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Red & Blue Connection Theory

Be warned there’s gonna be Voltron s3 spoilers in here!! So if you don’t want to see that, look elsewhere. (Also this is super fucking long, I’m sorry.) 

Anyway so I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, and what with (at least temporary) Red Paladin!Lance being confirmed, now is probably the time to post this.

Coincidentally, I’ve been spending the past couple weeks looking for foreshadow of the Red and Blue Lions have some kind of Special Connection and there is quite a bit, so I thought I’d share some of what I’ve found.

The gist of it is that I think Red and Blue have some kind of connection that the other lions don’t seem to have with each other. Of course all the lions have a special bond, but there seem to be a lot of hints that the connection between Red and Blue *coughs* and their pilots is something a little different––basically, that Lance and Keith have shown a lot more interest in/connection to each other’s lions than any of the other paladins have.

(And before everyone jumps down my throat, I’m NOT proposing a permanent lion switch so jot that down lol. But I do think temporary lion switches are Good so uhhhh fight me.)

I’m not sure how to go about explaining this, but I’m just gonna break it down to:

- Keith’s connection with Blue

- Lance’s connection with Red

- What Does It Mean

Here we go!!!

Keith & Blue

- I’m still caught up on this whole “Keith sensed the Blue Lion” thing. Granted, it could have something to do with his alien abilities™ (I’m still rooting for Keith with Altean ancestry, y’all) but I still question the choice of having Keith sense Blue, of all the lions. He only detects the location of two lions in canon, and they’re––you guessed it––Blue and Red. 

First we have some kinda vague “energy” that attracts Keith to Blue:

Then we have this part where Keith just … closes his eyes and senses Red somehow??

(These both happen in the first episode, I might add.)

Like I said, this could be some kinda sixth alien sense. But, I do also wonder if it was Blue trusting & calling out to Keith specifically, which is interesting considering he’s not even her paladin.

- Also in the first episode, when they find Blue, Keith & Lance are the first ones to approach her. Keith even reaches Blue before Lance does!

And then they’re both standing right in front of Blue, side-by-side, when she wakes up.

There is still a close-up on Lance when Blue awakens––but even so, everyone else has much more of a one-on-one first interaction with their lion, so this scene in particular stands out to me.

- Other than in the first episode we don’t get much of Keith interacting with Blue in s1 (except for him saving Blue for Lance in s1e06, which is cute!)

But then there’s also this moment in s2 where he starts asking Coran about whether there might have been Galra on earth before, and whether that could have something to do with Blue being on Earth:

Which is especially interesting now that we know that Keith is part Galra. So …. is it possible the previous Blue Paladin might’ve been Galra?? or even could have been an ancestor of Keith’s?

Then of course we have Lance emerging from his room at the mention of Blue, and accusing Keith of “having his eye on the Blue Lion since day one”:

This is … kinda odd considering Keith hasn’t outwardly shown any desire to pilot Blue as far as I can remember. So, obviously this is a throwback to the very first episode in which Keith first sensed Blue––and the fact that it was brought up again out of nowhere makes me suspicious that there’s Something there that hasn’t quite been addressed yet.

Lance & Red

- *rubs hands together* Now this is Extra Fun because now I know for a fact Lance is gonna fly the Red Lion at some point in s3 because it was in the trailer and all …

:’’))

Unfortunately I don’t get to say “I told you so” because I didn’t publish this post before then, but anyway! I’ve been looking for foreshadow of this and honestly?? If you ask me, there are hints of Red Paladin!Lance since the very first episode. (Again, I’m not suggesting Lance becomes Red Paladin forever, so please don’t kill me. But I do think Lance having some kind of connection with Red has been foreshadowed.)

- So!! In the first episode I noticed that when Allura assigns each of them a lion, she doesn’t technically assign Blue to Lance (because he interrupts her, lol). It’s just kind of assumed that he’s Blue Paladin since, well, he’s flown Blue. Now, I’m not saying he’s not the Blue Paladin––he is! Buuut I also find a couple things about this scene Intriguing:

1) Lance looks like he almost expects to be assigned the lion as Allura describes it (even though he already has a lion), and then seems a bit shocked/upset when it gets assigned to Keith instead.

2) Not only that, but you may notice the Red Lion hovers between BOTH of them, which is noteworthy because this doesn’t happen to anyone else when they get their lion assigned to them. Hmmmmmm…

- This may be an unpopular opinion but I actually … also think Lance shows some Red Paladin traits. Once again, that’s not to say that Lance doesn’t also fit into the role of Blue Paladin because of course he does, but I do think he shows traces of being capable of being Red Paladin as well.

Like listen, when Allura is assigning Red, these are her exact words: “The Red Lion is temperamental and the most difficult to master. … Its pilot needs to be someone who relies more on instincts than skill alone.”

So really the only qualifications here are: 1) Be skilled. 2) Have good instincts.

And Lance?? Fits those qualifications pretty damn well. He’s a skilled pilot, sharpshooter, and strategist. And he has very strong awareness/instincts as well (i.e. being able to identify the Rover clone super fast, being able to come up with a plan on the Balmera on the fly, etc.). There’s no reason why he can’t fly Red if you ask me.

- Also, when the Red Lion gets fire power for the first time Lance is like, “I want that!!” which is interesting … especially because (at least as far as I can remember) no one else expresses jealousy for another paladin’s lion that way.

And generally I just find it kinda funny that Lance accuses Keith of having his eye on the Blue Lion when Lance has like…canonically had his eye on the Red Lion from pretty early on. 

- In addition to all of the above, there does seem to be some foreshadow about Keith getting separated from Red (at least temporarily). i.e. he has that dream about Red rejecting him.

And there’s also that vision he has in BoM where Red is far away from him.

(Tag yourself I’m the people screaming.)

Could be coincidental …. or could be intentional to foreshadow something about a certain someone else temporarily taking over as Red Paladin.

- And lastly: it may not mean anything, but in GoLion (the original anime) Isamu/Lance was Red Paladin … So, could be a nod to the original!

And yes, he wore a blue outfit but piloted the Red Lion, don’t question it. Color coordination hadn’t been invented yet. 

What Does It Mean?!

- In general, there seems to be a lot of subtle foreshadow that there is Some kind of connection between the Red and Blue lions––or at least, to an extent, Keith and Lance have connections to each other’s lions as well as their own.

- It could mean they are both capable of piloting each other’s lions. I’ll say it again––I’m not suggesting a permanent lion swap or anything along those lines, because both paladins also have very strong connections to their own lions. (Also, I’m not sure about Blue Paladin!Keith at this point, although it’s hard to say since we don’t really know what the quintessence of the Blue Lion is yet.)

However, I think in certain situations their lions could be accepting of the other’s paladin (which of course we know is possible since Keith has piloted Black before, and in the s3 trailer it appears he does so again, as well as Lance piloting Red). So, I feel like that could be important.

- As for the reason behind this connection: It could be because their elements balance each other out (you know, the whole fire-and-ice thing), but what I’m really hoping is that there is some significance in the relationship between the previous Red & Blue Paladins (interpret that however you want––but yeah like, maybe they were good friends??? or …. more than that????) and their lions built up a strong connection because of that (or vice versa).

- TL;DR: I think it’s pretty much inevitable that Red & Blue/Keith & Lance have some kind of special connection (space ranger partners™ amiright) and if you ask me there are a lot of signs pointing in that direction. That’s all, bye.

the historicity of queerness in black sails, pt. 1

Hello, Tumblr! Let’s talk about pirates, queer stuff, and historical accuracy

There’s been renewed talk in certain spaces this week about queer narratives in historical drama. This has been spurred almost entirely by the series finale of Black Sails, which made the (distressingly) controversial decision to end its four-year run by giving its queer protagonists a largely happy ending.

If any show currently airing was going to take such a leap, it was always going to be Black Sails, which from the outset possessed a keen interest in exploring queer narratives. This was seen–correctly–as being something almost unheard of among historical dramas: a genre whose queer characters, if any, are relegated to the status of minor character or tragic subplot. But why is this, and why did Black Sails provoke some ire for heading in the opposite direction? There is an easy answer; an assumption lurking in the undertow of many an irate Facebook or Reddit comment: queer people in the 18th century didn’t get happy endings, did they?

This is part of a bigger question: There were no gay people then, right? In other words, characters can’t be openly gay in the show, because they killed men for that, didn’t they, and isn’t this supposed to be a ‘historical’ drama? So: how accurate is the queerness in Black Sails? Let’s take a look at some history.

Trigger warning for discussions of period-typical homophobia and a brief mention of rape. 

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anonymous asked:

this cat talk has got me curious: any pet hc's for the other rogues???? jervis definitely keeps rabbits and i really want croc to have something fuzzy that he can cuddle

ahhhh sorry i am publishing this so late!!! i am so behind on asks and i get a lot so some of them get lost. but honestly someone asked me this question before a looooong time ago so consider this the amended version.

eddie: a white cat so he could stroke it while talking to batman like a bond villain lmao. i answered a question earlier where i thought his cat would be an oriental longhair (that looks like this) with a very loud, attention-seeking meow. it’s one of those cats that knocks everything over. selina def gave him the cat bcos it wasn’t getting along with her other cats (it most likely had a sense of superiority haha)

harley: one-woman-animal-shelter. as well as having bud and lou, harley would take in any and all animals in need of homes, probably to the point it would get out of control… cats, dogs, birds, snakes, lizards, rabbits, bugs and so on. catch her trying to climb into the lion enclosure at the zoo to keep them company before ivy drags her ass off the fence. 

ivy: i think due to ivy’s apathy/borderline hatred of any non-plant living thing she would stay away from the furry and the scaly. she puts up with harley’s menagerie but only barely bcos at the end of the day, plants are her priority, so she probably has lots of different species of plants around her home and in her greenhouse. maybe the only exception would be pollinators: bees, butterflies, moths, hummingbirds and bats (she knows the irony.) beekeeper/save the bees ivy gives me life. 

selina: cats obviously. i feel like she has like, a core squad of cats that belong to her and that she gets the other rogues or some of her more trusted superhero friends to look after when she’s in lock-up or flying under the radar. she loves all cats tho and she is always feeding strays and saving cats from abusive owners (and probably beating up the owners as well.) 

jon: he has an affinity for crows but i’m not sure i could see him keeping one as pet just because i don’t see him keeping a bird in a cage. but he makes friends with the ones on the grounds at arkham/near his safe houses and they come land next to him and he feeds them. it makes it a lil problematic when he’s trying to lay low and it’s like batman: *sees a house with like 50 crows on the roof and in the garden* found him. this is a weird one but he might have a snake as well? he originally got it to fuck w/ some poor guy who was afraid of snakes but the snake grew on him and now it just lays across his shoulders and hisses softly when he’s trying to be intimidating. 

harvey: everyone thinks harvey is a dog person but hear me out… harvey dent and cats. specifically two cats of two different colors because he’s got to keep an aesthetic going. my reasoning is that it mellows him out esp when he’s trying not to be impulsive. like “i really wanna shoot this guy but i need him as my ally so i’m just gunna go home and stroke away the anger instead.” 

oswald: birds. everywhere. just flying wildly all over the iceberg lounge??? eddie can come but take that goddamn cat away from his precious birds. black mask comes for a meeting one time and gets pooped on.

croc: uh… idk if he would have a mammal as a pet bcos he might be prone to eat it? i’m not sure if croc stops at cannibalizing people or if he would actually eat an animal so maybe something scaly like him! or an amphibian. maybe just a frog he saw in the sewers one day. 

mr freeze: again, don’t know if he’d care about a pet but maybe something low maintenance like a cat. harley gives it to him bcos she insists he’s lonely and he only agrees to take it because she won’t leave otherwise. and at first he thinks about just giving the cat to an animal shelter but then it starts sitting on his desk while he’s doing research (but staying in its lane unlike eddie’s cat who would wreak havoc) and just kind of watches him while purring. victor ends up stroking it subconsciously while he’s mulling a problem over, so the cat gets to stay. 

joker: should not be allowed within 30 feet of an animal. ever. instead he probably has a pet rock that he drew a smiley face on that he throws at batman. 

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There’s something I’d like to say about Oscar Wilde. First of, Wilde used to be my favourite writer throughout my teens and he still holds a special place in my heart. Back when it was still possible, I even went to Paris and placed a rose at his grave. That’s how much I adore Wilde. I’m sure he did some problematic stuff. I actually know he did. He was a Victorian after all. But there’s this one thing that keeps happening over and over and I’d like to see it stop. “Oh my god, Oscar Wilde was so sexist.” That. That right there. I see this backed up with quotes like, “Women are a decorative sex. They never have anything to say, but they say it charmingly.” I also see this quote and other sexist quotes attributed directly to Oscar Wilde on websites and such. But please, consider this:

Oscar Wilde never said this. You know who said this? Lord Henry Wotton did. “Who exactly is Lord Henry Wotton?”, you might ask. Well, Lord Henry Wotton is a character from Wilde’s novel The Picture of Dorian Gray, published in 1891. He is an important character and you should really read the novel if you want to know more about this, but the question is: Are we supposed to like Wotton? Many modern readers sure do. They love him. He is portrayed by Colin Firth in the 2009 film adaption and shown to be the real hero of the film (this is very different in the book. Just saying in case you only know the film). Truth is, I think you’re not supposed to like him. He is sexist. He talks about rebelling against society but he never does, just tells his friends to and watches whilst they crash and burn. And he is safe, never risking anything, never stepping out of line. There’s a subtle irony to whatever he says and does and I don’t think it was lost on Wilde’s fellow Victorians as it is lost on most modern readers.

Lord Henry Wotton, witty Henry Wotton who everyone seems to adore these days with his sexist comments and boasting personality is not supposed to be liked at all. I’m pretty sure a lot of interpretations of his character tell you exactly that – whatever he says in these books, whatever he does, the advice he gives leads to absolute catastrophe in the end. Lord Henry is not supposed to be taken seriously and actually listened to. And yet I see him quoted all the time and – worse – I see his quotes attributed to Oscar Wilde as though he said these things, as though he really believed them, when in fact he never did. We, as modern readers, read Dorian Gray differently from how Victorians read it. Society changes, it’s perfectly normal. But I think this is well worth knowing before we go: “Ugh, Oscar Wilde was such a misogynist.” He was very much not.

I don’t want this post to continue on forever, so let’s just look at some stuff: When Oscar Wilde became the editor of the Lady’s World magazine, he renamed it Woman’s World and instead of just writing about fashion as the magazine did before, he added articles about politics, culture and the likes. Topics that in Victorian England were thought to be too much for a woman’s mind, topics that were not thought of as women’s topics at all. Wilde, along with his wife Constance, also was an advocate of rational dress – meaning dress that didn’t endanger women’s health and lives. Oscar Wilde lost both his half-sisters when their impractical, wide skirts caught fire during a party and they burned to death, so I guess he knew what he was talking about here.

And Lord Henry Wotton’s quotes? I guess it’s safe to say that Wilde fully intended each and every thing Lord Henry says to be utter rubbish. Victorian England was sexist and Lord Henry Wotton is supposed to be a mirror of that exact society – Wilde however (who never fit in himself) held a mirror up to exactly that society. The whole of Dorian Gray is actually just Wilde saying: “This is you, this is our society and this is what it does to people.” And Victorians understood that. There’s a reason Dorian Gray was harshly criticised after it was published and contrary to popular belief it was not just about the homosexual subtext (which also plays into Wilde’s critique of Victorian society as a whole) but also about how Wilde was not playing by the rules of Victorian society which made the book “immoral” in the eyes of many a reader.

So before going and declaring Oscar Wilde a big old misogynist maybe consider this and consider too that the sexist quotes you can find attributed to Wilde were actually said by his characters and meant to criticise the exact thing modern readers accuse Wilde of. There’s this lovely quote (this time by Wilde himself) about how Lord Henry Wotton is how people see him, Basil Hallward is how he sees himself and Dorian Gray is what he would like to be – in other ages perhaps. And we still make that mistake today: We take Lord Henry Wotton to be a carbon copy of Oscar Wilde himself when in fact the two are nothing alike. And I think people should know this. Oscar Wilde is often mistaken as some kind of air-headed, shallow hedonist, when in fact he was highly critical of his own society and its morals which led to his spectacular downfall only a few years after Dorian Gray was published.

I’m pretty sure all of this has been said before and said better than I ever could too but it’s been bothering me lately. I saw Wilde being misquoted and people holding up Lord Henry Wotton as some kind of witty, lovable character a lot lately and this just feels so wrong. I could say so much more but this is already too long so I’ll stop right here. Please note that I’m no literary critic, I’m a historian who really loves Wilde and researched him, his works and his significance to Victorian society and social changes a lot. I’m no literary critic but I know this: Authors and their characters are not the same thing, they’re not interchangeable. Characters are more like tools writers use to communicate messages. Lord Henry Wotton is not Oscar Wilde. Lord Henry Wotton is Wilde’s tool to criticise Victorian society and I think it’s a shame that so many people keep misreading this. 

Oiled Thighs and Prying Eyes

A huge thanks to @cockteasechloe​ for pushing us to write this and having the confidence to post it.  She also very kindly edited it for me and and made the final tweaks.  So here we have the first story published by us @missymoo78 starring Kate in the pictures.  If you like it, we’ll do some more.  Check out our blog for more of Kate https://www.tumblr.com/blog/missymoo78 


Pete was a long term friend of both Kate and I. A good looking man, he was a physio at a local football club, and kept himself in shape. Kate had always liked him. Even muttering the odd time how she found him quite hot. I’m not a jealous man, in fact I’m happy to share Kate with others, but I generally keep that myself. I certainly wouldn’t tell any friends, especially as what Kate looks like, brunette, five foot eight with a killer athletic body. If people knew I’d share her they’d be queuing up out the door! Kate is also no tart, she’s not flirty or in any way slutty, always dressing to look classy and sexy at the same time. Never a tease to any man bar me which makes this story even more exciting for me to share what happened.  

This all started in our local pub on a hot Saturday afternoon. Kate had done her morning workout at some crazy fitness class, insanity or something, and I’d spent most of the morning getting ready for a bbq. Pete was working as a physio at a local football match and Kate had invited him for a beer and a bbq with us. Pete had arrived before us and had various kit bags with him, explaining that he literally showered and came straight from the match. He told us he’d run late as one of the key players had pulled a muscle in his leg and needed a proper physio massage.

Kates eyes suddenly lit up, “Oh that sounds lovely, I’m stiff as a board after my fitness class, they really pushed me today. Why can’t you offer that service to me!” she jested.

Pete took his job very seriously, “stiff? Didn’t you warm down like I told you? Or did you push yourself too hard…? You need to take this stuff seriously!” he barked at Kate.

“Alright…alright…” she said trying to calm him, “I was only trying to blag a free sports massage you party pooper.“ She blew a raspberry in his face taking the piss as she knew he got so serious about his job. Pete smiled, he knew only too well he needed to lighten up but he did always mean well.

“If you really want a massage, I have my stuff?” he said to Kate. He then suddenly seemed aware of me, his focus had been entirely on Kate. He switched his attention to me and blurted out, "if thats okay of course… I mean its a professional massage and all…”

Pete was stuttering, I never doubted he wouldn’t be professional but I suddenly felt a twinge of arousal.  Imagine if he was naughty with her. A slip of the hand. A brush of his fingers between her legs. Against her pussy. My mind started to wander and Kate bought me back with a bang.

“Its not his choice! I’d love a massage Pete and I’m sure you will be highly professional” she smiled a him. Pete grinned back like a kid in a sweet shop. I knew deep down he fancied her and I was sure he’d love to get her in her underwear and his hands all over her.  

The conversation switched away from the massage but soon enough we finished the beers and went to walk back to mine. Kate popped to the loo leaving me waiting with Pete. I turned to him and smirked;  "Kates pretty hot when laid down, oiled up…., I’ve never managed to keep my hands to myself when massaging that body….. good luck on that…“ I winked at him. Pete looked bemused, I could see he was intrigued by what I meant. He stuttered again about being a professional and I smirked at him. Before he could say anything more Kate was back and we were walking home. On the way back Kate agreed with Pete that the sofa with a blanked on was the best she could offer for a massage table. We soon got home and Pete went into the lounge to set his stuff up.  Kate came out with me to the BBQ.

"You don’t mind me getting a massage from Pete? Do you?” she asked.

"Mind? I’m thrilled, horny even…,” I said to her with a cheeky wink of the eye. Kate’s eyes opened wide in shock.

“What do you mean horny!!! I’m getting a massage from a pro. I’ll keep my underwear on and he’ll be a gentleman!” She snapped back at me defensively.  

“So having Pete massaging you all over won’t get you going just a little bit. I know you find him hot….his hands massaging your legs then your inner thighs, what if asks you to get naked under the towel?” I teased her, pushing her to let go and have some fun. Kate grinned a little, her cheeks a little red. She was rumbled. I knew she liked him but this was not something Kate would ever do.

“He won’t ask me to be naked and if he does I’m sure it’s for a reason” she tried to defend him. I plucked up the courage and asked her;

“I know we are all a little tipsy, but go on, he’s a nice guy, give him a show” I nervously suggested. Kate was shocked, she didn’t do things like that and didn’t expect me to suggest it. She’d maybe do that for me but never for anyone else. But Kate didn’t react the way I had expected. I thought she’d be furious, angry and maybe think I was joking but she surprised me.  

“A show? What like let him see my pussy or touch me up?” She replied. She was tipsy and flirty, which always made her open up and be more forward. But would she actually do this? I pushed her.

“Yeah why not…you said you want to be more adventurous. It can be yours and Pete’s secret….” I hoped she’d go for it. She frowned, I was sure she was in two minds possibly considering it and that just made me even hornier. That moment was, however, broken by Pete.

"Ummm I’m ready, I guess?” He said blatantly nervous. Kate asked him how he wanted her and to my disappointment he replied “whatever….keep you underwear on, so errrr just bra and knickers under a towel… do your have a towel?”

Kate nodded and Pete walked off to get ready, she glanced back at me and said, “See? Professional to the end! Now get on with your bbq” she said and no peeking through the window!” She turned and walked off.

I felt flat, I actually thought she might do something really naughty and dirty but I think the moment was lost. I set about sorting the bbq, as I laid out the coals I glanced through the window that Kate was now in. She pulled the curtains closed but as she did she smiled at me, adjusting them a little, and to my surprise she’d left a small gap. She knew only too well that I would properly take a peek but she didn’t seem fussed. I saw Pete leave the room and through the small gap I could see Kate peel off her jeans and top. The pink underwear was bright even from a distance.


She carefully slid under the towel and called Pete back in the room. I will be honest, it looked dull as dish water. If she was keeping her underwear on I didn’t see the point but maybe Pete was being a professional. He entered the room which was still fairly light, Pete had his back to me but I could see him getting the oil ready. I heard muffled sounds. He must’ve been explaining what he would do, the muscles and the effects, boring things like that I thought. Where was the action?

Kate didn’t look as hot as I hoped now the towel covered most her body. I turned away and lit the bbq instead. Grabbing a beer whilst it took hold. For some reason I decided to take one more cheeky peek.  

Pete was adjusting the towel, he placed it nicely and professionally over her back side leaving her upper body exposed. Pete was looking at her back a little perplexed.

“Sorry Kate, I’m not being flirty, can you move your bra straps? The oil will ruin that bra” Pete asked. They were in the way for sure and I had learnt the hard way that oil and lingerie are never a good mix. I was expecting Kate to slide them off her shoulders but her arm swung around and she unfasten the catch.


The back of the bra pinged open and in true Kate classy style she dragged it from under herself and placed it on the floor. She lay there now naked bar her panties and towel and suddenly I felt horny again. Pete didn’t seem to too phased and I saw him admire her firm athletic body on the sofa.  


Pete pumped some oil from a dispenser and started on her shoulders. Kate let out a little moan, “that’s a little sore but it feels great”. Pete explained back he’d go gentle but some pain would be inevitable. Slowly he worked away on her upper back and shoulders.

Pete was now onto her arms and upper back. I watched his hands slide smoothly over her body. He was good and I could tell Kate was in heaven as her body shifted as Petes hands hit the various muscles. Slowly Pete was moving down her body, his hands stayed away from the side of her boobs which was a shame. I could see her boobs just poking out the sides but Pete didn’t seem interested. He was now down her lower back, his hands nearing the hem of her panties. Pete drew back pondering something;

“Kate, are these knickers important? I just dont want to get oil on them as I do your lower back?” he ask. I could hear nerves in his voice. “I mean, I can avoid them but it wont be a proper lower back massage, you could pull them down a a few inches if thats okay?”. Pete really was being a pro, this was not going as I planned but Kate had another idea up her sleeve.

Kate swung her head round, “Would it be easier if I just took them off?”.  I couldn’t believe she just said that. Kate was not one to take her panties off around anyone and even struggled going commando for me! Kate laid back down and again to my utter disbelief she said, “why not pass us the towel and if you wipe your hands I’ll hold the towel and you can take them off”


Pete looked as shocked as I felt. This wasn’t the Kate I knew. Pete grabbed the spare little towel and wiped his hands. Kate placed her hands on the towel and Pete slid his hands around her waist. I watched him hook his fingers under her hips and slide off her little pink panties. Kate smoothed out the towel and laid fully back down. He stood there with her panties in his hand.

I hadn’t expected this and suddenly seeing another man pull my wife panties down was a serious turn on. He carefully folded them next to her before repositioning the towel and protecting her modesty. The towel now sat a lot lower, you could just see the crack of her bum and the curve of her ass and I now had a raging hard on knowing Kate was naked bar the towel.  

Her upper body glistening from the oil, she looked gorgeous and sexy in every way. He carried on with her lower back adding more oil, his hands working her lower back and just running onto the top of her bum and he pushed the towel down a fraction more. I could see an inch of her crack and two nicely formed mounds where her bum started. Kate moaned in pleasure, not in a sexual way but she was certainly enjoying it. Pete asked Kate about her workout and she told him the muscle groups she had been working on. Pete started explaining his lower body plan,

“Well if you worked your gluts muscles ideally I’d deep massage your bum but its pretty personal. That’s your call?” he asked seemingly now a little more relaxed.

“Sure, sounds good.  Do what you need to do” Kate whispered.

Pete wasted no time, he folded the towel over half her bum exposing a whole cheek. From where I was I could now see her whole naked body and her pert ass cheek fully on view. Her legs were tightly together but it was suddenly much more erotic to me. Pete worked his hands hard into her bum muscles. The towel did cover the crack of her bum but only just. Slowly his hands worked down her legs past her bum. Kate shuffled, her legs opened slightly. Not enough to see her pussy but it was quite the tease.  

His hands roamed her upper thighs and bum. Kate said it felt nice and I caught Pete grinning as he admired the view. He moved to the other side and started to refold the towel to work on her left side. 


The towel sat awkwardly and started sliding off her body a little. Pete grabbed it quickly and tried to reposition it. Pete apologised as he exposed most of her ass but Kate was ahead of him. She reached back as if to help him with the towel but only made it worse. It fell off to the side exposing all of Kate’s bum. Two pert cheeks right in front of Pete, fuck me was that a horny sight. Pete hurriedly repositioned it and apologised profusely.  

“Pete my dear, dont worry” said Kate. “It’s a massage and you’re a friend, it’s fine,” she finished with but then to my amazement she dragged it off her ass again and dropped the towel to the floor.   “That’s probably easier right?” she said.

Pete stood there in amazement as Kate now laid naked face down on the sofa. Her naked body there for Pete to see, her pert ass right in front on him. She was teasing him like there was no tomorrow. Her legs just apart but still classy, the small bulge in her thighs hiding her most intimate area. He moved onto the sofa and worked her other side. His hands working into her soft flesh, he worked hard on her ass again, her bum cheeks being pushed and pulled, what a sight all toned and glistening. How could any man resist this? My cock was getting hard as I peered through like some dirty peeping Tom. Pete was to the side of Kate now and adding more oil. She seemed completely at ease naked with him. He moved away from her bum and was now focussing on her legs. Pete got up and moved about again. The sofa didn’t allow ideal all round access so he was having to make do. Pete explained he wanted to work on her calves which meant sitting behind her and on her legs. Kate whispered that was fine and Pete slid on to the sofa. I swear I saw a hard on in his pants but I couldn’t be sure. Pete had to kneel behind Kate, in doing so Kate opened her legs a fraction more. The tease for Pete must have been incredible. The room was a little dark and I could only see a shadow between her legs. Pete applied more oil and his hands worked up her calves and onto her thighs. Slowly his hands worked their way onto her inner thighs. As he neared the top Kate wiggled a little and opened her legs. Fuck me….I whispered in my head.


Kate’d legs were now open a few inches, I could just make out her pussy in the shadow and Pete was in the ideal position between he legs massaging her toned thighs,  with her pussy right in front of him.

My dick was like a rock, Kate was certainly teasing him and flashing him, even in the dim light I could just make out her inner lips. Her cute pussy there for Pete to see, what a show off Kate was being.   I unbuttoned my flies and my dick sprung out. The cool air on my hard cock felt amazing. Slowly I wanked myself while watching a good friend of my mind massage my naked wife whilst he looked at her pussy. I was expecting Pete to work more on her inner thighs but he headed south to he calves. He slid back and grabbed her leg lifting it. In the process he opened her legs a little wider. The cheeky bastard wanted a better view for sure and he got one. The light from the partially opened window exposed her little pussy even better. Two smooth lips with the slightest amount of pubic hair. Pete massaged her left and then her right side and again he lifted up her leg. Kate must have known what he was doing as she flashed her most intimate area to him. His hands gently rubbed her calves, massaging like a pro still, he carefully placed her leg down and shuffled on his knees closer to Kate. His hands moved back down her legs and on to her inner thighs again.  


He ran long sweeping movements with his hands across her legs, bum and down her inner thighs.  As he massaged her bum he pulled her cheeks apart a little, her asshole exposed for a second and then gone.  Kate’s legs now apart I could see her slit clearly and yet she allowed Pete’s hands to slide alarmingly close.  

I was wanking furiously trying my best to enjoy the situation and also avoid cumming.  Pete’s hands worked now solely on Kate’s upper and inner thighs.  His fingers nearing her pussy on every massage.  I suddenly say Kate twitch but say nothing.  Did her touch her pussy?  I couldn’t see clearly through the window but I could see how close he was getting.  The oil on her thighs shinning right up to her lips.  His fingers pushed higher this time and then I saw it, he stroked over her left lip, Kate didn’t move, he repeated sliding his hand up her leg and onto her lip, once agin no movement and then he made his move, his fingers blatantly slid over her opening.  As his hands slid away, her once dry pussy lips now glistening with oil.  

His hand movements up her legs decreased as he focused on her pussy.  He slid forward and opened her legs even more, his hand straight over her pussy.  He paused a second and reached back, he grabbed the oil and applied more over her bum and I watched it trickle down over her asshole and onto her lips.  Pete sat between her legs he moved in a little closer using his legs to push Kate’s legs open even more.  Her shining lips opened a little, she was dripping wet.  Her pussy was swollen and red, she was aroused and horny to a new level.  Pete massaged her lips, one hand worked down under and onto her clit, the other sliding around her pussy, I heard a sigh from Kate.  The other hand massaged her ass before Pete slid his fingers down and then he slipped a finger inside her and then a second.  Fuck, I was fighting cumming as I watched my mate finger my gorgeous naked wife.  Slowly he eased his fingers in and out whilst the other rubbed her clit.  Kate’s body was starting to move, she was nearing her climax.  I could see Pete’s fingers were wet and shiny and I knew that wasn’t just the oil.  Kate was breathing hard and suddenly she raised her bum a little, her body tensed and she clamped her legs shut around Pete’s hands, she squirmed and wriggled in pleasure as she came.  She went limp and Pete pulled his hands away.  Her legs relaxed and opened a little.  Her pussy was so wet and shiny I wanted to jump through the window and fuck her right there.  Pete just sat there staring at her pussy, my dick on the edge of cumming in my hand.  Kate broke to the silence.

“So do you need to massage my front or are we done?”

Pete looked shocked, I was guessing he thought this was all over.  “Errr, yeah sure, we can do upper body and thighs?  We dont usually massage the stomach much but I can do lightly?” Pete muttered in a daze.  He stepped back off the sofa sporting a massive tent pole in his shorts.  I felt for him, at least my dick was out and in my hands. Kate looked over her shoulder at him;

“Well pass me the two towels and turn away…I mean we don’t want you seeing my pussy do we?” she said patronisingly to him.  Pete was away with the fairies and no doubt all over the place in his head.  He passed Kate the two towels and Kate gestured to him to get off the sofa and turn away and he did.  I watched Kate roll over, her naked body for my eyes to see, pert tits and a beautiful landing strip.  She was shagged out for sure and usually Kate only ever wanted one orgasm so I presumed she literally wanted a massage.  Kate had other ideas.  She grabbed the tiny hand towel and laid it carefully over her pussy.  It was tiny, barely enough to cover her landing strip and pussy lips.  “The bigger towel is covered in oil Pete so I’ve had to use the small one, I hope that’s okay?” she said lying there topless and near enough naked.  


She acted as though nothing had just happened.  Pete swing round and his eyes nearly popped out of his head.  Kates athletic body was now properly on show, her six pack, toned upper body, great pert tits and nipples, and her gorgeous thighs.  Pete was flustered and his flag pole was certainly at maximum height. He poured oil onto Kate’s upper body between her breasts.  Kate lay there, her eyes shut she looked too hot and sexy.  My balls ached from edging, I needed to cum but this was simply too hot.  Pete started massing her shoulders and and it wasnt long before his hands were around breasts.  He slowly curved around the mounds, carefully, softly and sensually he rubbed them.  He was testing the water for sure and after several circles his hands slid over them running onto her nipples.  I could see they were erect as he carefully kneaded them.  Kate lay motionless enjoying the experience and the exhibitionist in her.  Pete moved south heading down to her stomach, he worked her sides and back to her breasts.  He pushed the towel down a small and across amount and a hint of her landing strip was visable.  


I swear he ran his hands over it a few times.  I could see he wanted to head south again and it wasn’t long before he stepped away from the sofa and moved down to her legs.  He stood to her side and started massaging her legs, he slid his hands up and down stopping at her ankles and then the hem of the towel.  As before he worked professionally, massaging the top of her legs and then the backs of her calves.  Kate opened her legs again just a small amount, enough for a tease but not more.  Pete then moved onto the sofa again.  He grabbed Kate’s leg and lifted it slightly to do her calves.  Her legs naturally opened and Pete was aiming for a better view but the small towel did its job and clung to her pussy much to both Pete’s and my frustration.  Pete worked that leg for a few minutes before he placed it down and grabbed the other, her leg lifted and to my delight the towel gave a small surrender and slid towards her stomach.  A tiny glimpse of Kate’s pussy on view, small well trimmed hairs on her mound.  Pete’s eyes watched the towel as his hands tried to push it away.  

Pete laid her leg down and grabbed some more oil.  He was now back working on her upper legs again and hips.  I watched as his hands slid up her the top of her thighs and her very subtly pushed her towel up a tiny amount.

Each time he slide the towel higher, more and more of her pussy was on show and Kate never flinched.  He pushed her legs open a little more.  I could see under the shadow of the towel two lips, still shiny, her pussy now just on view.  Her eyes shut, she almost looked like she was sleeping but she wasn’t.  Kate whispered, “I thought you were doing my stomach?”

Pete looked utterly disappointed, “Err yes, sure…” he stuttered.  He stepped out of Kates legs and added some oil to her flat stomach.  Pete worked around slowly, he skirted her breasts again and skimmed around her nipples before heading back down south.  Pete’s attempts to move the towel started and I watched his hand push the towel down.  A tiny amount of landing strip on view suddenly increased, a few more circles and Pete’s hands slid a little under the towel over her pubic hair.  I saw him glance at Kate’s face to see her reaction, she didn’t move.  Another circle of her stomach and Pete’s hands slid even further under the little towel.  This time the circle was smaller and his hand slid under and down onto her mound.  The towel slid between her legs a little.  Pete was now sliding his hand under the towel and from what I could see running his finger over my wife pussy.   He pushed the towel down a little more and suddenly I could see most of her landing strip and just the start of her slit.  Kate’s legs together Pete pushed his hand down once more and to my amazement Kate opened her legs offering Pete a blatant invite to finger her.  Pete’s hand headed down and I saw Kate breath out as his fingers brushed over her now visible clit.  The towel made its natural surrender and as it slid down between Kate’s open thighs, Pete tossed it to one side.



She was completely naked, her legs open and her wet little pussy right in front of Pete’s eyes.  She was horny for sure, I could even see her clit poking through her wet lips under the her landing strip.  Kate remained with eyes shut but to add to her tease she shuffled one her legs up, bending it slightly at the knee exposing her intimate area even more.  Pete’s hands slid up her legs to her open invitation.  He didn’t take as long this time to enter her pussy and I saw in a matter of 2 or 3 strokes he was rubbing and fingering her.  His hand glided up her inner thigh and I saw his finger slide up her opening, over her clit and then down and inside her.  Kate’s breathing intensive again.  Pete’s other hand came over, one was fingering her whilst the other ran over her landing strip and down onto her clit.  Kate’s legs widened again as Pete slowly wanked my wife off for the second time within the hour.  He was more frantic this time, less gentle and Kate stepped in.

“Shhhhh Pete, gently…..” she hissed pushing Pete’s hands away, he stood there admiring my hot naked wife.  Kate’s eyes opened and she looked into Pete’s who was like a startled Rabbit in the headlight.Kate rarely masterbated in front of me but again in yet another surprise I saw her hand come down from behind her head.  She edged away from Pete and sat up a little, her hands slowly caressed her breast before carefully and slowly sliding down her stomach and then onto her pussy.  Her fingers so gently caressed her outer lips and clit.  She was fucking playing with herself in front of Pete and it was the horniest, sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.  Pete stared at her pussy, his dick was clearly visible through his shorts.  Kate noticed his tent pole, she smiled at him and pointed at his dick.  “Pete, do you want to cum on me?” she wispered

“Hell yes….” he whispered back.

“Go for it, I want you to cum all over me….” she whispered back as her hand headed back to her pussy.  Her fingers slipped over her clit and she bit her lip.  Pete pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang free, he stood over Kate admiring her with his shorts and boxers round his ankles.  His dick was big and covered in pre-cum; he must have been as horny as me.  He grabbed his hard shaft and slowly started wanking himself as Kate played with her clit.  She shuffled again giving Pete the best view possible of her pussy.  It was too much for me, she was so exposed, so wet and her pussy looked so inviting I couldn’t take it any more and I felt my balls tighten.  I focused on Kate’s fingers, wet and slowly circling over her opening.  I went dizzy I was cumming so hard, hot spunk shot all over the wall under the window, I came again and again trying not to lose focus on Kate through the window, I felt dizzy as I shot load after load.  I looked up to see Kate dipping her finger inside her wet pussy again and Pete dick flinched.  As I slowly stopped and regathered my thoughts with my now limp dick in my hand, I managed to focus again on Pete and Kate.  Kate was playing harder, her body twitching, she was nearing as was Pete.  Pete’s expressing changed;

“I’m cumming…..” he said breathing hard.  He wanked hard, his dick red and swollen, his eyes fixed on Kate’s body.  “Ahhhh fuck….” Pete moaned, I’d never seen another man masterbate let alone cum on my wife and yet Pete was doing exactly that. He closed his eyes,  he had an intense stare and Kate was transfixed and she too bucked and moaned nearing cumming again.  Pete suddenly fired his first load, hot sperm shot across Kate’s landing strip, a clear line of white crossing her black bush, Pete’s eyes opened and he watched as another load splashed over her pussy lips, again and again spunk fired out mostly over Kate’s stomach and pussy.  Kate never stopped, she was rubbing Petes cum into her clit before she too tensed up, her body frozen bar her fingers moving, she lifted her ass off the sofa as Pete’s final spunk dripped from his dick.  Kate moaned and then suddenly went limp.  She pulled her hand away and lay back on the sofa.  Her legs open, her pussy exposed and a line of cum in her landing strip slowly running down her slit.  Pete panting, his dick like mine now limp in his hand.  He grinned impressed with his seed all over my wife.  Kate grabbed a towel and started wiping herself down.  She grabbed her robe and underwear and shuffled off for a shower, as she left the room she smiled at Pete;

“Great massage..… Maybe again some time?”

Pete pulled his shorts up and beamed ear to ear.  Kate was gone and I pulled away from the window tucking my own dick into my trousers.  It was then I heard the window upstairs open and Kate leaned out:

“It was a great massage” she called down.  I looked up and smiled at her, “Her eyes narrowed…. “and by the way” she said…”I’ll leave the gap a little wider next time in the curtain”.  She winked at me and put a finger to her mouth as a gesture to keep it our little secret.  Cheeky cow, I never knew she knew I could see.  I couldn’t wait now to get her naked again and relive it.  Pete appeared with two beers, he seemed a little sheepish but I assured him Kate just told me how good you were and how professional.  “Well done Pete, cheers mate” I smiled and Pete relaxed.  He doesn’t know to this day I know but its still one of my biggest secrets

That’s my Name - Part 3: A Battle is Fought (Jason Todd Soulmate AU)

Word Count: 4272 (This part is a little long, sorry if you don’t like that, but I felt everything included was necessary)
AU: Your soulmate’s name is written somewhere on your skin
A/N: PLEASE READ! This part does contain some parts that get a little heated. There is no actual sex acts, just kissing and the removal of a shirt. If that makes you uncomfortable in any way, I will put a ** before that part starts and again once it’s over. I hope that this does not deter you from enjoying the story! I would honestly rate it PG-13 probably. 
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TOP TEN MARKSON MOMENTS

Long post ahead y’all but this was a lot of fun to go back and reminiscence about markson and their antics together. I hope all of y’all enjoy! 

Also, please remember that these are my own personal opinions and that they shouldn’t be taken literally or seriously. But if you ever wanna come talk markson with me, I’m always ready :) ((Note: All gifs should be linked directly but videos and pictures with have physical links above them because I’m not sure how to link those to their respective tumblrs– if your post is here and you want your content removed bc you don’t like the linking, msg me and I’ll take it down.)) I’m a litlle late but here we go!!


1. This was one of the ones I already had in mind ;) I just love it bc it’s such a weird situation to be in but Mark, ever the gentleman, just takes it in stride and keeps his hands to himself. I love how near Jackson gets to Mark and if that isn’t the simplest testament of how (pun coming) close they are, I don’t know what is. In all honesty, if Mark really wanted out, a simple hand on the back or a squeeze on the shoulder or even just shifting out of the way would have sufficed but he stays and although his face is stoic, his eyes are constantly on Jackson. LOVE IT!

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2. SOFT!! My heart always swells a bit when I see this picture!! It’s natural and pure and they’re both enjoying this moment and it’s evident on their faces. I personally think jumping around puts a smile on most peoples faces and if other people, friends, are doing it with you, then there’s no way that isn’t going to make you shine. SO, jumping+BFF+concert adrenaline+love= BIG A__ SMILES !! Oh they’re also cuties so there’s that factor too.

LINK: http://fyeahmarkson.tumblr.com/post/136342100342


3. TBH I GOT DISTRACTED WITH THIS ONE AND REWATCHED THIS SECTION OF THE REAL GOT7– anyways…THIS IS PROBS MY ALL-TIME FAVE, THAT I FORGOT ABOUT. So the whole episode itself was hilarious with got7 and we got some markson moments sprinkled in but THIS, THIS takes the cake. I mean who doesn’t want to see their otp get this close to kissing? I love Mark’s hands cradling the back of Jackson’s head. I’d like to believe that Jackson stretched his neck up a bit more when Mark touched the other side of the paper but I’m not sure in this gif bc its quick (maybe I’ll add another one after I publish this). Like omg still can’t believe this happened though :D


4.  Ok all the Got2Day Vapp stuff was gold and I loved the fact that we got to see everyone but of course my faves Mark and Jackson had the best one ;) It was cute and relaxed and I just love them in light/soft colors. Also #no#personal#space !! The video is just a short moment but it is super cute and I love them smiling at eachother bc heart palpitations~ OH but the second gif is MY FAVORITE bc it’s Mark just watching Jackson talk and he just looks so content and caring and its just one of those moments ok

(Make sure to click the gif to see the whole gif post!)

LINK: http://marksonforlife.tumblr.com/post/152683520387/jackson-lays-on-the-table-and-mark-laughs 


5. I could rant FOR YEARS about this but idk if tumblr has a character limit or no.. BUT SERIOUSLY THIS IS JUST ICONIC!! It was actually the 1st to pop into my mind bc it was my icon (no joke for that one sorry) for a month I think? ANYWHO, I just straight up love this. They’re close. Jackson’s shirtless. Said Jackson is pressed along Mark’s backside. Said Mark is very very very smiley. Like Jackson could’ve chosen someone else- JB was kinda close I think- but he chose bae and got all up in bae’s business. And the fact that he’s partially restraining Mark? Keeping him flush with his body and leaning in to talk to him? My heart cannot keep up, this some tachycardia **** right here omg seriously!! Is it hot for anyone else in here or is it just them? *wink* 

PICTURE LINK: http://bangtancity.tumblr.com/post/149470443176/fyeah-markson-please-tell-me-again-that-markson

VIDEO LINK 1: http://marksonforlife.tumblr.com/post/149317913961/shirtless-jackson-hugging-mark-from-behind

VIDEO LINK 2: http://marksonforlife.tumblr.com/post/149277241258/two-angles


6. GO WATCH THE VIDEO PLEASE. Like the caption is spot on in my mind and I couldn’t agree more on the fact that it looked like Jackson was going to do something intimate and then he hesitated and looked at the camera!! UGH. seriously a fave moment bc its like what were you gonna do? huh?! You can’t not agree with the fact that that boy was playing around behind Mark. And then there’s Mark’s small smile and that little thing he does with his mouth, which reminded me of someone keeping a smirk in check. Oooooh there’s def something going on there and I wish I knew what it was!!

LINK: http://marksonforlife.tumblr.com/post/151033384652/i-already-posted-this-but-ill-post-it-again

I couldn’t find a gif of this video D: but I found some others from the same video (they’re faves but this ^^^ moment is the one I really cared for)


7. ANOTHER VIDEO!! 9/10 markson shippers should remember this badboy right here. I don’t even remember what video this moment came from but even if I see a still I freak out bc this is literal gold. One of the best shows of touchy!Mark and cuddly!Jackson ever. Seriously, Mark kept putting his hands on Jackson and moving subtly, and then he even has the nerve to lean into Jackson further to whisper something-BOY!! And then there’s Jackson who decides it’s perfectly ok to rest his head on Mark’s chest all casual like he’s done it a thousand times before. And one moment I really love to see is Jackson noticing Mark playing with J’s bracelet, looking at him, and then Mark moves his hand away so quickly like he’s been caught. its cute. don’t fight me on this. Also I got newly-dating vibes from this: not sure how much actual touching is safe, leaning into one another, glued at the hip, private jokes. Markson or never ;) I’ll add a gif when I find one!

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LINK: http://awesomemeowww.tumblr.com/post/128284251380/markson-httpifttt1hebms6


8. This picture satisfies like 3 things from my otp goggles-on checklist: smiling towards the other, touching, and suggestive posturing. Don’t tell me that this doesn’t look like Jackson’s about to pull Mark in and plant one on him! The positioning of Jackson’s hands make me wanna punch something bc who puts their hands there unless its for a headbutt or a kiss?? And lemme tell you that I’m 99% sure that he’s not about to headbutt Mark. (ALSO ARMS 4 DAYS JACKSON OVER HERE #hot hot hot) Back to the smiling and touching and pose- they’re close for one thing, and then Mark’s about to go into hug mode, there’s full eye contact going on, and what a beautiful smile!! It seems so loving and happy that I just can’t deal with them rn. I have a link to a gif, Jackson jumping into Mark’s arms :) , so I’ll add that in later!

PHOTO LINK: https://dani-okem.tumblr.com/post/160701529358


9. Ok but I really think they fit together so well sometimes~ Like their heights aren’t monumentally different but it’s enough that they look good together. SO there’s that sly BUTT tap and then the blessed hand moves up to the lower back (i like ur style boy) and eventually falls off the waist when they stop in front of the fans. Mark is totally guiding Jackson here and it seems like he’s 100% a-ok with it. Oh and there’s definitely some smiles going on here! I wish we had more concerts but the fanmeets are still great but there’s something about concerts that really let otps shine.

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10. VIDEO— ITS THE FINAL ONE Y’ALL AND ITS A FAVE BC I’VE BROUGHT IT UP A FEW TIMES. (lol I still get pissed every time I remember that I posted the screenshots on my old baeksoo account instead of this one but oh whale:) ) anyways I just love love love this bc it was so fleeting but so memorable. I know Mark was running around messing with everyone during this time (and that he did something similar to JB) but this was something special for Jackson. There was NO SPACE between them and their heads were so so so close. And then there were lots of giggles and smiling and DID YOU NOTICE THAT JACKSON HITCHED HIS LEG UP WHICH IN TURN BROUGHT MARK’S LEG HIGHER AND BY DEDUCTION, THEIR HIPS CLOSER?? bc I did. bc I know that. and it’s true. AND THEN AS MARK (the little tease) LEFT, JACKSON TRIED TO KEEP HIM THERE!! GRABBED AT HIS WAIST!!  I just want to know what on earth was going through Mark’s head when he decided to go and lay flush against his group member. seriously tho. but 11/10 would recommend them recreating this, in the presence of a solid 1080p filming camera preferably. 

PIC LINK: http://bangtancity.tumblr.com/post/144433607756/ss-baeksoo-you-can-see-that-jackson-brought-up

VIDEO LINK: http://awesomemeowww.tumblr.com/post/127118208761/jackson-doesn-t-want-mark-to-leave-so-he-was-about

Night Owls - Bucky Barnes p.1

Hello internet! I’m sorry if this sucks, it’s the first time I publish something mine so please, be gentle :) If there are some errors, tell me because english isn’t my mothertongue. Sorry if it’s too long but it’s worth it, trust me.

                                    BUCKY BARNES X READER

Summary: lately you’ve been having trouble sleeping, but you’re not the only one. Maybe someone can help you with your problem.

Warnings: nothing really, just the start of something extremely fluffy

Originally posted by jamesbuchananbarnesisbae

PART TWO PART THREE

I was neither a light nor heavy sleeper. My nights would always be the same: a long straight sleep and maybe if I were lucky, I’d dream something. Obviously the dreams would change with time and I’d never dream the same in months. In the morning was always difficult to get out of bed but I felt awake in a good way. No more bags under my eyes and a bright smile every day to make everyone happier.
Lately all this changed. I would go to bed late, as usual, but the straight sleep was long gone. It happened gradually. The first time I woke just once, stirred and then fell back to sleep. Unfortunately that wasn’t my only experience. The awakenings would happen more than once, separated by one or two hours each, so I felt like I had slept for a couple of minutes and then had fallen back asleep. The mornings were getting rough, getting out of bed was even more tiring and the dark circles under my eyes had appeared again. My back started to hurt and my head to ache; I was getting stressed more and more every day and everyone around me too, but there was an exception: Bucky Barnes.
Usually the halls in the tower would be silently empty unless he was around. Bucky didn’t sleep (I had asked more than once the reason but he would shrug his shoulders and tell me ironically that ‘he had enough sleep in cryo’; after a while I stopped asking, not wanting to annoy), he’d stay wide awake all night pacing around, in the kitchen drinking tea or in his room, where I had never set foot in all my life.


One of these tremendous nights, I decided that maybe a hot drink would help me get back on track. So, I got out of bed and went straight into the kitchen. As I turned the light on, I nearly jumped as a figure appeared from the dark sitting quietly by the table. I sighed and dropped the hand that was covering my mouth to muffle the bloody scream that would have eventually escaped if I didn’t recognize the person.
“Damn, you scared the shit out of me” I told him off, his eyes looking at me vaguely before a small smile formed on his lips. I put some water to boil and asked if he wanted some but he declined, still staring at his coffee cup. I frowned, but let the worry go away easily, he was probably just as tired as me. I sat at the table scoffing and covered my face with my hands. “Ugh. I’m sooo tired”
Me and Bucky had kind of a really good friendship going on and we often talked. I was one of the few people that tried to make him feel as comfortable as possible when he first started living with us and I had definitely succeeded. Well, he was still a very quite person but I had helped him break the ice. Knowing this, I was a little concerned that he didn’t talk to me or at least answered me with just 'yes’ or 'no’.


“What’s wrong?” I asked, after looking between my fingers and noticing that he didn’t even smile or gaze in my direction after my comment. Bucky shrugged his shoulders and still stared at his coffee cup.
“Can’t sleep.”
“Other than that.” I reached for his hand across the table and covered it with mine, squeezing gently  when his eyes met mine “You know you can tell me” Bucky sighed.
“I tried to sleep, didn’t work.” his gaze returned to its previous position. I was going to take both of his hands in mine when I remembered my tea and had to get up to pour it in my cup. As I sat back down and took a sip of my hot drink, I spoke again.
“And why is that?” he stayed silent for a while, judging if it was a good idea to tell me the truth or just change the subject of the conversation when he still had the chance.
“I had a nightmare” he explained quickly, not wanting to deepen the argument.
“Don’t you wanna try to sleep again? You might not dream anything.” I really wanted to help him but his answers were so short that I had to annoy him for a while longer to give him an advice. At the same time, I didn’t want to end the conversation there by being annoying so, I tried to soften my tone the best way possible and continue my 'interrogation’.


Bucky straighten in his seat before looking at me and whispering “Whenever I.. when I close my eyes I keep seeing them.” he explained after leaning on the table with his elbows. By the confused look on my face he spoke again. “The victims. The people I killed..I remember all of them and the memories.. they are haunting me.”
My mouth fell open slightly. I was so shocked by how broken he was and how I couldn’t help him in any way. I decided not to speak and just take his hands in mine, maybe he needed a little love. He smiled softly, squeezing my hand in a gentle manner. My eyes darted to the clock on the wall.


2:39 am.


I got up from my seat and Bucky’s head moved to keep looking at me. I sighed before speaking “I’m gonna go try and sleep.” he nodded and dropped his head before giving me one last look.
“Well, good luck.” I smiled nodding my head and got out of the kitchen, hoping he would call me to  convince me to stay a while longer “The light.” I heard his deep voice but was a little disappointed by the context. I did as I was told, leaving Bucky in the dark, but half way through my walk back to my room I realised I have had enough. I had problem sleeping, he did too. Why shouldn’t I benefit from it?
I immediately turned around and went straight into the kitchen, blinding Bucky in the process for the sudden light in the room. “Look, I know this may sound weird but, do you perhaps want to try falling asleep with me? It may work.”
My awkward smile at the end probably convinced him as he nodded his head with a lopsided smile. “I would be honoured.” I chuckled. Courage was definitely one of my perks.

Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute
Secret Love Song (Louis Tomlinson Imagine)

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REQUEST: (from Anon) You’re a famous singer and you and Louis have been dating for about a year and you come out with your relationship imagine? Love your blog btw x 💛💕

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Being Y/N Y/L/N has its pros and cons. A pro of it is being able to travel the world while doing what I love the most… singing. Singing is just one thing, but singing songs written by me, for me, and with me is a whole other level.

Another pro is finding the love of my life during an award show, where he and his bandmates won against me for best music video.


*Flashback*

“And the winner for Best Music Video is…” Rihanna says through the mic. Each tear on the envelope sending chills down my spine.

I was nominated for my music video for “Salute”. My opponents include Zayn’s “Pillowtalk”, Maroon 5’s “Don’t Wanna Know” and One Direction’s “Night Changes”. The competition was tough but I really wanted to win this award. I gave my everything on that song and its music video and winning will pay off the hard work.

The air became almost non-existent when I heard Rihanna shout One Direction. It felt like the air was physically punched out of my system. But with the cameras filming our reactions, I had to fake a smiling face and clap for the winner.

During the after party, I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate my Best Female Singer award and socialize with everyone on the room. My manager just forced me to attend as to not start speculations of me being a sore loser or what not. The lose really took a toll on me. The worst thing was… I only lost to them by 5 votes! I mean… 5 votes?! It really bummed me out.

“Hello?” Someone said, shaking me out of my frustrated thoughts.

“What?” I said, shaking my head to bring me back to reality.

“I’m sorry.” The person said. I looked at the person and saw none other than Harry Styles.

“No.. I’m sorry. Just really not in the mood to be here.” I said honestly.

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that love. But my friend Louis right there was just too nervous to meet you, and seeing your reaction tonight about the award, he was really to scared to approach you.” He said, pointing towards Louis’s direction. Louis had a sheepish smile raising his hand as a sign of hello, which may I say was adorable.

“Was it really that obvious?” I asked nervously.

“Just a little.” Louis said. I didn’t even notice his appearance up until now.

“I’m really sorry.” I said genuinely.

“It’s alright love.” He said with that same sheepish smile.

That night, I got to know him better. We didn’t even notice that we were already conversing without Harry.

I silently thanked my manager for forcing me that night.

Because that night was the start of something great.

**


A few months and a few dates after that award show, we started dating officially and up until now, Louis and I are still going strong. Although with our situation, with both of us always being under the limelight, we decided to keep our relationship to ourselves for the meantime. Only our closest friends and family knew of our relationship.

That was the con of everything. The line between my private life and public life was almost invisible. Rumors after rumors of us dating have been published but we just shake them off, saying that we were just really good friends.

In a few weeks, we’ll be celebrating our first year anniversary. I’ve been working my ass off at the studio for the special gift that I was about to give the man that makes me smile every second of every day.

A song about us.

“Guess who?” said that voice that I knew very much, him covering my eyes with his very soft and fragile hands.

“Louis William Tomlinson, I’m so stressed so please let me see your beautiful face so that I can kiss it.” I said. He finally let go and turned the office chair that I was sitting on and gave me a peck on the lips.

“So, why did you ask me to meet you here?” He said, taking a seat on my right, Greg, my producer sitting on my left.

“Listen to this. “ I said as Greg played the song that I wrote with him.

When you hold me in the street

And you kiss me on the dance floor

I wish that it could be like that

Why can’t it be like that? Cause I’m yours

The song started playing, Louis passionately listening to the newly recorded song. I wasn’t listening to the song because I was busy reading Louis’s expressions.

I wrote this song for him and for us. I couldn’t stand not being able to show everyone how much I am in love with this Doncaster boy.

We keep behind closed doors

Every time I see you, I die a little more

Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls

It’ll never be enough

It’s obvious you’re meant for me

Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly

Every second, every thought, I’m in so deep

But I’ll never show it on my face

Tears started streaming down Louis’s face. He wiped it as unnoticeable as possible but I was still able to catch his small gesture. The song ended with a few tears pooling in his eyes yet with a huge smile on his face. He just shook his head and kissed me.

After regaining himself, he thanked Greg and asked if he’d be kind enough to let us talk privately. Greg nodded and left the room, patting Louis’s shoulder and congratulating him.

“When are you going to put the song out?” He asked.

“I’m not sure. Why?” I asked.

“Do it within the week or so.” He ordered.

“Are you sure? This soon? Why?”

“Because I want to shout it from the rooftops from now on. I’m yours and you’re mine.”

**


We decided to tell everyone of our relationship during our James Corden’s Late Late Show appearance, which coincidently, we were both on at the same time. The song was a huge hit and people caught on the meaning of the song causing ruckus here and there with regards to who the song was about.

On the day of the filming of the Late Late Show interview, Louis and I were sat beside each other on the couch, just the two of us. James was in front of us asking questions about our career plans for the next few months from now, until my new song was mentioned.

“So Y/N… A little birdie told me that your new song is about a certain someone called the Swag Master of Doncaster. Care to explain?” James asked showing a photo of us exiting the studio with Louis’s arm protectively and lovingly around my waist. I started blushing, my cheeks heating up quicker than normal.

I didn’t say a word. I just simply held Louis’s hand and smiled.

James let out a loud chuckle and that was it.

We were officially a couple in the public eye… and we couldn’t be happier.

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A/N :  So I don’t know if it’s good but here we go. Sorry I took so long to publish this, I had a lot of things going on lately. I hope you’ll enjoy it ! Feedbacks are more than welcome ! ;p 

Also, there are a few references to supernatural but nothing that you can’t understand if you don’t watch the series, don’t worry.

Word count : 1522

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You had to, you had to protect them, it was your duty

The pack, Scott’s pack, it was the one who saved you. They took you in without even hesitating. You couldn’t return home, heaven, it was your home. You were an angel of the Lord, not the blond, blue eyes kind of way, the warrior one. Your existence consisted in fighting for God and his creation. The thing was, you couldn’t anymore, you couldn’t take orders from selfish, manipulated angels who would do anything to take full control of Heaven and Earth. So you ran, you shut the angels’ radio and went on your own way. 

Except that Heaven doesn’t let anyone go that easily…

** 6  months later **

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Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 6)

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Part 5

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Madison smirked as she looked at you and Harry. 

Your eyes widen and you felt your heart drop into your stomach. “M-Madison what are you doing here?” You said quickly. 

“Oh, I followed you. You were acting a bit strangely, so I just wanted to make sure you were alright,” she said. 

Harry looked at you and then over at her. 

“Oh, forgive me, I’m being incredibly rude. I’m Madison. I work with Y/N,” she said holding out her hand. 

“Hi,” Harry said looking at you. He could tell that you were freaking out on the inside and that this wasn’t good for you that you were being seen with him. 

“You followed me?” You said. “I can’t believe you and this- this isn’t what it looks like,” 

“And what does it look like exactly?” She smirked. 

“We’re not on a date or something. We’re uh… doing a follow-up article,” you lied. 

“Follow-up article?” She laughed. “The one where you completely trashed him and said he sucked?” 

“You mean the one that you wrote?” you smirked. 

“I-I didn’t write that. I’m just simply your editor,” she said quickly. “And as your editor, I’m pretty sure that you know that you have to run ideas through me first.” 

“Well, I uh… I was, but I wanted to make sure Harry was on board with the article first before I pitched the idea to you,” you lied. 

“Well, then Harry, on you on board with this new article?” She asked him. 

“I uh… yeah… I am,” he coughed. 

“Excellent,” she smiled. “And it’s good to know that you were working and not on a date because that would violate our company’s policy and I would hate to have to let you go over something like sleeping with a client.” 

“Yeah, you don’t have to worry about that, so if you don’t mind we need to get back to our meeting,” you said with a smile. 

“Oh, right, we’ll don’t take too long okay, we need you back at the office,” she said. “Since this is your first day back.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon,” you sighed. 

“Great, and it was wonderful to meet you, Harry,” she said touching his shoulder. 

“Yeah, same here,” he said shrugging her hand off. 

Madison turned around and walked out the door and Harry looked over at you. 

“What the hell was that about?” He asked. 

“That was Madison,” you rolled your eyes. “The bitch at the office.” 

“I can see why she has that reputation,” he mumbled. 

“Yep and now she’s probably going to start a rumor that I’m sleeping with you or something and now I’m gonna have to come up with another article to write about you,” you groaned. 

Harry sighed. “I know that us being together would cause an issue, but what if you went to your boss and just told her about us,” he said. “You only wrote that one article about me, so am I still really considered a client.” 

“Yes, because at any time our magazine could write something about you,” you sighed. 

“I remember when I first met you, you said that you didn’t want to work there anymore, so would it really be all that bad if you came clean about us,” he said. 

“Yes, it would be,” you said. “Working there is my job, it pays my bills. I can’t just jeopardize that.” 

“I understand that, but how long are you just going to pretend that we’re not together?” He asked. “Because as long as you work there, you can’t technically be with me.” 

“Are you seriously asking me to quit my job?” You asked. “Because in case you didn’t realize, we’re not all millionaires Harry. Some of us actually have to go to a nine to five office job and live pay check to pay check.” 

“Of course I know that, but I also know that there are other jobs out there that you can do. My sister is a freelancer, she can help you, I’m sure of it. And I can help you financially if you need it,” he said. 

You looked at him. “Harry, we’ve only been dating for a few weeks, I would never ask you for money,” you said. “I’m not someone who needs a man to take care of them.” 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he sighed. “I’m lucky enough that I get to do what I love and I want you to be able to do the same. When I talked about traveling the world and writing pieces on that, your whole face lit up and I saw the longing for doing that. Maybe this is your chance to finally do that and you wouldn’t have to hide anything.” 

“I don’t know,” you sighed looking down. 

“You don’t have to decide now, love, but its just something to think about,” he whispered. 

**

After lunch, you quickly went back to the office. You weren’t exactly looking forward to it and you would have much rather spent time with Harry, although after the little run in with Madison everything sort of shifted a bit between you. 

You understood where Harry was coming from. You didn’t want to hide your relationship with him forever, but you couldn’t just lose your job over it. But he was right, you didn’t want to work for the magazine anymore because it wasn’t something that you believed in. However, he had to realize that not everyone was as lucky as he was to be able to get a chance to live out his dream. 

And his offer to help you out with money if you needed, it was very generous, but you couldn’t believe he would offer that. You didn’t want his money and you definitely didn’t want to look like you were living off of it. 

You were at your desk contemplating everything that you completely forgot that you now had to come up with an article to write up about Harry about. It shouldn’t have been that hard, but you were trying to come up with an idea that Madison couldn’t possibly twist into making you look bad again. 

You were chewing on your pen when you heard someone knock on your office door. When you looked up, you saw your boss standing there. You quickly sat up and put your pen on the desk. 

“H-Hi, Rachel,” you said quickly. 

“Good afternoon, Y/N,” she said. “Do you have a minute?” 

“Yes, of course,” you nodded.

She walked in and shut the door behind her. That was never a good sign. Whatever she wanted to talk about was serious and private. She walked over and sat down at the extra chair by your desk and you turned your chair to face her. 

“Y/N, it’s come to my attention that you’ve been a little off lately,” she said. 

“What do you mean?” You asked confused. 

“Well, you’ve been working from home more, there’s been reports of you and your editor having arguments, and now I’m hearing that you’re working on pieces without getting the proper approvals,” she said. “And there may be some fraternization with a client.” 

You bit the inside of your lip to hold back the anger that was building inside of you. You knew who was behind this and you wanted nothing more than to walk into her office and give her a piece of your mind, but you knew that if there was any hope of saving your job that would ruin it. 

“I have been going through some personal things lately,” you admitted. “But I don’t feel it’s affected my work.” 

“Y/N, you’re one of our best journalists and I would hate to lose you, but I think it would better for yourself if you took some time off,” she said. 

“Are you firing me?” You asked. 

“No, not at all. You said you’re going through some personal things, so I’m suggesting you take a few weeks off,” she said. 

“But what about my deadlines?” You asked. 

“If you have any pieces finished, we’ll edit those and publish them when they were originally due to be published, but if not, Madison will assign those to someone else within the company,” she said. 

“Do I get a choice in this?” You sighed. 

“I’m afraid not,” she said. “You can start this afternoon.” 

You sat back in your chair as she got up to leave. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You were being forced to take time off and you weren’t even the one doing anything wrong. You shut down your computer and grabbed your bag, along with the flowers that Harry had sent earlier that day. 

You walked right past Madison’s office without saying a word and headed straight out of the office. You were livid. You were so upset that you found yourself tearing up as you drove. You didn’t want to go home and be by yourself, so you drove straight to Harry’s house. 

**

When you got to his house, Harry was already opening the door and taking you into his arms. Angry tears were streaming down your face as he carried you over to the couch in the living room. 

“I’m so fucking pissed!” You said. “God, she just- I don’t know why but she wants to fucking ruin my life and she’s on the way there.” 

“What happened?” He asked. 

“When I got back to the office, my boss came in to talk to me,” you sniffed wiping your eyes. “She said I’d been acting off lately and that I should take a few weeks off to deal with any sort of personal matter that might be affecting my work.” 

“She didn’t even give you a choice?” He asked.

“Nope, she tried to act like she was doing me a favor,” you scoffed. 

He sighed. “I’m so sorry baby,” he whispered. “I feel horrible for you and I know I’m not exactly helping with what I said at lunch.” 

“But you were right,” you sighed. “I don’t want to work there anymore, I haven’t wanted to work there for a while, but I just can’t quit or lose my job there, not until I’ve at least found something else.” 

“Well, maybe you should use the time you’re being forced to take off to look for something else,” he said. “Maybe I could help, I have friends that are journalists.” 

“I would love to take you up on that offer, but I don’t want to seem like I’m using you,” you whispered. 

“Hey, baby, you’re not using me. You’re my girlfriend and I care about you, me helping you and being there for you is not the same thing as using me. Using me would if you were only with me because of who I am and the connections I have and not having any feelings towards me,” he said. 

“Well, I obviously have feelings for you,” you laughed laying your head on his shoulder. 

“That’s good to know,” he joked laying his head on top of yours. “But you know, with you having the next few weeks off, you’re more than welcome to join me when I travel for promo. I know you decided to come with me to Paris, but if you want to come with me to New York and LA, I would love that.” 

“Wouldn’t it be a little crazy with me going though?” You asked. “I mean I know the last time you were in New York fans were following you, don’t you think it might be worse if I’m there?” 

“It might be, but we can figure things out and trust me when I saw that I would never let anyone hurt you or put you in danger,” he said. 

“I know,” you smiled. “And if you want me to go, then I’ll go.” 

“Really? You will,” he perked up. 

“Of course, I know how big those weeks are going to be for you and I want to be there to support you. Besides, it’s not like I’ll have anything to do here and I’d hate to be away from you for that long,” you smiled. 

“Yes!” He smirked pulling you onto his lap. “I can’t wait! I’m going to plan all sorts of things for us to do,” he smiled. 

“Not too many things. You’ll have your own things to do,” you said. 

“I will, but I’m going to make time for you,” he smiled. 

You giggled,” Now that, that’s settled, shall we put a movie in?” 

“We could… or we could…” he smirked leaning to kiss you. 

You giggled into the kiss and turned your body so that you were facing him in a more comfortable position. 

That day was such a stressful day, but having Harry to confide him meant everything to you. It was then that you started to realize that you were on your way to falling in love with Harry Styles and you were both terrified and thrilled. 

Part 1 - Down the Voltage Rabbit Hole

Lately it seems that everything I write ends up never seeing the light of day so I wanted to write something fun, that might actually get read. If you guys like it I’ll continue the story. 

Let me know what you think!


I woke up, eyes bleary, head pounding in a hospital bed I’d never been in, but could have sworn I’d seen before. As I rubbed my eyes, I racked my brain to try and remember how I’d gotten here, but could only come up with fragmented moments on the subway platform. It was a fair assumption to say that I’d passed out. Something like that had happened to me once before, and upon coming to had left me feeling very similar.

“It’s good to see you’re up.”

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FIC: Infodere Ch 2

This story was formerly know as Lost Treasure of the Zapotec but I hated that title so in the thousand years that have elapsed since chapter 1, I have changed it. Hope no one minds.

Hope you enjoy this one and chapter 1 can be found here for those that haven’t read it 



Her back arched at the sensation. Hair like fire tickled her thighs. She gasped as strong hands grasped her under her hips lifting her towards his mouth, her breath coming in gasps. His tongue worked gently but persistently and she could feel the muscles of her stomach and thighs tighten as her climax built. One of his hand reached up and caressed her breast and she brought a hand down and ran it through the red hair.

A loud crash jerked Claire awake. She blinked dazed and struggled to sit up. She was breathing heavily, sheened in sweat which wasn’t entirely to do with the tropical heat. She looked around as she realized where she was and who exactly the red hair and wandering hands belonged to. She blushed further when she realized that all that separated her from the man in her dream was two thin walls of canvas and six inches of grass between the tents. Pulling herself together she grabbed a pair of sweatpants and dragged them on, as she headed out to investigate the commotion.

Running across the clearing to where a crowd had begun to gather, she pushed her way to the front. One of the equipment trailers, which had arrived with the last of the convoy at dusk and had therefore not yet been unloaded had been forced open and some of its contents were flung about. Only the top layer seemed to be disturbed however.

“Wi’ the racket they were making, they’d no have any time to really find whatever it is they were looking for. What’s in this trailer, Sassenach?” Jamie turned to her in question and it took her a moment to realise he meant her.

“Oh, erm, this one..” She shone a torch into the trailer “Reference materials mostly. Dr Moreno’s stuff from the university.” She was referring to the cultural anthropologist from the National Autonomous University of Mexico, who along with Jamie, Claire and a physical anthropologist, Dr Zapote, made up the senior team overseeing the dig.

“Maybe they thought there was something else in her?” She wondered out loud. Jamie made a Mmmmph noise in the back of his throat and Claire fought the urge to laugh at such a thoroughly Scottish sound here in the middle of the Mexican rain forest, surrounded by the remains of another, very different culture.

“Well, we’ll lock this up the best we can and I’ll maybe talk to the camp manager in the morning about having some extra security here at night.”

Claire made her way back to her tent and laid there in the dark listening to the sounds of the camp. She heard Jamie come back to his own tent sometime later. She could him him rustling around as he undressed and her stomach flipped slightly.

“Damn it, Beauchamp” she murmured into the dark turning on her side

Breakfast had been eaten and after several hours of frantic activity which involved the arrival of the archeology students from the local university who would along with a group of interns do the majority of the actual digging and cataloguing, and Dr Zapote the physical anthropologist they gathered for a site briefing before the dig began in earnest.

“Okay,” Claire’s voice was clear and rang out across the clearing. Jamie leaned against a trailer drinking coffee and watching her. “We need to lay out some very strict rules for this dig. This is an area of immense cultural significance to the indigenous community. We have been invited here. Very strict protocols must be observed when it comes to the excavations. First up, nothing bigger than the palm of your hand comes out of the ground without running it by Dr Moreno or one of his team. They will decide if it needs special handling or if it is not appropriate for it to be handled by someone outside the Zapotec community. You photograph, document and only when you have permission do you bring it out of the ground. “ Claire looked around the assembled group, catching eyes and trying to impress the importance of her words. “This goes double if you find human remains. We have no idea what this area was used for. As a result in the case of any bones, photograph, document and haul ass to Dr Zapote, here. He and his team will make all decisions about how these finds should be treated. There are to be no exceptions to this. This might make this dig slower than some that you might have worked on, but ethics are important in archaeology, as is the understanding that we show respect to the past.”

She continued, introducing the various team leaders, outlining protocols and assigning teams. She was lovely, but there was something slightly ferocious about her, something wild and untamed. She fascinated Jamie more than any other woman he had ever met. It wasn’t just her intellect, formidable though it was. As an academic her knew any number of intensely gifted women, his last girlfriend, Geneva had been a highly published sociologist, but Claire was different. His reaction to her at first meeting had caught him off kilter.

“Dr Fraser?” He started as he realised she was looking at him along with 65 archaeologists, 8 technicians, 4 physical anthropologists and cultural anthropologist. He shook his head.

“Sorry, could you just repeat that, Dr Beauchamp?”

Claire rolled her eyes a little but she was smiling.

“I said, would you like to explain our documentation and classification process?”

“Oh aye, sorry.” He stepped forward then, explaining the paperwork that should be completed for the different artefacts and how they should be then packed for shipping to the museum in Mexico City.

By the end of the week the first trench had been dug and a significant number of small items recovered. So far they had found the usual expected items, pottery, household items and a smattering of jewellery, but they boded well for more significant finds to come. The camp sat scattered across the clearing in sociable groups, chatter in Spanish, Portuguese and English drifting through the air. Jamie sat down next to Claire on ground close to their tents. He held out a bottle of beer to her and she took it with a nod of thanks.

“You happy with the finds?” he asked?

Claire nodded as she took a swig of beer.

“I think so. There was definitely something here beyond just the pyramid, but what we’ve found so far don’t really tell us much more than that. I’m hoping the second trench will give us some structures, or at least some slightly more quantifiable artefacts. We only have a limited permit to dig here and without some significant finds it will be hard to justify our presence. There are plenty who don’t want excavations here. Its why the protocols matter so much.”

“Aye, and then there’s the legends?” Claire laughed slightly at this and chinked her bottle against his.

“The great lost treasures. Ha. Those stories are just that. If anyone seriously believed those stories someone would have dug here long before now, permits or not. There were plenty of people with less scruples about desecrating indigenous sites in the past. Our knowledge of the past is practically founded on it.” Her voice was wry and she pulled a slight face at this.

“True” He replied, slowly. “And there still are.” Claire followed his gaze towards the trailer that had been broken open a week earlier.

“You can’t seriously think…?” she practically stuttered in her incredulity. “That people might actually think…? That we ‘know’ something? Oh God that is too ridiculous, we are a serious fieldwork team not Indiana Jones style treasure hunters. God…”

“Aye, Sassenach.” was his measured response. “We ken that, but there might be others that don’t. Most people dinna realise that 90% of archaeology is digging up wee bit of pottery and trying to glue them back together. How many times have ye been asked if you’re like Lara Croft?” Claire threw her head back and laughed at this statement.

“Honestly, more than once. And I bet you get the Indiana Jones thing all the time don’t you?” She was grinning at him now. “Especially in that hat.” She nudged him cheekily in the ribs and he nudged her back. They stayed like that for a moment, both leaning against the other, savouring the warmth of the person next to them as the night cooled, both overcome with how *right* it felt. Almost without thinking Claire shifted slightly bringing her body closer to Jamie’s so that they were flush along their sides and rested her head on his shoulder. Jamie shifted in time, his arm coming round her back, bringing her close to him. Neither of them spoke, they just looked out over the camp, watching the lamps sway in the gloaming light. A shriek of laughter from the group nearest to them made them both jump and made them suddenly aware of their intimacy. Jamie turned to Claire, meaning to apologise but instead found her mouth against his. Without hesitation he returned her kiss, the heat of her lips and tongue making his stomach flip. His hands ran across her back as hers came up around his neck pulling him closer to her as she bit his lip gently. She leaned back pulling her down with him onto the grass.

“Jamie” she murmured against his neck as she moved down and kissed his throat. “Jamie”

It had been dark in that part of the camp, neither had brought a lamp when they sat down and the nearest group was far enough away that the light did not reach them. They could have been alone in the world as he kissed her, and she kissed him in the darkness.

She didn’t know what had prompted her to do it. Claire was not one for kissing men for no good reason, especially ones that she had to live in very close proximity for the next few months. But there was something about him that defied her conscious thought. She hadn’t planned to kiss him, she hadn’t even realised she was going to kiss him until the moment their lips met and it was too late by then. The weight of him above her as they kissed felt like home and his soft kisses with a hint of promise made her blood pound in her ears.

But then suddenly he was gone. He was on his feet and pulling her to hers. Light flashed around them as a row of tents went up in flames. Jamie went to move towards the commotion when gun shots rang out. Quickly changing course he turned and headed into the cover of the rainforest dragging Claire behind him. He came to a stop about 200 metres from the camp, so suddenly that they collided. The forest around them was full of people fleeing and screaming. Claire looked towards the camp and saw the main tent catch fire. She made to run towards it,  but Jamie caught her arm.

“No, mo nighean donn” he murmured into her ear, holding her close to his body both in protection and restraint.

“But the equipment,  the finds…” She was twisting in his arms trying to free herself but she could not overpower him. He pulled her closer murmuring comforting sounds into her ear, in what she guessed was Gaelic, And around her the world burned.

CAN’T FEAR YOUR OWN WORLD Part 3 Full Translation.

TN: When this third part was released on the Bleach/Jump+ app, Narita tweeted that “main house” was written in place of “branch house” in one line, I’ve spotted that line and made those amendments in my translation below already. He apologised for any confusion and has stated this will be corrected in the printed book version. Also sorry this is really late but I got super busy again but I thought I should finish this translation up now since the next part comes out at midnight tonight on the app. Very long chapter btw.


Chapter 2

 

Several days later - Rukongai.

Hisagi Shūhei is engaged in two different occupations at the same time.

One of those occupations is his professional duties as Squad 9 vice captain, which everyone knows.

The other is being the editor-in-chief of the Seireitei Communication.

Seireitei Communication is a public institution magazine that is occasionally circulated throughout​ Seireitei and as far as some parts of Rukongai, it is basically under the management of the 9th division.

Naturally, it ought to be treated as equal occupations, but because the nature of the work differs too greatly from primary Shinigami duties, it was in effect, perceived by society as something akin to a side job.

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Swept Away, Part 1

Originally posted by sensitivehandsomeactionman

Characters: Dean Winchester (23 years old, so preseason 1), Reader. (future x reader) mentions of John, Sam and Reader’s family.

Warnings: ANGST, Dean’s self worth problems, severe injury, canon level violence. Mention of medications for pain and anxiety. Also, abuse of John Winchester’s parenting skills. This part is PG-13 but will be at least R in future parts. (Also credit to whoever made the gif, its not mine. I found it on Google.)

Summary: John sends Dean to the mountains of Agness, Oregon alone to track a possible werewolf. What he finds turns out to be a little more than he can handle. Dean is left wondering if his father set him up to fail.

A/N: So, this was written for @mamaredd123‘s Angst Appreciation Day Challenge, Shred All the Hearts. My prompt was to use the song ‘Listen to Your Heart’ by Roxette and to rip peoples hearts out. I hope I deliver on this request. I’m late as hell and I deeply apologize. This is only the first part, but there is plenty of angst here to enjoy.


I know there’s something in the wake of your smile.
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.
You’ve built a love but that love falls apart.
Your little piece of heaven turns too dark.

It was a sunny, warm day in Agness, Oregon, and you couldn’t get a Roxette song out of your head. You had no idea why it was stuck on replay, but it wasn’t unusual for your brain to taunt you in this way. Wisps of thin clouds that look like they’ve been painted on a bright blue sky float by on a cool breeze. A promise that the temperature will drop nearly thirty degrees when the sun goes down due to the proximity of the mountains. You like the feeling of freedom that the place gives you, but you could do without the dramatic drops in temperature.

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BTS reaction to when their S/O’s uses really corny pick up jokes on them

Request said:  Bts reaction to while on a date, their s/o using a really corny pick up line on them.


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Jin: Since it was Friday night, Jin decided to take you out on a dinner date. You guys sat down at your table and scanned the menu. “So..Jin” you started to say, “What?” asked a very curious Jin. “What do you call a group of unorganized cats?” you asked Jin. “Ummm I don’t know??…” said a confused Jin. “It is…” you started to laugh at your own joke. “What…come on don’t leave me hanging..” said a very inpatient Jin. “  A CAT-ASTROPHE!” you screamed with laughter. “Are you serious, Jagiya…that’s the lamest joke I’ve heard so far” he said laughing. 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Suga: It was a normal Saturday afternoon and since you guys didn’t really like to go out much, you guys decided to have your date at your own apartment. You ordered you favorite take out food and decided to watch a movie. You guys cuddle then out of a sudden you decided to tell Suga a really corny joke: “How many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?” you said.  Since he didn’t answer; you said. “TEN-TICKLES…Get it!” you finished laughing and him being angry because you made such a lame joke. 

Originally posted by minshoot

J-Hope: You guys were just enjoying yourselves company by watching a movie at your shared apartment and out of the blue you wanted to tell him a joke: “Why don’t they play poker in the jungle?” you asked. “Umm because its a jungle, Jagiya?”  responded Hoseok. “No! that’s not the answer” you said. “Then what is it, then?” asked a curious Hoseok. “Because they are to many cheetahs!” you said while laughing at your joke. Hoseok just laughed. 

Originally posted by hosoeks

Rap Monster: As you guys got of your planned date, you guys decided to go for something sweet, like ice scream. As you guys walked you decided to tell him a joke, just to break the ice and make things interesting “Why didn’t the toilet paper cross the road?” you asked.  He looked at you confused on why you are asking him this type of question ,so he answered “Because it got wet?” . “No! It’s because it got stuck on a crack”  you said. He laughed and then cringed. 

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Jimin:  Since you guys haven’t been together for a month,  you guys decided to have a fun date. You guys went on to Lotte World and have the time of your lives. But as you guys were heading back home and since it was very silent in the car you decided to go ahead and tell yourself a joke: “Why did the bicycle fall over?” you asked.  He looked at you trying to figure out why you were telling him such a joke. He did not answered , so you went ahead and told him. “Because it was two tired!” you said laughing to yourself and him laughing with you because he did not wanted to make you feel bad. 

Originally posted by softfluffytae

Taehyung (V): You guys just out of your out of your dinner date. You were walking around, hand in hand. So you faced V and decided to tell him a joke to cheer him up since he been feeling out of it this week. “What did the duck say to the bartender?” you said. A confused V looked at you and he just shrugged. “ I don’t know, Jagi” he said. “ He said: Put it on my bill” you laughed at yourself but V never understood the joke and stayed confused and he just smiled in order to not make you feel bad. 

Originally posted by beuits

JungKook: Since you been seeing a very sad Jungkook lately, you decided to plan a cute date for you two; in order to cheer him up. He decided to follow along and forget about certain things that’s been bothering him. You guys were happy eating a bowl of Bibimbap, when you decided to whisper a joke, just for the two of you could hear. “ What do you call an alligator in a vest?”. there was a silence and since he was waiting for your answer ,you said “An-In-Vest-Igator” you said and while waiting for his reaction he said: “Are you serious Jagiya, I heard better ones before” he smiled. “Well at least I saw your smile!” you said sounding happy.

Originally posted by hi-and-love

*Author’s Note*: These jokes aren’t mine credit to to the publisher + Owner

A letter to Terry Pratchett

alright, how to do this. Since i was 12 my favorite author has always been Terry Pratchett. His Tiffany Aching series shaped who i am today, and i hold his writing above all other writing. i always fantasized about meeting him and telling him how much his writing meant to me and how grateful i was. And then he died the day before my 17th birthday. and god, i wept. i completely broke down. it took me a while to recover, and even longer to find the words, but i wrote him this letter, and i thought i’d put it by the terry pratchett memorial next time i came to london (i live in denmark), but by the time i came the memorial had been painted over. and so this letter has been sitting in my documents folder for a long time, and i feel like that iis wrong. i need to put it out there somewhere in the world - even if its just for closure. i watched the BBC documentary ‘back in black’ recently and i got the idea to publish the letter here, so i may live to regret this but here it comes; my badly written, far too long letter to a man who will never read it:


Dear Sir Terry Pratchett,

I don’t really know why I’m writing this letter. As things are, you’ll never read it, and even if you could, I don’t know if I’d dare give it to you. Or if I’d even dare approach you. You see (and you’ll probably disagree/dislike me for this/get miffed about this), you rank frighteningly high on my list of natural forces, my hierarchy of deities. You probably wouldn’t like that, rather a rising ape than a fallen angel, but that is how it is. I believe in a god, but you are closer to him in my accounts than you will ever be to me. Maybe that’s wrong, don’t put your heroes on pedestals and whatnot, but I don’t think I can stop it now. It’s just how it is. So I don’t really know why I’m writing this letter, or if anyone will ever read it, but I think I needed to do it. Get out all the things I will never get a chance to tell you. Very human, isn’t it?

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Invisible Boyfriend

Requested: You and Shawn break up and the fans really like you two together and want you to be together / You break up with Shawn and then get back together / Shawn and Y/n have broken up for a long time and they see each other again and he wants them to get back together and tries all he can

a/n: i decided to combine these prompts bc it made the most sense and it turned out much longer than anticipated !! Also, i wrote most of this at like 3am (which is my prime time to write lol) but i hope you enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated!!!🤗🤗

Your name: submit What is this?

“But Y/n,” Your best friend, Emily, slid her phone across the library table, “have you seen this?” 

           Without even picking your head up from your sociology book, you slid the phone back to her, “Don’t really care.”

           “You didn’t even––“

            “It had to do with Shawn,” You gave Emily a pointed look while she looked guilty.  You sighed as you capped your highlighter and rested it on your book, “We broke up almost a year ago, Em.”

           You were about to go back to taking notes, but Emily pulled away your book, “They still like you!”

            “They?” 

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Starry Eyed {NCT Mark Scenario}

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Anon: Mark scenario when your best friends and you are both sitting on the roof watching the stars. But then you confess to him your feelings and its SO FLUFFY AND AWKWARD. 😅😅 THANK YOU! - 🐢 anon 

Thank you for the request Turtle Anon! I’m so sorry it took such a long time; I suffered writer’s block unfournately :-( Hopefully you will enjoy this…

(I’ve used female pronouns in this imagine; I can publish a male one if someone would like it)

Word count: 1,476

Originally posted by ryuu

They were the typical childhood friends. Joint together at the hip since the very first day of nursery. The closest of friends. Grew up together. Went to school together. Went round each other’s houses every Friday for food. 

And also, like any other story like theirs, fell in love with each other. But, unlike any other story like theirs, it didn’t go as smoothly like expected… 


“Y/N!” A voice cried from behind you, their footsteps speeding up until eventually, they were walking at the same pace as Y/N. 

“Mark!” They teased back. They often teased each other like this. Their relationship was one more of fun and jokes, than deep, late-night conversations and seriousness. Although they had never spoken to one another in a “serious” way, the fact that knew each other since a young age, they were capable of reading each other’s face and knowing exactly what to do to make them feel better. Everyone knows it’s difficult to find such a friend and have such a relationship. 

“I can’t come tonight. I’m really-”, Mark began. 

“-Sorry?”, Y/N cut him off. She sighed heavily, stopping in her tracks. “Again? Again, Mark? Really? Who do you think I am?” She was beginning to get irritated now. This wasn’t the first time Mark had missed their Friday tradition. In fact this was this 8th time in 3 months. And it was always the same reason-

“I have practice! You know its important that I go”, Mark uttered, Y/N mouthing the same words. He always said exactly those words.

“Okay, whatever Mark”, she shifted in her place, bag over her shoulder. Mark avoided her gaze, staring at the floor and occasional looking up. It wasn’t like he wanted to miss this. but it was important that he had to. With a debut in the near future, any spare time practicing could make the whole difference in the end.  

Y/N’s eyes softened once she looked at Mark again. She could see the bags under his eyes, his hair was dry and ragged from the different hairstyle SM had tried on him. His clothes were rarely washed, he often wore the same thing day after day. despite being physically and mentally drained from all that practice, he was so determined to do well. And Y/N sympathized for him. At least, he apologized I guessed, she thought. He could've easily dumped me ages ago… She sighed internally.

“Just go, Mark. Eat and practice well!” She grinned at him, a smile also spreading across his face, as he sighed in relief. He reached forward, giving her a quick squeeze and kissing her forehead in a friendly manner. 

“Yes, yes I will. Thank you! Next time I promise!” And with that, Mark turned round and sped off in the opposite direction towards the SM building. It would be hours until Mark could sleep again; he’d be working way into the early hours of the next day.

Y/N sighed again, continuing to walk home. Her heart ached for Mark. It ached because he was working so hard and was so humble about his debut. It ached because he was working so hard, to the point he was over working himself. It ached because she just wanted things to be like before, where he could come over every week. It ached because she liked Mark in a way that Mark would never like her in too. It ached because she wanted Mark that much, but he didn’t want her.

Of course, she was happy for him. He was achieving all his greatest dreams, ones that most people could only dream of- he was one of the few where that dream would become a reality. But, she couldn’t help but feel jealous of him. He was going up in the world, and she was still in the same place as she was years ago. She knew that eventually he would have to leave her for good.


She lay on her house roof, staring up at the stars above. It was late and dark, only the sound of the traffic near by and crickets. She never really believed it when people said that nature calmed you; but it was seeming to work right now. Her mind was blank. For once, she wasn’t thinking about Mark or about her how life is boring compared to his or how she wasn’t really going to do much with her life in the future. 

Her phone rang suddenly, the screen lighting up brightly. Hand reaching out to grab it, she held the phone to her ear, not bothering to look at the caller ID. 

“Y/N?” The voice questioned.

“Mark!” She sat up abruptly, brushing her hair out of her eyes and patting it down as if he was right there before her. 

“Where are you? Can I meet you?”, Mark casually asked. “I’m not that tired right now”.

“Uh-uh sure. y-yeah, you can come over. I’m on my roof”, she said.

“I’m coming over. Don’t move”.


She lay on her house roof, staring up at the stars above. It was late and dark, only the sound of the traffic near by and crickets. But this time, her crush, Mark, was lying with her.

“Practice alright?” She asked, after an awkward silence. This was the first time ever that there had been an awkward silence between the two.

“Yeah, it was ok, thanks…” They slipped back into the awkward silence again.

Unlike before, where you could hear the traffic and crickets, Y/N’s heart was pumping now, from being so close to him. She was breathing raggedly, awkwardly playing with her fingers. The world had decided that it had too be now that Y/N started acting p because of her pointless crush.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Mark softly said, sitting up. “You’ve been actin weird around me lately- have I done something?”

You’ve made me develop feelings for you, you idiot, she thought. And you make me worried sick whenever you practice non-stop. Of course, she never said that to him.

“I dunno… I just, I’ve just been having these feelings I can’t really control anymore”, she breathed out. Her confidence had suddenly been drained from her. Was she really now going to confess to him?

“Come on, tell me about it. It’s good to get these things int the open”. Typical Mark. The happy virus. Always so caring.

After what seemed years, it slipped out: “I think I like you Mark”. It was soft and quit, but loud enough for Mark to hear.

“What?!” His eyes widened in shock.

“I-I, yeah I like you”, her eyes watered slightly.

“Why-why, why would you do that? Why now? Are you actually serious?” His voice was confused. Her heart dropped. no. No, no, no. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This wasn’t the way she had planned it to be. Now she had lost him for good. They’d never be able to get over this, would they?

Another awkward silence overcame them again. This time, it was more tense and thicker. Mark sat upright, staring in shock forwards, still recovering from Y/N’s confession. Y/N was now sitting up too, the tears in here eyes threatening to spill. 

“I’ll just go”, Y/N started to get up, her voice breaking slightly as she cursed herself over her mistake.

A hand held her back down, stopping her from getting up and going. “No, Y/N”, Mark softly whispered. “Please stay”.

“I’m sorry what I said came out harshly. It wasn’t meant to sound like that”, Mark attempted to reassure her. He attempted to save her from her embarrassment.

“No, no! It’s okay. It was stupid of me to say that. I shouldn’t have that. It was wrong and I see that now. We’re best friends, aren’t we? It should stay like that. I mean, you probably see me more as a sister than a girlfriend. It’s okay, I’ll get over it. At least, I really ho-” She began to ramble, the words never seeming to stop. The tears in her eyes were now overflowing and falling down her face. She attempted to mop them up with her sleeve at the same time. But she was cut off by Mark.

“I like you Y/N”.

Silence.

“What?”

He reached forward, wrapping his arms tightly around her and nestling his face into her neck.

he said it again. “I like you”.

Her eyes widened in shock, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

“I’m sorry I had to tell you like this, but I really do. I’ll make it up to you. Please forgive me” He nestled his face more into her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

“…But honestly? You’re crying? What a joke man!” He teased her. This was the Mark she knew and loved. But now he was her best friend and boyfriend.