i was so close to buying on of these last night wish i had now

My friend learned the hard way to not answer the door to late night trick-or-treaters

by reddit user manen_lyset

We all have that one friend who’s not into the holidays. You know the one: won’t decorate, won’t dress up, won’t wish you a happy -whatever day it is-, and, though he’ll reluctantly agree to come to your themed party, he’ll stay in the back and scowl the whole time. In most cases, the hate is directed at just one holiday, whether it be Valentines, Christmas, Easter, or, hell, even arbor day. My friend Patrick? He hated Halloween with every fiber of his being.

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November Horoscopes

SCORPIO: You can remember every terrible thing that’s ever put its hands on you but recalling a small act of kindness can bring you trembling to your knees. Sometimes you have to fight back against your brain, against the voice that’s telling you that all you’ve ever gotten from the world is heartbreak and devastation. There comes a moment when you have to choose what to forget and what to remember, and that time is on the horizon. You’re running out of space in yourself for newer, softer memories. Don’t cast them away for those things that don’t deserve it.

SAGITTARIUS: Devote time to yourself this month. I know that sometimes every positive thing that leaves your lips feels like a lie and the people that surround you don’t always tell you that you matter, but you’re still whole. Nobody can take that away from you. Do you remember the last time you laughed so hard that your belly ached? I know that it often feels like you’re never going to reach that feeling of joy again, but you will. Don’t be afraid to cut out the people that bring you down. Your heart is not a toy or something to prod and subject to experiments. Act tenderly.

CAPRICORN: Lately everything that’s graced your tongue has been tinged with bitterness, which says more about your taste buds than it does about what you’ve been pressing to your mouth. It’s not always that the object or the person or the situation itself that’s bathed in sourness: sometimes it’s the way you’re consuming it. You have the tendency to take a perfectly sweet environment and turn it into something difficult to swallow, because whenever life comes easily to you a cloud of suspicion engulfs it. Give yourself a break from making things more difficult than they need to be.

AQUARIUS: Have you ever thought that maybe ghost stories fascinate you so much because of your inclination to play dead? It’s so much easier to be a spirit than to have one, to hide under beds and sneak around the issues: but what are you avoiding by doing this? Who are you hurting? I know that this is easy to forget when you’ve been not quite a person for so long, but everyone would much rather embrace your physical form than whisper disjointed fragments to an invisible, intangible body. Existence looks beautiful on you. You were made for color.

PISCES: You have maps with red pen marks littering your bedroom floor because you’ve only ever dreamt of being in a house that isn’t this one. That could be because you love traveling, but it could also be because you’ve never found a place you could comfortably call ‘home.’ I suppose this is a cliche that you’ve seen before, perhaps on a poster in a doctor’s office, but you have to become comfortable with yourself before attempting to navigate landscapes or else every location you visit will feel like a movie set. You’ll find your place eventually. Give it time to grow for you.

ARIES: It’s easier to make people laugh than it is to tell them how you’re feeling, and at this point you could be a stand-up comedian with all the practice you’ve had. I’m sorry that you’ve so often felt the need to hide behind a mask in order to make everyone around you comfortable. I want you to know that you’re allowed to be vocal about the things that make you happy, or the things that upset you. You don’t have to be afraid of asking for help, if you feel that you’re slipping off of the edge. There are so many hands outstretched, ready to lift you up.

TAURUS: You know more than anyone else how exhausting it is to tend to people that don’t deserve it but, for some reason, you keep doing it anyways. Perhaps it’s all become routine, or you’re comfortable with the familiar, however that doesn’t change that your average level of happiness is set on a sliding scale dependent on another’s attention. You define happiness with instagram likes and unremarkable moments: this has become commonplace. It shouldn’t be, but I think that you already know that. So, why are you refusing to believe that which you know is true? For what purpose?

GEMINI: Every dream that you have is short-lived because nobody’s ever told you that it’s okay to linger within a state of indecision. Not knowing what you want from the world has become a dirty secret that you bury in your laundry basket, praying it’ll magically clean itself. The hard truth is that it won’t magically become manageable, but it’s still okay to close your eyes, exhale, and contemplate your personal definition of desire. Stop taking into account the feelings of others when doing this: determine what you wish you could be, apart from any social influences.

CANCER: The smoke alarm has been ringing for days and you haven’t bothered yet to turn it off. There’s something incredibly intimidating about confronting your noisiest problems, and lately your solution to this has consisted of hiding under the covers with tattered photo albums and headphones. I’m not saying that you have to immediately tackle every issue that wanders into your life, but a plan of action is always a good thing to have. Set manageable goals for yourself and try your best to stick to them. I promise, progress will make you feel better.

LEO: So, another person let you down and you’re busy feeling sorry for yourself. You’ve fallen in love with how tragic your reflection becomes once you’ve cried every night for a week straight. Adopting unhealthy habits has become a game, like how quickly can you ruin your life before anybody asks how you’re doing. Maybe there’s something thrilling about being reckless, but trust me when I say that there’s nothing exciting about actively wrecking your chances for happiness. Allow yourself to heal. Stop punishing yourself for being alive.

VIRGO: Your to-do lists are all written in permanent ink which says a lot about how confident you are in your ability to get things done; this is to say that your list keeps growing at an incredible rate and you’re angry that you can’t keep up with it. It’s easy to blame it on your situation, and that definitely pulls some weight. But I think that a lot of this overactivity stems back to you and the way you hold yourself back whenever you get close to something you could love. Buy some pencils. Prioritize. Stop pretending that you need to save the world.

LIBRA: Spring cleaning has been over for months now but that doesn’t mean you can’t start a little later than usual this year. There are so many dust-covered boxes surrounding your bed that it’s making your allergies worse than ever before; you can’t remember the last time you slept through the night without waking up in a coughing fit because of what you refuse to throw out. I think you need to acknowledge that things are always going to be changing, both the good and the bad, despite how much you dig your heels into the ground. It won’t ever be the same. And that’s okay.

WRITTEN BY: CAITLIN CONLON

Skewered

Summary: You’re a doctor for the avengers and when Bucky comes in with a hunk of metal in his side you find that it’s not his injury that’s making you sweat.

Warnings: Description of wounds/blood, Bucky being shameless

Note: I’m overwhelmed by the feedback I got on my last fic! You guys are great! So for my second fic I though I’d try out Bucky, again I’d love any constructive comments/criticism.


“Incoming! Incoming!” Odette, the surgical tech assigned to you rushes into the room.

“How many?” you ask, looking up from the table where you’ve laid out your tools.The tech flushes. You sigh. “What type of injuries?” 

“Uh-hm..” the tech stutters. You turn around so you can hide your eye roll. “Dr.Cho’s been called in..” Odette says. 

“Thank you, Odette” You say and head to the sink to scrub your hands again. You are a top scientist working for Fury, and besides having your degree in engineering you’re an MD who specializes in general surgery. So whenever the reinstated avengers go on mission you’re put on call, which basically consists of you waiting in the med bay in case anyone needs to be treated. Usually the injuries are minor, the team are unparalleled in what they do, and you just end up patching up deep scrapes or bullet grazes. Because of this and the fact you have daily work at the Avenger’s compound you’ve become very friendly with the team.

Your palms start to sweat. Today’s mission was supposed to be high risk and it’s a bad sign that Helen’s been called in. With you and one other doctor on call her and her technology are only called in for severe injuries. The door opens and a battered looking Steve supporting an even more battered looking Bucky walks in. Steve helps Bucky sit on the examination table.

“Any more injured?” You ask, pulling on gloves.

“Scrapes all around, except for Sam. He’s badly burned.” Steve blows air out of his mouth. You look at him, his brow is creased in worry. 

“How badly?” You look at Bucky, he has a chunk of what seems to be jagged metal in his side, about two inches thick, protruding several inches from his gear. It seems to be a simple extraction job.

“Badly. But Park’s seeing to him”  Samuel Park is the other doctor in the compound “Dr.Cho’s supposed to put him in the new Cradle.I hope she gets here soon.”

You walk to the table and pick up scissors and a knife. “Odette, You should go assist Dr.Park.” the tech nods, and scurries out the door. Steve goes to follow but looks back at Bucky.

“He’ll be fine, go,” You say, and with that Steve leaves.


You look at Bucky. His eyes are already trained on you. It reminds you of the time Steve came in for stitches. His forearm had been split open. Bucky leaned against the wall in the corner of the room, he remained silent but his eyes followed your every move. Even when you looked at him he didn’t break his gaze. You assumed he was just being protective over his best friend. Bucky hasn’t said more than two words to you in the time that you’ve known him. Even after he started opening up and joking around with the team he remained oddly silent around you. You assumed you annoyed him. He had no problem talking with the others and even flirting with the research techs. 

You step up to him and start cutting away his gear. ‘Oops probably should have asked before I started cutting off his clothes’.Heat flushes down your neck and you stop your actions.

“Sorry, do you mind  if I cut away your gear?” 

“ ‘S fine” he says, voice low. You look up and you swear there’s a hint of smile on his face. You nod and continue. He smells of something metallic mixed with blood and sweat and a hint of….cologne…? As you cut away more of his gear you catch more of it. You try not to think about it. He’s handsome, the type of handsome that makes people do a double take. You try to ignore the broadness of his shoulders as his gear falls away, leaving him in a damp wife-beater. 

“Ain’t even the first date and you’re already tryna get me outta my clothes.” He rasps, startling you. You stutter and stammer, before deciding not to respond.

“Okay,” you say, taking a breath. “I’m just going to  take a look at this” You step in between his legs and inspect the metal shard. It looks worse than what you first thought it was. The shard is about the size of your hand and sticks out right below his rib cage, there’s a possibility that it might have hit some organs. There’s no exit point. Your heart rate goes up. Can a super soldier die if his major organs fail before his body can repair them? 

You wheel over your table of tools. You wish you hadn’t sent away Odette.

“Can you lay down for me?,” You ask.

“Of course sugar.” He says, piercing you with his stare.

You take a deep breath, feeling flustered. Did this man want to die on the operating table?

You cut away his undershirt and prepare some local anesthesia.

“I’m going to try to numb the area, but I don’t know how well this will work. I’m sorry I don’t have anything else on hand.” You don’t even know if anesthesia would work on him.

“ ‘S alright, darling I’ve been through worse,” He says giving you a small smile. You feel your face fall as you think about how true his statement is. You numb him and take a deep breath.You move to start extracting the shard when his hand shoots out and grabs yours. You stop yourself from jumping.

“You know there is something that would make me feel better.” Bucky says, voice gravelly.

“Of course, what is it?” You place your tools back on the table. ‘Maybe a special painkiller?’ you think.

“A kiss,” Bucky’s face stretches into a wide smirk.

You splutter “James…!”

“Bucky.” he supplies, smirk not leaving his face.

“Bucky….I uh….I don’t think that would be necessary for minimizing your pain.”

Oh I beg to differ darlin’“ He says.

You clear your throat and start to grab your tools again. Bucky says your name, pleadingly.

“Come on, ya really gonna deny a dyin’ man his final wish.” You roll your eyes at his dramatic tone. You fix him with your gaze.

 “You’re not gonna die Bucky.” 

“Here I am,bleeding out on your table, and all I’m askin’ for is one little kiss. Just one little kiss, from the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He looks at you from the corner of his eye “….before she slices me open.”

You sigh. One thing you know about Bucky Barnes is that he’s stubborn as a bull. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, his stubble prickling you in a not unpleasant way.

For a moment Bucky just looks at you, it seems like he’s crawling underneath your skin with that stare. Then he groans “Really sugar? Ya gonna try and cheat a man with a chunk of metal in his side?”

“I-I, uh” You stammer

“You really are heartless.” He sighs dramatically, closing his eyes.

You war with yourself for a split second, before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his lips. As you start to pull away Bucky’s hand comes up and stops you, and he deepens the kiss. His lips are surprisingly soft, his stubble scratches your face deliciously. Remembering the fact that he has a piece of metal in his side, you slowly withdraw. Bucky tugs on your lip with his teeth as you do so, which makes you have to turn around in order to regain your composure. When you turn back around, Bucky’s face is split in an ear to ear grin.

“Alright beautiful, cut me open, I can now die a happy man.”

You swallow, “Shut up James,” you snap, hating how your voice shakes. You pick up your tools and start to remove the metal. It comes out surprisingly smoothly, except for the last few inches. As you pull them free, Bucky starts to bleed. Way too much. The end of the shard is jagged. You try to contain the blood. But there’s just so much, you call for assistance and try to repair the damage.

By the time you finish you’re covered in blood. “Bucky, Bucky can you hear me?” You say, stepping close and touching his face, he looks drawn, pale.

“His pulse is faint. But it’s there.” Odette says. You jump, you forgot she had come in.

“Alright,” you sigh, blowing hair back from your forehead. “Guess we’ll wait.”


Bucky’s moved to a different hospital bed in another one of the rooms, and fitted with IVs. Steve understandably freaks out, with two close friends gravely injured within 24 hours it’s no wonder. Sam’s healed now, resting. You tell Steve to do the same and sit in a chair in Bucky’s room. The others wander in and out of the room.You know with his regenerative properties he’ll recover, but when six hours pass you can’t help but worry. ‘Why hasn’t he woken up by now?’ .


You blink your eyes open as a sliver of sunlight passes across your face. You squint, looking at the clock on the wall: 7 am. Damn. You finished patching Bucky up at about 4 pm last night. You had fallen asleep in his room. ‘I’m terrible at keeping watch’ you scold yourself. ‘What if he had worsened during the night?’ You look over at Bucky, only to find him watching you. You jump.

“Man you need to stop doing that.” Your voice is thick with sleep. You lick your dry lips, feeling self conscious. Standing you hear your joints cracking as you walk over.

“How can I help it when you’re always lookin’ so gorgeous?” He smirks.

“Shut up,” You say, pulling back the covers and inspecting his wound. It looks nearly healed. “How do you feel?” you murmur.

“Alright,” He says wincing slightly as you put pressure on his wound. He sits up, and you try to ignore the way the muscles in his chest and stomach flex. “I’d feel better if you’d let me buy you dinner, though” He looks up at you through his lashes. You click your tongue.

“You really are shameless,”

“Come on, it’s the least I can do after bleedin’ all over ya.” You look down at yourself, your scrubs are crusted in dried blood. You start replacing the dressing on his wound.

“You say that to all the girls who stitch you up?” You quip, avoiding his gaze.

“Nope. But then again I don’t spend six months building up the courage to ask those girls out either.” You look at him for a long while,saying nothing, and notice how red starts to tinge his ears and creep up his neck.

“Alright,” You answer finally giving him a smirk of your own.

Bucky lets out a huge breath, and chuckles  “Damn sugar, you really know how to make a man sweat, don’t ya?”


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play pretend || sebastian stan

Summary: What’s more humiliating than bumping into an old frenemy from the past at a grocery store, looking your worst? Luckily, someone comes to your rescue.
Warnings: None.
A/N: I found this laying around in my computer so I added some more to it and decided to post it. Hope you like it! Don’t forget to give me some feedback, much love xoxo

You weren’t pathetic. You were just like any normal adult, going grocery shopping on a Saturday night. It wasn’t like you were going back there just to get a glimpse of the hot guy that you saw roaming around occasionally. Really, if you just happened to see him then that would be a bonus.

That’s what you were trying to tell yourself as you were walking down the deserted cereal aisle. You couldn’t decide what kind of cereal you wanted, currently walking back and forth at a slow pace with a box of Captain Crunch in one hand while running a finger along the Cheerios box. You sighed, wondering why the hell it was so hard in the first place, to just pick a brand and move on with getting the ice cream that you’d been looking forward to all day.

You reached up to pick out the Cheerios, humming while contemplating what your pick would be.

“I’d pick the Captain Crunch if I was you.” An amused voice spoke up from behind, and you whirled around in fright.

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The Incredibly Moronic Prat Who Lived

Harry frowned when he looked down at the counter and was faced with his own biography, Harry Potter, The Incredibly Heroic Boy Who Lived (Twice!). When he accepted the job at Flourish and Blotts he never considered that he might have to sell books that were written about himself. Harry’s frown turned into a grimace when he realized that the customer buying this book would probably be starstruck when they realized that the one and only Harry Potter was standing on the other side of the counter.

But when Harry looked up to see the customer, he was the one who was starstruck. Because standing in front of him was Draco Malfoy. Unbearably attractive, adorably flustered Draco Malfoy.

“Potter,” Draco said, shocked.

Harry was too busy staring at the blond, memorizing every perfect detail of his face, to respond. He hadn’t seen Draco since his trial two years ago, and the last he heard Draco was in France studying to be a Healer. France has been good for Draco, Harry thought as he admired Draco’s no longer skinny, but fit body. Draco was also silently appreciating Harry’s appearance, but the blond had been taught that it was impolite to stare, so he broke the silence by clearing his throat. Harry’s eyes immediately flew to Draco’s face.

“Malfoy,” Harry said, his voice hoarse. “How have you been?”

“Spectacular as always,” Draco answered dryly. “And you?”

“I’ve been…” Harry searched for a casual way to say completely lost. “Fine.”

Draco nodded. Both boys seemed at a loss for words and Harry looked back down at the book on the counter. The book about him. That Draco was buying, for some reason.

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Masterlist - Updated 30/4/17

Originally posted by sebastiansource

- read my masterlist here . Please come and let me know your favourites -

Series

Training With Bucky - A series of connected one shots of what’s like to train with Bucky Barnes based off these headcanons here - Part 1

Ficmas - A series of christmas drabbles - Masterlist

Daddy Drabbles - A series of drabbles which detail the adventures of our favourite characters as fathers - Masterlist

100 Kinks - 100 kinky drabbles to celebrate Bucky’s 100th birthday (smut)

Front Line Love - Reader a nurse during WW2 finds herself at the same camp as Bucky. - Part 1, Part 2 (smut)

Riding in cars with boys - A smutty drabble series featuring all our favourite Sebastian Stan characters in cars, so come along for the ride. - Part 1: Carter

Bucky x Reader- Prompt drabbles

“I’m tired of being your secret”/“Sometimes, there is nothing better than some good old-fashioned, no string attached fucking” (SMUT)

“Will you just tell me the truth?”

“You don’t need to protect me”/“Didn’t realise I needed your permission”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

Bucky + knives + dirty talk (SMUT)

Under the table at black tie gala (SMUT")

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“Welcome to fatherhood”

“Stop being so cute”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“I’m not buying IKEA furniture again.”

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Christmas Miracles -- 1

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Merry Blogmas from bribe-the-door! Happy Holidays (and happy reading, too! xx)

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“Wha’ about this one?” Harry called over to you.

You turned to where his voice was coming from, but were only met with another row of trees. Snow was lightly falling around you, small puffs of the white stuff beginning to collect on the scarf knotted around your neck.

“Which one?”

“This one!” he yelled again, poking his head around the needles, grin plastered on his face.

The tree was a bit worse for wear than the others in its perfect row – its needles were already showing bare spots and the trunk was a bit crooked – but Harry was insistent.

“Harry…”

He stepped around the tree, arms crossed and lips pursed in a fake (and unconvincing) pout, “So what, she’s not as pretty as the others,” he turned back to admire his pick, “But she’s different!”

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Affair of the Heart

Affair of the heart

Word count: 11.4k

Genre: smut, angst

You were in love with your roommate Hoseok. Jimin knows your secret and wants to help you make him jealous.

Happy Birthday to my world and sunshine! Im not trying to cry but I hope my angel has the best day ever!!


You got home, to your shared apartment, after your morning shift. You hated being a waitress but Sunday mornings did bring in a big crowd. You think people who just got out of church were supposed to be nice but no. Everyone is cranky and wants brunch. Either way people tipped you well this morning and you needed to go buy groceries for you and Hoseok.

Hoseok, you thought. You wondered if he was awake. It was about two in the afternoon so you figured not. You knew he went out for a night of drinking with his friends. You also knew he brought a girl home last night. Mostly because you could hear everything they had done last night, well technically this morning. His room was across from your room and down the hall, that’s how loud they were. You could hear the bed hit the wall, the way she was screaming out for him, it was all too much for you. Especially his moans, they sounded so dirty and needy. You just wished they were for you, aching for you. Here you were in the kitchen writing a grocery list and getting wet thinking about Hoseok moaning.

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Just Pretend

Summary: “We make Jungkook jealous, we make him wish that he was with you all the time.” Taehyung says, “we make you look so incredibly fun, so ridiculously unforgettable, that it feels like the world doesn’t spin without you in it. It’s easy.” 

“You’re insane. See this is why we’ve never spoken before.” You say, half inclined to get up and leave now before Taehyung continues with his idea. But, your interest again, is bigger than you. “Wait, what would you even get from that?” 

“It would uh—-” he begins.

“It would what?” You say, leaning in closer, close enough for him to whisper it to you. 

“Oooh, Taehyung has a little crush on someone too, does he?” You tease.

That’s right, you fancied Jeon Jungkook, but you’re not alone in the world of unrequited love, and it just so happens that making people jealous often makes them fall for you. But what happens when you really make the perfect fake match?

Genre: Kim Taehyung Fluff, Angst and super mild smut suggestiveness

Words: 10.6K (10,662 words)

Originally posted by bwipsul

a/n: so it was a spur of the moment decision to write this fic, but the words college au and fake dating just seemed so perfect together that i couldn’t resist. i hope this mends any broken hearts and maybe breaks a few with the angst. lots of love, mo.

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Eccedentesiast (Part I) - Steve Harrington

Originally posted by markblackthorns

Part II

Working part-time at the movie theatre was routine, but having your childhood friend permit awful deeds wasn’t. 

Word count: 1,436 words.

Trigger warning(s): mention of the death of a sibling and car accidents. 


Your nostrils had become accustomed to the scent of kernel, your skin adapted to the unpleasantly chilly theatre, and even your hands got used to the powdered gloves worn during clean-ups. However, your patience only grew narrower every time you handled the cash register at the booth. There were several occasions where you wished customers shat out cash instead of bullshit — at least then you would have had enough money to pay off your family’s debt. 

It’s been around three years since your younger brother’s funeral, which took a toll on both your family’s bank account and mental health. Witnessing a car fully collide with a child’s body had left you with your own godawful share of trauma. Perhaps that was why you quickly became acquainted with Jonathan Byers once the news about his missing brother spread, although it was nothing more than a brief exchange of reassuring words. Steve made his dislike towards Jonathan abundantly clear, citing the invasive photos he took during the party. 

Despite being close friends with Steve Harrington since middle school, you’d been simultaneously scolding and comforting him for the past week. Last night, he expressed his frustration with Nancy and exasperation towards Jonathan, and it was no different to any other recent conversation. 

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“Titus likes you...too much” - Older!Damian Wayne x Reader

I know I said I wouldn’t write anything until Friday or Saturday, but I just realized this story was done and for some reason I didn’t post it so why not post it now right ? So here we go. Specially written for @loverandomness2. Some fluffy love for the youngest Wayne boy. I’m sorry if you didn’t want an older!Damian and if that’s not what you wanted at all but…yeah, hope you’ll like it

PS : there’s a little surprise for @epickimmie somewhere in this fic. Hope it is ok that I did this.
PPS : Also, this story kinda became some sort of sequel to another story I wrote with Damian, which is here : The First time is serious business

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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It was early in the morning when Damian finally came home. Came back to you. 

It had been a few years since his father retired and Damian inherited the Batman’s cowl. Most nights, he was out fighting crimes in Gotham, though, since his dad’s younger years, G-city was way safer, and it often happened that Damian came home early, or sometimes, didn’t go out at all (besides, he still had the help of his brothers, and they took turn to watch over the city…so really, you often had times with him, even if he was also quite busy during the day, as he became Wayne Inc’s CEO as well). It didn’t mean that there wasn’t any work ever though, like tonight, a new guy who called himself the “Joker’s son” was menacing the streets, and Damian was exhausted as he finally came home…But really, more often than not, the city was now calm. 

Bruce was beyond happy about that, as he sacrificed his own life so others wouldn’t have to. Sometimes, when you went over to Wayne’s Manor (you and Damian moved in a penthouse in the heart of Gotham quite a while ago), you felt a bit sad for your father-in-law…But nowadays, seeing his sons happy sufficed to make him happier than ever since his parents’ death. 

None of his children still lived in the Manor, but, now that they were all grown up and understood some of the difficult choices he had to take (it took Jason a little more than his brothers to get it), they all “forgave” him for any mistakes he might have done while trying the best he could to raise them, and often visited him and Alfred. 

Besides, since a little while, a certain Selina Kyle finally decided to move in with him so, Damian’s father wasn’t lonely, and that was great. He could finally live his life, after all those years, after sacrificing his youth and health…Finally, he was at peace (or almost, as sometimes, he couldn’t stay away from the bat-computer and such).  

As Damian came in your bedroom, shoulders hunched with fatigue, rubbing his face softly, you couldn’t help but be happy at the mere sight of him. You guys all came such a long way since you first met him…You were barely ten years old when you first encountered the youngest boy in the Wayne family, and so much had changed since those times. 

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An open letter from Mateus’ Goblet Ward 12

And so I’m inspired to write my first, and hopefully only, tumblr post.

It’s come to my attention that certain cranky people are quite suddenly extra cranky about Mateus’ housing situation. That is to say: Mateus, which up until now has had the distinction of being the smallest server replete with open housing plots, suddenly has none left. This is in no small part due to the fact that SE has recently locked Balmung (among other worlds) and marked us as a “preferred server,” causing many from Balmung–which hasn’t even had so much as an apartment open in close to a year, if I understand correctly–to see us as the new promised land of milk and honey and housing. As such, we have officially unofficially been designated a secondary roleplaying server.

Do I feel sorry for Balmung’s housing woes? You know what–no. Not at all. They crammed something like 25,000 people on a server intended to hold about 7,000, assuming the population was appropriately spread throughout the datacenter. Which, okay. That was their choice! But people don’t seem to realize that it was a choice. Either you get to have the bustling community of dozens if not hundreds of characters everywhere you go and the rich market board full of any product you could dream of buying… or you get to have a small server with open spaces while tolerating an atmosphere I’ve heard described as “depressing” or even “skeletal” and a low-supply economy that may force you to be more self-sufficient than you’d prefer. They made their choice, and yet many felt entitled to have their bustling server AND open spaces of their own. SE did a fantastic job of obliging with the addition of apartments, which saw housing woes healed on basically every server but Balmung.

“But random internet person,” you say, “what does any of this have to do with Mateus?”

Many people feel entitled to own a house. They feel that even knowing there are only 2,160 plots (soon to be 2,880) on any given server, they can and should be allowed to go at their own pace and have free access to any content they like, including housing. They want a house of their own, but they don’t want to accept that lots of other people want it badly enough to work harder for it than they did. As such, when all the housing plots evaporate out from under them on account of people who wanted it badly enough, they get upset. And they find other places to direct their irritation–soandso is denying me a home–instead of directing it inward. At the end of the day, that upset person has had literal years to acquire a house of their own. Now that opportunity is lost, and it’s no one’s fault but theirs.

So Mateus is out of houses, and people are complaining because they feel like they lost out forever. That now they’re at the mercy of vicious plotflippers or camping for auto-demos. That this dream that hasn’t mattered to them enough to act on will now never come true.

“But random internet person,” you say, “what does any of this have to do with you?”

Well you see, fellow random internet person, a fair amount of the hate people are feeling is being lobbed toward myself and my friend, because people see something we did as very unfair. They don’t have the courage to speak to us directly about this, of course, but they talk a lot of crap behind our backs, and we’re not stupid and find out about it.

A little about me first, so you might perhaps come to understand why I care so much.

I’ve played FFXIV a long while. I had a legacy character from 1.0, but I restarted on Gilgamesh on zero-hour of 2.0 beta phase 4, in which any character you created was going to be carried over to the real game. I watched as it grew to immense proportions. You see, it had been designated the official BlueGartr and Reddit and, somehow, generally raiding server. Gilgamesh was where you went when you wanted to get shit done. I didn’t pick Gilgamesh for that reason. My husband was friends with some people who wanted to be there.

So it was crowded, and I wished it wasn’t. I didn’t really have a basis for comparison, though, having only really played on Gilgamesh in 2.0+.

I obtained a house in Gilgamesh when the subdivisions were first added, which was not long after they were first-first opened up from being FC-only to allowing for personal homes as well. My house was in the Goblet–ward 8 plot 54. Despite there being plenty of homes available to choose from, I chose the last ward’s subdivision quite on purpose, looking to carve out my own little sanctuary of peace and quiet. Well, a noisy FC moved in next door that liked to trample all over my fence and roof, so… so much for that. Still, I loved that house and put a lot of effort into the decor, which was tons of fun. I like to think I did a great job, but everyone thinks that, I guess.

So fast forward a bit–we’re in Heavensward now. I started a project that called for leveling an alt with the same name and appearance of my main. I picked Behemoth. It was still a big…ish? server, but it was nowhere near the size of Gilgamesh, and I finally felt like… I had been holding my breath without knowing, and finally I could breathe. So when a third alt was required for my silly project, I actively sought out the smallest, quietest server I could and transferred/fantasia’d my old legacy character there.

That server was Mateus, and to me, Mateus was perfect. Mateus felt like home. Random encounters with people were rare but incredibly friendly, and with Mateus’ inflated economy, I soon bought a home of my own with the money I’d made from PotD drops. For my home I chose a literally entirely empty ward. That first night, I watched the Moonfire Faire fireworks for hours from atop my roof, over a sea of empty plots, feeling at peace.

That screenshot is dated August 11, 2016. Less than a year ago. Housing was released to Free Companies on December 14, 2013, and expanded to allow for personal purchases on September 16, 2014. And yet, nearly two years after literally anyone could buy a home of their own, on Mateus, many wards of the Goblet were like this. Even the more in-demand areas of Mist and Lavender Beds had areas that looked like this.

Mateus showed no signs of getting bigger. At all. Homes were bought by whatever newbies were curious to play with them, and yet they were being demolished at roughly the same rate, as people streamed away from this “corpse” of a server toward the promised lands of savage modes and ex primals and real economies. Meanwhile I spent more and more time on Mateus, to the point where my small cluster of Gilgamesh friends were concerned that I was on the brink of leaving. Because to me, Mateus was perfect. Mateus felt like home.

Around this time, I got to chatting with a lovely person from Leviathan with whom I share some unique/niche interests. In September, we started alts on Mateus together, and we bought them houses together in the Goblet. Ward 12, plots 14 and 20, across the Brimming Heart from each other. We made a free company for ourselves, to share materials and gil, and when we leveled that up and saved up enough money, we bought ourselves the medium in the same area, plot 19.

We decided we really loved playing together–and that we really loved playing together on Mateus–so having no real attachments to Gilgamesh or Leviathan, we transferred our mains. And we bought them houses, too, once we were able to, seeing as how our savings had been wiped out by the transfer limits. But we worked together to earn the money, as we had the previous three homes, and we bought them. And we decorated all five houses together. Coming up with ideas, making lists, splitting up the work, placing things and playing with them until we got just the desired effect. It was the most fun we’d ever had playing this game. Our own tiny paradise, carved out just the way we liked it.

We finished those first alts to 60, and we started another pair. Because you see, our alts have a specific theme to them–a set of characters from this game, of which there are 15–and we wanted to have them all. It didn’t start out being about houses. We just loved making and leveling alts together. So I’d have 7 and my extra character for my side project, and she’d have 8. We had always planned it that way. And, well, we were only two houses away from owning all seven around the brimming heart, so we completed our collection when the second pair of alts hit 50.

Or so we thought.

We did some really amazing things with houses six and seven. Made rooms and scenarios unlike anything we had ever seen. Things we thought would be impossible with the items available in XIV. We had found our true love in this game, and it was decorating. We began to talk about what this or that character’s house would be like. When we wanted a break from leveling, we would pick a ward or five and ride around and look at every single house there. I’m serious, if you owned a house on Mateus at that time, we visited it. All of you.

The few other homes in our ward kept auto-demolishing. The mansion in 30 went first. We worked and saved and worked and saved, and it devalued and devalued for weeks, because there was no demand for it at all. We both had alts at 60 on another server–my aforementioned Behemoth alt, and hers elsewhere. We moved them both to Mateus and bought the mansion just before Christmas.

The next house to disappear was 27. That had been a cute little female elezen who always ran around in WHM AF, who was only like level 53ish… but one day their theretofore pristine chocobo stable stopped being cleaned, and a little over a month later their unsightly orange and blue default-colored house had evaporated. We only had three not-us neighbors left, and many of the other wards were in the same boat. We decided on an ambitious project given how disconnected our new mansion was to the Brimming Heart, where the rest of our homes were: we would claim the entire eastern half of the ward with our 16 characters, once they were all at least 50.

I mean, hell, clearly no one else wanted them. People were leaving, not moving in.

So we leveled and bought and decorated, leveled and bought and decorated. These homes were not just being claimed and left unused. They were, and still are, loved. We always go into a house with an idea. A theme. An intent. Furnishings are chosen with care. There are meanings in everything that no one will ever know but us. Symbolism. Look, we’re nerds, okay? The weirder it looks, the more symbolic its intent. Probably. These characters we’re paying homage to, we love them.

The next house to evaporate–and this was a huge surprise to us–was the mansion at 13. We knew for a fact the owner of 13 was still actively playing. He simply didn’t want the house anymore and let it go. He never did anything with it, so perhaps he just didn’t enjoy decorating as content. We knew exactly which character to put in it–someone who deserved a mansion but only had a cottage. Now that we had the chance….

So we took someone out of the Brimming Heart and moved him up there instead. And we were left with a hole where once there had been a sea of 17 beautiful matching black stone homes.

We wanted to fill the holes, and we still had so many ideas, and there were still at least a thousand empty houses on Mateus. That’s when started to make extra free companies and move certain characters around to new plots in order to expand on their ideas.

Today, there are no more plots left on Mateus.

But long before that happened, there were no plots left in Ward 12. We own 28 houses – 16 personal, 12 companies. Two of these thirty homes in the ward are not ours. We owned the whole ward even when this was posted, drawing sudden attention to the fact that this so-called corpse of a server had some meat left on its bones – food for carrion birds, should someone desire a feast.

And then SE closed Balmung and Gilgamesh, and Mateus was invaded. And suddenly, people care about Mateus housing for the first time in nearly three years. Suddenly, people think we are *the* worst people. Because how dare we enjoy the game in the manner we chose to enjoy it.

How dare we?

How dare you.

You, who finally deign to set foot in my home. You, who hated Mateus for all the same reasons I felt it was perfect. You, who would take away the last year of memories I’ve made with one of the best friends I’ve ever known. You, who don’t care about the fact that we have cultivated something unique, interesting, and amazing, because you feel it denies you the chance to throw up a hideous paissa wall and plop a chocobo stable and a garden plot in front of an otherwise unused black hole with Dragonsong screeching away in the background. You, with your head so buried in your cliques that you thought we came from Balmung within the last month and achieved all this thanks to SE’s allowance of free infinite gil transfers, not realizing we wanted to be here, that we love it here, that we worked our asses off for all this from nothing but the million gil each we were allowed to bring with us from our mains.

How dare you.

If you would look at something other than the placards in your impotent rage that the same FC tag is on a few of them, you just might notice you’re standing in one of the best goddamn wards in the entire game. But more than that, you might just realize you’re walking through the last year of our lives. You’re seeing what we love, our passion, our reverence, our teamwork, our achievement.

And you demand we just give it all up. Because suddenly, these houses that have been here for years waiting to be loved… suddenly, now, you want one.

No.

Anyway, you’re welcome to come look. We aren’t quite done. We have a few closed homes, even (to our shame) a couple of yards that still need done, and some homes that want for some added detail since the doubling of furniture slots. It’s all on hold for just a short while thanks to Stormblood. But we have ideas, plans… and we’ll be right back to our housing obsession when we’re done leveling our first few things to 70.

Please look forward to it. I know I am.

Final notes:

1- I don’t claim to speak for my friend. For all I know, she’ll be horrified I’ve posted this. If you take issue with anything I’ve said, take it up with me. My main is Seraph Altima.

2- We are not affiliated with any similarly named individuals on any other server. If you think you can send a tell to someone on Balmung and be speaking to me (or someone who can speak sense into me), especially after I’ve gushed about how much I love Mateus, you are an idiot.

3- As our houses are our passion, we are both happy to answer any questions you may have about our ward. Just talk to us.

4- While we do not roleplay ourselves, you are welcome to explore our ward and use it for any roleplay event or storyline you like. You have open and ongoing permission. If you take notice of the theme of our ward, you can see it’s a perfect place to go if you’d like to write something about your OC being tricked, lured, or tempted by something otherworldly.

5- I’m well aware I’m not going to change any minds with this. People will say “but we couldn’t save in time” or “but my friend just started” or “but if you love decor so much, why not give others a chance to love it, too.” But we built this together, and I’m not giving it up, and you’re not changing my mind, either. I just want my perspective out there, because right now we’re just being demonized. Every story has two sides.

6- If you really want someone to demonize, the people in Goblet 12sub – all those homes owned by FCless characters, whose homes are closed or, in some cases, entirely unbuilt – actually did what you thought we did. But you know what? Whatever. They still put the work in before those without homes.

Balcony Scene (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU): In which an impromptu performance of Shakespeare occurs at the foot of your stairs.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,558

A/N: @snugglebuck requested: Omg so I just say this prompt list and one of them was “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me” and all I could think about was ALIL and Bucky doing this or like even when the reader is at the top of a staircase and like even better when he’s drunk or something. This takes place between “The Honeymoon Phase” and “Jealousy”

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - I can’t thank you enough for always editing my stuff for me. 

Originally posted by sixsunflowersbloom

After what felt like an endless day of classes, you decide to treat yourself to a night off. In order to fully enjoy yourself, you change into the coziest pajamas you can find and take all of your best snacks out of hiding. Once you’ve gotten everything you need in order, you close the door to your room and turn off the lights. The darkness adds to the overall movie theater atmosphere that you want to create for your night of Netflix and relaxation.

You’re halfway through your second movie when your door flies open. The bright light from the hallway is a shock to your system and you cover your eyes automatically, blindly searching for the space bar on your laptop to pause what you’re watching. “What?”

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The Mistake (Epilogue) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The One With The Revelation”

Author’s Note: Welp, it’s here. I’m just as sad to see this series go as you guys. This has been one of the greatest joys to write and I want to thank all of you for loving it as much as I have. Your comments and messages have meant the world to me. My forever thanks is to @fillthevoid-stilinski for asking me to write this series for her. I never would’ve done this without your prompting, Em, and it has brought me endless happiness so thank you for being such a source of inspiration and motivation. I have a few more bonus chapters that will be listed on the masterlist for The Mistake, but this is the end. This is my version of “You got off the plane.” from Friends. Thank you all again. 

Summary: Stiles and Y/n spend her twenty-seventh birthday in a place that holds a lot of meaning to them both. They then return a year later to make a commitment to each other. 

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Epilogue 

Bonuses: #1#2 - #3 - #4 - #5 - #6 - #7 - #8Masterlist

Originally posted by kangolucanavari

You enjoyed the warm mid-May breeze blowing across your cheek, and what it meant: summer was coming again. You listened to the rustling of the new leaves above your head, shading you from direct contact with the warming sun, and you sighed happily. You laughed when you suddenly felt a rough and wet tongue wipe across your cheek. You brought your hands up to grab at the shaggy-haired dog, keeping him from drenching your face in spittle, then heard the jingling of keys getting closer. You opened your eyes and saw Cespedes standing right next to your head, panting and happy, then tilted your head back against the blanket underneath you, and saw Stiles jogging.

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anonymous asked:

can you pleeeease post some stories about/from OMD?

sure.

i’ll set the stage: picture a 5′6″ 80 year old man with giant blue eyes and shaggy white hair that is a mix between surfer bro and old man. he’s almost always wearing a jumpsuit and hasn’t purchased new clothes since the 80s or sometihng.

he called me at 11:30 PM when he knew I was in bed. he knew i was in bed because he had been talking to me through my bedroom window for an hour about how he is convinced someone broke into his house in 1949 through the bedroom window. he didn’t live there in 1949. i was like, OMD. it is my bedtime. i know you stay up until 4 AM and sleep until 2 PM every day, but I gotta get up at 7 for work. and he said, “i just had to tell you that i found a picture of my brother in law and i can’t WAIT to show you tomorrow” and then talked at me for 15 minutes (from 4 feet away - literally, our houses are really close together) about his brother in law who is now dead.

he’s lived on our street his ENTIRE life - he was born a few blocks down the road, moved a few blocks up the road as a teen, and bought the house in the 70s. he knows EVERYTHING about the neighborhood.

when i was moving in a few years ago, he sauntered out of his house and sat on the back of the moving truck uninvited, made a skeptical face, and shouted, “WHO are YOU!?” at me. my mom was convinced he was going to murder me for so long. i thought he was so weird at first and my mom was like “someday you’ll just be like, oh don’t mind dan, he’s harmless, he’s just my wacky neighbor” and it’s so true.

he casually drops the craziest stuff into conversation and i never believed him at first but i’ve been fact checking and EVERYTHING he says is true. in one of our first conversations he dropped that my house used to be a brothel and a sex worker owned it and that he was a millionaire and owned property in 5 different states and i didn’t believe him but it’s all true.

sometimes he brings me $5 giftcards to trader joes because he knows i like to buy cookies from there, but scolds me about eating junk food. he’s EXTREMELY healthy and goes to a naturopath. i wish i could post a picture of him but that would be creepy and he HATES the internet - he doesn’t even have a cell phone.

he doesn’t own any big knives so he will leave watermelons on my back porch with a note asking me to cut them in half for him. he always gives me half.

he calls me his favorite friend and i told him about being in a bad spot when i was a young teen and last night while i was talking to him through my bedroom window he said “I’m just really glad you didn’t kill yourself when you were younger.” and it made me cry lol. i love him a lot he’s my surrogate grandpa. he never married or had kids. he waits for me in my backyard when i get home from work almost every day and tries to get me to hang out with him but i usually just want to go inside and chill, i try to hang out with him as much as possible.

he told me he’d never had a birthday party before so last year i threw him a garden party and baked him his favorite kind of cake and some of my friends came over and it was great.

he also hates taxes, trump, the government, and goes to a bunch of neighborhood anti gentrification meetings lol.

Friends Part 4

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2643

Warnings: Fluffy, loads of Bucky being a cute pie some sexual innuendos and some sexual tension.

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing.

credits to the gif owner

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You take a sip of your coffee as you look at the computer in front of you; you are never going to understand why you accepted a job at the Stark Industries, sure they pay you really well but looking at budgets all day was starting to make you crazy.

To be honest, the budget in front of you is the least of your concerns, it’s been five days since Bucky went on a mission and you still haven’t heard from him. Usually, he texts you to let you know that he was alive and well. But so far nothing, according to Natasha they are fine but the mission is a lot more complicated than they anticipated.

You wish they would be home soon, you hated worrying much, you couldn’t sleep when you were worried.

You almost have a heart attack when you hear your phone ringing, you look at the id caller expecting it to be Dan but no it is Wanda. This is odd she never calls you “Hey Wan is everything fine?” Your mind goes to the worst scenario possible, afraid that something might have happened to Bucky.

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BTS | Reaction to Waking Up and Not Finding You in Bed|

*Jin*

You woke up to the sound of Jin’s chest rising and falling steadily. After the night you had you felt the need to shower. You unravel yourself from Jin’s arms and legs and quietly get up. You turn on the water hoping it’s not loud enough to wake him, you shower making sure to feel as clean as you can. While you scrub yourself you remember last night. They way Jin touched every part of your body, the trails of kisses he left, the marks on your skin he left behind. The love he showed you yesterday was all remembered every time you touched your skin. You wrap your arms around yourself, hugging yourself tightly wishing it was Jin’s arms instead of your own. After, washing your hair thoroughly you turn off the water but stay in the shower, not wanting to step out into the morning cold. But you do anyway, you change into one of his t shirts and his boxers. The clothes you feel most comfortable in.

You didn’t realize how hungry you were until your stomach growled. You make your way out of the bathroom and throw your clothes in the laundry hamper. Going through your room you see Jin still asleep. You start making your breakfast but seeing as it was almost eleven you figured Jin wouldnt be asleep for much longer so you make breakfast for the both of you. You hear the rustling of covers from your room so you tip toe to the door. Once you peek your head into the room you see Jin’s arm moving up and down trying to find your figure. He sits up with his eyes closed and brows furrowed, “It’s cold.” He whispers in a barely audible tone. You hear nonetheless and stifle a giggle. “Where is she?” He asks himself, still unaware of your presence at the doorway. He lays back down not before screaming, “Jagi!” No answer. “Jagiya!” You walk up to the bed and lay on top of him. “I’m right here” you whisper into his ear. He inhales the scent of your shampoo. “Mm, you smell good.” You laugh into his chest. “But don’t ever get up without me again.” You tilt your head up, “Why not?” He leans his head so that his lips are near your ear, “Because I would have joined you in the shower.”

*Yoongi*

He had gotten home late last night, you had tried to wait for him to get home but your eyelids were heavy and your body was wrapped in blankets. Sleep took over your body. You woke up the next morning on the bed in the arms of your boyfriend. It took all your might to get up, you didn’t want to leave but you really had to use the bathroom. You hope the shift in the bed wouldn’t cause Yoongi to wake up. Thankfully he stayed asleep, you rush to the bathroom. As you get out of the bathroom, you see Yoongi sitting up. “Y/N, come back to bed.” He mumbles. Trying to wake himself up he rubs his eyes, “I can’t sleep without you here.” He waves you over, opening his arms. You couldn’t resist his cuteness and walk over to him.

“I didn’t know you were clingy Min Yoongi.” A smirk appears on your face. He playfully lets go, lays down, and turns away from you bring the covers around his head so you couldn’t see him. “Yoongi…Yoongi” you gently shake him. “I’m sorry, come on your not mad are yo-“ Your words were cut off when Yoongi pulled you down with him. “Maybe I am. I just can’t be without you.” He smirks at your blushing face. You pull the duvet over your head to hide your blush. “Babe, I know I’m cute but that’s not what I want to do right now.” Laughing at his words you push his chest gently, loving the warmth it brings your hand.


*Namjoon*

The whole night you spent cuddling with Namjoon. His arms were the safest place you could ever be in. But right now his arm was the only thing constricting you of getting coffee. Coffee was your go to item in the morning. Once you wake up you would immediately go to make coffee or buy some at Starbucks but last night was the first time you slept over at Najoons place. He was so flustered and cute when you asked if you could spend the night. “Sl-Sleep over? Here? With me? But… But you don’t have any clothes. What about your toothbrush? And your comb?” You started to wonder if he didn’t want you to sleepover so you asked him. “No, no jagi. Of course I want you to sleep over, I just want you to be comfortable here.” “I’m comfortable anywhere you are.” After your conversation he lent you some of his shorts and one of his t shirts. You stayed up watching movies until both of you fell asleep.

By now your need for your morning coffee made you unwrap his arm from your waist. Getting up, you walk to his kitchen. “Where’s the coffee?” You whisper to yourself. You don’t know where he keeps his coffee. You don’t want to ask him because then you’ll have to wake him up. You open cabinets quietly trying to locate the container of coffee. After five minutes of looking for it you go to the bedroom to ask Namjoon. “Hey, Oppa.” You say while still on your way to the room. Once you reach the doorway you see him making the bed, perfectly placing the pillows on top. “I didn’t want you to get up.” You tell him as you make your way to him. “I can’t sleep when your not pressed against me.” You give him a kiss on the cheek and lay him down. You lean in for a kiss. His lips instantly move in sync with yours. A low moan comes out of his mouth and you knew the bed wouldn’t be made for much longer


*Hoseok*

He was such a heavy sleeper, you wouldn’t think he would get up for anything. Your phone started to ring, picking it up you look at the caller id and see that it was your sister calling. She still didn’t know that you were in a relationship, let alone with Hoseok. You get up from the bed without any thought of being quiet. “Hey H/N, what happened?” You make your way out of the room. “How could you not tell me?” How did she find out? You didn’t tell anyone, as much as you are close you never told your sister because you didn’t want it to get out and affect Hobi. “W-What are you talking about?” She sighs on the other end. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a boyfriend? I tell you everything and yet you don’t tell me anything.!” You always wanted to tell her, she was your best friend. Every time you had a crush or a problem you went to her. It was easy having someone close to your age always around but when you met Hobi at the theatres looking lost you couldn’t help but help him. After that he started learning more English and you started learning Korean. You couldn’t tell her because you were scared she would judge you because of the language barrier.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that when we first met each other we couldn’t understand each other or his friend had to translate everything for us. I know you don’t understand how people can have feelings for someone else when they have no idea what the other person is saying.” “Y/N, I don’t understand. How did you become affectionate towards him if you can’t understand him. How did you get to know the real him? I don’t get it, is it only because he’s attractive?” A tear starts rolling down your cheek. “How could you think that? I’m not a shallow pers-“ Before you could register what happened, Hoseok takes the phone from your hand and puts it on his ear. “Yes, hello. Yeah this is Jung Hoseok. Y/N’s boyfriend. I don’t know what you’re saying but don’t make my girlfriend cry I love her very much. Oh you’re her sister, I don’t know how you treat each other but sisters aren’t supposed to make each other cry.”

*Jimin*

You had a hard time going to sleep last night. You always got a little bit of sleep and that would worry Jimin. Hed feel so bad that he could fall asleep so easily while you would stay up trying your best to sleep. The noise from outside distracting you, filling your mind with so much noise that sleeping wasn’t an option. The lights from the sidewalk, illuminate your boyfriends sleeping figure. He looked so peaceful when he was asleep. You quit trying to go to sleep and get up. You thought you would go running to tire you out. You put on your running shoes and head out. The world seemed at peace during nighttime. It was the natural state of things, the sound of the wind blowing, the moonlight illuminating the dark night, it was a beauty you fell in love with.

But on restless nights like tonight you couldn’t help but loathe that beauty. All you wanted was to sleep with your boyfriend. With his arm draped around your waist and his body close to yours giving you warmth and protection. You turn around ending your midnight run before getting a call. “Y/N.” The groggy sound coming from the other line tells you that it’s Jimin. From the sound of it he hasn’t been awake for long. “Go back to sleep, I’m heading back.” You hear nothing but his breaths through the phone. Thinking he was asleep you go to end the call, “Y/N. I need you here. I want to help you sleep” Oh, Jimin. How did I ever get someone like you? You think to yourself. “ Okay I’ll be right there.” You get to your house and find your way to the bedroom where you see Jimin with a cup of chamomile tea and warm fuzzy blankets. “Here. I won’t go back to sleep unless I know that your sleeping right beside me.” He pulls you into bed and tucks you into the fuzzy blankets. “Jimin. I love you.” You say while yawning. “Shh. I know just go to sleep.” Your eyes felt heavy with the need to sleep. Right before your eyes fully close and the darkness pulls you in you hear, “I love you too.”


*Taehyung*

The coldness of the morning overwhelmed your body, Tae has hogged the covers again. You tried to get another cover but he had stopped you. “Y/N, you’ll get warm with my body heat.” You sighed,”You always take the covers, even if I sleep right next to you.” He pouted and crosses his arms,”I promise. I won’t take the covers. Sleep next to me please.” You admit defeat and stomp over to the bed, laying down next to Tae. He loves the way your body fits into his, as if you were made for each other. The warmth of his body is the last thing you feel before plunging into the ever so sweet state of sleep.

“Tae. Tae, give me some cover.” You try everything to wake him up but he won’t. “Tae!” An exasperated sigh comes out of your mouth. “Now I have to get up and get a cover. I had told you that you were going to steal the covers away but you promised so I took your word. I should have known that you were but you were pouting and acting all cute and I couldn’t take it. Why? Why do I love you so much? Why must you do this to me? Ah, I don’t want to get up but I’m cold and it’s all your fault. You even wrapped the cover around your legs. That’s a talent you know. Fine, fine I’ll get up. But only because I’m cold.” After your rant, you get up. On your way back with one of your extra covers you hear laughter coming from your room. You walk into the room seeing light from Taehyung phone. “hy do I love you so much? Why must you do this to me? Ah, I don’t want to get up but I’m cold and it’s all your fault. You ev-“ That was your voice, your rant that was playing on his phone. “Tae? What is that?” He looks up at you with a boxed smile and laughs. “I don’t know, you tell me what this is and why you were talking to yourself.” You leap onto the bed and wrestle him for his phone. He puts his arm up while your on top of him. “Tae give it to me. Or delete it.” “How about I do this instead?” He closes the gap between you to press his lips against his. You feel his smile through the kiss, “Why do I love you so much?”

*Jungkook*

The sounds of Jungkook’s game was enough to drive you insane but what really drove you over the ledge was him telling you that he would go to sleep after he finished his game. That’s was an hour ago and now it’s 2:30 in the morning. “Babe, I can’t sleep with the volume up. You can play games but at least put on your headphones.” He paused the game and turned towards you. “I’m sorry. I’ll just play tomorrow. Let’s go to sleep.” He climbs in next to you. “I didn’t mean to get carried away. I just got lost in the game.” You don’t blame him, that’s actually one of the reasons you fell in love with him. He gets so involved in the game that he thinks he’s actually there. You understand at a certain degree. You loved books as much as he loved games.

He would listen to you go on and on about the current book you were reading and it was perfect. He listened so passionately, nodding his head in reassurance and you did the same when he was talking about his games. But yesterday felt unbearable, and now as you wake up while he’s still asleep you make him breakfast. The smell of coffee and French toast woke him up. As you take it to him, you see the smile on his face.

Proposition

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Summary: Jensen tries to convince the reader to be his pretend girlfriend.

Prompt: "You’ve given up being sexy a long time ago haven’t you?“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested by: @starswirlblitz


Work today was fucking torture. It was too long, too boring and filled with too many morons. You can only fake being nice for so long, it’s exhausting.

Trying to get into a more relaxed head space, you decide to pamper yourself a bit. You down a much needed glass of wine then take a soothing bubble bath. Soon after you throw on a black mud mask that clarifies, it’s weird looking but it works awesome.

Deciding to give yourself a pedicure, you pick out a dark red nail polish and get yourself settled on the couch. Finally feeling a little more relaxed, you breathe a happy sigh for the peace and quiet.

“Y/N!”

Son of a bitch.

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Day 1: My room turned into a ocean. I swear I found fishes and sharks swarming into my lungs. Or maybe that was the remains of you trying not to escape but desperately needing to
Day 2: You weren’t at school today and I should’ve been happy, I was more sad
Day 3: I thought I was ready to move on, then I saw you with her.
Day 4: We haven’t spoken in days now. My mind thinks its being shoved off a cliff.
Day 5: I wish it would just hit the bottom
Day 6: This will be the first weekend we dont hang out. I know you’ll be seeing her and I know youll be smiling without me. I’m trying hard to learn how to too
Day 7: I asked you for help on a history assignment and you replied with “Ask Amber im busy”. I texted back: “Tell Emma I said hi”
Day 8: You posted a video with her on the only social media site you have. When I saw it I erupted. I spewed lava every where, oh god its every where
Day 9: My mom made me sleep next to her on the couch. She was afraid I would try and do something like I did two years ago when another guy tore up my heart. I actually had thought about it
Day 10: I slept in your sweatshirt one last time so i can feel myself engulfed in you. I know you wanted them back so I had to feel you and smell you one last time.
Day 11: I gave you all of your stuff back and you thought I looked like a warrior but really I went home and tried getting you out of my bloodstream
Day 12: when will my eyes stop flowing?
Day 13: I snuck out with a boy and smoked weed on his couch. He talked about love and how much it hurt. I only pictured you.
Day 14: I woke up next to that same boy and I woke up screaming. The boy was worried and confused but I knew why I screamed. I imagined you laying with another girl on your couch. I ran out of his house so fast you’d think Id be better at running from you.
Day 15: Its spring break and im with my best friend and your with her and i swear i can feel you tracing her spine the way you used to trace mine
Day 16: I ignored your birthday and it felt worse than the puking i did that night
Day 17: Im treading icy water while you’re swimming away from me, I guess I just hope you’ll loop around and find your way back to the shattered, but still there, us
Day 18: I don’t remember the sound of your voice I don’t remember the color of your eyes I don’t remember your the taste of your lips
Day19: No amount of screaming gets your name out of my head
Day 20: I got on a plane today and when we took off I swear i almost walked to the door and started flying
Day 21: They say it takes 21 days fo break a habit but I think I just manage to fall more in love with a greedy monster
Day 22: I saw you today and wished you a happy late birthday and promised we’d watch the third Hobbit together. I’m beginning to hate myself more
Day 23: Its the end of the month maybe next month won’t be filled with thoughts of you and killing myself. i think im beginning to be over you
Day 24: april fools
Day 25: i think i understand now. when you first told me you loved me your mouth curled up on the edges, two days before you left when i gave my bare self to you your mouth was a straight line when saying i love you
Day 26: if you’re trying to kill me its working
Day 27: i woke up this morning to my blankets and pillows piled in a corner in my room. its something s ghost would do to make his presence known. im haunting myself. or maybe its the ghost of us tsking over my body
Day 28: its almost been a month since you told me it was never me. i almost texted you happy easter but i saw those text messages and just got angry
Day 29: I hate that you act like you didnt break my heart. i hate that you think im fine that im not writing a shit poem sbout your shit personality
Day 30: thirty days since you’ve wanted me. thirty days since i told you i love you. thirty days since you’ve slipped from my fingers. i tried catching you. you’ve been gone far too long. thirty days is too long
Day 31: i had a nightmare last night about you. you told me you loved me and kissed my forehead. i woke up breathing heavily and shaking. i want you out of my life
Day 32: running on no sleep isn’t fun
Day 33: ive been awake for over 50 hours in fear that ill see you in my dreams again. i cant risk that. it hurts so much. get out of my head
Day 34: my mother told me that love will do this. that its cruel and torturous and breaks you into such little pieces not even yourself can pick up all the pieces. you know where they all are, please come back and pick them up
Day 35: i talked to another guy last night we stayed up late and he asked me questions about you. we were sober so it wasn’t easy spitting up vowels and similies and euphemisms explaining the empty feeling in my chest after you left
Day 36: fuck if i stopped seeing you everyday i swear id be over you.
Day 37: my knee didnt touch your leg like it used it i promise i didnt do that fuck
Day 38: you told me that the wrinkles on my leg bothered you when i sat down. thats not what you said when we were trying not to get caught in the back of your car
Day 39: you told me you’d take me to prom and in two days itll just be another day you promised to spend with me. its funny how our plans turned to dust in a matter of seconds after cleaning
Day 40: the thunderstorm of us was inside of you and maybe that why it felt so close. i keep counting the seconds between the boom and light hoping you arent moving away buy i fear that you are already letting others feel your storm. the plants you grew are dying. maybe you should come back to water them
Day 41: ten days since its been a month since you left. i cried at prom because all i could look for in the crowd was you.
Day 42: i got so drunk all i could see was your face. the guy i fucked kept telling me his name wasn’t yours. i just screamed and cried because you’re all i still think about despite your efforts to continue to push me away
Day 43: i should be getting high today but if i do ill just write more and think more about a guy who will never care
Day 44: i think im trying to gain feelings for someone else because it’ll make moving on from you easier. im afraid to write that it hasnt
Day 45: you traces my leg like you used to. it was like dandelion tea. it made my insides fill with happiness. you’re my yellow paint.
Day 46: Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would put happiness inside him. He would consume it everyday in the hopes that it would bring his sadness to rest despite the fact that it could kill him first. i gues you were my yellow paint emphasis on the were. see im not going to write about you anymore, because when i write you down im under the impression that you’ll stay with the words but you don’t. this is the last sentence I’ll ever write about you

How BTS Would React to Their S/O Flirting with Another Member

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Request: Hi Raea~ Could you please do the boy’s reactions to their s/o flirting with another member and the punishment that would (or wouldn’t) follow :)

Jungkook

You two were at the album release party, and Jungkook had gone off to grab you drinks. When he came back, he noticed that Jimin had sat down beside you and was laughing with an arm on the sofa behind you. He took a seat on one of the bar stools a ways away from you and took in the scene, sipping his drink.  

Everything was bothering him, the way you had your legs crossed, the skirt riding up on your thigh, the way you twirled your hair, even the dress you chose that showed off your cleavage. When he saw you playfully put a hand on Jimin’s thigh, he downed your drink too and walked toward you, feeling himself heat up with anger.

Completely ignoring Jimin, he glared at you and said “Party’s over Y/N, we’re going home.” You got up and started walking toward the exit, Jungkook following close behind. As soon as you entered the corridor, you heard the door slam behind you, the sound echoing through the empty hall. Suddenly you were pinned against the wall, wrists above you with your furious boyfriend dangerously close to your face. “You’re such a fucking tease Y/N,” he muttered, cocking his head to the side with a smirk. “I think you need to be reminded of who you belong to.”

Taehyung

You two had gotten into a fight the night before and when Taehyung woke up he found that the bed was empty. Feeling worried, he looked around drowsily, putting on his hoodie and getting up to go look for you. When he walked upto the kitchen he found you, still in your little PJ shorts, standing on a little ladder and searching for something on top of the cupboard. He was startled to find that you weren’t alone. Jin was standing beside you, talking about some new recipe he had found. He was trying, and failing, to avoid looking at your exposed tummy as you reached for the corn starch. “Can you help me get down Jin?,” you asked shyly, arms full of baking supplies. You held onto his shoulder with one hand while coming down and when the ladder wobbled, Jin grabbed you by the waist to stop you from falling. “Thanks,” you said, smiling slyly. 

“Aish, this little shit,” muttered Taeyhung, smirking. 

You suddenly noticed he was there and put down the supplies on the counter. 

“Oh. Good morning.” you said, a bit coldly. “Jin was just helping me set up for the charity bake sale tomorrow.”

“Sure he was,” he said, cocking his head to the side. You didn’t understand why he was smiling, you had assumed he’d be atleast  a little annoyed, but instead he looked cockier than ever. “Well, I’m going back to bed.” he said, taking one last look at you and grinning before turning to go to your room. 

A few hours later, you ventured into the room, covered in flour and tired after a long day of cooking. Taehyung put down his phone and propped himself up by his elbow. “You did all that to tease me, didn’t you Y/N?” He chuckled and motioned for you to come to him. Sighing and thinking about how much you need a shower, you picked up the small towel on the chair and went and sat on his lap, wiping the flour marks off of your face. He took the towel out of your hand and did it for you, lightly running it over your features.  He looked so focused that you weren’t really listening to what he said. “Hm?” you asked drowsily, still following his eyes as they travelled across your face. Suddenly he flipped you over, hands pinned to the bed on either side of your head. “I asked you, did you really think you could get away with that stunt you pulled today?” 

“What are you talki-” you started to mumble, but seeing the way his expression had suddenly changed, you whispered a quiet “No.” 

“Good.” he growled, letting go of your wrists.  “I want to see you, on your knees in the shower, when I get in. Bad behaviour needs punishment.”

Jin

He thought having dinner with the boys would be a nice way to introduce you to them, but watching you flirt with Yoongi was not so nice.  He spent the whole night looking over at you two and wishing you’d talk to him instead. As soon as the boys left, he felt relieved, sitting silently on the couch and watching TV. Seeing you walking toward him, he got up to go to your room, not wanting to talk to you for a bit.

“What’s wrong Jin? You were so quiet tonight,” you said with concern, reaching up to loosen his shirt. He took your hand away and avoided looking at your face.

This was different of him since if something was bothering him he always made a big deal about it, yelling playfully, being the meme that he was. You knew you had hurt him tonight. “Jin, I just wanted to get to know your friends, that’s all,” you said. Looking down at you, his eyes darkened, and he started to walk toward you. His eyes, his height and his broad shoulders were suddenly intimidating to you, and you started to retreat until your back hit the wall. “I don’t care what you were doing, tonight, the only thing I want to hear is the sound of my name from your lips.”

Yoongi

Jungkook was the one who came on to you first, putting his arm behind you, and giving you looks that weren’t very innocent. It was incredibly annoying but Yoongi kept his mouth shut and just observed. What annoyed him even more was that you were responding to it, giggling and tucking your hair behind your ear while looking up at him from beneath your eyelashes. He sat beside you, one arm wrapped around your shoulders and turned your face to look at him. “I think you and I both know what you’re doing right now and,” slightly tightening his grip on your chin, he leaned in and whispered “you better watch yourself Y/N or you’re gonna be fucked all night long when we get home.”  

Jimin

He and you danced together a lot at home, and depending on the mood, it usually turned into something else. So, naturally Jimin loved watching you dance, but not tonight, because you weren’t dancing with him. He watched you move against Taehyung’s body, and seeing the way he was looking at you was making Jimin want to strangle him. He loved you both, Taehyung as his brother who he’d spent over the last 5 years of his life with and you, the love of his life, but what he didn’t want to see was you two together like this. He didn’t say anything right then, he just got himself a drink and sighed.

Back at home, you could tell that something was off so you questioned him while you were taking off your dress to change into your PJs. He came up behind you and pulled down the zipper slowly. “You can only dance like that with me Y/N.” he said, nuzzling his face in the back of your neck. You turned to face him and he walked backwards, his head cocked to the side, never breaking eye contact with you, and sat back on the bed. He played a Weeknd song from his phone and tossed it aside. 

“Dance for me Y/N,” he said in a low voice.

“What, Jimin I don’t know how t-”

“You could do it with him but not with me? he asked, his eyes flashing. You understood how he felt, so you got up and walked up to him slowly. He pulled you onto his lap. “This is going to be a long night babygirl.”

Namjoon

He came back from the bathroom to see you laughing with your head back, hand on Hoseok’s knee. You were leaning in to whisper something in his ear and Hoseok was grinning sheepishly, and suddenly Namjoon  felt a pang of jealousy in his chest.

When the two of you got home, he closed the door behind you quietly and said in a low voice, “Did you have fun tonight Y/N?” 

“Yes i think so,” you whispered back, looking away, knowing that he had seen. He lifted up your chin sharply.

“Oh, it looked like you were having much more fun than that, babygirl.” He smirked when you bit your lip, looking needy. 

“You’re not getting that satisfaction tonight Y/N. Bring me the paddle from our room.” he ordered.

“A paddle? Wha- Oh my god when did you buy a paddle what the hell-” He cut off your words by pushing you against the wall. 

“Do you want a different punishment then? I can think of alot of other things we could be doing.” 

“No, i-I’ll bring it,” you mumbled, finding his heavy gaze arousing. 

“Go. I want you across my lap in five minutes.”

When you started to leave, he grabbed you by the waist, and whispered into the nape of your neck. “You’re getting a spanking for every time his name left your mouth, I hope you’re ready Y/N.” He let go and you stood there thinking about how much you liked it when he got like this.

Hoseok

“Why won’t you talk to me Hobi?” you asked running up to him as he walked faster to move in front of you. To be honest you kinda knew why. Namjoon had been with you all evening, and you had let him, slightly ignoring Hoseok. You two were walking to your car, having left the party early per his request. Wanting to break the silence, you said playfully, “Wow why did we park so far away from the others, there’s literally no one here, it’s like an abandoned lot or something, God we’ve been walking for more than half an hour I-” You stopped rambling, when you heard him pull in a sharp breath. “Y/N I know you feel guilty and that’s why you’re mumbling so much, but I swear to god if you don’t stop trying to console me I’m going to bend you over this car and fuck you right here.” You stared at him and rubbed the back of your neck, trying to understand what he was thinking as he scanned you with his eyes. “Oh fuck this,” he growled, hitching up your skirt as he pulled you closer to him. “I don’t think your punishment can wait.”

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