i think that was the end of the update

anonymous asked:

Sonja i was out the last 6 hours. I'm scrolling but I'm a little confused. Can I ask you to make a summary about what happened? Thank you. And if you can't don't worry. 😁

i missed pretty much everything that happened too lmao but if you scroll back a bit on my blog i think i’ve reblogged enough to update you in more detail! you can also check my brits 2017 tag

the tl;dr version is there were rumours about who would actually appear at the brits, and in the end it seemed like none of the boys were there BUT when 1d won for history simon was up onstage getting ready to give the speech and liam legit just appeared in a hoodie like he’d rolled up 10 to the venue minutes earlier and got up on stage and gave a speech that purely thanked the fans and made it super super clear 1d is coming back and then simon looked like he had no clue liam was going to be there and tried to highjack the end of liam’s speech but the houselights went down so it was just kind of awkward and made it even more clear liam and the boys are Done with simon’s bullshit and then all the boys tweeted (or video’d in louis’ case) their thanks to the fans.

also there seemed to be weird restrictions prior to the win about the boys even tweeting the fans about voting for it to the point that jeff azoff and i believe tommy bruce as well were tweeting with the #britvoteonedirection hashtag because it seemed like harry couldn’t.


Hello everyone! I don’t know how many times I can apologize for not being active, haha. I feel bad for not getting to all the messages I receive. However, I do read them all when I’m able to sign from time to time. I have a lot.. but then again a lot of them are from last year as well, but I’m gonna try to answer as many as I can little by little. The very very old ones will be removed to finally start cleaning out my inbox!

I’m so horrible at keeping up w/ things tho, I know. I always feel sad when I have to leave Rex alone for weeks on end. When will I find time for my ocs or art?? I don’t know. Sucks how little time we have. Hm, but for this blog.. it is mainly for Rex, but I’m also thinking of starting to just post other artwork I do on here as well so you guys can be updated on some of the stuff I do?? I don’t know if you guys will be into that, but it’s something I suppose?

The thing is that I tend to sketch a ton, but never post it because I’m the type that wants things finished or nicely drawn out.. but I believe sketches are just as nice right? As long as I’m posting art and not neglecting my poor man. Hm, let me know what you guys think and I’ll see what I can do. I’m trying to fix my daily scheduled so I can give myself some more free time.

short zine update!

hello guys! there´s a teenie thing about the zine printing..so yesterday I ordered them along with a test print first, but all of a sudden the printer tells me they don´t offer the gold foil effect for the cover anymore (apparently it´s an old option and they FORGOT to take it out wtf) so I´m doing my best to find another printer that offers that option! But if I ended up not finding a good one, I think I´ll go with my first printer anyways, just that the cover won´t have that nice gold font anymore..which is really disappointing…I hope that it wouldn´t bother you too much? oh man ;___;

The Books and the Show

Okay, I’ll probably get some hate for this but I really like the books and the show. What I think we have to remember is that the book was actually written a long time ago, the show is updating it, bringing in more acceptance and issues in today’s world. I like to treat the show as a separate entity, it is an adaptation, and it’s doing a good job of it.
Please remember that we know the end game ships, things are happening differently for a reason. If you don’t like it, you do have the choice to turn it off.
But, I would like to remind the fandom that we got a movie and a tv show, that’s more than some books will ever get, so please don’t be so ungrateful :(. Can’t we please all be happy and hope that same happiness for our favorite characters?


Hello! Sorry I’ve been inactive for the past week – I’ve been coming home tired and feeling sluggish and I don’t know why ;;v;; I think I should try getting some proper sleep this weekend (usually I only get 3-5 hours a night) ;;v;;

I’ve received recent asks about the Zen Feels Train – please know that it will be updated after the holidays ^o^ Thank you for your interest ♥ I’m also working on some holiday artworks that I hope to finish before the month ends :D ((It’s super fun I hope you guys will like it ^__^))

I’m sorry for letting the messages pile up – I’m trying my best replying privately to some and I’m compiling the others for posting • v •;;; Feel free to resend your ask && tell me if you want a reply right away! I really appreciate all your messages and I’d like to thank you all for taking the time to brighten up my day ♥ ♥ ♥ Please give me a bit more time! Thank you!

anonymous asked:

hi i love your writing so much and was wondering if you had any fic recs to hold me over until your next update 😭


I’m just gonna throw out whatever comes to mind ok and its probably mostly all smut cuz I’m a perv sorry (wow this ended up being way longer than i intended IM SORRY)

@jiminniemouse is the queen of threesomes so take a look into her profile but some of my favorites is:

Crave (Yoongi smut), Taste (Hobi smut), Making Him Jealous (ima call it a jikook threesome let me live), and her ongoing series Purple Jewels!


@jungblue ok anything from this girl is gold G O L D i love all of her fics but if I have to choose then

Future Hearts (Jimin/Jungkook love triangle), I Hate You I Love You (Jungkook smut/angst), and Control (Jimin smut omg i am still having chest pains thinking about this one)


@seokvie This girl has got a whole fucking load of fics it’s like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow smutland wonderland your vag will cry in joy and pain

Costume (Hobi smut MY ALL TIME FAVORITE FIC I L O V E IT), View From 4-B (Hobi smut), basically all her Hobi smuts, Show Off (Wonho smut), Paradise (JB smut), JUST BINGE READ ALL OF THEM (i am also excited to read her new fic with jimin and assplay and lets just say my ass is ready but I DONT HAVE A KINK FOR ASSPLAY OK LET ME LIVE)


@jungkxook yes yes yes everything all of it just do it

Pour Up (taekook threesome), Hiraeth (zombie apocolypse au)


@war-of-hormoan‘s For You (Tae angst) killed me about 40 times


@kimvtae‘s Fall For You (Jungkook smut) series and Couples Costumes (Hobi smut)


@minsvga‘s Philophobia (Jungkook/Jimin smut/angst) series, Taking Risks 101  (Jimin smut), Children of the Night (Jungkook/Tae smut) series


@yoonminnings‘s Lace Casualties (Jimin sugar daddy)


@trapmonster‘s He Didn’t (Yoongi smut/angst), Bite me (Jungkook smut), Silent Treatment (Jungkook), Nerd (Tae), Toxic (maknae line)


@btssmutgalore oh my god all of her fics ALL OF HER DAMN FICS LETS JUST SAY SHE SERIOUSLY OWES ME A NEW PELVIS OK FUCK but my favorites so far are

Nude (Tae), Lightweight (Jungkook), Business (A FUCKING TWO PART TAEKOOK THREESOME GOD), Lollipop (Jungkook), Forbidden (Hobi)


@ellieljade‘s Apologies (Tae smut/angst) is one of my favorites and honestly just read all of her masterlist as well i cry (out of everywhere)


@kookingtae‘s Experimental Error (Tae smut I fucking died), The Switch (OT7 Smut holy hell this was one of the first bts smuts ive read and wow now you see why I really love them), Falling Into You (Jungkook smut GOD I LOVED THIS SO HARD) + the rest of her masterlist


@floralseokjin oh my goodness ok i cant believe i havent discovered you sooner I fucking love your writing pls

Buzz trilogy (Yoongi smut & O       M       G), Playing with Fire (Jungkook smut) i havent read anything else yet BUT I JS SAW SHE POSTED A NEW FIC YOU KNOW WHAT IM READIN TONIGHT


@onlylovekpop basically all her Wonho smuts and drabbles killed me k i l l e d me but my fav is Bad Behavior


Other people you should def look into is @kittae (cat fics yes) @seoulscapes (an amazing demon wonho au) @helloblamebts @seokline @kstopping @imaginethisbts @kainks @jeonins @baeseoul (p r o t e  g e)

Im so sorry I’m still sick and I’m getting tired and lazy so I just had to bunch up the rest HAHAHA but I hope this helps anon! And you will def not be disappointed in any of these ok they are amazing and beautiful and amazing and everytime I read their stories literally

Skull-Kids! Comic Concept

Hello, here I am with a finished comic concept of how I want to present Skull-Kids! I started out with animated episodes, but since I wanted to update frequently, that would take way too long. However, I didn’t just want to make a comic, so I decided to figure out ways to use animation and panels together. This is what I ended up with.

Please, I would appreciate it if you left feedback of what you think of this comic format. Suggestions and comments are most welcomed.

Support my Patreon if you like my artwork and get a ton of exclusive content,   Patreon: [https://www.patreon.com/lunaartgallery]
Thank you~!




A rare afternoon update. I know it’s short but man this lil arc is not being kind to me. I have a family party and idk if i’m gonna be alive by the time I come back so I wanna at least get something in today

This chapter is ending soon so… Imma have to think of a title for the new chapter that isn’t spoilery. 

oh oh yeah, I’m gonna update the archive post with a summary so yeah… should’ve done that a while ago but whatever

Part 84

Start from Beginning


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McCree says it, but I’ll say it again too.. Hello everyone!

I wanted to announce you through this quick sketch that the next update on the comic will be most probably during the upcoming weekend. I have lots to finish this week and I don’t think I’ll be able to update it any sooner, thing for which I am sorry.. T.T 

Speaking of the McHanzo comic.. It’s close to the end! End of this part/chapter at least! I am planning on doing more, but first I must finish the one I started AND also post the short fan fiction I wrote, that stands at the base of the comic. 

Thank you all for the support and sorry to let you wait more for the next update! *hugs* Also thanks for all the McHanzo fanfiction suggestions! 

Original post | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 (coming soon)

What Happens In Vegas: Part 13

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

Master List

A/N: Okay everyone, here is part 13. I told you’d I’d be updating more now! This one is a doozy, so hold onto your hats. Lots of explanations (although not FULL explanations) going on here. Please let me know what you think. I love hearing from you! ♥

Word Count: 1,641

- language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

There was silence in your apartment, as you processed Steve’s words, the slam of the door still echoing in your brain. Even if everything he said was true, why the hell would he spew it out with so much hate, knowing that it would hurt you? You don’t hurt the one’s you truly love; at least, not intentionally.

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And I’ve called Otabek “Yurio’s first friend,” so what is Yūri to Yurio? Some of you might be thinking: “Is he no longer a friend, then, in some way or other?” Well, please keep watching the show until the very end.
Show Me Love 7

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Plot: Somehow you didn’t picture having to face Dr. Barnes would end up quite like this.

Warnings: StudentXProfessor relationship (No minors involved, Reader is a Grad student and completely legal at the age of 25), Language (you all know me by now, I mean c’mon), Shit SMUT, public shenanigans, Authority kink I guess?, spanking

A/N: TWO UPDATES IN TWO DAYS??? And this one’s shitty smutty!  And long!

I’ll be the first to admit that this is shit, and I’m nooooooot too sure if I’m happy with this one or not, but please let me know what you think.

Missed something?  Find the beginning HERE

⬅️⬅️PART 6 ||| PART 8➡️➡️

Originally posted by sensualkisses

You weren’t sure if you’d ever get to sleep.

Saturday had gone by without incident, but it may have also been because you didn’t let yourself leave the apartment.  But now it was Sunday evening, and there you were.  

Wide Awake.


You glance at the tied up plastic grocery bag that you had folded Bucky’s clothes in.  How were you going to approach that?  “Hey, here’s the clothes I stole from you when I snuck out of your apartment after the best sex of my life.  Hope we can let things get back to normal, yeah?”

Yeah, you’re an idiot.

God!  How could you have just ran out of there?  The thought of Bucky’s face falling when he opened his eyes to find you gone kept replaying in your head all weekend.  Or perhaps he had reached out, fingers finding empty sheets instead of the curves he sought out.  What the hell is he gonna say when you get there?  Will he even be able to look you in the eye?  Will he pretend that you aren’t there?  Or will he look at you, really look at you.  Ask you why you left?

God, you hoped not.

Because then you would have to face it.

“Y/N, no,”  Nat says, standing in your doorway with arms crossed.  You simply cock an eyebrow at her.  “You are not wearing that.  He’ll know you’re sulking.  You can’t let him know.”

“But I don’t want to rub it in!”  You whined, glancing down at the sweats and hoodie you were wearing.  “I can’t get all dressed up and act like the last time he saw me wasn’t when I was butt-ass-naked in his bed!”

“Well, you can’t look like a hobo and do that either.  Happy medium, Y/N.  Happy medium.”  With that, she tosses you a pair of jeans and a casual, yet form fitting, v-neck.  “Wear the hoodie if you must, but put those goods on display.  You can still salvage this.”

“How?”  She simply shrugged as she turned to leave you to change.

“What man doesn’t love a chase?”

The classroom door had never looked so intimidating before.  You knew he wouldn’t be inside yet, he was always right on time, yet you still couldn’t bring yourself to push inside.  

Natasha stood beside you, an almost unreadable look on her face.

“Hey,”  she nudged your side with a small smile.  “everything’s going to be alright.”

You smiled at her reassurance, but you weren’t so sure.

Numb legs stepped inside, finding their way to your desk where you sat and set down the two bag next to your feet.  Your book bag, and the bag that contained the clothes that smelled entirely too much like him.

Every time the door opens, you jump a little bit, only to relax when it isn’t him.

When it is him, however, your heart all but stops.

He’s back to his usual dress, button up shirt that pushed up to his elbows and slacks that hug him in all the right places.

Beside you, Natasha clicks her tongue disapprovingly.

“You’re insane.  How the hell could you have left that man in bed alone?”  The glare you cast in her direction effectively shut her up.

Bucky hasn’t looked up yet.  Instead, he simply walks to his desk, turns his back to the class and writes two words on the chalkboard.

As he finishes the first, the entire class groans.

In big, white letters are the words ‘pop quiz’.

And Bucky is uncharacteristically quiet.

“This is all your fault,”  Natasha states simply, voice calm even though she’s lobbing all of the responsibility at you.  “You could’ve stayed, and then instead of a pop quiz he’d probably give us all A’s for the fuck of it.”

But you don’t really hear anything she says, because as Dr. Barnes turns around, yours are the first eyes he meets.

Those blue eyes swirl as they find yours and immediately you find yourself having to squeeze your legs together.  His effect is instantaneous, and immediately you know you won’t be able to concentrate.

“This quiz covers everything we’ve talked about so far, so if you’ve paid attention, you’ll be fine.”  His accusing eyes meet yours. “Once you’re finished, you can just leave.

Somehow you knew that wasn’t about the quiz…

It feels like an eternity while you stare down at your quiz.

You finished ages ago, but you wanted to talk to him and there couldn’t be any witnesses for that.  Natasha seems to have caught onto your plan and stays right next to you as student after student finishes, and leaves.

Finally, you are the only three left in the room.

The two of you make your way down to his desk where you turn in your papers, then with a wink, Natasha turns and makes her way to the door.

Which she shuts behind her.

Both of your eyes follow the movement, the click of the lock that seeming to suck all of the air out of the room.

Then you’re alone.

The silence that ensues as the two of you just stare at each other is deafening.  Until Bucky apparently decides he can’t take it anymore.

Clearing his throat, he nods at the plastic grocery bag in your hand.

“What’ve you got there?”  At the reminder, you shuffle awkwardly.

“Oh, I…I kind of borrowed this, uh, the other morning.  I couldn’t figure the dress out by myself.”  You admit, realizing how stupid it sounded out loud.  By the way Bucky’s eyebrows twitch up and a small smirk breaks across his face, you know he does too.

“I would’ve helped.  Y’know, if you had stuck around or even just woken me up.”

“Yeah…about that…”

“Yes?”  He prompts when your voice seems to die in your throat.  “If you didn’t enjoy it, you can always just tell me.”

“God, no.  I enjoyed myself.  Multiple times.  Christ is that even a question?”  You rambled, trailing off at the way Bucky bit his lower lip bashfully.  

“Then what was it?”

“I…I panicked.  It just hit me that I fucked my teacher and I just had to get out of there. I’m sorry, I really should’ve said goodbye.”  He chuckles at that, dark eyes tracing the way your dark v-neck offers up just enough skin.

“Goodbye?  You’re so sure I would’ve let you leave without a proper send-off?”

“Dr. Barnes, please -”  A finger to your lips successfully shuts you up.

“Now, Y/N…didn’t we establish that the name’s Bucky?”  He teases, eyes flicking down to your lip and he leans toward you.  You suck in a breath in anticipation, only he doesn’t meet your lips.  No, instead his lips latch onto your throat.  “You didn’t seem to have a problem remembering it when you were writhing in my bed.”

A moan forces its way through your lips and your knees would’ve buckled had it not been for Bucky’s large hands finding your ass and holding you up.

“B-Bucky,”  You stammer, gasping when he squeezes your sensitive flesh through your jeans.  “This is wrong.”

“Didn’t seem to stop you the other night.”  He pointed out.  “In fact, if I remember correctly, it was you that seduced me.”

“I wasn’t thinking clearly…we can’t do this.”  You feel your mouth form the words, but your fingers lace in his long chestnut hair directing him to where you want his licks and nips.  “You’re my professor for god’s sake.  We can not do - this!”  The last half of your sentence comes out as a squeak when his perfect, white teeth catch your collar bone.

“So you don’t want this?”  He purrs, pulling you closer.  Your hips betray you, rocking forward against him.  “Then tell me to stop.”

The way he speaks feels like a command and a challenge all at once.  Those eyes bore into you and you know that if you tell him to, he’ll stop in a heart beat.  But…do you really want him to?

“C’mon, doll.  Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”  He whispers in your eat, teeth nipping your lobe a bit.  “But that door’s locked, and I don’t know about you, but I’m dying to see what you look like bent over my desk.”

Resistance snapping, your hands find his face and pull him in for a fiery kiss.  The groan that tumbles from his mouth into yours only spurs you on further.  The sound of the chair screeching away from the desk vaguely reaches your ears moments before you’re set down on the desk.

Lips and teeth collide and clack as the room warms up and your head is absolutely spinning.  You’re hyper-aware of the fact that this is a classroom, that you’re going to see this desk every other day and try not to blush but you’ll be damned if you let this stop.

Deft hands pop the button of your jeans open and warm fingers tickle at your stomach before sliding your zipper down.  You rock back against the desk, pulling away from the kiss as he slides your jeans down your legs.

“We’ve got to be quick, doll.”  He chuckles, unfastening and lowering his own pants himself.  “There’s another class in here in 30.”

But you don’t hear him.  Of course you don’t, how can you when that massive thing is staring you in the face.

“J-Jesus!”  He moans out as you lick at the sensitive head.  “Didn’t I just say we have to be quick?”  The innocent look you give him is pointless with his cock in your mouth.

“But, Dr. Barnes,” you whine, noting the way his look darkens at that. “I want to taste you.”  His eyes flutter as you take him into your mouth again, taking him in with ease.

“D-don’t call me that.”  But he doesn’t mean it.  So you push.

“Or what, Dr. Barnes?”

The answer to your question comes in the form of you being pulled to your feet and bent over at the waist.

“You’re pushing your luck, babygirl.”  A calloused hand caresses at your exposed ass, a warning for what’s to come if you keep pushing his buttons.  “It’s almost like you want to get punished.”  A wicked thought forms in your mind and you can’t help but grin.

“So why don’t you teach me a lesson,” you push yourself back into him, into his hands and look him straight in the eye.  “Professor.”

You cry out as the smack echoes through the hall, but don’t back down.

“Oh, Dr.”  Bucky’s jaw clenches at the sound of you moaning his title and he feels so dirty but so fucking good.  “I need you.”

“You sure?”  He asks, hand meeting your tender skin again.  You feel his cock twitch against your thigh when you moan loudly at the feeling.  “You sure you want this?  It’s wrong, after all.”

“God, yes I want it!  I want you.  Please, Dr. Barnes!”  With a final blow, you’re spun over onto your back.  Lust filled eyes meet yours and you feel a thrill run up and down your spine.  His shirt is askew, a few buttons popped open and hair all ruffled.  You’ve barely touched each other and he looks ruined.  Running your hands down the shirt and popping every button you pass open, you grab him by the collar and pull him to your lips.  “Please fuck me.”

Bucky’s growl sends a chill down your spine and his hand lands beside your head, holding himself up as the other lines himself up at your entrance.

Your head flies back soundlessly as he groans into your neck, his thick shaft filling you in the best possible way.  His left hand finds your hip, holding onto you as he rolls his hips experimentally.

The mewl you let loose gives him the go ahead along with the way you drag your fingers down his torso, and he starts a slow and agonizing pace.

“Bucky, God, go faster.” You beg, wrapping your leg around him and dragging your nails over his scalp.  He groans back, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling.  Licking your lips, your tug your fingers through his hair again, thrilling when he shivers against you.  “Bucky, baby…c’mon.”

“Dr. Barnes.”  He bites back, lips find the sweet spot on your neck as he rolls into you again, his thumb finding your clit as he moves.

“Oh, fuck, right there.”  You roll your hips against his, feeling the warmth inside you start to coil.  “Oh, god Dr. Barnes right there.”

Beside your head, his fist balls up as he continues his assault on your bundle of nerves, thrusts speeding up as you goad him on with your nails.  Your moans grow higher and higher until he’s forced to silence you with his own lips.

“Cum for me, baby girl.”

That whisper is all you need to fall over the edge, inner walls clutching at the man who’s making you feel so god damn good.  He rides you through your orgasm, thrusts becoming more sloppy as you pull him over the edge with you.  If you hadn’t just cum, the sound he made alone would’ve made you explode.

Digging the boxers you borrowed out of the bag, he cleans you up.  He gifts you with a sheepish smile and you’re left wondering how a man who just talked you out of your pants was so shy now.

It’s quiet as you right yourselves and he rights the desk.  Glancing over at him, you find yourself unable to read him and grab your bag to leave.  Perhaps that was it?  That was all he needed, a final romp to prove that you didn’t leave because you weren’t satisfied.  But then he’s grabbing your wrist and looking at you and you’re frozen.

A tender kiss is placed on your lips, one that sends your heart racing in a whole different way.  When you part, goofy grins are plastered on both of your faces.

“So, I know this is really out of order and all, but…would you like to join me for coffee?”

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The Fairest Possible Review I can Give the Fox Rocky Horror Remake

So I’m gonna start by saying I don’t resent Fox’s Rocky Horror for existing, as a lot of people criticizing it seem to. I didn’t go in expecting something that would stand toe-to-toe with the original, because I don’t think that’s possible in a modern context. I went in thinking of it like a tribute more than an attempt to capture that lightning in a bottle again.

Anyway this whole thing ended up being forever long, so it’s gonna live under a cut.

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All Too Well | Pt. 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,848


Min Yoongi knew he was royally fucked as soon as he stepped through the doorframe into the dance studio—a time that seems so long ago, while in reality it’s barely been more than a week since the unthinkable happened.

The unthinkable, taking the form of hair he’s run his fingers through, a jacket he’s peeled off, skin he’s nipped at, shoes that led to daily departures, eyes that filled with tears, a heart that he’s broken, words that crushed his own.

It had been 2 years since he had last seen you or heard from you, and yet he responded so intensely to the mere sight of your backside that some people would have thought it had only been 2 weeks since you last saw each other. Or maybe even 2 hours, especially taking into consideration the way his heart lurched, the memories bubbling up so quickly across his consciousness as if they never truly had time to settle below the surface.

Just like the very first time he ever saw you during his street performances, the first time he talked to you to ask you out for coffee, the first date, the first kiss, the first time—they’ve all been moments in his life that made him feel like his heart had been set aflame, knocked him off his guard. Yet, they’ve all been moments in his life that consistently remained special and important to him, times that contradicted his initial belief that his existence would never matter to anyone. It was the first time someone had ever looked at him as if he had created the world and all its beauty within the confines of his own two hands. You made the time he wasn’t an idol, the time he spent longing and daydreaming and yearning for a better future, significant. You made his life mean something.

Until he abandoned you, so desperate to create a name for himself that he thought that belief would be enough to drive you out of his mind and therefore out of his life.

Yoongi has always loved you just as much as he loved his career—if not more.

And now you were back in his life, your physical presence haunting him even as you stood mere inches away from him, telling Bang Si-Hyuk that he didn’t need to worry about any sort of implication or possibility happening between the two of you, that the two of you were no longer under an qualms of being serious, that you had made the best of the life he left you behind with.

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Shots Out the Grammy

Prompt: In which Mr. Daveed Diggs takes you home after endless amounts of “shots out the grammy”.

(Yikes, was that cheesy?)

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Y/N: My longest fic yet. I gotta be honest, I didn’t know how to end this, and you can kinda tell the story got away from me about halfway through writing it. It’s not my best work, but I hope y’all still liked it! Let me know what ya think and keep those likes coming! “A Day Off” will be updated next!


You were in trouble.

You felt hot, and the room wouldn’t stop spinning.

You hear choruses of “Shots out the Grammy!” and you groan. That very phrase was the reason why you couldn’t raise your head from the cool surface of the bar.

Hamilton won a freaking Grammy.

The months of non-stop practicing and late night vocal sessions finally paid off. Hamilton was getting the recognition it deserved and you were proud to be part of the ensemble. The cast and crew dedicated tonight to celebrate since there were no shows the following day.

“No babe! No more drinking!”

From the corner of your eyes, you see Anthony wrestle a cocktail out of Jasmine’s hands. She lets out a noise of protest and flings herself against him to take back the glass.

“Give it back!” she yells, her voice slurred.

Anthony laughs and places the drink next to you. “I think you’re done for the night Jazz.” He grabs her arm and leads her to a seat beside you.

“Y/N?” Jasmine coos, “Hellooo, are you alive?” she pokes you on the shoulder.

“I don’t feel good.” you mumble.

“Damn it,” you hear Anthony curse.

“Both of you. Stay. Here.” He orders before dashing off.

Jasmine, upon realizing that Anthony has left her cocktail unprotected, plucks the drink from the counter and takes a large sip. “Want some?” she asks, completely oblivious to your state.

You merely groan in response.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

Oh great.

Daveed Diggs.

You’ve harbored a huge a crush on the talented rapper the minute you saw him. You were always too shy to approach him, but ever since you both discovered that you lived in the same apartment building, the two of you began to carpool together to work. Your friendship blossomed from the conversations you would have with him while he maneuvered through New York City traffic. The next thing you knew, he would come over after the show and the two of you would bake cupcakes or play board games while discussing the night’s performance. It was no surprise that your feelings towards him grew stronger the more comfortable you got with him.

You somehow always found yourself thinking about him. You knew you were in deep when you found yourself thinking how nice it would be if Daveed was with you while you were trying out an ice cream shop that opened near the theater. He would like the strawberry sorbet.

But there was no way in hell you’d do anything about it. Not when he was way out of your league. And definitely not when he was one of your best friends and coworkers. You didn’t want to risk ruining everything.

“Y/N?” Daveed’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “Time to go home?” he asks, moving his hand to the middle of your back.

“Yes please,” you mutter against the counter.

Jasmine giggles and leans forward to whisper something in your ear. But before she could, a hand covers her mouth.

“Jazz, please,” Anthony begs, exasperated, but had a smirk plastered on his face. “Let them be.”

Before she could protest, he grabs her hand and leads her away from the two of you.

You sit up and watch as she turns back and yells, “Be safe you two!”

“That… was weird.” You mumble before turning to Daveed, who looked embarrassed.

“Yeah, definitely.” He answers after a pregnant pause.

You didn’t get to question his behavior because a wave of nausea washes over you. You groan and rest your chin against your hand. “I blame this on you,” you say.

Daveed cocks his eyebrow. “Excuse me?” he rebuffs, then signals the bartender for a bottle of water.

“Shots out the Grammy!” you sang, pretending to hand him a Grammy full of lord-knows-what.

He throws his head back and laughs. “Not my fault you can’t hold your liquor,” he teases, poking you on your side. “Now drink up, or you’ll hate yourself in the morning.”

He pushes the bottle of water towards you.

You chug the water down, praying that it was enough to make your hangover tomorrow more tolerable. Then you sigh and stand, closing your eyes momentarily as you felt the ground tilt. “Oh god,” you murmur.

Daveed shakes his head. He reaches out and grabs your hand. “Let’s go.”

He intertwines your fingers with his, and you felt your breath hitch. You stare at your joined hands as he leads you out of the party. Every once and while the two of you were stopped by people, and you could’ve sworn they were all giving you odd looks. But you brush it off and follow Daveed outside.

He lets go of your hand and fishes his phone out from his pocket. You stay silent, watching as he tapped on the screen. After a few minutes, he places the phone back in his pocket.

“The Uber should be here soon,” he says, turning towards you. “How are you feeling?”

“Cold,” you say as a gust of the cool wind makes you shiver.

“Come here,” he murmurs, opening his arms wide.

You step into his embrace. You squeeze him tight, and his arms come down around you like a blanket. You smile against his chest, enjoying the embrace.

“What would you do without me?” he quips.

You look up at him and stick your tongue out. “I was going to say thank you, but now I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Even tipsy, I see that you’re still as annoying as ever.” Daveed coos, cupping your face.

You scrunch your nose in response.

He chuckles and then without warning, places a soft kiss on your lips.

You gasp, and his eyes widen once he realized what he’s done.

He immediately lets go of you and steps back. “I-I’m so sorry. That was uncalled for,” he stutters.

“Daveed -” before you can say anything else, a honk signals the arrival of your Uber.

“Come on,” he says, not making any eye contact with you.  

You follow him, heart and mind racing. What just happened?

He opens the door for you, and you climb in. However, instead of joining you, he sits in the front seat.

You instantly become confused. He kisses you and then turns around and ignores you? Is that how it’s going to be?

The ride back to the apartment was silent, and you spend the whole time fuming. Did he regret it? Did he realize that he could do much better than a silly girl like you?

The minute the Uber pulls up to the building, you bolt out of the car.


You ignore Daveed and punch in the code for the apartment complex. The door unlocks and you make a bee-line to the elevators.

“Come on, come on,” you urged, watching as the elevator numbers descended. You rush in once the doors open, pushing the number for your floor.

“I said I was sorry!” Daveed’s fingers catch the elevator door before they close.  

“Daveed,” you warn, furiously mashing the ‘close doors’ button.

“I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if you think that I was taking advantage of you,” he whispers.

You freeze. “What?”

Daveed sighs. “I don’t want you to think I kissed you because I wanted to take advantage of you,” he repeats.

You heart skips a beat. “Then what do you want me to think?”

He pauses. “That I kissed you because I like you,” he says slowly.

Your heart soars.

“You idiot,” you mumble. You grab his tie and pull him in, ignoring his surprised yelp. You wrap your arms around him and pull him down for a kiss.

Shocked, he doesn’t respond instantly. He recovers, and then his arms snake around your waist and draws you in close. His teeth nip against your bottom lip and he pulls back. He looks down at you, as if committing the very sight of you in his arms to memory, and then gives you another quick kiss.

“I like you too,” you finally say, giving him a squeeze.

The elevator dings, signaling the arrival to your floor. You step away from him and take his hand. “I think we have a lot to talk about,” you whisper, tugging him towards your apartment.

Daveed nods. “I think so too.”

He pauses, then pulls out his phone from his pocket after feeling it vibrate. He lets out a sheepish laugh and shows you his messages.

One from Jasmine.


And another from Anthony.

I’m sorry.


(About time for a new post with updated examples)

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“It didn’t the last time ...”

MYCROFT: “Sherlock gone rogue is a legitimate security concern. That fact that I’m his brother changes absolutely nothing. It didn’t the last time and I assure you it won’t with … with Sherlock.”
JOHN: “Sorry, what?”
MYCROFT: “Please phone me if he gets in contact. Thank you.”
LADY SMALLWOOD: “Do you still speak to Sherrinford?”
MYCROFT: “I get regular updates.”
MYCROFT: “Sherrinford is secure.”

So I’ve been thinking about how weird this scene is in how it makes it seem like the Holmes siblings legitimately have a long lost brother/sister. Especially the first line. The whole thing is incredibly far-fetched.

But then I considered the way Mycroft phrases the sentence and how he hesitates. Only the end of the sentence is incriminating. “I assure you it won’t with …” With who?

And if we change just the last word it becomes:

“Sherlock gone rogue is a legitimate security concern. That fact that I’m his brother changes absolutely nothing. It didn’t the last time and I assure you it won’t with you.”

”The Last Time”:
Sherlock’s first overdose after losing a loved one/romantic partner (as foreshadowed by Mycroft/John/Mrs Hudson preparing for a ‘danger night’ after he believes Irene has passed). Possibly related to a MI6 mission gone wrong. Possibly involving Victor Trevor as a colleague. Sherlock feels responsible for the death/loss.

This Time:
Sherlock’s second relapse. Linked to losing John. First occurs after John marries Mary, then he OD’s after he believes he’s sentenced to death and never seeing John again, and then turns to drugs a third time after Mary’s death. Sherlock feels responsible for the death/loss.

Mycroft can’t let John know the truth about Sherlock’s past, probably because not even Sherlock knows the truth.

It’s also possible that he can’t bring up Sherlock’s past for Moriarty-related reasons. So he quickly changes the end of the sentence. It’s the best he can do. John then latches onto “the fact that I’m his brother changes nothing” in combination with the “with Sherlock” and jumps to a massive conclusion.

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