, however, it’d be different. You’d be nervous as all hell.

Grayson threw his shirt back in his locker and went for his shorts instead, reaching down to place them on, and you had to tighten your thighs at seeing his bulge in those boxer briefs. “I’m listening,” he said with that deep, sexy voice of his. His bright loopy eyes seemed a little darker, and he did that soft angelic look he so often did that honestly drove you crazy. The one where he slightly tilted his head down and stared through his long lashes, his brows etched a bit together, reminding you of the scar in between.

That time, you couldn’t quite speak. The other boys had gone back to doing their own thing while stealing glances at you - and then Grayson’s eyes went to rake over your body. His black jersey on you was tied at the front, showcasing your belly button, and then you had tight shorts on with vans and white knee socks that just drove Grayson insane. The thought of gripping your thighs and eating you out until he was full… it was too much for him, and he was lucky his coach came over before his dick started straining his obvious shorts.

“Y/N…” Coach sighed next to you, rounding the corner of the aisle, not even surprised to see you there. “Again with this. You can congratulate Mister Dolan afterwards, please step out of the boys locker room.”

Nodding once, you put your head high and started walking back from where you came from. However, you gave Gray a side-eye, making sure you sent him the message that you needed to speak with him asap.

When you managed to get out of the locker room in one piece, you received a text from Gray himself not even a minute later.

The Worst Dolan🏒: Don’t leave. Wait around fifteen and come back inside.

The Worst Dolan🏒: We’ll be alone.

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BS Medical Tropes that Need to Die, 2/? : Making People Unconscious

For Part 1 of the BS Medical Tropes series, click here!

So I got an ask the other night about a character choosing not to kill people, but knocks them out with blows to the head instead. And it’s not an unreasonable thing for writers to think is legitimate. In fact, in fiction, there are dozens of ways to produce unconsciousness! A sharp hit to the head; a sedative drug injected right into the neck, bro!, or even Darkly Dreaming Dexter with his special horse paralytic.

Hell, on Person of Interest the main characters routinely produce unconscious enemy combatants by shooting them in the @$#RY)G!@#% knees

Here’s the thing: Every single one of those is complete bullshit.

Poppycock. Nincompoopery. Asscrap. And you’d realize that it’s a crock of crap if you thought about it this way for even half a minute:

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being the elder henderson sibling [headcanon]

Originally posted by strangerthingscentral

Requested?: Yee my dudes. Anon: “I absolutely loved your Wheeler and Byers middle child imagine! can you make one for Dustin’s older sister? Love your blog btw “ (idk who you are but i’m glad you enjoy my blog <3)

Pairing: Dustin Henderson x reader (platonic, family), Steve Harrington x reader (romantic oops) 

((btw guys if you’re getting annoyed at all of these turning out as romantic Steve things, pls let me know))

((once again, season 2 below the cut))

  • you were Claudia Henderson’s pride and joy
  • well you were, until Dustin was born
  • but you couldn’t complain
  • Dusty was your pride and joy as well
  • you were always so supportive of him 
  • ((especially whenever him and the rest of the party won the annual science fair))
  • you would always help Mr. Clarke with the AV club
  • the fact that you were always around meant that you were always the one constant in the Party’s lives.
  • they loved you
  • ((you were the og group mom))
  • no matter how cool you were to The Party, you were unapproachable at school
  • you thought it was because you were a certified Loser™
  • in reality, it was because you intimidated everybody
  • you were so pretty and kind and smart that people saw you as unapproachable.
  • well, everybody except your closest friend
  • ((aka Jonathan Byers))
  • you always had your nose stuck in a new book, oblivious to the awestruck glances aimed at you.
  • Jonathan would always snort at the glances you’d get from half of the basketball team ((yes, including Steve Harrington [pre-Nancy]))
  • when Will went missing, you swear you felt your heart break
  • but you didn’t cry because Dustin was distraught and he needed someone to comfort him.
  • in fact, you comforted all of The Party, Jonathan, and Joyce.
  • you caught Dustin sneaking out of the house to go look for Will one night
  • instead of ratting him out to your mom, you went along because “there’s no way I’m leaving a dumbass like you all alone in the woods.”
  • The Party was relieved to have you tagging along
  • you made them feel safe.
  • you’re skeptical about Eleven at first, and take Lucas’s side for a while.
  • soon, you begin to see that the young girl can actually be a highly useful asset.
  • the next day, you find yourself being extremely surprised.
  • when you hear that Barb is missing, you’re pretty rattled.
  • first Will, now Barb.
  • what was happening?
  • after school, you find your way to the parking lot
  • you see Steve and his little crowd mocking Jonathan 
  • you approach them right as they break him camera.
  • pissed off, you begin shouting obscenities at them, shocking everyone.
  • sweet, beautiful, caring (Y/N) Henderson knew how to curse?
  • when Carol starts making remarks about Jonathan, you lunge at her.
  • Tommy intervenes and before you know it, his fist has met your face.
  • everyone stops.
  • they all stare at you 
  • you simply crack your neck and deliver an equally devastating blow to Tommy’s face.
  • ((at this point, Steve is feeling guilty because he just knows he’s fallen in love with you but Nancy is still in the picture))
  • but damn can you take a punch 
  • Tommy is on the ground, in pain, and you simply grab Jonathan’s hand and threaten the little group.
  • your foot hovers over Tommy’s crotch before you speak.
  • if you ever pull a little stunt like that again, you can say goodbye to any future children you were planning on having,Tommy. you too, Harrington.”
  • Steve simply stares at you and Jonathan groans because he knows what that look means.
  • he’s seen it too many times on his brother’s face and on the faces of half the school’s basketball team.
  • Steve. Is. Absolutely. Smitten.
  • eventually you find out about Will’s body being found.
  • you reluctantly head home to be with Dustin…
  • …who sends you right back to the Byers residence, insisting that Jonathan needs you more than he does.
  • although hesitant, you listen to your little brother and spend the night with Jon.
  • you help calm Joyce down when they have to go identify the body.
  • you eventually tag along with Nancy and Jonathan when they go looking for the monster.
  • you notice Nancy is missing and follow her into the Upside Down.
  • when the monster chases you, you make sure she goes back through the tree first. 
  • you barely make it through, the Demogorgon clamping onto your leg and leaving you injured.
  • you refuse to go to the hospital, and Nancy proceeds to patch you up. 
  • when you go to the store to buy your weapons, you’re the one who sees the movie matinee first.
  • you try to keep Nancy away from it, but she sees it anyways.
  • when she runs off, you grab Jonathan’s hand and tug him along.
  • oh look, Nancy the slut and the creepy couple”
  • “shut up Carol. just because Tommy is the only one who wants to fuck you doesn’t mean you have to be bitter all the time.”
  • Tommy takes a step towards you but stops once you arch an eyebrow. 
  • Steve looks at your hand in Jonathan’s and starts talking shit.
  • really Nance? you had to go after Byers? I bet you, him, and Henderson there had a lot of fun together eh?”
  • you’re the first one who swings and although Tommy is urging Steve to fight back, he knows that he can’t hit you.
  • so he hits Jonathan instead.
  • you wind up at the police station
  • where you eventually spill the whole story to Hopper and Joyce, showing them your wound as proof. 
  • when you contact The Party, you’re the one who has to speak to them 
  • you’re the only one that they truly trust.
  • you don’t want to leave them but Nancy insists that she and Jonathan need your help.
  • Jonathan is your best friend and although you don’t know Nancy that well, she is a sweet girl.
  • so you agree and go with them. 
  • when Steve arrives, you’re the one who opens the door and tries to keep him out. 
  • eventually, the Demogorgan arrives and you have to keep it away from Steve, who is unarmed.
  • when he helps you fight back, you realize that maybe (just maybe) he isn’t a self-centered, big-haired douchebag.
  • fast-forward to the end of the fight 
  • everyone is safe, except El.
  • although you’re sad that she’s gone, you know it’s nothing compared to what Mike is feeling. 
  • when Will awakens, you’re right by his side
  • along with the rest of The Party.
  • and when Jonathan sees the way Will looks at you, with that dazed, dreamy look,
  • he knows that things might turn out okay.
  • you hug Dustin tightly and tell him how much you love him
  • Dustin whispers the same things back to you before pushing you off and rubbing his neck in embarrassment
  • the rest of the evening is spent in comfort as you all realize that you still have each other.

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How I Got a 5 on the (hard) AP Euro Exam

One question ive been asked constantly since the 2015 AP Euro scores came out is “How did YOU come out with a 5?” Its not posed as a mean question, but theres this perception that if you are the type of person to get a 5 you have to be super studious, no fun, no boyfriend/girlfriend, loser, no life just hardcore study study study. And…i’m not that kinda student. In fact, i didnt even become a “good” student until maybe the beginning of junior year, to be honest. I had a very small AP Euro class (8 people i mean) and i was one of two people who had a five in the class. The other girl was…kinda what i described about. All her life was all about studying, she took all APs, didnt hang out with people, she even told me once she only went to after school clubs just enough to have them count on her common app for college, not for actual enjoyment… i’m not like that. not by a long shot- so in order to help others in prep for AP Euro, here’s my advice on how I got a 5. (and some advice on what not to do, based on the other people in my class)

Find a motivation

My teacher said he thought i could only score a 3, maybe a four. I wanted to prove him wrong.

Dont listen to haters

My biggest hater was my boyfriend, actually (just for reference we were in the same class). While i was working my ass off everyday, always reading my Crash Course or my Princeton all i would hear from him is “i dont know why you’re studying so hard” “you’re making yourself sick, you need to stop.” “It’s all pointless, its either you know it or you dont.” “Youre studying so much and getting so anxious, here i am playing video games and not giving a shit and im sure im gonna be fine on the test because im not stressed out like you are” Granted, at the time he was going through his parents divorce and i think he was partially taking it out on me- but thats hard to hear from anyone, especially your boyfriend you’ve been dating for years. I was working so hard and studying so hard because i wanted a good score, not even a 5, i just really wanted a 4, at least- and then you hear that discouragement and…it sucks. At the time while it hurt i didnt pay it anymind and still worked as hard as i did and then fast forward to result day… I got the 5. He got a 1. And he cried, i swear to you, he cried. I didnt play the “i told you so game, though i did think so.” To people who work hard, you’ll be rewarded. If you slack and think its all gonna come to you…its not.

Actually read those study books (and heres what i read)

Who wants to hear you actually have to work? Yes..you do. Even if you have a great teacher, youre gonna need to supplement that class time with actual work. My school gave us 4 books in total: two textbooks- Mckay and Kagan, and two study guides- The Princeton Review (long) and the Crash Course book (short review) I read both of the guides…all the way through. Crazy right? I would just read them in my spare time- bus ride home? Lets read about the War of 1812 cause im kinda fuzzy on it. To me, i like history so it wasnt a complete chore, but if you want a good score its good to know your content. And after reading those two, i KNEW European History. If you arent so lucky to have access to review books, message me in my ask and i will give you my links to the pdf version.

…and watch those study videos

This one i dont think is so bad. Honestly you can just play them in the background while you do other things, and having things explained by a teacher online isnt so bad. I recommend

Tom Richey’s Videos (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tIcmPM0zwQQ&list=PLfzs_X6OQBOxudw-bxvxBuTWvh6bwaVhQ)

annnd Crash Course’s select videos on euro history (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NjEGncridoQ&list=PLO0R3oPRL55yxFBqtxvWyN0CQZ-iSre8m)

…and even sign up for those tumblr AP Euro guides.

does this seem excessive? maybe a bit, but its good to have people who are going or have gone through the same class- even my studyblr might help. Sometimes its easier to review when you have funny gifs or jokes in the middle of your review session,just to lighten the edge. Here’s a list of AP Euro blogs i followed





http://pbsthisdayinhistory.tumblr.com/ (not exactly AP euro, but you’ll find some interesting things that might help you on the test.

It helps if you’ve taken an AP before, not gonna lie

Its going to be a lot harder for you if youve never had an ap class before. Thats the hard truth about it, its not going to be easy, and some people cant deal with that. Theres a lot more work and a lot more pressure. Can you handle that? I want to warn you. AP teachers will be up your ass. They will give you huge packets of work and expect it done when they ask you for it. They will not accept regular essays, they will accept AP essays. They will give you twice the work of a regular class, and expect it due on the same time. You actually have to work hard if you want to get a 5. A lot of people get fustrated with the work and get angry, but thats the reality of AP work and also there is a reward at the end of the tunnel, trust me.

An interesting tidbit: during the essay portion of the test, me and alex (the only other girl who got a 5) were the last people to finish

little interesting thing. The essay portion of the test is about 120 minutes. The people who got failed were done the first, within about 40 minutes and were confident. The people that did okay were done at about an hour. But me and alex took the longest to finish (about 115 minutes) and wrote about 12 pages in total for the 3 essays. Coincedence? just take your time and reeaally plan out your essays. Here was my strategy: since for ⅔ essays youre allowed a choice of what to write, for any essay you think you can write about in the margins try to write about 3 examples for it, if you cant do it, find another essay to write.

Come into it with a good attitude….but be aware you’re gonna have some major anxiety

This is a stressful class, but its worth it. Trust me, you’ll learn a lot, i promise you.

I kept my AP schedule manageable

A lot of people i know who take APs go crazy and take a bunch. If you can, try to keep a somewhat managable schedule. For example, in sophmore year i took 1 AP, junior year: 2 APs, senior year: 3 APs. Also, they should be classes you have strength in, like if your good at history take history classes.

dont cheat.

you ever hear cheaters never prosper? Its true. You’re not gonna learn the material, and you’re teacher might find out. Which will make him a whole lot harder on you then others. Trust me. And you want your teacher to like you, he’ll let you off a lot easier when you fuck up.

relax and be a teenager for once

in the end, if you work your ass off for too long a period of time you will burn out. Burnouts not fun, ive seen my friends go through it. One time my friend was doing a presentation where she had a wrong fact that the teacher jokingly pointed out and she ran out of the class into the bathroom to vomit. When you pressure yourself so much you can really hurt yourself.

KNOW YOUR TREATIES. Know em’. Do it.

Theyre the hardest thing to remember so of course theyre tested the hardest. Look in the Crash course book for a helpful list.

Watch out for your physical and emotional health

really. Eat right, try to walk a little, stretch after a long studying session. try to meditate. relax. breathe. love yourself, dearies

And you better not stop after learning WWII history

the test makers know most AP classes will only get up to about post WWII history. Dont slack, read bout the Cold War, read bout the Euro law, dont stop, because they will expect you too.


know about russia, know about women. Its the most frequently tested things on any test.

{Special} College!AU JB
  • major: ancient history 
  • minor: latin 
  • sports: men’s lacrosse 
  • clubs: latin tutoring, classic film club
  •  looks cold an unapproachable because he’s always reading an intimidating looking book about the history of ancient greece and like he’s known as the hot older classman who can understand and speak latin fluently and apparently even a bit of Spanish?? And everyone whose ever had a class with him rants about how smart he is and how scary it is because how the hell does he know,,,,,,,,,,,,everything
  • jb in reality isn’t cold and he’s always reading because that’s his major: to read and learn about the ancient world
  • his friend youngjae tried to explain it to jb that like jb just knows all this stuff normal people probably don’t even comprehend and jb just frowns like “understanding the roots of modern day politics and society all stem from learning about ancient empires-“ and youngjae is like “see! when you talk like that it’s scary…….”
  • jb was still like ???? because to him knowing random dates and historical events that defined the renaissance is like casual small talk but apparently that isn’t true to everyone else (which is a shock to him, amazingly)
  • but aside from people not wanting to approach him because of his demeanor there’s also the fact that he’s Hot and the entire campus knows it
  • like he’s super smart, sophisticated, and also……handsome beyond words
  • the whole silk black button down shirt unbuttoned at the top and slim framed glasses + one long earring and simple silver rings that he wears he like 
  • looks like he came off the pages of a high class fashion magazine not…….the campus library………..
  • but yet you become acquainted with him through kind of uncomfortable circumstance see you’re sitting, minding your own business probably sobbing silently to yourself about an upcoming project in the quiet study part of the library 
  • when suddenly this person keeps trying to grab your attention
  • and when you look up you can only roll your eyes because it’s the gross dude that’s been chasing after you since you set foot onto campus like he saw you at orientation and tried to get your number blah blah and like you’ve turned him down countless times but he like Does Not Get It and it’s annoying
  • and like you really don’t need this now when you’re stressed enough as it is
  • so you’re like “please, go away.”
  • but ofc this douchebag doesn’t listen and keeps trying to whisper something at you and like suddenly he starts saying really…….Creepy things and honestly you’re getting scared
  • and like you don’t want to cause a scene because you’re in the silent study room and like already some students are throwing you glares because the dudes being loud
  • but also you don’t want to get up and leave because he’ll just follow you and soon enough you feel like crying a bit because now he’s like moved to sit beside you and you’re like leaning away in your chair, so much so that an inch more and you’ll fall out
  • and like you seriously can’t believe this is happening to you right now when suddenly you hear an unfamiliar voice go “come here.” and like you look up to see this tall, striking student standing in front of you
  • in one hand he has a copy of “The Rise and Decline of Macedonia” and he’s got this piercing stare that basically makes the creep that was bothering you jump up in his seat 
  • and for a second you’re like ,,,,he’s not talking to me is he?? but the boy just motions to you to get up and you’re like
  • my mom taught me not to trust strangers but trusting this (very handsome) stranger seems 100% better than staying with this creep who just won’t let up
  • so you like gather your things and stand but then the creep like grabs your arm and you wanna wrench it away but mysterious hot boy who is your savior now i guess literally puts his hand on the creeps arm and he’s like “ i will break every bone in your body if you don’t let go of them right now.”
  • and the creep like huffs like “yEAh right like you co-”
  • and the boy leans closer and he’s like “i know medieval torture techniques, wanna test me?”
  • and in that moment you swear you’ve never seen anyone look as terrified as the creep who wouldn’t leave you alone and he literally like melts into a puddle of fear while the mysterious boy just straightens up, takes your hand, and walks you out of there like nothing just happened
  • and outside you’re like “um- um tha-thank you i - um your name?” 
  • and he doesn’t look back, just tugs you along the campus and answer in this low voice; “jb.”
  • and you’re like “thank you jb, but um where are you takin-”
  • and he turns around all of a sudden, so fast you practically walk right into his back and he’s like “that creep, he’s been bothering you for a long time right?” and you shift back and forth and you’re like “yeah, but it’s ok-”
  • but jb like clicks his tongue like “is it ok? because it don’t look ok back in the library. if i wasn’t there would you have been able to do anything?” and you’re kinda like at a loss for words because like yeah you wanna be like of course!! i can fend for myself!! but at the same time in that moment when you were being harassed you’d frozen up and like if jb hadn’t put an end to it-
  • but you like look away and jb kind of sense he wnet to far with his tone and he’s like “im sorry. it’s just, ive seen him bothering you before. i have lacrosse campus outside of the english department and i see you come out and he’s always hanging around you and it annoys me because i can see you don’t like it.”
  • and you kinda like you’re like ,,,that’s true but also your heart kinda skips because like has ??? he been like watching you??? someone as handsome as him……….is this a dream
  • but you shake it off and you’re like “i don’t like it, and ive reported it but no one does anything so i just put up with it.” and jb frowns and you kind of try to force out a laugh because you don’t want him to worry
  • but jb is like out of the blue like “how about this - how about i walk you from class now on?”
  • and you’re like ?@??@!? wHA ??? and jb looks dead serious he’s like “no really, that asshole irks me the way he won’t lay off and i really think the only approach left is for someone to be there to scare him off.”
  • and like you agree, but you’re also like “jb i just met you, we aren’t even friends, what would make you want to do such a big favor like that for me?”
  • and jb just clams up a little and like you swear you see some pinkness in his cheeks or soMETHINg and jb is like !!!!!!! “ i just…..i just…….my friend junior is an ethics major and he’s always going on about how wrong the world is and seeing that creep think he’s entitled to keep bothering you like it got me thinking that i could at least maybe help stop that-”
  • and he’s rambling now and his dark, stern cold eyes are darting back and forth in cute embarrassment and you’re like ,,,,, wELL if you INSIST 
  • and that’s how you get hot, aloof mysterious ancient history major jb to kinda be like your bodyguard
  • and you tell him that your class ends at like 6:00 tomorrow and he’s like ill be there and you say your goodbyes and when you’re like in your dorm your roommate’s like so whats up
  • and you’re like “do you know a guy named jb?” and your roommate’s eyes widen like “oF COURSE I KNOW JB he’s in my archaeology of rome class and he’s sOOOooOO dreamy!!! WHY??” and you kind sink into your blankets like “…..he’s offering to walk me from my classes……” and your roommate close to like jumpS on you like WHAT TELL ME THE DETAILS 
  • and so like you go to your class with butterflies in your stomach and you’re like @ yourself like calm!!! down!!! this doesn’t mean anything jb is just a nice person
  • and when the time reaches 6 you shyly like wait outside on the corner near the building and you look up from your book to see jb there and instead of his usual jeans, button down shirt and glasses he’s got his lacrosse uniform on and his sweaty hair is in his face and he’s like “hey, sorry i just came from practice. is that creep around?” and you’re like sohidgdvjfla jkjkjk you’re like “nO!!! haven’t seen him!!” and jb smiles and you’re like holy shit am i looking at god
  • and he smiles and like a group of girls off to the side probably start screaming and you’re like ??? and jb’s like “they’re always there. idk how to get rid of them.” and you’re like omg jb you have a fanclub and he’s like what no way and you’re like smile. and he’s like what and you reach up to like pinch his cheek and be like smile!! and jb kinda reddens and you’re also like oh - oh my god im sorry i didn’t - i - and jb’s like no no it’s ……ok 
  • and you two shyly like look down and the fanclub is probably like seething but whatever this is you and jb’s au moving on
  • and so jb picks you up from class for the rest of the week and everytime all your friends gather at a distance to gwack at him and you’re like guys dont!! but they’re like DUDE YOU GOT THE MOST UNATTAINABLE GUY ON CAMPUS TO bASICalLY PROTECT YOU and you’re like ahdf SHHHH
    and each time jb just becomes more and more handsome like once he was early and was just leaning against the wall with earphones in, sipping an iced coffee and he looked like a movie star you couldn’t believe he was a real person
  • and then the youngjae accident happens
  • as in jb comes to pick you up and next to him is this smiling cute boy that excitedly introduces himself as “jb’s bestest best friend” and his name is youngjae and like before you get to your dorm youngjae is like “hey, let’s all go out to eat!! mark and jackson texted me that they’re already at our usual place, what you say?” and he’s like leaning over to you and you’re like ??? you’re inviting me and he’s like oF COUrse silly, let’s go!!! and you’re like UM and jb is like yOUNGJAE I SWEAR
  • but somEHOW you end up eating dinner and you meet the rest of jb’s friends who are all much more colorful and loud minus the english major mark who sticks to just eating the whole time LOL
  • but as you’re going back to the campus, and mark is trying to carry a tipsy jackson on his back and jb is apologizing to you for his friends youngjae is like
  • “hey, jb you should invite your significant other more often!! they’re so cute and funny!!” 
  • and you and jb are like : SIGNIFICANT OTHER????
  • and youngjae’s like yEAH ive never seen jb so in love with someone and you’re like WHAgjsedfw and jb is like youngjae. you’re dead. im gonna smother you in your sleep. say goodbye- and probably starts chanting some curse in latin
  • but not the point
  • after what youngjae says jb actually finally gets the guts to ask you out on a real date, like you know after he picks you up from class
  • and it’s cute you guys go to a museum screening of a  documentary on rome and jb chats excitedly about it and you might not know half the terms he’s using but seeing him smile so much literally melts your heart into 23124 pieces
  • and after that well you know ITS HISTORY (i couldn’t resist)
  • you still get walked from class by jb except this time he gives you greeting kisses and like you have his hands around your waist while you two walk
  • and the entire campus is up in flames over you two
  • but you and jb just like enjoy each others company
  • and jb gets into the habit of comparing you to beautiful art pieces from the past and you’re like oh my god and i swear jb probably refereed to you as like an ethereal being once to youngjae and like youngjae never lets him live it down
  • at the campus Halloween party yall went as a mythical couple flower crowns, togas, you know all of it and it was literally the cutest couple costume ever (you guys made the college newspaper)
  • and jb loves just having you listen to him study latin out loud and you compliment how beautiful he sounds and he’s like what no;;;; and you’re like “jb you sound like a young scholar from the past” and he’s like aG?hfkow but he loves the praise. he loves it
  • jackson: “cupid really got you jb, didn’t he???” 
  • jb: “jackson you have three seconds to run.”
  • you and jb staying in to watch old movies but also jb takes you out dancing to one of the clubs in town and boYYYY  does he know how to GRINDDDD 
  • you and jb plan a study abroad to greece because it’s been his dream since he entered college and im not saying anything but you two + a hotel balcony + some wine + you know where im going with this 
  • jb getting you roses the morning after and also sneaking past the teacher whose supposed to be on guard duty LOL
  • but yes you and jb just cuddle together and you’re always in his lap with your hands around his neck, he loves when you kiss up his jawline
  • and that creep? the one that was bothering you from before? well one look at jb and he RUNS the opposite direction at the speed of light
  • and not even jb, the rest of college!got7 like corners him one day and is like: if you touch the love of jb’s life of jb - we will make sure to end you.
  • in conclusion: you and jb sharing eskimo kisses as mark makes a gagging face in the background GOODNIGHT 
Barista Boy

modern day Steve works at a coffee shop

A headcanon a little different from what I usually do but once I started I couldn’t stop

Also heads up lots of cursing :)

Merry Christmas Y’all ❤️🎄

What about coffee shop Steve

•okay so this is like a modern day Steve! But with a twist

•alright everybody tighten your bonnets cause it’s about to get fluffy as marshmellows in this bitch

•so If Stevie boy was in 2017 he would totally be a barista

•but at like a cute little hipster coffee shop on a college campus

•and literally half of the customers are all girls eager to see the “really cute guy that’s good at latte art (or whatever the fuck that shit w the cream is)

•and most of them Steve will just smile at

•the occasional wink to a sorority house (Okay a little trash talk of sorority girls comin’ up, but it’s only for the narrative. I actually think sororities are kinda badass and just an awesome thing but any way back to Steve.)

•but then one day you walk in

•you walk in, in your full “Ive been cramming all night” glory and he’s hooked

•you however couldn’t have cared any less. The Starbucks you usually went to was unfortunately closed that particular morning and you were desperate

•anyway, Steve was hooked

•not because you’re hot or anything

•n o

•because you’re the first girl who hasn’t tried to slip him your number or run back to and giggle with a group of friends after placing your order

•you actually almost yell your order at him bc tbh you just can’t anymore

•you also don’t get a frilly, fancy iced drink

•you order a large large black coffee, no cream no sugar.

•and in his cute little head that means you’re completely badass

•so he just watches in awe, making a note to remember your name when he writes it on the cup

•giving you a huge smile when he passes it too you

•and you’re just kinda like “whatever dude”

•but subconsciously you really liked that coffee boy and come back the next day

•bc you secretly thought he was pretty cute, even with that outdated, fluffy hair (I love his hair ugh)

•anywho you keep coming back everyday

•and this goes on until it’s been a month and y’all have started chit-chatting

•yo the best convo y’all had was actually about Starbucks

•for real it started w “did you just transfer? Pretty much the entire campus comes here. And I’ve never seen you before.”

•to which you replied “nope. I just usually get Starbucks, but it’s an extra ten minute walk and it’s cold out.” (Which was a lie the Starbucks was next to your dorm. and the only reason you still stopped at this cafe was to see him)

•but he’s all triggered by this and is like “Starbucks is terrible. Our stuff is organic

•and you just go “sure it is barista boy, that pink food dye seems super ‘organic’,”

•and you walk out

•about a week later he makes his first move (slide into those dms Stevie)

•okay, so what if his “move” is just writing his number on your cup

•it’s still fucking adorable

•and it’s so damn adorable you text him literally as soon as you leave the shop

•”thanks for the java barista boy.”

•you totally weren’t watching his reaction through the window

•omg But this boy is sooo pure that he turned beat red and had the biggest smile ever

•desperate to play it cool however. He responded nonchalantly w/

•”anytime, Starbucks.”

•from then on it’s sending each other stupid gifs

•or asking him to have your coffee ready bc you’re on the run

•but one day Steve texts you with a s.o.s.

•so as mentioned before all the girls think our homeboy is hot.

•and one day it gets a little a lot out of hand

•so Steve texts you “y/n help”

•and you’re annoyed and halfway across the campus all like “wtf is wrong Steve?”

•meanwhile he’s freaking out and texting like a madman, desperate for help.

•”pls come to the coffee shop!!!”

•”dude, no. What’s so important?!?”

•”its this sorority. They’ve dared at least 6 different girls to ask me out”

•this is very confusing to you after all, doesn’t every guy want a bunch of hot girls vying for his attention?

•apparently every guy but Steve

•anyway, annoyed, you send him back “and? What do you need me for?”

•”just please. I hate these girls, they’re stupid and fake. Please come save me!”

•finally succumbing, you text “on my way. What do I have to do?”

•Steve Is nearly jumping for joy by now and hurriedly writes back “just play along when you get here.”

•twenty minutes later you’re walking through the cafe door and being greeted with a loud shout of “Hey babe!” From none other Steve

•walking towards him you greet him with a smile and a small ‘hey, there.’ Still unsure of what was going on, but too caught up in youre own thoughts to look around

•Steve is suddenly walking around the counter and coming up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

•and with a large smile he begins to lean in

•and that’s when you realized what was happening

•but now it was too late and his lips were on yours

•and holy shit. He tasted like coffee beans and his lips were pillowy soft and damn

•pulling away you took a brief glance around the room. Only just noticing the lack of people in the cafe.

•to be more specific, the entire place was empty

That cheeky little fucker

•”there were never any sorority girls were there?” You ask


•”is any one else here.” You interrogate

•”nope, you didn’t notice, but I actually put the ‘closed’ sign up so I could do this in private” Steve explains. And like I said that ‘cheeky little fucker

•”then what are you waiting for? Kiss me again Barista Boy.”


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On-Air | Vernon/Hansol (IV)

Originally posted by taehyungs-slut

genre: fluff, comedy, slight angst, college au | vernon x radio personality!reader
summary: under the pseudonym Honey, you are the host of the most popular radio show in the city called Honey Time Radio where you give advice about relationships, school, and life in general. when it comes to your own love-life, however, you don’t have the best luck, and you don’t even follow your own advice! so what happens when you get a call from a listener who’s asking you advice on how to get to your heart?
word count: 3207
a/n: i screamed as i wrote this. warnings include swearing and mention of masturbation. it’s not steamy, sadly, like i literally just mention it lol. as seen on my ao3

part iii, v

What are you wearing?’ Wonwoo texted you with a smirk emoji.


You know, for your date ~

It’s not a date! And I’m wearing normal clothes!

I hope they’re not the same clothes you wear everyday.

“What does that even mean?” you muttered to yourself.

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Gradence/Gravebone/Gredence/Graves x Credence Fic Rec list

Originally posted by illilis

WARNING: most if not all of these stories have some to a lot of smut, possibly dub-con and/or non-con and/or questionable situations and consent. please be aware, and proceed with caution. also lots of spoilers. these are rec’s and reviews beyond the flailing sorts of comments i leave on the actual fics so yes that too.

First off I must mention the fact that when I left the theater after seeing the movie for the first time, the one thing I knew I wanted was some kind of consensual BDSM stuffs, and THIS series is bringing that to the extreme. I’ve dabbled and I’m still learning, the shit I include in my writing is pretty damn tame but this series is not, and I LOVE it. it’s a Modern AU where Credence and Graves are eventually living the scene 24/7 and it’s intense but so so so good.

Three parts currently:

Notes on a Lifestyle

Anima Mea


author is @clutchhedonist on tumblr too!

Next we have Show Me

The fic you knew was going to ensue after the healing scene and its frankly dreamy and perfect and I love it so much but its Credence and Grindelwald!Graves, so if that’s problematic, you know to avoid.

and next we have more sin aka smut that’s just short of a plot but you know what? that’s ok. Some of us just needed smut after all that goddamned sexual tension, so here, enjoy some

Freedom (Bound and Restricted) –great name btw.

also technically part of a series, and it is Credence and Grindelwald!Graves

and at long last we have an AU where Credence ends up finding the Real!Graves and he’s a bit of an asshole and you know what? it works damn well.

Its also a glorious 7k words and there is smut too so…. Yeah.

Such as is common to Man

a story I have been long awaiting and am breaking my ‘I never read WIP’s’ USUALLY rule, the Sugar Daddy AU and its of course modern and just, well, what it says.

What Shines Through

also go follow this creature on tumblr because just…do it.


next up is the newest of the A/B/O stories, only 2 of which I have ever read, bc frankly its not usually my cup o’tea, but HOT DAMN for this ship I’ll take anything with smut that’s not too non-con or dub-con so yeah.

this is a lil confusing bc it is Real!Graves and Credence, but Grindelwald is sort of behind the scenes pulling the strings.

The Mating Habits of American Wizards

HERE is the first A/B/O story I read and goddamn it it’s a WIP but its so damn filthy and good im along for the sinful ass ride.

Pin me and mount me like a butterfly –YET ANOTHER PERFECT TITLE Hella

literally i was getting blushy reading this, and I aint no innocent little virgin, this story is just so….uh, well, when I saw the update posted lets just say I didn’t walk I ran to it.

also follow here @grindlywindlywald

now for something a bit darker, this story is a story with daddy!kink but its Grindy!graves and Credence and slightly dub-con so be ware.

I was just so thirsty for daddy!kink after usually seeing the only stories tagged that way are in RUSSIAN WHICH I CANNOT SPEAK OF COURSE so then I saw this and holy shit.


THIS story I just read today, after having seen the prompt sort of floating around the tag, and it is just great, short but good. I always want more of course because like how could I not?

So Graves is summoned to Credence before he’s found the Obscurus, mostly by accident. And yeah its fun.

Caught so neatly, as a bird in a net


this next story is one of my legit favorites I think ive read it about ten times and its just ugh, for those who wanted a non!innocent/virginal Credence and Graves first time, and HELLA he is a bit of a hoe but he’s fucking sweet and adorable so its FIIINE.

Til Tomorrow Comes

this needs a sequel like soon pls but if not its ok ill survive

(I wont)

THIS story I found myself reading at my car place awaiting the checkup, and let me tell you, reading smut for these two in public is still a challenge to keep a poker face, esp this little bit of fluff which sounds strange considering the plot-ish, its Prostitute!Credence and its great.

Fill My Head With Dreams

here’s a bit more filthy sin before we get to my ALL TIME FAVE FIC, and it gets DARK ish at the end so watchout. Grindle!graves x Credence.

Showersex. Because duhhh.

I want Colin Farrell naked in a shower with Ezra on his knees so this is a close second.

Wipe you clean with dirty hands


THE LORDS WORK. Let me tell you a bit about this story. I have lived a life full of oppressive religion and plenty of gaslighting bullshit, and this story contains lots of that, but with plenty of angstyfluffysmut and a happy ending (SPOILER) to make it worth it, to me, so theres that.

This is also my fave trope of young innocent Credence being (accidentally) corrupted by hot smexy older Graves and its just bomb as fuck.


Cause yeah.

Time for your come to jesus moment. More like come to graves and come for graves moments amiright?

The Lord’s Work

this concludes my horribly organized and off the cuff list, and it is not as complete as it should be, I’ll prolly end up updating it sometime soon.

Enjoy the sinbin my lovelies!

dragonthorku  asked:

Jax quick question about Abs. Ive been training mine but Idk how to get them to pop up? My friends said to do crunches everyday and to eat a lot of seafood, but Im not sure what to do. Can you help me get my Abs ripped?

Of COURSE!!! First things first we need to find out what type of Abs you are going for/have. and Yes there are differences and we will talk about 

the Main 4 Abs there are

First things first though, if your diet is shit you are gonna fuck yourself over. Always remember this

Now lets get to it. Like I said there are 4 Main different types of abs out there. So we need to see where you are


I’ve seen this GOD KNOWS how many times from when I was growing up. To nowadays. This is literally when you are a kid and your abs just naturally develop on their own. like they literally just appear. I remember in the locker room these skinny kids would have abs and we thought they were so jacked haha it was funny. But heres the part that makes me so Jealous. I keep it real with teenagers who are naturally cut If you have the genetics for that. you have HIT THE GOLD MINE my friend if you start working out! When you are a beginner working out you build muscle and burn fat at the same time. So the fact that you are already have Abs is gonna make you look super Impressive when you add size to your frame


and Legit if you are training consistently you can Eat a LOT of FUN FOODS! Some of my best friends bragged about how when they were training they knew they had to eat big to get big so they feasted on Burgers, Protein Shakes, Pizza, Chickens, Eggs and Steaks and they got huge and every cheerleader wanted them. If you got the genetics for it, you are teenager and you havent started training yet. Enjoy the Fun times of high school


these are kind of similar to naturally cut abs but they take a while to get depending on the amount of flab covering your body. They mainly come from when your body fat percentage is low enough from training and dieting and you can see them. 

You literally don’t have to do any ab work to see these ones. They come eventually from fat loss But training them does make them look nicer. They dont have any Bulk to them so sometimes you have to get really lean if you want them to feel nice. These are the type of abs most fighters have and are worked/maintained with High Reps and Ab circuits. you know like 8 minute abs everyday


These are abs with Deep Crevices, The TYPE that people want to feel on and want to punch a lot haha. These are Abs built by Weight Training the Abs like any other muscle and letting them rest and regrow. 

Originally posted by want-it-all-universe-fitness

Now the cool thing about these Abs is that if you fall off from Training and get fat Since you built up so much muscle they will poke through. So next time you want have to lose as much fat to make them look nice again

These are some of the most aesthetically pleasing abs and then there is number 4


THESE ARE THE TYPE OF ABS that show they aint all just for Show, The types Gymnasts and those Calisthenic Athletes have 


Originally posted by everybodywantstobefit

Some of my best Friends Just Do Calisthenic work and their cores look amazing and they tell me they don’t do crunches, situps or anything like that. Just Core work

These static movements help work your abs in ways traditional crunches cant and work all these lil stabilizing muscles the others dont and the results (with good diet and consistent training) are something to marvel at. My Friend Myles (third picture with girl) always tells me how when he goes to beach His friends usually keep their shirts on haha cause he stands out haha

But yeah see what type of Abs you want/Have and then go for it. Wishing you the best of luck so you can get Gainz and make all the girls swoon @dragonthorku ;)

distraction ; park jimin

genre: angst (bc im being an angst geek over again)

summary: all you ever are to jimin is a distraction.

oh my god so i figured out that a lot of you guys really like the last angst i’ve written and i’ve never been so happy in my life? thank you so muchshhc

also: credits to the gif owners :)

there was some things that were off about jimin nowadays. coming home extremely late, not bothering to eat the dinner you made, his hesitant ‘i love you’s, the quiet and peaceful atmosphere. you knew his career was causing an impact on your relationship. yes, you supported him. yes, you wanted to be there. yes, this was his life. but somehow, you were feeling pushed away.

the clock turned into twelve midnight, and jimin wasn’t home. he was probably overworking himself again. the dinner you cooked on the coffee table was still there, so you sighed and began to eat by yourself. for the fifth time this week. two hours later, the door opens, revealing a jimin who looked like he could faint any second. you stood up, wanting to help him.


“i’m not here to put up with your bullshit, y/n.” jimin sighed, slamming the door closed, sighing and walking to his bedroom.

you stood there, taken aback. jimin hasn’t raged like this to you, never. he even promised he wouldn’t lay a finger, or shout at you like that. you made the decision to sleep on the couch, not wanting to disturb him. 


today was jimin’s rest day, and you knew that because he placed his schedule on the fridge. you began to cook breakfast, and hopefully he was in a better mood today. you heard some movements, so you assumed jimin was getting up.

“morning,” you said as he walked into the kitchen into the fridge. you heard a small mutter, “hey.”

you waited a few seconds for his small peck that he would always do in the morning, along with an, “i love you.” but it made you disappointed when he didn’t.

he chuckled, “why are you standing still? the eggs are gonna burn.”

you blush, “r-right. sorry.”

you needed to talk to him. so you took breakfast as an opportunity. 

you made your coffee since you were still dead, and jimin sat down in front of you. the tension in the air made you nervous, honestly.

“hey.. jimin?” you start the conversation. he sips his coffee and raises his eyebrows, “yeah?”

“i uhm..” you said, “i think we need to take a break.”

jimin nods. “okay.”

one word? just fucking one word? you thought.

“oh. that was uhm.. easy,” you said. “jimin, i honestly think you don’t love me anymore..”

“what do you mean?” jimin says, confused. “of course i still love you, y/n, what makes you think that?”

“for the past month.. you’re making me feel like shit. like a burden. you’re coming home ridiculously late, last night you fucking made me feel horrible about myself, saying you’re not putting up with my bullshit. you’re always finding a way to shout at me. do you really love me? tell me, park jimin, am i honestly just making this relationship bad? all the blame’s being put on me. you’re not even eating the food i made for you, you’re overworking yourself-”

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Tiny Daydream

I just had a dream where Nino was trying to make comfortable places for Wayzz in his room and Wayzz was saying he was a simple dude, if he had somewhere warm and some water he was fine. And Nino was standing there all awkward and rubbing at his neck before saying, “Uh. Not to be like uh demeaning or anything but uh, do you just want a turtle tank?”

“Whats in a turtle tank?”

“Uh, like one side would have deep water thats filters and nice, and the other would have a heating lamp and a little like rock place for you to be under the lamp. If thats like insulting-”

“I would love a turtle tank. I want a turtle tank.”

“Do you want to go get one now?”

“Yes. I want that I want a tank.”

so they go to a pet store and Wayzz is so excited that this is a thing cause its perfect for him and Nino is thinking, “well uh youre a turtle so” but doesnt want to say that so he just blows his savings on a super sweet tank and Wayzz flies around excitedly while Nino is reading the instruction manual for the heating lamp, and then out of nowhere when Nino is setting all this up his dad walks in the room and is like “uuuuuuh wHY”

and Nino just fucking panics cause Wayzz is so out in the open staring wide eyed and he just says “I bought a turtle sorry.”

“You bought WHAT”

“Yes. I’ve bought a Turtle, ive always wanted one, look at him he’s cute.”

Wayzz instantly gets down on all fours, trying to stare blankly and munch on carrots or some shit, and the dad is like “That is the weirdest turtle ive ever seen”

“Its extremely rare its a- its a very rare breed of turtle the Antenna t-turtle. Only a handful left dad its my responsibility to nurture this endangered species-”

“You can’t just BUY A PET how much did all of this cost!?”

“It was my money dad ITS MY TURTLE”

and nino just has to bullshit everything and eventually his dad is like well fuck if its that endangered and you cant return it and his dad hangs out in the room for awhile watching Wayzz who sort of awkwardly waddles around until Nino is done filling his tank up and setting it up. Eventually his dad leaves and Wayzz and Nino trade a look like ‘i cant believe we got away with that’

and it turns out to be a blessing because now Ninos parents think he has a really weird pet turtle that he is weirdly attached too for some reason and sometimes carries around with him so as long as wayzz walks and doesnt fly he can pretty much just be around

and his parents are just like “Well at least hes into turtles and not drugs or something”

Mini Avengers (Pt. 1/?) Child!Reader x Avengers

Warnings: Maybe swearing…?
Readers Age: goes up to 14 I think…
Word Count: 1624

Y/N: Your Name

A/N I plan to have this be a pretty long series in order for the title to make sense eventually!

Being the youngest by a long shot out of all the Avengers was tough. You’ve had a pretty rough life, that is until you were five.

Your parents were taken by Hydra agents, your mother was pregnant with you when it all happened. She gave birth to you a month after being taken. Unfortunately, the Hydra agents took that opportunity and took you. They experimented on you, just when you were a baby.

It took them a whole month of experimenting until they were finally satisfied. You only got to see your family a few times a day, mostly to be fed. You had a brother, Matt, he was seven.

Once they gave you back to your family, you had them taken away around the time when you switched to solid foods. They took your parents and left you with your brother, who swore to protect you. That is until you turned four, Matt was now eleven, Hydra agents stormed into your cell and took Matt away from you.

You don’t know what happened to your family, but you do know that you now have to fend for yourself.

A year passed, you’re now five years old. You heard a lot of gunshots and screaming, you hid in the corner, squeezing your stuffed duck. Tears were streaming down your face.

Everything went quiet, you heard no screaming, no gunshots, but you did hear footsteps. You saw a shadow appear from the crack of the door.

All of a sudden, the door flew open to reveal a long haired man in all black, a mask covering the bottom half of his face, and a metal arm. You stared at him, he stepped aside and let a man in red, white, and blue in.

The colorful man walked towards you slowly, leaving a few feet in between you both. He crouched down and took off his mask, “Hi, my name is Captain America, what’s yours?” The colorful man asked. You stayed silent, “Okay, well, do you want to come with me? You’re safe now, we took care of the bad guys.” Captain America informed you. You looked behind him and saw that the man with the metal arm took off his mask as well, he gave you a faint smile.

You turned your attention back to Captain America, “You’re the good guys?” You asked quietly, Captain smiled and nodded. You got up slowly, you stared at the Captain for a moment before running into his arms. Captain America swooped you up, he grabbed his shield and headed out of the cell, you closed your eyes and tightened your grip around his neck.

Soon enough, you were outside. You opened your eyes and blinked several times, you’ve never seen the outside world. They let you look out a window occasionally, but only for a moment before stuffing you back into your cell.

You rested your cheek on Captain America’s shoulder and let sleep overtake you.

You woke up in a fairly uncomfortable bed, it didn’t feel all that comfortable sense you were used to a mattress that felt like cement.

You blinked several times, trying to adjust your eyes to the lights beaming down on you. Once your eyes were adjusted you sat up and looked around the room, it was all white and a bunch of weird electronics in it.

You looked to your right and saw a one-way mirror, that was probably the only thing you were very familiar with in this room.

The door suddenly opened causing you to scramble out of the bed and hide underneath it. You ended up pulling out the IV needles which made you wince in pain. “Y/N?” A familiar voice called, how do they know your name? “It’s okay, remember me? I’m Captain America, well… Steve Rodgers is my real name, I’m just not in my costume.” Steve explained in the simplest way he could.

You slowly crawled out from underneath the bed, you stood up and stared at the tall man in front of you, he crouched down to be eye level with you. “Do you know who you are?” Steve asked.

“Y/N (Y/L/N)” You answered quietly, Steve smiled.

“Good, do you know where you are?” He asked, more serious now. You shrugged, “You’re in Stark Towers, do you know what that is?” You shrugged once again. “Okay, have you heard of the Avengers?” You looked up at him, your family use to tell you stories about how one day the Avengers would come and save you. You nodded excitedly, “Good, well, Stark Towers is owned by Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, and it’s also where all the Avengers live.” He informed you.

“Are there any bad guys here?” You asked, staring at your fingers.

“No, you’re safe here.” Steve assured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You nodded and jumped into his arms, Steve was taken by surprise but nonetheless wrapped his arms around your small frame.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

It’s been nine years since the Avengers took you in, when you turned six, you started calling Steve ‘dad’ so he ended up legally adopting you. Now you’re known as Y/N Rodgers, because you were so young when everything happened, you don’t even know about HYDRA taking you. The you only think that the ‘memories’ you have are only dreams. For all you know, Steve Rodgers is your biological father. You grew up as apart of the family, you live in Stark Towers like everyone else, one big, happy, family.

“Y/N!” You heard your Uncle Bucky yell, you were sitting in the commons room reading a book. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop putting magnets on my arm?!” Bucky held up his left arm, revealing all the magnets you stuck onto it.

“Uh… A thousand?” You smirked, Bucky stared at you, clearly unimpressed.

“You have five seconds before I take you to the ground.” Bucky warned, your eyes widened and you threw your book onto the couch, and ran out of the room. “Four… Five!” Bucky finished counting and took off after you.

You ran down the halls, passing some of the Avengers before you ran into someone, causing you to fall to the ground. “Ms. Rodgers, why are you running?” The voice of Nick Fury spoke, you looked up and realized that’s who you just ran into.

You scurried to your feet and stood straight, “Uh, nothing… Sir.” You silently hoped that you lost Bucky and he wouldn’t find you here. That hope was crushed when you heard the pounding footsteps of the super soldier stop behind you.

“Sir.” Bucky stood next to you, trying to hide his metal arm.

“Mr. Barnes, why does your arm look like a refrigerator?” Fury asked, Bucky sighed, upset that Fury saw his arm.

“Y/N thought it’d be funny to put them on.” Bucky ratted you out, your head snapped towards him, a look of betrayal etched on your face.

“She’s right, it’s hilarious. Continue with whatever you were doing.” Fury waved you off and walked down the hall.

You smiled smugly at the soldier who only gave you a look that said ‘you have five seconds to run’ you took the opportunity and ran, Bucky close behind.

You ran into the gym and saw Natasha and Clint sparring, you ran to Clint and hid behind him, “Save me!” You yelled, using Clint as a human shield.

“Whoa, whoa, from what?” Clint turned his head to try and look at you.

“Not from what! From who!” You pointed to Bucky who was stomping over to you and Clint.

“Oh hell no, you’re on your own.” Clint quickly twisted around, and was now behind you. Before you could do anything Bucky was now in front of you, you looked up to him.

“We can talk about this y'know, it’s just a few magnets.” You defended, Bucky smiled, he leaned down and grabbed your legs and threw you over his shoulder. “Ah! Bucky, put me down!” You demanded, your voice whiney.

“This is what you get, I’m gonna hall you around until you apologize.” Bucky stated firmly. He carried you into the hall and began heading towards the kitchen.

You saw your dad walk by, “Dad!” You yelled and started squirming in attempts to get out of Bucky’s grip, you failed.

Steve laughed once he saw you, “What’d you do this time?” He asked, you nor Bucky said anything, Bucky merely held up his left arm. “Oh…” Was all your dad said before turning around and walking away.

“What! Dad! Help me!” You started hitting Bucky’s back, Bucky chuckled and continued down the hall.

You eventually accepted your fate and just waited for Bucky to get tired. Luckily all your waiting paid off, Bucky walked over to the couch and threw you onto it, you went down with a big huff. “Stay, I gotta go to the bathroom.” Bucky informed you and walked out of the room and towards the bathrooms.

You saw your opportunity and ran out of the room, you turned a corner just to have Bucky swoop you off of your feet once again. But this time, Bucky laid you down on the ground and began to tickle you, “No! Stop!” You said in between laughs.

“Apologize!” He demanded, it was just a few magnets, who knew he’d get so butt-hurt.

“Fine! Fine! Sorry!” You gave in, Bucky sat back with a giant smile on his face. You held your stomach, trying to recover from the attempted assassination. “I hate you.” You whispered, staring at the ceiling.

“Love ya too, kid.” Bucky patted your knee whilst standing up and walking away.

This is your life.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5
your first show.

Originally posted by infinityvampette

Request: Also if it’s not too much to ask could I have a nice smutty Brad one where he invites you to his hotel after a show and you guys have a bath and then after the fun really starts ;) hahah idk you can totally do what you want with the idea

requested by @landofharries

A/N: look at maddie she finally posted an imagine!!!!! lmfao sorry for being so inactive guys, but i worked really hard on this!

you and brad have been dating for a while but you haven’t exactly had sex yet and you wanted it and you knew he did too but you didn’t really know how to go about it because you wanted it to mean something to both of you. You also didn’t want it to be overplanned, you wanted a ‘in the moment’ type of thing with a lot of passion. Anyways you were going to one of his shows tonight and you were told to come early.

It was a half an hour before you had to leave, and it was mid summer so your outfit had to comply accordingly. You put on a pair of high waisted jean shorts and a crop top with your hair pulled back in a french braid.  you did some basic makeup and threw on a pair of converse before you left.

Brad was already at the venue for the soundcheck, so you took the car and drove from the hotel you and brad were staying at. You showed the security guards your lanyard and you continued through to see brad just leaving the stage after his soundcheck. he saw you and instantly walked up to you and held your waist and said “hi babe” and gave you a quick peck on the lips. “hi baby, you’re already sweating” you laughed brushing his already damp hair. “it’s hot on stage!” he said in defense. “i know it is, i was just making an observation relax” you said kissing him again.

“i’m really happy you came tonight” he said with the happiest smile on his face.

“alright, you two enough. brad you need to change and drink some water before the show, you have a half hour alright.” his manager joe said interrupting brad and yourself.

You told brad you’d see him after the show and left him so he could get ready with the rest of the boys. he gave you another kiss before you left to go into the crowd from the side in the first row, getting away with it only because most of the fans knew you from Brad’s twitter and instagram.

The show went really well they performed a mixture of songs from the first album and the second, leaving the multitude of screaming girls in a frenzy by the end of the night. You snuck out of the crowd and went backstage after they left and came back for their encore so you could avoid the craziness that came with post-show crowds.

You met Brad backstage, greeted with a big (sweaty) hug. “Jesus, Bradley you feel like someone threw you in a river” you laughed. “Sorry babe, my bad” he said kissing you on the forehead. You and Brad eventually left the venue, and drove to the hotel after he said bye to the boys and threw on a new shirt.

The two of you arrived at the hotel, and you just needed to take a bath because you felt disgusting. “Hey brad I’m about to take a bath, you wanna come with” you said standing in the bathroom doorway.  he looked at you shocked “serious?”, and you responded with a simple nod. He rushed at this opportunity, and gave you a kiss before starting the bath. Now it wasn’t like you’ve never seen eachother naked, because there have been heated makeout sessions and whatnot in the past just not sex. so you both got undressed and got into the very spacious bathtub and started talking until brad made the first move and started kissing you. as you and brad started getting more into it, you felt his erection on your stomach making you giggle a little. “sorry baby, we can stop and go to bed if you want” he said knowing how you felt about sex in the past and not wanting to pressure you. “no, no, i want to” you said pressing yourself against him causing him to smile into your mouth. “in that case let’s take this to the bed babygirl.” he said getting up and hauling you over his shoulder making you giggle.

“dont you worry about a thing babygirl, ive got you” he said kissing your neck. then ending up on the insides of your thighs, causing you to gasp a little. He was your first, you were a virgin so this was a big step for you personally. His mouth was kissing up your thighs only making you want him directly in between your legs. He could see the eagerness in your eyes causing him to smile. His mouth made its way to your clit giving you an overwhelming sensation causing you to grip onto the sheets. As he went on, You felt yourself coming really close to your orgasm and then he stopped. You had a shocked look on your face causing brad to laugh a little. “Relax baby, i want you to cum when im inside you” he said kissing your lips softly, calming you down. “You’re sure that you’re ready?” He said sweetly, only making sure this is what you wanted. “Absolutely” you said pulling him closer to you, if that was physically possible.

At first it was slightly uncomfortable, but after getting past that you felt the closest you’ve ever felt. The pleasure was uncontrollable, moans were escaping your mouth without a second thought. Before you knew it you were at your climax again, only this time you knew he wasnt stopping. His hand reached down to your clit just making you reach your orgasm faster. When he pulled out he laid right beside you, kissing your temple.

“I love you so much, baby girl”  he said into your ear.

“I love you too, bradley. But can i put some clothes on” you said with a laugh.

“Course you can”

You threw on a tshirt and a pair of underwear, while brad put his boxers on.

Once you were in bed you laid on his chest and said “ brad that was amazing”, making brad chuckle a little. 

“Yes, babe it was amazing. Now why dont you sleep i know you’re as tired as i am” he said putting a peice of hair out of your face.

“goodnight bradley”

Spirit Board Pennywise x Reader fanfic

Hey! I just wanna say that this is my first time writing smut!!! :3 I wanted a challenge so here we are! This is the wildest thing Ive wrote so far! For Sewer santa! :3 Enjoy!

Warning!: NSFW

She knew not to do it, her friends all told her not to but honestly, what did they expect. Y/N had always had a morbid fascination with all things monstrous, undead and creepy. So, when she began having these dreams, feeling this…thing on her skin, waking up with scratches on her body, she just couldn’t damn help herself. She told herself that night before sleeping that if she seen it in her dreams that she would try to confront it. Lucid dreaming, she would call it. That way she could control this strange being and could finally get it to leave. Would it be that easy?

Her eyes felt heavy as she lay on the comfort of her bed, waiting and listening with steady breaths. Waiting to hear it…waiting to hear him. Colours and pictures began to dance around the black space in her mind and soon she was in a deep sleep.
Her dreams so far where pleasant, she was in what seemed to be an amusement park. It was bright with lots of people and kids smiling brightly. This place reminded her so much of childhood memories and she smiled to herself. Y/N began walking along, her steps light and vibrant. In the air, was the distinct smell of popcorn. God, she loved popcorn. Her mind got a little hazy as she thought about how much she wanted to taste that sweet, salty treat and a shiver ran through her body. Then all at once she felt this strange euphoria, her head getting light and that’s when she noticed it. Sitting alongside a popcorn cart was a bunch of red balloons. Y/N couldn’t put into words just how she felt upon seeing this odd sight, but it was something akin to dread and hopelessness. He was here.
The world around her crumbled to pieces, colours fading to a rusty orange and red. The most terrifying was the faces of all the people, twisting and turning, jaws hanging down and eye sockets now void of any eyeballs.
“You called for me, filthy human?”
His voice made her heart drop with fear but a heat pool in her stomach that she wasn’t aware of. Until now. He appeared to her, stepping out of the dark corner and honestly, she hadn’t expected the beast that had been haunting her to look like a clown. He towered above her easily, so fighting him wasn’t going to work.
“I…what? Who are you and why are you in every single one of my dreams? Also, the scratches…are they from you?”
The tall clown bent down almost menacingly. Y/Ns breathing started to hitch in her throat as he got uncomfortably close to her face.
“The saging of your house, the spirit board sessions? Silly little girl, don’t you remember? You mocked me, called me fake. Was I not real enough for you Y/N?”
Y/Ns eyes grow wide and she can feel the panic really settling in now.
“You …did a figure 8 on the board and that means…”
The giant clown lets out an earth shattering growl and his eyes turn a mixture of yellow and blood red.
“Something demonic, my dear?”
The air around Y/N seems to take a massive dip in temperature and chills run all over her body. Her mind is going crazy and she’s willing herself to wake up, unsure how this would play out. The clown can see the panic on her face and laughs deviously.
“Stupid human, you shouldn’t try and tame what you can’t handle”.
Y/N grimaces as his gloved hand moves to cup her cheek slowly and she visibly stiffens under the new touch and tries to pull away.
“Now, now my pet…is that any way to treat Pennywise?” After putting so much effort into calling out for me…I promise Ill make it worth your time.”
He growls, and something bubbles under Y/Ns skin that she’s unsure of. A morbid curiosity. She dares ask the question that will probably get her killed but she can’t help it. Evil demonic beast or not…she’s so fucking drawn to him, like he’s put her under an ancient spell.
That’s all it takes for it to end. Y/N is somehow lying back in her warm bed, covers wrapped tightly around her. She sits up rubbing her eyes and trying to calm the thudding of her heart. Its then that she notices it, the pool underneath her body and the wetness of her panties.
Even just moving her thighs its pretty clear of her arousal and she squeezes them together causing her to moan in delight. A growl fills up the room causing Y/N to squeak and wrap the covers around herself.
“Filthy human…little pussy of yours already worked up for me.”
Pennywise slowly emerges from the shadows of her room, taking two long strides towards her bed. Y/N could feel his yellow eyes boring into her soul.
“Y-your real?! How the fuck, get away from me!”
Y/Ns practically screaming, backing up against the wall where her bed was. Fear was prickling all over her skin, but her body was telling her a different story. Her lady parts were aching to be touched and pleasured in the most diabolical ways.
“Why do I feel like this? Are you- “
Pennywise stopped her mid-sentence, grabbing onto her arm, closing the space between them.
“What’s wrong…I thought you liked playing around with demons?”
The clown grins devilishly, slowly pulling her down to him. Y/N allows herself to be brought closer to him, feeling hypnotized.
“I-I’ve always been fascinated by things like demons…”
She doesn’t know why, its completely insane but she allows the clown to wrap his long arms around her torso and pull her down to sit on his lap.
“Well, perhaps you need a demon to fuck that pretty pussy of yours…”
With those words, Y/N is gone. Its way too late for her to save herself and she lets out a low moan, curling her toes. She begins grinding into his already hardening member, a crimson blush staining her cheeks. His large, gloved hands seem to make their way round to her ass, grabbing hold of it and squeezing hard. Y/N almost melts into the touch, letting out a sigh. It had been a while since she’d been as turned on as this and even longer since she had been touched. To say she needed this was an understatement.
“C-Can I kiss you?”
Y/N asks nervously, trying to close the space between them. Pennywise stops for a moment, then smirks before moving one hand from her ass up to her face. He gently lifts her chin with his thumb, guiding her face up to his.
“Kitten, for this one night…I’m all yours.”
He purrs softly against her ear and crashes his lips onto hers. Y/N doesn’t expect the softness or sweet taste of his lips and she can’t get enough. She kisses him back, moaning into his mouth with fervour. Then she feels the slip of his long tongue in her mouth, exploring every inch of her and she messages his tongue with her own. Soon it becomes a battle for dominance and Y/N is more than willing to let Pennywise take full control of her mouth. She can’t help herself and as her hands move to tangle in his bright orange hair he purrs. A sound that sends pleasure straight to Y/Ns trembling lady parts. Pennywise pulls away from her, smirking at her lustful expression as he slowly pulls her pyjama t-shirt up over her head exposing her full breasts to him completely. Y/N bites her lip, the cold air and her arousal making her nipples harden. As if he can feel her anticipation his hands travel up to her bare chest, cupping her breasts then giving them a playful squeeze. She whimpers in delight at his touch and presses her breasts further into his large gloved hands.
“M-more, please, touch me everywhere…”
Her words only make the clown more eager.
“Oh, what’s that? You want more? Dirty little girl.”
Pennywise then flicks one of his fingers over her nipples in a tantalizingly painful way that makes Y/N want to scream in ecstasy. Then his hands are replaced by his long hot tongue, running circles over one nipple then on to the next one. Y/N jolts with each lick which only makes her grind her aching cunt harder on the clown’s hard cock.
“F-Fuck Pennywise…”
The words just seem to tumble out of her mouth and they seem so foreign and strange, but she absolutely loves it at the same time. Y/N never thought fucking a demon would feel this good. “Yes, my pet, call my name. You want Pennywise’s cock in that wet little cunt of yours?”
Y/N purrs and her head feels dizzy and light, but her body is overflowing with heat and lust. Pennywise’s hands slide down her sides and under the hem of her shorts.
“Is this what you want, huh?”
The smirk never leaves his red lips as his fingers slip under her panties and he runs a slender finger over her sensitive clit. Y/N immediately sees stars and she must physically stop herself from fucking his finger then and there. In slow tantalizing motions, he runs his finger over the bundle of nerves and she moans, curling her toes. In a swift motion he’s pressed her into the soft sheets of the bed, pulling her shorts off, his tall form towering over her. Sharp black claws shred apart his gloves and Y/N gasps as he brings a claw to her pussy. Pennywise brings his head down low and sniffs the air around her womanhood before slashing her panties to pieces.  She could swear that she saw his eyes glow blood red for a second, as he displayed his sharp teeth, saliva hungrily dripping from them. A long black tongue appears from his mouth and he moves his head back down to slowly lick at Y/Ns already drenched folds.
“Gonna fuck you with my tongue, taste every inch of you.”                        
Moans tumble out of her mouth, eyes closed tightly, and she feels his tongue slip inside of her. The clowns tongue is long enough that it reaches her special spot almost instantly.
“Oh my god, Penny!!”
She’s verging on screaming now, as he licks and toys with her sweet spot bringing her close to release.
“No no pet, the best is yet to come”
He purrs, the vibrations hitting the nerves of Y/Ns clit, making her shiver.
“I-I want you, I want to feel you filling me up.”
Pennywise immediately stops, pulls his tongue out and looks up at her with his glowing yellow eyes.
“Little slut…you want Penny’s demonic cock? You want my seed filling you up? I will make you scream, I’ll fuck you so hard that all you will ever think about ever again is how you live and breathe for my cock!”
Pennywise roars and for a minute Y/N thinks that he might kill her.
“Open wide, kitten.”
Pennywise pulls down his puffy pantaloons and allows his monster appendage to spring up to life. Y/N marvels at it, she’s never seen anything quite like this before and if she felt like guys her age where unequipped before…she certainly knew it now. It was long, black and thick with red tints throughout. Y/N thought it looked almost like a tentacle and at the base where what looked like lots of tiny rows of teeth. Fuck. She bit her lip in anticipation, knowing full well that she was going to have the best orgasm of her life! He began to stroke it with slow movements and Y/N noted how it seemed to be already slick with precum.
“Please Penny…”
Y/N moaned as she arched her back up and opened her legs to expose her quivering pussy.
Pennywise smirked devilishly, yellow eyes shinning with delight.
“What do you want, my pet?”
He purred, voice like sweet honey.
Y/N felt the heat rise in her cheeks and looked away.
“Fuck me Pennywise, fuck me till I can’t walk!”
The clown let out a guttural roar and next thing Y/N was pinned down, large clawed hands holding her arms above her head as she felt his thick cock push inside her.
“Ah, oh my god!” She screamed, unable to hold back any longer. The feeling of him completely filling her up, pressing against her tight walls was complete ecstasy. Pennywise began pumping in and out in slow rhythm at first, hitting that magical spot head on each time.
“Good little kitten, so tight for Pennywise.”
He purred softly into her ear and she was already feeling so damn close to cumming. His pumping began to get faster and Y/N began clawing at his back, almost tearing through the fabric. Her legs hooked around his large body and her head was tipped up as he growled and his thrusts where becoming more frantic. That’s when Y/N felt herself go over the edge and she saw stars.
“Oh, fuck Penny, I’m coming!”

As he felt her walls close around his cock and watched her ride out her wave he also joined her in cumming, his seed filling her up to the brim. Pennywise roared, a sound that terrified Y/N and she honestly though in the moment he had changed his mind and was going to kill her. However, the thought disappeared after he looked up at her with baby blue eyes and an adorable smile. He gently pulled out of her, her pussy leaking a little with his seed.
“Um, so sex with a demonic spirit has actually been one of my best…”
Y/N said, laughing awkwardly, not knowing what do to next. It honestly took her by complete surprise when Pennywise crawled over to her, wrapped his big arms around her and began cuddling and nuzzling her neck. This was new. He began purring softly to himself and Y/N couldn’t help herself. She ran her hands through his messy red hair and sighed, pulling blankets over the both of them.
“I need to play with spirit boards more often.”            


prince!wonwoo (here)
prince!mingyu (here)
prince!jeonghan (here)
prince!joshua (here)

  • overwhelmingly involved with every aspect of the country that he’s allowed to be involved in, like he’s the prince but it’s rumored he does even more work than the king himself 
  • according to the house staff, he stays up till ungodly hours sketching up plans and reading through research and files and letters and even when he’s trying to calculate amounts of money spent on this or that the servants will be like “we can let someone else handle that young prince!!” but he refuses to let anyone else do it. he feels like its his sense of duty to know everything he can about his country in order to better it
  • he’s brash and straightforward, which can come of rude so a lot of people respect him but also fear him
  • he’s always telling the king not to listen to his head advisor, to listen to him instead and everyones like …he’s just a kid he knows nothing….but prince!woozi is present at every royal council meeting and is always slamming down the other people who give false info/try to make a quick buck off the backs of the hardworking citizens like prince!woozi does NOT stand for taking the easy road
  • whenever he goes into two people regard him with extreme politeness and even sometimes cower in his presence which actually kind of hurts him because he doesn’t want them to be scared, but it’s better for him to keep a straight face because at least then people will start taking him seriously 
  • wears mostly suits, doesn’t like wearing his crown because he doesn’t believe he’s earned it yet, also …. suspenders;
  • see you’ve known the prince since you were young because you’re the child of one of the wealthy merchants on the royal council and you’ve absolutely loathed him since forever because you think he’s snobbish and keeps sticking his nose into royal affairs and even if he’s the prince?? like why does he think he can speak over your father at the board meetings?? (but uve only ever heard of him,, never seen him b4) 
  • so oneday theres are big get togethers and the council is to bring their family so everyone is there and the kids are forced to be in the same room and thats when u see the prince for the first time…
  • and tbh you’re already rolling your eyes at him walking around and trying to talk big about what he claims is best for the country and he finally sees u and is  like “did you roll your eyes at me?” and you’re like “my father told me you have no clue what you’re talking about” and you two get into a heated debate over like ?? the countries politics and it gets to a point where everyones watching and like a close friend of yours by the name of hoshi whose also the child of someone on the council runs over and pulls you and woozi apart
  • hoshi’s like!!!! he’s the prince, just let him do his thing and you’re like !!! he thinks he’s ALL that like does he even do his research??? 
  • and hoshi’s whose also good friends with the prince is like yeah he does,,,and ur free to disagree with him but dont cause a scene !!
  • you look over and prince!woozi is still looking at you with narrowed eyes and you’re like “it’s unfair that just because he’s the prince I have to watch what i say around him” and hoshi just sighs like listen
  • but its too late prince!woozi is back over to you like “it’s not because im the prince it’s because im righ-” and you’re like “oh really??? source?? and you two just argue the rest of the night and hoshi sighs and gives up like oh my god these 2 are 2 headstrong for me
  • you leave that party just gushing over how much of a showoff you think the prince is but ur like w/e at least i dont have to see him anymore like he’s a littLE cuter then u expected but that doesnt mean anything and i totally didnt just say that whatever he’s ………….dum …….b 
  • but a week later youre hanging out with hoshi before like piano lessons and hoshi’s like “the prince told me he wants to see you again” and youre like wHAT and hoshi’s like “yeah i saw him out in the town buying more books or something he said he wants to talk to you about what happened and that you should go up to the castle at some point” and ur like “hoshi, dont play pranks on me” but hoshi just shrugs and pulls out this fancy letter looking thing and he’s like “here the prince said you have to use this to get in” and you’re like oh my god this is for real
  • so you think about going but youre like we’re just gonna fight???? right??? so you’re like nvm……but then your father comes home from a council meeting and is like “the prince requested you see him. you have to go”
  • and so you end up in the royal library standing beside the prince and u have ur arms crossed and prince!woozi is like “listen..” and youre like “can you hurry up??? i have places to be??” and he’s like “DO YOU ThINk I WANNA DO THIS TOO???” and you’re like “YOU INVITED ME!!!” and hes like “BECAUSE HOSHI SAID YOU WANTED TO COME AND APOLOGIZE” and youre like WHy WouLD I EVBER waNT TO APOLOGIZE  2 U and once again you two end up yelling at each other and at some point neither of you is saying anything
  • and prince!woozi is running his fingers through his hair and your like out of breath from yelling and you’re both red in the face and once you make eye contact youre just like
  • oh no wait
  • why does he look so good
  • oh my god his hair is messy because he kept slicking it back…
  • and you’re just like NO!!!DONT THINKTHAT!!!! but your heart is beating and your face isn’t red from just yelling anymore and the prince is just fixated on you and suddenly idk how you two are just getting closer and closer and you dont notice but prince!woozi is just as nervous he keeps swallowing and biting back his lip but you guys are like inches apart and oh god you’re about to kiss the annoying prince 
  • BUT a servant accidentally slams the door open with a tray full of sweets and you and woozi jump apart and the servant apologizes before leaving the food and you and the prince CANNOT EVEN LOOK AT EACH OTHER
  • like how the heck did u two go from arguing to almost making out and honestly youre like i gtg and he’s like not even responding he’s just like frozen and u run the heck out of there
  • a couple days later u see hoshi again for piano lessons and u almost like strangle him for pulling that prank on u and hoshi’s like listen!! ive known the prince since i was young too and he’s not bad,,, u guys have a lot in common and ur like oh really like whAT?? and hoshi’s like “did u know that he composes?? he sings??? he writes songs and loves music like you!! he’s also stubborn but like he wants the best for people like YOU and get this: i heard him call u cute at one point JUST SAYIN” and ur like…………..hoshi…………stop…..and hoshi’s like “nah i promise on my life this time!!”
  • and tbh you cant stop thinking about the prince and ur so upset because u dont know what to think of him like sure he keeps cutting ur dad off at the council meetings but when u sit down and think about it….like his points make sense and u didnt know he made music….that sounds nice…..and yeah he is CUTE TOO IN HIS SUITS AND UR JUST LIKE i cant believe im falling 4 this ….. prince…… 
  • BUT lil did u know woozi is also in turmoil like?? i fought with them and argued but also theyre so ??? attractive and he just ends up calling hoshi for help 
  • you also at some point ask hoshi for help and hoshi is just like THIS IS PERFECT
  • and so hoshi, being the great matchmaker he is, somehow gets u back into the palace probably like u came with ur dad for a council meeting and u see the prince and ur like……………..
  • and prince!woozi is also like …………
  • but u two cant just be like that so finally u go over and ur like “um….” and he’s like “….im not as bad as you think like we just fight all the time but….” and ur like “i know…hoshi told me u even like music like me which is cool…” and his eyes light up and ur like ? and he’s like “i love music, but there are more important things like economy to focus on so…..” and u notice for the first time how weak his voice gets and ur like….
  • what if he’s just a kid who never got to pursue what he really loved because he felt so committed to his country?? and suddenly u feel bad and ur like “if u want…u can come to me and hoshi’s piano lessons…i mean ur the prince so u could probably hire someone better t oteach you but-”
  • but he’s like “really? id love to….i….have composed some songs over the years i wonder if we could play them..” and ur like ….omg sure id love to hear them
  • and u two smile at each other for the first time and then turn away blushing like crazy because oh god that was so cheesy god g OD
  • before he goes into the council meeting, prince!woozi turns to you and sorta goes “ur not so bad…you know?” and ur like “HEY im the one whose supposed to say that!!!” and u two laugh
  • somewhere hoshi is just sitting with a grin on his face like “ah, another perfect couple matched!” idk but imagine hoshi is like a magical matchmaker in this au to he hooked u up with a prince good shit amiright 
  • (bonus: prince!woozi starts composing a song about u in secret hehe) 
Action!{FINAL}{Lance x YouTuber!Reader}

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   Summary: Being a YouTube guru is hard enough without the added stress of living with Lance McClain, the man who insists on bombarding into every YouTube video you try to film. His viewers love him, and so do you.

  Pairing: Lance McClain x Youtuber!Reader

  Notes: p1p2p3 p4p5p6 ; well here it is guys - the final! i really just wana say a massive thank you to everyone who has read this series and sent me feedback. the outpour of positive messages that this message brought was overwhelming and i don’t think i’ve ever felt so proud of my own writing before. that’s all on you guys. you guys made me feel like my writing was actually doing something, and that is an indescribable feeling. i love you all, and i hope you can look back on this series one day and smile. i know i will. thank you for reading and enduring all this angst with me x

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Arya was always meant to be a Water Dancer. That was always her path. 

DredgenWard posited a great theory/argument that could be revealed in the upcoming episode.

I’ve always had a problem with the way the Faceless Men seemed to reward Arya for failing to follow orders by advancing her to the next stages of training. It wasn’t until the other day when I rewatched S6E06 “Blood of my Blood” that Arya never stopped her water dancing lessons with Syrio Forel/Jaqen H'ghar, and just completed her final test.

“Just so. Opening your eyes is all that is needing. The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in that way knowing the truth.”

“Just so,” said Arya, grinning. (Arya IV AGOT)

This is a water dancer’s greatest tool, but also the hardest to learn to use. Arya’s blindness allowed her to learn how to uses these physical senses to understand the world around her. The montage with the Waif fighting Arya in the show was a good depiction of Arya learning to use her senses to compensate for the lack of sight, but Blind Beth in ADWD also provides an example of the way Arya has begun to use all of her senses together to make sense of her world.

The blind girl rolled onto her side, sat up, sprang to her feet, stretched. Her bed was a rag-stuffed mattress on a shelf of cold stone, and she was always stiff and tight when she awakened. She padded to her basin on small, bare, callused feet, silent as a shadow, splashed cool water on her face, patted herself dry. Ser Gregor, she thought. Dunsen, Raff the Sweetling. Ser Ilyn, Ser Meryn, Queen Cersei. Her morning prayer. Or was it? No, she thought, not mine. I am no one. That is the night wolf’s prayer. Someday she will find them, hunt them, smell their fear, taste their blood. Someday.

She found her smallclothes in a pile, sniffed at them to make sure they were fresh enough to wear, donned them in her darkness. Her servant’s garb was where she’d hung it—a long tunic of undyed wool, roughspun and scratchy. She snapped it out and pulled it down over her head with one smooth practiced motion. Socks came last. One black, one white. The black one had stitching round the top, the white none; she could feel which was which, make sure she got each sock on the right leg. Skinny as they were, her legs were strong and springy and growing longer every day. She was glad of that. A water dancer needs good legs. Blind Beth was no water dancer, but she would not be Beth forever. (The Blind Girl, ADWD).

The purpose of training potential water dancers in the guise of the Faceless Men is to find out if the student’s personal identity is strong enough to keep true to who you are despite what face you’re wearing and who you’re pretending to be. The result of each of Arya’s attempts to become “no one”, is an even deeper connection to her true identity.

Winterfell, she might have said. I smell snow and smoke and pine needles. I smell the stables. I smell Hodor laughing, and Jon and Robb battling in the yard, and Sansa singing about some stupid lady fair. I smell the crypts where the stone kings sit, I smell hot bread baking, I smell the godswood. I smell my wolf, I smell her fur, almost as if she were still beside me. “I don’t smell anything,” she said, to see what he would say.

“You lie,” he said, “but you may keep your secrets if you wish, Arya of House Stark.” He only called her that when she displeased him. “You know that you may leave this place. You are not one of us, not yet. You may go home anytime you wish.”

“You told me that if I left, I couldn’t come back.”

“Just so.”

Those words made her sad. Syrio used to say that too, Arya remembered. He said it all the time. Syrio Forel had taught her needlework and died for her. “I don’t want to leave.”

Arya believes she needs to become “no one” to become a Faceless Man, but what she doesn’t realize is the Faceless Men are called “no one” because they are the dead bodies whose faces are added to the Hall. Her teacher is displeased because Arya refuses to say what what she’s thinking instead of what she thinks he wants her to say.

“Watching is not seeing, dead girl. The water dancer sees. Come, put down the sword, it is time for listening now.”

She followed him over to the wall, where he settled onto a bench. “Syrio Forel was first sword to the Sealord of Braavos, and are you knowing how that came to pass?”

“You were the finest swordsman in the city.”

“Just so, but why? Other men were stronger, faster, younger, why was Syrio Forel the best? I will tell you now.” He touched the tip of his little finger lightly to his eyelid. “The seeing, the true seeing, that is the heart of it.

"Hear me. The ships of Braavos sail as far as the winds blow, to lands strange and wonderful, and when they return their captains fetch queer animals to the Sealord’s menagerie. Such animals as you have never seen, striped horses, great spotted things with necks as long as stilts, hairy mouse-pigs as big as cows, stinging manticores, tigers that carry their cubs in a pouch, terrible walking lizards with scythes for claws. Syrio Forel has seen these things.

"On the day I am speaking of, the first sword was newly dead, and the Sealord sent for me. Many bravos had come to him, and as many had been sent away, none could say why. When I came into his presence, he was seated, and in his lap was a fat yellow cat. He told me that one of his captains had brought the beast to him, from an island beyond the sunrise. ‘Have you ever seen her like?’ he asked of me.

"And to him I said, 'Each night in the alleys of Braavos I see a thousand like him,’ and the Sealord laughed, and that day I was named the first sword.”

Arya screwed up her face. “I don’t understand.”

Syrio clicked his teeth together. “The cat was an ordinary cat, no more. The others expected a fabulous beast, so that is what they saw. How large it was, they said. It was no larger than any other cat, only fat from indolence, for the Sealord fed it from his own table. What curious small ears, they said. Its ears had been chewed away in kitten fights. And it was plainly a tomcat, yet the Sealord said 'her,’ and that is what the others saw. Are you hearing?”

Arya thought about it. “You saw what was there.”

“Just so. Opening your eyes is all that is needing. The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. Look with your eyes. Hear with your ears. Taste with your mouth. Smell with your nose. Feel with your skin. Then comes the thinking, afterward, and in that way knowing the truth.”

“Just so,” said Arya, grinning. (Arya IV, AGOT)

When Arya goes to see the play to kill Lady Crane, she is up close to where Cersei’s monologue lamenting the death of Joffery takes place. Just off stage, the other actress that paid to have Lady Crane killed is mouthing the causing Ayra to start thinking about her own reasons behind wanting Cersei dead.

After the play Arya runs into Lady Crane ends up asking Arya how she would change the part where Cersei reacts to Joffery’s death. Arya’s answer make her understand that she has experienced the same loss and pain that Cersei did. Her final lesson from Syrio is showing mercy to those who have already suffered enough for what they’ve done. The important truth Arya figures out was even the ones we hate still suffer the same way we do, and taking a life is just as important as know when to grant mercy.

This will give Arya the water magic to change her face at will without the need of a mask, and she will kill the Waif before stepping onto a ship to Westeros.

Syrio sets up Arya being a futre sword of Braavos the first time we meet him in A Game of Thrones too.

“Boy, girl,” Syrio Forel said. “You are a sword, that is all.” He clicked his teeth together. “Just so, that is the grip. You are not holding a battle-axe, you are holding a—”

“—needle,” Arya finished for him, fiercely.

“Just so. Now we will begin the dance. Remember, child, this is not the iron dance of Westeros we are learning, the knight’s dance, hacking and hammering, no. This is the bravo’s dance, the water dance, swift and sudden. All men are made of water, do you know this? When you pierce them, the water leaks out and they die.” He took a step backward, raised his own wooden blade. “Now you will try to strike me.” (Arya II, AGOT)

Another interesting reference:

Arya lowered the splintery point toward the ground. “How did you know I was here?”

“A man sees. A man hears. A man knows.”

She regarded him suspiciously. Had the gods sent him? “How’d you make the dog kill Weese? Did you call Rorge and Biter up from hell? Is Jaqen H'ghar your true name?”

“Some men have many names. Weasel. Arry. Arya.”

She backed away from him, until she was pressed against the heart tree. “Did Gendry tell?”

“A man knows,” he said again. “My lady of Stark.”

Syrio Forel’s wooden sword is splintered in two when Arya last saw him, and now Arya has a wooden sword with a splintery point, she lowers it to the ground after seeing Jaqen like the broken piece that fell from Syrio’s wooden sword. (similar to the piece missing on the Titan of Braavos statue “Arya” was staring at in the last episode).

Jaqen H'ghar is from Lorath as such, he always refers to himself in 3rd person.

The only time he refers to himself in the first person is when he uses a first person possessive pronoun expressing a personal connection to Arya.

“My lady of Stark.”

katsudeku: the way they look at each other

i’ve always loved the way bakugou and midoriya looked at each other. the different looks they give the other and the way it changes and stays, it’s all too expressive and beautiful.

midoriya has always looked up to bakugou, even when he’s been treated like shit and was called names by him, midoriya’s administration for bakugou will never fall or waver. midoriya would hate him just the same, but his eyes will always look at bakugou with that sparkle as if he was looking at someone strong and worth looking up to.

bakugou’s always had something in him that’s been able to get people’s
attention, may it be his powerful quirk or his explosive behavior, he is able to turn heads and make a reputation for himself. midoriya is no exception, we’ve seen him tag along with bakugou’s antics even at a young age and we’ve see the way he’s eyes just lights up whenever he sees bakugou using his quirk and the way he clings on to something bakugou said or did. bakugou was someone midoriya aspired to become, a world he wanted to reach and be part of.

midoriya is always looking at bakugou, it’s not exactly the truth nor is it a figure of speech. he has and still is looking at the infamous blonde, keeping track of his quirk’s abilities and taking notes of the blonde’s powerful attacks for his journal. Its not really what you would call an obsession or stalking but more like midoriya sees the potential and the power within bakugou and couldnt look away or ignore it, he loves heroes and its a hobby of his to collect information about them and make notes of it, and to him bakugou is a hero, he’s something worth surpassing.

midoriya doesn’t just look at bakugou with admiration, he looks at him as though he’s looking at a friend and someone worth protecting. he has shown great concern towards him in more ways than one and still continues to do so. he worries about him and his well being (the dejected look on midoriya’s face when bakugou got kidnapped was heart breaking), he may show dislike towards bakugou’s actions, but midoriya never hates bakugou as a person.

bakugou has always looked down on midoriya, he doesn’t care for him nor does he see midoriya’s worth. bakugou has considered midoriya as someone below him, a pebble in his life that he’s stepped on and left long ago. he has no reason to believe that midoriya is anything less than that of a deku, he is useless, he has nothing to offer to cause admiration or attention.

yet midoriya’s never given up on anything, not his dream and not his quirk. he’s always pushed himself to the limit and beyond. he doesn’t let degrading or harmful words and name calling get to him, he has always looked at tomorrow with a positive out look. throughout his life, people have doubted and bullied him, bakugou is no exception. we’ve seen bakugou start most of the name calling towards midoriya, not once has bakugou ever looked at the other with anything but disgust and indifference.

bakugou has always looked at midoriya with hatred and disdain. to bakugou, midoriya was uninteresting, useless, quirkless, weak. but there was always something more to that, a deeper reason for him to look at midoriya with such eyes, it was like seeing a wild animal being provoked, it was as if he’s being cornered. but why is that?

at a young age, bakugou was already a head full of pride and self confidence. growing up, he had a goal in mind and just like midoriya, he would stop at nothing to get there. he had a dream he wanted to make a reality and a plan to achieve it, however hard it maybe he was prepared to win at all costs and beat anyone standing in his way, but what he did not anticipate was midoriya becoming a difficult hurdle in his way.

midoriya, to bakugou, was supposed to be usless, weak. he had no quirk, he was nothing, he was useless, yet why doesn’t he ever give up? despite knowing his quirklessness, midoriya still chose to stay positive and continue to strive harder towards his dream, and that angers bakugou. it frustrates him, to the point wherein he’d loose himself to anger and just take it all out on midoriya. he’s scared, because midoriya (despite being useless) has managed to get himself to UA, has gotten himself a quirk just as powerful as his, and is able to predict and use his quirk in developing his own. midoriya isn’t useless anymore, and that frustrates bakugou. because the person he used to look down on is not slowly, but surely, starting to be his equal.

bakugou used to look down on midoriya, but now, he’s confused, but more than that, he’s embarrassed. seeing midoriya and everyone’s quirk and capabity opened his eyes, he isn’t as great and amazing as he made himself out to be, it’s a huge slap on his face, and midoriya opened his eyes to that. in order to achieve his goal, he needs to work harder and he stopped underestimating midoriya after that.

during the last chapters, bakugou has shown a softer side of himself, he has shown his capacity to feel things other than pride and self boasting, he has shown care and worry and ive seen him look at midoriya that way more than once. he may not have voiced it out but whenever midoriya does something risky and dangerous, he doesn’t ignore it, bakugou shows concern and worry in his expression.

their faces are just so expressive, it fascinates me. they have so much potential and the development they were given just speaks volumes to me. they’re polar opposites, yet they’re so alike. they continue to affect each other in ways that has help develop their quirks and change their character and the looks they’ve been giving towards each other is proof of that.

the manga has given us these beautiful developments in a short period of chapters, and the fact that katsudeku has so much potential to be more than the rival pair is what excites me. they’re both interesting characters and despite the obvious tension between them, they were able to work together and inspire the other one way to change.

there is an obvious rift between their friendship and i’d love to see them try to change and fix it. and they are, they’re getting there, slowly but surely. their childhood was a rough start when bakugou just did whatever he wanted and midoriya just followed behind him, but this time it’s different, midoriya isn’t following behind anymore, he’s slowly able to walk besides bakugou. and i can’t wait for the day where bakugou accpets it and lets midoriya walk besides him.

Bestfriend Benefits [2]

Word count: 1.6k
Warning: sexual implications, warren still has a daddy kink
A/N: Im so overwhelmed by the positive feedback from Part One of “Bestfriend Benefits”; thank you guys so much for everything please keep sending me feedback because Im not sure if I like this part and it helps me stay inspired

“That was smooth as hell but we aren’t done yet. There is no way I would ever call you daddy.”
The car stopped as Warren suddenly turned to you; his eyes dark and mischievous as he leant over in his seat. Your faces were mere inches away, his hands grazing over your bare thigh as your cheeks flushed a bright pink.
“Oh baby girl we will see about that…”

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Good Enough (16)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part ninepart ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen;part eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty two; part twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

You woke up with the worst headache ever, searching for something to throw up into.

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