i know i used these caps before but i had no internet ok

take this burden - part 22

Jian Yi and Zhengxi.

[ leave a trace - CHVRCHES ]

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Jian Yi liked to think about their first time.

Zhengxi did too.

But they rarely talked about it.

Jian Yi had spent so many years desperately wanting his best friend.

Not just sexually, necessarily.

He just…wanted him.

After awhile, being friends wasn’t enough.

And, after a while, after being turned down so very many times- it was time to move on.

No one but Jian Yi knows the extent of the…troubles he had with his first boyfriend.

Not even Zhengxi.

But he knew enough to understand why Jian Yi was so immediately protective of Mo Guan Shan.

Zhengxi came to feel the same way almost immediately.

When Jian Yi was 17 years old he met a man that seemed to be pretty decent boyfriend material.

People like that often do.

He realized he was wrong quickly, swallowed his pride and told Zhengxi.

The next day he chose to bail his best friend out of jail and didn’t bother to visit the other man in the hospital.

Having had plenty of time alone with nothing to do but think, the first thing Zhengxi did when they stepped back into the sunshine was embrace Jian Yi.

The first thing he said was ‘I’m sorry.’

The second thing he did was hold Jian Yi’s face in his hands and kiss him until a police officer told them to clear out.

The second thing he said was ‘I love you.’

Things moved slowly between them.

Agonizingly slowly.

He Tian thought he was suffering on day four.
Oh, please.

It took the two of them a year.

It was an agreement they’d made.

Jian Yi was terrified that Zhengxi was doing this out of guilt, or just to make him happy.

Zhengxi couldn’t stand the thought of irrevocably destroying their friendship, or push him too far too fast.

It was all hand holding and relatively innocent kisses for the first little while.

That graduated to small displays of public affection and a bit more contact.

They’d both taken to masturbating before meeting up.

Four months passed at a snail’s pace.

They’d moved on to careful hand jobs.

Six months in they moved in together, staying in separate rooms.

Eight progressively painful months passed.

They got very, very, drunk and Jian Yi gave Zhengxi a sloppy blowjob.

Zhengxi lasted all of four seconds.

Ten months, Jian Yi convinced (begged) him to finger him.

By the time the slowest year the world had ever seen was over, they’d both reached a level of desperation akin to insanity.

12 months doesn’t sound too bad, right?

52 weeks?

365 days?

8,760 hours?

525,600 minutes?

31,536,000 seconds?!

It was torture.

They planned to make an evening if it.

Zhengxi had the day off work.

He made all of Jian Yi’s favorite foods, picked out some romantic music.

He’d even lit candles.

He made sure they had plenty of lube and condoms.

He even got everything together for a bubble bath after it was all over.

Jian Yi came home from work, kicked his boots off and closed himself in the bathroom.

Before Zhengxi could process this fully, Jian Yi was back, stark naked, drying his hair.

He dropped the towel and made a beeline for Zhengxi.

He grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the living room.

‘What are you-’

‘Take your clothes off.’ Jian Yi demanded.

Even when he tried to argue that the food would get cold he had already started undressing.

When he was done, Jian Yi shoved him onto the couch and straddled his lap and kissed him deeply.

Jian Yi kissed down his jaw, sucking gently at the side of his neck, gently running his tongue over the sharp collarbone.

‘Jian Yi, I…’ he gestured towards the rapidly cooling food on the table half heartedly.

‘I can see that. Thank you. But as of right now, I’ve waited years to feel you inside me and I refuse to wait a fucking second longer.

‘G-give me the lube, I’ll get you ready.’ Zhengxi whispered, holding his hand out for the small bottle in the other man’s hand.

Jian Yi shook his head.

‘Took care of it in the shower.’ He explained, popping the cap open to pour a liberal amount into his palm before reaching down and spreading it over Zhengxi’s, already painful, erection.

He wasted no time sitting up on his knees, lining them up, and sinking down on him one inch at a time.

The wet, hot, pressure that engulfed him was so overwhelming he thought he was going to black out.

He didn’t take his eyes off Jian Yi’s face for a second.

The pain he tried to hide was heartbreaking but he clearly had prepared himself.

Before Zhengxi could tell him to take it slow, he had taken it all in.

Zhengxi stroked his back as he took several deep breaths.

Very slowly, the muscles around him began to relax.

Jian Yi lifted himself up on shaking arms before sinking down again.

‘Jian Yi, oh my god.’ Zhengxi’s voice was rough and strained.

He did it three more times.

Zhengxi shook with the effort of not flipping them over and fucking him the way he imagined several times a day.

Stay still.

Let him get used to it.

‘Ok.’ Jian Yi whispered.

‘I’m ready.’

‘What…what should I do?’ Zhengxi asked lamely.

Thankfully, Jian Yi understood.

‘I want you on top.’

They carefully maneuvered themselves so Jian Yi was flat on his back, Zhengxi between his legs.

‘Are you ready?’

Jian Yi nodded, skin bright red from the roots of his hair to the head of his cock.

‘I’ve been waiting for a very, very, long time to say this.’ Jian Yi informed him quietly, pulling the other man down by the back of his neck.

‘Fuck me, Zhengxi.’

He did not need to be asked twice.
As gently as he could, he began to move
his hips.

Jian Yi wrapped a leg around his waist, tilting his hips up with a soft, contented, sigh.

After several whispered pleas, Jian Yi froze, catching his attention.

‘Zhengxi. Fuck. me. harder.’ He growled, sending shivers down Zhengxi’s spine.

When you think of someone, there’s always a few pictures that pop into your head.

Images of them burned into your memory.

Maybe they were laughing, or smiling, or doing something stupid.

There’s always a picture or two that stick.

Months before that memorable night, Zhengxi had been experimenting.

Using instructions from the internet, (where all the most reliable instructions come from) he’d found his prostate.

It had been an uncommonly difficult feat and he didn’t do it often because the angle killed his shoulder, but he when he did it was more than a noteworthy experience.

Trying to use his vague knowledge to find Jian Yi’s was awkward and likely confusing, but the look on Jian Yi’s face.

The utter shock as his back arched and fingernails dug into Zhengxi’s shoulders as he came…

That was rarely far from his mind.

Zhengxi didn’t last much longer.

They cleaned up.

The atmosphere in the room was different than it had ever been.

The tension had eased.

The elephant in the room had found someone new to frustrate.

They ate dinner, talked about their respective days, washed dishes together, and made their way back to the bedroom.

There was no uncertainty this time.

No doubts or fear that either one of them didn’t want it.

Zhengxi spoiled Jian Yi just as he’d always imagined.

He held him closely as he fingered him for god knows how long, teaching them both about Jian Yi and.

He swallowed his embarrassment, starting with tiny licks and kisses around that tight, twitching, ring of muscle, and ended with his Zhengxi fucking his boyfriend with his tongue until he begged for his cock.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms only when the sun began to rise, grateful they’d taken the next day off work.

Overheard- Kasperi Kapanen

Originally posted by koilers

You guys are going to be so excited. Wanna know why? I have THREE imagines written! I didn’t have internet this weekend so I did a lot of writing! All that’s left is editing and making sure they fit the prompts that I thought I remembered! There will only be one a day until I can get back into a rhythm ok? Cool! This one’s a smut! So… for those staying: enjoy! For those skipping: tomorrow will be Adam McQuaid!

Warning: sex, smut, smexy time, cussing

Anon Request: Can you do a dirty Kasperi Kapanen smut where you two are celebrating his 3 goals recently and the other maple leafs roookies over hear or walk in on you two but Kappy doesn’t stop but continues with we’re doing

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Dropping Gloves...in the Name of Festive Fashion

It’s probably one of the more ridiculous things any of them have ever done. It’s also one of the better ideas any of them has ever had – it’s festive and in the spirit and the fans will love it. And maybe it’s kind of fun because it ends with another win and some positive press before the break and Phillip’s jacket is really just…a work of fashion art. 

The way Emma laughs at his jacket and sweater combination a few hours before puck drop is just a bonus


AN: Once again, I have no excuse for this. I am…vaguely stressed out in the real world side of my life and the Rangers keep winning games, which makes me want to write Blue Line things and steal ideas from the Boston Bruins. I definitely stole this from the Boston Bruins. Anyway, here’s 3K’ish worth of vaguely festive words and everyone sassing each other and Emma and Killian making out in other hockey arenas that aren’t the Garden. Also. More Insta art under the cut. 


It was Scarlet’s idea.

Of course it was. It was insane. The only person who would think it was a good idea was Scarlet. That was, however, until Ruby heard about it. And promptly let out a screech so loud that Killian was momentarily concerned she was going to, somehow, do damage to the paint on the locker room wall.

“God, Lucas,” he mumbled, dropping back into the bench behind him and Emma shot him a look. Killian grinned in response, a flash of teeth and his tongue pressed into the corner of his mouth and she rolled her eyes.

“You’re an idiot,” Emma mumbled, but there was a note of something just on the edge of her voice and she didn’t say anything before she walked towards him, fingers finding the bottom of his hair.

Ruby glared at both of them. “I don’t want to hear it, Cap,” she said, crossing her arms like that would, somehow, make it all sound more official. “This is a good idea. We could get picked up by a shit ton of sites.”

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A night to forget Part 1/5

Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Y/N - Your name

A/N - Steve meets reader and she helps him deal with life in the present until somethign tears them apart.

Part 1 II Part 2 II Part 3 II  Part 4 II Part 5

Originally posted by imagine-my-universe

Living in New York was beyond stressful. It seemed like every other week there was an attack. And the last one? Aliens!? When people move here it is hard to adjust at first, even with earth’s mightiest heroes, The Avengers, in the same city. As luck would have it one of them happened to be Y/N’s neighbor.  Captain America, was currently taking out his trash when she walked upstairs with her laundry basket under one arm, her keys in the other hand and a coffee cup clutched between her teeth threatening to spill all over her freshly laundered clothes.

“Well hello neighbor, need any help there?” He asked looking at her with slight smile on his face.

“Nph fanks, Imph fineph” She mumbled into her cup

He laughed and took the basket out of her hands. Y/N unlocked the door and placed her coffee and keys on the kitchen table. Steve handed her the laundry basket and she placed it on the counter. She turned around he was standing in the doorway and it was the first time she had stopped to look at him. His frame was so large that he almost took up the entire door way. He was extremely handsome and had an amazing smile.

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Blind Date

Author: Bitsy83 (tumblr: @bitsy83)

Artist: stevetwisp (tumblr: @stevetwisp)

Summary:
Ash has been set up on a blind date that is quickly going wrong. Can the night be salvaged by the unexpected help of a good friend?


There were a lot of things Ash had put up with over the years.  She’d put up with rude subway passengers complaining about her quills.  She had dealt with hecklers at her shows.  And Lance had supplied her with more than enough headaches that she could care to remember.  She even had been promised the chance of winning 100,000 dollars only to find out it was a scam, followed by a near death experience with almost drowning inside of the Moon theater.  

All of that was nothing compared to what she was going through tonight.

Ever since Mr. Moon announced to the audience that she had been dumped by her boyfriend, her Aunt Ruth - a loving, but rather nosy porcupine who lived in the suburbs - made it her sole mission to get her niece back into the dating game by finding her a proper boyfriend.  Ruth was part of a large knitting group that met every week.  During one meeting, she had shared with her fellow knitters that her poor niece was nursing a broken heart and needed to find a knight in shinning armor to help her recover from her recent bout with depression.  Ruth’s friends were more than happy to ask their many nephews, neighbors, and whomever they felt eligible to court the lovely porcupine…despite Ash’s numerous attempts to tell them it wasn’t necessary and she’d rather not get back into the dating game at this point.

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elusive, or the one where cas is a birder

The only time Dean can get outside of his head these days is when he’s running. Alone. Nothing but the sound of his own footsteps. He doesn’t want to drown out the endless noise of humanity – he has to escape it. He feels like a character in a Joshua Ferris novel. The only one Dean has actually read.

Dean has read all the books that have ever been written about walking or running or escaping.

Every day he drives for one hour and seven minutes, one way, to get something he can’t get in a city, quaint as this particular one may seem. The silence makes the air heavy but at the same time lifts weight from his shoulders so he can relax again.

Charlie says he’s crazy, because he runs and runs and runs and runs until he can’t anymore, until he hits his knees in the dirt – she will joke, later, about what he’s been doing to get his knees bruised like that (and sometimes scraped bloody or worse). He drags himself against a tree and eats an energy bar or something, rehydrates. And then he runs some more.

He’s been running since the day after the last time he wrote. He’s not sure how he knew the words were gone so soon after they left, but he knew, just like he knew he had to pay penance to get them back.

He puts his phone on silent so he doesn’t have to listen to it counting out the miles, but a marathon on blacktop would be a stroll in the park. His doctor keeps warning that he’s going to do irreparable damage to his left knee if he keeps it up. His body went from a little soft to pretty good for his age to best shape he’s ever been in to wired together with nothing but muscle over the last year.

But still, he runs.


Mile eight. He’s on a new trail, but can guess the distance pretty well from the way his body feels.

One foot in front of the other.

Over and over again.

It was maybe in a Scott Jurek book that he read, Not all pain is significant.

It’s so strange to see another person – here, in his place, among his juniper and oak, cacti and wildflowers – that he doesn’t even comprehend it at first.

An apparition, he thinks. Like an oasis in the desert. And fuck, a good-looking apparition at that. Dean congratulates his subconscious for having great taste. This thought seems like something he would’ve joked to himself about before, not now.

The lovely mirage raises his hand, just a little bit, a slow “stop.” As Dean slows, then stops all forward momentum all together, just trotting in place to keep the potassium from settling in his calves, he realizes that this guy in the middle of his little forest is standing here with his eyes closed.

“Are you… ok?” Dean asks.

“Keep your voice down.”

Dean feels like an idiot but stage whispers all the same, “What are you doing?”

“Birdwatching.”

“Your eyes are closed.”

“Stop moving your feet and listen.”

“It’s the middle of nowhere, dude. There’s nothing to hear.”

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8

This rant is kinda a hard one for me. I want to preface this with something for those that haven’t been around my blog long; the whole reason I got into “onision drama” over 7 years ago is because I had just gotten out of my greg like ex, that did give me PTSD. I’ll get into this in a bit but the other thing I wanted to say is that I wish Angel no harm. She did make an apology for this and is said to be getting the help she needs, and I hope she is. Unlike konstigo,who was just a normal fan with little interaction with greg, I’m not bluring her name however because she put herself more on the lainey scale, because of her interactions. It’s import for your story to be told and I don’t want you to be nameless, I’m glad you have spoke up like you have (tim too!).

With that out of the way let’s get down to business. For those who don’t know the story behind this (and these are not the full caps, you cam look for those yourself) sometime around march one of joysparklebs fans began to doubt her and talked to a guy that knew her a long time. He had ptsd, that joy knew about. He then felt bad for thinking that joy was manipulating him and sent another fan he was close to messages about his doubt and everything before confessing to joy. They (mainly Angel as shown) jumped down his throat about PTSD and then someone sent him those messages in the last screen shot. Let that sink in, they purposely triggered a man with PTSD, they shoot down his explanation from the get go with shitty logic (something angel now says joy was on skype at the time telling her what to say, but sorry I take that with a grain of salt from you).
Getting back into my past as to why this ~triggers~ me and puts you in the “as bad as onision” catogory (joy). I lurked the anti o community for years before I joined, I came to love everyone really involved because as onision-needs-to-stop put so well lately, we all had a past with an onision like person, we are all passionate about helping others. This community helped me have the strength to have a voice, and I hold it very dear. As I said before this voice is of a person with PTSD.

I don’t know Tim’s story, I don’t need to. I have a feeljng his PTSD is a lot like mine, someone, somewhere in his life had control over him. For me it was my greg ex. I also got what people recovering from these types of relationships call fleas ( traits of the narc/abuser you pick up, often out of survival). My Greg controled everythjng I did, down to how much time I spent on the internet, to who I talked to. Though I was totally into a poly relationship, he manipulated us and pit us against each other. He was also telling me I was always wrong or what I liked was bad so everything was very confusing at the time for me. And that’s why I don’t fault any of gregs exs, or angel, because I know what it’s like to have your brain fucked with.

Like Tim probably experiences (he says he’s in therapy so that’s a big step, I’m going to be talking about my past untreated self) I often have doubt in the people around me. Sometimes it’s really unnecessary, but sometimes not, because people like joy and onision exist. The people that feed off the people they deem as weak. I too have had many toxic friendships because people will take advantage of your compassion, you have to become better at telling people apart, and learn from mistakes. Like I said though I also ruined many good friendships/relationships because I was use to abuse and had fleas. When I started to ~recover~ I apologized to the important ones, some forgave, some didn’t. I don’t dwell on it and no one should, you’re becoming a better person than your past.

The way this was handled is sickening. That joy influences this on someone she knows has PTSD, and claims she has it too, it’s no excuse. PTSD comes in all different types and degrees. Even 4 people won’t have the same experience. I just can’t even. This is what she is projecting onto her “close audience”. For a person that claims they want to help they sure do hurt a lot of people… oh and $$$. She said recently that she’s not telling her audience to do vicious things, no not your bigger audience, but as angel and a few others have shown, the close few you do. The people you can manipulate the most.


This goes beyound basic “kys” comments, this is harassment. I don’t know where Tim is in recovery, but I know at my worst point, those messages would of caused a lot of harm to me. And people look up to you.

Ok I’m going to end this rant here, but I’m sure I’ll have another rant soon about this. I do want to say this last thing though joy, if you read this, I know you want people to come to you in private when they have beef. I’ve learned not to do this with people like you cause you will mental gymnastics till you can get by; but also like I said you are welcome to another chat with us. I’ve seen all the evidence I need and I see through all your bullshit.

3

(It’s long for a drabble but I will call it that. I will start with the new chapters the soonest possible!)

“Hello everybody and welcome to yet another episode of ‘Cooking fast and fresh with West’!” Misha exclaimed with a big smile at the camera.

“I am Misha and this is West and today we are really happy to have two guests with us” he turned to look at you as you balanced Maison on your hip, the camera moved back so that you were obvious as well.

“You probably already know both. One is my absolutely adorable daughter, Maison. Say hi!” you took her hand and waved it at the camera. You both chuckled as she visibly frowned at the camera with a small pout.

“And the other is, might I say, the most beautiful woman in the world that I am lucky to call my best friend for years now” he threw a hand around your shoulders, a wide grin on his face “(Y/n)”

“Hey everyone!” you smiled, setting Maison on top of the counter and waving at the camera.

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“Shit, shit, shit!” Dylan cursed to himself.

He deleted the tweet as fast as he could, but it was not fast enough. It’s never fast enough with the internet. Once it’s out there, it’s lost forever.

His mentions blew up instantly. And this time even the usual “fuck me daddy” were nowhere to be seen. But that was not the worst part.

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Lucky Stars

Word Count: 3228

Pairing: Bucky/Reader

Warnings: Super wrong astronomy. Probably won’t bother you unless you study astronomy.

Summary: Bucky takes an interest in an art project that you’ve been working on, and you’re more than happy to share it with him. 

Note: So my main fic that I’ve been working on has become really angsty and I still have some dark bits to get through. So when I got inspiration for this fluffy one shot, I went with it.

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Win a Date With Avatar Korra

Words:  2329

Pairings:  Makorra

Summary:  Bolin enters himself and Mako in a contest to win a date with Korra.  (un)Fortunately Mako wins.

A/N:  For be-the-peaf prompt “Legend”

ff.net/AO3

“Come on bro you should sign up too!”  Bolin said as he typed away on his laptop.  

 

“I’m not going to sign up for a stupid contest to win a date with a reclusive girl.  For all you know she’s incredibly weird,” Mako said as he scrolled through news stories on his phone.  “Honestly Bo I can’t believe you even want to enter-”

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