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In the Arms of Justice Pt 19 (Cop!Bucky x reader)

Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Steve, Natasha, Rumlow, Surprise Witness!  

Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.

Warnings: Fluff, then some angst. Some anxiety, also blood, murder, weapon and death mentions (none of it graphic), violence against women, gritty police drama tv show kind of feel.

Word Count: 1693

Tags at the bottom. TAG LIST IS CLOSED, I’M SO SORRY.

A/N: Oh snap, who’s at the door? I’ve got some answers for you and some fluff attached. I’m working on the last few parts of this series! Thank you all so much for your support and I adore all your comments, likes, reblogs, asks, and anything else you send my way. I love you all! 

<<<Part 18   Part 19   Part 20>>>  Coming Tues. May 30, 3pm EST

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Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

Previously: 

He paused, then realizing that you and he now had wounds on the same side of your lower back: him with a previous gunshot wound and you from a knife. He chuckled briefly.

“Well, that’s not the kind of bonding I thought would occur this early in a relationship, but…”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, resuming the kiss. Just then, the hospital door opened and you two broke apart.

But it was too late. There was a witness to your loving embrace.

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“Oh, geez! You guys are lucky it was me and not another officer,” Steve reprimanded you both. “You’ve both gotta keep it in your pants a while longer til things are settled, alright?”

You and Bucky both gawked at him.

“How did you..”

“You’re not surprised, Steve?” Bucky asked his partner.

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Confident || Jughead Jones Imagine

Everyone knew Y/N and that was the way she liked it. She was the new girl in town, successfully taking that title from Veronica. The H/C English girl was a mystery to the people living in Riverdale.

She had moved to Riverdale around three weeks after Clifford Blossom had killed himself and she had gladly taken the limelight from the Blossom family. Cheryl had quickly taken the new girl under her wing and had tried to make her one of her ‘minions’. This didn’t work for a multitude of reasons. The two had become fast friends and Cheryl was finally happy again. A few weeks passed and a certain dark haired boy had caught Y/N’s interest.

“Y/N,” Cheryl taps the E/C eyed girl on the shoulder.

“Yes?” The girl replies crossing her arms over her chest.

Cheryl smiles sweetly at the girl, “You need to try out and become a River Vixen with me.” Y/N’s eyes widen and fear overruns her normally calm persona.

“Uh,” She stutters, “Why do I need to become a cheerleader exactly?” Y/N calms herself and brings her confidence level back up.

“Because,” Cheryl says as if that’s a good enough answer.

“I don’t know, Cher,” The girl's eyes move over the cafeteria and they land on Jughead Jones the Third.

“Is this about the Hobo?” She asks, Y/N’s eyes snap back to her a certain flame in them making Cheryl regret her choice of words, “I mean, if you like him, he’ll find you extra hot if you’re a Vixen.”

The girls face pales, “I can’t be a cheerleader Cheryl.” The girl spins and walks away from a stunned Cheryl.

A few days pass and the girls still haven’t spoken. Y/N had taken up residence sitting by herself, although still looking confident. Cheryl had tried to talk to the H/C girl but Y/N wouldn’t give her the time of day.

“Hello, Sad Breakfast Club,” Cheryl greets Archie, Veronica, Betty, Kevin and Jughead.

“What do you want Cheryl?” Veronica is quick to ask, Cheryl face softens.

“As much as this pains me to say,” She sucks in a breath, “I need your help.”

A gasp falls from Kevin’s lips. “You want our help?” Betty asks confusion laced through her voice. Cheryl closes her eyes and nods her head.

“Why?” Jughead asks.

“As you all know, Y/N and I are best friends,” Cheryl’s eyes rake over the group, “I made an insensitive comment and now she won’t talk to me.”

“What does this have to do with us?” Ronnie questions.

“She likes Jughead,” Cheryl says softly, “And the comment I made was about him.”

“What?” Jughead asks, eyes wide.

“Oh no,” Cheryl gasps, “Please don’t tell her I told you.”

The group exchange glances and stand up, “We’ll help you Cheryl,” Betty says placing her hand on the gingers shoulder, “But you have to trust us.”

Cheryl nods her head rapidly, “I just want my best friend to talk to me again.”

Meanwhile, Y/N had been sitting by herself reading a book. The group approached her, all but Cheryl and Jughead.

“Hey Y/N/N,” Ronnie greeted sitting next to the girl. Y/N’s eyebrows furrow as she looks around the group.

“Uh-h,” The girl stutters confused. “I mean, not to be rude, but can I help you guys?”

Betty smiles and laughs. “Well because you asked, we know something happened between you and Cheryl and we want to help.”

The E/C eyes that belonged to Y/N widen and fear courses through them, “Nothing happened between me and Cheryl,” The girl mutters and without saying another word she stands up and walks away.

A few days pass in the same fashion, the group continue to approach the girl. Cheryl and Jughead begin to work together to create a plan.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Jughead asks Y/N. He slams his hand down on the table she’s sat at drawing attention towards them. She doesn’t answer. “You know Cheryl told us everything. Everything of your past, your time with her, she told us all of it.” She looks up at him fire burning in her E/C eyes.

“She told me about how you like me and about how you’re actually unconfident and afraid.”

Her eyes water.

“Cheryl told me about what happened before you moved here, about your ex-boyfriend and what he did,”

Gasps echo around the student lounge.

“Why are you doing this?” The girl hisses. Her hands ball up under the table.

“Because, as long as you’ve been here, Cheryl has cared about you, and when things got hard for you, you left her.” His eyes challenge hers.

“Why do you care? You hate Cheryl, you despise her. Why do you care about the fact that I left her,” She stands up, kicking her chair back, in an attempt to match his height.

“Because I care about you,” He says simply.

“Why?” She challenges.

“I remember the same things you do,” The eyes of their peers can be felt but neither of them back down, “I remember the moment under the tree.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Y/N adverts her gaze.

“Yes you do,” He challenges, moving around the table so that he’s standing within arms reach of her. He lifts he face to meet his gaze. Their eyes meet.

“Whats your point Jughead?” The girl says stepping back from him.

“Let people in,” he shrugs.

The girl shakes her head, “If you know of my past so well you’ll understand why i won’t do that.”

“I don’t expect you to,” He says simply, “But let Cheryl in. Let me in.”

Tears gather in Y/N’s eyes and she collapses, before she hits the ground Jughead’s arms are around her hushing her. He cradles her.

“There’s nothing to see here!” Cheryl shouts. All of the people that were watching Jughead and Y/N scurry away leaving Jughead, Y/N, Cheryl, And the rest of the group in the student lounge. Jughead lifts her chin he runs his fingers under her eyes drying her tears.

“Thank you,” She whispers burying her face in his chest again.

Rinse and Repeat, LMM/Reader

Prompt: A regular customer catches your interest.

Words: 4,037

Author’s Note: This one was…a lot. I’ve found one of my greatest weaknesses when it comes to writing is brevity. I wanted to challenge myself with this one by taking a simple idea and stretching it for greater detail…which is why it it 4k+. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Nothing?

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A brick building sat on the corner of a street just one block down from Lin’s apartment. His first stop into Valentino’s was purely out of convenience. He was never one to buy clothes for only one occasion, just for it to gather dust in his closet.

And he had put off finding a suit for the upcoming Emmys, where he was nominated.

With no other options, he unpacked a few boxes he had been putting off and dug out an old forgotten tux that he prayed still fit.

With the hanger balancing delicately on his fingers, he pushed open the glass paneled door of the dry cleaners you worked at. He stood in the doorway as you sat perched on a stool behind the counter, deeply submerged in a novel.

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The Game

Trent Seven/Reader/Tyler Bate/Pete Dunne
3250 words; smut/explicit

This contains spanking, if you’d like that as a warning and/or enticement.

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Trent always likes to have the lads over to watch the football, but thus far, he’s only ever invited you to join them when it’s just him and Tyler. And you’re happy with that, because Tyler’s a good guy, so when Trent informs you that this afternoon it will be a party of four, you’re a little taken aback.

“Pete?” you say. “Are you sure?”

“Why not?” Trent asks. “You like him, don’t you?”

“Pete’s great,” you answer. “I love Pete, but he’s kind of a dick.”

Trent shrugs. “I can keep him under control.”

You slide your arms around his waist, looking up to kiss him, his moustache tickling your face. “You’re good at being in control,” you say softly, and he chuckles, the sound resonating through his broad chest in a way that hits you right there.

“I am,” he says. “So you’ll trust me to keep him on as tight a leash as necessary?”

“Fine,” you tell him, making a show of rolling your eyes, but the truth is you’re already wet just thinking about it.

Trent slaps your ass, hard enough to be a promise, and you smile at him.

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leralynne  asked:

CONGRATS ON 1.K!!! I'd love to request a rebelcaptain drabble with the prompt "one of us is working nights and the other is working days and every time we see each other we are SUPER TIRED AND CRABBY but also I kind of miss you." <3

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, KAT <3

(side note: i tweaked the prompt A TEENY BIT, hope you don’t mind too much!)

YOUR REBELCAPTAIN FIC:

[also on ao3]


At first, Cassian doesn’t think much of Jyn’s new job at the bar.

It’s miles better than her diner job in every way conceivable — better pay, shorter hours, friendlier clientele (although sometimes maybe too friendly, but that’s nothing Jyn can’t handle thanks to both her black belts). It’s a lot easier for her to tack on shifts to fit her class schedule, which she’s definitely going to appreciate, now that she’s on her very last semester of college.

Plus, Baze is there. Baze always seems to have some kind of weird calming effect on Jyn, which is odd only because the words “calm” and “Jyn” have probably never before been used in the same sentence by anyone on this planet, living or dead.

The best part is, they can keep hanging out with their friends at Baze’s bar without Jyn having to miss out on anything.

All in all, it’s a good arrangement.

That is, until Jyn actually starts working there.

“Eggs for one, then,” Cassian mutters to himself, dropping his free hand from the egg tray before closing the fridge door. Pretty much all of Jyn’s classes for this semester are afternoon ones, but for the past year or so they’ve been living together, she’s always gotten out of bed around the same time he does for work. 

Not that he minds or anything. He’s just used to their semi-routine of making breakfast together every morning, swerving and ducking lazily around each other as they pour coffee into mugs and shake cereal into bowls.

He supposes he can’t expect that to go on, now that Jyn’s going to be spending most of her nights at the bar, all the way till the wee hours of the morning.

No problem, he tells himself easily as he dumps his scrambled eggs onto a plate. Just get used to it.


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JUNGKOOK’S THIGHS APPRECIATION POST

Prepare yourselves , cause this is going to be a long ride ;) # i KNOW WHAT KIND OF RIDE YOU GUYS JUST THOUGHT ABOUT MUWHAHAHAHA

Words

aren’t

even

needed

Look at him spreading his legs to show off #I’m hurting

How TIGHT AND FIRM they are

Thighs of MADE OF steel

sO Muscular , you just want to @#$%^&*

They even enhance his perfect looking butt

How they steal the spotlight and your eyes somehow land on them

How they enhance other features as well…

You want those feel those thighs, don’t even lie to yourself

WHEN DID HE EVER HAD TIME TO MAKE THEM LOOK LIKE THIS ?!

HIS THIGHS WERE SCULPTED BY GODS.

oh and now he does as if these sexy thighs aren’t a problem


# THEY’RE A PROBLEM FOR MY HEALTH , YOU SON OF A FETUS!

wHY DOES HIS LAP LOOK SO F*CKING APPEALING

AND NOW HIS OTHER FEATURES ARE MOVING AROUND o.o

Originally posted by btshada

STOP SASSING ME AND TAKE OFF THAT THIGH CHOKER BEFORE I DIE

oH AND NOW YOU’RE ROLLING your  perfect hips ?! WHERE IS YOUR MOTHER??!!

Originally posted by seagulljjk

I’M CALLING YOUR MOTHER #that lap still looks extremely appealing and comfortable

 THAT LAP NEEDS TO STOP AND GET A TICKET FOR BEING ILLEGAL # WHERE IS COP KOOK! TO ARREST YOU

IMAGINE HIM PULLING YOU ON HIS LAP , LIKE : “ you have 4 seconds to hop on it, or I’ll do it for you”

Originally posted by jungkxook

Mr. Spreading legs huh…. he really own up to his name lol

Originally posted by jungkxook

Better legs than victoria Secret

Originally posted by seagulljjk

YOU CAN LITERALLY SEE HIS THIGHMUSCLES THROUGH HIS PANTS OMFG ASFDHKF

Originally posted by seagulljjk

You better put that tongue back in your mouth and close your legs, YOU SON OF A FETUS

AND NOW HE’S SPREADING RTHEM WIDER # iS THIS A DOMINANCE THING WHERE MALES SPREAD THEIR LEGS TO LOOK IN CONTROL OR SOMETHING FFS

EVEN HIS BUTT HAS NO FLAW  # FML

oh well , you can now prepare the grave… i’m going to hell

THE FABRIC IS LITERALLY STICKING TO HIM OMFG SSGDHJSL

Originally posted by nnochu

AND NOW HE’S SPREADING AGAIN # CALM DOWN JEON, YOU’RE NOT GOING TO GIVE BIRTH ANY TIME SOON

Originally posted by bangtanbighit

STOP JUNGKOOK 2K17

Originally posted by jecn

THIS IS WHAT WE CALL PERFECTION, CHILDREN *CRIES*

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

okay … i’m done. jungkook. I don’t know why you’re doing this. but have you ever heard of the word CHILL?

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

STEP ON ME JUNGKOOK ASDFGHJKL # Y’ALL PROBABLY THOUGHT THE SAME . DON’T EVEN DENY

Originally posted by missbaptan

eVEN JIMIN COULDN’T RESIST THE URGE TO SQUEEZE THAT PERFECTION

Originally posted by jikook120

TIGHT PANTS WERE DEFINITELY FOR THIS FETUS’ PERFECT THIGHS/BUTT 

Originally posted by jeongguk

WHEN YOU CAN RECOGNIZE HIM JUST BY HIS THIGHS

Originally posted by vhope

HERE IS THE CONCLUSION. # HE’S ILLEGAL . THAT’S ALL.

Originally posted by suhosankles

REBLOG IF YOU RELATE AND TELL WHICH BODY PART I SHOULD DO NEXT?

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Producer Jeff Bhasker faced a daunting task several months ago. After having worked with Kanye West and winning Grammy Awards for producing Mark Ronson’s “Uptown Funk,” and Fun.’s 2012 album “Some Nights,” he had to decide whether to take on a new project: the debut solo album of One Direction member Harry Styles.

“I’d just had a baby, and I was kind of like, ‘Eh, I don’t know if I’ll jump into this,‘” Bhasker tells Variety. He agreed to have Styles come over to “just talk,” and proceeded to put him through the Bhasker home sniff test. “My dog tends to bite people, and he was kind of scoping Harry out,” Bhasker explains. Styles “did this move — like a little shoot the gun with his finger, and my dog walked over and started licking his finger. That’s when I was, like, ‘This guy has something special.'”

Once music came into the mix, Bhasker was sold. “He started playing references of what he wanted to do, which sounded like a cool rock band. I got it, and could see where if we pulled this off, it would be one of the coolest things ever. But he needed a buddy who plays guitar like he’s Keith Richards.” The insinuation being: Styles is the Mick Jagger in this scenario.

Adds Bhasker: “I’m so proud of the album itself, and also of Harry for being so brave, and committing 100%, and writing the kind of vulnerable lyrics that he wrote, and not pandering to what people thought he would do. People have no idea that this is what Harry Styles is like. Just like I didn’t know. He’s obviously very famous and beloved, but people don’t know the depths of what an amazing personality and artist he is.”

Variety spoke with Bhasker about the recording of “Harry Styles” ahead of the album’s May 12 release: 

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The Foxes as things my roommates have said
  • Renee: (when asked if she could beat us in a fight) Well I didn't want to brag but I could destroy all of you.
  • Kevin: I have training in the morning but that's for sober me to worry about.
  • Andrew: I only like two things in life: being gay and getting into fights. And I just got done being gay.
  • Aaron: I'm going to the library. If you see me there, please pretend you didn't.
  • Nicky: oh man you're heterosexual? what a shame. what a fucking shame.
  • Dan: My mom was artificially inseminated. I didn't need a man to be born and I don't need one now.
  • Matt: You guys are my friends and I love you but you're fucking idiots.
  • Neil: I'm starting to realize I didn't have a happy childhood. Should I, like, see a therapist or something?
  • Allison: I'd invite you to thanksgiving at my family's summer home in Vermont but I can't let you see me and my family wear matching polo shirts and khakis
  • Bonus from my RA:
  • David: I want you all to consider me a friend! But also remember that I can get you kicked out so don't pull any shit.
  • Abby: No need to call 911. I have some bandaids in my room and also some vodka but don't tell anyone about that.
  • Bee: You can talk to me at any time, day or night. But I know you won't, you emotionally stunted bastards.
It’s a [Tinder] Date! (Part 1/3)

Summary: Thinking he needs to find a date, Natasha signs Steve up to Tinder. In Queens, Peter Parker does the same to you. It’s a match! 

Word Count: 1,723

A/N: This is already planned out and written (in my head). I loved writing this.

Originally posted by imaginingbucky


Nat raised a brow, a mysterious curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his ass, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, and wanted to get caught.

“You left your phone on the coffee table,” she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.

His eyes narrowed. “What did you do, Romanoff?” he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.

She merely shrugged before she turned her right-hand palm-up and relaxing it. Steve’s phone was revealed. “See for yourself.”

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Roommates (M)

Originally posted by bwipsul

╳ Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

╳ Genre: (one shot) smut and kinda fluff & angst ??

╳ Summary: Being roommates with your best friend can be fun until one day you look at him differently. 

(this is something that I found that I had written months ago and just decided to post it!!)


The day you looked at your best friend as more than a friend, you knew you were screwed. It happened out of nowhere. You just woke up one morning and looked at him differently. You were never going to tell anyone, you weren’t stupid. That would just lead to Jimin being freaked out and nothing being the same. Risking your friendship with Jimin was not worth the little crush you had on him.

Deciding that you couldn’t fall back asleep, you got up to start the morning. Walking into the kitchen to get some breakfast, you didn’t notice your best friend standing there.

“Holy shit! Jimin, you scared me!” You yelled, clutching your chest.

“What’s gotten you so jumpy?” Jimin asks, laughing while opening the refrigerator

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heartbreak chronicles {1} | M

 PT 1 | PT 2ONGOING

Contains: bad crack, smut {fuckboy!jimin}

Words: 10,164

Summary: Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.

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A/N: I tried out a “lighter” writing style for… whatever this is. Hope you guys like it! | This fic is based on the movie “John Tucker must die” | SUB!BTS COLLAB

The girl’s request echoed on the warm air of your living room, dancing on silence as your body was covered in shock. For an instant, you truly believed you had misheard her words, replacing them for something much more unrealistic. Regardless, as the quietude fell like a blanket over the two of you, you noticed, at last, that your friend could not be more serious. “You want me to do what?” You finally asked, flabbergasted.

The night had started normally — and that was all that you could ever wish for. All that you wanted was to rest after an exhausting week, merely putting your your pajamas and watching shallow TV shows until your tiredness forced you to go to sleep. You wanted to get some pizza and gossip with your roommate about the most frivolous of subjects, allowing for the storm of stress and unfinished projects to disperse from around your head.

However, she had a different idea of how that night would unfold. “We want you to break his heart,” Lisa told you with utter serenity, as if the words that had left her mouth were no more than mundane. “Thought that was quite clear.”

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Imagine

Here’s my meta about the last clip of episode 5.

  • Our intro shot of the karaoke bar introduces our players. I’m especially interested in how we see Mari and Sara twice each (and sharing one shot).
  • May I just say: I am glad my son Eskild is alive and Extra.
  • We have Chris talking to Sara (we don’t see Sara’s face but it’s her jumper) 👀
  • In general we have a big focus on couples (including Evak) and russebussen people. Showing, again, this season’s themes (love and identities/belongings).
  • We have some Chris and Eva talking about wiring money, which seems like foreshadowing to the russebuss contract and payment.
  • Even is about to sing and no one ships Evak more than Magnus.
  • @newlevelofdesperate​ wrote a great meta about Even singing “Imagine” by John Lennon. I agree with most of it.
    I’ll just add that the song is ironic, just like “I’m Not In Love” in s3e5. “Imagine all the people living life in peace.” Sana is feeling the song at the moment. She feels that everything came together, finally. But it’s not true. She wished she could create world peace (if you gave her the power to do so she would, she really would). But she can’t. Some things are beyond her reach and she still hasn’t managed to reconcile her two identities (Norwegian & Muslim).
    Also, I think the song is as much an Even song as a Sana one. Once again.
  • We barely see Mikael walk in, and Elias and the gang look around. Yousef seems to be looking in the crowd for Sana. 
  • No shot of the squad until we get a shot of Even seeing them. Then Magnus and Jonas turn to see where Even is looking (not Isak or Mahdi) and we get another shot of balloon squad: no Mikael. Adam and Mutta seem unconcerned. Elias though sees Even and is not smiling (but he’s not looking mad either).
    He grabs Yousef who was smiling towards Sana and…the smile falters.

[this is getting long so I’m adding a “read more”]

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Billboard: Niall Horan Braces for Stardom Outside One Direction, With Advice From Justin Bieber & The Eagles

When Niall Horan decided to move from London to Los Angeles in early 2016, it’s no surprise that he chose a house in Laurel Canyon, the epicenter of ’60s folk-rock culture. Horan was the one ­toting a guitar in One Direction, the British boy-band juggernaut that was just then going on a hiatus, and he’s got the soul of a singer-songwriter: He’s charismatic, witty and sensitive, but also easygoing and no-nonsense. Viewed alongside his bandmates – born rock star Harry Styles, “sensible one” Liam Payne, “funny one” Louis Tomlinson, moody R&B prince Zayn Malik – Horan, 23, is sort of like the middle brother: the most ­approachably handsome, the second-most popular across social media (29 million Twitter followers; 19 million on Instagram) and the most likely to lust after a gig at the historic Los Angeles rock club The Troubadour. “Playing for, like, 500 people. What more do you want?” says Horan. “I’ve had some good moments with screaming ­teenagers, but I like when the room is completely dead. It’s a ­different kind of respect. People are actually listening.”

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spaces in between (m)

Pairing: Fratboy!Jung Hoseok x Reader

Summary: When you were maddeningly in love with your best friend/fuck buddy, bringing him as a date to a wedding was probably not the best idea.

Genre/Count: Smut & Fluff [ NC-17 ]   |   11.7k words

Note: alkewrjaer so excited to finally post this after sitting in my drafts for years. meet m’boy fuccboi!hoseok.


It was never a good idea and you should’ve stopped it from the first time, or the first week, the first month, before it went too far. But you didn’t. You were sucked into his world and him into yours. Although your lives were entangled from the very beginning, it was never meant to go this far.

Hoseok pushed himself into you again, feeling the tightness wrapping snugly around him as he released a low groan of pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good, always so good.” He buried his face in your neck as you twisted your fingers into the soft strands of his chocolate locks. He growled and thrusted into you over and over, bringing you to the edge. “Babe, shit. Goddamn, you’re so tight. Pussy always so good for me. Only for me.” He jerked his hips particularly hard, hitting that delicious spot inside of you. “Tell me.”

“Only for you,” you echoed in a gasp, head thrown back as your body arched off the bed. His mouth captured one of your peaks. The heat a contrast against the cool of his room. His abs, defined and beautiful, were layered by a sheen layer of sweat as he pounded into you. Moans tumbled from both your lips, swallowed by his mouth covering yours.

“So goddamn beautiful,” he muttered, nipping his way down your jaw and your neck. He knew you hated it when he marked you, hated it because everyone could see. What he didn’t know was that you mostly hated it because it made things more real than it actually was. A whine left your lips as he continued to print shades of blue onto the canvas of your skin. “I’m so close, babe, come with me.”

And you would. You always did, after all. Your fingers found purchase on his broad shoulders as he moved faster, pushing into you deeper and harder. The tension coiled in your stomach as the electricity coursed through your veins and straight to the space between your thighs, space filled by, and only by, Hoseok. The orgasm wracked shudders in your body as you let out a cry, the same time Hoseok groaned into your neck. Heavy breaths heaved your chest as Hoseok pulled out with a small grunt and slumped onto the space next to you.

The two of you laid in silence for a few minutes. The deafening emptiness drawing your fears forward. It always happened. No matter how many times you’ve been in bed with him, you’ve regretted every single one. The two of you were stuck in this limbo with too many questions and not a single answer.

Answers you sought and answers he couldn’t give.

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Sigiling Selfies: How to Anti-Taglock Pictures of Yourself

So @dontusemycauldron mentioned this to me at some point, and it took a few days for it to really sink in. They told me how some people put sigils on their photos to prevent people from using them as taglocks for things like cursing. And I went, “well holy shit, that is fucking clever,” and proceeded to do it with every single one of my selfies I’ve posted to Tumblr. Not because I’m concerned, but I like to put faith in preventative measures. 

I decided I was going to show you guys how to do it - at least with SAI, because that’s the program I tend to use for art things now (and I can’t find a good crack of Photoshop anymore). However, any art or digital media program that makes use of layers and transparencies can be used for this technique.

First off, you want your sigils. I made two personal ones, and I also made two for Tumblr use. However, I’m going to recommend that you create your own sigils with your own statements of intent, if you can.

“This photo is bound from being used as a taglock.” 

“This photo is not successfully used as a taglock for cursing.”

Ideally, you want digital sigils with transparent backgrounds, so you can avoid as much visual disturbance to your picture - you don’t want people to see or know there is anything over top of it, right?

Anyway, now on to the (SAI) tutorial!

Open your selfie and your sigils; you can switch between them along the bottom of the SAI window. Copy and paste the sigils onto your picture. I do this by clicking on the sigil’s canvas, hitting Ctrl+A and then Ctrl+C, then selecting the canvas with the selfie and hitting Ctrl+V. I can show the screen commands, however, for those that aren’t so tech savvy:

The “paste” option is also in the “edit” menu, as you can see. When you’ve done that, your selfie should look something like this:

Well, you know, you won’t look like me…but your sigils will have pasted in the top left corner of your picture. And they’re very obviously visible. BUT fortunately we’re not done with it yet. 

Arrange your sigils over top of the face part of the selfie, however you want. I didn’t specify before, but the icon that looks like the cross with the arrows on each end (highlighted in blue here) :

…that’s the move tool; click on that, then on each separate layer, and you can move the layer around as you wish.) You definitely wanna do this before you change any of the transparency of the sigils, while you can still see them. Ultimately it doesn’t matter how you arrange them, just as long as they are on your face. Mine look like this:

It almost makes a heart shape, lol. So, those familar with SAI know where to look to see the layers. Mine were on the left-hand side by default, I know that is something you can change, however. They look like this:

On the bottom you can see the separate layers - your picture, and the sigils each on their own layer. Above that, you can see the “mode” and “opacity” tools. Those are the ones we care about.

Experiment with the mode if you want - it isn’t required, but it can help. I like to put mine on “overlay,” because it adds to the visualization of the sigils seeping into the picture and blending in to it. You need to click on each separate sigil layer to apply the mode. That makes it look like this:

And with that we’re almost done! Finally, just change each of the sigil layer’s opacity to 1% by clicking on the opacity bar and dragging it almost all the way down. You want them to not be at zero because they still need to be on the pictures and not “off,” but if you put them at any higher than 1%, you can still see them, and you definitely do not want people being able to see the sigils. Once you’re done that the selfie look like this:

Can you even tell there are sigils over top of that? There are. Four sigils, now, actually, lol. And this is how the layers look over on the side in SAI:

As you can see, the mode has been set to overlay on both, and they are both at 1% opacity. From there, save your picture (file, save as), feeling free to specify in the title that one has been magic’d. Then, you can upload them without any worry!

Of course, this can be done with sigils for other purposes - I just made this post with the intention of preventing selfies being used as taglocks, because that’s what I did to mine today. However, you can easily apply any sort of glamours to your selfies, if you desire. 

I hope this helps anyone, or inspires anyone! Let me know if you have any more questions, or if I wasn’t so clear about things! This is my first time making a tutorial for any art program, I dunno if I did any good… But, yeah, just let me know if you have more questions or anything! :)

evidence that david wymack is the best character in this entire series, part ii

part i

The Raven King

  • Wymack didn’t care if he had nine Foxes or twenty-five. He’d stand behind them until the bitter, bloody end.
  • “Last I checked Andrew doesn’t like you,” Wymack said.
    • “He still doesn’t,” Neil said, but he didn’t bother to explain.
    • “Interesting.”
  • “Abby wrote me a speech to give you this afternoon. It sounded nice, had lots of stuff about courage and loss and coming together in everyone’s time of need. I tore it up and tossed it in the trash can beside my desk.”
  • Wymack cleared his throat and scratched a hand through his short hair. “Look. Shit happened. Shit’s going to keep happening. You don’t need me to tell you life isn’t fair. You’re here because you know it isn’t.”
  • “I want you on the court in light gear in five minutes or I’ll sign you all up for a marathon.”
  • “I don’t pay for electricity in this place so you can stand around and gossip.”
  • “Andrew Joseph Minyard, what the flying fuck have you done this time?”
  • “Answers now, Aaron,” Wymack said.
    • “I don’t know,” Aaron said.
    • “My ass you don’t.”
  • They were all on time, but Wymack and Abby were conspicuously absent.”
  • “Get your gear and get out of my locker room.”
  • He looked the other way because he knew how badly some of them needed their escapes to survive.
  • It was apparently better to be uncomfortable but safe than to trust a stranger with his fractured team.
  • “Last I checked this was a team meeting, not a gossip circle.”
  • “If any of you so much as look at the Terrapins on your way past their benches I’ll let you walk home from here.”
  • “Some people are just hardwired to be stupid.”
  • Neil had never seen Wymack smile like this. It was small but fierce, as angry as it was proud.
  • “Why did you pay for stalls, Coach?”
    • Wymack lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Maybe I knew you’d need them one day.”
  • Nicky pulled the window down to yell insults, but Wymack threatened him into silence.
  • Wymack pulled a bottle of vodka out of the bag and put it down beside Kevin. “You have ten seconds to inhale as much of this as you can. I’m timing you. Go.”
  • Wymack turned on Neil. “Did you or did you not tell me you weren’t going to start a fight?”
  • “What can I do?” Wymack asked.
    • …”I don’t know,” Neil said.
    • “When you know, tell me.”
  • “Go forth,” Wymack told his Foxes. “Have fun. Or don’t. I don’t care. Just no more fighting, you got me?”
  • “Andrew spent that night here with me. At first I figured he was mad at Kevin for lying to him, but he was more worked up about you.”
  • “I didn’t ask for an apology, wiseass.”
  • Wymack stared at him for an endless minute, then said too quietly, “The fuck did you just say to me?”
  • “He chose to cross a line. You didn’t. You hear me? You didn’t. Don’t ever blame yourself for Seth’s death.”
  • Wymack kept Neil away from the microphone, not trusting Neil to behave himself.
  • “Five points or twenty-six miles. Do the math and decide which one makes you happier.”
  • “Let’s do this,” he said. “The sooner we kill these bastards, the sooner we can get roaring drunk at Abby’s place. I spent all damned morning stocking her fridge.”
  • “I have a cleaning crew coming in tomorrow to wash the Raven stench off our court. Let’s get the hell out of here and get wasted.”
  • “Neil,” Wymack said. “Between you and me, I don’t think you’ve ever been fine.”
  • “Nicky tried to hug Andrew and almost got himself staked with a kitchen knife.”
  • “Speaking of unpredictable assholes, when did that happen?”
    • “When did what?” Neil asked.
    • Wymack eyed him. “Forget it.”
  • “Figure out what you two need to cope with this, and let us know.”
  • “I want one lap for every time you’ve ever said the NCAA’s never had your back.”
    • “Oh, Jesus,” Nicky said. “We’ll be running all day.”
    • “Better get started, then,” Wymack said. “Move out, maggots.”
  • “Be here at six o’clock tomorrow morning,” Wymack said. “We’ve got a game to win Friday.”
  • [Nicky]: “I can’t understand you. That’s not fair.”
    • “Think about that the next time you use German at my practices,” Wymack said.
  • Wymack came out of nowhere and hauled Neil off Riko like he weighed nothing at all.
  • Wymack answered on the fourth ring. “You have a good reason to be bothering me on a holiday?”
  • “He sounds like Neil,” Wymack said, “but he doesn’t look like him. I’ll take your explanation from the top and without a side order of bullshit, thanks.”
  • He stopped fighting to get free; the hands that had been trying to wrench Wymack’s arms off him now held on for dear life.
  • “Can I let go of you and trust you to behave, or are you going to try and cut your face off again?”
  • Wymack didn’t say anything about the scars… He just checked Neil over with a clinical eye and poked at every line of stitches for weaknesses.
  • “He gave me a contract but I wouldn’t sign it. He couldn’t make me sign it. This doesn’t mean anything. I’m still a Fox.”
    • “Of course you are,” Wymack said.

and of course, mine and everyone else’s personal favorite:

  • “Help me,” he said through gritted teeth.”
    • “Let me,” Wymack shot back.
Who Did You Call!?

Three nights in a row now Keith was woken up in the middle of the night only to find Lance not in bed besides him.
Normally Keith wouldn’t be too worried about this, just whenever he asked Lance about how he slept all he got was a forced smile and a guilty “fine”.
Keith did trust Lance.
He trusted and loved him more then anyone else on this god forsaken planet.
He never even considered his boyfriend could be cheating on him until Lotor showed up.
Lance had one told Keith before they got together that his dream guy was tall, with long hair and is good looking enough to be a model.
A week ago Lotor had moved into the building.
The amazingly tall man with the body of a Great ek god and the white hair of a princess.
The super model that only seemed to own booty shorts and not a single shirt.
The guy that left Lance speechless just by winking at him.
Keith knew he was hot headed and tended to jump to conclusions so he tried talking it through with the most rational person he knew.
His brother Shiro.

“He’s been keeping secrets from me and sneaking around at night. I tried talking to him about it but he just won’t talk to me.” Keith whispered into his phone.
Yet again he had woken up only to find the bed empty where Lance should be.
Not knowing what else to do he called Shiro, despite it being 3am he had answered straight away.
“I don’t know what to tell you Keith.” Shiro yawned “if you think he’s cheating on you then you have to confront him, it’s better to apologise for being wrong then finding out he’s been dating guys behind your back.”
Keith nodded “yeah… first thing in the morning I will.”
“You know it’s probably nothing, I’ve never met a more loyal guy then Lance.”
Keith smiled “yeah your right, thanks Shiro.”
“No problem, night”
Keith hung up and settled back down in his pillows when he hears it.
“Hey it’s Lance again. I’m sorry I called you so late but I… I just needed you so much today.”
Keith turned over so he was face down on the pillow to try and hide the face he was crying.
———————————–

The next morning Keith could hear Lance making breakfast while he was preparing himself for the confrontation.
Right now there was no doubt in Keith’s mind that Lance was cheating on him. He took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Keith stormed in on his boyfriend “who the hell were you calling last night?!” He demanded.
Lance jumped up when the door was slammed open “n-no one Keith I swear!” He smiled but looked guilty.
“On come on I heard you’ ‘hey it’s Lance again’ didn’t sound like no one!” Keith snapped grabbing Lance by the collar.
Lance didn’t say anything, his eyes darting to his phone laying on the couch.
Keith dropped him picking it up, keeping his glare fixed on Lance as he redialled.
The phone rang twice before a woman’s voice came from the other side.
“Suicide hotline.”
Keith stared numbly at Lance as tears began to fall down his tanned cheeks. He hung up and tossed the phone aside.
“I… I didn’t want you to worry. I’m sorry I-”
Lance was cut off by Keith running at him and wrapping his arms around Lance like he could keep him there by pure will power.
“Oh God Lance. I’m so sorry I love you I love you so much! I’m sorry I didn’t realise! I’m sorry I thought the worse!” Keith sobbed as Lance wrapped his arms around the shorter man.
The two sank to the floor on their knees hugging and crying with each other.
“I won’t call them again, just please don’t leave me.” Lance muttered burying his face into Keith’s soft hair just taking a moment to breath in his scent.
Keith looked up at him cupping his cheeks with his hand as he kissed him on the nose.
“I will never leave you. So please don’t leave me. If you need to call them then you fucking call them as long as you tell me as well. Because I love you Lance and I can’t live without you.”
Lance sniffed “I love you too.”
———————————–
Of course that didn’t solve everything.
Lance still tried to hide how he really felt at times.
But he had a stable and loving relationship that helped make the bad days not seem so dark.
Keith was his rock and as long as he was there he may just be able to carry on.
For him.