i signed up for another free month bc they wanted me back

anonymous asked:

People easily forget that this is showbiz. Celebs, especially the most ''desired'' ones will always be asked about their love life. There's no way that just because Harry is now with the Azoffs this will stop. Its very unlikely for him to not be seen/date a girl ever again until he comes out. Once he comes out & has a partner (Louis) this might stop, but even then bc the 'hotshot' he's made to be there might be bullshit quotes in tabloids, while in interviews they'll question him about Louis...

Disclaimer: this is the only ask I am going to reply about the topic because I don’t want to spend my time talking about Harry’s team nor Harry’s het image nor anything they want me to talk about to perpetuate their narratives.  I’m going to focus to what I like from this promo/Harry’s image only, so feel free to indirect and insult in asks & tags because my opinion is different from yours but this is the only time I am going to discuss this topic anyway.

I use this ask to say that people forget a lot of things when it comes to this promo because they were so sure he wouldn’t be asked anything but his music and he was totally free to blacklist topics like who he’s dating….. lol as IF.

Apart from the fact that he signed with a Sony label and this should tell you all about what kind of marketing they usually do around their megastars, people also forget that: 

1. this is Sony wet dream coming true: Harry Styles™ having a deal with them, making a solo album, a solo single, a SOLO image all for them to sell, groom and get money from without the rest of the band around. they won the jackpot here. they are going to do what they feel it’s necessary and he’s going to play by the rule as any other singer who wants a career. The other band members had to do the same, the context was different for each of them (way different) and the goals were different too, but they all play by the rules. Harry is not excluded because now he can be himself and be authentic, like some people like to think for weeks now, he might only want his music to talk but this will never happen unfortunately.  (I think he knows this too) 

2. He has a manager who organised a fake hack of  more than 80 pictures of Kendall Jenner sitting on Harry’s lap and pretending to kiss him (+800 sets of pap pics in two days) for months and months, not once but twice, every time she needed something to promote, blaming the fans for doing it when it was clearly staged and even used Harry’s mother to make it look more ‘real’. And the story about Kendall comes back every two months when needed, even if she’s dating someone else now. He also sold his own girlfriend to TMZ by making her hold hand with Harry and pretend to be a mystery woman to get him coverage about another man magazine and the launch party and once they were satisfied with the attention it got, they issued a denial through the same magazine so they got coverage from that as well. Like, it doesn’t take a genius to understand that he’s in the closet and his team is doing what they have to do in order to sell the product. Het narratives sells, tabloids want that, especially from someone like Harry who has a very well known reputation unfortunately. Maybe they won’t perpetuate it in the same way Modest did (i don’t think so, but you know, it’s still Sony so never say never) and they’ll surely give him more space to talk about his music like they are already doing, but the ‘im single and ready to date’ will never go away until he comes out. and it’s not going to happen now that he’s about to launch his solo career, let’s be real.

 Again, his ‘approach’ to the topic will likely be different than when he was in 1D (mostly because they want to make him the male version of Adele so they need a slightly different narrative) and he will probably be more vague like he was in this pre-recorded interview, but the topic was still brought up and it was absolutely predictable. They know what sells and what doesn’t so don’t expect him to only talk about his music and his working process, also seeing how tabloids are focusing on this quote this morning, the questions about dating and exes won’t stop any time soon in my opinion.

So this post is going to be about my experience at OUATCHI with the holy goddess that is Lana Parrilla.

I was super nervous about this convention because it was my first big one. I have been to Wizard World twice for one day each and met Bex and Victoria, but this was bigger and better.

After seeing her be the wonderful human she is at the Gold Panel, I immediately booked it downstairs to do my individual and YALL OMFG SHE GIVES THE BEST HUGS. I was shaking and her voice was so soft and she smiled the entire time. I immediately started sobbing as I walked away (thank god not in front of her) and went to collect myself.

I knew from the very beginning of planning this trip I wanted to do a special photo op with Bex and Lana, but unfortunately schedules changed and we traded in for a Colin and Lana duo. Which turned out perfectly because my friend loves Colin and I love Lana, so we basically did a individual.

I was so scared they would yell at me for asking her to hold up my sign. Nauseous really. It was finally our turn and my friend went to Colin and I went to Lana. I got another wonderful hug and slowly said:


The next second was a blur, but the photo was over and as I took back my sign, she not only held onto my hand, she slid it down to my wrist as I walked away and said thank you.

When I saw her later at the autograph session, I was too nervous to speak so my friend was like she came out today thanks to you. And she looked up gasping and was like

“No way! Is that how you really did it?” and I looked at Julie who is grinning like a goofball and laughed and was like “YEAH!” LANA GAVE ME A HIGH FIVE AND SAID “THAT’S SO AMAZING! I’M PROUD! GOOD JOB.”

There was no hesitation with her answer. None whatsoever. Julie was even kind enough to message me some sweet words later on in the evening and I just couldn’t help but cry more.

And I know there are going to be so many people that say that’s lame or are going to judge, but for me, it made my entire life. I cried again walking out of the room feeling like I could breathe again bc I just met my idol and didn’t pass out, but for the first time I felt completely free. Free to be myself.

anonymous asked:

Hello I'm only a recent exo stan... And im completely confused on exactly what happened with kris, Lunan and tao.. Also the whole baekhyun taeyeon thing happened and then it ended and im very confused... Can you please explain to me what actually happened... I have heard soo many rumours...

Ooooh okay, buckle your seat belts kids bc we’re going to school *cracks knuckles* 🤓

Let me just start off by saying that I’ve known about exo for yeeears, like ever since they debuted I kinda wasn’t into kpop at all and I didn’t really know what all the hype about them was so I just ignored them tbh, esp after all the rumors and scandals and lawsuits, like I legit thought they were horrible people.

It pisses me off that I think about it now, bc I could’ve looked past the horrible rumors people were spreading about them. I’ve recently just started to get myself back into the Fandom and tbh I’m so disappointed I let those butthurt people ruin my view of them, but I’m glad I went back and listened to their music and seen more of them, bc despite not liking them back then, their music was hella lit during growl era.

~Anyways, so let’s get to the krislutao lawsuits and ‘scandals’:

Now as you probably know, they’re all Chinese members who were in exo-m (including lay- another Chinese member, Xiumin, and Chen, who are still a part of exo). Kris had apparently up and left just one day before their world tour, in may of 2014…ONE DAY BEFORE, and it made everyone shook, exo-m didn’t know what to do, Suho was freaking out bc SM allegedly made them unfollow Kris on social media like the DAY he left- except baekhyun, who some people say SM had again, ‘allegedly’, used violence to get him to unfollow Kris (if I’m wrong, please correct me on anything bc I’m just writing this like without a thought and from the top of my head).

So I belive only a couple days later, Suho went out and spoke to Kris directly in an interview? Something like that, and he basically was saying “stop being so rash, think of the group, think of the company, think of yourself, please stop being foolish and get your mind together and come back” just to summarize it. Now, most people including me don’t think he’d ever say this, it just doesn’t seem like it- but, SM probably made him say it bc I’m sure they knew Kris was gonna go ahead and file for a lawsuit, which he did. They were essentially trying to avoid any further lawsuits and issues concerning their idols (there’s A LOT).

The whole thing was about not being treated fairly by the company, and how his injuries weren’t being treated in time and that the workload was too much (you can Google for more info, but that’s basically what it was)

By now, I think they settled, right? I think he’s still signed under SM until 2022 when his contract ends, which basically means he’ll be sharing some of his income with them.
Before I go into Lu and Tao, I just wanna mention that Tao also went out and spoke about Kris, I think in a post on social media or an interview (again, please correct me if I’m wrong) and said how he felt betrayed, and that Kris was acting very selfishly for him to just leave without saying anything.

I don’t think Kris and him speak to this day, but I could be wrong. I mean I wouldn’t hold a grudge against him bc he said that in the heat of the moment, and Tao is just an emotional and hot headed person so I totally understand where it came from.

So Luhan….

Lu had decided to leave in October of that same year, but he actually discussed it with the members, I believe, and they were all emotional during his last concert with them (if you want your heart to shatter into a million pieces, I recommend watching it).

His lawsuit was basically the same, not being treated as fairly as the Korean members, points concerning health issues, and he went and left (his contract was not granted termination, so ofc he also went ahead and sued). The members were heartbroken after losing another member, esp a Chinese one bc they were thinking what’s gonna happen to exo-m??? But I’m pretty sure they’re all friendly with him still and keep in contact, including Kris. I believe he’s also settled with SM, and is under contract with them until it expires.

Okay, so Tao…
He left in may of 2015. I don’t actually know too much about his lawsuit except I think it’s the same as Kris and Lu’s in some aspects. Poor guy had hurt his leg pretty badly, and he barely got any time for it to heal properly. His father demanded he take some time and recover, so they sent him to LA for a couple months for rehab. So now he’s basically disappeared and no one really heard from him, and at this point everyone kinda knew he was going to leave as well.

I saw that he lost one of the lawsuits a couple of weeks ago in the Chinese courts, since they didn’t agree his reasoning was valid for breaking the contract (something like that) but don’t worry, it’s not the end of it and he’s still gonna be making music whether it’s under SM or not, and it’s not the end of his lawsuit battle.

So now exo-m is pretty much long gone, and they’ve formed into one complete group (they still have Chinese versions of their songs, and promote a lot in China since that’s where most of the $$$$ is from SM’s investors).

~Alright, so now you wanted to know about the whole Baekhyun and Taeyeon thing. So these two started to ‘date’ around the time the lawsuits and rumors were happening during the time that Kris left. Ofc, no one believed it at the time bc everyone thought it was just a cover up by SM to hush the rumors about EXO and Kris.

So many insane fans from both sides lashed out at the both of them, claiming that they shouldn’t be fake and try to fool everyone with their fake relationship  (tbh I think they all went crazy bc he’s said that he won’t date anyone until they were #1 and at the time they werent, so they went crazy about how he’s a liar and that they weren’t gonna be fans anymore). Taeyeon got so much hate esp, and they both had to publicly apologize and that was just so???? Unnecessary???? You can’t seriously call yourself a fan if you’re gonna be this much of an embarrassment to them, they honestly gave the group such a bad reputation during that time.

Tbh I have no idea how it all went down, but neither them or SM made a public statement about their breakup…who knows, some people still believe they’re dating to this day.

All I know for sure is that these men have worked so hard to be where they are now, despite being signed under satan’s company (people will say that it’s just business but they don’t have a bad rep when it comes to mistreating their idols for no reason *sips tea*) and they deserve every single ounce of love and support they receive.

No matter who they’re dating, might be dating, want to date, we should support them no matter what bc they’re just humans and not robots, and I mean come on…we can’t actually believe they’ll want to marry all of us (I still have hopes that baek will adopt us all tho let’s keep our fingers crossed aeris) 💖💖💖

PLEASE CORRECT ME AND FEEL FREE TO ADD ONTO ANYTHING I MIGHT HAVE MISSED since I literally just sat down and wrote this in one go lmao, I hope I cleared up some things for you nonnie 💛


Also I’m sorry for getting this up late!! But now it is time for the second member of the maknae line, the second half of the Daegu line, the love of my life who is such a cutie like do you ever see someone and just go okay yeah that’s a cute bean bc that’s me every time I see him, he’s just so squishy and smol and bby I love him so much, Kim Taehyung aka V aka tae tae

  • This AU takes place in college!Tae (here) it isn’t necessary to read the both of them together, the college AU is just to help set the scene a bit more
  • Visuals are up first bc I love me some Tae visuals he i s a visual like when they don’t whitewash his photos and you can see his tan YES PLZ SIGN ME UP FOR THAT SHIT
  • Okay so I have to point something out bc I thought about it yesterday and once I had it in my head, it was official it h a d to be done
  • I’m gonna go with the War of Hormone look for player!Tae
  • War of Hormone!Tae is actually just player!Tae there’s no difference
  • He looked s o good with that hair, the cut of it, the color, that entire era was golden with all the black and the leather jacket and the lollipop that was some good shit
  • Forever has a lollipop, why does he need so much sugar no one knows but it looks good so they aren’t complaining (I will never let the lollipop thing go)
  • Player!Tae always has a new hair color, he doesn’t stick with one for long, he’s done green, pink, purple, red, orange all the colors of the rainbow pretty much
  • Tae’s airport fashion is the cutest, he’s always in comfy baggy clothes and I love seeing my bby all comfy and knowing that he’s warm and content but he also makes them look really cute I still have no clue how he made shirts that had random holes in them look nice but he did and it made me wanna wear one too bc damn that’s a cute look
  • T h e player!Tae outfit is one of my favorites, I can’t remember the era but it’s infamous
  • It’s all black!Tae bc you all know how much I love all black outfits, he had black jeans and then a black sweater with “Donald” on it and a lil striped snapback that was faced backwards
  • Side note I just found another all black outfit, black t-shirt, black jeans that are making his legs look so fucking long and then a black leather jacket and now I want to go internally scream for like an hour maybe two
  • He’s a bit of everything, he’s a flirt but he also genuinely enjoys dating
  • His thing is that he’s a free spirit, he’s young, he’s got his acting major to work on and he just doesn’t have a lot of time to put into a relationship and he doesn’t wanna just half ass a relationship bc Tae is a romantic
  • He’s said that he wants to marry his first love, he wants a big family, he’d be the cutest lil boyfriend ever, he doesn’t wanna be trying to balance a bunch of classes and rehearsals and then try to add in a relationship if he knows he won’t be able to give them the attention they deserve
  • So instead, he keeps things casual and friendly
  • He is a v e r y approachable person, similar to hobi, he just gives off that vibe of come talk to me, he’s so friendly he could start up a conversation with anyone and keep it going without any awkward pauses plus he’s really nice looking so not only does he have a great face, he also has a great personality what a gem
  • So people approach him a lot and of course, they’re flirting, he’s flirting everyone’s giggly and happy
  • He really likes flirting actually, he likes making people happy so even if it’s just a quick “hey you’re cute” he knows that person is gonna go home and be smiley bc they got called cute and he loves knowing that he helped make someone’s day
  • Sometimes, when he sees someone that he can tell is just having a rough day, he’ll go over to them and start being all flirty and extra like he does this really exaggerated double take and goes “oh my goD I thought you were a model”
  • He’s one of those people that you can’t fully tell if he’s just being friendly or if he’s being flirty bc he’s really outgoing and affectionate so it’s kinda hard to tell which it is
  • But he kinda uses that to his advantage and keeps things platonic for the most part so that he doesn’t hurt anyone by breaking up with them bc he’s had to do it once and he h a t e d it
  • He never ever intentionally hurts people, he’s got such a soft heart he could never so “breaking up” is not something he likes to do so whenever his date asks what they are he’ll say they’re just friends or that it’s casual so no one catches any feelings
  • He would have so many different date ideas, he’s up for going to the park, the arcade, the beach, a cute dinner date, he’s good with everything
  • He always personalizes the date to them so if someone’s a big fan of seafood, he’ll take them to a sushi place or something like that, just a lil gesture to say hey I put some thought into this
  • You two meet on campus
  • You’re in the library and he comes in to find a book for his class and he sees you in the same section as him so he starts up a conversation
  • You already know exactly who he is and what his reputation is bc pretty much everyone does so you aren’t getting your hopes up when he starts being a bit flirty
  • But he’s also really funny and sweet and you can easily see why so many people go up to him
  • You two get scolded for being too loud so he takes you to the local cafe run by Jin and buys you a drink bc he wants to get to know you
  • You tell him upfront that you aren’t looking for anything casual, you’ve got shit to do, classes to study for and you don’t need someone that’s gonna pop into your life and then pop right back out
  • He reassures you that it’s just a platonic thing, he just wants to be friends that’s all and both of you know that in a month, you’ll be together but for rn, you go with the platonic approach
  • Sure enough, crushes start to develop, he becomes one of your favorite people to be around, you become his but you two are still just friends
  • You start to notice that he’s not flirting with other people as often and eventually it stops completely
  • He asks you out again to see if this time you’ll say yes and you do and he gets s o smiley his entire face just lights up and he looks so beautiful all the time but especially when he smiles
  • “I can be serious”
  • “Tae you’re wearing an adult sized onesie rn”
  • “I can take it off, no problem”
  • “Get ouT”
If You’re Broke, Stop Scrolling & Read This!

I keep seeing what seems like a trend on here….people that are broke are just sitting around and accepting their life and aren’t making changes. I’m here to offer a few tips to you guys because YOU DON’T HAVE TO SETTLE WITH BEING BROKE AF! I’m not even joking, being broke/poor is not fucking fun && no one has to go through life living that way. You will need a mindset shift && I’m hoping this post can do that for at least one person.

1. Your friends- If you have friends that are broke, drop them. If ya’ll sit around all day not doing shit, fucking around, acting stupid on snap, relaxing and shit, drop them. There is this saying that goes something like “ Your income will be the average of the 5 people you are around the most” that shit is true and guess what….that includes family members too. If you want to become rich, you need to find rich friends, and you know what, it isn’t hard at all. As far as family goes, I’m not telling you to cut your family members off….but maybe give them less of your time. If you have a friend or family member that is always broke and asking for shit, do not feel obligated to help them JUST CUT TIES WITH THEM.

If you want tips on how and where to find successful, rich, productive friends, literally google “how to find rich friends” ,“where to find rich friends” or something similar. If you need any help, inbox me.

2. Your Mindset- Fucking change it! Seriously, stop being so fucking negative. YOU DO NOT HAVE TO SETTLE FOR ANYTHING IN LIFE! YOU CAN DO JUST ABOUT WHATEVER YOU WANT! YOU CAN BE WEALTHY! I’ll give book recommendations to help with this. Listen, its time to stop thinking white people are the only ones “with money”. You need to know that you can have the things you want just like “them”. Go ahead and get on google (when you finish this post) and look up “law of attraction” just to get a general understanding if you’re not familiar with it.

3. FUCKING READ!- This is so important! Guys, I have a friend (associate now but we were BFFs in high school) that will be 30 this month. She has one child and lives between her grandmother’s and mom’s houses. She drives a car she doesn’t like and she works a minimum wage job as a cashier/ stock person. I’m definitely not judging her but the way she lives should not be how anyone that is damn near 30 should. Anyway, I only brought her up to mention that a few years ago when I was into flipping houses I told her to read a book that changed my life and her response was “Girl, naw, I ain’t tryna read no books, I don’t want no shit dats gonna change my mind n shit”. BITCH WTF!!! The problem IS your (her) mindset! You think the self made rich got there by keeping the same mindset they’ve always had? You think they got their by cashiering? You think they got there without reading? HELL NO! READING IS ESSENTIAL, I really don’t even know why I didn’t make it number one tbh.

There’s another saying/quote that I was told used to be said “back in the day” it goes something like “If you want to hide something from a nigg** put it in a book because they don’t read anyway”……and sadly. most people (not only black) haven’t read since high school. NOT TALKING ABOUT READING FICTIONAL BOOKS TO PASS THE TIME EITHER! I’m talking about self help, business,finance and personal growth books.  This is so important, I really can’t stress this enough. 

If you wake up and log onto social media immediately, FUCKING STOP AND READ INSTEAD.


Look, social media won’t do shit for you unless you’re using it for marketing.  Oh and guess what…..that music you’re listening to every time you hop in the car, those singers and rappers are already rich and aren’t doing shit for  you. So stop waking up and doing meaningless shit….READ a book instead.

And I bet, if you ask any self made rich folks how they spend their days, they will mention reading….even if they read books for pleasure now, they’ll tell you that they used to read about business,self help, finance etc when they were still broke and building their business.

Conclusion: Fucking read, get new friends and work on changing your outlook on life. If you find yourself broke af but you and you friends are smoking weed all day or riding around your city not doing shit YOU JUST MAY want to follow the instructions in this post.  




Suggested books:

Rich Dad, Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki- One of the most important books you will ever read, it explains how rich people get rich and how poor people stay poor bc of how each type perceives money.  Also, read Robert’s other books.

The Slight Edge by Jeff Olson- Pretty much helps you set up daily habits for success.

Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill- Now this book, pretty much all self made rich have read this book….it talks a lot about the law of attraction and is another very important book.

7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen Covey

The One Thing by Gary Keller and Jay Papsan

There  are a ton more but this is all I can think about right now. If you are able to start just one book right now or can’t afford more than one right now, get Rich Dad, Poor Dad first.







member : jungkook x reader ( x taehyung)

genre : angst/fluff

requested! i hope i did okay >< thankyou for requesting!

word count : looooong

one shot

request : If your open for requests can i please have either a taehyung or jungkook angst scenario where your married to him but he files a divorce bc his been seeing someone else and obv u just dont want to end the whole thing cs u still love him but all u want for him is to be happy so you agreed to him but on one condition that is, he has to hug you every single day for a month and then you’ll sign it after a month’s over u can choose the ending but please make it sad thank you! :*


“i want a divorce.”

jungkook has always been known to be blunt, words falling off his lips without a second thought. but you knew that this time, his words weren’t rash. he has thought about it for more than a few times, you could see it in the way his eyes were always filled with guilt and remorse whenever he looked at you when he thought you didnt notice, lips forming a tight smile whenever you turned around, a questioning gaze adorning your features as he waved it off in dismissal.

but she was intriguing, different from the rest, different from you.

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And now it is time for my highkey spirit animal, the first half of the Daegu line, an actual sweetheart with a rea ll y relaxing voice like honestly just listening to Yoongi talk makes me feel so relaxed and it’s just so nice, Min Yoongi aka Suga aka Agust D

  • Okay but I just need to talk about this s o fucking much like this is so necessary and I just need it
  • Visuals first bc I’m s o ready for this
  • The band member that changes his hair color every few months when he gets bored of the previous color
  • He starts out with black hair then he changes with brown then it’s blonde then it’s red for two seconds then it’s orange the list just goes on and on and on
  • He currently has the blonde hair bc did you see Agust D that was some good shit right there siGN ME UP (hi I’m still not over that shit and probably never will be)
  • Like he has this ability to make blonde hair look ethereal and soft but also just as badass as his black hair and it’s honestly so !!!
  • Bc sometimes there’s a pic of him with blonde hair and it’s like damn he’s pretty he’s so soft I wanna cuddle him and wrap him up into a blanket burrito and watch funny movies with him
  • But then also sometimes there’s a pic of him with blonde hair and it’s just FUCK
  • Okay but yoongi in all black is such a fucking nice look also yoongi in hoodies that’s a really fucking good look too 
  • He’s just one of those people who could walk around in pajamas and it’d just be like you know what that still looks fucking good bc his body is just ni cE and he has that laid back vibe to him so it helps when it comes to pulling off literally just a baggy hoodie and jeans I mean in Agust D he’s literally just in jeans and a jacket and a t-shirt and it still looked so fucking nice one of my favorite looks on him actually
  • He would be a guitarist
  • Just think about that for a second let it sink in
  • Yoongi has some of the most beautiful hands and thinking about that combined with a guitar is just wow
  • Idk why but Yoongi just sc reams guitarist to me it’s one of my biggest head canons about yoon, if he was in a band he’d be playing guitar
  • Like I can see it so well, his head down bc he’s so focused on playing, he’s bobbing a lil bit to the rhythm, he’s got that passion in his eyes bc Yoongi just loves music so much, it’s his everything
  • I also just think yoon would be one of those people that’s a ma zing at playing guitar and it’s just fascinating to watch him play bc he makes it look s o easy
  • Started playing when he was literally like 6 like super casual just kinda picked up a guitar and started figuring it out on his own until he eventually knew how to play it and then bc he plays piano too bc Yoongi can cASUALLY PLAY PIANO he’d be able to read music and figure out notes and chords and all of that fun stuff
  • Yoongi’s just one of those people that you know is meant to do things with music whether it’s just creating it or just playing it, it’s clear that it’s his passion in life
  • The more quiet member that’s actually really fucking funny and everyone has a lil soft spot for him bc he’s precious without even meaning to be
  • Some people are a bit wary of him bc he seems to be all tough and blunt but then they get to know him and see that he’s actually just smol cutie pie in black clothing
  • He’s always doing sweet things for the fans, like setting up free water bottles for them or even sometimes handing them out himself while they’re waiting in line
  • If it’s raining, he makes sure they have something to stand under and he tries to make sure they’re ushered in quickly so they don’t catch a cold bc he would h a t e for someone to have deal with an illness bc they were waiting in line
  • Gives fans really good advice whenever they ask, like it can be about how to create music, how to find your passion in life or it can just be how to get through stressful days
  • Genuinely appreciates each and every fan that comes to any show and totally remembers people if they come to multiple shows bc he’s just so thankful that not only did they come to a show once, they continue to come to them
  • He’s pretty quiet on social media bc if he isn’t performing, he’s writing, if he isn’t writing, he’s with you, if he’s not with you, he’s trying to catch up on sleep
  • But when he does post it’s golden like we all know how beautiful Yoongi’s seflies are they’re pure beauty
  • He jokes around with the fans a lot like he’ll have random sprees where he’s just on a various social media (typically it’s Twitter) and he’s on there for hou rs just talking to people
  • It’s rare to see him without his guitar, in a lot of the pictures the boys take of him, you can almost always guarantee you’ll see his guitar somewhere in the picture and it’s honestly become an inside joke in the fandom
  • He’s another person I could see having a significant other long before the band
  • He’s v v quiet about it, Yoongi just seems like someone who keeps his private life p r i v a t e
  • Some people don’t even know he’s in a relationship except for the people who hear/see the subtle hints he gives bc he doesn’t want to risk you getting hate but he also wants to make it clear that he isn’t interested in dating anyone else 
  • There are v v subtle hints like blink and you miss them type of shit but they’re there
  • Lowkey has a tattoo dedicated to you but it’s not like an obvious thing, it’d be of some inside joke or just the word “muse” written across his collarbone in your handwriting, just something small that says hey I love you without making it obvious about who he’s loving
  • He isn’t ashamed of the relationship or anything like that, he’s just v v protective and knows people can be mean and he doesn’t want you to go through that just bc you’re with him
  • Some people can kinda guess he’s at least in love with someone based on his lyrics like it’s obvious he’s singing to someone but they just don’t know who
  • There’s also this one sneaky picture the boys took of you two when you and Yoongi reunited after his tour, it’s of that first hug so both of your faces are hidden since your back is turned to the camera and his face is in your hair
  • You’re both just holding onto each other so tight and it’s such a cute moment, Tae just had to put it up onto the group’s Twitter and everyone lost their shit bc who a WHOA WHOA THE BBY IS IN LOVE ?!?!??!
  • Yoon lowkey doesn’t really address it besides one of those smirking emojis but that one lil face says it all

minyardfluff  asked:

Ok but you know what the tfc fandom desperately needs? Cat Shelter AU

oooooh my gosh I love cat shelters (but I’mma make this an animal shelter bc why not dogs need love too)

Send me prompts/headcanons

  • Neil works at an animal shelter in Columbia
  • He was kind of forced into it after volunteering/visiting one too many times
    • He couldn’t resist the cuteness
    • He’s still kind of on the run but he needs stability every now and then.
  • The old lady who owns the shelter loves him and expects him to come in everyday. 
  • So he does bc why not free kitty cuddles
  • They had a new litter come in and Neil needs to give them all names before they’re old enough for adoption
    • He’s stressing out over it bc Neil has never had this much responsibility???
  • Anyways
  • Fast forward a few more days
  • The Palmetto Exy team is volunteering at the shelter for a week because they need community service hours and Wymack is NOT letting them get away without doing it
  • They walk into the cat area and see this literal ball of sunshine, Neil, holding a rather surly looking cat (it’s probably a Bengal, they’re huge and feisty)
    • The cat is in love with him tbh it hates every other volunteer there
  • Neil helps the foxes sign up for their hours, and he gives them the option of walking dogs or helping him clean the cat condos and cages
    • Matt, Dan, Allison, Seth, Kevin all go for the dogs
    • Kevin is excited bc he gets to exercise while also volunteering?? Score
    • That leaves Andrew, Renee, Aaron, and Nicky with the cats and Neil
  • Neil is still holding this cat while he points out what needs to be done/cleaned
    • Every time he tries to put it back in its cage it claws at his face and he doesn’t want more scars so jfc he just carries it everywhere
  • Aaron, Renee, and Nicky start cleaning the cat condos while Neil takes Andrew back to the sick/medical cages
    • Nicky is very excited and he coos at every cat that even remotely gives him affection
    • This kid needs it he’s so affection starved my poor bb
    • Renee is immediately drawn to this black cat named Knives (Neil named it, what do you mean that’s not an appropriate name for a kitten??)
  • Neil and Andrew are tasked with moving the kitty litter to a new cage bc they finally found a mama cat that will give these babies her milk
  • Andrew is quietly seething bc he doesn’t want to be there and Neil is weird and won’t talk. Like at all. It’s nice but also annoying because he has no idea who this Neil kid is and it would just be easier if he could read him.
  • This little baby keeps biting/nipping at Andrew’s armbands whenever he tries to put it in the cage with mama. He finally gives up and just sits down and holds it.
  • He gets irritated at the complete silence and decides to break it, “What are their names?”
  • “I haven’t decided yet.” Neil says. He’s surprised, this angry small blonde kid is finally talking and not just glaring at him??
  • Andrew scoots forward and grabs the white board that’s tied to the kitten’s cage. He uncaps the marker and begins writing something on it.
  • Neil peers over his shoulder and reads aloud “Sundae, Brownie, Tapioca… These are all desserts? Why?”
  • Andrew gives him a blank look, “Well it’s not my shopping list. They need names so I’m giving them names.”
  • Neil nods in understanding. Andrew is taken aback because he didn’t laugh at his weird name choices.
  • “This one is blonde… Maybe his name should be Pudding?” Neil suggests. They spend another hour discussing and debating dessert name choices based on the kitten’s coloring and personalities.
  • Nicky, Aaron, and Renee finish up their work and find them huddled next to a cage of kittens, both of them holding one or two cats and talking softly to one another. The Bengal is draped over Neil’s shoulders, asleep.
  • Nicky is about to say something because it is literally the cutest thing he’s ever seen Andrew do? Holding kittens and not killing someone?? Also that someone is cute???
  • Renee ushers Nicky and Aaron out before they could ruin the mood.
  • The Foxes return every day that week, much to Neil’s delight.
    • He and Andrew always take the medical cages because the cats seem to be attached to Andrew and they let him hold them/give them medicine, which is something only Neil could do before.
    • That leaves Neil available to help with the dogs sometimes, and he makes friends with Matt and Dan pretty easily.
  • Soon enough the week is over and the foxes have to go back to school
  • Neil is sad, but doesn’t really know why
    • Columbia is temporary to him, he always has his duffel bag packed and ready to go
    • He was planning on leaving last month but then the shelter needed him, and then the foxes came, and well…
  • The Foxes come back the following weekend, Kevin’s excuse being that walking the dogs is good cardio. Andrew’s excuse being that he didn’t have an excuse and he was grumpy the entire time they were there.
  • Volunteering at the shelter becomes a Fox tradition, and sometimes Andrew&Co. would stop by before going to Sweetie’s and Eden’s Twilight
  • They even take Neil sometimes
    • He’s covered in cat hair but that’s ok because the angry small gives him new clothes
  • It’s easier to breathe at night after hanging out with them
  • And Neil finds that Columbia might not be so temporary after all
Bachelor Pad Au pt 1

It’s finally here: The first chapter of the AU Liz and I have been working on for months! We’re going to be exploring many ships (yes, even ones we don’t ship) so feel free to send suggestions to either of our asks! FYI: We made Blackfire’s name Kara bc Kom didn’t sound like a real name for someone tbh. Let us know how you like it :)

Find the cast photos here and here

Word count: 5,299

“Hello, I’m Mark Summers. This season, we have a special treat for you all on “The Bachelor Pad”, starting off with whole new cast of characters, never before seen on the Bachelor or Bachelorette. As for me, I’m not only your host, but also the “Master of Games”. Our bachelors and bachelorettes will be arriving any minute now, and who knows what’s in store for them!”

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Don't Love Me: Michael Clifford Smut

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word count: 4.2K

pairing: michael x reader

rating: R

note:yes i finally wrote a michael smut! are u excited? i hope u are bc i worked hard on it, and im proud of it. this smut has more of a plot line to follow, instead of it just being smut yknow (hence why it’s over 4k words long lol) enjoy my loves xx

After an exhausting day of work, you swing the back door open and smile at the sight of your car in the parking lot. You jog to it and unlock it, settling yourself in the driver’s seat and starting the car. Just as you put your seatbelt on, your phone buzzes, indicating a phone call. Out of curiosity, you look at the caller ID. Surprisingly, you see your ex-boyfriend’s name, ‘Michael,’ flashing obnoxiously on the screen.

Hesitantly, you pick your phone up and accept the call. Running a hand through your hair, you nervously bring the phone to your ear. “M- Michael?” is your greeting, which, might you say, isn’t the smartest way to start a conversation.

“Oh, you remember me. Thought, by now, you’ve already deleted my number,” he remarks, the chipper tone of his voice exposing his cockiness.

“Fuck off,” you groan. Shakily, you balance the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you back out of the driveway and turn left, thus starting your usual route home. “What do you want?”

“I want you,” Michael replies, immediately causing you to tense up. You don’t respond, propelling Michael to continue talking. “Why don’t you bring your cute, little ass over to my house, and I’ll show you just what you’re missing out on.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t want you. You see, Michael, there’s a reason why I broke up with you,” you retaliate, hoping your answer will shift the conversation in the direction you feel more comfortable with.

“And what’s that reason, sweetheart?” he questions. Though you know he’s only asking you that question to irritate you; he’s definitely doing a good job at that.

“Because you’re a horny asshole who fucks anything that breathes,” you spat. Suddenly, the memory of the day you caught Michael cheating on you replayed in your mind. It was about a month or two ago, and you two were just a day shy of your two year anniversary as a couple. You came from work, but you didn’t hear the television or the shower running. No, you heard moans instead - loud moans.

Curiosity getting the best of you, you knocked on your bedroom door before entering. Nothing would have ever prepared you for what you had witnessed that day. When you opened the door, the woman’s legs were wrapped around his neck.

As soon as you caught him, you dumped him and cried for a solid week straight. You were extremely upset, of course, but you don’t tolerate anyone who seeks the love of another person while they already have someone willing to give them that same exact love.

“You know how sorry I am, babe,” he says, the tone of his voice softening at the sound of your anger. “Please… just come over, and we can talk.”
“What’s there to talk about, Michael? You cheated on me after two fucking years of dating!” you yell. The anger coursing through you distracted you from driving, and you almost miss the turn you’re supposed to take. “I’m over you.”

“Are you really over me?” Michael asks, the intolerable arrogance creeping back into his voice just as quickly as it went away.

“Yes… Yes, I am, Michael.” You sigh, the conversation faltering to a dead silence. Deciding to take initiative, you clear your throat and speak up, “I just… I want to know why you cheated on me.”

“Well, come over, and I’ll tell you,” he presses.

“Fine… I- I’ll be there soon. Bye, Michael,” you mumble, forcing your voice to stay flat and free of emotion. Instead of going into your neighborhood, you turn around, speeding off to head towards his house.

Finally, you arrive. A nervous swirl of uncertainty settles in the pit of your stomach, warning you just how bad of an idea this is. As you knock on his front door, you cross your arms over your stomach to hopefully subdue it’s warning signs.

The door flings open, and your eyes catch his expectant gaze. “Hi,” you greet. To invite yourself in his home, you take a giant step forward to enter the warmth of his house. The familiar smell of his cologne hangs lightly in the air as you brush past him.

“Do you want to know why I cheated on you?” Michael asks, skipping all of the friendly small talk instantly.

“Yes, I do. I want to know why the fuck you cheated on me. No, not just why, but who the hell you cheated on me with. I think I deserve that little bit of information too, don’t you think?” you interrogate. The woman who was in bed with Michael left as soon as she heard you gasp. She had on minimal clothing - just her undergarments - and left with the pile of her clothes in her hands. The woman had kept her head down the whole time, so you couldn’t identify who she was very well.

“She was just someone I met in a club. She gave me her number, so I called her. She came over, and we had sex. That’s it,” he explains. You scoff and scrunch your eyebrows.

“That’s it?” you ask, not continuing until you see Michael nod his head. “So the whore who was in our bed one day before our two year anniversary was just some girl you picked up from a club? Is that really it, Michael? There’s no other explanation?”

Michael nods his head again, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his sweatpants. “Pretty much.”

“Bullshit!” you yell. For dramatic effect, you throw your arms up in the air. “Were you just bored? Is that it, Michael? Were you bored of jacking off while I was at work? Did you call up this woman because your sorry ass couldn’t wait for me to get home?”

“Oh, please!” Michael scoffs, his eyes narrowing at the sight of your arms crossing over your chest. “Even if you won’t admit it, you know damn well why I cheated on you. No matter how hard I tried, you always blew off having sex. You used stupid excuses, like, ‘I’m too tired,’ or ‘I’m not in the mood.’ That went on for months, and I was getting tired of it. Everyday, you’d come home from work completely exhausted. I wanted to take care of you, make you feel good. You never let me, and I could only do so much for you.”

Your face fails to express any emotion as you struggle to form a proper sentence. At last, you manage to recollect your thoughts, “Well, if you were faithful and loyal - if you had just waited, I would’ve had sex with you eventually. What am I supposed to do here? Apologize for being tired? Say, ‘I’m sorry,’ for not having sex simply because I didn’t want to?”

Michael sighs, doing a quick once-over of you before walking closer to you. His voice dramatically decreases in volume as he finally responds, “All I wanted to do was take care of you. I wanted you to be able to come home from a long day of work and just let me take care of you. I wanted to show you that a tiring day of work didn’t have to be a bad thing.”

“It was never a bad thing, Michael. I- I…” you trail off, unsure of how to continue. Michael weakly smiles, moving his hand up to tuck the falling strands of hair behind your ear.

“I know, and it’s my fault for thinking it was. I made a mistake… a big mistake. I was getting angry and impatient, and a kiss on the lips just wasn’t enough for me. I needed more, and instead of waiting for you to feel the same, I turned to another woman. I’m sorry. I really am sorry,” Michael apologizes, not bothering to capture your gaze once he sees your eyes wander around the room.

“D- Did she give you what you wanted, Michael? Did she love you better than I could?” you question, finally mustering up the courage to look him straight in the eyes. Your voice breaks, and you struggle to blink back tears. You flicker from one eye to the next, unsure of where your stare should rest.

“No one can love me better than you can,” Michael says. “Now that you’re here, why don’t I show you I can love you right, love you like you deserve to be loved?

“Don’t love me, Michael,” you reject, your voice small and scratchy. Just as Michael’s hands reach out for you, you flinch backwards. “I don’t need your love. You lost my love as soon as your lips touched another woman’s lips.”

“Are you saying you don’t love me just so you can convince yourself that you don’t? Are you just ignoring that you still love me and telling me you don’t love me because you think it’ll steer me away? If you do, you’re wrong. You’re so fucking wrong, babe,” he counters. A smirk twitches on his lips, showing no sign of fear as he approaches you. His hands travel down your chilled arms, every finger creating it’s own burning trail on your skin. Once they reach your wrists, his fingers curl around them.

“M- Michael…” you begin, ready to defend yourself. However, you can’t. You can’t defend yourself. You have nothing to defend.

“See? You can’t even stand up to me because you know I’m right,” he says. His grip on your wrists tighten as he speaks. “You still love me. You never got over me. Hell, you probably didn’t even want to break up with me.”

“You don’t know that,” you growl, willingly moving closer to him.

“Oh, I don’t? Then why are you here? Why are you in my house, asking about why I cheated on you? Why are trying to tell me you don’t love me when you can barely convince yourself you don’t?” Michael urges, making the blood streaming recklessly through your veins start to boil.

“I came here because I wanted a reason to hate you!” you shout, causing Michael to slam your back against the nearest wall. He secures your arms on either side of you, his grip preventing you from moving.

“Oh, really?” he rasps. “Did you get what you came for, sweetheart? Do you have a reason to hate me now?”

“Yes,” is all you say. The smirk on his face grows, only angering you more.

“What’s the reason? Why do you hate me, babe? Tell me,” he banters. His lips brush past yours as he waits for your answer.

“I hate you because I love you. I love you so fucking much, and I hate that,” you reply. Unable to hold back the temptation, you smash your lips into his. This catches him off-guard, and he doesn’t have time to recompose himself because you pull away. “I hate that you cheated on me, and I hate that I love you just as much as I did before you cheated. But do you know what I hate the most, Michael? Do you?”

“What? What do you hate the most?” he asks, his voice low and raspy.

“I hate that I forgive you for cheating on me,” you breathe out. Michael laughs, though it’s not as bright and cheery as it usually is. This time, it’s dark. It’s angry, which only furthers the justification of your anger. In a blur of infuriation and passion, your lips crash into his; his body presses yours against the wall, leaving you completely breathless. You kiss back and tug at his hair, twisting the ends in between your fingers.

Michael, managing to never break the kiss, bends down to get a secure grip on your thighs. He lifts you in the air, encouraging your legs to weave around his waist. Afterwards, his hands glide up and down your back until they reach your bum. He gives it a squeeze, hoping it’d surprise you. However, you stubbornly keep your mouth closed so his tongue has no entrance.

Getting impatient, just like you knew he would, he slips his hands under your shirt and rakes his fingernails up the sides of your body. A sharp pain is left behind on your skin as the numbing trail comes to an end. You gasp at the unwelcomed sensation, allowing Michael to seize the moment.

His tongue slips into your mouth, already winning a short-lived battle. With every eager smack of your lips, he discovers a new area inside your mouth. Seeing as his hands are right at the underwire of your bra, Michael helps you tug your shirt off. Your lips tore apart in order to do so, which was a weird feeling for you. It seemed as if your and Michael’s were glued to each other, never meant to be broken apart. When your lips did leave each other, it left you craving more.

He throws your shirt off to his right, leaving it to rest on the couch. “I hate you, too, baby,” he says as the empty void increasing the distance between your lips created an overwhelming amount of tension.

“Why do you hate me?” you ask. You purposely squeezed your legs around his waist and run a hand through his hair. “Tell me, baby. What is it that you hate about me?” When you see his eyes become visibly darker, you smirk, but bite your lip to hold it back.

Michael kisses you, postponing answering the question. His hands, knowing they can’t stay in one spot, roam your body, establishing his rightful affection for you through his fingertips. He backs away from the wall, forcing his hands to rest under your bum to support you. With a thick stream of rage whirling around you, he wastes no time rushing to his bedroom.

Before the kiss got too heated, you pull away and swiftly peel his shirt off. Dropping it on the floor, you let Michael open the door to his bedroom before resuming the kiss. Michael’s kisses have always been your drug. Even after he cheated on you, you craved them. Nothing can separate you from Michael, and nothing can detach Michael from you. You’re like each other’s air supply, your source of life. Without one another, you’re basically nonexistent.

“Answer me,” you beg against his lips. Michael sighs into your mouth, in hopes of catching his breath. You’re fighting for your own air as it is, but you don’t care. What you really need is Michael. “Why do you hate me?”

“I hate you because…” he starts, ripping the kiss apart to lay you down on the bed. Your arms wrap around his neck and play with the hair at the nape of his neck, hoping your actions pressure Michael into answering you. Your lips touch, and you hear Michael moan, as if that simple act was enough to drive him crazy. Finally, unwilling to handle your teasing, he responds,“you’re all I think about. I hate you because we didn’t have sex for months, yet you always found a way to make me want you.”

Your hands travel down his back, tracing his spine until you reach his jeans. “Oh, really?” you tease, propelling you to hook your fingers in the belt loops. Michael nods, not waiting for your response and skimming his lips past yours. Instead of kissing your lips, he swoops down to your neck and, though he remembers where your sweet spot is, he ignores it. His hand moves the hair away from your neck to allow him more access. With a smile, he sucks and nips at your neck, forming love bites wherever possible.

To hold back a moan, you draw in a sharp intake of air. Your hands, trembling from the exposed passion projecting all around his room, rake up his back. Eventually, they reach his shoulder blades, and you settle for digging your nails into his hot skin. “I hate you because I cheated on you, and all I thought about was you. All I thought about was how no one loves me better than you do, and I hate that,” Michael explains into the sensitive skin of your neck. Admitting that you no longer can hold it back, you moan. Your chilled skin meshes with his fevered skin, getting a louder reaction out of you. Soon afterwards, goosebumps course down your body, head-to-toe. “You make me want you so fucking much, and I hate that.”

“I want you, Michael. I want you so bad,” you groan, impatiently running your hands down his body to reach his jeans once more. Michael, satisfied with the copious amount of hickeys he’s marked you with, begins to lick down your torso. Just when he reaches your bra, you manage to unbutton his jeans. After kicking his jeans off, his hands curve your back into an arch. When he gets full access to your bra, he unclasps it and tears it off of you.

His hungry eyes admire you, leaning down to kiss you. Eagerly, he kisses every soft feature of your face before reaching back down to your chest. Michael resumes where he left off, trailing more kisses down your body. When he reached just above your bellybutton, he kisses circles around it as he fiddles with the button of your jeans. Undoing it within seconds, he aides you in peeling them off. Because of his impatience, the process of taking them off was reduced considerably.

Your jeans join his on the floor, and at the quiet thud, Michael practically rips your panties right off too. Before inching closer to your throbbing core, he slings your legs over his shoulders. With a smirk, he admires your sex. “Damn, baby, who knew I could make you this wet,” he remarks, a low laugh slipping past his lips. His tongue pokes out of his mouth and scrapes up your folds. Your juices trickle down his throat, and he smiles. “I forgot how beautiful your pussy is.” He licks his lips, keeping his dark stare on you.

You groan as your high level of rage increases dramatically, mostly because of how impatient you are. To encourage him to make his move, your hands tangle in his hair and bring him closer to your heat. “P- Please, Michael,” you plead. Another loud whimper escapes your lips as his crisp breath fans over you.

“Oh, baby, you’re begging for me now? A few months ago, you weren’t,” Michael retaliates. At his words, his tongue slips in between your folds and calmly licks up and down, but not taking any real action.

“I need you, Michael. Please… I- I’m sorry,” you say, deciding that if you apologize - though it’s an empty apology - Michael will do what you’ve missed for months.

“You were never this needy when we were dating…” Michael points out, chuckling at this discovery.

“I don’t care!” you shout, your hastiness getting the best of you. “I don’t fucking care! Michael, please!” At the sound of your irritability, Michael’s tongue delves into you, pumping at a rapid pace. This gets a reaction from you, and you moan aloud. The feeling of Michael pleasuring was one you’ve missed for ages, and he knows that. Frankly, he won’t let you forget it.

Your orgasm builds slowly, which is slightly beneficial. You never want this euphoria to end. Michael, hearing your moans quiet down, exits you and licks up your slit to center himself above your clit. His mouth curls around it and, without warning, sucks mercilessly. His tongue flicks and pokes at the nub, sending a rush of pleasure through you. Your moans and whimpers drown out any other noise, only exciting Michael and inspiring him to work even harder.

Two of his digits enter you, and your orgasm picks it’s speed up instantly. “Oh, fuck… Michael!” you whine. Your hands grip the bed sheets as his fingers push in and out of you at an ever-increasing pace. His mouth continued working it’s unexplainable magic, sending you to a place beyond your imagination.

Your high crashes down on you when you least expected it, and your back arches off of the bed. As your body calms itself down, your legs close in on Michael’s head. Your chest heaves, barely able to control your uneven breathing. You feel his smile against your core as he pushes your legs apart.

Knowing you’re still sensitive, his fingers slow their pace down to help you ride your high out. When your back touches the mattress of his bed, his fingers exit you, and he licks them clean. To buy you time to catch your breath, Michael kitten-licks up and down your folds, purposely slipping in between them to collect anything he missed.

Though your orgasm’s still rushing through you, so you cry out at the sensation; Michael laughs, enjoying seeing you wrapped around his finger. Quickly, he brings your legs down from over his shoulders. He pecks your lips and deepens the kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth shortly after. His tongue dances with yours, allowing you to taste what he did moments before.

Your lips pull apart with a loud smack, and Michael uses this hesitation to comment, “You know, I bought a pair of handcuffs a while ago. I waited for months to use them, but I never did. I wanted to see you beg until you couldn’t beg anymore. I was thinking of using them today, but I guess I don’t need to.”

Not caring to respond, knowing he’s just trying to get a reaction out of you, your hands travel down to the waistband of his boxers. You pinch each side, even going to the extent of marking his hips with your fingernails. Michael smirks, happy to see you practically begging him without him pushing you to. Michael slips his boxers off, tossing them off to the side.

With ease, he positions himself above your entrance. Just when his head leaned down to kiss you, he pounds into you instead. His entire length enters you, and you scream, the mixture of both pleasure and pain overwhelming you completely. Your eyes flutter closed, and your head digs into the mattress. Michael’s hand, resting on one side of your head to support himself, moves the hair out of your face. Michael realizes your eyes are closed, and he slows down to help you get comfortable.

When the pain subdues dramatically, your cries turn into moans and begs for more. “Look at me, baby. Open your eyes,” Michael orders, his pace surprisingly speeding up after he saw your mouth agape from pleasure.

At his demand, you force your eyes to open; as you do, your gaze locks onto his. Your hands trail up his body slowly, carefully admiring every niche and curve. Everything in the room filled with your synchronized moans; they switched to screams when Michael hit your g-spot.

Once more, he slams into you, your skin slapping his as he recklessly thrusts into you.

You clench around him, signaling your fast-approaching orgasm. To speed it up, Michael’s hand traverse down your body, and his thumb stretches to your clit and starts rubbing it. When his cock twitches inside of you, you both know just how close your orgasms are getting.

Your moans fall out of your mouths in perfect harmony, and Michael bent down to your neck, leaving kisses to distract himself from his own orgasm. Though he’s close, he holds back for a while to wait for you to come first. The circles he’s rubbing onto your clit get faster and heavier as he feels himself losing momentum to hold back his orgasm. “Come, baby… Come for me. Show me how fucking good I make you feel.”

His words sent you over the edge. Your back arches away from the mattress, and your stomach presses into his, accidently pushing his whole length into you once more. You cry out, and to relieve yourself slightly, your fingernails stab into his shoulder blades and scratch down his back. Michael, unable to deny himself his orgasm much longer, releases into you as his head falls backwards. He lets a loud groan escape his lips, and you run a hand through his hair before placing needy kisses to his shoulders. In a blend of heaving breathing and stray moans, you and Michael kiss as his pace slows down.

Michael doesn’t exit you until both of you have ridden your highs out. Completely out of breath, the kiss he plants on your lips is weak and drained of energy. You smile as he rolls off of you and lands next to you. You turn your head to look at him, watching his chest rise and fall in it’s search for air.

After a while, Michael returns your stare and, with a smile as wide as yours, pulls you into his chest. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, his lips pressing a sweet kiss to your temple afterwards. You don’t bother to respond. Instead, you pull the covers up to pool around your naked bodies and cuddle into Michael. You two stay awake, comfortable in each other’s embrace for the first time in two years.

hautecouturestyles  asked:

Hi! I'm looking for some fan fictions where L&H are having kids. Do you have any recommendations?


(and if you need fics in general like i do all the time you should definitely check @hairryles fic rec, honestly if you want more kids fics, you should check here)

so here is some of my favorite fics :)

the keep reading thingy bc i got too excited 

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captainqueer-oflesbos  asked:

So Regina is a hufflepuff. Headcanons? Fave classes? Fave places? HP-modified history?


alright so headcanons:

sorting: regina is a hufflepuff, or is supposed to be. regina at eleven is a lot like regina at eighteen - headstrong, fierce, kind, loving, and also highly loyal to those she loves. and a member of a prominent pureblood family, of whom she doesn’t want to fail. or more-so, she doesn’t want to fail her mother, who’s been drilling into her head muggles are filth, muggleborns are no different and love is weakness, darling and that regina must strive to be better, must be better, and it’s expected that like everyone else in her family, she’ll be a slytherin. she struggles with maintaining her loyalties to herself and her family, because she wants freedom, freedom, freedom, the ability to be herself and fly, but she cannot disappoint her mother. and so the day she is sorted, she sits with shaking hands and legs and hears whisperings of hufflepuff in her ear and whispers please be slytherin, please, i need to be a slytherin, mother would be so proud. and the sorting hat listens. but she’ll never forget what it said: in slytherin, you will find greatness. in hufflepuff, you will find happiness. are they the same? i’m not the one to know, girl.

family: cora is a half blood, but she’s completely hidden that fact from the rest of the mills family. her mother, a powerful witch, her father, a muggle she hasn’t seen since she graduated hogwarts. she was a slytherin, and so was henry mills. (what regina doesn’t know is that henry made the same plea to the sorting hat.) she wanted power, literally and politically, and knew marrying a member of the prominent family was the way to do it. she got enamored by dark magic her fifth year and a professor secretly taught her: professor gold, the defense against the dark arts professor at the time. she later joined him during voldemort’s attempts to take over the wizarding world, and expects regina to do the same. henry doesn’t have quite the same leanings towards dark magic, but he doesn’t fight not joining voldemort because to do otherwise was death. and he’s terrified for his daughter, for her safety, for her heart. 

classes: her absolute favorite class is potions. she loves how methodical and focussed the practice is, and her draughts always get some of the highest marks. she loves how she doesn’t have to think about anything weighing on her when she’s brewing potions. her second favorite is transfiguration for similar reasons, and she has a good relationship with professor mcgonagall, regardless of class rivalries. (in her first year, regina received a howler for bad marks and ended up trying and failing to hold back sobs during transfiguration, and mcgonagall, knowing snape would never follow up, decided to see what was wrong.) she enjoys defense against the dark arts too, and finds the rush of power from the spells needed exhilarating and freeing. she also likes controlling the elements. fire, especially. 

favorite places: hogsmeade is her favorite. she loves the crooked, wooden buildings, the kind shop keepers, the foam on top of the butter beer at the three broomsticks, honeydukes, oh god honeydukes. she loves candy immensely and always takes a stash for her room. she was terrified her mother wouldn’t sign the slip so she could go in her third year, so she snuck it to her father. there’s also a place by the lake she goes to be alone, grass grows very green there in spring, and there’s a large tree for shade. 

relationships with friends: her first friend in slytherin is kathryn midas, someone similar to her and not afraid to jinx killian jones when he tries to pull their braids. beyond her she has acquaintances, pansy parkinson and her choose their words carefully around each other, each conversation laden with some kind of tension, killian jones is forever nuisance, draco malfoy isn’t much better, and she has a strange friendship with luna lovegood that she’ll never understand. but she’s one of the few she can manage to talk to and not feel like they’re expecting something of her. and the summer after london and daniel she can see the thestrals too. 

daniel: a muggle she met in a shop in london during the month her mother was away and her father let her roam the city. she was enamored by him, his world, a world without magic and all the responsibilities and prices that came with it, where voldemort wasn’t even a whisper and his kind smile. it never went further than a few dates, a few kisses, because her mother surprised them one morning with a i’m home early, darling and how could you disappoint me like that and a flash of green light that sent daniel, eyes shocked and wide, limp in her arms.

swan queen (bc i can’t not): emma swan was the first hufflepuff regina saw in year one that didn’t smile at all. she had bouncy blond curls and regina would watch them catch the torch light in the grand hall and why did this girl fascinate her? hufflepuffs were always irritatingly cheerful (i’m a slytherin i’m a slytherin), but for the first few weeks emma was alone and scowling and angry and didn’t talk except to state her name. and then regina watched from afar as she made friends with ruby lucas, mary margaret blanchard, and slowly saw a smile light her face like christmas. her smile was bright and beautiful and why does was make regina’s stomach dance? she watches emma with her sunshine hair and her gold and black tie laughing with her friends and wonders again, about her own sorting.

her few encounters with emma during their first two years were scarce and she tried to give her a wide berth, responding in curt sentences when they had to talk or work together in class. she found out that emma was an orphan, and most likely a muggleborn, so that was another reason to keep her distance. but with third year came quidditch and that rivalry and potions class together and the first smile regina caused emma to have and how could they be so alike and so different? fourth year came emma finding regina in her spot by the lake, sitting next to her with her arms crossed over her knees and her green eyes somehow sad and she says it’s quiet here, i can see why you like it. when they fight, there are sparks. when they duel, there is fire. when they sit in silence, there is a new kind of calm, and a new kind of tension. and then in fifth year, a kiss shared in a broom closet that turned out to be the room of requirement. 

quidditch: her mother was furious, but what could she do short of coming down to hogwarts herself? regina is a chaser and she’s good on the broomstick, whizzing fast and smooth around the other players. her father sends her a good broom, and she’s sure mother yelled at him for that, and he even managed to come see a game. in quidditch, she is so free and the rush of wind and euphoria causes her to laugh breathlessly. (emma is a seeker, and once gets hit so hard by a bludgeon that she falls and breaks a leg and regina needs this game to end now, and she’s completely unfocussed and goddamnit emma swan, you idiot you knew that was a risky move. she rushes into the hospital wing pink splotchy cheeked and sweating, and holds her hand and emma says i hate bone repair, hurts like hell, she just laughs and holds it a little tighter.

Just another Family Cumberbatch fan...

I read this on Gator’s blog this morning:“For your entertainment, skeptics, an excerpt from the letter read by Zero: ‘When I give birth to the child in me, who should it call father?’ You can’t make this shit up.”

And her reply was “ Oh really? LMAO.”

So I thought about it and then decided (against all known logic) to ask in a submit “How about putting it in actual context? The letter was about a grieving widow addressing her late husband about their unborn child and had nothing to do with paternity. What’s so funny about that? Really looks crass making it into something it wasn’t about. Just my opinion.”

Here’s her reply to me: “Context? Here’s the context: you have a woman with a foam belly reading what should be a moving, heartbreaking letter…instead it’s the height of irony. Ps: you can see the foam through her dress.”

I didn’t reply to that post, because really, what is there to say to someone who is so entrenched in her hatred of a certain woman that she doesn’t see the folly in her thought process. I was talking about the actual content of the letter - she tried to turn it around to some supposed “sin” of Sophie’s and completely ignored my point about how the letter didn’t connect at all with their theory that Sophie isn’t pregnant with Ben’s child. Besides she probably would just tell me to “Fuck off!” Sigh…

When I wrote my post to her I already knew that she is obtuse and completely without any moral compass, but I really didn’t expect her to reply with an answer that was so bluntly prevaricating. PS: She also demonstrated how ignorant she is and doesn’t know shit about what the actual definition of whether something is “ironic”.

I thought for one brief second that maybe she might think over her boorish laughter and grossly purposeful misinterpretation of the contents of the letter, and say that yes, it was wrong of her to mock the subject of a letter regardless of whether she personally has an axe to grind about the reader of said letter. But really… I shouldn’t have given her that much credit even in that brief second of time.

This all led me to start wondering what colour the sky is in the world that the swamp dwellers inhabit? It can’t be any normal colour, that’s for sure! It must be green - the colour of jealousy, envy and slime. Or maybe it is coloured red - with anger, hostility and malice? I know now for sure it isn’t the same sky that you or I look at.

Because they just don’t operate on the same plane as normal, rational beings do. To them everything, above all else, is first determined as to whether Sophie Hunter is involved. If she is, in any way (even in the most innocuous manner), then any said subject matter is immediately viewed with disdain, derision and disrespect.

And their “judgements” are very thorough. It isn’t enough to just not like Sophie as a wife for BC, no, it has to be pure hatred that has a thousand facets. They hate EVERYTHING she wears, her hair, her make-up, her mouth and teeth, all of her individual facial features, the way she stands, the way she smiles, the way she walks, the way she talks - EVERYTHING is open to unrestrained insults, eye-rolling, childish sneering and mockery. They have said she is dirty, doesn’t wash or comb her hair. They have accused her of being sloppy drunk, a thief, a liar, and a fraud. They don’t like the designers of her clothing (they are always open to insulting remarks regardless of their status or reputation in the real world). They don’t like her colleagues, or the venues where her work is being done. They don’t like her old apartments that she once lived in. Don’t like her pets. Don’t like her places where she was educated. They are extremely critical of the way she holds her child (more PROOF that the baby isn’t real), they have been critical of where her mother shops, criticised when she takes a vacation, which charities she supports, her CV or how she sings. It truly is all encompassing. And I have mentioned just a very, very small portion of the things that the Sophie haters have found fault in with a woman who they have NEVER, EVER met.

All of her friends and family members are to be considered worthless human beings (guilt by association to Sophie), all her business acquaintances are to be found “shady” and and any people who compliment her for any reason are either “paid PR” bought by her, or insane sycophants.

And of course you can’t talk about Sophie without connecting her to Benedict.

But he is in a special class by himself. The haters whole “public” reason for hating Sophie is supposedly that they “love” and support him so much that they have created blogs to expose the pure evil of SH so she won’t destroy BC (and his career).

Increasingly more of the haters are drifting to the wayside (they claim the have “had enough of the fuckery shamwow” and don’t want to hear about it any more - not that they can’t sustain their delusional imaginings any longer because it has become more and more evident that Sophie and Ben are a loving couple) but there are still some die-hards who refuse to leave this all behind and move on with their lives. But it does get harder and harder for them to keep the “plates of their hate” all spinning in the air with each passing event that BC and SH get photographed while sporting big smiles and loving glances at each other (like this latest run of premieres for Dr. Strange, LL Gala, London Library event, etc.).

And the longer he remains married to SH, the more elaborate and twisted the concoctions have to be (even in their twisted minds it is becoming rapidly obvious that none of those theories make one scintilla of sense) to maintain the structure of their hate.

There are posts about “contracts” being signed (always “running out” in some future time - but not too far off, because then her “followers”, who already have attention spans the size of a pinhead, would lose interest). Hard to say exactly just when that contract for services will run out - the goal posts move every month or so, when nothing happens.

There are also theories about her “blackmailing” BC (although never, never stated to exactly what with). But you can trust the haters when they say that whatever it is, it is particularly evil because Sophie is the mastermind behind it!

Then there are other stories about her drugging him to get her way, of HW being in control of the “Red Carpet Girlfriend Scheme” (but since he is off the scene now, that had to be amended to SH going “rogue”), of Disney being either in on the “fuckery” or trying to stop the “fuckery” (that one goes back and forth with each month).

Sometimes BC is a drugged addled victim, sometimes he is unwillingly complicit (and that one always ends with the haters scratching their heads and saying “I can’t figure out WHY he is doing this!!!!”). Sometimes he is trying to break free of her but is too much of a weak, low-self esteem shmuck to “Just do it!!”. Sometimes he HAS broken free, but then a mysterious “something” goes wrong and he has to go back to square one, so that is why we NEVER actually see him make that official announcement of “The Split”!

And of course, Gator has a new mantra - everything that seems not to match up with the “He hates her and wants to get rid of her” theory is chalked up to being all part of the “Master Plan” to make him appear more sympathetic to the general public when finally Disney PR exposes SH for the slut/ball-breaker she is. That way, as it becomes more evident that BC and SH are very much happily married, with an ever enlarging family and no impending “divorce” is on the horizon, Gator can just plug her ears and chant “La-la-la, you just wait until THE BIG DAY when all will be revealed!! All this supposed happiness you see is really just part of THE PR NARRIATIVE” And of course that BIG DAY never comes… poor sad Gator!

But I refuse to cry one tiny crocodile tear for her and her ilk.

They are so entrenched in their hatred of a woman who has done NOTHING wrong, that those type of haters will never pull themselves out of the downward spiral of swampy, vileness. They have succeeded in making Sophie a target and nothing more. They talk about her as almost an abstract monster - chimera. they have stripped away any reference to her humanity and de-humanised her (and Ben and her child as well). Very reminiscent of how racist try to de-humanise those they want oppress. No logic, no visual evidence, no statement from BC, no anti-hate blog will ever convince those people that what they are doing is degrading to themselves, a waste of time and energy and just so WRONG in every conceivable way!

So why have I sat down and written this up (if it won’t do any real good)? Well, I was taught as a child that you have a moral obligation to speak out when bearing witness to a wrong. It makes me feel better, more human, if I state clearly and precisely that what they are doing goes against every societal code of conduct (and I truly think it also probably breaches some legal aspects as well). If I didn’t say something I would feel somehow complicit in this. Silence = complicity in my mind, so I will continue to speak out about their reprehensible behaviour.

I know I won’t change very many of the hard haters’ minds with my words. I also know their hatred won’t touch BC and SH’s love for each other. They will continue to be married, have children, build careers and live their lives as they have since they met each other.

I do write-up like this because I will sleep easier at night knowing that I have at least put up some resistance against their words of hatred and that is worth a lot to my peace of mind.

Sign me “Just another Family Cumberbatch fan” and keep me anon - thanks!


Anon, I can’t even find the words to say just how accurate this post is. You’ve hit the nail right on the head and I applaud you.

Originally posted by moviesandquotes

Second Star to the Right

And Strait On till Morning

Requested by Anon

Prompt:  Can I get Bucky x reader where the reader finds Bucky alone and lost after he escaped from hydra and she is young but she fosters teens and so she takes him to her house which is in the middle of nowhere and she helps him overcome his nightmares and stuff And he hangs out with the teens who do a bunch of different things, like spray paint one side of the house or they have a giant and very serious water gun war and all of this helps him overcome his fears or whatever. But then Steve finds him and Bucky doesn’t want to leave but he feels like he should because he knows he is in love with the reader and he feels like he doesn’t deserve her so he leaves with Steve and the reader is hurt by that bc she loves Bucky. then the reader and the teens get captured by hydra and Bucky freaks out and then he finds her tortured and stuff And when they are in the hospital she asked why he left and they admit their feelings for one another.

A/N: For this prompt to work I had to pretend like Civil War wasn’t a thing…so yeah, that didn’t happen, but I did take a bit of inspiration from it.

I was originally contemplating for this to be a two parter, but I really couldn’t find a good ending point for the first half that would be a good lead into the second half so here you go…hope you enjoy this extra long one….word count ended up being 5264!

Asked to be tagged: @theepicbvbninja (at least I assume that’s what you meant by “sign me up for this” if you don’t then let me know and I’ll delete this tag)

One kid… Looking around the farm you built it’s hard to believe this all started by taking in just one troubled kid…To most of the town Jimmy was just some punk kid, no mom no dad no home no future. Back then your large farm house seemed rather empty, too big for just you but it meant to much to you to sell. You had watched your dad keep Jimmy out of juvie for what seemed his entire life and when he passed you hated the idea that he might be going to juvie for just trying to find a way to occupy his time since the orphanage never seemed to care. You thought it was just about a miracle that the judge allowed you to bring him home to work on what used to be your family’s farm. You’ll never forget the look on Jimmy’s face when he first looked up to his new home, old, falling apart, smelled kinda funny, to him it was something out of a nightmare of hillbilly hell. No one had been up to the farm in years and it was more than obvious. But he knew you saved him from his life and he gratefully took on all the work you gave him to keep him out of trouble in town.

Soon you found yourself taking in another troubled lost teen, and another. Next thing you knew the rooms to your large farm house were filled with your lost boys…the house was maintained, looking better than ever and now that they didn’t have a project to keep them busy, slowly they were finding themselves in trouble again. So you helped them fix up that old broken down barn, put up some fences fixed up the stables and next thing you knew your family’s old farm was up and running again, you slowly started acquiring a few horses cows and chickens for the boys to take care of in their spare time…Without meaning to you started what had become known throughout New York State as the Lost Boys Program, and you had quickly become known as one of the better social workers the state had to offer despite your young age. The state began funding you for the work with these wayward teens you’ve been doing. The Lost Boys program wasn’t just a quick way to get boys out of the foster system, it was therapy, it was making sure they got their education, it was giving them life skills they’d need to survive in the modern world. You cared for every one of your boys and made sure they knew it. Though kids would come and go, you always made sure they’d go into the real world knowing they were going to have a future, and a home to return to if they’d ever need it.

~ ~ ~ ~

Bucky looked down at the wet still unconscious Captain America, his target, his mission, his friend. He remembered him, how could he hurt him now? But how could he go back? There wasn’t much there in the way of his memories before HYDRA, they made very sure of that but he was aware of them, that there were locked away in some farm corner of his mind. All of Washington DC was on high alert, he had to be careful where he stepped.

The annual trip to DC was the highlight of the year for the younger kids. The last week of summer, a great way to bring the kids back into an educational mind frame after three months of hard work and summer fun. You had just gathered everyone up your trip cut short due to the battle between Captain America and The Winter Soldier. You felt it was just too dangerous to stay right now. Georgie, your youngest lost boy, had been begging to go back to the Captain America exhibit, swearing he saw the hero there a few days earlier. But then you saw him, he looked lost, confused and something inside your heart tugged at you taking pity on him. You knew in an instant who he was but you could also see he wasn’t the same man you saw on the news that morning, you weren’t sure what but you could see something was trying to change in him. You took the coat of one of the teens to cover his arm hiding who he was. ”It’s okay. You’re safe now.” You assured him.

Bucky looked at you, his eyes hard and cold but a softness trying hard to break free. “Who am I?” He asked, not entirely sure of anything about him. “Who was he?”

“He was Steve Rogers…Captain America.” You answered knowing full well that he needed your help.

“He called me Bucky…” His voice was soft and gritty, filled with the confusion of trying to remember his past.

“Then you’re Bucky Barnes! One of the Howling Commandos! Captain America’s best friend!”Georgie cried out excitedly! “I met him too.” He added triumphantly. The innocence of the child definitely stirred something in Bucky, though he wasn’t sure if he even remembered how to smile he could almost feel it in his heart.

“You really don’t remember anything?” You asked feeling the swell of pity in your gut growing. He shook his head before you turned back to Georgie. “Well kiddo, looks like you’re getting his wish.” You knew where Bucky’s answers lied, you knew it was the right thing to do to help him.

Georgie jumped up and down with excitement before looking up the the man before him. He might not be the same on the inside, even the child could see that, but he still had the same face. He removed the ball cap that had been shielding his face from the late summer sun and walked right on up to the deadly assassin. “Here…This’ll hide your face…if you keep your head down.” He took the cap and placed it on his head, it was a little tight, held his hair back, but he found the gesture sweet, how could he turn it down?

At the exhibit Bucky just stood there, staring at the him that used to be, taking in all the knowledge about him that he had forgotten for hours until a security guard came to you to let you know they were shutting down for the night. You clamped a comforting grip on Bucky’s shoulder looking up into the eyes of a killer trying to change. “Come on…It’s time to go.” You whispered before leading him out to the car.

“Where are we going?” He almost sounded innocent as he climbed into the car.

“Second star to the right and straight on till morning.” One of the boys in the back answered with a smirk.

“Jimmy…One, even if he could remember his past he still wouldn’t get that reference. That movie is from the 50s. And two…For the last time, I am never changing the name of (Y/L/N) Farm to Neverland. That was Michael Jackson’s house and that’s creepy.” It was times like this you felt most like a mother to your boys. Bucky just sat there in the back crammed between two of the boys, everyone showing so much excitement over the new addition, like you had brought home a stray dog.

~ ~ ~ ~

For the first few weeks Bucky wandered the farm land like a ghost, looking over the photos of former Lost Boys you had hanging on the wall, you called it your future hall of fame, all the boys get a picture upon exiting the program. His screams echoed through the house at night wild and terrified but raw and powerful. You could only imagine the kind of horrific images his mind was producing for him. The boys begged you to make it stop, or make him go away, but how could you? He was so lost and alone.

You found him out by the back orchards, just staring off into the fields of apples, plums, and empty branches that at one point had peaches. The sunlight danced in his long dark locks as the wind blew a gentle autumn breeze. You smiled to him gently as you held one out to him. He looked down at the basket, confused, but took it anyway. “Maybe I should leave. Your boys are scared of me anyway.”

“You heard that huh? They’ll come around, just give it some time.” You answered as you began to pull the fruit off the trees.

“I’m trouble (Y/N). If you knew the things I’ve done…the things that haunt me at night…” He insisted as he followed suit, helping you harvest.

“What do you see?” You asked him as you began to pull the fruit off of a plum tree. He looked at you like you just asked the obvious. “At night… What are you seeing?”

Bucky began to mimic your movements of pulling the plums off their branches, placing them in the basket you handed. You’ve been so nice to him, helping you seemed just natural  “Sometimes I’m falling in the snow. Sometimes it’s a memory of someone I-” He cut himself off, not wanting to burden you with the crimes he’d committed, you seemed far too sweet to have that burden you.

“It helps to talk about it you know… When you’re ready I’ll be here.” You replied with a smile. He watched you for a moment finding comfort in the way you moved and how the sun danced across your skin through the branches. “Did you know most of my boys were facing pretty serious charges at one point? We’re all a little damaged. All that matters is how we go on from that damage. You can either buy into it and become the person everyone thinks you are or you can work hard and prove everyone wrong. Which are you willing to do?”

“I don’t want to be that person anymore.” He answered with an almost smile, the closest thing you’ve seen to one since you took him in.

“In the meantime…do you know how to build a fire?” You asked as you looked over him, he turned his head to the side, once again confused by you. You tended to do that to him a lot, made him think, he liked it. “When the boys get home from school we’re re-painting the barn then having a bonfire. I could use some help.” He nodded in agreement before going back to the task at hand. You watched him try to pick pums off their branches only to have the juice run down his hand, he was squeezing them too tightly. You couldn’t help chuckling as you set your basket down and moved to him. “Not everything takes force.” You explained as you came behind him, guiding his hands. “You just have to be gentle.” You helped him pick the fruit in such a way he wouldn’t make a mess of himself and as you did you felt something stir in you that you that felt reminiscent of butterflies in your stomach.

~ ~ ~ ~

Bucky stood back and watched as you and the boys hurled a rainbow of paint at each other, only about half of it was actually getting on the barn. The corners of his lips slowly curled up as he watched the laughter and the chaos. It didn’t look at all productive. Is this what fun used to be? Suddenly Bucky felt something sticky thick and wet hit him in the face. All the boys stopped and stared at him with a large splatter of lime green paint across his left eye over his nose and down his right cheek. Silence fell over the group of teen aged boys as his right hand came up to his cheek, wiping the paint from his face and looking at it for a moment. Who threw it?! They all looked around each other only to see that you were the one with the lime green covered paint brush. Each one of them could think of a million ways he could kill you for this. But instead the corners of his lips pulled up higher as a smile began to form on his face for the first time since he didn’t know when. He slowly moved forward to you, taking the paintbrush from your hands. He examined it a moment, same pigment to the paint, yep, you did it. The collective breath of the boys was held as they watched, afraid Bucky might kill you for what you’ve done. But then he just painted a straight green line down the majority of your face and then like that you heard him laugh. It was a gorgeous sound. In it you could hear how sweet and innocent Bucky really was.

Later everyone sat around the bonfire you had built as a team, marshmallows roasting, stars twinkling above them brightly. Bucky looked up to the stars finding them beautiful, almost as beautiful as your eyes. Then what seemed like out of nowhere Bucky felt a tug at his sleeve from little Georgie, holding a stick with a toasted marshmallow on the end of it. “You eat it.” He explained as he pulled it off the stick and handed it to him. Bucky looked to you, you gave him a nod of approval before he took the sticky gooey warm treat and popped it in his mouth. He loved it.

~ ~ ~ ~

As autumn passed you and Bucky spent days piecing together his lost past, you had him write down everything, good or bad it was part of him and he’d need that to move on. Everyone worked together to harvest the orchards. You were right, they did eventually come around to liking him, once the fear faded and they saw the person beneath the soldier coming out. Georgie was his favorite though, the sweet little guy that opened right up to him that first day. Soon winter came and with that came days of making sure walkways were shoveled and animals were warm. But it also came with warm nights by the fireplace, movie marathons and snowball fights. You watched him grow and open up as the weather got colder as he remembered the life he had before HYDRA he helped the kids with their history homework.

As the snow melted into spring Bucky helped plant the vegetable garden behind the house and collect eggs from the chickens along with the boys. He watched as you unloaded the hay from your truck for the horses seeing a strength in you and a beauty in everything about you. It took some time but he was finally coming to terms with what he had done. His night terrors were slowly being replaced by dreams of you and him living a life that in his waking moments he was sure was too good for him. He loved everything about you, but how could he ever hope that someone like you would fall for someone like him.

Soon spring swelled into a hot and humid summer. Some of older kids began saying their goodbyes as they prepared to go off to colleges all over the country, their pictures making their way onto the future hall of fame as they prepared to start lives of their own and that’s when he realized that this was what you did. You fixed people and let them go. He began to figure out eventually he’d have to leave too, it was how things worked here. You never said it, but you hoped Bucky would never leave. You loved having him around, the kids loved him, the animals were comfortable with him…You weren’t sure if you were able to pinpoint a moment when you knew you loved him, but it was there and you knew it. Star filled nights smelled like smoke and s’mores as he tended to the bonfires. Summer meant hard work for the kids on the farm but it also meant running in the sprinkler, playing with fireworks on the Fourth of July and day long water gun fights.

You were all soaked from head to toe a buckets of water placed all over the front yard of the farm house for easy refills for the super soakers. Bucky was always the best at the water gun fights, though that would probably be obvious. His long wet hair clung to his face and a smile grew ear to ear as he laughed getting hit with jets of water from everyone, firing back as he ran around the yard. It was a long search but time finally brought Steve Rogers to your farm. As he pulled up to the house he watched the scene, he didn’t know what to do, everyone looked so happy. He couldn’t believe the change in Bucky, he almost looked like his old self again…definitely wore that old smile he used to give all the girls. When Bucky spotted his old friend his gun lowered and his smile faded just a bit knowing now was the time he’d have to say his goodbyes, time for him to return to the real world.

“Hey Buck…” Steve almost felt guilty for wanting to take his friend away from all this.

“It’s time for me to go isn’t it?” Bucky asked squinting in the bright summer sun, water dripping from his everything.

“Only if you want to. I’m not going to make you do something you don’t want to do buddy.” Steve glanced from Bucky to you, all the boys had gathered around you, your arms stretched to gather them close under your protective hold to you as you watched the two super soldiers. Steve could see Bucky found himself a family here.

Bucky looked up to you and your lost boys. You didn’t want him to leave, you didn’t even want him to consider it. But how could you tell him what to do with his own life? He wasn’t one of your boys, you legally couldn’t keep him here if he didn’t want to stay. But you were so proud of all the progress he’s made in the past year. If he wanted to he was ready to rejoin the world “It’s up to you Bucky.” This wasn’t a choice you could make for him, no matter how much you wanted to.

Bucky nodded sullenly. If you asked him to stay he would, he wanted you to ask. He loved everything about this place, especially you. You showed him kindness while all the world hunted him, he could never see any reason for you to feel the same way about him. “I’ll go.” He muttered. The words tore at your heart causing more damage than any of his bullets could ever do to any living thing. But you had to be strong for your boys, and for Bucky. If this was what he wanted how could you stop him?

You took his picture to hang on your wall, this one would go right at the top, proudly displayed for all future lost boys to have something to look up to…An Avenger was one of them now. “You’ll always have a place here…Never forget that.” You assured him as you watched Bucky climb into the car. You held back your tears for the sake of the boys as you watched the car drive away. You felt like it was driving off with a piece of you.

~ ~ ~ ~

As time passed in the tower Bucky watched the streets below. The only sign of the passing season in the city was the little spot of color of Central Park in the distance of his room’s view. He began to wonder how the boys were doing? Were they harvesting the apples yet? I was willing to bet you were going to build a bonfire for the kids tonight. Most nights were filled with the thought of you, the way you smiled at him, the smell of your hair, and the sound of your voice…No matter how hard he tried he knew he’d never be able to forget you.

You had been waiting for a new lost boy to be delivered to the farm from New York City so it was really no big surprise to see a van rolling down the long driveway towards the house. You were unloading a pile of firewood when you noticed it at first it brought a smile to your face, you loved the first day for newcomers. But the smile soon faded when you realized there was no teen in the car, just a bunch of men. You dropped the firewood and darted inside for the younger children first.

The HYDRA agents tore through the house like a whirlwind. The wall of pictures confirmed to them that Bucky was either here or you knew where he was. One by one your boys were taken, then finally you. The world went dark as the bound and blindfolded you, throwing you in the back of the van with the rest. You screamed and begged for them to let the boys go, just take you. But the hearts of HYDRA were cold. They didn’t care who they hurt, so long as they got the fist of HYDRA back.

Georgie was so small though, and so good at hide and seek. It was no wonder they missed him. Once he was sure it was safe he came out of the crawlspace he always used to win his games and began running to the end of the property line. He knew it was miles to the property line and even further to the next house. But he was only 7, he knew he couldn’t save his rag tag family alone. It was dusk when he finally got to the next house, he knew the neighbor well, she was a teacher at the local school, he kept pounding on the door like his life depended on it until she finally answered. Finally after being unable to get a hold of you she agreed to believe his story and off they went to New York.

One long non-stop drive to NYC later:

“You thinking about the farm?” Steve asked as he stepped into Bucky’s room. He wasn’t sure what he expected of his friend but after seeing him on the farm he was sure this wasn’t it. Bucky looked back to Steve, tearing his eyes away from the only color in the ocean of gray of the city.

He nodded a bit. “Yeah…(Y/N) is probably building a bonfire to have s’mores with the boys once they get their chores done…or picking fruit.” He couldn’t help smiling as he thought about her. “Her apple pie was even better than your mom’s.” Steve couldn’t help looking impressed, his mom’s apple pie used to be the best he’d ever tasted.

“Why don’t you go visit them? I’m sure they miss you.” Steve suggested.

“Sargent Barnes, there is a young boy by the name of Georgie at the front doors asking for you. He is rather insistent.” FRIDAY interjected before Bucky could answer Steve.

“What?” Bucky’s eyes grew wide. “Is he alone?”

“He has a Miss Washbourne with him.” FRIDAY answered. “Shall I let them in?”

Bucky was worried now. Why was he here? Why didn’t you take him? Or maybe you just didn’t want to see him. Either way, he didn’t know this Miss Washbourne, had no reason to trust her. “Only let Georgie in. I’ll be right down.” He answered as his brows dug into eachother, his bionic arm grabbing for his coat. “Something doesn’t feel right about this.”

Once he exited the elevator Georgie ran right to him, wrapping his arms tightly around the one person he knew who could help. There were tears in his eyes as he gripped at Bucky’s cloths, rambling at speeds Bucky couldn’t quite comprehend. “Hey! Hey! It’s ok. You’re safe now. What happened?” Bucky asked in a calming tone of voice as he knelt down, stroking Georgie’s back as the little boy dug his head into Bucky’s chest. After a moment to collect himself he told Bucky what had happened.

A flash of the old Bucky could be seen in his eyes when he heard HYDRA had dared touch you and your boys. He knew he was going to make every last agent regret this. “FRIDAY. Tell Steve and Clint I need them. Now.” Georgie hadn’t seen this stern look in Bucky before, he was almost scarier than when they all first found him. “Don’t worry Georgie. You’re safe now.” He assured him while Clint and Steve came down to see what was going on. Bucky explained the situation, Clint needed to make sure Georgie was safe while the brothers in arms were out.

Bucky knew where most of the HYDRA bases were, though he thought they all were gone by now, lying dormant and unused since DC…apparently he was wrong. The closest was just outside the city. That seemed like the most logical place.

The boys tore through the base like a wildfire destroying everything in their path before Bucky’s eyes finally landed on a familiar face. Jimmy was strapped into a chair, one Bucky knew all too well. There was no way he’d be letting Jimmy suffer the same fate as his. “Hey buddy. Come on. Time to go.” Bucky encouraged as he helped the young boy out of the horrific device.

“Where are we going?” He asked, sounding a little out of it.

“Second star to the right and straight on till morning.” Bucky answered hoping to jog his memory and break any kind of work they had already done to him.

“Did you find anyone else yet?” Bucky shook his head a bit. “I think I know where they are.” Jimmy was by no means a fighter, he was more a farmer than even you were, he lead the way while Bucky and Steve provided cover. If Bucky was anything right now it was not merciful. Necks snapped, spines split and holes went in heads until finally there you were, chained to a wall, bloody and broken. Tools of your torture were strewn on a nearby table some still wet with your blood. Your eyes were near lifeless as they looked up to him, not sure if it was real or just your mind trying to help you cope with the pain…either way you were happy to see him. Not everything takes force. He plucked your hands free of your binds with the gentle ease of plucking the plums from the branches to hold you close to him, his left arm wrapping around you for support. There was no smell of shampoo in your hair, no hint of sun on your skin…only the smell of blood and the purple and blue of old and new bruises. Once everyone was out and safe Bucky went back to finish the job. They made him a weapon, they hurt his girl and put children in harm’s way…he left no survivors.

~ ~ ~ ~

He sat by your bed for days, barely sleeping, watching over you like you had done for him. He wasn’t a farmer, he didn’t belong in your world. But he wished he did, He wished he could take you back to the tower and keep you safe. But that wasn’t where you belonged. No matter how he looked at this he couldn’t see the two of you working but that didn’t stop his feelings from being there. And didn’t stop them from growing every time he looked at your perfect face. And then your eyes fluttered open and looked up to him. He had never seen such sadness in your eyes before and all he wanted to do was make it go away he didn’t care how.

“Bucky?” You muttered, your voice still scratchy from the days of endless screaming in pain. “Is this real?” You asked as you reached your hand up to touch his face, confirming he wasn’t just a dream…he was all you dreamed of anymore.

He nodded, smiling, just happy that you were alive. “Yeah Doll.” He answered as his right hand wrapped around yours. “This is real.” He could feel tears welling in him, he hated to see you like this. He couldn’t help feeling like it was his fault. Maybe if he hadn’t stayed so long? Or maybe if he didn’t fall for you? Or maybe he should have stayed to protect you? He wasn’t sure how, maybe a mixture of all of them at once. He just knew he should have done something different for your sake. “I’m so sorry.”

”Why are you sorry? You save me…you saved everyone.” You asked as a soft sad smile grew on your lips. You wished this was a dream, at least then he’d be the him that felt the same for you as you did for him.

“I shouldn’t have been there to begin with. It put you all at risk. I was selfish to think I could have someone like you in my life.” He answered softly, his hair falling into his face as he looked down shamefully.

“That’s why you left?” You asked as you struggled to sit up, feeling silly having this conversation on your back. There was a dull pain of a broken rib as you moved but you didn’t care.

“I left because you were perfect. And after all the things I’ve done…how could I ever deserve someone like you?” He answered remorsefully as he looked up to you.

You weren’t sure if you had enough blood in you to actually be blushing, but you felt like you were. A smile tugged at your lips as you held his hand a little tighter. “James Buchanan Barnes I love you, but you can be such an idiot. Did you really ever think that I cared about your past? If I did I would have never brought you home in the first place.” You half scolded half chuckled, though the pain in your chest from your injuries made either hard. “I am so proud of what you have become. How could I ask for any more?”

Bucky’s eyes shot up to yours hearing what you had to say. He couldn’t believe his ears. Even after all he had done, the countless lives he has taken you still saw the man under the weapon. He was at a loss for words. So instead he let go of your hand, wrapping it in your hair and as gently as if he were holding a newborn chick he pulled you up to him as he reached down to you, planting the kiss that he had been dreaming of for a long time on your perfect lips.

~ ~ ~ ~

Your weeks in the hospital healing were long, but the regular visits from your boys from the children’s ward and your sweet Bucky made them feel like they flew by. You knew Bucky’s place wasn’t on your farm, and yours could never be in the city. But as you healed the two of you found the perfect in-between. He promised he’d come visit as often as he could and you promised the same…Trips to the city after all could be good for the boys. And there you both found your bliss, your Neverland, somewhere between the heart of the city and the middle of nowhere you both knew you could make this work.