i liked this at first but now it just looks like shit so im going to post it now before

Victor is interesting and I love him

Unreliable narrator is so damn fascinating (I have an obsession w/ perception vs reality), and Yuuri is probably the best example I’ve ever seen in my life. As such, all of our main characters (that being Yuuri, Victor, and Yuri) end up being a bit different than the original assumption, but the biggest change in our perception is probably Victor. And that’s one reason why I love him so much; the way his personality and intentions slowly reveal themselves over the course of the story is fantastically executed. 

The banquet reveal is genius, and I’ve probably said that before but I’m saying it again goddammit. I will never stop marveling at the fact that we had literally no context for Victor’s actions for the majority of the show and that one little detail blew away everything we thought we knew about Victor, and suddenly it was so obvious why Victor behaved the way he did. 

 Why this was his reaction to the video: 

 I actually got this foreboding feeling in my stomach the first time I saw the episode. I had watched the show for a max of 20 minutes and I was already like “DONT YOU HURT YUURI YOU BASTARD HES BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH” and now I know that the face is more like “you little shit, you keep me hanging for actual months and then you do this??? Playing with my heart??? Not making it to Worlds with that kind of skill??” And then more quietly “I’m still going to Japan tho" 

 Why he made this face before he got up: 

 I didn’t pay mind to it at first but after ep10 I was like,, hold up and I realized that poor Vitya looks absolutely terrified. He’s so fucking nervous. Victor’s psyching himself up and I don’t think the crooning of Yuuri’s name in a sec was fully intentional on his part?? Like he’s practically vibrating with excitement and it wouldn’t shock me if, while trying to hold in excited squealing and shouting etc etc, he used that energy to sing this boy’s name. 

 Why he saw the video and thought ‘coach’: 

 My actual first thought was "you fuckin presumptuous asshole. Greeting people naked. Assuming you’re good enough to train someone outta the blue. Why u see someone doing you’re routine and ur like 'OBVIOUSLY this person wants to be blessed with my guiding presence’ just like wtf dude” and boy was I Wrong™

 The flirtatiousness, of course, and why he was such a prick?? 

 Now I can’t stop laughing at this face HES SO FUCKIN PISSED. This is the “u aint shit” smile. he’s like “BITCH YOU BROUGHT ME HERE. FIRST THING YOU DO IS SCREAM IN MY FACE AND THEN RUN OFF. EXPECT TO BE COACHED AND NOT EVEN IN TOP FORM. WHO ARE YOU besides the love of my life

 Eros, of course, makes sense, and why after Yuuri was like "katsudon=eros” Victor then drank till dawn the next day 

 Poor thing omg 

 Oh, and my favorite, why he actually cried when Yuuri rejected sleeping with him: 

 I thought he was being over dramatic and that it was a joke!!! But no!!! Victor Nikiforov is actually crying alone on his first night in Japan, sleeping on a futon after the boy he’d been dreaming about and given up his whole life and career as he knew it for to be with rejected him unapologetically!!!! I wanna be dead

That’s the fun part tho; there was no way we could be interpreted Victor’s actions as anything different! How drastically differently we’ve come to view Victor really gets me. We needed that final piece of the puzzle to see how romantic, lovesick, sweet, affectionate, caring, and really truly afraid of Yuuri’s rejection Victor actually is. Not to mention his tendency towards depression. Victor is teasing, silly, affectionate, heart on his sleeve, yet so restrained in what he shows others from years upon years of dealing with the public and press. He relishes in new and surprising experiences but likes to have an overall plan. I don’t think he would randomly change jumps and sequences so naturally while performing as Yuuri does, just to see someone else’s reaction, or at least not as often. And again, we know now that his coming to Japan wasn’t fully spur-of-the-moment–he’s been thinking about it for so long by that point. Victor just needed one last push to go track down Yuuri. 

Victor isn’t affectionate with everyone, but only with certain people. Seriously, he only touches 3 people throughout the whole show: Yuuri, Yuri, and Yakov (you can probably guess who he’s the most physical with out of those 3). Poor baby must be so damn touch starved! No wonder he’s all over Yuuri; he’s craving romantic affection. Well, depending on your interpretation of Victor’s past he’s rather starved for genuine affection. My own theory is that he’s had many an odd sexual encounter in the past, but Yuuri is his first serious romantic relationship. He’s clingy and action-oriented and kinda doesn’t know how to act. That’s okay tho, Yuuri doesn’t know how this works either. 

Victor started out as being so cold and lonely; the only place he felt he could find any semblance of living or love was on the ice, but he felt he had to work alone to be able to survive. Yuuri and Victor are a lot alike in that way; they both loathe to accept help and turn inward to try and deal with issues. This obviously doesn’t always work, and sometimes you need a little help. They both had to learn through each other that that isn’t shameful or wrong–they can rely on others if need be for assistance. 

This is a super nice edition to the show, considering that a major theme of anxiety is shame around one’s own abilities and weaknesses. To see a model of growth like that is really fantastic. 

 So, overall, who we thought Victor was: 

Arrogant 

Playboy 

Highly sexually experienced (and likely romantically experienced) 

On top of the world 

(oh!! what I think is super interesting about these shots is that you can’t see Victor’s eyes. When you can’t see a character’s eyes, it implies hidden feelings or motive)

Asshole 

 Etc etc 

 And he turned out to be:  

Supportive 

Affectionate 

Emotionally clueless 

Silly 

Lonely 

Afraid of rejection 

(someone wrote a fantastic little meta about Victor during the ring exchange, read it here!) 

Starved for love, affection, and life 

And so, so infatuated with, lovesick for, and soon enough deeply in love with Yuuri Katsuki 

(This post really had no purpose…its just me talking about how much I love Victor Nikiforov)

SUPER TEXT LIST! (Texts From Last Night Inspired)

originally from frommemetoyou

  • [text] Are you lost?
  • [text] NO! That was a typo
  • [text] Did you buy it?
  • [text] I think I’m a mermaid
  • [text] I know it’s 3am, but come over and cook for me. 
  • [text] Too lazy to booty call, so have this text instead
  • [text] Need to bury a body, it’s urgent.
  • [text] Are you sure there’s no monsters?
  • [text] It was an accident.
  • [text] lol fuk da police
  • [text] send me a picture and i’ll be home quicker ;)
  • [text] DO NOT READ THE LAST MESSAGE IT WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU
  • [text] Well maybe I broke my tongue!
  • [text] Please tell me you’re free today! I’ve got some big news today.
  • [text] Got a spare ticket, do you want to come?
  • [text] Do you have a spare mankini I can borrow?
  • [text] Is fancy dress allowed at the wedding?
  • [text] I was using my old baby blanket as a makeshift skirt because no pants
  • [text] We were banging then all I remember is coming down hard and smashing my top teeth off his forehead… I just rolled off and tapped out. 
  • [text] Like alphabetically, I’d say a t?
  • [text] I’m sorry if throwing up in the back of your dad’s car ruined our friendship :(
  • [text] there is absolutely nothing wrong with two grown men staying up all night singing karaoke and drink out of juice cartons. don’t judge me.
  • [text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.
  • [text] Do you know where I am?
  • [text] My wedding is in 5 hours and I have no idea where I am. Help!
  • [text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would get a piggy back ride home. I’ve never been so broken.
  • [text] Is “head down ass up” an appropriate way to say good morning?
  • [text] That is definitely not healthy, in fact I’m not sure it’s legal to send that sort of picture?
  • [text] There isn’t enough cookie dough ice cream at home, so I’ll be heartbroken tomorrow instead.
  • [text] Not sure if I took a nap or went to another dimension
  • [text] ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION! HE IS A TRIPLET, WE DONT NEED TO FIGHT OVER HIM WE CAN HAVE AN ORGY INSTEAD
  • [text] No no don’t leave me, who’s going to walk me home
  • [text] She wheeled me home in a trolley and sad she loved me, I think I win.
  • [text] My dick just got serenaded.
  • [text] I ate the whole wheel of cheese. Help.
  • [text] I’ve been hiding under the bed for the past 20 minutes, and now they’re getting into it and it’s a little too late for me to jump out and surprise them. So expect a live sex updates
  • [text] The fridge is fully stocked. I’m either hallucinating or this is a miracle
  • [text] I need you to help me clean the house because I have visitors in less than an hour???
  • [text] Your brother is at the front door- WHAT DO I SAY?!
  • [text] It’s all fun and games till someone says you’re so pretty they could punch you and they, you know, punch you
  • [text] I’m in A&E but I don’t really know why
  • [text] Went to bed with a 10, just about woke up with a 2 and a half
  • [text] I think I’m officially a homewrecker because his wife just walked in screaming and he said it’s not what it looks like. I mean what else could it look like? I wasn’t trimming his hairs with my mouth?!
  • [text] My night ended with me crying in a gutter, I hate you.
  • [text] He’s decorated the toilet with his urine. I never want to see him ever again, tell him he has 2 minutes to get out of our house.
  • [text] Don’t talk to me! You tried to trade me for a glass of wine and a cigarette!
  • [text] I promise I’ll get everyone to jelly wrestle with us xox
  • [text] I am armed with a crown, a sash and a bouquet of flowers. Don’t test me.
  • [text] I think I got married last night?
  • [text] I think I got married on impulse last night… and after looking a second time, I don’t think i’ve made any mistakes.
  • [text] My mouth tastes like poor choices
  • [text] I didn’t let go of the mechanical bull, but they had to pull me off because… it was rough just the way I like it and I think that showed?
  • [text] If I say it was accidental you’ll just say I’m lying
  • [text] There is an alarming amount of glitter in my… everywhere
  • [text] You’re my hero
  • [text] You’re the worst thing to ever happen to me, thank you
  • [text] Have you ever had a good idea in your life?
  • [text] Are we going to end up in the hospital again?
  • [text] It’s not a good night if I don’t end up crying into your mother’s lap.
  • [text] Mark my words, your dad will be my sugar daddy, he’ll marry me and you’ll have to call me momma bear and I will interrupt your sex life with condoms and condiments.
  • [text] I’m may be allergic to nuts, but not his.
  • [text] She high fived me out of pity
  • [text] You walked in wearing nothing but a beekeeper mask
  • [text] You just walked in, rated their performance, dragged in three other people to clap for them, then walked back out.
  • [text] You kept calling me baby Jesus and trying to see what wise men had to say about my hair…
  • [text] I am a responsible adult. I tied up my hair before I puked
  • [text] I am a responsible adult, I brought home a lost kitten and let it shit in your room
  • [text] I accidentally talked myself into a threesome, when did I become so smooth?
  • [text] It may or may not have been your sister…
  • [text] It may or may not have been your brother…
  • [text] If you’re not coming over with food, don’t come over at all
  • [text] Call me and get me out of this conversation NOW. My co-worker is talking to me about her birds having sex again…
  • [text] IM NOT TALKING TO YOU UNTIL YOU MAKE A PROCLAMATION YOU LOVE ME MORE THAN TACOS
  • [text] Buy me a helicopter, I will give you the last slice of pizza. pls. this is important. okay maybe the crust?
  • [text] Let’s never forget the time I met you while you were running down the street naked and in handcuffs.
  • [text] I tried to put lipstick on my eyeballs, help.
  • [text] I told her my cum counts as protein shake and she sent a text to my gran saying I ate her cat.
  • [text] If you don’t fuck me hard, rough, and senseless the minute we’re alone in your room, I’m returning you to the boyfriend store
  • [text] I accidentally sexted your mum, I’m sorry xox
  • [text] There can only be one screw up per family and I was here first. Get your shit together bro
  • [text] I feel like you’re pretending I didn’t bail you out of jail last night for trying to staple a cushion to the top of their car so you had a “comfy place to sit”
  • [text] You climbed the fence and then started crying because you were scared of hamsters, I really don’t know what you took, but you need a babysitter.
  • [text]  I wish we could all take a bath together. Not in a “let’s fuck” way. But in a relaxing drunk in the tub sort of “let me wash your hair” way.

ckay but when Anakin and Padmé are alone on Naboo who the HELL is doing that girl’s hair and wardrobe because half that shit would have to be sewn onto her body i stg like let’s just take a look shall we

we have this elephant trunk looking bun over here that’s like sewn together k how the fuck would she do that jfc and how would she tie that shit behind her neck i can’t even tie a fucking bikini and i don’t even wanna mention how she’s making that dress fucking levitate on her ass.

and here we have the front of her magic sunset dress; first, how the fuck is she not choking on that piece of metal shit tied onto her neck by a little string???????? and i would assume that it’s a little uncomfortable to have to keep your arms stuck to your sides so your fucking useless sleeves don’t fall down because they’re being held up by a piece of metal(????)

now this shit’s like a fucking net over here, i mean, look at this shit k its like half string. i can’t even wear those frayed skinny jeans without ripping a hole the size of Africa through the knee and she’s just like “hey boyfriend husband dude imma go to sleep not in my string sleeves goodnight babe” like??? how the fuck?? and i’m not sure how she didnt get strangled in her sleep because of all that neck shit going on. i cant fucking braid the back of my hair, how the hell does she have time for straightening that shit out and tying it and making it look all nice like idk maybe she was a fisherman/women whatever before she was the queen of i dont even know what.

and here is my personal favourite: the Space Dominatrix

so first of all, she gotta shimmy those leather sleeve things up to her armpits, then manage to look like a goddess instead of a sausage. she has to find some way to get that dress on which is fucking impossible because im fairly certain a long time ago that didnt have fucking zippers okay they can have blasters and lightsabers but zippers are a whole other level AND she magically has her boobs look amazing so idk maybe she got some force in her. after all that she has to get that kinky ass leather collar leash thing on and, again, not look like a sausage OR have it fall down like a fucking hula hoop. so now she’s walking around kicking this leash thing and hoping that she doesn’t fall on her perfect fucking face.

and this shit’s just fancy

Hartwin fic recs (1/?)

[Long post]

I went through the fics saved on my Kindle aka I read them at least thrice (not the recently bookmarked ones on ao3 or on my laptop) and here are what I found. The order is mainly sorted by authors’ names and texts in italics are my comments. I try not to spoil them for you guys and only include tags the authors use.

⭐ Underneath - Ataraxetta. E, 37k.

Of course, a refusal to apologise and a handjob on the floor of a fitting room does not reparations make.

Eggsy left the shop that night with a new chip on the shoulder of his new suit. Harry left the shop that night with the knowledge of what Eggsy looked like flushed and trembling with pleasure under his hands and the certainty that this single torturous taste of what he wanted most was worth living with the possibility that he would not get another.

⭐ A Marriage of Inconvenience - autoschediastic. E, 11k. Fake marriage.

“Caution in the field isn’t confined to simply an awareness of your surroundings,” Harry says, his tone stern but his breath soft and warm against the back of Eggsy’s hand. His gaze lifts, his eyes hooded as he peers at Eggsy over the rims of his glasses. “You’ve told a lie, Eggsy, and now that lie must be truth.”

(Or, that time Eggsy scored them a better table by saying it was his and Harry’s anniversary and quickly grew to regret it.)

⭐ the train is a metaphor - autoschediastic, Ponderosa . E, 6k.

“What sort of aggression is it then?” Eggsy asks, cutting right to the heart of the matter.

Harry knows even before he hears the response. Knows because even as Merlin is saying, “It appears to affect sexual responses. Activating latent desire and cranking up the subject’s sex drive whilst simultaneously increasing pheromone production,” Harry is thinking primarily of the distance between himself and Eggsy and how very few steps it would take to be within range to push the boy to the floor and pin him there.

How (not) to get a dad’s blessing - BrightsideIsMyMiddleName. NR, 36k, WIP.

“You know, you almost fooled me yesterday with the whole I want to watch the legacies speech,” Merlin says and Harry groans, because he knows things just went tits up. “Well, I suppose you were half telling the truth. You wanted to watch one certainlegacy, but it was more about his mouth, eyelashes and that thing on his eyebrow you can’t seem to stop staring at.”

Harry head snaps up at that. “Oh, shite.”

“Oh, yes,” the agent keeps going, completely enjoying this. “You forgot to turn off your feed. I saw the flirting. And Lee’s reaction. Good luck with that.”

⭐ Conditions of Release - Calico. E, 5k.

Eggsy pulled furtively at the ropes binding his arms and legs to the metal tracks, as if he’d forgotten the last five minutes already. God, though. Before he’d felt trapped, terrified; now it was more like he was… at Harry’s mercy.

⭐ What Men Want - calico. E, 12k. Lots of UST.

Eggsy goes data-mining.

I died multiple times reading this. 

⭐ Inopportune Moments series - calico, habernero. The whole series is a blessing and I’ll forever treasure the endless amount of UST in it.

⭐ Every Club’s Got a Secret Handshake - ChuckleVoodoos. NR, 4k.

A Kingsman needs steady hands, he tells Eggsy. I’ll resign quietly, he tells Merlin. Eggsy will make an admirable Galahad, he tells them both.

Or: In which Harry has a few minor issues following his head injury that no one but him considers issues.

Status after reading: Dehydrated from crying. 

⭐ Ätherwellen - coloursflyaway. M, 2k.

There are three-hundred and twenty-six members in Kingsman’s tech departments all over the world, and obviously they have lots of stories to share about their agents and what they do to drive them crazy.

The best way to do so is a super-secret WhatsApp group, and if it gets a challenge for all of them to finally get Harry and Eggsy together, it might just be Merlin’s fault.

⭐ Through Time - coloursflyaway. E, 162k.

A chronic of Harry’s and Eggsy’s love, following them from their first meeting to the last time they set eyes on each other, through shots in the head and falling in love and finally getting their shit together.

⭐ Dream In Red - Corvin. T, 11k. Soulmates AU.

Eggsy wasn’t raised to take the soulmate marks too seriously. He could fall in love without them.

⭐ Street Sweepers, Night Watchmen, Flame Keepers - Deepdarkwaters. E, 36k.

Harry survived V-Day - because of course he did - but not all the Kingsman agents were so lucky. With the world still going to shit and the worst staff shortage since the organisation began, Merlin calls a group of retired agents back to their posts to help out while he trains the new recruits.

Featuring snowball fights, banter, innuendo, handsome old men, lady scientists, secrets in walking sticks, Harry’s appalling crush, thumbnails of bigger pictures, a pastede on plot crammed in around all the flirting which is really just an excuse for me to write a silly sword fight, and an old bet from 1986 that’s still not been decided.

⭐ in this safe place here - Della19. E, 5k. Omegaverse.

“I am entirely capable,” Harry proclaims cuttingly to Merlin, puffed up like a prissy cat. And Merlin throws his arms skyward like he’s just begging for lightning to strike ‘im where he stands and asks, with scathing exasperation, “Of what, waddling up to someone and ruthlessly bumping into them?”

And Eggsy one hundred percent doesn’t snicker, and he’s got the bloody inner cheek to prove it, ‘cause Eggsy’s a fuckin’ gentleman.

Instead Eggsy takes in the sight of ‘is pregnant mate, huge as a fuckin’ planet and still the most bloody gorgeous man he’s ever seen. And then takes in ‘is face, and he wonders how much ice cream he’s gonna need to buy to get them all through the four weeks of bed rest Merlin just ordered.

And then Harry’s upper lip looks like it might fuckin’ quiver, and Eggsy contemplates just buyin’ stock in Ben and Jerry’s.

⭐ i blinked (and there you were) - Della19. M, 19k. Time travel AU.

The Weeping Angels, Eggsy reads on the stolen Torchwood intel. Aliens that pose as statues, and kill their victims by sending them back in time and feeding off their years not lived in the present. The politest psychopaths in the universe, a note reads, scrawled in what looks like a doctor’s chicken scratch on the edge of the page by someone who clearly had a perverse sense of humour. A one way trip, the report concludes; you get transported by the angels, and it’s the slow road back to the present for you.

Eggsy lays his head back on the wall, takes stock of his situation. He’s lost 30 years - three years more than his entire lifespan up ’til now - in the blink of an eye, and now he’s stuck here, in 1988. Three years before he’s even born. Arthur, the prick, is sure to be heading up the Kingsmen, and Merlin, if he’s even there would be…20, maybe. Fuck, so fucking young.

Shite, even Harry’d only be…

Alive, Eggsy thinks, and finds himself sitting down hard from where his knees can’t hold him. This is 1988, and Harry’s 23, and alive.

Suddenly, being stuck in 1988 doesn’t seem so bad.

⭐ your world tomorrow - DivineProjectZero. E, 9k.

This is turning into one hell of a fairytale.

(or, the one in which Eggsy never dreamed of the Cinderella life and ends up living it anyway.)

⭐ all the tables turn - DivineProjectZero. E, 23k.

Harry Hart has terrible taste in men.

So it comes as a bit of a surprise when Eggsy smiles at him and the predator inside Harry cocks its head in consideration.

⭐ the things we steal (it was only a kiss) - DivineProjectZero, 5k. HP AU.  

Eggsy whips around to find Harry Hart standing right behind him, holding a martini glass and just as gorgeous as Eggsy last saw him, three years and two months ago.

Thankfully, Eggsy is too busy staring in shock to actually say anything in response, because Harry then says, “Excuse my poor manners. Harry Hart. And you are?” And then extends his hand, which is how Eggsy remembers that he’s not supposed to be Eggsy Unwin right now; he’s actually undercover.

⭐ How not to attack Harry Hart - enjoy_acne. M, 31k.

Everybody wants to hurt Harry Hart. Harry’s really not sure what he’s done to garner such attention.

Where attacking even an amnesiac Harry proves near impossible. This is a romantic comedy with a dose of violence.

⭐ another head aches, another heart breaks - jonphaedrus. E, 44k.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that every good story has its Lazarus.

(or; the one where harry hart dies, and then lives again)

⭐ take me to church - jonphaedrus. M, 2k.  

He sees Westminster Abbey. Instead of a burst of civic and national pride, it feels like someone has just punched him in the chest. Harry stumbles, nearly falls over, and he can suddenly see bright Southern sunlight, he can smell the scent of blood all over him, his shoulder aches where someone’s just stabbed him, there are bullet bruises all over his back. There’s someone screaming in the distance and he can see flat, brown eyes facing him down the barrel of a silenced gun.

He winds up crouched, retching on the floor of a public loo, head between his knees, breathing high and fast through his teeth while Merlin’s voice, quiet and calm and grounding in his ear tells him just stay there, Arthur, someone’s coming, and someone comes.

⭐ A Different Place and Time - Ferrero13. T, 23k. Time travel, soulmates AU.  

Eggsy’s words are ‘What’s your name, young man?’, but Harry’s isn’t ‘Eggsy.’ So he keeps quiet, keeps it to himself, but when he finds himself face to face with a younger Harry Hart, Eggsy can’t help falling in love all over again.

Sometimes, the first words you say to your soulmate aren’t the first they hear from you.

⭐ On Hand - fideliant. E, 24k.

Or, Five Things A Gentleman Should Never Do Without

“In my defence,” Eggsy says, “It could have happened to anyone.”

⭐ Your Highness - Galahard. E, 40k. Modern Royal AU.

 “The international community is in chaos this morning in the wake of the deaths of many world leaders. The death of the president of the United States has been confirmed, along with the majority of his cabinet. Great Britain can count itself lucky that the Queen has been found and finally returned to her throne, but her heirs are another story. It appears that both princes and their own heirs are among the casualties of what is being referred to as the Valentine’s Day Massacre. Sources close to–”

It just so happens that there is another direct heir to the British throne out there, but he’s probably going to need a bit of polish.

⭐ We musn’t touch what isn’t ours - inusagi. E, 11k.

Harry Hart is a sociopath, yes, but he’s a sociopath who loves Eggsy.

or

5 times Harry showed his true colours and 1 time Eggsy really sees it.

⭐ Irish Car Bombs - kimposibl. M, 5k.

“It’s from the gentleman over there,” replies the waitress, pointing over her shoulder.

“Err….” Now, Eggsy knows he’s pissed. He learned his limits and exceeded them back in Cambridge, so being drunk off his arse is nothing new. He also knows that he can finish his pint and maybe get away with one more drink before he’s making a raucous or somehow getting involved in a fight, but he certainly can’t handle six more cocktails of Irish alcohol.

“Invite him over,” he tells her with an easy smile.

Or, the drunken one night stand Eggsy thought he’d never see again until he does and they have sex again.

⭐ Gentle - KingKiller. T, 4k.

Harry lives. He’s alive and he knows it.

But sometimes at night after waking up from dreams (nightmares) where Valentine wasn’t afraid of blood and Gazelle wasn’t so enamored with the lisping psychopath Harry wakes in the dark all too sure he’s dead.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

⭐ Hold me tight - KingKiller. NR, 14k.

The dynamics between he and Eggsy had changed. And Harry doesn’t even know how to describe “how” it had.

Continuation of “Gentle”. 

⭐ the parting glass - kirkaut. E, 48k.

The words shrivel and die between them.

Harry’s chest hitches on an indrawn breath. The contours of his face are cast dramatically in the fiery hues of the street at night, highlighting the wrinkle in his forehead and the soft slope of his chin and the silvery pink of his scar.

He’s beautiful, and Eggsy loves him.

“I miss you.” The confession falls. It lands heavily onto the pavement, cracking into the asphalt. “You’re alive, you’re right in fucking front of me, and I still miss you.”

⭐ Whenever you look up there I shall be. - LadyEmrys. E, 114k.

Watching the light spread in those heavy-lidded eyes, seeing the small twitch at the corner of his mouth - the only other physical sign he had strength enough to give - was more than enough to know for sure.

Eggsy was fucked.

Or: In a world rapidly descending into anarchy in the wake of V-Day, Kingsman - under the guidance of it’s new Arthur - must decide whether or not to abandon its hitherto undercover nature and save the the world from itself.

⭐ Ace of Spades - manic_intent. E, 44k.

“This is your next target,” Merlin said into Harry’s earpiece, as Harry leaned forward to look at his laptop screen.

It blacked out, for a moment, then a clip out of some interview began to play. The video was in black and white, crisply and tightly shot, its subject a young man shown seated from the waist up, against a pale gray background, grinning at the camera. He was probably in his mid twenties, dressed down in a black leather jacket over a pale t-shirt, loose over denim jeans, his hair long enough to feather slightly over his forehead, a hint of stubble over his chin. He was also, quite possibly, the most beautiful young man Harry had ever seen, and disturbingly… familiar, somehow.

As the young man laughed noiselessly at the camera, elegant serif type faded over the lower third of the screen: Gary Unwin, by Vanity Fair. Harry blinked, and studied the young man’s pretty face more closely, the crinkling around his eyes, the joyous curl to his mouth, the way he sat, relaxed yet alert, like a hunting hound, waiting to come to heel.

⭐ Kingmaker - manic_intent. E, 49k.

“Eggsy, I really don’t think-“ Merlin began, and stopped, because at that very moment, Eggsy walked right into a lamp post.

Across the street, at a sidewalk corner cafe, reading a paper, sandwich part-eaten on a plate, sleek, long legs crossed neatly under the table, was Harry Hart.

⭐ Strange Sights, Strange Wonders - manic_intent. E, 51k. Stardust AU.

In the glade where the star had fallen, the gloom of the gnarled old woods was deeper than night, save around the blackberry bush that had broken his fall: the grass and the battered leaves were now luminous, moon-touched. There was a long pause, broken by the sounds of twittering insects and the forest folk, then, there was a loudly groaned, “Fuck!”

The star rubbed a hand over his eyes, then flinched and held his hand up, spreading unfamiliar fingers up against the night sky. He turned his hand this way and that, curling and uncurling fingers, then he let out a softer, yet just as vehement “fuck!” and sat up, wincing.

⭐ Calm Like You - MartinShostakovich. E, 10k. Teacher/student AU.

Eggsy develops a heavy crush on his new Classical Literature Professor Harry Hart, and strives to reach the top of the class in order to impress him. Little did Eggsy know, Mr. Hart is fairly easy to impress.

⭐ As Fate Would Have it - midnightsurge. M, 45k. MI6!Eggsy AU.

 The young man smiled brightly again, turning to face him slightly as they walked outside. “M’name’s Eggsy. Eggsy Unwin.”

Harry suddenly stopped in his tracks. He knew that name.

Eggsy turned to face him expectantly once he’d realised the other was no longer walking next to him.

“I think you knew me dad, righ’?” 

⭐ the centre cannot hold - missbecky. E, 34k.

It’s a rainy Monday when Eggsy Unwin is killed in the line of duty. And it’s a rainy Tuesday when Harry Hart starts to feel that there is something very wrong with the world now. As one tragic event after another unfolds, he becomes convinced that Eggsy was never meant to die. Somehow he has to put things right again and find a way to get Eggsy back. No matter what the cost.

⭐ once upon a different lifetime - missbecky. M, 58k.

The night before the final test, Harry makes Eggsy a promise: once he is a Kingsman, they will talk about their future together. Then V-Day happens, and although Harry recovers, he doesn’t remember that last day he spent with Eggsy. Now Eggsy has to carry on like his heart isn’t breaking every time he looks at Harry and he thinks about what they might have had. He manages to do a good job of it, though, keeping things between them strictly professional.

So then, of course, Harry remembers.

⭐ One Night - Nickygp. E, 53k. Judge!Harry, rentboy!Eggsy.

Harry Hart, a Lord Justice, has his life turned upside down when he meets a young rentboy, named Eggsy, who charms his way into Harry’s heart. But can he act upon those feelings, or are their cirmustances too different to breach the gap?

⭐ Bluffing With An Empty Hand - nightwalker. E, 2k. Short and sweet.

The first time Harry Hart threatens to end Eggsy’s step-father, it’s a bluff.

The second time is going to be a promise.

⭐ No Charm Equal- potentiality_26. E, 29k. Cupid AU. The one that got me hooked on this author.

To say that Harry was too surprised to react at first would have been a grave understatement. He wasn’t literally invisible, because he did sometimes need to interact with mortals to do his job, he was just unnoticeable. People- the particular charge he had been assigned to most of all- were meant to see him and yet never actually process his presence. Unless he showed up in their houses- which a gentleman would never do, of course- they would ignore him and just get on with their lives. And yet here Eggsy was, closer than anyone had been to Harry since- well, since he was mortal, and that was long enough ago that Harry could hardly remember it- snarling, “Why are you following me?”

⭐ Getting It Right - potentiality_26. E, 8k. 5+1.

“Kiss me,” he murmured when he reached Harry, because while it wasn’t exactly vital to the mission that Eggsy convince this woman that they were in love, it would certainly make him feel better. Harry pressed his mouth to Eggsy’s as he passed him a glass of champagne, and ‘feeling better’ went out the window. The kiss was quick, sweet, marital. Eggsy didn’t know how Harry made it feel so practiced, but he did.

“I have an admirer,” Eggsy informed him, almost breathless with how much he wanted Harry to kiss him like that every day, how much he wanted Harry to have a reason to.

Five times Eggsy gets Harry to kiss him for the wrong reasons (and one time he gets it right).

⭐ Enough to Live On - potentiality_26. E, 19k.

Harry stated the obvious, something he should have seen that morning but hadn’t: “You shopped.”

“I been here quite a bit,” Eggsy explained, shrugging one shoulder. “And anyway it seemed… better. Food in the fridge, nothing gathering dust. Made it more like you’d be back any day now.” Eggsy swiped his knife over the bread with a little more aggression than was strictly necessary, but his voice was very even. “You said you’d come back and sort things. But you didn’t.”

Harry comes back a week after V-Day. He isn’t strictly alive, but that means less than he would have expected it to. 

⭐ An Ocular Condition  - ProdigalQueer. G, 3k.

Harry sees his adjustment as easy, but that’s only because he’s not really looking.

⭐ Only As Directed - rageprufrock. E, 12k.

“Arthur is a bad man,” Roxy had said.

“Fucking tell me about it,” Eggsy had muttered, and gone to put on the tarty trousers Harry had picked out for him like a fucking high-end pimp.

⭐ A Taste of Mallorca - Regency. M, 18k. Chef AU.

Harry is a celebrated food critic. Eggsy is a Youtube-famous food blogger. They meet at the grand opening of Mediterranean restaurant Mallorca when they’re forced to share a table. It’s a meal, and a night, neither will soon forget.

⭐ my saints fallen series  - neroh. From T to E.  I love this so much.

 ⭐ The Mate in Roommate - ronahn. E, 5k. Uni AU.

Out of all of the blokes occupying their flat, Harry was the one Eggsy saw the most, and yet they had only ever shared passing greetings. It was a growing source of disappointment for Eggsy; he was strangely drawn to Harry and his gorgeous brown hair and eyes.

⭐ The Spy who Loved Me (Or so they say) - ToriCeratops. E, 54k. Fake relationship AU, Pining.

In the wake of V-day the world’s economy hangs in a delicate balance, liable to crumble without warning. One man has the knowledge and the power necessary to send it tumbling down, so that only he remains on top.

The Kingsman have been tasked with stopping him before he can carry out his plan. In order to do so, Harry and Eggsy must act as lovers at an elite couple’s getaway to earn this man’s trust. Will they be able to carry out their mission as planned? Or will old wounds and buried emotions cause a havoc greater than anything they could have expected?

⭐ Kiss Me Now (before I can run) - persephoneggsy. M, 37k. Soulmates AU.

It wasn’t unusual, Eggsy told himself. There were plenty of people- just a little under half of the world’s population, really- that weren’t with their soulmates. Some of them just hadn’t met yet; others had died beforehand; and then there were the people in Eggsy’s situation. Sometimes people genuinely didn’t want their soulmates. Either they were in love with someone else, or they just didn’t like what they got stuck with, and Eggsy imagined the latter was very much the case with him and Harry. He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must have felt like for him, the world’s prime example of a posh bloke, to have his soulmate be some beaten-up kid. He would have rejected him too.

Or: soulmate AU where you know your soulmate from the moment you touch them, and when you do, their name gets written over your heart like a brand. But that’s not always a guarantee.

⭐ Tailor Shop - rougewinter. E, 13k. Like a Disney movie except really gay and for grown-ups.

“There’s no need for that now.” The older man said, both hands raised in a placating gesture that only had Eggsy narrowing his eyes in wariness.

“Who the hell are you, anyway?” Eggsy demanded, making sure to keep the poker up.

“My name is Harry Hart. And I’m the man, well, the mannequin that you just assembled.”

Or

The one where Harry is cursed to be a magical mannequin and can only be saved by the power of love.

⭐ that which lingers - bruises for tomorrow. M, 22k.

 Here is something that Gary “Eggsy” Unwin (aged 24 and ¾) never knew to expect from ghosts:

- Sometimes their absence hurts worse than their presence.

⭐ Married to the Job - trilliath. E, 18k. Mutual pining, misunderstanding.

 "Hm?“ Merlin asks, distracted when he looks up and squints at Eggsy’s face, then catches up and resumes working. “Oh. No. Zania Bonatti, Italian artist and activist. Also Harry’s wife.”

“You wot?” Eggsy blurts, eyes snapping back to him, then over to Roxy like he might’ve mis-heard.

But he hasn’t because Roxy’s face wrinkles minutely in sympathy that has Eggsy’s ears burning and he snaps his eyes away again in humiliation.

“Yes, Harry’s married. Did he never mention that to you?” Merlin pauses long enough to frown briefly, then he shrugs. “Well, on to more important matters…”

⭐ you make motion when you cry - unhappy_turtle. E, 4k. Pining.

“Wanna go on an ate with me?” Eggsy slurs, “I’ll give you the D later.”

“You are very inebriated, aren’t you?”

Eggsy nods, his head feeling too heavy.

⭐ These Hands (Had to Let It Go Free) - Vacilando. G, 12k.

He does not only recognize this man, he knows him. Harry knows the way he laughs and the way he would smile cheekily at Harry. He knows the way this man say his name, all rough cockney accent and confidence. Harry knows him better than Harry knows himself but none of that matter because Harry does not remember his name.

Nor is he sure if this man is real. 

⭐ Breathless (A Tale of Eggsy Unwin) - xxjinchuurikixx. E, 101k. Pining.

“Harry–"Eggsy breaks off, because, god, Harry’s here! He’s alive, breathing, beautiful, and he’s got Eggsy crushed in his arms and Eggsy can feel his mouth tingling from the roughness of his kiss.

Then Harry pulls back; more-so he shoves Eggsy away. He keeps him pinned to the wall, at arms length, and Eggsy is pleased to see Harry is panting, stray chocolate hairs fallen out of place. The action, however, makes his blood feel cold, and he stares up at Harry in confusion, expecting something more. But Harry makes no move to close the space between them again.

When Harry speaks, finally, it’s low and deadly and it fucking hurts.

“Forget that ever happened.”

⭐ Virtue Over Avarice- Yessydo. M, 13k. Tailor AU.

Eggsy crashes his stepfather’s car into the front window of a quaint but reputable tailor’s shop on Savile Row and, thanks to the charitable spirit of its mysterious owner, ends up working there to pay the damages.

⭐ Lots of Lost Time - Yessydo. E, 1k.

A year after his “death”, Harry is reunited with Eggsy, who has some strong feelings on the matter.

⭐ Lavagulin and Guinness - Snarfle. E, 163k. I waited eagerly for every update of this.

Plenty of people had looked down on Eggsy throughout his life. He had gotten fairly used to it. Didn’t mean it was fair, but he knew how these things worked. What really sucked was that the new Arthur was worse than the old one.

“Eggsy grimaced. He didn’t know how to explain to Harry – who seemed like he hadn’t been discriminated against a day in his life – that the new Arthur kept giving him what amounted to suicide missions, and that he was currently bleeding out in a warehouse because of the deliberately bad intel she had given him.”

Episode 4 was a fandom wide callout post.

all you fools too busy being pissed bc Coran went all show crazy and basically re-characterized the paladins to what the masses found entertaining, to notice that the entire episode was literally a fandom wide call out post. they literally called us out guys. 

lets go over the list of things Coran said/did in ep 4 and compare them shall we?

let me preface this by saying he literally wasn’t himself and i still love him just as much as before, my gorgeous man.

”I worked up very specific personas for each of you. This is going to help the audience connect on a much deeper level with each team member.” 

as if they didn’t already have defining personalities that make them very likable and awesome? sounds familiar right? its one thing to speculate and theorize based on what we know about a character especially if we don’t know a lot about said character. the writers put a lot of time and effort into developing these characters and even said during an interview once that one of the things that bugged them about og Voltron was that the only properly developed character was Keith. the other guys didn’t get a chance to be loved. and that was what they aimed to do, to give every paladin and character the chance to be loved. since the beginning the fandom has been bad at this. taking one teeny trait from each character and twisting them so that the only thing that matters is that trait. 

         “lover-boy lance”

throughout the series lance is known  to flirt with…pretty much every cute alien girl. of course. hes handsome, charming, girls love him. Coran wipes away all of the actually relatable things about his personality in favor of this charming flirt who would win over girls. Lance is insecure, he’s witty, he is the freaking sharpshooter, the teams sniper and their glue. he’s voltrons right hand now for a reason. he got into the garrison which is a military space exploration base, not just anyone gets in. hes incredibly intelligent and a great pilot. amazing really. bc simulations are always absolutely terrible and rarely help. oh yea, and hes charming.but god forbid anyone forget that hes a flirt. who cares about the other stuff that will actually help the audience connect with him. 

        “science wiz pidge” 

its no secret that pidge is incredibly intelligent. she is one of the characters who haven’t gotten their developing points until this season. in one of the first flashbacks we learned she nearly gave up studying because some kid decided to be a dick and bully her. Matt pulled her out of it and encouraged her to work hard. later on in ep 4 coran says that her science doesn’t need to be factually correct because noone will understand her either way. he undermined her intelligence because . well. noone cares what she says as long as it sounds smart. fanfic writers do this a lot. like. a lot. i understand that you may not have the same knowledge that the girl who hacked herself into a military school base undercover at he age of 14-15 (if the theory that the garrison is a high school program is correct) because she had gotten banned for sneaking in and hacking into the computer system, but if you really do insist on focusing her on her smarts, do some research. no to mention. pidge may be the youngest, but she really is more than science and calculations. shes intelligent yes, but she can hold her own in battle (at the age range of 15-17 with no prior battle training), shes afraid of the possible reality that all her efforts are wasted and Matt and Sam are dead, she is actually pretty social with the paladins (she can even be seen hanging out in the kitchen while hunk makes glass cookies.) and beyond her intelligence, shes wise. shes not just random science facts, she knows how to hold her own in situations outside of battle and books. shes street smart. 

       “lone wolf keith”

now i know this was said to allura, and ill get to that. but if the keith vlog showed us anything, its that  hes not just a moody loner teenager.  i am very guilty of this myself. i portray keith as a human disaster. we don’t know hen he was left alone, we don’t really know much of his story. i head canon that his dad left him to fend for himself but every month woul drop off food or money or something. i head canon hes terrible about taking care of his body. but at least i don’t call him moody and move on.  i give him a background to fill in the blank space, but sometimes i forget and focus too much on his folded arms and  pouty face. he smiles. he laughs. hes an actual precious bean.  but hes also afraid of being pushed away. hes guarded and does his best to be strong. he hides his feelings and protects his heart with everything he has. (geez boi who hurt you). he is not the human embodiment of “teenagers” by mcr. aka he has feelings too. not to mention he also got into the garrison, and was the top pilot regardless of how he got in, if it happened to be by recommendation like most people think. 

      “humourous hunk”

as a hunk stan this one annoys me the most. throughout the episode hunk is consistently embarrassed, and even protests the fart noises, fart jokes, etc. he is purposely tripped for laughs. the fandom forgets that hes not just the fat funny guy, or just the personal chef. hes overcome so much since babies first lion flight, he used to get sick, constantly had to be the voice of reason to keep his teammates out of trouble,  he is just as intelligent as pidge and is actually one of the only people that can keep up with her science stuff. keith and lance even stated that they didnt understand anything they’d said. hes a fantastic engineer even if he had a few tummy mishaps. hes an amazing pilot too, and extremely sassy. he and pidge probably rigged the game console to work in space, And hes pretty friendly and cautious. he is NOT meant to be the comic relief. (say it louder for people in the back)

     “shiro the hero”

a lot of the fandom has taken to calling shiro daddy, sexualizing him (”now put on this tight shirt”) and focusing on shiro and only shiro (shiros the “favorite character” of corans little show). hes great. he really is. and the man needs a break. voltron is a kids show. he isnt meant to  be sexualized, none of them are. hes more than his arms and his leadership abilities. the biggest issue i have with the whole shiro thing. regardless of if hes a clone, when shiro returned he cut his hair differently, and wore short sleeves. everyone i know, including me, said they’d be fine with the clone if he had kept his hair long and “as much as i love the arm view” and didnt change his outfit. its a kid show. his body shouldn’t matter.i am also guilty of this, and ep 4 opened my eyes to it. coran lifted shiros arm as if to prove that thats what the audience really wanted. he treats shiro differently bc hes the real star here and everyone should know it. ofc, hes the black paladin. (i wonder where the whole “the black paladin is the only one who really matters here” mindset came from. looking @ u ‘84). shiros may have ptsd, and hes constantly trying to hold himself together for his team, and its obviously not easy. maybe thats why hes got a cute white floof. the stress. 

      alluras erasure  

another point that always bugged me. the fandom either forgets allura exists, or that she is just stealing lances place temporarily. Allura is the blue paladin. while keith is gone, she is not filling in. shes a paladin now too. for coran to call her keith, and constantly call her keith, even though she obviously has a few choice words to say about it, its distrespectful. she says his plan is working and he replies with “why thank you keith…i like to keep you in character” once again, erasing her existence. now im not as well versed in this particular topic, but id like you to keep in mind that he talks to his princess with that mouth, and that she IS the princess and not a fill in while keith leads. feel free to elaborate on this more. 


     coran “fires “ team voltron. 

this. i find extremely entertaining. remember that legal trouble last year bc of the leaks? and right around that time the klance shipper started threatening them if they didn’t make it gayer and put keith and lance together? the  fandom, who wanted all of this to happen their way, were threatening to get it cancelled and such just because things didnt go their way. shiro, the leader, disagreed with coran and tries to shut him down. and coran in fit of rage says:

you’re a bunch of quitters! quitters! i’m a visionary! i have thoughts, ideas, i dont need you anyway. ill rewrite the show, get rid of the whole lot of you, replace you with new paladins! and the show will be better than ever before!…except for you shiro, ill never get rid of you, you’re our most popular character!

this is essentially what the fandom was saying. now, was this definitely their plan, to call us out with this bit, in not sure, but honestly, its almost too coincidental.

the writers have made it clear that they heard us, and have always been listening. and really, thats why i love ep4. you’re angry because you know you got called out but haven’t admitted it to yourself. the writers do their best to bring us the best show possible, but they cant satisfy everyone. why cant we just be happy about Actual Meme ™ Matt, and look forward to season five instead of fighting them because we got our shit handed right back to us. weve gotten a  taste of our own medicine, so chill. i enjoy them keeping us on our toes, surprising us with every turn, theyre great writers.who cares if one or two things pissed you off? we both know youre not gonna stop watching.

anonymous asked:

please DO elaborate...... 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

From my tododeku hc post:

they’re soft and sweet in their first year, ridiculously hot and heavy in their second, and by third year, they are down right steady and known across UA as being “the strongest powercouple of the generation” (it is kind of embarrassing when people say that but they secretly love it)

Ok, so what I mean by all this is as follows:

First year: In my mind, they wouldn’t start actually dating till their first year is nearly over but ANYWAYS, when they do start dating, it’s really little things like ice cream dates after school. It’s hooking pinkys underneath the lunch table when they sit next to each other and blushing about it. It’s soft hand kisses when they part ways after school to walk home. It’s coming home with the dreamy-ist smiles on their faces. It’s the way todoroki blushes slightly and smiling softly when he talks to Momo about how his date with Deku was. It’s the way Deku’s face lights up when he talks about Todoroki to Iida and Uraraka. It’s holding hands when they think nobody can see. It’s when one catches the other staring at them from across the classroom and they both blush like crazy, Deku hiding his face in his hands. You know, pure and wholesome shit like that

Second year: At this point, they are way comfortable in their relationship and it’s less fluttery nerves and more hormone driven want. I’m basically working off the “horny high school boys” trope bc im so weak for that but you know how it goes. It just starts with them being more open about the fact that their dating and so they’re less nervous about PDA. They hold hands A LOT. They’ll hang off of each other (cue the “Todoroki holding deku by the hips” headcanon). One day in homeroom, they not-so-subtly end up sitting next to each  other even though they know they have assigned seats. Aizawa comes in and looks over the class like he does and he doesn’t say anything but he’s rolling his eyes. So, as you can imagine, this all develops into them being way more touchy than last year. Everyone can tell. Deku brings Todoroki home to meet his mom and have dinner (Deku’s mom is thrilled her son is so happy but that’s all matters for a different post).

 Their kisses evolve to the point where they’re getting at some deeper feeling than before and all they want to do is explore that feeling. Because it feels damn good. So before you know it, they’re stumbling into homeroom a few minutes late with ruffled hair and red faces bc yeah maybe they were making out behind a building and lost track of time, ok? They do stop being late for class but there’s rarely a moment after class that their hands aren’t all over each other.

There’s also the matter of the rival tension that’s inevitably between them. At first Deku is terrified that it’ll wreck their relationship but it sort of does the opposite… they figure out that it’s kind of a turn on…. Cue the sports festival and an avalanche of sexual tension. The entirety of both classes A and B end up having to oggle at it for the whole event because it’s very rare that they are put on the same teams. At nearly every break between events and such, Todoroki has Deku up against a wall kissing him crazy, the adrenaline of the games mixing with the hormonal haze that drives them together like magnets. He does have to let Deku be though as the one on one fights start because he knows how much Deku likes to take analysis notes. Without speculating on year 2 sports festival results, I think I’ll leave this here ^^ 

So, the year rolls on. There’s probably a class trip that’s at least semi-relaxing, maybe?? things get steamy ofc wtf else are class tips for.

 Terushima and other classmates start prying with little shame, asking if they’ve done it yet, had sex. Deku is slightly scandalized. Todoroki just rolls his eyes. Neither of them say so, but yes they have done the deed but just once, at Todoroki’s house one weekend when no one was home. They were under the guise of a train/study weekend, which wasn’t a lie… they just happened to also have sex as well…

so yeah, you get the gist of 2nd year ;)

Third year: By now, most of UA knows they’re boyfriends. At the very least they know that if you get pitted against either one of them for whatever reason, You’re probably fucked and if you were to go against them as a pair, well, you’re really fucked. They’re dead serious about their hero careers. They’re also dead serious about each other. Freshman and their own classmates alike look up to them as #relationshipgoals

They are way less distracted by each other than the previous year, buckling down on studying and training and more studying. They’re still stupidly in love, obviously but it isn’t all shiny, new urges so it’s less “oh my god what is this feeling?? i want more of it right now” and more “God, I can’t wait till this training exercise is over so I can flirt with my boyfriend”

Oh also, they LIVE for bragging about each other, ok. Even to people they already know like, I can imagine Deku getting first place in the sports festival that year and Todoroki doesn’t shut up about it for weeks. Class A turns into that meme of “I love–” “Yes, we know, you love Deku. You are in love with Izuku Midoriya who won the third year Sports Festival competition. you love him, Deku, the next symbol of peace among humanity, we get it…” and it’s beautiful. Deku is the exact same way, btw. Basically I see them walking though halls, holding hands and standing tall and everyone’s heads turn to watch them as they go by :’)

This post is almost 1k words so if you read all of it, i love u. let me know what u think

Fault - 2

(Part 1)

Summary:

“Bucky had never been held responsible for what he’d done, but you, oh god, everything that had happened had been your fault, and Bucky knew it too.”

Word Count: 1251
Warnings: Injury, angst


There are bright lights when you come to, blinding. That’s the first thing you notice.

The second is the pain, hitting you like a brick to the chest then spreading agonizingly quickly, like fire, to every inch of your body.

The third is that you’re moving. Fast.

“Stop–” You cough, hacking up your lungs as blood coats your lips. Bucky throws you a worried glance through the rear-view mirror, and then you’re moving faster.

Stop the car!” The words are just out of your mouth before your body convulses in on itself, sending you into another coughing fit, eyes daring to shut again because of the pain. The car jerks swiftly to the right, then jolts to a stop. In the backseat, you gasp for air.

The door above your head opens and cold air rushes in, stinging your face. It’s wet outside, but the sky is clearing up and there’s a couple stars shining, and you’re trying to focus on them in hopes that it’ll distract you from the pain. Then Bucky’s face appears in your line of sight, eyebrows pulled together, and his mouth is moving, saying the same thing over and over until you can finally make out his words. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

And truth be told? You’ve been wondering the exact same thing. There’s panic ebbing its way into your veins, coiling in your stomach and threatening to slip past your lips in cries for help, but you can only just manage to whisper between coughs.

You want to say something, but suddenly there’s a hand on your arm and every single nerve in your body tenses and there are alarms – sirens – going off in your head, the word danger flashing in an angry red in your mind. “Stop! Stop! Don’t touch me!”

The hand is gone as fast as it came, and Bucky’s alarmed face is in front of you again, eyes wide. He takes you in for a moment, barely concealed panic behind his blue eyes, before his expression falls into a neutral. “Look Y/N. Everything that happened back at the tower? We can deal with it later, okay? Just let me get you help first.”

You want to scream. Nothing makes sense. Nothing around you makes any sense at all, and the word ‘help’ is so foreign it sounds more like a threat than a promise of safety.

Your actions are slowed down by the wounds all over your body, and with your mind equally as hazy, you don’t get time to respond before the door slams shut. You flinch.

The front door opens and Bucky sits down and then he’s driving again, and you’re in and out of consciousness, trying to figure out a way to get out of the car but knowing that in your state, there’s no way you could manage.

“I have to–” you breathe sharply as the car swerves to the left. “Tell you something. Bucky, listen–”

There’s another sharp turn to the right this time. Your body lurches forward and the seat belt suddenly feels like a knife to the stomach, cutting into the exposed, bloody skin. It hurts, god, it hurts so much that you can barely focus on anything around you. Tears cloud your vision, and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

They know, Bucky. They know and they’re going to come back.

The words never slip past your lips.


“Look, I just–”

“You better get out of here before I blast your punk ass out.”

This is the second time you wake up to bright lights, and it takes a few blinks to clear your vision. This time, there’s no pain. Instead, it feels like you’re floating on a cloud, and everything around you is a different, calm kind of hazy. It feels kind of nice for once, until–

“Fuck.”

The arguing around you comes to a stop, and the constant hum of machines fills the room. Tony, casually leaning against the wall with a bag of dried blueberries in his hand, pushes off when he sees you awake. He throws a glance at the other man in the room , sporting a black and purple bruise around his left eye, and your breath hitches in your throat as you’re hit with an overwhelming sense of familiarity. There’s a thump in your chest, reflected by the quickened pace of the heartbeat monitor, and you shift backwards on the

The man looks at you, opens his mouth to say something, then stops at a cutting look from Tony. He closes his mouth, throws you one last glance, then shuffles out the door.

“How you feelin’, kid?” Tony asks as he walks to the side of your bed.

“Like shit.”

He laughs, and you can tell that he wants to say more, that there’s words caught on the tip of his tongue, but he bites them back with a lopsided grin and settles for a hair-ruffle instead. You’re too tired to swat him away.

The door swings open, and this time a nurse and doctor walk in. Routine procedure, now that you’re awake, they tell you. A couple broken ribs, a concussion, broken leg, four stitches across the forehead, twelve staples near the abdomen, and the list goes on. Then come the questions, which gain a few weird looks from Tony and a ton of scribbles from the nurse.

“You’ve been in a medically induced coma for the past week to aid in reducing the swelling of your brain,” the doctor says. You stare at him and he continues, “But you are showing symptoms of post-traumatic amnesia. It’s transient, so don’t stress about it. You received a lot of head trauma, so it’s expected. Your memories should return shortly; don’t try to force them back by thinking too hard, that’ll only hurt your head.”

You nod, trying to process the information. There’s this feeling that you can’t shake off, that you know something important that you have to tell someone, but you can’t figure it out and now you know why.

“We need to complete a few more tests, so you’ll be in here for the next couple days, but once that’s done, you’re free to go.” You nod again, and the doctor fixes some equipment around the room before leaving with the nurse trailing behind him.

Tony plops down in the plastic chair beside your bed. “Amnesia, huh?” You sigh in response.

“Okay, so, I was totally cool about the situation, but Capsicle? Think New York City, twenty-ten, fresh-out-of-the-ice. Guy was the most scared I’d ever seen.” A chuckle escapes your lips, followed by a groan of pain, and Tony only smiles.

“Get some rest, kid,” he says as he gets up to leave. “I’m gonna grab something to eat.”

And he’s almost at the door when the question that’s been bugging you can’t stay in your head any longer.

“Tee,” you croak, voice raspy and mouth parched. He pauses and turns to look at you, eyebrows raised in question. “Who was that guy you were talking to?”

Tony stiffens for a moment, eyes hardening and not meeting your gaze. Then he smiles, “No one you need to worry about right now, Y/N. Get some sleep.” He leaves the room.

For someone who had been asleep for the past week, you’re pretty tired. So you close your eyes, sinking into the pillow as sleep overtakes your body.

You dream of the man’s blue eyes and metal arm.


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•neil used to write his name places back when he and his mom were on the run
•he would graffiti it on a wall or scratch it into a tree or rock
•always small and barely noticeable
•it was just the first couple of cities
•after that his mom noticed and she beat him for it so he never did it again
•but one day he wakes up gasping from a nightmare
•and andrew is there of course
•he makes hot chocolate and they sit on the couch in silence sipping the hot drinks
•andrew knows that drawing calms neil down ((there are so many beautiful headcanons about this i love))
•so he offers neil his arm and a pen
•and neil is like are you sure????
•andrew just glares at him
•but he doesn’t lower the pen so neil grabs it and starts doodling
•and hes spacing out but he jolts back to life when andrew yanks his arm back
•neil is unsure what happened but then he sees it
•he had written his name at the base of andrew’s wrist right above a sketch of a key
•and andrew’s just glaring at neil
•so neil is like shit im sorry i can wash it off
•andrew glares but he doesnt get up to wash it off
•he just leans back into the couch and tells neil his handwriting is shit
•so neil slowly relaxes
•and then they’re sitting in silence again
•until neil starts talking quietly
•he tells andrew about leaving his name in the cities he and his mom stayed in
•and andrew waits for him to elaborate
•so neil tells him why
•tells him that he wanted so bad to be real
•to be “a real boy” ((that one headcanon about andrew calling neil pinocchio because he wanted to be a real boy, i don’t remember who posted it but it was beautiful and i cried))
•to have a real life and a real name
•he left his mark places in an attempt to not just disappear
•to not just be forgotten as if he was never there
•he tells all this to andrew
•and andrew sits and listens but doesn’t speak
•his weight next to neil is enough
•the next day andrew disappears for a couple hours
•and because neil is an oblivious shit
•he thinks andrew is mad at him for writing his name on him???? or something?????
•so he goes up to the roof and waits
•andrew comes out eventually and sits down next to him, lighting two cigarettes
•and when he hands one to neil
•neil catches a glimpse of something dark on andrews sleeve
•andrew sees neil looking and sighs
•he rolls his armband up and holds his arm out for neil
•neil stares
•there on andrews wrist is a small N above the outline of a key
•it is clearly neil’s handwriting
•and too dark to be pen
•neil stares some more and then looks up at andrew
•"yes or no"
•"yes"
•later when their cigarettes are almost burned to the filter
•neils fingers hover over andrews wrist
•andrew glares but he just says “yes”
•neil looks up at him before slowly moving his fingers to trace the outline of the key
•his fingers slowly inch up to the N
•cue andrew: “it could stand for North you know”
•neil: “why the fuck would you tattoo North on your wrist”
•andrew just rolls his eyes and tilts his head back to look up at the sky
•they sit like that for a while
•neil slowly tracing the outlines of the tattoos
•and andrew looking up at the sky, taking drags from his cigarette
•neil doesn’t tell andrew how much this means
•how grateful he is that he has a real life
•a real name
•a family who love and care for him
•who would do anything for him
•he doesn’t tell andrew how grateful he is that he now has proof
•that here he is
•he’s alive
•he’s here
•he survived
•andrew knows 
•they sit on that roof, high above the campus, their shoulders touching and they watch the sun slowly dip below the horizon, the smoke from their cigarettes floating up into the night air
•its relaxed and calm
•its home 

Bonus:
•neil gets a matching key tattooed on his wrist the next day
•he traces the shape whenever he feels himself getting into his head
•he traces the outline of a key
•and remember what it means
•remembered what he’s been given
•a life
•a family
•a home

basically neil and andrew are little fucking shits who are so goddamn in love and they have matching tattoos and im going to fling myself into the sun
soulmate! Hoshi

for anon: soulmate hoshi please? i loved all the soulmate aus so far!!!!keep up the good work!!!

a/n: TYSM and hope you enjoy!!

Summary: in which the closer you are to your soulmate, you can hear what song their listening too, visa versa (part two)

  • the first year you could comprehend what a soulmate actually was,
  • you were completely obsessed with finding your “mark”
  • and after that mess, searching through the “soulmate” section in the library and asking around
  • you kind of just gave up of finding your soulmate
  • figured “go with the flow” is best
  • but that didn’t stop you from lowkey being jealous of your friends who had obvious signs
  • hell even one had her soulmate’s first words
  • you think you could live with anything, even "get out the way" if it meant you would for sure meet he or, what the hell, she one day
  • flash forward years later not really lol your still young and fresh okay
  • your college offers programs for classes over seas for a year
  • for your major, the best places would be, south korea, singapore, and japan
  • lots of people were choosing south korea, and but you actually already know korean, as a result of your high school friend who was korean
  • so to be a little different you and your best friend in college, choose japan
  • even though flying is a bitch, you and your friend land safely and head to baggage claim
  • suddenly you hear this slight beat in your ears
  • looking down at your phone, you see the music is turned off
  • “f/n do you hear some music?”
  • “nah you alright?”
  • “yeah it’s probably just my post plane effects”
  • when you sit in the taxi on the way to your airport, you play your music and eventually the beat is gone
  • the next day when your prepping for a class, you hear the beat again
  • you search everywhere and after your friend says she hears nothing, you almost pull your hair out
  • then it clicks,
  • holy shit you’ve read of soulmates having this before
  • maybe he’s japanese????
  • after telling your friend, on any spare time you guys had, you both travel all through japan
  • the disappointment you feel hurts, in fact in seems the farther you travel through japan, the quieter the beat gets
  • the one thing you notice is the same beat seems to play over and over again
  • at one point you to start to subconsciously drum your fingers to them 24/7
  • you wonder if your soulmate can hear your music too and is thinking about you? hopefully?
  • at the end of your time in japan, you and your friend decided to take a week vacation in seoul, south korea
  • “girl did you see the street food there, if we gain a couple pounds, it’ll definitely be okay”
  • and literally, the first thing you notice when landing at Incheon is the melody added to that beat
  • “f/n. shit i think my soulmate’s korean”
  • as you get closer to seoul, you can start to hear the whispers of lyrics
  • by the time your in your hotel you can hear the lyrics as if your playing it from your phone quietly 
  • “ulgo sipci anha”
  • despite the bit of jet lag you have, you grab a small backpack full of all your essentials and head out, leaving a note for your friend who’s already knocked out
  • as you run around seoul aimlessly, you somehow figure out directions with the sounds
  • this leads you to the front of a large building
  • smartly, you plug in your earphones and play a hiphop song, loud with heavy beats
  • if there’s a way you can hear a song about boys not wanting to cry then he could hear you blasting kokak blacks’ tunnel vision in one ear
  • no matter how far you walk along the street you always hear the song the loudest at the building
  • after mustering up some courage, your about to knock but the crying song stops
  • you step back three feet, kind of freaked out, the mash of the two songs only becoming yours
  • suddenly a cute black haired boy dressed in sweaty workout clothes explodes from the doors
  • he stares at you with wide eyes and takes a step back
  • bumping into a whole soccer team of guys coming out or peaking heads out the door
  • you slowly reach your hand up to your earbud and as you take that one out, the music in his ears stop also
  • the grin that graces his face has to be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen
  • he looks at your face brightly, noticing the happy smile on your face
  • like the match made in heaven you guys are, you run up to him laughing and he opens his arm laughing
  • your arms go around his shoulders and his around your waist
  • you get lifted slightly and this situation makes you smile and giggle even harder
  • suddenly you feel yourself get pulled forward from what you notice is your soulmate’s friends pulling him back inside the building
  • “as happy as i am for you to find your soulmate, lets not have any pictures taken”
  • he ignores them completely with the smile seemingly permanent
  • setting you down, he holds your hands tightly, grinning
  • “my name’s kwon soonyoung and ill definitely be calling you soon”
  • you giggle and answer
  •  "my name’s f/n l/n. i would call you honey, but your so much sweeter than that.“
  •  you guys laugh again and he pulls you in closer, burying his head in your nape and yours in his chest
  • “wow someone who’s actually PERFECT for soonyoung”
  • “the cringe couple”
  • “ewwww LMAO”
  • “WE ALL HAVE HOPE NOW 2017 IS SEVENTEEN’S SOULMATE YEAR” 
  • after being introduced and explained too that they are actually a group called seventeen and bombarded by them with questions,
  • you and soonyoung are given time alone
  • aka sitting in the corner and pretending svt isn’t trying to eavesdrop on the other side of the dance studio
  • getting to know each other must have been the funnest and cutest experience of each other’s life
  • “its a great song but i was tired of listening to just one portion of a song about boys crying after the first 10 minutes”
  • “yahh, i create choreography, so of course i play it over”
  • you guys openly and cutely discuss pet names
  • “i dont want to call you y/n, that’s what everyone else calls you,” he pouts
  • “what about you? you have something you wanna be called?”
  •  he slightly gets flustered, and before he can answer you ask,
  • “you know how americans will call their husbands hubby?”
  • he nods at the mention
  • “what do you think about bubby? boyfriend instead of husband”
  • he smiles sweetly and laughs, “i like it, and i’ll call you jagi (honey) in honor of your pickup line”
  • you laugh and accept of course
  •  the corners of his mouth twitch up in a slight smirk
  • “so am i your boyfriend now?”
  • you slap his arm lightly, “yah im not that easy, take me on a date first”
  • you guys get closer on the emotional level
  • he looks at you and smiles softly
  • “i think your too pretty to be my soulmate" 
  • "what do you mean??? your the most attractive guy ever. clearly we are soulmates, two good looking people together? helloo”
  • you wiggle your eyebrows at him and wink cutely
  • he chuckles softly
  • “are you sure, you’ve seen the other members, they have way better bodies and faces than me”
  • you realize at this moment your soulmate had insecurities
  • why are korean beauty standards like this
  • “look at me”
  • you boldly hold his face in both of your hands, instantly making his ears turn red
  • “i don’t know or care that other people don’t find you attractive. to me you are the most handsome" 
  • "your the perfect height for me, i dont need to you to be any taller" 
  • "your eyes are the most attractive thing, i didn’t think someone can be so hot and cute as the same time but damn you proved me wrong" 
  • "i could go on and on but if i say all of them now, it would take forever”
  • you bring his face closer and press your lips on his cheek softly
  • he smiles with pink cheeks and pecks your neck, settling his head there and whispers
  • “you don’t need to be perfect but i know your perfect for me”
  • you laugh tenderly and whisper in his ear,
  • “i love how you can keep up with my cheesy comments but let’s not do this 24/7”
  • he chuckles loudly
  • “let’s be a comfortable & fun couple, those are the best”
  •  "definitely”
  • svt at the side like “this has to be the cheesiest and cutest moment i’ll ever witness”
  • “it’s a drama in real life lol”
  • seungkwan says this a little too loudly
  • you and soonyoung both look over and then at each other
  • “you wanna throw it or will i?”

Originally posted by royalkpop

The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

100% reconmend you another soulmate au here, soulmate! Joshua ;)

(Jess: Seri ily //actual tears//)

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~ admin seri

Boyfriend! Jaehyun

#5 of Boyfriend! Series

Taeil | Johnny | Taeyong | Yuta | Doyoung | Ten | Jaehyun | WinWin | Mark | Renjun | Jeno | Haechan | Jaemin | Chen Le | Jisung

A/N: I honestly didn’t mean to be biased but i’m so soft because i love jaehyun so much so this boyfriend! would be much longer than the rest. i love all the members but im so sorry i got carried away ㅠㅠ

Originally posted by yutaejpg

Word Count: 2,349
Style/ Genre: Headcanon/ very fluffy 
Date Posted: 7 Sept 2017


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The Art of Falling In Love (With a Stranger): Part 1

Real life

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x Reader

Summary: After an amusing mixup, Finn and the reader become close friends despite never meeting the other. Fluff and embarrassment ensue.

Disclaimer: I do not own Finn Wolfhard so I don’t own his political views, etc.

Y/n: your name

Y/f/c: your favorite color

Y/h/c: your hair color


Finn clicked ‘post’ and within seconds, millions of fans had already commented on it. Curious as to what they were saying, Finn scrolled through the comments only to sigh in annoyance when they were all along the same lines: ‘You’re too adorable/hot/precious’ and ‘marry me’. Seriously, if this is what girls are like these days, Finn’s not sure he’s going to ever get married.

Suddenly, his eye catches on an interesting question that doesn’t involve marriage or what he uses for his hair or even the post: ‘What is your opinion on feminism? Similarly, what are your opinions on social injustices?’

Intrigued, Finn clicks on the username of the commenter. Casually scrolling through his posts before bed is one of his favorite hobbies but it would appear he hasn’t been paying enough attention to the ‘little people’, as his agent calls them.

The account, @your-username, is full of videos of you laughing with your friends, puns, and interesting stories. It’s a lot more interesting than looking at the duck-face selfies his fellow celebrities post.

Deciding he has nothing to lose, Finn DM’s you.

Finn: Hey! Your comment was really interesting on my latest post. It had nothing to do with it, but it was interesting. Um… I support feminism, I guess. What do you mean by social injustices?

Almost immediately, you started typing back and Finn braced himself for the electronic squeal he was about to mentally hear. Instead, you type back:

Y/n: Social injustices like the prejudices surrounding certain races, the hate that women have to bear on a regular basis for striving for achievement. Is this, like, a prank or something?

Finn: Why would this be a prank?

Y/n: There’s almost no way the Finn Wolfhard would be responding to my comment.

Finn: Why’d you post it, then? And yes, this is the Finn Wolfhard

Y/n: I mean to post that on another post but clicked yours by accident… there’s a reason it was so random XD sorry to bother you! If you’re answering fan’s comments you must be annoyed to find out I didn’t intend it for you…

Finn frowned. Now he feels stupid. Your next text quickly soothes his bruised ego, though:

Y/n: It’s fine. It’s actually interesting to find out how to answer questions like that! I want to be an actress, you see, and the Stranger Things and It cast are kinda my role models… so young and so successful! You guys are wonderful people and amazing actors!

Finn smiles and types back quickly.

Finn: Np. You’ll have to let me know when you star in your own show, I’ll watch!

Y/n: Sorry about the misunderstanding. Will do! Cya!

Finn types back a farewell and scrolls through your profile a bit more. Every time he answered a fan’s comment they would keep him up until at least 3 in the morning trying to find out everything about him and asking him to date them at least 30 times. He decides this y/n is an interesting character.

For the first time in a long time, Finn goes to bed before 12:00, his mind still wondering about this girl who contradicts everything he knows about girls these days.

Finn almost surprises himself the next morning when he texts you.

Finn: Good morning

You don’t reply and he takes that to mean you’re still sleeping. It takes you another three hours to reply and then you say:

Y/n: Hey, sorry, I was hanging out with my friends. Wassup?

Finn grins.

Finn: Hanging with your friends and playing 2048?

Y/n: Haha, you saw my post. Yeah, you got me! I was too lazy to check who texted me. You didn’t answer my question, though. wassup?

(You just posted a screenshot of the website 2048 with a square that had the numbers 2048 on it highlighted. Finn’s not sure what that exactly means, but your caption ‘Hells yeah!’ indicates that it’s exciting)

Finn: I honestly have nothing to do right now. wbu?

Y/n: I should be doing hw, but who cares about that stuff, right? im writing/reading fanfiction and watching vines bc im basic and a fangirl

Having made up his mind, Finn grins, types out a quick ‘bye’ and follows the girl. Immediately you ask him, why’d you do that?

Finn: What?

Y/n: You just followed me. Is this a joke?

Finn: What?

Y/n: You’re a celeb and I’m a nobody. Why are you following me? Is this some popularity test or something? trick a nobody into thinking you’re actually interested in them before dumping them?

Finn: At least you post interesting stuff. literally all anyone posts these days is those duck face selfies

Y/n: That wasn’t an answer

Finn: What’s your deal? I’m not allowed to follow you?

Y/n: No, but now literally all my friends are going to be so pissed at me

Finn: Why?

Y/n: They’re going to think I did something to get you to follow me without them

Finn: girls are weird

Y/n: tell me about it


Finn: how was ur hoco?

Y/n: it was fine, i guess. They didn’t play any slow songs and I went with a dude but all we did was play chess in the cafeteria and eat

Finn felt weird at the thought of Y/n going to homecoming with another guy and mad that she didn’t even get to dance.

Finn: That stinks. If it makes you feel any better, my hoco was just as sucky

Y/n: XD yea i know.

Finn: Stalker!

Y/n: Noted. And by the way, you’re out of milk.

Finn: Not funny bc i actually am out of milk

Y/n: XD hocos are all sucky

Finn: I bet chess was better than being forced to dance. thats what happened to me

Y/n: Poor thing, people wanting to be with you

Finn: you got asked!

Y/n: Fair enough.

Finn had seen the photo you had posted on your profile. You were wearing a stunning y/f/c dress and your y/h/c hair was curled slightly. You looked like a princess but talked like a rebel.

Finn supposes it’s part of your charm before blushing and hastily focusing on memorizing the lines of the scene he has to shoot tomorrow.


Finn: What are you being for Halloween?

Y/n: the wall of lights from ST. Wbu?

Finn: That’ll be interesting to see. Send me a pic. im being richie from it bc i got to keep the glasses and a hawaiian shirt is easy enough to find

Y/n: Dude so many people in my grade say that it wasn’t scary

Finn: They’re being dicks it was terrifying

Y/n: Thank you!

Finn: Who’d you see it with?

Y/n: the boy who took me to hoco

Y/n: we were both wimps and clutching each other’s hands when we were scared


“Who are you texting?” Caleb inquired, trying to peer over Finn’s shoulder. Finn hastily turned the screen off, which was useless as it buzzed and turned on again within a second as you answered the question he had just asked.

“His secret girlfriend,” Gaten answered.

“She’s not my girlfriend!” Finn protests.

“He hasn’t stopped texting her,” Noah adds, “but he won’t tell us who it is. I think it’s that cute reporter that asked him all those questions.”

“I bet it’s Millie!” Gaten guesses.

Millie looks over from where she’s looking at Sadie’s phone and shakes her head. “He hasn’t responded to any of my texts or Sadie’s. The mystery girl isn’t one of us.”

“I think it’s Sophia,” Sadie says before diving back into her phone.

For a few minutes the entire limo is bomboarding Finn with questions. He ignores them all and just responds to your text.

“Hey, Millie,” Caleb calls. Finn relaxes, glad the attention is off of him, but then Caleb snags his phone out of his hand and presses video chat. Gaten, who’d seen your username, quickly tells everyone what it is and they all immediately search you up.

You answer the chat, much to Finn’s dismay. “Hey,” you say quickly without glancing at the phone. “Give me a sec—shit!” You throw your hands in the air as an orange fluffball jumps onto her keyboard. “Crookshanks, I swear to God—”

You try to lift the cat off but it swipes at your face.

“Asshole! Give me a sec, Finn.” You pick up the floofball and run to grab a Band-Aid. The entire limo can hear you drop the cat onto the ground before it jumps back onto the desk and looks at the camera. For all the cat is a jerk (Finn would know, you’ve faced off against Crookshanks many a time during a video chat) he’s extremely smart as well.

“Aww,” Millie coos.

Crookshanks chirps in response.

“Yeah, sorry, Finn, I was playing—” You shove the cat away and finally glance at the phone. “You’re not Finn.”

“Sorry, Y/n,” Finn calls.

“Oh my God, you’re Caleb McLaughlin!” you exclaim, your eyes widening comically.

“Call him Caleb,” Finn tells you, still off-screen.

You flush a deep red. “Hi?” you offer quietly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“We just want to know who Finn’s girlfriend is,” Sadie shouts.

If it’s possible, you flush an even deeper red.

“We’re not dating!” Finn yells through muffled hands; he’s hidden his face in them. You do the same on the screen before the view is obstructed by the orange cat’s pelt again.

“Dude, you’re dating the future Miss America!” Gaten exclaims, still scrolling through your posts. “This bitch can sing, dance, and she’s super hot!”

“Sorry, Finn, dinner!” you say loudly before hanging up.

Finn’s face is bright red when he finally takes it out of his hands. “I’m going to kill you.”

“Jaeden, Sophia, Jack, Wyatt, Chosen, and Jackson just started following her!” Sadie announces.

“How the fuck did they hear about this so fast?”

Millie just waves her phone in response.


Y/n: Dude, why are all of your friends following me?

Finn: I’m sorry

Y/n: Now I feel pressure to post funny stuff since famous people are looking at what I’m doing

Finn: You’re already funny, trust me they’ll love your posts

Y/n: thx

Finn: whats ur deal with famous people anyway

Y/n: the paparazzi are always watching u guys

Finn: tell me about it

Finn: so your worried theyll start watching you too?

Y/n: no just that they’ll start looking at what your looking at and laugh and b like ‘oh wow this bitch think she cool’

Y/n: idk its stupid

Finn: no its not

Finn: I cant say anything without it being analyzed 50 times over during interviews

Y/n: plus some celebs think theyre better than normal ppl just bc theyre famous so idk i thought u were like that at first


When Finn hears about Matt and Ross looking for another female actress his age, he’s stunned. Sophia’s busy doing something and he hasn’t really heard of any really big kid-actresses right now (or maybe he’s spent too much time hanging out only with the Stranger Things and It kids).

Anyways, he tells you immediately. Your squeal is loud enough to puncture his eardrums.

“I asked them if they would be willing to hire someone who hasn’t acted in a big movie before,” Finn says, smiling as you clap your hands to your cheeks to hide your grin, “and they said they wouldn’t mind as long as she was good!”

“Do you really think they would hire me?” you ask, your hand still cupped over your mouth.

“You’ll be hired the second they see you,” Finn promises and wonders how he still hasn’t met you in person.

Is it possible to fall in love in a year?

Finn thinks so. He knows it was the right decision to reply to your comment. He still can’t believe how down-to-earth you are, how you struggle with math just like him, how you’re an amazing writer. He’s read some of your fics and even edited a short story you wrote and entered into a contest. You didn’t even place, unfortunately, but Finn’s been encouraging you to publish it for at least a month. The judges were fucking stupid not to give you first place.

How can it be that you two haven’t even met each other in person yet are so close? Finn has no idea how tall you are compared to him, what you smell like, what your hair feels like with his fingers running through it, yet you text each other every single day and while video chatting, seem to communicate without talking. He knows your favorite color, your birthday, what games you like to play, what sports you like, and vice versa.

You’re a nice dose of reality when he’s overwhelmed with the stresses of Hollywood. You’ve talked him to sleep many a time when he’s freaking over a scene he has to shoot and he’s helped you study for tests you have to take. The two of you are orbiting in completely different circles. You’re working for grades, he’s working for money.

And yet Finn’s palms sweat whenever you respond to one of his texts or smile at him from your phone screen. Your laugh makes his world appear in high-definition.

Finn thinks he’s in love.

He thinks you might like him too, based on how many guys you’ve turned down in the past three months (five. You told Millie about them. Surprisingly, the two of you are close as well).

But how could he be, if he’s never even touched you?

(Sometimes, like right now, he really does feel like Mike Wheeler. They both fell in love at a really young age to girls they didn’t really know.)


Y/n: Favorite vacation?

Finn: Hawaii

Y/n: No way, you’ve gone?

Finn: It was awesome

Y/n: Did you snorkel? Did you see turtles? Is the water super clear?

Finn: Yeah, all that and more. The fish weren’t afraid of us; I swam right through a school of them.

Y/n: So. Lucky!

Y/n: Oh, did I tell you I’m sending in a video of myself acting, singing, and dancing to a theater company?

Finn: no way! What play are they putting on? Which theater company is it?

Y/n: Broadway…

Finn: No shit! Dude, you won’t even need the Stranger Things role to get famous!

Y/n: Ikr! Anyways, I gotta go, cya

Is it bad that Finn wants to take you to Hawaii now?


Finn can’t believe it when Matt and Ross say he can go to your interview too, since he was the one who recommended you in the first place. The two of you are so excited to finally meet the other.

Finn’s counting down the days.

Exactly a week from when the two of you are finally, finally going to meet the other, he gets this text:

Y/n: Hey Finn. Um so my grandpa took a bad fall and I’m not really that close to him but we’re all traveling across the country to see him and my grandma. They’re not sure he’s gonna make it because there was some internal bleeding and stuff and his kidneys aren’t doing too hot, but I won’t be able to make it to the interview. I already told Matt and Ross. Just thought you should know.

Finn wants to scream. Why couldn’t your grandpa have waited a week?

Finn: It’s totally okay. I’m glad you’re going to see him. You’ll have to let me know how he’s doing, okay? Do you have another date you could do the interview?

Y/n: Matt and Ross suggested Monday the 22. It works for us, wbu?

Without even looking at his calender, Finn replies yes. Who cares if he’s got something going on?


Finn: What about you, what’s your favorite vaca?

Y/n: I’d have to say Great Wolf Lodge. Have you ever gone?

Finn: I think maybe once or twice when I was younger, idk

Y/n: It’s really great! We go every year for Thanksgiving. it’s pretty much the only time i actually see my parents. the water park is humongous and have you heard of MagiQuest? You can go on quests and they’re kinda lame but its still fun. When I was younger you could make your own remote-control cars and I would race mine up and down the hallways…

You kept explaining to Finn and he was reading but really, he was imagining you saying all that to him not on a screen but actually next to him.

Yeah, he’s in love with you.


“Hey, dude, can I borrow your phone for a sec?” Caleb asks.

“Sure,” Finn answers and tosses it to him.

“Dude, what’s your lock screen?” Caleb snickers. “Oh my God, is it her school schedule?”

Finn flushes as Gaten turns, seemingly summoned by the mere mention of Y/n. “Her schedule is his lock screen?” Gaten clarifies.

Caleb nods, chucking the phone back at Finn.

“Well, I don’t want to call her while she’s in class!” Finn defends. Except for Spanish class, because the teacher’s never there.

“Dude, you are so whipped!” Jack chuckles, appearing out of nowhere.


Y/n: Dude, guess what?

Finn: What?

Y/n: You’re never going to believe this but…

Finn: What?

Y/n: Broadway recalled me!

Finn: No fucking way! I’m so happy for you!

Y/n: And also… 4 more days!

Finn: Do you think it’s going to be awkward, seeing each other in real life?

Y/n: Why would it be?

Finn doesn’t have a response for that.


There’s two days left to go when the media starts to attack Finn for ignoring his fan. The truth is that he’d been so exhausted he just couldn’t deal with signing an autograph, taking a picture, and answering 300 questions. He just couldn’t deal with it.

Now he’s just searching up his name on Google and refreshing the page as articles swarm in about how ‘heartless’ and ‘insensitive’ he is.

There’s not one thing about how he’s a kid actor. He’s tired. He deserves a break.

Then his phone chimes. He can tell by the ringtone that it’s you. He fully expects either a ‘Finn, why’d you ignore that fan?’ or a ‘hey, it’s okay, they don’t understand’ but instead it’s a screenshot.

You send another.

And another.

You’re sending him tens of screenshots of tumblr, twitter, and facebook posts defending him. Maybe that’s not a lot in real life but the fact that some people can see it just make Finn want to cry.

So he does. And somehow he calls you and through his tears manages to give his thanks.

“I understand,” you say. Both of you are wishing you could hug him right now. “I wish you didn’t have to deal with this but I understand.”


One day left and the two of you are freaking out. You’re taking a plane to Orange, California, for a meeting with Matt and Ross (from the way Finn speaks so highly of your skills the interview is practically a formality). The Stranger Things kids have been staying in Orange close to the brothers so they’ll be able to start reading through the script the second they’ve finalized it, which will be any day now when they’ve found an actress for the part of an orphan who’s connected to the lab because her dad is Dr. Brenner and she knows where he is. The orphan’s name isn’t decided yet, but that’s the part you’re hoping to get.

You can’t help but wonder what Finn will be like in real life.

“Y/n!” Matt says, extending his hand. You shake it, smiling nervously, and then shake Ross’ hand.

“Hello!” you say brightly. “Thank you so much for letting me audition for this part.”

“It’s no trouble, really. From the way Finn speaks of you, we know you have real talent. Now, we’re just going to give you a few characters and a scenario and we’ll have you act out how you think they’ll react, all right?”

“Sure,” you agree.

“All right.”

You’re just finishing up with the audition when the door bangs open. “Sorry I’m late, the traffic was terrible—”

You whirl around.

“Finn!” Ross says happily.

Stumble

Yoongi X Reader

Smut

Word Count - 3516

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where you trip over some boxes/files that were left on the floor by Yoongi (your crush and a long-ish time friend) and spill coffee you had on your new shirt. he wants to by you dinner as an apology and things take off when he wants to drive you home ^^

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THIS IS SO SHIT HONESTLY I WANT TO CRY BUT I HAD NOTHING ELSE TO POST AND THIS IS ONE OF THE FIRST REQUESTS I HAD EVER GOTTEN, I AM SO SORRY IT HAS TAKEN FUCKING MONTHS TO POST THIS AND IM SORRY ITS SO SHITTY <3

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou


Your arms were engulfed with coffee cups and folders as you rushed to your desk. You were already 5 minutes late, and you knew your boss wouldn’t be happy.

Fuck you hated your job.

You saw people exchange glances as you sat on the small table, slamming the folders down carelessly. You were in no mood to return fake smiles today.
“Now that’s not the right attitude to come into work with.” The, deep, tense voice that made your smile turn into a frown every time your ears recognised it. You turned to look behind you, to see him. His jet black hair seemed glossy, a smug smirk placed on his lips as he looked down at you. You turned back to your computer screen.

“Sorry, Mr. Min..” You mumbled, typing impatiently as you tried to ignore your bosses presence.

“No need to apologise, Y/N, but you need to understand, that in this company, we all have a positive attitude.” He whispered from behind you, his lips inches away from your ear.

You couldn’t help but snort at his remark. Was he that stupid to not realise that not fucking everyone was as happy and cheery as him? Yoongi raised an eyebrow at the unusual sound that escaped you.

“Yes.” You nodded, breaking the awkward silence that was taking place between the two of you.

“Okay, good.” Yoongi nodded, his hand squeezed your shoulder. The warmth against your clothed skin made you feel slightly uncomfortable at his unnecessary touch.

“Please don’t touch me.” You asked, your voice blank as you tried to stare at the computer screen. Failing in the process. Your eyes travelled to his large hand, veins bulging as he gripped your shoulder.

Although you had no possible intimate feelings towards your boss. You had to admit that he was a handsome man, and that if you were to have a ‘crush’ on this man, you would gladly fall at his feet.

“You must have taken my sign of reassurance out of context, I apologise Y/N” Yoongi chuckled, his hand falling by his side again, a smirk playing at his rosy pink lips.

“Well I apologise for taking it out of context, Mr. Min.” You smiled, turning around so you were facing him once again.

“Please, call me Yoongi” Yoongi smiled down at you, his hands now placed behind his back. He was indeed a formal man, who was enthusiastic enough to keep his workers irritated and tired 24/7.

“Okay, Yoongi, now please can I get back to my work?” You asked, annoyed at his lingering presence.

Usually people would scurry away from your boss, trying their best to ‘behave’ in a formal manner. To look good in front of him. To be like him.

But you decided to turn the other way, being honest and rude to him as much as you could. You couldn’t help it. He just seemed to dehumanise everything in his way, and you weren’t going to let the impact he had on other people, affect you.

“Of course” He nodded at you, patting your shoulder once more before turning his back to you and walking to his office.


“Oh fuck this” You breathed out, your eyes glancing at your watch.

You were going to be late, again.

You sipped your at your coffee, hissing as you swallowed the scorching hot liquid, you took no notice of your untied shoes, and before you knew it, you were tripping over your own feet, the hot beverage spilling carelessly over your hand.

You cussed, trying you hardest to focus on the way you were going.

You yelped, crashing against a soft chest. The large hands found their way to your hips as everything you had once carried was now on the ground. You cussed as you felt a sting against your chest, a painful, burning sensation that had settled there.

“Woah, hey, those boxes shouldn’t have been there” A deep, soft chuckle broke the awkward silence.

“Shit.” You muttered, wincing as you started to realise that your face and body was pressed up against Min Yoongi’s, you slowly pulled your face away from his chest, to look up at him, flustered and embarrassed at the position you were both in.

His eyes studied your shy, guilt ridden face before travelling down to your chest, where the coffee had made your sheer red blouse expose your black, lace bra. Your breasts looked so plump and round in the wet shirt, that it was merely impossible for him to not think about dirty things.

“Y-you look like you’re in pain.” Yoongi stuttered, grabbing your wrists and pulling you out of the way of the boxes and anything that could possibly cause another commotion.

“Yoongi, I am fine.” You reassured him, trying to pull away from his firm grasp.

You could see the lust in his eyes, you could smell his desire. He wanted you so badly, seeing you, there, with your breasts practically exposed as your teeth overlapped your bottom lip in a why that turned Yoongi on.

You turned him on.

Yoongi thought for a moment, before releasing his grip from your wrists, a smile playing on his lips. “I should have looked where I was going, I was actually looking to see where you were-” He started, running a thumb across your heated cheeks.

God dammit why was he always following you.

“You know, to see if you had those files I needed for the meeting later this evening.” He smiled, shaking his head as he thought about your shocked expression when you had collided with Yoongis chest. He felt comforted by you, the weight between you two had been such a stimulating experience, even if it only lasted a minute or two.

You cussed under your breath. Yoongi had specifically told you to bring those files today. The meeting he was going to was practically his promotion on the line.

And you had let him down, once again.

“Shit, I’ll go home straight away and get them, I am so sorry, I was in such a rush this morning and-”

“How about we go out for lunch, and then I can overlook the papers with you, so were both confident about the level of work?” Yoongi asked, grinning.

“I mean, I guess so. But I have to change, I can’t go anywhere looking like this.”

“In my eyes, you look gorgeous-”

“Watch it, Yoongi.”

But if you are worried about your appearance, I would happily drive you to your home so you can change.”

You hesitated, but nodded, turning around, grabbing the folders you had brought with you to work and threw them on your desk. You were coming back later anyway.


On the car drive home all Yoongi could look and think about was you and your body. The way the seatbelt wrapped around your curvy body made your breasts pop out made him grow, but Yoongi was a man who could control himself in these types of situations.

“Turn right” You told your boss, your voice hoarse and shaky.

You were nervous to say the least.. You had never really interacted with Yoongi out of work, so this was a first for you.

“Just park there, my car got towed a couple days ago so theres a free spot.” you mumble, pointing at the empty space.

You stepped out of the car, hissing as the cold air hit you. Rushing to the door, you unlocked it, motioning him to come inside quickly, it was cold, and your apartment was warm, cold usually overtakes heat at a rapid pace. And you liked being warm.

Without argument Yoongi rushed inside, looking around the room. It seemed cozy, a suitable size for someone who lived alone. He couldn’t complain.

“I’ll be 5 minutes, make yourself at home.” You muttered, strolling to your bedroom, grasping clothes from your wardrobe as if it was a race.

You slipped out of your clothes and placed on a white button up shirt and black jeans slipping on grey converse. You weren’t going to make yourself look sophisticated, you were too tired.

Yoongi looked around your apartement, his long slender fingers trailing across old novels that had been shoved into the oak wooden bookcase, to never be used again.

Without thinking he had walked right into your room. You were facing away from the door. But he saw you. In all your glory.

Your black, lace underwear hooked onto your hips, your ass lightly bouncing as you hummed softly to yourself. He looked at the mirror tactically, to get a better view of those beautiful breasts.

Fuck he shouldn’t be doing this.

He forcefully pulled himself away from the door, walking quietly back to the living room, Yoongi slumped onto the sofa. taking a deep breath, he inhaled your sweet, musky scent. The house smelt just like you, like it was embedded with roses and pine.

“I’m sorry for taking more than five minutes” You chuckled, standing infront of him sheepishly.

He smirked, standing up before gesturing you towards the door. You nodded, grabbing the files that were intended to go with you this morning.


Yoongi had told you that you were going for lunch. Not to the fanciest restaurant in town.

“I’ll just have the steak, tender, with fries.” Yoongi nodded at the waiter, passing his menu to him.

“Can I just have the pasta?” You asked shyly, passing him the menu too, thanking him as he walked away.

“You don’t need to be so shy..” Yoongi laughed, clapping his hands together as he stared down at the files.

“Ah, yes” You placed the papers on the table and started to go through them with him, pointing out your mistakes and what you thought could be improved.

He loved the way you spoke. You talked too fast, and that made him smile. And whenever you asked what was so funny, he would just shake his head and waver his hand for you to carry on with the conversation.

The way your fingers fumbled with your bracelet whenever you admitted to a mis-correction in the work. It made him smile. The way your cheeks puffed out as you started to get more tipsy. It made him smile.

Everything you did, made him smile.

You.

You made him smile.


You both staggered out of the restaurant, giggles and chuckles muffled by the wind. Yoongi waved his hand out for a taxi. Once one had accepted the request, you both slid into the back.

“Fuck.” He hissed, shaking his head.

“I must have left my phone at yours.” He sighed, apologising for the inconvenience.

“Its okay, just come and get it” you shrugged, resting your head against the window. It felt cold against your heated skin.

You gave directions to the taxi driver, sitting quietly.

Yoongi glanced at you, he bit his lip. You looked so fucking hot. Your hair was stuck to your face from the heat inside of the restaurant, he bit his lip, looking away.


You gestured for him to come back inside of you apartment, throwing your coat onto the dining room chair carelessly. You turned to face him. You had to admit, within the past few hours, you had started to feel squirmish. There was no lying that you were drunk. But even when you were sober, you felt too comfortable with him.

How about you tease him?

Everyone teases, it cant be that bad, right?

You decided to go with the choice that could possibly make you lose your job. You looked at him, his black hair was messy from the heat and rain, his face was shiny from the humidity in the restaurant, he looked so inviting.

“Yoongi..” You smiled kindly, your voice seemed to had become higher within seconds of making your decision.

“Yes?” He looked at you, his brown eyes locking with yours, He was intimidating, even when you were drunk, you could still see the danger in those orbs.

“Its getting pretty late, I mean, you could bunk here for the night?” You stammered, your voice laced with alchohol.

“Are you sure? I mean I could just take a cab home.” He suggested, biting his lip as he smiled.

“I’m sure.” You gave a laugh, walking to the kitchen before grabbing a bottle of wine, “Wine?” You asked, stumbling slightly as you grabbed a wine glass, waiting for an answer.

“Of course.” Yoongi chuckled as he watched you from the sofa, smirking at your drunken state.

You poured the liquid, spilling some of it on the white kitchen top, causing a pool of red booze to form around the half filled glasses. Picking them up you brought them to the oak coffee table, leaving the spillage in the kitchen to miraculously clean itself.


It had been a couple of hours or so since Yoongi and you had stumbled into your apartment ‘under the influence’, and you both had started to sober up.

But that didn’t stop you two from flirting with each other.

During the hours the two of you had spent together, you had started to tease, subtly, unbuttoning the buttons on your shirt leisurely, until the crease of your breasts was exposed. You could see him starting to stare at your chest more and more throughout conversations, his eyes laced with lust and desire.

“Don’t do that.” You smirked, raising your eyebrow accusingly at the young man.

“Hm?” He snapped his head back up to your face, shaking away his devilish thoughts.

“Look at my chest while we’re talking about smoking in offices.” You chuckled, biting your lip purposefully

“That’s not the only thing that’s smoking tonight..” Yoongi gave a growl, his hand creeping up to your thigh.

“And what would that ‘thing’ be?” You breathed out, leaning in closer to him, you could feel his hot breath radiating off your nose.

“You.” He whispered, pressing his lips against yours, he pushed you back, his lips still connected. Your head hit the arm of the sofa softly. Yoongi laughed, his hand lay at the side of your head as he hovered over you, licking his lips in anticipation.

“Then cool me down…” You whispered back, cupping his face with your hands.

He winked at you, nodding slowly as his head started to lower, leaving a trail of colourful marks all the way down to your stomach. You gave moans of delight as the sweet touches sent shivers to your core.

His hands fumbled with your shirt, unbuttoning the last few buttons that were closed. they travelled to your jeans, he paused and looked up at you, “Do ever wear anything else?” He teased, sliding them off with no trouble.

You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm, your hands grasping his hair as he kissed your pelvis, his lips travelled down to your thighs. You blushed as he lay on his stomach, opening your legs and pushing the black lace material that covered your slick folds to the side. He observed the pink, juicy flesh, humming to himself.

“So vibrant Y/N..” He chuckled, spreading your lips with his fingers, your breath hitched as he did so. The two digits brushing against your clit, “Oh did that feel nice?” He raised an eyebrow, repeating the action.

You released a short moan, your hands gripping the sides of the sofa. He chuckled, his tongue licking a long stripe up your folds. You groaned, involuntarily spreading your legs wider.

“That feels good..” You whispered, biting your lip.

He mumbled against you, the vibrations making you arch your back. he released his lips from your heat, admiring your lower half for a couple of seconds before delving back in. You whined as he pushed his middle finger inside of you, the long digit sliding in and out of you, your juices shined on his finger.

His lips found their way back onto your core, engulfing the soft pink flesh that lay before him. A chorus of moans escaped you as he flicked his tongue into your delicious pink heat.

You were starting to feel lightheaded, and the tight coil that was once wrapped securely inside of you had began breaking and before you knew it, it snapped. You were practically drowning in pleasure, tingles travelling through all parts of your body at once. You exhaled, the hazy feeling of the aftermath of your orgasm coming to you all at once.

Looking down, you caught a glimpse of yoongi, his eyes looking up at you, his hands wrapped around your thighs and his lips, shining with your juices.

“Oh Yoongi…” You groaned as his licked his lips, the sound of his belt unbuckling making you sit up automatically. He looked at you, licking his lips hungrily. You smirked, grabbing his collar and pulling him towards you, your face inches away from Yoongi’s.

Your hands grasped at the material that covered his lower half, pulling them down eagerly. His cock proudly made a tent in his boxers. You licked your lips in anticipation, your fingers hooking under the cotton fabric, dragging them slowly down his toned legs, your nails scraping delicately against his warm pale skin.

The fabric pooled at his ankles, along with his pants. Your fingers started to trail back up his legs, you laid eyes on his sex, it had arose even more, his shaft an angry red. it was noticeable that he hadn’t had much action for a while
His head tilted back as you wrapped your hand around his member, slowly pumping him, a chorus of groans escaped him as your hand moved faster and gripped tighter by the second, along with that your confidence grew stronger as you cupped his balls, your mouth watered as you stared at the image infront of you, Yoongi, his cock being pumped by your small hand, his adams apple bobbing as he moaned, his toned arms and legs flexing as he tensed up. You knew he was close to his climax already.

Your tongue swirled around his tip, making him grasp your hair, tugging at it desperately, “Oh baby.” He groaned, looking down at you, you looked so fucking hot with your pretty little mouth wrapped around his hard cock, it was a sight to remember.

You tried your best to take him all, but you started to gag, your eyes watering, instead you used you wrapped your hand once more around the length you couldn’t take. You started to move your head and hand at the same pace, your lips dark and wet with saliva, hollowing your cheeks intensely.

Yoongi releases a groan, he was so close to spilling his see, the overstimulation that you were causing him made him wince. He growled, before pulling you away from his member, you were so focused on sucking him off you gasped in shock as you were turned around and bent over, his hand made contact with your ass, the slight sting making you moan with pleasure, you were still soaked from before, he pulled your panties down, you couldn’t see him but you could hear him sucking on his finger, the loud ‘pop’ indicating that his mouth wasn’t the only thing that his finger was going into.

The digit slipped inside of you easily, sliding it in and out the pleasure that waved through you as he slipped another finger in, stretching you out. His fingers leaving you and replacing themselves with his cock, he teased you slightly, lingering around you entrance, pressing against your lips until he slipped inside of you.

The feeling was unimaginable, Yoongi didn’t know it was going to be like this. Warm and wet. And good. So good, to be surrounded by slick and heat, the tightness of you putting the right amount of pressure on his dick to make him thrust into you like there was no tomorrow. You groaned and moaned, your fingers digging into the carpet as he quickened his pace, slapping your backside after every few thrusts.

He grunted, low growls releasing from the back of his throat as the sound of your body viciously smacking against his rang in his ears. Your vision darkened as you reached your peak, ripples of pleasure wavering through you effortlessly. Your juices dripped down your thighs.

Yoongi was nearing to his high, one final thrust and he started to feel dazed, his breaths getting heavier as he came, the hot white seed shooting out of him, and into you, he pulled out a white string of his cum was the only thing attaching you two.

The white liquid trickled down your thighs, mixing with your juices. He stood up straight, rushing to the bathroom. You stays there on all fours, unsure on what to do.

He came rushing back a towel in his hand, cleaning you up he tusked at the red marks he had made on your ass cheeks, he smoothed them out, cooling the stinging marks. “oh shit’.” he mumbled about the imprint he had left, you laughed shaking it off.

“Its fine, I enjoyed it.”

“Did you?” he raised an eyebrow, throwing the towel behind him, you turned over, laying down on the carpet, exhausted.

“I did.”

anonymous asked:

Sorry im sorta new to bhna but whats wrong w baku/deku?i see a lotta ppl ship it i jus wanna know... sory if not good english its not mother language!!! Thank yu!!

Okay so I’ve already answered this before but I guess I’ll go more in detail this time since I keep getting this question (Also your english is good, no worries!)

Since they were kids, Bakugou has treated Midoriya like shit. He viewed Midoriya as lesser, and refused help from him. Since Bakugou has always been praised and put on a pedestal and told that he is special (I can make a post about this later if y’all want), he thinks that Midoriya helping him is an act of condescending nature. He thinks that Midoriya is looking down on him. For that reason, he starts to bully him from a young age, always pushing him down and at one point, even beating him up and giving him the nickname “Deku”, which is a play on words because Midoriya written out looks similar to the word “deku” which is “idiot” or “dumbass”. 

When they were in middle school, we can see that the abuse has gotten worse. Bakugou pushes him around and possibly even beats him up (this isn’t shown on screen, it’s an assumption) to the point where Midoriya is fearful of him (this part was shown). When Bakugou finds out that Midoriya, thought to be quirkless, is aiming to go to the same school as he is – the BEST school I might add – He explodes his desk immediately. After school, Bakugou takes his notebook and explodes that as well, throwing it out the window. It’s basic-level bullying. Midoriya absolutely shows the signs of being bullied: fearful of sudden movements from Bakugou, discomfort at being alone with Bakugou and/or Bakugou’s friends, etc. All Midoriya has ever done to Bakugou is try to help him, and because of Bakugou’s superiority complex, he refuses to accept this help and thinks that Midoriya is pitying him, thinking that Midoriya is thinking Bakugou is low enough to need help. 

Then there’s the subject of Bakugou legitimately telling Midoriya to go kill himself. 

So there’s that too!

Lastly, at UA, all Bakugou ever does is either avoid Midoriya and pretend he doesn’t exist, or hurt him in some way or another. During their first practice exercise, he nearly killed Midoriya in the corridor. He didn’t, because he knew what that would entail (he said that he had the power to kill Midoriya, yet when Midoriya didn’t move, he wasn’t dead. That shows that Bakugou must’ve moved his hand last second, to a place where the direct blast wouldn’t have hit Midoriya square-on), but he still put Midoriya’s life in danger and nearly killed him. 

Bakugou has been getting better about his behavior towards Midoriya. He has been having some character growth, especially about the people he lets into his life (see: Kirishima). He’s been less violent, but just as hot-tempered. He’s losing the violent tendencies while still keeping his aggressive personality, which is honestly the best way to go about things. But even with this growth, it does not, in any circumstances, excuse his actions. It doesn’t, for even a second, excuse what he did to Midoriya for the entirety of their childhood. At this point, a half-assed “I’m fucking sorry” wouldn’t cut it in the slightest. These two boys need to sit down in a safe manner and actually talk, and I won’t accept it any other way. Bakugou has legitimately abused and bullied Midoriya since they were little and has nearly killed him about twice now. They’ll probably never be able to be “friends”, but at least being tolerable acquaintances would be so much better than the place they’re at now. 

That’s why it’s bad to ship bakudeku. About half the fandom ships it however so it’s hard to convince people that it’s bad. The usual basis for this ship is that it plays off the “enemies to lovers” trope, but Midoriya and Bakugou’s relationship is too radical for that. Bakugou legitimately hates Midoriya with all his being and physically and emotionally hurts Midoriya. That’s not something to brush off. It’s not some “playful banter” that the “enemies to lovers” trope should be based off of. This is an extremely unhealthy relationship and pushing that all aside just so you can ship two boys together is disgusting.

Shippers also use the excuse “If Bakugou is so bad, then why ship him with Kirishima [or anyone at all for that matter]?” Well, that’s because while Bakugou is legitimately a terrible person and has done awful things, there are people that can bring out his better sides and show him that the things that he has done aren’t okay. Kirishima, since the very beginning, hasn’t taken any shit from Bakugou. When Bakugou calls him “shitty-hair”, Kirishima from the very start shuts that down and tells him to call him by his actual name, and enforces this until Bakugou finally does call him Kirishima. This is just a small example, but if someone like Kirishima can show that the whole world isn’t looking down on Bakugou, that he isn’t special and that he in no way should be placed upon this pedestal he’s been sitting upon ever since his childhood, then Bakugou can finally grow from this. Bakugou sees Kirishima as an equal. And that shows that if Bakugou can see one person as an equal, he can learn to view others in the same way too while slowly accepting that he isn’t better than anyone. And viewing someone as their equal is a basis for a good relationship. That’s why people ship kiribaku. 

TLDR; Bakudeku is an abusive ship that plays on “enemies to lovers” tropes to excuse the actions Bakugou has done against Midoriya; but brushing aside years of physical and emotional abuse like that is ultimately disgusting and shitty and is invalidating Midoriya’s experiences as a victim of bullying. While Bakugou is a terrible person, he has room to grow, but that doesn’t mean that he should ever get together with Midoriya. 

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Okay so, if you have ever had the misfortune of being in chat with me on the topic of Assassination Classroom you would know I have a very strong belief of gay Karma and demi/pan Nagisa.

Now I was ecstatic to learn they were making the KorosenseQ spin off an actual series (Which is very likely the story Korosensei mentions in passing in the main series he wants to write in which he wouldn’t have to die and therefore is more than likely written by the octopus himself) anyway back on track, while the series seems to have diverged a bit from the comic now (tbh I think they made it better especially pope Gakuho omfg) but with the episodes being so short it means they emphasize certain things while cut other things out.

Trying to stop rambling now the thing that’s really caught my attention is the relationship between Karma and Nagisa (this is 100% a ship post if this is your notp then please stop reading now, if you do ship it or at least tolerate feel free to continue) and since @serenity0220 likes my analysis of these dumb boys so much figured eh what the hell lets post what I noticed in this episode.

Spoilers blow the cut turn back if you haven’t watched the episode yet.

Excuse the lack of spell check I’m literally copy pasting this from my skype chat.

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hey there, @aurelche ! Of course I can, love! °\(^▿^)/° thank you for stopping by and trusting me with this request, wowie! and thank you for liking my blog!! I hope you like what I write for this idea! i wanted to keep these together, so i just made a separate post heh ^^; 

this is some sensitive stuff, so be warned! it also might have gotten pretty long…esp zen’s since that was the first one i did;;  [tw: sexual advances, abusive relationships, violence, language]


MC had told them multiple times already. There was no way she was going to have sex with them, not before marriage. “But we’ve been dating for three years, MC.” They had said, “You have to do it with me…you love me, right?” But MC stood her ground. Even when things took a turn for the worse when they slapped her once. “Oh no, I’m so sorry babe,” They said. “I won’t do that again, but..please, just once MC.” The answer was no. Even when they asked again. And they was going to slap her again, too, she could tell. But she managed to excuse herself long enough to make a call..

zen

  • when he got a call from mc asking for help, he had a feeling it was because of her boyfriend
  • mc told him about him pressuring her, making sexual advances when she clearly told him where she stood
  • so zen was on his way over, mc gave him a spare key to their place, so he uses it
  • when he first got that, he was so ecstatic
  • mc’s bf is Confused, but zen wastes no time.
  • “what makes you think you have the right to mc? that you can just have her when you want? why can’t you respect her decision and wait? is your dick going to fall off if you don’t get laid? no. you got hands, buddy. use them.” im yelling i just wrote that omg
  • both mc and her bf is Shook 
  • right now, all mc’s boyfriend can really say is, “it’s been three years-”
  • “i don’t give a damn how many years it’s been! if you really wanted mc, and really appreciated her, you would’ve proposed! but all you want is sex, apparently. you don’t deserve mc.” 
  • mc is literally just standing there, looking at zen like she’s never seen him before because his words hit her hard
  • it’s quiet, but mc finally speaks. “you should go. zen, you stay.” 
  • her bf is like ??? but mc is like, “we’re over. leave my house.” 
  • he’s about to protest, but mc yells “now!” and zen looks like he’s gonna punch him, so he leaves
  • “mc..?” zen asks. “do you really mean that?” she asks
  • “of course.” an immediate answer. “you deserve that and so much more..” he feels like he minus well. “something that i’d work to give you..”
  • mc smiles and walks over to peck his lips. “i don’t doubt that you would”

yoosung

  • he gets the call in the middle of a LOLOL round, which he’d been playing more often to avoid his crush on mc
  • but he drops everything to help them 
  • goes over to mc’s place and finds her just about to be slapped by her bf
  • he manages to get in between them on time so that he gets slapped
  • mc gasps and stands up, going to help him, but yoosung holds her back
  • “don’t you dare lay a hand on mc” he says. her bf scoffs, “or what?” 
  • he’s about to hit yoosung again, but somehow yoosung avoids it and hits him instead 
  • “or two things. I make you leave,” yoosung pushes him towards the door. “then I steal your girl.” he pushes him again
  • mc has never seen yoosung like this..and did he just say that?
  • mc’s bf scoffs again, trying to play it cool. “fine, have her. not like she’s gonna give you any, anyways.” and he literally just leaves
  • wow what an asshole
  • mc stares at the door, surprised and confused yoosung looks at the door and then back at mc
  • this is awkward.. 
  • “i guess im single now” mc says. “that- is not what i meant to do” “no..you wanted to steal me from him, right?”
  • “no, mc- you’re your own person-” “yoosung. don’t ever do what he did to me, okay?” he nods “now let’s check your face..”

jaehee

  • did not need any further info, she just headed over
  • honestly, she never liked mc’s girlfriend anyways because of her crush
  • but this was ridiculous 
  • so jaehee goes over and sees mc backed against the wall, her gf trying to make a move on her
  • jaehee pulls mc’s gf back by her shoulders and steps in front of mc to protect her
  • “you need to leave” she says. “no I don’t, we’re dating.” jaehee huffs
  • “not anymore. and if you want to continue saying that you’re dating, i’ll release evidence of sexual harassment. your choice.”
  • mc’s now ex skedaddles out of there, scared af
  • jaehee now turns to mc and cups her cheek 
  • “i’m sorry, did she hurt you?” “no..but thank you…I..that was a lot”
  • she nods and leads mc to the couch, making her sit and kissing her forehead before she goes to make tea
  • when she comes back, mc asks, “do you think i’m weird…for wanting to wait?” “of course not. you have the right to your body. no one else can tell you that. I know I would be satisfied with just kissing and cuddling you until marriage”
  • oh shit
  • “…jaehee?” “if- we dated, of course.” she tries to clear up
  • “I mean…that sounds like a nice idea..”

jumin

  • i kinda like what happened in my other abusive relationship hc, but let me expand on it 
  • that’s what eventually happens, first, mc has to tell jumin about the downside
  • their relationship was going well
  • mc even thought he was going to propose 
  • but he got drunk one night and attempted to get in bed with mc
  • this happened quite often now, though
  • and she told him there was no way
  • mc told jumin for a while and then stopped, so he assumed everything was resolved
  • turns out, it was because he had hit mc
  • and when he came to the penthouse, he also hit jumin
  • so now its really fair 
  • he males mc stay after the meeting
  • “you stopped telling me.” “i was scared..”
  • he pulls her into a hug
  • “you don’t have to be scared with me” “…i know, thank you jumin”

707 / luciel / saeyoung

  • is there in a flash
  • also has on his Angsty Attitude
  • he  just walks through the door and takes his place besides mc 
  • “listen here.” he says, a smile still on his face
  • “see this?” he holds up a flash drive. “i have the power to ruin your life in two minutes. is it really worth a round in bed?”
  • mc’s bf doesn’t believe him, so saeyoung starts spitting out the most random facts about him to spook him
  • it worked
  • “…fine. what do you want.” mc’s bf asks 
  • “i want you gone. never bother mc again. and never let me see you again.” 
  • he bolts 
  • saeyoung then turns to mc and puts the flash drive in his pocket “are you alright?”
  • she nods, pulling him over. “guess he wasn’t the one”
  • he smiles a bit. “no, but lets go ruin his life.”
  • “saeyoung!” “what? he deserves it. you’re too perfect for him. for anyone. for me.” oops that slipped
  • “i’m not perfect..” “….and i’m not that good of a person. wanna date?” “yeah.’

v / jihyun

  • say no more
  • this man is over there
  • knocks on the door like a gentleman
  • gets a very rude answering, but he smiles politely
  • “if you touch mc inappropriately without her consent, I will ruin you” :)
  • what
  • “or better yet, she’s coming with me. you clearly don’t respect boundaries or the preferences of others, including those you claim you love.”
  • he walks in and takes mc by the hand, walking back out
  • but before they leave, v has one more statement
  • “you lost the best thing in your life because you can’t keep it in your pants. i’ll be sure to thank you at our wedding” :))
  • i love savage v
  • mc is just as surprised
  • they get to his house and mc’s just like “…wedding?”
  • and now he’s super blushy and tries to wave it off “oh, you know…you say things..”
  • “how about we date for a bit first?”

saeran

  • my asexual bean is having none of it
  • he literally storms over and is so mad
  • punches mc’s bf when he starts badmouthing him and mc
  • “you can’t wait? until marriage? i don’t see why not, you’ve waited this long already. i don’t see why you’re so anxious to get your first time over with”
  • he keeps at this roasting session for a while
  • like a solid 8 minutes 
  • it ends with mc kicking their ex out, who looks like he might cry
  • saeran pulls mc into a hug
  • “he was ridiculous. i’m sorry you had to deal with such a dick.” 
  • mc says it’s okay, but she’s happy he’s gone
  • saeran and her have a talk about sex, actually
  • they discuss how sex isn’t everything to a relationship and that connection is more important
  • “kind of like..our connection.” saeran says and then he shuts up
  • mc just smiles at him and kisses her fingers then pressing them to his shoulder
  • “i like it this way better…” “so do i…” saeran says
  • whoops mc is also ace wowie 
The Waiting Game

Based on that Tumblr prompt found here. I’m sorry. This is essentially crack. Please don’t hate me.


Tommie Oliver once thought they were a patient person. They’ve dealt with enough bullshit in their life to know when to just take a few deep breaths and bite their tongue, and only seldom do they lay they’re foot down to swing a few punches. You’ve still got to stand up for yourself some of the time, otherwise who will?

“Billy, dude, you’re cheating! Where did you learn all those combos?”

“I figured them out by myself. This one is double jump, left punch, right punch, squat, circle, circle, jump, roll, left, roll, double backflip.”

“…Okay. What comes after ‘left punch’?”

Tommie smiles at the two boys relaxing on their couch, all of their focus dedicated to the game they’re playing on Jason’s Xbox.

Well maybe they can think of a few people who would stand up for them.

Jason reaches over Billy to grab a handful of popcorn, stuffing half of it in his mouth and throwing the other half at Tommie lounging in the recliner. “Dude will you text Kimberly? She was supposed to be here like an hour ago.”

“Didn’t she say she was stopping by Krispy Kreme for a coffee? Maybe it’s busy.”

“It doesn’t take that long to get a coffee Billy.”

“Relax Jase,” Tommie says, pulling their phone out of their pocket and clicking on Kim’s contact. “I’ll text her now. No need to get your jockstrap in a twist.” This earns Tommie another shower of popcorn.

“Yo dude where ya at? Guys are gettin antsy and Jasons being momish again”

“Also if youre still at krispy kreme get me a donut”

“Billy too”

“HEY YOU GUYS!” Billy and Jason groan as Zack throws himself over the back of the couch, kicking Jason’s stomach and elbowing Billy in the thigh. Surprisingly he doesn’t spill a single drop of his soda, which is good because Tommie’s certain their mother would murder them if anyone got a stain on the couch. “What level are you guys on?” He asks, taking a sip of his drink, still casually sprawled out on both the boys’ laps. Jason shoves him off and Zack manages to hold the can upright, even as his face kisses the floor. A scuffle ensues between the two (after Zack puts his drink down) and Jason’s controller gets lost in the cushions.

Billy pauses the game and turns to Tommie. “Has you’re cousin texted you yet?”

Tommie shakes their head. “Not yet.”

“Wait, cousin?” Zack gasps from Jason’s headlock, grinning. “Is this the hot one that lives in Texas?”

“Yes, my hot, very gay, cousin from Texas,” Tommie clarifies, rolling their eyes as Zack shrugs and twists out of Jason’s hold. They settle back into the couch, Zack picking at the popcorn while Jason steals a sip from his soda. “She’s been having troubles with her family since she came out to them, but her parents finally agreed to let her come up to Angel Grove to live with me and my parents for a while. She texted me yesterday when she was at the airport but I think her flight got delayed or something. She’s supposed to text me when she lands in Arcata.”

Just then Tommie’s phone beeps.

Zack laughs. “Speak of the Devil and he shall appear.”

Tommie shakes their head. “Nah it’s just Kim.”

KimPossible: “Sorry, got caught up in somethin”

Tommie frowns a little but before they have a chance to ask where Kim actually is another message comes through from their best friend.

KimPossible: “So I think I’m bi”

Tommie’s eyes widen and their jaw drops a little. “Holy fuck!”

“What? Is it Kim?”

“Uh… yeah. Dudes, she just texted me saying she’s bi.”

Jason jumps up cheering, punching the air a few times before holding out his hand to Zack who grumbles and digs into his wallet, forking over a twenty. Tommie ignores the boys as they start to argue who technically called Kim’s sexuality first and types a message back to Kim.

“DUDE! Fur realzzz?”

“Just like all the sudden right this moment? hell yeah do it!”

“I said I thought she was a lesbian and since lesbians are into women, I was half right so technically I only owe you ten bucks.”

“Zack that’s not how this works.”

“It’s kind of how it works.”

“Actually Zack, bisexuality is being sexually attracted to both genders, female and male, while homosexuality is strictly being sexually attracted to the same sex.”

“Thank-you Billy.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

Tommie’s phone beeps and everyone goes quite, leaning towards Tommie expectantly.

KimPossible: “like as in I was just with a girl and iiii”

“OH FUCK!”

“Zack! Language!”

“GET IT KIMMY!”

Tommie shushes them and types back, “like WITH a girl or like with a girl and you looked at her and realized wow lets have sex and get married”

It takes a minute. A long, excruciating, bickering-boys filled minute, before Tommie’s phone beeps once more.

KimPossible: “like as in I PRETTY much just had sex with a girl”

For a long minute, no one says anything. They all just stare at one another with their mouths open and catching flies. And suddenly they’re all talking at once.

“I FUCKING CALLED IT!”

“She blew us off-”

“TO BLOW ANOTHER GIRL!”

“Jesus Zack, chill.”

“No! You know what, gimme the phone!”

“Wha- Zack! Hey! No stop!”


“??????”

“UM”

“WHA T”

“YOU CANT JUST CASUALLY SAY THAT AND NOT LIKE EXPLAIN IT AT ALL”

“ARE YOU GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS TO US!!”

“Sorry Kimberly that was Zack. This is Billy. Tommie currently has Zack pinned to the ground.”

“Ouch. That looked painful.”

“Yo Kim its Jazon. Thank you for coming out cuz I won twenty bucks from Za”

“PLe asE”

“KIMMY”

“BKI MMY”

“EDO NOT LEAVE ME HANDINHERE”

“Fucking Zack keeps stealing my phone and running away”

“But seriously??? Dude like what!!”

“K IM B E RLY ANN HART YOU BITCH”

“COME BACK”

“IM GOIG TO KICK YOUR ASS”

“Hi Kim. It’s Billy again. Jason’s holding Zack hostage in the bathroom. Tommie’s nose is bleeding which is why I’m texting you. Just wondering where you are.”

“Uh oh”

“Zack broke down the door. Tommie’s pissed.”

“I SWEA R TO GOD”

“KIMMYE AHT THE FUCKE”

“WHERE DID YOU GO WHAS GOING ON ARE YOH LIKE STILL HAVIGN SEX EITH HER”

“Kimberly its Jase. Dude please text back zacks gone nutzo”

“and wed all like details ;)”

“Okay it’s me again. so like whatisgoing on!! please just answere”

“dude don’t make us come over there”

“*sighs* we’ll wait”

“…”

“Alrigt done waiting what is the deal whats goinf on I s2g Kimberly”

“why are you doing this to us??”

“Did you fuck your phone into nonexistence”

“did you tumble headfirst into a black hole of bisexuality”

“and if you did can me and Zack join i”

“u*”

“Well technically Zack’s pan so I gue”

“*HEAVY SIGH*”

“KIMBERLY”

“Fucking zack”

“Ohmygod”

“Oh My God for Fuckks sake KIM”

“Okay you bitch its been almost an hour and we’re all dying what the hell”

“…………”

“Jason 1 moree, seriously holy shit where did you GO”

“You cant just sAy that and then disappear????”

“Kim these boys are killing me pppuuuleeaseeee!!”


An hour later and they’re all lying on the living room floor. Jason’s got a bag of peas pressed against his left eye and Tommie’s got a wad of toilet paper shoved up their nose. Zack has too many battle wounds to count. He might also be unconscious but the excitement from Kim’s first message has waned and left all of them too drained to check.

“When was the last time you texted her?” Jason whines. Billy walks into the room carrying two zip-lock baggies filled with ice; one he switches out for the peas and the other he lays across Zack’s back. Both boys grumble their thanks.

“Fifteen minutes ago.” They all groan in unison but it’s cut short when Tommie’s pocket dings.

KimPossible: “46 TEXTS”

“Finally! The pillow princess has arisen!”

Tommie rolls their eyes and frantically asks said ‘princess’ where she’s been. “Zack don’t make me pin you again.”

Zack snickers. “You know I don’t think that’s as punishing as you’re hoping for m’lady.”

Another ding. Tommie reads the message before bursting into laughter. Billy asks what she said and Tommie merely holds their phone out for the others to read.

KimPossible: “I was… SHE WAS STILL HERE”

Jason groans again as Zack holds up a finger, face pressed into the carpet, huffing out something that sounds similar to “called it, that bitch”.

“Laughing now cause I was right you were still banging her omg”

KimPossible: “a black hole of bisexuality?! haha”

KimPossible: “yes”

Jason groans again, tossing his ice bag on the coffee table. “Tell her to cart her glowing arse over here so we can tell her how much we hate her right now.”

Tommie salutes him but just as they finish relaying the message, another one comes through.

Baby T: “Hey Cuz! How surprised would you be if I suddenly showed up at your doorstep in the next, say, five seconds?”

Tommie gasps. “No way!” The boys look up at them just as the doorbell rings and Tommie’s sprinting for the front door. And when they open it they squeal. “Trini!”

“Hey!” Trini drops her bag as Tommie pulls her in for a hug, rocking back and forth in place and giggling.

“What the hell dude, I thought you were gonna text me when you got in? And I thought your flight got delayed? Bitch how are you?!”

Trini scoffs, pushing Tommie away to glare at them with mock anger. “Ay, hermana, give me a second to breathe. Geez you’re almost as bad as my mother.”

Tommie winces and tries for an endearing smile. “Sorry. How did that go anyways?”

Trini shrugs, picking imaginary lint off the leather jacket that seems oddly familiar but Tommie doesn’t know why because they’ve never seen Trini wearing it before. But then Trini sighs and says, “Eh, you know how my parents are. Angry they don’t get to control me anymore, but glad I’m out of their life,” and then Tommie’s too focused on wrapping their cousin up in a tight hug.

“Well you’re here now, that’s what matters.”

Someone coughs behind them and Tommie smiles before pulling back. “Oh yeah, my friends are here. They’ve been dying to meet you.” Trini picks up her suitcase and follows Tommie through the doorway into the living room. “Trin, these are the boys: Jason, Zack, and Billy. Boys, this is my cousin Trini.”

Zack jumps up from the floor with newfound energy and vaults over the couch again, bowing before the two of them. “Enchanté mademoiselle Trini,” he says, looking up at her and winking.

Trini’s brow raises. “Yeah that ain’t gonna work on me homeboy.”

“Yes, he knows that but he’s also an idiot so you’ll have to excuse him,” Tommie sighs, shoving past Zack and nearly knocking the lanky boy off balance. “We can throw your stuff upstairs in your new room later. Right now, I wanna know how you’re doing. Why didn’t you text me when you got to Cali?”

“Well you know my flight got delayed yesterday afternoon and we didn’t board until practically three a.m. this morning, so I basically slept the entire plane ride to Arcata. And then I wanted to surprise you so I grabbed a cab and got a ride up to Angel Grove and here I am.”

“So where have you been?” Trini freezes and everyone looks over at Billy who blushes sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be nosy.”

Tommie smiles. “That’s okay B. Did you want to ask something?”

Billy fidgets a little in his seat before starting one of his long winded spiels. “Well a flight from Dallas, Texas to Arcata, California, is approximately 1,590 miles—or 2560 kilometers if you prefer metric—and depending on airline, departure time, and air turbulence, the flight time should have been six hours and eighteen minutes—twenty-two to twenty-five if you include actually getting off the plane. And then the ride from Arcata to Angel Grove is approximately seventy miles—one-hundred and twelve in kilometers—and then depending on traffic and the speed of the vehicle you traveled in, it would have been another hour and twenty-nine minutes to Angel Grove from Arcata airport. So combining all those times and estimating your plane left Dallas at four this morning, you should have arrived at Tommie’s house,” Billy pauses to look at his watch and mumbles a few numbers, “three hours, forty-six minutes, and thirteen seconds ago.”

Tommie glances at their cousin, confused yet intrigued. Trini laughs, an awkward sound that comes out pitchy and painful. “Smart one, isn’t he?” She clears her throat and wipes her hands on her jeans. “Well I did get here a few hours ago but I stopped downtown for some food annnd…” she drags out, peeking over at Tommie, “may have shared a coffee with someone.”

Tommie gasps. “Nuh uh! Dude you’re not here a full day and you’re already hooking up with some chick?! Fucking hell dude! Do I know her? Please tell me I don’t know her. What was her name? Ah! It better not have been Samantha Brow, that girl is super trashy. Or was it Eliza Fitzwilliam… wait is she gay? She’s gay right? Oh hell, If you say ‘Amanda Clark’ I might cut a mother-”

There’s a knock before the sound of the front door opening. “Guys?”

It’s Kim.

Tommie’s brow furrows for a second as Jason calls to Kim, watching as Trini’s face tinges red, fiddling with the leather jacket she’s wearing that Tommie knows they’ve seen before but on someone else, someone taller, with shorter hair…

The alarm bells begin to ring along with the sound of Kimberly making her way into the living room, saying, “Okay before anyone says anything, I just want to say-” And it’s like the oxygen gets sucked out of the room and everyone’s holding their breath as Kim notices the girl sitting beside Tommie. The girl currently wearing her leather jacket.

“Hi,” Trini says with a gentle smile.

And Kim laughs a little breathlessly. “H-hi.”

The moment lies on a tipping point, silence encompassing the room as everyone suddenly connects all the dots, and then…

“YOU FUCKED MY COUSIN?!”

Mumbo Jumbo Gumbo

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Author: @maddie110201 

Pairing- Dylan x Chloe

Word count- 3,884

Warnings- Cringey smut ;) 

AN: This was for @writing-obrien Competition (thus Chloe x Reader) But i also decided to post it as well! Im not sure how much i like this and im not really too proud of it but oh whale. I’ve been meaning to post something for months now!!!! Also thanks to the lovely @dylan-trash-tbh for proofreading this for me!!!


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Stiles. Fucking. Stilinski.

Stiles is my best friend. Or was. I’m not sure how to feel now, considering he has ruined every relationship i’ve been in. I’m not sure why he does it or why he thinks he’s “protecting me” but i’m getting really sick and tired of it.

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Boys in Plaid || Peter Parker x Reader

i have no excuse for this drabble other than the fact that i love peter parker too much.

this isn’t a sequel to {{beloved season}} since I feel pretty torn about it. on one hand, i feel like it’s gr8 on its own, but on the other hand–

i wanna give peter the happy ending he deserves 。゚(TヮT)゚。

i’ll think about making a sequel later. Maybe it’ll happen sometime in the future but idk bc the original requester never really spoke about wanting it to be a two parter so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

so to make it up for making any of you readers cry with {{beloved season}}, have a fluffy drabble with peter (●♡∀♡)

**I apologize for any grammatical errors since this was all written on my phone. When it’s posted then I’ll make sure to edit it a few more times just in case!**

**dont repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine!!

warnings: pETER PARKER IN PLAID I REPEAT PETER PARKER IN PLAID!!

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[key: =reader’s text

=peter’s text]

boys in plaid are so cute.

really? you think so?

petey, i don’t just think so. I KNOW SO.

so are you saying that you’d date any guy, as long as he wore plaid??

welllll, i do have standards tho. not any guy can date me just from wearing plaids alone.

then what do you look for…in a boyfriend?

hhhhh i can’t believe im telling my best friend this (/ω\) okay what i look for in a bf is that he has to be super sweet with a genuine personality. like, he’s not a lowkey asshole when im alone with him and only a sweetheart in public, you feel???

he has to be like SUPPPEEERR SMART and he has to be willing to spoil me with cuddles and nights spent watching cheesy 80s movies (/ω\)

also boys who wear plaid with jeans and converses are my absolute weakness (/ω\) ♡ ♡

i see…

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Peter Parker couldn’t help the wide grin that showed on his face after reading the series of texts between him and [Name]. He could practically feel his confidence skyrocketing to the roof because he finally had proof that he had a chance with her.

Setting his phone to the side, he stands and searches through his closet, picking out all of the plaid shirts that he could find before setting them aside.

Despite how foolish Peter felt about doing this, he knew that it would all be worth it in the end if he managed to have [Name] in his arms.

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You go into Midtown the next day with a sluggish walk that usually came with Monday mornings. Internally groaning at having to deal with chemistry and lab first thing in the morning, you unlock your locker and pulled out a thick textbook, your lab workbook, and binder. The weight of each book was becoming uncomfortable against your arms, and you were struggling with closing your locker when you felt someone take away your stack of books from the side.

“Here, let me help you [Nickname].” Recognizing Peter’s voice, you face him, about to thank him when you felt your words die against your throat.

Holy shit, had Peter always been this fucking cute?! The boy was standing next to you, looking positively delectable as he wore a black and red patterned plaid shirt coupled along with a pair of jeans and his signature converses. The fact that he wasn’t covering the plaid shirt with his usual Midtown High hoodie made you see his physique as a whole in a totally different light.

As you stared at him, you were loving how broad his chest was as his left arm seemed to bulge a bit as he carried your books in one hand, making you nearly drool at how his veins were shown on his wrist.

“Oh my god, you’re so cute-” you catch yourself at the very last minute, feeling a deep blush paint your skin when you cover your mouth with your hand. You had just told Peter that he was cute!!! And that was the one thing you were absolutely terrified of admitting.

When you had texted Peter last night about your love for boys in plaid, you had unconsciously (and automatically) described Peter Benjamin Parker in near perfect detail. Only after you had sent those texts did you realize the error of your ways- however, you were confident that Peter was too nerdy to understand your (un)intentional description of him.

But the fact that he was in front of you, (dressed to absolute perfection in your favorite aesthetic) was making your knees weak as you shivered at his proximity. You should have known better, dammit. Peter had been your friend for years now, and there really wasn’t much you could hide from him.

Peter seemed pleased at your embarrassment as he shifted all of your books beneath his left arm. Using his right hand, he gently runs a finger down your face, stopping at your lips before lingering against them, “I’m so nervous right now, and I want nothing more than for you to finally put me out of my misery and be my girlfriend. If the fact that I literally spent some time the night before picking out this exact outfit in a pathetic attempt to get you to notice me isn’t enough proof that I’m already madly in love with you, then I don’t know what is.”

You close your eyes and lean into the palm of his hand when he begins to caress your cheek, “Yeah? Well if the fact that I described you in perfect detail the night before isn’t proof that I’m madly in love with you, then I don’t know what is.”

Peter laughs, the sound making your heart flutter when he leans down to place a quick kiss against your lips, “How about we both put each other out of our miseries right now and become that gross couple who hold hands and kiss all the time?”

You cutely scrunch up your nose before nuzzling Peter with it, laughing while staring into his sweet brown eyes, “I think I’d like that.”

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Originally posted by chrisbeck