i tried so hard to color this but nothing worked d:

AU where the Justice League forms like usual, except Batman maintained his “totally a myth” status and has in fact been active for years before the JL forms. He’s very cautious about trusting them, but still joins, and the others sort of accepts that as long as they trust that Batman has a really hard time with trust, it will all work out in its own weird way

Then, one day, in the middle of a JL mission, the League gets in a tight spot. Out of nowhere, this blue and black blur swoops in and saves everyone’s ass. Maybe breaking some shackles that were proving very difficult, maybe disarm a bomb that the League was just a hair’s breadth too slow to reach without help, but whatever happens, the shadowy figure pauses just long enough to say, “Hey, Batman, you know you there are these things called cellphones now and you can just call sometimes, it doesn’t have to be this dramatic?” and bounds away after shouting ‘let’s do brunch! Bring your new friends!’

Batman is mortified.

No one lets it go.

The entire rest of the mission, the whole League is asking so many questions. Who was that? Do you know him? How do you know him? What’s going on? I didn’t know there was a vigilante in this area?? They don’t let up until he talks.

“That was Nightwing.” Batman is mumbling. The JL forces him to bring them to the Brunch. Brunch happens to be in a run-down apartment on the edge of a bad neighborhood, at five in the morning, in costume. Nightwing introduces himself as Batman’s lovechild with justice.

“I did not realize Batman had a child,” Martian Manhunter says, calmly enough that no one’s sure if he’s accidentally plucking a really loud thought out of the air or if he’s trying to make a joke.

Nightwing stares for a moment falling over laughing. He doesn’t get up. Batman starts trying to apply anti-Joker venom but Nightwing just kicks him and laughs until he cries. He keeps trying to wipe his eyes and his mask keeps getting in the way, so he asks everyone to leave so he can please get a hold of himself

He is still laughing when they leave. Everyone is confused. Batman is furious.  Nightwing manages to breathe long enough to say, “We’re just so glad you’re socializing now, Batman.”

Superman turns to look at Batman very slowly. “…’we’?”

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anonymous asked:

Hey! I have a kind of random question: what korean beauty products do u use?? I am really curious bc I need recommendations? Sorry; it's a weird question.

It’s a great question, don’t worry! I can understand that, I love finding something new (and if that something new fits me perfectly then I’m super happy so!)

Sweats, I have a lot of stuff though so it might be a bit long-ish…

I’ll just start with skincare because it’s always what I’m looking for first:

The Face Shop Rice water bright rich cleansing oil (from normal to dry skin). The first cleansing oil I actually tried. It’s a pleasure using it, the smell is amazing, I will definitely buy it again. Removes make-up well for me, but I’ve read people saying it has a bit of a trouble re-moving very strong make-up, but since I don’t use it I’ll give it an A+.

• I have a few foams; one from The Face Shop as well - Rice water bright cleansing foam. Smells amazing as well, I nearly finished it. I have one stored I want to try, so not yet sure if I buy it again, but I love this one too. Also I have one from Skinfood Egg white pore foam - I think I’ll buy this one. These two might be a bit drying to your skin if using without a uh..bubble maker? Not sure how that thing called in english. It dried me out, I made that thing that helps making richer foam, now I don’t have any dryness so! Skinfood will probably be great for oilier skin.

• Theeen I have The Secret key’s Milk brightening toner. Still not sure about it, I broke out a lot when I was using it, but I am not sure if it was from it or from..period, I’m sorry, Still haven’t retried it, so don’t have an opinion except that I think the smell is pretty good.

• UUH i bought a lot of creams in the search for the perfect one. I have Tony Moly Pure eco snail moisture gel (smells fantastic, used it for the face a lot, didn’t break out, nothing really changed nor for the worst nor for the better, now use it mostly on my hands); I also recently bought Mizon’s All in one Snail repair cream (because I REALLY REALLY want a few marks to fade); comparing to Tony Moly’s it does make skin very soft to the touch. But I’ve been using it for like, six days, so other than that I can’t say how effective it’s going to be. Doesn’t quite smell, pleasant to use. Depending on how it goes next, I think I’ll re-buy it. I also use Aloe Soothing Gel by Nature Republic. used it all the time before i bought Mizon’s, never broke out. for now uh.. I kind of use it after shaving. HUGE container. I wonder if I will be able to finish it before it expires. Next (GOd, there are so many) Skinfood Fresh Apple sparkling water cream. Use it before make-up. It’s supposed to keep your skin matte, I love the smell of it, nice to use. My skin is pretty normal, so I don’t know how much it actually does what it’s supposed to. I’ll try it in summer and find out:”D

• nooow MASKS. oh, my love. sweet, sweet masks. I think my AAABsolute favourite is Skinfood’s Black sugar wash off mask. A present from my friend. Basically a scrub that you let to stay on your skin after you scrubbed. Smells amazing, leaves skin suuuper soft afterwards, will definitely 100% buy it again. Theeen I have Volcanic ash pore pack by secret nature. After using it the skin seems a bit brighter, a bit softer. Nothing too outstanding, but it’s fairly pleasant overall. I wanted to try Holika Holika’s Soda Pore Cleansing Bubble mask BECAUSE O MY GOD. BUBBLES. ON. MY FACE. BUBBLES. I swear I’m a child. I WAS REALLY CURIOUS OKAY. Pretty much the same effect as with Volcanic ash pore. Probably one time fun for me. (I mean. one bottle time, ahah). Theeen I wanted to try Elizavecca’s Hell Pore Clay mask, I think it was the first mask I bought. Wasn’t painful for me, skin is pretty soft afterwards, but I don’t think it does much for my skin? Probably because I don’t quite have that much to push out. It doesn’t quite catch it. Can remove dead skincells though, I’m sure. God. IS this all? No. I recently bought Holika Holika Honey Sleeping pack (I have canola); I’m still not sure, I had quite a big zit when I went to bed with it, in the morning it was, like, much paler and didn’t feel on my skin. Was it the mask’s doing? was the zit supposed to fade away? Not yet sure, since I bought it very recently with mizon. For masks I think that’s all. Kinda sticky because of the honey, but smells nice.

• I have one emulsion by The Saem Urban Eco Harakeke. Moisturising, smells good, make-up goes smoothly on it.

• the last for skincare: Ciracle pore control blackhead off sheet. I only used it twice, and it’s quite tricky and I guess takes some used to. basically does the job of steaming the face without steam and probably works a bit better. Pushes out everything from your nose, you just have to remove it. Didn’t push out as much as I’ve seen on pictures and in reviews for me, but it does it’s job. Nose is as smooth as a jellyfish. SO SMOOTH afterwards.

FINALLY I THINK WE ARE DONE WITH SKINCARE. OH DEAR GOD, not a million of products have passed.

Nooooow up to Make-uuuup~~ 

• BB CREAMS. I swear on those. I. am. a nerd. Before I tried any bb or cc creams that are sold in our stores they never fit me ever. They always felt so greasy and dark for me. I don’t know, I had the curse of bb creams and now i think it’s finally gone. The first korean one I tried was Aritaum Full Cover. The coverage IS nice, can be a bit shiny in a certain lighting, and feels pretty heavy on the skin. I think my problem with it was mostly my dislike for powders, so it felt sticky, but I think with people who DO use powders it’s going to work better. After that I tried Holika Holika Petit BB (Moisturizing). MY LOVE STARTED. I love how it feels, in certain lighting it makes the skin seem absolutely perfect, pleasant on daylight, doesn’t fell like a mask on a skin. Has universal tone. The Last one is CC, actually, but not less amazing. I’ve been using mostly it recently, CC Color change blemish balm. This one is MAAGIC because it’s like greenish-white, and then you put it on the face, and it turns into your face and it’s MAGIC i swear I love how it feels(doesn’t) on the skin, the coverage is decent for me, Baaaarely noticeable on the skin. I’ll definitely buy holika holika and this one again.

• as for concealers I have Aritaum Full cover liquid concealer for undereye (the tube is huge for concealer, I’m not sure if I will ever finish it since it takes such a minimum for me); and Facetone Creamy Tip concealer for any spots. Good coverage, most likely I’ll buy it as well.

• I have Sweet Cotton pore cover base by Holika Holika, still not sure about it, doesn’t quite hide pores much, at least for me, but the make up does seem to stay longer with it. I’ve read the reviews for people to whom it really worked in regard of hiding pores, so! Might just be me, striving for absolute perfection.

• I have A’pieu Cheek Chok blush. Overall nice, but I think it’s a bit too pigmented for me and it seems to be a bit hard to blend. Creamy texture, but not quite as creamy as I wanted.

• last but not least… tints. Fresh cherry tint, pleasant texture, but I think I picked a bit of a wrong shade for me, though if I use it with The Saem’s Saemmul Real Tint (it’s orangish) it gives a fantastic effect. I also have the latter in dark purple. Love those tints, stay forever (especially the dark one - which is also quite hard to wash off) surprise, tint leaves a tint! :”D Love these, gotta buy again most likely. If I ever finish those, ahah.

I’ve been writing this message for so long. I’m sorry it’s huge. I’m sorry I’m a nerd when it comes to makeup and skincare. Goodbye, money, GOODBUY. ;)

“Don’t Look”

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 1555

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Bucky shows you how much he appreciates all your help.

A/N: This is a friend to lover sort of drabble. Congrats @marvelous-fvckson the 3K!! Your fics make me happy :) Let me know if you want to be tagged HERE or HERE

Originally posted by buckingoffthebed

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Day 2 - Purring

Something was rumbling in her ear. 

Marinette woke slowly, the soft rumble reeling her out of a pleasant dream and the unmistakable vibration of her pillow steadily grounding her in reality. But even when she blinked open her eyes it still took a moment to place the sound. At first she thought it was her phone. 

But then she remembered what had been happening before she fell asleep.

Root beer floats on the balcony. Video games until well past two in the morning. Giggling at a comic book on her bed until no, that was definitely the last thing she remembered. As if in response to this, she became aware of a glossy page plastered to her cheek. Sitting up, she peeled the comic book off and tossed it aside, afraid to look behind her at the other side of her bed. Because if he’d simply left, then what was that suspiciously purr-like sound? Man, they’d fallen asleep on accident again, hadn’t they?

In the darkness Marinette peeked over her shoulder at him, then immediately sqeaked in terror when she saw his bare arm and wrenched her pillow up to press it over her eyes. 

He isn’t transformed. Oh my god, he detransformed in his sleep! 

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All right, everyone, buckle up: it’s the Workplace AU.

There are no superheroes. There are only board meetings. And coffee.

Bruce is the serious and completely competent CEO of Wayne Enterprises. He’s well on his way to making the company a Global 2000, but… there are some hurdles. 

His staff. They are the hurdles. 

Most of his employees are either hard workers or unremarkable. It’s the few who who can’t be lumped solely into either category that are the problem.

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Leave This Town Pt 10 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow. Steve, DumDum Dugan and Peter Parker mentioned.

Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.

Song Inspiration: Angela by The Lumineers

Warnings: Fluff, mild angst. Mentions of death.

Word Count: 3.9k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

A/N: Aaah!! I’m so excited about this part! :D Please let me know your thoughts, I always love to hear from you. <3

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Originally posted by captaincentenarian

Previously:

“I’ll call you before I leave town,” you promised, wishing there was more you could guarantee him.

“Okay,” he replied, ducking his head into the car for one last lingering kiss.

You pulled out of the parking lot and glanced in the rearview mirror to see Bucky still standing there as he raised a hand in goodbye. But it didn’t feel like a farewell this time. Somehow, it felt like only the beginning.

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“I’m still not sold on the ending,” your agent stated as he dropped your manuscript on his desk with a thump. He sat back in his chair while drumming fingers on the desktop next to his computer. “Casting is almost finished, they start filming in two weeks, and I don’t have a finished script.”

“You DO have a finished script, Tony. Just not the conclusion you want. I tried other endings and none of them seemed genuine. This ending is the most organic and it’s where the characters took me. You know how it is, sometimes they have a mind of their own,” you replied with a shrug.

He narrowed his eyes, stroking his well-manicured goatee. “You know you sound like a crazy person when you talk like that, right?”

You laughed. “Not to my fellow writers.”

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Devil's Backbone

Sam and Dean x Sister!Reader

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Warnings: maybe some Angst, being buried, I think that’s it.

A/N: this is going to be a series so let me know if you want to be tagged. Also the readers names picked out already. I’ve been wanting to do that and finally did. Feedback is very much appreciated.

Forever tag list: @Freaksforthewin , @thewinhunter, @cambriacaneatnoodles, @brokennoone , @youtubehelpsmesurvive , @chrisevansthedoritobastard , @winchesters-favorite-girl , @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot @godh8salyssa @dean-baby-Winchester @straightasdeanwinchester@animexchocolate

Originally posted by weallneedcastiel


The feeling of a slimy object crawling across your face got your attention. You found yourself wanting to open your eyes but had no luck. Where the hell were you? Breathing was impossible. Dirt surrounded you. Were you…buried?

Up. It was the one thing that made sense. Dig up. Grab dirt and pull it out of the way. The moment your hand reached above the surface, it felt as though the sun was wrapping itself around your skin.

Grabbing onto nearby grass, all you could do was pull. Pull your body up from under the ground. Then it happened. Fresh air. You inhaled it violently. Gasping for a good time before you were breathing normally. Now all you had to do was finish getting out.

From the stomach down you were still covered in dirt. And weak. God you were so weak. Both of your arms steady themselves on the ground and locked position, trying to pull the rest of your body up and out. But they both gave out. No surprise you were weak. You’d just risen from your grave.

It took forever it seemed. Wiggling and squirming anyway you could. Eventually you got out. For a moment you just laid there. On the ground. Surrounded by fallen trees as an omen. You paid no attention to them.

The sun. It was all that mattered. Every inch, every fiber in your body, was soaking up the light. It was beautiful. The way the rays danced on your newly re-exposed skin. It was almost like two friends meeting each other once again after being apart for so long. Your eyes closed, allowing the light to embrace you after being trapped in the dark for so long.

Some time had passed. Night had now fallen on the once beautiful and vibrant blue sky. Tomorrow would bring another day to dance alongside the sun. For now, you became aquatinted with the old friend of dark. Following the bright street lights which led to a lit up town not far from you. Cars occasionally passed by on the busy road, but they all ignored you. Of course you didn’t blame them. You were beat up, wearing ragged clothing and looked like you’d just crawled out of Hell. Maybe because you had.

How were you even back? Your brothers. Sam and Dean. They must’ve done something stupid to get you back. There wasn’t any other way you could be back. If one of them sold their soul, you’d kill them yourself for being so stupid and reckless. It was bad enough your sold yours to save Sam after the fiasco with Azael and his special children’s fight to the death. You didn’t need to keep going down the same path.

Finally- not too far away you could see something. Something you’d thought you’d never see again. A telephone booth. Lucky for you, there was change in your pocket. Funny how neither of your brothers thought to empty your pockets.

With excitement and success flowing through you, you ran as fast as you could over to the phone. Closing the door and looking around before dialing the number. First you tried Sam’s. No answer. How could he not answer?

Okay- no need to panic. There was only enough left for one more call. Bobby would decline a number he didn’t know. So Dean it was. Part of you said a little prayer before dialing the numbers.

“Please pick up. Please pick up.” Your hand rested above the box while your head hung low as you whispered to yourself.

Then you heard it. The familiar, tired, gruff voice on the other end of the phone.

“Hello?” Dean.

You wanted to yell. Wanted to cry. But your voice was so hoarse and dead.

“Hello?” He was getting inpatient. No doubt he would hang up. There was no way for you to talk. So you did the only thing you could think of: Morse Code.

“D-E-A-N” you hoped and wished he would understand. “H-E-L-P”

When you heard movement on the other line you got hope.

“Sammy, get me a pen and paper.” He understood. He knew you were trying to tell him something. “Do it again.”

You wasted no time. “D-E-A-N. H-E-L-P.” The whole time you tried to get your voice to work but found no luck still.

“Where are you? Who is this?” He knew that not just anybody would have his number and know his name. It had to be somebody he knew.

“Cadlin Lane. P.W” you have your initials. Phoebe Winchester. Before he could respond to you, the line cut out.

Great. Now you were stuck in this town. Alone. At night. No money, no car, no anything. So you did the only thing that made sense: sit in the booth and wait for Baby to hopefully pull up.

Lucky for you, nobody tried using the phone while you remained inside of it. Hiding from the unexpected down pour of rain and hail. The water outside threatened to seep into the small cracks and destroy what little warmth you had. Two headlights in the distance shined bright in your general direction. A comforting putting sound of an engine sent chills down your spine. It wasn’t just any engine belonging to any regular car. You’d know that roar anywhere. Baby.

Both of your legs were stiff and cold from being in the same position for hours. Nevertheless you pushed the door open, resting on your knees, and tried your best to stand up. Tries instantly squealed roughly against the jagged pavement and rocks. Two bodies swung open the shiny black doors and hauled towards you. There was no question which was which. Dean was driving as usual and Sam rode shotgun.

“Phoebe?” Dean’s arms wrapped around you while the scent of his leather crisp jacket did the same. Sam came up behind you, holding a silver knife and holy water in his hand. Without hesitation you held out your arm. First came the holy water. Obviously you passed the test. The knife made a small fit on the tip of your finger. He too wrapped his arms around you as you switched from one brother to the next.

The hug was warm. It made you feel alive. Your head rested perfectly on his chest as his right hand held the back of your head.

“Come on.” Dean was already heading back to the drivers seat.

“Your freezing, climb up front. The heaters work better up there.” Never did Sam give you the front unless special circumstances were upon you all.

You climbed in, sitting on an old jacket of course. Both of your hands were crookedly extended outwards to greet the blasting air vents in front of you.

“Jesus, Phebe’s. Your fingers are purple.” Dean was right, you hadn’t noticed it until now. “Come here.” His right arm moved and made room for your body, and you happily moved over to him.

Somehow he’d managed to get his jacket off and wrap it around the front of your body. Sam did the same and covered your legs. On the floor board you could see an unopened bottle of water. Within seconds it was in your hands as you downed it faster than you ever bought possible. With the final swallow you set the bottle in a cup holder and resumed your position next to your driving brother.

Both of your freezing hands were balled up in each other as they tucked neatly into Dean’s side. Trying to absorb his heat. Sitting up slightly, you set your head into the crook of his neck, still facing forward to see the road barley. The small chuckle that came from him shook your bones as his right hand wrapped around your shoulders and rubbed lightly. Creating friction and heat.

“How the Hell are you even back?” His eyes stayed focused on the road ahead.

“I could ask you guys the same thing.” It was the first words you’d spoken with your voice.It hurt, but you did it anyways. “One of you had to do something stupid and reckless to get me out.” From the corner of your eye, Sam was leaning forward onto the back of the front seat.

“No. Neither of us did.” His arms were crossed neatly across the seat. “Not that we didn’t try, because we did. Nobody would make a deal with us no matter how hard we tried.”

Of course they tried. So there was good reason to worry they did sell their soul. Phoebe one, brothers zero.

“Well I’m not back because of nothing.” Your head was turned so you could look into your brothers hazel colored eyes.

Turning onto your back, you were surprised to feel a burning pain coming from your right side. With no questions asked you pushed the jackets off of your now semi warm body and slowly began to lift up for shirt. There were red swollen and puffed out markings on your side. But there was more hidden by your pants. Slowly you started to roll down the waist of your jeans, only on the right side. Until you could make out what it was.

The mark was wrapped around your hip. You rolled over just slightly to see the last of the puzzle. A thumb print which curled around to your backside just a little. It was a hand mark. There was no doubt about that.

“I wouldn’t call that nothing.” Both you and Dean exchanged a look of concern as he spoke. Never taking his eyes off the road.

Day one of the rest of your life of rebirth began now.

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The Savior - Chapter 1

The Request: “I’d love if you did a story where it was a pre-apocalypse Negan AU where he is a PE teacher/coach that takes interest in a student that he finds out has been having a hard time at home (maybe an abusive parent of some kind or something like that). She’s a really good student & has been one of his favourites. Have her be 18 & they start up a smutty relationship. Make it as dirty as you’d like. The smuttier the better for me! :D Maybe have her be a virgin or very inexperienced and Negan can teach her things. Thnx!”

Summary: Negan is a PE teacher that spots a bad bruise on one of his favorite students and decides to ask her what happened. Things get a little tense when he presses the subject further between the two of them.

Characters: Negan, Reader (OC), Simon

Rating: Mature (For Eventual Smut) 

Warnings: Swearing, Inappropriate teacher/student relationships. 

Notes: I’m also stressing that the character is of legal age! Also letting it be known that “Y/N” means your name and “Y/L/N” means your last name! 

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11995341/chapters/27138213

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

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catyuy  asked:

Hey, would you mind sharing your theory on Ross's original plan in CA:CW?

Oh yea! Sorry I completely forgot. Since I forgot I’ll break my hiatus but after that I’m still out

*coughs*

*rolls over to her wall of newspaper clippings and red string*

*takes a deep breath*

IT WAS ALL A FUCKING CONSPIRACY BY GENERAL ROSS TO GAIN POWER OVER THE AVENGERS IN THE WAKE OF NICK FURY’S DISAPPEARANCE.

That’s a whole lot of lead in to say that specifically, Ross waited until Tony stark was in his most emotionally compromised state to release the information about the Sokovia Accords to Tony. 

If you followed my blog at all you know that I’m not a TS fan like, at all. That said, his motives are pretty clear and predictable, to a point where anyone who has the wherewithal to try can pretty easily direct his actions. You know like Ross.

OK Crow we fucking get it. Tell us how it happened though?

Evidence Figure A: The Teleprompter

Any project/event manager worth their salt checks, double checks, triple checks, and quadruple checks the attendee list, especially when someone as high profile as Tony Stark & Pepper Potts, CEO of mother-fucking STARK INDUSTRIES is showing up to the shindig. 

There’s also this little thing called a contingency plan? If a homegrown convention with a big name actor showing up has a contingency in place should something happen, then one would assume that a fucking top-of-the-line school would have protocols for this, especially since Tony is definitely not the only or the biggest name-brand-celeb to show up at MIT. I just googled, Matt Damon was just there for commencement IRL. So like, this isn’t their first goddamn rodeo!

Lasty, it’s 2016. Teleprompters have had the ability to switch feeds midstream for YEARS. Literally every ‘this just in!’ update your local news personality does when live covering something is precisely what’s happening. The teleprompter is the information and the earpiece is the producer giving them any alternate queues. So, when Tony’s 45 minutes through his speech and immersing into his demo and it’s pretty fucking clear that the Big Pot has not entered the kitchem, maybe it’s time for some midstream reprompting?! 

No. 

So we have Tony Stark who’s in his patented Mental Self Flagellation Machine 4000 ™ and is already feeling down. While he’s trying to climb the endorphin high he gets from throwing money at people, the teleprompter shuts that right down.

Now we know Tony is feeling bad. He just wants to go curl up on his private jet and have FRIDAY play Adele while he stares at pictures of Pepper on his phone. And that would be nice-

Evidence Figure B: “I work for the State Department”  

So now Tony has been kicked twice in the nuts by his emotional anguish. He’s down and if we know anything about this dude is that he’s emotionally driven. You grab those heartstrings and you can pull him any which way. The grand orchestrator here (Ross) now has a good hold, but he’s going to lock it in. 

Enter your average ‘State Department’ admin. There’s no real answer as to which branch of the state department she’s in, or what she does or who she really works for. She could be in accounting, weapons acquisition, any number of deep-confidential branches (Spies have paperwork too), or Ross’ goddamn secretary. It doesn’t matter. In fact, it’s very strange that her lead in was a delineation of where she worked, as if it mattered. Taken out of context it’s as innocuous as saying ‘I work in real-estate’ or ‘I work in healthcare’. The story would have panned out either way. 

But no, she works for the state department. She probably has a work email that ends in .gov.us. She’s probably searchable in the inter-office directory, and potentially she’s got access to grief counseling and other psychiatric services provided through her workplace. 

Now we know that shit’s supposed to be confidential but I don’t think a man who’s going to make an extrajudicial underwater superhuman prison is a man with scruples about patient confidentiality. 

How easy would it be for Ross or one of his lackeys to approach this and other grieving workers until they find the one with a perfect hook to drag Tony by the nose?

How did your average State Department admin manage to find her way into an isolated walk path obviously made for personnel only, in a private building on a private campus with no one trying to stop her? 

Now, we know that college campuses unfortunately don’t have the best security in non-event situations. But Tony Stark well known trouble magnet and billionaire was showing up. Sure a police detail and private security can’t really do shit about another alien invasion but they can stop people from waiting around in isolated hallways for celebrities. (Why was he alone anyway? This is 100% against celebrity escort protocol. Beyonce doesn’t even go to the bathroom without a security detail, and for good fucking reason!)

How did she get down there? 

At just the right place and at just the right time to deliver a printed picture of her handsome, selfless, philanthropic, and dead-too-soon son to Tony Stark. 

Not to mention the very pointed speech.

Evidence Figure C: “I blame YOU Mr. Stark”

Well. Fuck.

Rule Number 1 of maintaining world peace, do NOT make Tony Stark feel guilty. 

What happened the last time Tony felt guilt?

Oh There ain’t no strings on me~

Whenever Tony feels even the slightest hint of guilt he essentially breaks out his screwdriver and tries to fix it all by himself in the world’s most expensive display of bad coping mechanisms ever witnessed.

Historically Pepper (AKA his lovely red headed chill button) was there and he was able to channel his angst into like, 87 new suits or something else constructive.

or like 8000 idfk

But Pepper’s gone, Nicky Fury (AKA the backup chill button) is MIA, and MCU Tony doesn’t actually listen to Rhodey.

Had there been no Sokovia Accords they probably would have to have fought a sentient protection robot that’s only goal was to lock all of humanity in a bubble where they couldn’t ever get hurt ever again or something. 

But… suspiciously… There was  a way for Tony to lift some of that guilt off his arc reactor. 

Evidence Figure D: “You have three days” 

Mother. fucker. I have a longer grace period on my goddamn rent than this. Did you see how thick that neat piece of legislation was? It would take a fast and legally genius reader at least a week or two to drag through that piece of work. 

This was extortion in it’s greatest effect, and they knew Tony would take the bait really easily once it was set up for him to see this as absolution for his guilt. 

Where were the Avengers’ lawyers? How the fuck did Tony run a business where no one read over his major contracts to assure that he wasn’t getting fucked over by a line in convoluted legalese? 

Steve at least cracks the thing open and gives it a glance, but three days isn’t long enough to review a ten page divorce agreement, let alone a 300 page document signing super-powered individuals under the jurisdiction of a singular but not unanimously agreed upon “ruling” body. (the UN doesn’t actually rule and is mainly a facilitator of multi lateral agreements and I could go on for days about the loopholes in that but I digress)

So general Ross chooses the day of (day after?, day before?) to present this document to Tony, giving him a very final due date with which to sign or be thrown in superhero prison. 

This document that is going to be ratified by the UN.

This document that somehow no one who is actually in close contact with superheroes has apparently heard of. 

-> DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TAKES TO WRITE, REVISE, AND PRESENT A MOTION FOR RATIFICATION TO LITERALLY ANY LEGISLATIVE BODY?

Fucking FOREVER.

American children , remember this?:

It’s a long long way into the capitol city indeed

I just googled and the Average time for a bill to move through the legislative body in America last year was about 263 days. Now, that’s just America. This is the UN. 

That means that the same accords have to be written, revised, translated, documented, discussed, researched and presented to the 193 constituent countries of the UN with their myriad interests and legislative processes before coming to that one document. 

And Tony thinks they can just clean it up later? Of course he does.

Oh my god does he try. 

So far I’ve only been putting down the facts but not the motivations. 

What the actual fuCK Ross?

Well that’s simple really. Ross wants to run the world. He may not be HYDRA, he may not be a part of any organization (or maybe he’s the head of one). This man desires nothing more than power. After all, he’s a general in the goddamn US military. There’s not really anywhere else on earth you can get that level of a power high. The man knows where the nuclear codes are, for shit’s sake. 

That is, unless you’ve been clued in to powers that are stronger than nuclear stockpiles and trips to the moon. You’re clued in to men who can turn green and raze cities, that can bench press 2000 lbs and puppy eye the enemy to death, Sabrina the teenage witch,  an AI with a dubious color scheme who can shoot laser beams outta his noggin and like, some normal folks who can take a 3″ knife and a fucking Ford Fusion to a fight with terrorists and win

The real superhero of this operation

Fuck nuclear warheads. How easy would it be to control everything if you could just threaten to unleash the Hulk?

Ross has the money and the power to do it. But he’s just got to wait on the right conditions.

Or, like any self respecting hard working old fashioned American warmonger, he can make them his damn self. 

Tony Stark, the  billionaire playboy philanthropist and strictly technology based genius bank rolls the Avengers, providing them with food, housing, paychecks, and the ability to continue doing what they do under the private sector, after SHIELD/HYDRA was dissolved. Without Tony and the whole free-market ruling that makes the US government weak to corporations.

Boy oh boy is it a good thing that Tony Stark has an Atlas-complex big enough to heft a galaxy and is easily lead to bad decisions by his emotions. 

For Ross there was no way for it to go wrong. If they all signed then he’d have the full control of the Avengers through the UN. If any or some of them did not sign, then they go on a fucking all expenses paid Guantanamo-style torture Cruise already outfitted with anti superhero and anti magic technology… despite not having signed the accords and not having violated any other international laws.

Now remember this, Zemo-Bucky is not a main storyline on this. It’s a happy coincidence. The strife with the Accords would have probably occurred in a conference room instead of a goddamn Tesco-parking lot brawl. However, the consequences were exactly the same, even though by abstaining from signing, they would not have been violating any laws. 

You know how if you get a speeding ticket, you aren’t compelled by law to agree that you were speeding and sign it? You can contest it in court? Now this is not a particularly safe practice in our current climate, but that’s what the little print under the ticket says.  

But here Ross is stating that not signing is essentially a one-way ticket to Poseidon’s special hellhole.

What page of the Accords was that listed on?

Steve probably highlighted it. 

Sticky notes and highlighters weren’t invented till the ‘60′s ya know. Steve is probably as impressed with washi tape as I am. 

In summary

  1. Ross crafted the perfect conditions to take the entire fucking UN on an emotionally compromised piggy back ride in the wake of the fall of Sokovia in order to craft a legislative document and a zero-sum totalitarian punishment game.
  2. He then waited on Tony to be emotionally compromised and then took the seed of guilt that’s already planted in Tony and just twisted it in a little harder until the kingpin of the current Avengers operation was putty in his hands.
  3. And after all that happened, even a particularly competent terrorist’s personal vendetta only helped his goals and didn’t hinder them in the slightest. 

In this movie, Ross won. It wouldn’t have worked otherwise. Pepper would have called lawyers and Nick -it’s a stupid ass decision- Fury would have called bullshit before this ball could have even started rolling. 

Now as far as we know, Tony and assorted are under the jurisdiction of the accords, while Steve and his team are ostensibly international outlaws dependent on the benevolence of Wakanda and anyone else who can keep them from being sent back to fucking sea-jail (or space jail, seeing as they broke out of sea jail)


SO uh…

yea

CONFIRMED.

anonymous asked:

I'm so sorry for bothering you but I am so afraid. I feel like i've set myself up for a major disappointment with Jonsa. With the leaks being accurate and Jon leaving Winterfell so soon meaning no interaction with Sansa after episode 2, an onslaught of attacks and even that recent pic of a cold af Sansa (she should at least be a bit emotional) etc. i feel as if I Probably was delusional or misinterpreting. You're someone i admire and all, so can ya help out a fellow depressed shipper?

Going to say this real quick, before my answer, if anyone has anything to add I highly suggest and support you do! 

*Disclaimer: While I do have proof in what I have voiced here, it is an opinion of sorts, or a suggestion/thought/implication, meaning I could be entirely wrong. Please do not take this as evidence that Jonsa will happen, because we don’t know what will happen. I don’t want y’all to get your hopes up because of meta such as this. However, thank you for reading and getting excited alongside me!*

Hey anon, you’re definitely not bothering me and don’t feel bad (Get ready, because this is long as hell). I think we all set ourselves up for disappointment for hoping a relationship as great as Jon and Sansa might come true. I myself and still coming to terms with it, because it wasn’t an accident, I feel like D&D purposely did this and it’s only getting worse this season- and it’s only the first episode. We have Soap and Drama directors looking at these scene’s in both confusion and understanding because it does come across romantic. 

And honestly, while a great deal of spoilers were correct, the context was completely wrong. We only have scenes, not dialog and what truly happens. We were told Jon would embarrass and yell at Sansa in front of the Lords and that would only drive them apart, but you know what we got instead? A small argument and immediately thereafter Sansa praising Jon for being a great King, telling him he is the furthest from Joffrey (look at @kitten1618x post about heir conversation and what it means, that should help sooth you)  she has ever met (Her first romantic option was an arsehole, all of them are, and they’re supposed to be knights- well guess who is there beside her right now that is ‘brave, gentle, and strong’, the furthest from Joffrey- he’s being compared to her last love interest. You don’t do that to brothers, sorry). 

When he tries to keep his distance from her she grabs is hand, again, and they focus on it like in season six. That’s not a coincidence. While Jon is still having a hard time trusting her, we can see Sansa reaching out and trying to help him despite that. And then there’s the distance he keeps from her, refusing to look at her, not wanting to touch her, the look he gives her when she does touch him and hold onto him? He looks both nervous and concerned- kind of scared or sick. 

I have a simple response to that. Jon’s already in love with her (Refer to this meta for a better introduction to that and how it works, lmao). Last season we saw him trying to dissect her, figure her out, and on the last episode it all seems to crash down on him. 

Originally posted by greengableslover

Originally posted by daughterofwinterfell

Sansa is not only the girl who left her tower, per say, she’s fighting to get it back. She is both aggressive, head strong, but intelligent. She also keeps her skirts/silks (lmao, this is important because he wanted his last lover in a dress just like hers), both Stark colored and Tully, and we have Blackfish compare her to Cat while many compare Jon to Ned- both in looks and attitude- we know Jon likes softer woman who keep their strength alongside them, and that’s exactly what she’s become, ‘lovely, lonely, lethal’ and has the appearance he is most attracted to. So this season he’s suddenly cold towards her despite wanting to protect her last season, claiming he wouldn’t let anyone touch her again, he fucking promised and asked Mel not to bring him back if he failed, because that meant Sansa would be dead and he broke his promise to her. 

That’s the intentions of a knight, a man who wishes to protect his princess and keep her from harm. They went through so much together already, their heated arguments, returning to Winterfell, sharing each other’s emotions while still learning who they are to each other? 

You’re (D&D) telling me after all that he’s cold towards her because she gave her opinion just like everyone else? Not wanting her advice or to touch her, while she is warm and welcoming and finally comfortable around the one man who has treated her with care? 

He’s guilty. 

Not only that but the comparison’s between Jon/Sansa and Cat/Ned have gotten so ridiculously apparent even pure show watchers are questioning what is happening. Not only is her hair much like her mothers, and the color scheme is the exact same between the four, it’s after an argument. Cat and Ned fight over Bran’s age and Sansa and Jon fight over him listening to her (both topics also revolve around a child and his/her maturity)- Ned is literally refusing Cat’s argument in that scene just as Jon is with Sansa. 

Then they show she is also coming across much like Cersei, the juxtaposition between that couple (Jaime/Cersei) and Jon and Sansa happens in the same scene, side by side, and they talk about one another. 

It isn’t a coincidence either that Jon is revealed as her cousin after he kisses her, an intimate moment between the two, it only sets up a great and angsty romance. Because we know but they don’t. (I would also like to mention, in the books, when Stannis asks Jon to take Winterfell and marry Val- he thinks about it, he thinks of having children with this woman, of sharing Winterfell with her, and there is a moment where her hair looks silver- but he denies her for Sansa- because Winterfell belongs to her)

And when he dies in the books, his last thought is of Sansa just like Ned’s was of Cat. Both constantly thought of their sisters (Lyanna/Arya) and how much they missed them and loved them- but when their last moment came their last thought was dedicated to someone else: Cat and Sansa. I truly think we are being led to think of them as a couple, because Sansa went from this:

Originally posted by soapieturner

to this

Originally posted by lyannas-loves

She’s harsher in the first, despite their words finally coming to fruition, and now Sansa is softening towards him.

I think Jon is already entangled in her, but now it’s her turn, and until she figures it all out we’re going to be left stuck in the middle waiting. If and when Jon and D@ny hook up it’s not going to last, that I promise. They are nothing alike, their values are so different now days, and when people call them ice and fire they’re completely and utterly wrong. Because Jon is that, he’s both, which makes him leveled. But D@ny/Dragons, they’re only one, fire, which is never good; take a look at the WW. They’re only one, ice. do you see them doing any good? Nope, nada. 

So just keep that in mind this season. Even if we were wrong we’re not delusional. I promise. If you want more information book-wise and show-wise I suggest reading meta, especially blindspot’s. 

But I’m going to tell you this, canon is not everything, D&D have the ability to ruin all that we want even if they give it to us. So I suggest you just read some wonderful fic, because right now, we’re reigning in that department! 

(Again, if you have anything to add, do it! Let’s make this a stream!)

Also, don’t forget this:

Originally posted by dreamofspring

Originally posted by patchface

and THIS

(He’s just as aggressive I might add, watch the video, they make the same face- Ned put up with LF until he insinuated something gross about Cat, so I can only imagine what LF said about Sansa, because I can’t see him getting angry for any other reason, for Jon to react that way)

Also wanted to add while GRRM isn’t against cliche he has already admitted that Targaryen’s were the reason for their own downfall, and that the incest they fumbled with is exactly why. You can take that as you will. Because as he said, incest was the fall of the Targaryen line- why have the last two get together if that’s the case?

park woojin - demigod!au; hermes

Originally posted by woojinnies

  • when he was younger, he was a master at pick pocketing 
  • in middle school, he wouldn’t stand up for kid being bullied but rather go to the bully and pick pocket back the lunch money 
  • he wouldn’t really hand back to them, he’d just put it on their desk, underneath their pencil bag or inside it
  • constantly transferred schools too, which meant constant new encounters, and he hated it 
  • he was sick of change, he just wanted something permanent
  • one friend, one home, one school, one setting 
  • he was always alone since he just kept leaving 
  • so when he made it to camp half blood, he was shook 
  • he wasn’t used to the atmosphere but he was immediately claimed by hermes 
  • he was quickly engulfed by a crowd, his siblings and they were are all so jolly, happy, snarky but also welcoming 
  • at first he was really reserved and shy but when head counselor taehyun introduced him to everyone, he was overjoyed 
  • overtime he came out his shell 
  • he was the master mind of plastic wrapping all the chariots together
  • is known for being very mischievous and silly 
  • very bro
  • is the type to blame it on someone else 
  • works half of time cause he’s good at playing innocent
  • “woojin it was you wasn’t it”
  • “what? me? why would i ever? no way!!!”
  • honestly, he does it for shits and giggles and never has intentions to ever hurt or anger someone
  • he’s really good at hand to hand combat (aka flipping people) 
  • he carries around a simple celestial bronze knife but rarely uses it 
  • is really talented 
  • raps and dances he’s pretty cool my dude
  • the apollo cabin doesn’t really see him as all that talented though they’re to busy thinking they’re better than everyone else 
  • you on the other hand, were constantly getting kicked out of schools because of your “problematic” behavior
  • it wasn’t your fault that people always listened to whatever you said
  • even if you had asked to cut in lines, get a’s or to skip class, it’s their fault for listening to you
  • at camp half blood, you were known to be quite fiery 
  • it was hard for anyone to believe you were an aphrodite child honestly 
  • you stand for what u believe in, you’re straight forward, and you have no problem with casting permanent make up on anyone 
  • one time, at the dining hall, someone tried to mess with your sibling’s food by placing a magnetic force around it so the food can never sit on the plate 
  • you immediately flung around to the giggling hermes cabin 
  • and this time woojin was out of the loop he doesn’t commit such petty pranks uhm hello??
  • “okay who did it?” you glared at all of them, honestly this happens everyday and normally you’d ignore it but honestly it was gettin out of hand 
  • “WOOJIN!” a hermes cabin kid screamed 
  • and everyone snickered 
  • he’s just there with a piece of bread of his mouth, puppy dog eyes, lost, looking up you 
  • “huh?” 
  • and you glared at the one who yelled his name and you casted the permanent make up on him and everyone else who laughed got ugly outfits with neon colors 
  • and all the other tables are doing obnoxious ‘OOoooOOOOoooooOOOOOOOooooooOOoOOH shiTTTTTT”  
  • the hermes kids now think you have a bratty princess attitude
  • but did you care????????
  • no 
  • and the next time woojin sees you, he kinda wavers around you, and you don’t recognize him at first
  • as you’re setting up your weapons for capture the flag (i love ctp okay im sorry if your’e sick of it omg) he just opens his mouth 
  • “sorry about my brothers and sisters yesterday…” 
  • at first you were like ??? oooOOOOHHH 
  • “hahahahHAHAHA no its no probleM!!” 
  • are you nervous ?? is he that cute ?? is it just me omg
  • he’s a little flustered, mainly cause he just feels bad 
  • may or may not have avoided playing pranks on you or just the entire aphordite cabin tbh 
  • he was gonna say something again but chiron calls for the teams to shake hands and you two are on different teams 
  • and so you had the found the flag, but your back up was taking forever
  • no one was on guard though, and the flag was just out and exposed in the creek
  • you wanted to go for it, seriously, your blood was chasing through your veins, it was getting hard to hold your back you impulsiveness. 
  • and suddenly there was cheering behind you 
  • and when you walked out of your hiding spot, you saw woojin being thrown in the air,
  • your team flag in his hand 
  • and you were chill, i mean it wasn’t the first time you lost
  • but what really bugged you was when hermes cabin wouldn’t stop reminding you 
  • this happened almost every time you lose 
  • and when you’re in greek history class, they were just at and you were trying so hard not to explode 
  • and just when you’re about to, woojin clears his through
  • “hyungs, please shut the fuck up, i’m trying to read here” 
  • everyone is shooketh
  • cause he isn’t that straight forward and he’s normally a witness rather an unpstander 
  • after class you thank him and he just shrugs it off like no big deal 
  • inside he’s all squishy and warm cause aw you thanked him ?? you thank people ??? 
  • and you’re blushy because aw he cared ?? 
  • and tbh you guys stay in this weird phase for a while 
  • very small talk, short glances
  • but nothing more
  • it was awkward for the both of you 
  • it was the first time to feel this warm in the inside 
  • you both knew there was something more there
  • there’s no way you two are just friends 
  • ya’ll both squishes for each other 
  • but you’re both convinced otherwise 
  • all of woojin’s siblings tell him to not for fall an aphordite kid 
  • they tried to convince him that he was just falling for your stupid but blessed love charms and looks
  • “they’re all heart breakers !! don’t know you know about their little game” 
  • yea, your cabin loved doing this point system thing 
  • each time they “won” a person, a point 
  • and whoever got the least amount of points got the shoes of shame 
  • you H A T E D it 
  • you’re cabin was trying to explain to you that you weren’t falling for some “disgusting, annoying dumb, hermes kid”
  • “no way !!! you have to date one of the hot apollo kids, or the ares kids, but cMON, not a hermes kid. don’t be silly!”
  • and it just makes you want woojin more
  • he started getting bolder though 
  • but hes still shy 
  • your little talks became conversations, you glances became eye contact 
  • then the conversations would last through the lunches and he would even walk you to your next activity or back to the cabin 
  • his eyes not only lingered but he would also flash his cute little canine at you or even make silly faces when chiron is teaching 
  • and you were complaining about your cabin with him one day during your shared free hour together 
  • “i just don’t understand them at times, i really don’t think i fit in that cabin a at all” 
  • “well i think you do”
  • you’re laughing as you look over at him but he aint laughin
  • “i think you fit in that cabin perfectly. you’re really genuine, kind to everyone but you’re definitely not a push over. you know that the inside personality is what is important, not the outside. everyone thinks that you’re just being mean, but i think it’s because you base your attitude on personality.” 
  • and at first his explanation doesn’t make sense
  • he thought he was being weird and he freaks out 
  • “oh my go-god,i-uh- i ig-ignore what i just said hah ha ha hahahah” he would utter out, redfaced and looking away 
  • “no please explain what you mean woojin” and you place your hand on his shoulder
  • “i-it’s just like how your siblings are with looks! not to say that they’re aLL vain!! i-i i mean li-like if they’re ‘ugly’ they would kin-kinda isolate them ya know?? and when they’re pretty they date them. you’re kinda the same, but with per-personality.”
  • you’re speechless and his eyes are glued to the grass 
  • “y-you just share beauty in a different way, that’s all, and i like that, a lot” he chuckles as he palms his neck nervously 
  • “t-thanks” you mumbled out and he’s grinning to himself cause you’re so cute
  • and the feelings are just floating in the air 
  • since he’s all shy and awkward and doesn’t know what to do
  • “i like you too” you smiled back 
  • and yall slowly and slowly become more comfortable 
  • you like watching him pick out the food you don’t like in your pasta
  • honestly he’s the cutest when he eats
  • his checks are puffed out and you can see the way he’s chewing and he’s just fluffy omg 
  • and he would catch you staring and have his confused mouse face 
  • how could you not want to feed him at that point 
  • but slowly he would start getting flirtier and flirtier 
  • he would run up to you and wrap his arms from behind 
  • omg imagine his cabin is so surprised and they cannot believe he swooped an aphordite child 
  • “brurhruhrhruhr you hella scored omg hooow???” 
  • “well i mean, i just told them i liked them ?? and they happened to like me back ??” and he’s blushing, lookin down and a small grin on his face
  • they all watch you both in amazed 
  • like you guys are laughing and smiling, arms linked, walking towards the mess hall and they’re just watching all wide eyed and jaws dropped 
  • “that’s so unfair” they’d all pout 
  • he secretly enjoys them being jealous
  • imagine him look all aggressive and hot while playing capture the flag 
  • you can’t even play properly ???? how can you function ???? 
  • like you’re suppose to be his back up but you’re so distracted 
  • you’re teammates know to never put you guys in the same team/group ever again
  • but he doesn’t realize you’re distracted by him,
  • he’s all sweaty and puppy like comin to you 
  • “babe are you sick ?? are you tired ??? you don’t look okay ..” 
  • “nO woojin i’m fine hahahha!!! don’t worry !!!” awkward laughter 
  • “ookay..” is still slightly worried 
  • the next day he comes by with cookies and he’s such a nervous mess cause omg your sibling opened the door 
  • ya’ll exposed af, all you’re siblings are watching the gesture 
  • and you slam the door on their face LOL 
  • “woojin what are you doing ??” 
  • “i was just worried, and i knew you liked jinyoung’s cookies so i got some for you cause you didn’t look well yesterday” and he’s all flustered 
  • one hand in the pocket, the other palming the back of his neck nervously 
  • he’s such a pup omg help the cutie out 
  • but all you could do is stutter a thanks out
  • your siblings on the other side are just giggling
  • jihoon, your half brother thinks you two are disgusting 
  • especially cause 2park is lyfe and you don’t in 2park
  • but overall, he’s very sweet and loving 
  • he maybe shy at times even though he’s wild with his siblings 
  • it’s just cause you make him nervous
  • you guys prove stereotypes wrong and people lOVE it 

i’m so sorry this took so long lmao, thanks 4 waiting  !!! esp the anon who asked for woojin a long long time ago

anonymous asked:

Hello, I love your blog :) We all know how Namjoon pretty much confessed to watching porn in the work room area, or whatever it's called :'D So could I request a Namjoon smut where y/n wants to suprise him (in an innocent way) while he was working a new song, but she walks in to see him watching porn. And you know, things kinda go from there. (I felt awkward typing this tbh :'D)

Studio Quickie:

You stood there stunned and blinking, red decorating your cheeks as your boyfriend fumbled around to pull his pants up and shut down the laptop that was singing loud moans from the girl getting pounded into by her ‘daddy’. Your mouth had been slightly open and you couldn’t believe what you were seeing right now.

“Yah! At least shut the door!” Namjoon shouted at you with everything from his neck up red. You scrambled around lightly to move inside and shut the door fidgeting with your fingers as he pulled his pants up finally zipping them. The air was silent and he didn’t even want to look at you. You shifted from side to side, and looking at him you felt just as bad, he was embarrassed and he was so stiff and quiet.

You didn’t mean to startle him. You had come to the studio to see him today because you knew he was going to be at the studio all day. He had been working hard on something new, and that required him to be here at all kinds of the day. You had brought him food, getting up early to cook something for him you had danced around the house in almost wearing nothing listening to his music. You had missed him so much, he had barely spent time with you coming home and trying to watch TV with you or holding you close only to be the first one to fall asleep and be the first one up. So, you wanted to at least bring him food and see what he was up to. And here he was, trying to get himself off quickly so that he could get back to work. His breathing had calmed down, and the flushed-out color on his skin started to slowly fade but he still wasn’t talking to you, he was still embarrassed. You grinned sheepishly moving to sit down beside him in another rolling chair, placing the food down on the couch behind the mixer board you rolled over to him placing your hands on each of his knees. Namjoon cut his eyes to look at you, and when he opened his mouth to make an excuse you leaned up to kiss his soft lips, feeling him relax his rigid body and kiss you back.

“I don’t need any excuses.” You told him gently, ghosting your hands through his hair before you released him. “I know that you’ve been here, working your ass off, and I know you’ve needed me and we’ve missed each other this week and the previous ones. I am a little upset that you haven’t come to me to at least try but.. I’m here and you need to take a load off.” You admitted giving him a smile.

“I’m sorry baby, I know I should have been around more, I should always make time for you. But right now I can’t, with deadlines and everything I have to make sure that I’m doing everything right. And if anything goes wrong- what are you doing baby I said no.” Namjoon groaned seeing you get on your knees to kiss up his clothed thighs. He breathed deep through his nose trying to calm himself down but he couldn’t help seeing you like that for him. “I said no-“ He tried again only to earn you licking and kissing on his bulge, looking at him with those big innocent eyes, your pupils blew out with lust. His hand gripped at your hair, he wanted to tell you no again but he knew the beast in him wanted to come out. He watched your hands move up to grip at his zipper and tug it down, how your pink tongue darted out to lick over your bottom lip. You were so beautiful to him, taking him out of the confines of his pants, wrapping your lips around his heated shaft. How your lips parted and mouth stretched out more to take all of him until you were choking sucking on his shaft, your mouth hollowing making his hips buck as he groaned taking in the sight before him. Your head pushed down repeatedly using your tongue to flick and lick at his sensitive veins. He could feel every flick and roll of your tongue, he listened to your slurp and moan around him. His head tilting backwards as he moaned you from the pleasure.

“Come here, I need more.” Namjoon rasped after just snapping his hips against your face wasn’t enough for him. He slowly pulled you off his cock listening to the wet popping sounds it made. He pulled you upwards, having you stand while he kissed on your lips helping you pull down your bottoms in one go. He pulled your legs apart, helping you straddle him, his tip rubbing against your wet slick pussy lips.

“My baby girl is so wet, let’s fix that for us both okay?” He asked biting on your bottom lip as he pushed his large head inside of your tight opening. His hands guided your hips down until you were taking all of him inside of you, your hands gripping onto his shoulders, he smiled softly pressing repeated kiss against your lips. He held his hips still until he was sure you had adjusted well enough, bucking his hips up he started the pace slow, and at first you were only there feeling the stretch of him, how his thick shaft was gently pushing against your walls. How he stretched you out, the slick sounds of him fucking you slowly being heard in the room. After some time, you started to grind your hips back down against his, your kiss that was once so sweet becoming heated and mixed with just as much teeth as anything else. You started to slowly moan his name, letting it ring out like a plea.

“Shh baby girl, be quiet.” Namjoon urged in a hush voice pushing his hips upwards against yours harder. You couldn’t help it, he kept switching his hips to find your spot, and you knew he could tell when he found it because he started to smirk, snapping his hips quickly against yours.

“Namjoon~ fuck Namjoon! Harder!” You cried out, knowing that he was going to get rougher with you if you didn’t behave. But Namjoon didn’t have time to play with you, he reached his hand up to harshly grip at your hair making you tilt your head back. It was hard for you to moan in that position, because of the position of your head. He smirked at how you choked out pleas, and he picked up the speed, gripping at your hip with his free hand he pounded against you, feeling your nails claw at his shirt as your eyes screwed shut and you tried to hold out on cumming for him. He didn’t care, he would keep you in that position all night if he had to.

“Rub your clit for me.” He commanded as his breath fanned across your skin, he leaned forward kissing the flesh at the crook of your neck, soon he was licking and biting planting hickeys on your skin. He could feel your hand between his body meaning you were being good for him and behaving, the sheer thought alone of how wet you were and how fucked you must look was pushing him over the edge.

“Can I?” You asked him savoring the feeling of him fucking your spot as your own hand toyed with your clit. He nodded his head giving you a breathy ‘yes’ against your skin. You screwed your eyes shut, your stomach tightened up and your pussy wrapped around his cock tighter squeezing like a vice. You held out for a few more seconds until you were cumming on his shaft, clinging to him and coming down from your high. Namjoon groaned against your skin slamming you down and burying himself deep inside of you. He felt his hips lightly shake as he pulled you close kissing onto your jaw and up to your lips once again giving you a lazy smile.

You lay against him, listening to his heart beat as you both basked into the quickie you had, and snapping out of your trance knowing that anyone could come in you stretched out looking at him.

“You need to eat something.” You said with a soft smile and he nodded his head pulling you off him gently.

“I know baby girl, thank you for that. It was something I needed.” He admitted pecking your lips sweetly.

“It’s not a problem, just make sure later on tonight you draw it out. I want another round.” You admitted and he nodded his head, helping you both cleaned up before he went back to work and started to eat his food, pulling your chair close to him to make sure you didn’t leave his side.

Voltron/Dragon Rider AU

Characters

Takashi Shirogane – Knight: Shiro is the son of a lord and, as such, was easily afforded a place in the noble ranks of the dragon riders. Despite his luxuries, Shiro is a hardened swordsman and worked hard to earn his keep among the ranks of the dragon riders. He and his golden-bronze dragon command their own flock and he’s well-known throughout all the dragon riders as a promising young man that might yet change the tide in the constant war against the Galra. Despite his position, however, he is captured by the Galra and held prisoner for over a year. His dragon is killed during that time and it’s only through a narrow escape that he finally gets free. He finds a mysterious, black dragon egg on his way out and takes it with him despite how logic tells him to leave it behind. He rides a large, black horse (basically a friesian) and wields a large, two-handed claymore.

Princess Allura – Paladin: Princess Allura is the daughter of the late elven King, Alfor, who died millennia ago. Through his magic, he linked her to the life force of the High Dragons’ spirits before casting her and his trusted advisor, Coran, into a deep sleep. She only awakened when one of the dragon eggs reacted suddenly. Alone in the abandoned ruins of the old elven capital, she comes to the conclusion that she must traverse the three planets until she finds all the eggs and riders for them. Alfor sent them away to protect the worlds from Zarkon’s wrath, yet the war wages yet. As a trained paladin, she is skilled in both combat with a sword (she favors a rapier, but can use others) and healing magic. As all elves traditionally do, she rides a white horse bareback and without head tack, as does Coran.

Keith—Warrior: Keith is the bastard child of Lord Shirogane and is Shiro’s half-brother. He has no memory of his mother and his father does not acknowledge that he exists aside from providing him a place to live and the meager means to survive. Despite the stigma around his birth, Shiro took to him and treats him like a full sibling. Yet, because of his position, Keith is not eligible to become a dragon rider, though he desires to be. Shiro encourages him, saying that if he proves himself, an exception will be made. It’s happened before. They trained together prior to Shiro’s disappearance and Keith even learned to fly on the back of Shiro’s dragon (albeit in secret). When Shiro disappeared, Keith gave up building his reputation to go in search of him. Keith is skilled with daggers and short swords. He rides a blood bay horse and is known as the Bloody Bandit in the Galra encampments that he anonymously raids.

Pidge Gunderson (Katie Holt)—Rogue: Pidge grew up in a high ranking family though her parents were neither a Lord nor a Lady. Her father, though a scientist, was also a dragon rider, and so her older brother, Matt, also became a Dragon Knight. They served in Shiro’s flock and disappeared the same as he did. Though she tried to get information from the riders about what happened, she found her efforts were pointless. Determined to find her family, she took on the alias Pidge Gunderson and left home in an attempt to find out where the galra were no doubt holding her family. It’s along this trail that she meets Hunk and Lance, two hoodlums from the Outreaches. She accidentally saves Lance’s life and he insists that he owes her a life debt, so they end up traveling together as she sneaks around Galra encampments. She wields a pair of enchanted daggers (of which Keith is very jealous) and rides a small, speckled horse.

Lance—Hunter: Though Lance and Hunk travel with Pidge, not much is known about them aside from the fact that they’re from the Outreaches, or The Lands of the Secret People. In other words, people who are not wanted by the Galra, but have something to hide nonetheless. A bit sheltered, Lance tends to get into trouble more often than he should, but it’s usually unintentional. No one asks why, but he wears a hood that he refuses to ever let down. He has an animal companion—a black wolf—that lurks along with them on their journeys. Allura finds it odd that he has such a seemingly close bond with the animal, but Lance insists that it’s no different than having a dog. He’s an excellent shot with his bow, but can fight close combat with a staff if he has to (he prefers not to). He rides a blue roan horse.

Hunk—Sentinel: Lance’s best friend from childhood, it seems he was dragged into Lance’s adventuring unwillingly. But he seems more concerned with making sure Lance doesn’t get himself killed than he truly is with wanting to go home (though he does initially mention going back quite often). A talented singer, he oftentimes entertains the others with his voice while he tinkers with the different contraptions he and Pidge salvage from the Galra camps. Not the type to hurt others unless he has to, Hunk carries a huge shield that he uses to fend off and distract oncoming attackers while Lance takes out their opponents from a hidden perch behind. He does have an ax he can use if he has to. He rides on a large, golden-colored draft horse mix. Shorter than Shiro’s horse, but stockier.


As far as the dragons, I won’t say much because it will spoil a lot of the story, but this isn’t a dragon rider AU for nothing. And yes, there will be a Black Dragon, a Red Dragon, a Blue Dragon, a Green Dragon, and a Yellow Dragon. And maybe even more than that ;D

Originally posted by pan-voltron

anonymous asked:

How would the RFA members +V + Saeran feel about having a large-chested (F cup and above) MC?

Wow this slightly mediocre work was disappointing my writing is faltering but: Always remember you don’t have to have a large chest to be sexy and for those who do, you don’t have to feel concious about it, you’re sexy whatever size you are in! Also I tried my best not to make them sexualize breasts too much because nope. Everything they do in this headcanon is with consent slightly NSFW


YOOSUNG

  • When he first saw you at the RFA party he totally was not staring at your boobs he was
  • Trust me he tries really hard to avert his eyes but he just thinks you’re so beautiful
  • When he asks for a dance and and she’s got her boobs pressed up against him he can’t help but blush a bit
  • MC notices though and asks yoosung about it one day
  • “Hey Yoosung you’ve been staring an awful lot at my breast eh?”
  • He was as red as a tomato and his steps faltered
  • “I- I uh I didn’t mean to! Trust me I swear I-I don’t want you to think I have disgusting intentions or something”
  • “Yoosung you’re my boyfriend, it’s totally fine I mean do you want to feel them?”
  • His nose started to bleed as he stared at her in shock 
  • “M-maybe next time”
  • MC was laughing her ass off though 
  • When the initial shock died down and Yoosung was feeling extra bold, he cupped them and gave a little squeeze
  • MC shrieked and Yoosung got on the floor to apologize
  • “Y-yoosung! it’s okay I mean I did offer you to feel them I was just… surprised”

ZEN 

  • Oh he is into it
  • To be honest you can be any cup and he’d love you regardless 
  • He didn’t notice it obviously the first time he met her when they were under attack
  • But when they got home and Zen was making her some tea did he realize
  • She has F cup breast??
  • Oh my god
  • He would feel a little jumpy around her because she’s just that alluring but he obviously won’t do something she doesn’t want to do 
  • Whilst they were sipping their teas he would suddenly snicker
  • “What’s so funny?” 
  • MC asked
  • “Oh nothing it’s just echo girl and her D cup boobs are nothing compared to my girl”
  • They both choked on their drink as he said that
  • His body felt hot and he wanted the ground to swallow him right then and there
  • But MC started laughing and scooted closer to him, staring at him dead in the eye
  • “You wanna touch them?”
  • Zen gripped her waist and propped her to sit on his lap, an emotion starting to rise in the pit of his stomach
  • “Don’t mind if I do”

JUMIN

  • Jumin doesn’t really have a specific preference for appearance so he nearly doesn’t mind MC’s breasts at all
  • One time she asked Jumin to make her custom gowns that revealed her bust as she modeled them to him
  • But his eyes didn’t really travel far south where she wanted him too
  • What can you say? MC’s damn proud of her boobs and she wants Jumin to notice them
  • But when one particular night Jumin was stressed out from work
  • He plopped down straight to bed and draped an arm around MC, holding her close
  • He felt the warmth of her body as he laid his head softly on her chest
  • It felt really good to him and MC swears he was purring
  • It was that time that Jumin started to notice it more
  • During sex he would pay more attention to it
  • He finds it very sexy and wasted no time complimenting them every now and then
  • He knew what MC’s signals were, and that for the past few weeks she’s been trying to get him notice them
  • And boy was he late

JAEHEE

  • Being a large chested woman herself she totally understands
  • She finds it really sexy but pays more attention to te care
  • She knew how hard it was finding bras that size and helps her out with it
  • Helps her pick the colors of MC’s underwear tbh
  • When MC’s back was feeling a little sore because of the heavy load up front
  • Jaehee is ready with a massage
  • If it ever happens to her too MC’s ready aswell
  • They’d bond over boobs
  • And when they get intimate it’s their bust they roam their hands on

SEVEN

  • Seven saw you in the CCTV
  • He knows
  • He just wasn’t expecting how it would be when he actually saw personally
  • He was quite flustered to be honest
  • He’ll be stuck alone with this woman in this small apartment?
  • He’s starting to get really hot
  • But with all the hacking job he’s doing it’s quite easy to forget about MC
  • wrong
  • MC is all over him
  • He would play with his hair and would compliment his clothes
  • And when she’s looking at what he’s doing over his shoulder  
  • She’s pressed up against him and he could feel e v e r y t h i n g
  • Seven had to move to a farther corner so he wouldn’t be distracted
  • One of MC’s pajamas were a tank top and when he saw this, he stopped functioning for a moment
  • “P-Put some clothes on godammit!”
  • “What are you saying I do have some clothes on”
  • He flung his jacket straight at her face

V

  • V this poor cinnamon bun is blind af he’d never know visually
  • It was actually embarassing how he learned
  • He was with his walking stick and was feeling around with his hand when it landed on something warm
  • He was actually pretty confused
  • Until he heard MC yelp and heard her back away
  • “Oh! I’m sorry did I accidentally touch your bum? I am very very sorry”
  • MC was giggling and grabbed his hand guiding her towards the couch
  • “No V that wasn’t my ass”
  • “It wasn’t? What else can be so… big”
  • MC was cackling at this point
  • “You haven’t seen or felt large chested women, V?”
  • “Well I guess I have now”
  • He was calm saying this but deep down he wanted to get out of the room as fasr as he can
  • He felt so embarassed and MC knew this because of the light pink dusted across his cheeks

SAERAN

  • Hell yeah his girl has the sexiest bunch
  • He’d be so into it 
  • Whenever she comes to visit he would be all up on her
  • He just finds her so attractive
  • With permission, it’s been sort of a tradition that he’d just casually place his hands on it while cuddling
  • MC didn’t mind, it felt relaxing
  • But everytime Saeran did that it’d put him on the edge
  • He’s so rough with her when they’re making love
  • He’d mark her all over the chest area claiming her as his
Comet is the only thing I care about if it doesn't win I'm gonna cry

Like. I can’t even explain it I’m too invested in this show. I’m going to infodump about it because I’m so sad that DEH might beat it out for the tony and it doesn’t even deserve to.

-While you are walking in it gives you a Cold War / modern Russia vibe. The walls of the imperial are covered in posters and I remember reading the word pussy a lot which made me happy.
- The guy at the merch stand was so sweet! No one else was there yet so I just was like “ are you open?” And he helped me pick a shirt ( the red shirt with the family tree/ prologue lyrics was his favorite and I bought it bc I love it too.)
- All the ushers were so nice! I was wearing a shirt that said “ so broke can’t pay attention” and a lot of them read it and told me it was funny.
- the usher for my actual seat talked to me about DEH and I told her I loved it but it annoyed me when everyone kept saying ’ oh yeah it has 9 tony noms’ and I was like “ well… comet has 12!” And she laughed and we Bonded™
- did I mention I was alone for like the first hour I was in the theatre because I ran in at 7 without my mom and sister. They wanted to eat their food and I was like “NO COMET”
- I was hungry because I’d skipped dinner?? The comet gods threw food at me.
- The girl who talked to our section was the best. Also I was the only person who read war and peace in my section which made me feel Important™
- Natasha’s “NO!” When Andrey tells her he’s going off to war and prologue starts
- the door!!!
- o Sonya
- private and intimate life gave me chills. Gelsey Bell gives me chills. She was so genuinely scared and I just wanted to run down there and hug her and tell her it would all be okay.
- an old woman was chose for bolkonsky’s lover and she was so happy it was so sweet
- “I KNOW THEYLL LIKE ME!” *pause* “EVERYONE HAS ALWAYS LIKED ME!”
- getting stools into those tables took a little while but it was the best thing I ever saw.
- no one else was so powerful. It’s one of my favorite songs that I’ve like, ever heard, and Denee rocked it. Honestly the little things I noticed from her I applied to my singing it ( it’s a song I’m working on in vocal) and it helped so much. God bless Denee Benton.
- The opera was AWESOME. Gelsey again as opera singer made me die. Her voice is so strong and good and perfect.
- stop touching dolokhov stop touching dolokhob Helene stop stop stop
- the whole “ where is dear Pierre” thing with Marya gently reminding Helene that she IS married to Pierre made me smile
- WHEN THE RIP TBE BLOOD OFF ANDREY I CRY
- Anatole get back behind that door you little shit
- you are not allowed to walk down stairs like that Anatole stop
-Helene please stop looking at your brother like that he’s your brother stop
- Natasha stop looking at him
- Anatole stop looking at her
- stop whispering in french Anatole you smooth fuck
- GIVE HER HER FLOWER BACK ANATOLE PUT IT BACK PUT IT BACK PUT IT BAAAAAAAAACK.
- you will NOT go to that ball Natasha u sit down and pick up a coloring book or something you literal child
-when Pierre says “ oh dear Andrey’s betrothed.” Anatole shakes his hand and goes “ ehhh ” like he’s saying not for long
- the entire scene before the duel hurts so much Pierre doesn’t understand except he does
- *shot comes from Fedyas gun* Pierre, with his arms out ready to die stays still for a few beats before doubling checking to make sure that he has indeed survived
- HELENE LOOKS SO PISSED AT HIM.
- dust and ashes is my anthem I have never related to anything so hard. Protect Pierre. Get him medical help. I want to see him loved.
-DENEE BENTON STRIPPING-ISH ON STAGE TO JUST A CORSET AND UNDERWEAR ( I’m sure she has a Leo under it)?? MY GAY LITTLE HEART DID NOT SURVIVE.
- Helene takes the necklace Andrey put around Natasha’s neck when he left. Nat looks distressed until it is replaced by pearls and she gets distracted by the shiny.
- the ball is so painful please Anatole no more
- when Anatole and Natasha stand together In front of 9 flood lights then the door closes? I die
- the door closing makes it final and I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it
- Natasha’s costume change is great you can see how teeny Denee is
- Natasha gushing about how much she loves Anatole to the crowd makes me cry
- Pierre you gentle giant plz stop drinking
-that’s right Sonya. Roast her.
- Natasha no longer says “ he’s my master and I am his slave.” In the genius annotations of the off broadway cast Dave says that the line might change because he knows how it looks to have an African American woman sing that about a white man. He said it was up to Denee to decide what she was comfortable with, and in the show it wasn’t there. ( I’m glad Denee stopped saying something she wasn’t okay with)
-oh Sonya nothing is your fault you little gerbil please calm down and realize you aren’t responsible for Natasha
-THE PLAN FOR NATALIE ROSTOVAS ABDUCTION HAD ALL BEEN-
- balaga is such a fun song. I didn’t get egg shakers but everyone who did seemed to have a good time!
- during the abduction when Anatole says not yet and pauses, Lucas draws it out a ton. One of the people next to me tried shaking her egg to get it started up again and he just looked at us and said “ no.”
-Natasha is so excited to go with him I hate it. Also the violin is amazing as it always is in that show.
- yOU WILL NOT WNTER MYYY HOUSE S C O UN D R E L.
- Denee runs up to what looks like a sink (?) and you can see her miming taking arsenic.
-Pierres reality check kills me. He’s been telling himself he’s worthless nothing matters and he probably hasn’t gone outside in a long time, and then someone’s asking for him for his friend.
-what?? whAt? WHAT???
- Anatole sobbing in Helene’s lap is good and terrible at the same time. She strokes his hair, and it makes me die.
- DRAG HIM PIERRE. THREATEN THE BAD MAN.
- when Anatole leaves Pierre and him throw his bag around for a bit.
- Natasha very ill is so sad I cried then
-in Andrey and Pierre, Andrey is so tired. He’s holding the letters with anger, like he doesn’t want to touch them anymore. It makes me upset because only about 25 songs ago he clutched them to his heart.
- when Andrey says ’ never speak of that’ he holds Pierre up on his tip toes by his shirt. On “ again” he punches Pierre in the chest and runs down to his fathers throne. He sits there and the tension never leaves him as he grips the arms of the chair. Mary tries to fret over him, but he waves her away.
- Natasha and Pierre is the saddest song too. Natasha is so small in her room plain, baggy white nightgown and no shoes. The emotions in that song are so high. Natasha climbs up the stairs as Pierre starts the “ if I were not myself” part of the song, and hesitates with each kind thing he says.
- Pierre stops after “I” and I think he only continues because he sees that Natasha has heard him and that she tenses at the word.
- “UNABLE TO FIND THE SLEEVES.”
- the comet is a good prop I love the comet #gayiconthecomet
- the stage door was so amazing. All the actors were the sweetest. I’m super terrible at names so I apologize if I just call someone their character name.
-Paul Pinto came out and instead of saying “ I loved your performance and my friends did as well” I said “ my friends love you and told me to say hi” he looked a little hurt and said “oh, well tell your friends I said hi, I guess.” I have hurt the best man on this planet and I can never make it up
- I told the guy who plays dolokhov that he was amazing and I cried very hard and he said “ oh well that’s what we always want, isn’t it?”
- PEARL ( an ensemble member) SIGNS IN PURPLE. I ASKED HER WHY SHE SAID IT WAS BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE DIFFERENT SO I WOULD REMEMBER HER.
- josh came out even though he had somewhere to be. He went to the end of the line and worked his way up.
- josh has the kindest eyes, he could stab me and I would apologize for getting blood on his knife. He also has a baby face and a beanie. I love him.

There’s more, like a lot about the set so if you want to hear me infodump about comet please let me know kids

Baby it's all a Game

Originally posted by bwipsul

Taehyung x reader

High school au/Angst/slight smut

Mentions of marijuana and drinking

based on a real life story

Word count: 8.2k

Part 1/?

There is only one person you had your eyes on ever since you started high school, and he will never be yours. Not now, not ever. Your feet are grounded to the floor, just as the game ended as you watched his girl wearing jersey running up to him for a hug, and slowly you felt your heart begin to shatter.

You could see him smiling as his hands were wrapped around her waist, securely and filled up to joy as she screamed happily for the final football game. Your school won by a landslide, by him running toward the end goal in victory, pandemonium breaking out from the bleachers as the other team lost. But you’re here, not having the enjoyment of the win  or any of the excitement as you watch the couple. He’s swinging her around in his arms, laughing with his honey sweet voice and kissing her from her forehead and her cheeks, her lips, her nose, from the ecstasy he’s experiencing. That was when your first heartbreak destroyed you, ruining your weak heart, and the first time you felt like crushed diamonds and broken into pieces.

Kim Taehyung will never be yours.

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All of You

68. “I can hear you crying, you know. At night, when you think no one is listening.”; 71. “I’ve seen how much you really care. Don’t pretend like you don’t.”, requested by the lovely @fornhaus

Pairing: kacchako, obvsly.

Rating: t

a/n: sorry i’m such a lazy ass. This came out a bit longer and less angsty than I expected, but I just decided I can’t do prompts for shit. I always get carried away from the topic, in the end you ask me for apples and I give you pears. Anyways, hope you enjoy it anyway!

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The air was warm, a pleasent breeze rushing through the trees and bushes that surrounded him. In front of him, was the lake that mirrored the starry night sky. No sounds could be heard, aside from the crickets, and, of course, the muffled laughter and chatter of his classmates.

It was one of those summer nights he would probably spend in his room, studying or reading some comics. That is, if he was home. Right now, Bakugou Katsuki was trapped in a campsite far, far away from the U.A. dorms, cursing all the souls within a hundred mile radius, and their mothers.

Summer break was just around the corner, and the students of classes A and B decided that they should all take a trip together to get their minds away from the midterms and have some fun. Which was exactly the opposite of what Bakugou was doing. In fact, he had only agreed to go thinking it was a training camp, like in first year. He would later find out that the only training they would be doing was on how to make s'mores and sing dumb songs by the fire.

After so much time living together, it was not like Bakugou wasn’t already used to the presence of his classmates. Hell, sometimes he wouldn’t even be that bothered by their shenanigans. But being tricked into coming to their little trip, wasting his time with stupid shit like that, it had spiked his fury in a whole other level.

He could easily had taken the easy path there and just burn them all to bits before they thought of another song. But after all they went through, Bakugou had to learn his lesson about thinking his actions through at some point. Instead, he got up from his seat by the fire and walked into the woods, screaming that anyone who followed him would have their head ripped out of their body and shoved in their ass. So, after a quiet walk, he expected to calm his nerves and clear all the murderous intentions out of his head.

What he did not expected, though, was to find Uraraka Ochako, sitting alone on the muddy ground, staring at the clear water of the lake.

She had her Nº 13 hoodie on, short brown hair floating with the breeze. After a better look, he noticed her shoulders were shaking.

The boy stood there for a few seconds, the wind brushing his wild hair, hands in his pockets, unsure of what to do.

Bakugou wasn’t exactly the example of a caring person. Even after a year and a half of sharing a house and a classroom, he still couldn’t remember half of his classmates’ names. He just didn’t give a fuck. But she was different.

Uraraka had something in her. A hidden side, obscured by a good girl mask that could fool anyone and everyone. Except for him. She liked to bat her little eyelashes at him, smile at him on the halls, scold him for not being friendly or some shit. But as much as it all confused him, he had seen her for who she really was during their first fight, and on all their other fights since then. He was the only one who could see through her mask, who was able to push her past her breaking point and take a peek at the real Uraraka. She had caught his eye, to a point where he wasn’t satisfied with just a peek anymore. He wanted to see more, to find out what she really had to offer. So, on one restless night, Bakugou decided to go to her room and challenge her for a real match.

But before he could knock, he heard her sobs. Tiny, shaky sobs that, although he would never admit it, made his heart beat a little faster. Much more faster.

Bakugou had been avoiding her since that night. Don’t get the wrong idea, he wasn’t a coward. He would never run from his problems, like some chicken. But something in him has changed when he heard her crying. She was suffering, and somehow, that affected him too. He was fucking terrified of that.

His sharp crimson eyes stared at the back of her head, as her sobs and hiccups got louder. He scowled, turning around to leave while she hadn’t noticed his presence. Carefully, he took a step forward, then another–

“B-Bakugou-kun? Is that you?”, Uraraka’s meek voice reached his ears.

Fuck his life. He had stepped on a branch. What the fuck was he supposed to do now? Comfort her? As if.

He slowly turned around, ready to make up some excuse for why he had been watching her cry, possibly throwing some insults and explosions on the way. But when he could finally see her face, his resolve was shattered.

She looked scared, frightened brown eyes staring at him from her seat by the lake. Her cheeks, usually rosy and flushed, were now pale and stained with tears. Her small frame looked even smaller, quivering under the moonlight.

Suddenly, he couldn’t breathe. She got up, wiping the dirt off of her shorts, avoiding his gaze.

“I… Umm… What are you d-doing here?”, she tried again, looking mildly taken aback by his expression. He must have been looking really stupid.

Shaking his head, Bakugou opened his mouth, trying to think of something to say. Nothing came out. He averted his gaze, feeling his cheeks warming up.

Uraraka bit her bottom lip, looking at everything but him. She looked extremely uncomfortable. A part of him wanted to apologize for walking in on such an intimate moment of hers. A bigger part of him wanted to fucking punch that part in the face. What the hell was happening to him? It was her fault for crying on a public space! He had nothing to do with her, it wasn’t his fucking business. Again, he could easily have chosen the easiest path. But something about seeing her in such a frail state made him change his mind.

“Uraraka.”, he said, his strangely quiet tone capturing her attention again.

He moved a bit closer to her, reluctantly. She blinked, watching as he scowled and tucked his hands deeper in his pockets, looking like he regretted every word he was about to say.

“Why are you… y'know…”, he started, finding it hard to get the words out of his mouth. “… crying?”

She blinked again, several times, brows knitting in confusion.

“Why… why do you care?”

Good question. There was literally no reason for him to give a fuck about her, or what she felt. But he did. He fucking did. And no matter how stupid his words sounded to himself, he couldn’t help but want to know why she was suffering.

“Who the fuck said I cared? Don’t get cocky, round-face!”, he exclaimed, unable to hold back his tongue. She looked even more confused. “It’s just really fucking annoying to hear you crying all night, and then have to bare with it here too!”

Her eyes widened, the color rushing back to her cheeks in embarrassment. “Y-You could hear m-me?”

Bakugou’s scowl deepened, as he runned a hand through his blond hair, trying to hold back all the weird feelings that threatened to spill.

“Yeah, Uraraka, I could fucking hear you.”

She pursed her lips, hugging her torso and looking at her feet. Her eyes were closed again, a shaky breath leaving her lungs. He felt a pang in his chest, a strange urge to cup her face in his hands and tell her to breathe. Again, what the fuck was happening to him?

She opened her eyes, and he could swear they were even sadder than when he found her. Uraraka took a step back, going back to a sitting position next to the lake, looking expectantly at him. Bakugou hesitantly moved forward, sitting next to her, resting his elbows on his knees. She hugged her knees to her chest, a shaky sigh leaving her mouth. They were only a few inches apart from each other now.

“I’m sorry for bothering you.”, she started, looking at the clear water before them. “I’ve received some bad news lately and it’s been a little difficult for me to accept them.”

A few beats passed, his strict eyes locked on her face, before she cleared her throat and continued.

“My father is sick. It’s not so serious, but he still can’t work properly. But his debts keep growing y'know…”, her voice sounded so weak it was barely audible. “… My mother said it’s okay, that they’re gonna work this out. But I need to help too. I can’t just stay here and watch them work themselves to death.”

Bakugou went dead silent, the sharp features of his face curling in a frown. He had expected for her problems to be related to that bastard Deku or something, but this was much more serious than he initially thought.

“Do you mean…”, he muttered, voice faltering for a second. She still wouldn’t look at him, eyes trained on her reflection on the lake. “… does this mean you’re…?”

Her grip on her knees tightened. “Yeah.”, she mumbled, and he could swear his heart had skipped a beat. “I might have to drop out of school.”

She finally looked up at him, and the first emotion to hit him was confusion. It took his brain a few moments to process the real impact of her words. Then, a hurricane of feelings rushed through his mind, bliding his senses and making a big mess out of his already confused heart. He felt anger, and grief, and revolt.

Anger because of how fucking unfair that world was, for someone so unbearably kind like her to have to give up on her dreams so early. Grief, because no matter how much he denied it, that girl has done a great job at marking her name on his mind, and watch her go away would be much more difficult than he would like to admit.

Revolt, because that was Uraraka Ochako, that stubborn, impulsive, courageous mess of a girl he had learned to respect. An adorable looking girl who could lift up buildings and create meteors and never, ever accepted defeat, even after his most powerful blows. She would still refuse to give up.

Right now, he couldn’t find that girl. Looking deep into those frightened eyes, at her trembling hands, at her heaving chest, he just couldn’t find her. He only ever knew two sides of Uraraka: the cheery, innocent girl who he fought to ignore in class and the powerful, determinated woman he yearned to face up on the battlefield. But this was a new side of hers, the broken one, barely able to hold back her sobs, who hid herself from the world to fall apart alone and scared. Bakugou felt like his lungs were shrinking, making it impossible to breathe.

She still held his gaze, her big brown eyes full of sorrow, and tenderness, and so many other emotions he couldn’t describe. Her eyes could easily put the sky above them to shame. He couldn’t understand why someone like him could suddenly notice those things. Like the little marks and small scars that adorned her face and neck. The pink flush of her cheeks that had spreaded to her nose and ears. The teeth marks on her slightly parted lips, from biting at them nervously. So many details abour her came at his mind at once, as if he had been pinpointing them since the day they’ve first met. Maybe he did. At this point, his confusion was too much to handle.

Bakugou came out of his stupor when he saw her mouth curl up in a sad smile. Then, a short giggle scaped her lips.

“What’s so fucking funny?”, his voice was raspy and low, way too low for his standards. He suddenly realized of how close they really were, their shoulders almost touching.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I just…”, she giggled again, shaking her head. Looking back at him, there was something else in her eyes he couldn’t exactly name. It made his hands tremble a bit. “You’re the first one to know. And I kinda like it that way.”

His gaze shifted to her eyes, then to her lips, and back to her eyes. What was that supposed to mean? They weren’t friends. That was probably the most intimate conversation they’ve ever had. Uraraka closed her eyes again, taking a deep breath and runing her hand through the water.

“I’m not worried ‘bout you.”, he said, staring at the lake.

She opened her eyes once again, an eyebrow quirking up in confusion.

Bakugou grabbed a branch at his side and started fiddling with the water, distorting his reflection. “You’ll find a way.”

The girl smiled sadly, watching the small waves on the lake. “I’m afraid it’ll be a little trickier this time.”

He let go of the branch, scowling at her. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Huh?!”, she squealed, surprised by his sudden change of tone. His crimson eyes stared deep into her brown ones, eyebrows knit together, in that always grumpy expression that inspired authority.

“Answer me! Who the fuck are you?!”

She cleared her throat, unsure of how to respond. “U-Uraraka Ochako?”

Bakugou scoffed, not averting his gaze from her. “Are you fucking sure? Doesn’t seem like it.”

Her confused expression didn’t budge, annoying him to bits. “I… I-I don’t understan–”

“I know a girl named Uraraka. Annoying little bitch. She’s always wearing these stupid smiles every time I see her.”, he grumbled, making the girl next to him puff her cheeks in annoyance.

“Oh yeah? If you hate this girl so much why don’t you–”

“I’ve seen her done so much stupid shit, that sometimes I wonder how the fuck did this girl ended up in third place on the entrance exam. That had to be a mistake.”

She looked down at her hands, her bottom lip starting to quiver again. “I get it. You don’t have to be so mean.”

“She’s always letting her damn feelings get in her way, like some little kid. Never thinking before acting, like a fucking amateur.”, Bakugou’s voice was as harsh as his words.

“You can stop now, please. I don’t want to hear how stupid you think I am.”, she hugged herself again, gaze lost in her reflection on the lake.

But he wasn’t done. “I’ve seen her trip over her own feet more times than I’ve seen the sun rise.”

Uraraka got up from the grass, legs still a bit shaky. “Okay, stop it! I get it! I’m useless and stupid and–”

“I’ve seen her get herself in danger over the dumbest things!”, he got up too, not letting her run away. They were only inches apart, her back facing the lake. “She tried to throw three tons of concrete on my head once! Who the fuck does that?!”

Her gaze was fixed on her feet, hands curled up in trembling fists at her sides.

“Stop it.”

Bakugou scowled, getting even closer to her. “This one time, she lifted a whole truck to find some little brat’s doll! How stupid is that?!”

She tried to push him out of the way, a few stray tears already running down her face. “Let me go! Stop it, Bakugou!”

He felt his chest tightening again, but didn’t stop.

“She even jumped off a building once to try and save a fucking villain, even though her weight limit was almost running out! Isn’t that fucking crazy?!”

He had to hold her wrists now, to stop her from sending him floating out of her way. She struggled in his hold, punching and kicking what she could see, but it was no use.

“Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it!”

Biting his bottom lip, he locked her wrists with one hand, while forcing her to look at him with the other.

“And you know what the worst part is?!”, Bakugou’s voice resounded over her protests, her fighting slowing down for a moment.

His expression looked almost painful, eyebrows knitted and face heating up at the proximity of their bodies. But his eyes told another story. There was a whole storm of sentiment he kept inside, waiting for a moment to be let out. All the anger and frustration he had hidden deep within his soul, all the nights he had spent wondering what was missing. What kept him up at night?

“The worst part, is that I can’t get her out of my fucking mind!”

Her eyes widened, breath stuck in her throat. They were so close their noses could almost touch. He stared at her eyes, hoping she could understand everything he meant by just that stare. By the way she stopped struggling, he thought she did.

“At first, I thought I just wanted to fight her, but I was wrong! I was so fucking wrong!”, Bakugou’s face was incredibly red, and by the tone of his voice, it wouldn’t be a surprise if everyone on the fucking camp had heard them by now. He couldn’t care less. “I don’t want to see just a part of her, I want the whole package! The annoying one, the strong one, the broken one, I want all of them!”

Uraraka just stared at him in awe, face wet with tears, blushing twice as much as him. Her mouth opened a few times, but nothing came out.

He let go of her wrists, taking a few steps back and breathing heavily. It had been a long time since he had screamed like that.

“That girl may be annoying, and naive, and she might irritate the fuck out of me…”, he muttered, his eyes never leaving hers. “But i’m fucking crazy about her. She’s the bravest fucking girl I’ve ever met, and hell would freeze before she gave up on her dreams after the first obstacle.”

The girl blinked, running a shaky hand over her hair, trying to digest all of what she just heard. Her mouth was completely shut, not even trying to formulate an answer anymore.

Bakugou turned around, ready to leave her with her thoughts. He had no idea why the fuck he decided to confess all those things after barely acknowledging them himself, but what is gone, is gone. He felt mortified, furious at himself for spilling all his own issues over her when she needed help dealing with her own. All he could do now was to go on his way and let her think.

“Trust me in this, round-face. If you really are this girl…”, he looked over his shoulder, seeing her confused eyes and quivering legs. “… you’ll find a way.”

At this, he walked into the woods again, disappearing from her sight, leaving an even bigger mess in her heart than when he found her.

rainbowninicono  asked:

Scenario of izuku,katsuki and shoto's s/o dying and being reincarnated as a cat that always follows them around

This propmt is really nice and since I have some freedom with this, of course I made the death extra angsty. What can I say, I love angst. Seems I’m just not able to write anything positive, hope you still like it :D

*Todoroki Shouto*

No, no, no, no, this couldn’t be happening. He was holding you in his arms and his clothes were soaked in your blood. Todoroki had tried to stop the bleeding with his ice, but nothing was working. Your life was slowly draining out of you and there was nothing he could do.

“Sho-Shouto… are you… okay?”, you asked with a raspy voice.

“No, no, you’re hurt so I’m not okay. You-there is so much blood and I can’t-I can’t do anything, and you must be hurting so much and I-”, he stuttered.

“It doesn’t-it doesn’t hurt Shouto. I’m-I’m just… glad you’re unharmed.”, you smiled as blood started to drain from your mouth.

“No, no, no, (Name), stay with me, you can’t leave me, please don’t.”

“I love you Shouto.”, you whispered quietly.

“I love you too, I love you so much.”, he sobbed.

Then, as he opened his eyes, he saw the light fading from yours. You had stopped breathing, but you looked peaceful. Todoroki pressed his face to your chest and cried. He hadn’t been able protect you, he was supposed to be laying there. Not you, never you.

When the paramedics came to take the body, Todoroki felt numb, like nothing really mattered anymore. He released your body to the paramedics and just walked away. Todoroki didn’t care about the fact that they wanted to take him to the hospital. He just went straight home and showered. In the shower he noticed it, the blood. All over him, and no matter how hard he scrubbed, it didn’t seem to go away. The water was always a shade of red. No matter how light, but it was. A little reminder that you were no longer there, that you were gone, and you’d never be back.

The next few weeks of Todoroki’s life felt like a dream. Everything was so unreal. The funeral, the grieving classmates and family, all of it. He couldn’t concentrate, and he was tormented by nightmares of you dying, again and again. But something in the middle of the chaos had peaked Todoroki’s interest. It was a cat.

The cat seemed to be everywhere. In the school, at his house and on everywhere he went, like it was following him. One day Todoroki decided to take a closer look at his follower. He squated down, and tried to lure the cat to him. The cat tilted it’s head and looked at him, then it padded to Todoroki. It pushed it’s head against Todoroki’s streched out hand and purred. Now that Todoroki had gotten a closer look at the animal. He realized something. The cat had the same colored eyes as you and it’s fur was the same color as your hair. Just a weird coincidence, right? But the cat even had a familiar scent, it smelled just like you. The cat was weirdly comforting, but it was just a cat. A cat, that had a weird resemblance to the person he had loved more than anyone. A cat that was now comforting him more than anyone had manages since you had died.

*Midoriya Izuku*

Izuku was thrilled, he was supposed to come to your place, since your parents would leave for the night. When he got to your house, he ringed the doorbell, but no one came to open the door. He ringed again and waited. Still no one. It was weird, you were supposed to be home. He decided to test if the door was locked. Midoriya barely had the chance to touch the door when it opened with a creak. It wasn’t even properly closed. He had a bad feeling. Midoriya stepped in cautiously. The house was dead quiet and dark. No lights on, like no one was home. That’s what it was, you just weren’t home. His bad feeling was for nothing, right?

Midoriya headed to your room first. He stopped dead on his tracks once he reached the door. There was blood on the door handle. He ripped the door open without hesitation, and dashed in. You were lying on the floor, covered in blood and all kinds of injuries, but you were breathing. Just barely. Midoriya dialed the emergency number, and explained the situation. He tried to keep his cool, but he was so scared for you. You looked like you were in a really bad shape.

The ambulance took a surprisingly short time. The paramedics hurried you to the hospital. They didn’t let Izuku ride with you, so he ran the whole way to the hospital. When he got there he slammed his hands on the front desk.

“Where is (Full Name)?”, he panted

“Are you family?”, the nurse asked.

“Well kinda. Just please, tell me.”, he pleaded.

“I’m sorry to inform you, that she didn’t make it to the hospital. She died in the ambulance, the paramedics did what they could, she was in a very bad condition.”, the nurse said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Midoriya’s mind went blank. You were dead. No, that was wrong, he had just seen you. You couldn’t be dead, it just wasn’t possible.

“Oh, thank you for telling me.”, he said quietly.

Midoriya walked away slowly. It felt like the whole world had gone quiet. He couldn’t hear anything, everything seemed to move in slow motion. The only thing he could think of, was that you were gone, forever. He wished he could turn back the clock, but he couldn’t, no one could.

When Midoriya gor home, he ignored his mother completely and went to his room. He locked the door and sat on his bed. Midoriya took his pillow and hugged it, then he cried. Quietly and for a long time. He was pretty sure his mother banged his door at one point, but he couldn’t bring himself to open it. He would explain all of this to her tomorrow, but for now he just wanted to be alone.

The days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months. Your funeral had been held, and people were grieving. Midoriya wasn’t paralyzed by the sadness and heartbreak anymore, but he was still feeling down. One day when he was leaving from school, he noticed something. There was a cat sitting in front of the school gates. Now that he thought about it, the cat had been doing that for quite sometime. It had started showing up after your death.

“Pity, (Name) would’ve probably liked you.”, he said as he kneeled to pet the cat.

It purred and butted it’s head against Midoriya’s knee. Now that he got a closer look at it, the cat’s fur was pretty much the same color as your hair, and it’s eyes were also a same color as yours.

“Weird.”, Midoriya muttered outloud.

The cat tilted it’s head and looked at him like with a quetioning look. Just like you always did.

Midoriya decided to leave. The cat probably belonged to someone who lived near the school. He walked home and everytime he glanced behind him, the cat was there. It was following him. Like some kind of a guardian angel, watching over him and making sure he was alright.


*Bakugou Katsuki*

No amount of shouting and cursing would make the situation any better. Bakugou knew that, but he couldn’t help it. He was angry. Angry at you, angry at himself and most of all, angry at the villain, that was now laying unconcious on the ground.

“(Name)! Stay the fuck awake, you ain’t dying here, you hear me.”, Bakugou growled.

“I don’t-I don’t want to die.”, you sobbed.“ it hurts, Katsuki it hurts so much.”

You were cluthing to his shirt, you were sobbing and whining and you were clearly in pain.

“You’re not gonna fucking die!”

“I-I want to say some-something to-to you.”

“Fucking tell me then.”, Bakugou grunted.

“I lo-love you Katsuki. I love you so, so much.”

“I fucking love you too, and you’re gonna get throught this shit.”

“I’m happy to hear that.”, you smiled with tears rolling down your cheeks.

And as the tear dropped to Bakugou’s hand, you were gone. You weren’t breathing anymore, but you were smiling. It was like the time had stopped.

“Why the fuck are you smiling, huh? You’re dead. Why the fuck are you smiling!?”, Bakugou growled at you. “Answer me dammit.”, his voice faded.

Bakugou could hear something move on his right. His eyes darted at the cause of the sound. It was the villain, the one that had killed you. Why was he still alive if you weren’t, it wasn’t fair. Bakugou allowed his rage to take over and he dashed at the villain. He wanted to kill the guy, and he would have, if Kamui Woods hadn’t restrained him.

“Let me the fuck out from this thing! He killed (Name), I’m gonna murder that asshole.”, he yelled, but it was all for nothing.

Bakugou was taken home. He marched straight to his room, giving his parents the finger when they tried to ask what was going on. He needed to take his anger out on something so he started to blow stuff up and throw them around. First his table lamp was throw through the window and his books followed. He blew up his table and when room was in to total chaos, he sinked to the floor. He was huffing and grunting, but also crying, just a few tears managed to fall before he wiped his eyes agressivily. For the first time in his life he had told another person he loved them, and now that person was gone. His love was gone and all that was left was heartbreak and anger.

A few days later, when Bakugou left to school, he noticed something in front of their gate. It was a cat. A small, fluffy cat.

“Get outta my fucking way.”, Bakugou growled at the cat.

The cat just stared at him with eyes that seemed awfully familiar. They were the same color yours were. The cat’s fur was a match for your hair too.

“What the fuck?”, Bakugou grunted.

The cat seemed to furrow it’s brows, not that it had any, but that’s how it seemed. The cat reminded Bakugou of you.

“Come here you fucking fluff.”

The cat walked to Bakugou and he picked it up. It butted it’s head to his neck and purred. The cat was warm and soft, and made Bakugou feel a bit better for some reason. He walked all the way to the school with the cat in his arms, and even when he placed it to the ground, it continued to walka after him.

“Tsk, do what you want, fucking stubborn.”, he muttered.

The cat meowed and followed him inside like some little bodyguard. Bakugou liked the cat and he had a feeling he couldn’t stop it from following him anyway.

Drunk

“Hey Mitch, what’s up?” You questioned, picking up your phone.

Your stomach clenched. Harry was out with some friends having drinks, and getting a call from his friend at two a.m. rather than from Harry himself didn’t set right with you.

“Is Harry okay?” You asked quickly, not giving time for Mitch to respond back with a greeting.

“Yeah, he’s fine. Just really drunk, I don’t think he should drive home and honestly, I don’t think he can order himself an uber without falling up the steps. Do you want me to bring him home or do you want to come get him?” He asked.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You had tried to stay awake for Harry when he arrived home, but failed and had fallen asleep about an hour before.

“No, we aren’t on your way home. I’ll come get him. Did you stay sober?” I asked, sitting up from the couch, grabbing my shoes by the door and sitting back down to slip them on, holding the phone between my head and shoulder.

“Enough to drive home. You don’t have to worry, your boyfriend on the other hand…got a little crazy.” He spoke with a slight chuckle.

Harry never really drank and got crazy that often but when he did, you never really got upset. He deserved it, he works hard.

He had invited you that night, actually begged you to come with him, but you just weren’t feeling it.

“I’m on my way, I’ll be there soon.” I spoke, grabbing my keys off the marble island that was in the middle of the kitchen.

“Okay, thanks (Y/N).” Mitch spoke, saying a goodbye afterwards and you both hung up.

Turning on the radio and pulling out of the driveway, it wasn’t a long ride before you got to the club.

You could see the lights and hear the music before you had even gotten out of your car.

“Hi, I’m just hear yo pick up my boyfriend.” You spoke to the man that stood, guarding the door.

It occurred to you that most tv shows made these people to be big, and tough but the man standing in front of you was nothing of the sort. Short, skinny and lanky.

He nodded, stepping inside and letting you in.

The lights and music made it somewhat hard to find Harry at first, not being able to scream for his name since the music was practically making your whole body shake.

The lights going on and off and many other colors, made it look like people who didn’t even look like your boyfriend, look like your boyfriend.

Finally, Mitch and Sara spotted you, after you saw them, they waved you over.

You felt odd, wearing only leggings, a tee shirt and running shoes while every other girl in the club was in tight short dresses that let everything hang out.

“(Y/N)!” Harry exclaimed happily, looking at you with a look of awe.

He was defiantly drunk off his rocker.

“Harry, how much have you had to drink?” You asked, almost yelling in his ear so he could hear you.

His lips were wet, plump and pinker than usual.

His eyes held nothing but happiness and a little wild look in them, clearing having a good time.

He had some sweat on his forehead, which you figured was from his dancing and heavy drinking he had done.

“Mmmmm, maybe fo’ or five.” He spoke, smiling at you like a child.

“Harry mate, you’ve had at least 7. I think 3 of them were shots.” Mitch spoke, a hand on Harry’s broad shoulder.

“C'mon H, let’s go home, yeah?” You spoke, tugging on his uncovered tattooed bicep slightly.

“Alright. Bye chasm.” He giggled, laughing at the small joke he had just made.

CHASM was each one of the band members name, and Harry himself had come up with it.

The rest of the band laughed, and said goodbye to us.

The ride home wasn’t quiet to say the least. Harry sang along loudly to every song that came on the radio, even slow hands.

Laughing, I put the car in park. Wanting nothing more than to just go back to sleep, and give him water and headache pills in the morning, which I knew he was going to need once he woke up.

“C'mon Harry.” I spoke, opening the door for him since he was still trying to get off his seat belt.

Rolling my eyes in amusement, I leaned over and did it for him.

“I couldv’ done that yeh know. Just wanted you to d’ it.” He spoke, smiling.

“Okay Styles. C'mon, can you walk?” You asked.

The stumble that he did as soon as he stood up told you no, so latching on to him as you got him into the house and locked the door behind you.

You both got up to the bed room safely, which felt like the biggest accomplishment in the world at that moment since the only thing Harry seemed to be able to do was breathe correctly.

Setting him on the edge of the bed, you went to the closet, quick to get him a pair of red vertically lined pajama pants and a white t shirt.

“I’ve got it love.” He spoke, standing up.

“Maybe not.” He giggled, as he fell back into the bed.

“C'mon, arms up.” You insisted. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt that he was currently wearing, and tugging it over his arms.

Humming came from his throat, and he broke out into song, only this time it was just random lyrics.

Laughing to yourself, you gave him the pants.

“I’m gonna get you water, you can lay down and put these on, right?”

He nodded, still smiling and singing before leaning back.

Walking back into your shared bedroom, Harry was already laid down and under the cover, his pants laid at the end of the bed. Picking them up, you put them in the dirty laundry before handing him the cup of water.

Drowning it down like you figured he did the shots tonight, laying back down next to you, and wrapped his arm around you.

“Thank you love. I love youuuuu.” He sang.

You gave a giggled and snuggled into him.

“I love you too Harry. Now, go to bed.”

Panic Cord (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Part 2!

Originally posted by whattheendoftheworldlookedlike


A/N: YALL IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK TEN YEars!!! But finally, part 2 is here! I love, love, love the Coney Island Wonder Wheel! If you’ve ridden it, I’m so jealous of you haha! :D I hope y’all like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️

EDIT: I also accidentally posted this on the wrong account lol. Sorry about that!

Warnings: Panic attacks. A lil bit of angst. Fluff? (:


“No way,” you gasped, placing a hand on your heart. “You know Tony Stark?

Bucky let out a small laugh. You really wished you could see his face. The arm that was wrapped around your shoulder tightened as you walked. Even Alfie stopped walking and peered up at Bucky questioningly.

“Tony’s well…he’s Tony. He grows on you after a while.” You nod, still trying to process that this mysterious man who you’ve only known for a week, not only knew Tony Stark -he lived with him in the Stark tower. You’ve never seen it, as you moved to New York long after it was built. But from what everyone says, it’s phenomenal.

“So are you like a cousin or brother of Tony?” you ask, fiddling with Alfie’s leash.

“God, no!” He chuckled. “At least I hope not.”

“Then why are you living with him? If you don’t mind me asking.”

You couldn’t see it, but you could sense the tenseness the question caused. You pulled your hair behind your ear, your cheeks reddening with embarrassment. You had zero intentions of offending him. What were you thinking asking such a personal question?

You turned to him and opened your mouth, prepared to apologize, but before you could get a word out, Bucky cut you off.

“We’re uh…sort of working together.”

Your eyes widened. So…he was an Avenger? You tried to contain your excitement, but you didn’t need eyes to tell you were failing miserably. Somehow you managed to catch a date with an Avenger, despite being blind as a bat.

Being the little chatterbox you were, you found out quite a bit about Bucky Barnes. He was twenty nine years old, quite a few years older than you. His favorite color was royal blue and his favorite food was pepperoni pizza with pineapples. He absolutely adored dogs, much to your delight. Somehow Alfie, who tended to be completely wary of strangers, had warmed up to Bucky in only a few short hours since they’ve met.

However, there were some things that you found out that weren’t from verbal interactions. You pretty much survived on your sense of touch, and you were a master at finding out the hidden facts about him. You discovered that Bucky was at least six feet tall, the way he held you close to him gave it away perfectly. You were able to rest your head on his shoulder perfectly.

Another thing you found out was that Bucky was on the muscular side. Like, really muscular.

When he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and you leant into him, you could instantly feel the hardness that was his stomach. The guy was built like a brick house, but you were nowhere near complaining! You couldn’t wait to run your hands along it.

The thing you liked the most was his hair.

When he bent down to tie your shoes for you, which was the sweetest thing on this earth, you couldn’t help but run your hand along his hair, taking in each and every strand into your fingers. It was a bit longer than you expected, but that only made him more attractive. You quite liked guys with longer hair, it gave you more to touch, more to see without your eyes.

You concluded in your brain that James Buchanan Barnes was really freaking attractive, and there was absolutely nothing that could change your mind.

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The carnival he was taking you to was located on Coney Island.

You’ve been there before, but of course you couldn’t tell without hearing the ferris wheel. You always dreamed of how it looked. Was it as huge as everyone said it was? Did it really light up each night? You always wanted to ride it, but given your grandmother’s protective nature, you were never allowed to as a child. As you grew into an adult, the chances seemed more and more unlikely.

“What’s with the long face, doll.” Bucky whispered into your ear.

You bit your lip to stop the stupid grin that spread on your face. Jesus, you felt like you were in middle school again.

“It’s nothing, really.” you dismissed, feeling Alfie’s tail hitting your legs repeatedly.

“Y/N,” he pressed, placing his chin on your shoulder. “You haven’t stopped smiling the entire time until now. What’s bothering you?” Gosh, were you really that easy to read?

You could feel his hands along yours, playing with your smaller fingers. It was so distracting, jesus, but you couldn’t find it in you to tell him to stop. The fact that his lips were only inches away from yours only added onto your longing.

“I just…I’ve always wanted to ride the ferris wheel, but I can’t.” you admit.

Immediately, you feel one of his hands in yours, gently pulling you away from your spot. What on earth was he doing? You could hear Alfie’s paws hitting the pavement evenly, at least he wasn’t panicking.

“Where are we going, Bucky?” you ask, grabbing onto his shoulder with your other arm.

“To the ferris wheel, kid.” he laughs, continuing to walk with you as if it’s no big deal.

You planted your feet onto the ground, preventing him from taking you any further. You couldn’t go on there! What if you fell off? Grandma would be mortified if that happened. And Alfie, he’d be sent back to the shelter!

Slowly, you felt yourself growing lightheaded, your lungs felt as if they were being filled with lead. You didn’t know which way was up or down. Or even where you were anymore. But you could feel the ground beneath you now. Oh god, did you fall again?

“Y/N!” Bucky called exclaimed.

You felt tears pooling inside your eyes. You just wanted your grandma, she always knew what to do.

“Y/N?” You blinked at Bucky’s voice. It sounded less urgent than before, but you could still detect the fear from it. Bucky placed one of his hands on your cheek, lifting it up slightly.

You knew he was looking into your eyes. But it pained you even more that you couldn’t look into his. Yours weren’t anything, in fact, they weren’t pigmented at all. Everyone always said yours were just a milky grey that took in everything, but gave nothing. It wasn’t fair.

“I-I’m sorry…” You whispered.

“No, I’m sorry,” he said softly. You could feel a hand pull some stray hairs from your face and tuck them behind your ear. “I shouldn’t have pressured you.”

You gave him a small smile, holding out your hand for him to grab. You were expecting the normal, flesh hand that you’ve been holding throughout the day, but instead, you were met with….metal.

You’ve never pulled your hand away so fast in your life.

“W-what…what is…is that your hand?” you sputtered, backing away slowly. What was going on? You never felt anything metal throughout the entire time. Not even when you wrapped your arm around his. Were you hallucinating?

You could hear him inhale sharply.

You frowned, holding your hand out again. Whatever it was, you wanted to feel it again. Maybe it wasn’t metal, but something else!

But no matter how far you reached, you couldn’t feel him. In fact, you were practically crawling before you realized it. You could feel Alfie beside you, nuzzling his snout into your side. Where was Bucky?

“Bucky?” you called out, reaching your hand in front of you.

Silence.

“Bucky, where’d you go?” you called, standing to your feet. You held onto Alfie’s leash tightly in your hand. Oh no, did he leave?

You could feel the tears pooling in your eyes once again. Did he really just leave you? You knew you might’ve reacted poorly, but…you still needed to get home. You had no idea how to get back.

Wiping your tears with the sleeve of your sweater, you pulled Alfie along. It would take hours, but you had no choice.

You just hoped that Bucky was okay.

- FIN!

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