if you look closely you can see his eyes move as well

Don’t Objectify Me!

Summery: Based on this Sinful Sunday Ask

Triggers: Smutty smut, Angry bucky, Dom(ish)!bucky (wasn’t my intention but it happened) Unprotected sex (Before you tap it, wrap it), Masturbation

Word Count: 1600+

A/N: I don’t wanna go to college tomorrow, also the inventor of coursework needs to fight me.


Originally posted by coporolight

‘Do you not fucking speak english?!’ You screamed over at Bucky. The two of you were meant to meet for dinner at one of your favourite restaurants after you had finished work. You booked a table there for 6, giving you enough time to get home and change before you got there.

‘Yes, I speak over 30 languages’ Bucky yelled back at you, taking off the gym clothes he wore to meet Steve earlier that day. According to your boyfriend you had said seven so he thought he could finish at the gym at 6;30 giving him half an hour to get ready. Only when he got home you sitting on the bed, all dressed up and fuming from having to wait for him.

‘Ok. I’ll say what I said to you yesterday is Spanish. Seis!’ your hair was pinned back and styled so you took it out, facing the mirror but you could still see his reflection.

‘You said seven!’ He was now taking off his hoodie and shirt. You were so mad at him but he looked so good.

‘I said six!’

‘No, you didn’t’

‘Why would I book a table at six then tell you seven? What, you think I want to spend quality time with my glass of fucking water’ you finally turned to look him in the eye, but he couldn’t look at you. For a second you weren’t sure if he was angry or upset. But then you heard the metallic whirring of his arm, it was very distinctive when he was angry 

‘I’m not doing this right now’ He turned away from you, his hands in the air. Then stormed off into the bathroom, slamming the door hard behind him.

‘Good. Fuck off then’

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BTS REACTION: You sing to them while they lay “asleep” on your lap

This took longer to write up than I expected it to but I’m happy with how it came out. Please look at my announcement about reaction requests. I’m going to take a nap now!!~ Here’s a strange mix of angst, fluff, and humor. Thank you for the request  

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S E O K J I N:

It’s been months since you’ve seen him. He just came home from their latest world tour. This tour and their win at the BBMAs has led to a massive increase in, not only their fan base, but the popularity of Korean music internationally. He’s been so busy because of this, so it’s nice for him to take some rest even if having his head on your lap limits your movement. Although he’s not really asleep, just enjoying your presence.

However, even with him so close you still feel lonely. You aren’t insecure about your relationship in anyway, it is just very difficult for you to not see him for months at a time. This is not something you will voice as you don’t want to make him feel guilty and no matter what, at the end of it all, he comes home to you. This realization alone fills you with overwhelming affection for the man on your lap. You lightly play with his hair, an adoring smile on your face, and start to sing very softly while looking at his peaceful face.

“A tornado flew around my room before you came

Excuse the mess it made

It usually doesn’t rain

In Southern California, much like Arizona

My eyes don’t shed tears but boy they blowin’”

He manages to successfully keep his expression still.

“I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you

Ooh no, no, no

I been thinkin’ ‘bout you

You know, know, know

I been thinkin’ ‘bout you

Do you think about me still?

Do you, do you?

Or do you not think so far ahead?

‘Cause I been thinkin’ ‘bout forever…”

Quickly, he brings your lips to his and smiles into the kiss because he knows that you are blushing from the realization that he was not asleep.

His head is still on your lap and he has a wide smile when he says, “Marry me.”

“You were supposed to be asleep!…Wait, what!?”

Originally posted by jjilljj

Frank Ocean “Thinkin’ ‘Bout You”

Y O O N G I:

Normally, you wouldn’t mind that he fell asleep on your lap. You know that he’ll fall asleep anywhere, every chance he gets. But you are quite certain you told him you had to get up soon to get ready to go out with your friends. You’re suspicious that he did this on purpose. He knows that you would never wake him up unless you absolutely had to, and going to the club at your single friends’ insistence isn’t really necessary. Especially since you don’t want to go. Clubs have never been your scene and give you a headache more than anything, unless you’re well on your way to getting drunk. You’re in a committed relationship now and it frustrates you that your friends don’t seem to understand your refusal to get shitfaced at a club.

You sigh and chuckle lightly to yourself, he thinks he’s so clever doesn’t he? You start to lightly tug on his hair to encourage his sleep.

He slowly wakes up and has to stop himself from smirking when he feels your hands running through his hair, mission complete. He hears you softly singing so instead of making you aware that he is awake, like he was going to, he pretends to stay asleep.

“…Maybe I know, somewhere

Deep in my soul

That love never lasts

And we’ve go to find other ways

To make it alone

But keep a straight face

And I’ve always lived like this

Keeping a comfortable, distance

And up until now

I had swore to myself that I’m content

With loneliness”

He cannot believe how soft you are for him, not that he is any better. He takes a small peek at you. When he’s sure you are looking away from him he smiles.

“Because none of it was ever worth the risk

But, you are, the only exception

You are, the only exception

You are, the only exception…”

You look back at him and see him giving you his gummy smile. With no hesitance and a deep sigh you simply say, “Fucking Yoongi.”

Originally posted by iechaan

Paramore “The Only Exception”

H O S E O K:

He came to you after his schedule was over, tired but with a large smile when you opened the door. It’s difficult for you to get him to rest when he’s visiting you. It makes him feel like he is putting more effort into his work than he is in your relationship. So maybe it was a little sneaky of you to have him lay his head on your lap and lull him to sleep with gentle hair stroking while you two are supposed to be watching a movie, not that you feel guilty about it. Good thing the control is within reach for you to lower the volume. He can sleep more peacefully that way.

When he starts awakening his first impulse is to complain about how sneaky you are, but stops himself when he hears your soft voice. Are you…rapping?

“…But now the hearts of moonlight hits, and we’ll just watch the stars dance

Attempt to mimic them until our little hearts can’t

Take anymore of that vacant ancient decor

And depart fast, and honestly, you look like Mozart sounds

You’re warm embrace compared to the cold, hard ground

The chicken noodle soup when I’ve been fretting sick in bed

It’s like expecting death and restlessness and then catching a kiss instead

You’re a myth that’s said to hide via love

An angel who was one thought to reside in skies above

You’re the sand between my toes when the high tide comes

Matter of fact, you’re the air that’s inside my lungs…”

You’re startled when he screams to the ceiling while moving his fists by his cheeks cutely, “AHHH!~ Y/N, YOU’RE TOO CUTE WHEN YOU RAAAAP!~” He makes you blush even more by showering you with kisses.

Originally posted by laurenj-hope

Atlas “Sand”

N A M J O O N:

As leader of the group, he feels really stressed whenever the boys mess around too much. Today is one of those days, therefore, you are doing your best to help him unwind. If that means having your butt go numb from the weight of his head and you sitting in a single spot for too long then so be it. He has done the same for you on multiple occasions. The difference being that he usually has a book in hand to entertain himself, meanwhile, your phone is charging in your bedroom and all books are out of reach. You softly play with his hair and can’t help the fond smile on your lips when he sleepily sighs in content. You start singing and completely miss the twitch at the corner of his lips.

“Come on over in my direction

So thankful for that, it’s such a blessing, yeah

Turn every situation into Heaven, yeah

Ooh, you are

My sunrise on the darkest day

Got me feeling some kind of way

Make me wanna savor every moment slowly, slowly

You fit me, tailor-made love, how you put it on

Got the only key, know how to turn it on

The way you nibble on my ear, the only words I wanna hear

Baby take it slow so we can last long”

Now he, like many other people, is tired of this song but hearing you sing it has a much different effect on him.

“Oh tú, tú eres el imán y yo soy el metal

Me voy acercando y voy armando el plan

Solo con pensarlo se acelera el pulso…”

“I didn’t know you could speak Spanish,” he says, giving you a dorky smile.

You stop all movements in shock before pushing him off your lap, “Puto.”

Originally posted by joonie-bts

Leo Fonsi & Daddy Yankee ft. Justin Bieber “Despacito”

J I M I N:

He is sleeping soundly on your lap and as you are stroking his hair your thoughts wander. You know that his insecurities, no matter how much he plays it off, are always present. Especially when it comes to his body. Nowadays he is doing much better but that doesn’t stop you from worrying. When you are around you make sure the boys eat well, however, you can’t do that when they are on tour. You are thankful for ARMYs who discourage him and Suga from going on diets and who are always asking if they have eaten.

You don’t want to think about the ones on the other side. They are not ARMY to you, not that your opinion really matters to them.

Looking at his face, you can’t help but marvel at how handsome he is. You love his jawline just as much as you loved his round face. You love his abs just as much as you loved his tummy. You love him just as much as you always have.

When he comes to awareness the first thing he notices is your soft singing. He opens an eye the tiniest bit to see you focused on him with the most admiring look. He closes it before you can notice, but he is absolutely stupefied by the way you are looking at him. He’s never seen that expression directed toward him before.

“…I’m so addicted to her

She’s the sweetest drug

Just enough…still to much

Say that I’m slippin’ I’m sprung on all the above

I can’t help she makes say

And just can’t think

Than to hear you sing

Baby when we do our thing

Oh baby girl girl you make me say

Sexy love

Girl the things you do

Keep me sprung

Keep me running back to you

Ooh I love

Making love to you”

No longer able to hold himself back, he surprises you by pulling you down for a deep kiss. He ends the kiss by pushing your head back a bit. “I love you,” he says.

You’ve never heard him say anything with such confidence before.

Originally posted by sunglow1004

Ne-Yo “Sexy Love”

T A E H Y U N G:

You two haven’t been dating too long, at least six months doesn’t seem like a particularly long time for you. You have a friend who’s been in a relationship for three years. Even so, you can’t remember the last time you had a relationship where you two got along so easily. In fact, it’s almost too easy. You’re scared that he will get bored of the simplicity, especially in comparison to his exciting life as an idol. Despite this fear, you won’t stop yourself from falling for him more and more everyday.

Looking at his sleeping face, you can definitely feel yourself falling. Just like how he can feel his heartbeat increase as you play with his hair, the fast pace keeping him awake.

“Settle down with me

Cover me up

Cuddle me in”

He’s never heard you sing before and he keeps himself still to hear more of it.

“Lie down with me, yeah

And hold me in your arms

And your heart’s against my chest

Your lips pressed to my neck

I’m falling for your eyes

But they don’t know me yet

And with a feeling I’ll forget”

“I’m in love now,” you both sing while looking into each other’s eyes.

Originally posted by kimtaehyung-gifs

Ed Sheeran “Kiss me”

J U N G K O O K:

Dating an idol is hard. Supposedly, you had known what you were signing up for when you said yes. In theory you were going to be fine, but in practice you are lonely. Still, you won’t ask him to stop following his dreams and you won’t give up just because it’s hard. Due to the difficulty of your relationship, you have learned to appreciate moments like these more. Him resting his head on your lap as you are playing with his hair.

Although you cherish these moments, you still long for the day when he will be yours. You are well aware that you and him are not ready for marriage but that doesn’t stop you from seeing you two getting married in the future.

He is breathing softly and that gives you the impression that he is already asleep when is just dozing off.

“I heard you’re scheming new pyramids

Another big idea to get you rich

Make a plan to love me sometime soon”

Your soft singing encourages his sleep.

“You said you got a foot in the door

You buy and you sell, you buy some more

Make a plan to love me sometime soon

Life’s too short

Death doesn’t ask

It don’t owe you that”

He drifts off more and more.

“Some things you lose

You don’t get back

So just know what you have

And make a plan to love me sometime soon…”

He falls asleep and dreams of a future with you by his side.

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Bright Eyes “Make a Plan to Love Me”

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Strength of Spirit- Part 2

Dean Winchester walks into your laundromat looking very much like your next one night stand. Instead, tragedy strikes, and you end up in the middle of a nightmare, with only Dean (and his brother Sam) to help you navigate it.

Part 1

Summary of Part 2: Dean gets you to safety. You find out what he really does for a living.

Warning: none for this chapter

Word Count: 1850ish

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve done a series that wasn’t just smut. I’m hoping we’ll all have some fun with it! XOXO

Your whole body was numb as you moved, not feeling the steps beneath your feet as Dean pulled you down the stairs of your apartment building and out onto the street. He didn’t let go of your hand until he dumped you in the passenger seat of a car.

That’s when the panic set in.

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anonymous asked:

Request~Hi so could you write down what the RFA boys +V and Saeren would do after sex, like in the morning when mc is sore since it was the first time, or how they wake up together in the morning? Thanks~^^

Oh lala~ 
(For the main 5 it’s before the after endings)
~Mod L

♡ Even the next morning he feels pretty elated at your guys’ night
♡ So the next morning when he woke up before you, his eyes just lingered over you for a while
♡ You’re just so cute he couldn’t handle it 
♡ He very carefully slid out of bed to not wake you up, and ran to the kitchen to make you breakfast in bed
♡ He couldn’t help but text Zen because this was his first girlfriend and such a big moment?
♡ There was a bit of gloating
♡ Regardless a while later he shook you awake with a tray with two perfect omelettes and two glasses of juice 
♡ When you sat up to eat you realized oh my god I’m sore
♡ And when you said that out loud Yoosung turned very red 
♡ But regardless you guys have breakfast in bed with plenty of cuddles

♡ Oh man the beast was out
♡ So when you woke up the next morning and turned to see your sleeping beauty you weren’t surprised when you felt sore
♡ You had to gently shake him awake so you could (playfully) complain about how sore he made you
♡ “Oh? Want me to make you feel all better?”
♡ Literally the first thing he says in the morning is a pick up line?
♡ It works
♡ After all that he got out of bed wanting to make you two breakfast 
♡ Then he realized wow his fridge is really empty 
♡ He went back to you to instead invite you out to dinner
♡ He was looking through the living room for the keys to his motorcycle when you came out dressed with his jacket on top
♡ Literally melts because omg you’re so cute

♡ Even after you had fallen asleep, Jumin found himself awake lightly tracing his fingers along your skin
♡ He was completely entranced by you, and was shocked when he noticed rays of light coming in the window
♡ Were you two really up that late?
♡ He chuckled before taking out his phone to text his chef to make sure breakfast would be ready once you wake up 
♡ Once he set his phone down he felt his eyelids grow heavy so he laid back down next to you and fell asleep
♡ When he woke up again he reached over for you and was confused when he didn’t feel you
♡ His heart started to sink until he heard a cheery little “Good morning~”
♡ You were sitting at the counter in the kitchen and could see him directly through the doorway
♡ He laughed before getting up and walking over, feeling his heart warm seeing you there in his shirt with a perfect breakfast laid out on the counter

♡ She was so tired the poor baby
♡ So she slept right through you waking up, making coffee and breakfast, and bring it back to the bedroom
♡ She was so tired you couldn’t even break yourself to wake her up, so you just fell back asleep with her 
♡ When she finally woke up she felt you in her arms and smelled the coffee and breakfast and swore she was in heaven
♡ She laid there for a moment, not wanting to wake you up
♡ After a while she brought herself to gently shake you awake
♡ You both just took a moment to enjoy this peaceful moment together before she sat up to get a drink of coffee
♡ For the rest of the morning you two enjoyed your cozy breakfast in bed before moving to the living room to watch some musicals

♡ Seven didn’t even know what time it was when you finally fell asleep
♡ You were asleep on top of him, and his hand was tracing patterns around your bare back 
♡ As he listened to your breathing, he realized that he was absolutely terrified
♡ He hadn’t made himself so vulnerable to someone else like this… ever
♡ He felt like he didn’t do enough for his brother, and not enough for the RFA after all the hacking, and now one of the most important people in the world to him was asleep on his chest
♡ He was afraid he couldn’t protect you
♡ Or that he would be the one to hurt you
♡ He took a deep breath, before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep
♡ When he woke up, he could hear you in the kitchen, cooking breakfast
♡ He rolled out of bed and threw a pair of boxers on before going out to meet you
♡ He immediately felt flustered as he saw you wearing his jacket ad seemingly nothing else
♡ “Sit down honey~ I’m almost done~”
♡ Soon after he sat down you sat next to him with both your guys’ plates
♡ As you leaned against him and you both started eating, he felt silly for being so scared the night before and enjoyed the breakfast with you

♡ When V finally woke up, you were asleep on his chest
♡ He could feel your breath against his bare chest, and his warmth pressed against you, and he thought he was still dreaming 
♡ He gently stroke your hair, humming to himself softly
♡ His eyesight wasn’t completely gone, as he could make out your figure
♡ He could faintly see your chest rising and falling with your breath, and your hair gently shifting around as he toyed with it 
♡ As time went by, he thought about you, and what kind of future he could have with you
♡ He felt kind of silly being so sentimental after one night together, but he couldn’t help himself
♡ As much as he loved your sleeping figure, he decided it was probably time to wake up 
♡ “Sweetheart… We gotta get up now”.
♡ He could’t help but laugh as you groaned
♡ “I don’t want to….”
♡ “Then we don’t have to,” he replied, kissing your forehead before closing his eyes again

♡ When he woke up the next morning, he stretched out before remembering you were sleeping right next to him 
♡ He quickly scrunched back up, watching you then quietly chuckled to himself as he saw you were still asleep
♡ He propped himself up on his side, and smiled softly at you 
♡ He deliberated about what he should do for you
♡ Like should he get up and make you breakfast? Should he just let you sleep? 
♡ This felt new and overwhelming, but he found himself enjoying this rush of being around you
♡ He wasn’t the best cook, so he figured he should wake you up and you two can go out to breakfast
♡ He softly shook you awake, and asked you out to breakfast
♡ When you happily agreed, he felt his heart jump a bit
♡ Although he didn’t express it very well, he loved each moment he spent with you and your night together just made that all the better

Bake the brownie, Claim a date (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

Title: Bake the brownie, Claim a date 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Tony believes that the team needs to get some bonding going. The lot of them got ushered into a small bakery and baking classes ensues. But a certain Baker catches Bucky’s eyes but would a little meltdown break off all his chances?


“I’ve taken it upon myself to set up a sort of bonding session for the lot of us.” Tony declared, walking into the kitchen as he headed straight to the fridge to rummage through.

His declaration caught the heroes scattered around the dining area off guard, causing silence to blanket the room. Natasha was the first to react with a bemused expression and chuckle.

“Well, I guess this is the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist trying to get the team together again after the infamous heroes’ civil war?” the Russian spy questioned with a large smirk hanging off her face.

Tony replied by rolling his eyes coupled with an exaggerated sigh, “Yeah, sure, if that’s what you want to call it.”

“Now, Nat you’re going to inform the Big guy and Arrowman. Wanda, get your twin to turn up. And you Capsicle, get Birdman and uh, Buck-, Barnes to come along.” Tony requested, his voice laced with a lighthearted awkwardness.

Steve let out a chuckle, his eyes shining with an appreciation for Tony’s awkward friendly gesture. He replied with a nod and a pat on Tony’s back as he walked towards the gym to pass his message on.

Wanda then remembered that Tony has yet to inform anyone about what this bonding session entails.

“So what exactly are we going to do to uh, bond? Is it not going to be another paintball or laser tag session right? Nat and Clint always win those.” she asked with a look of skepticism.

“Nah, we do enough physical work during missions and training session. Friday has brought to my attention that the only people in this tower that can properly cook are Bruce and you. And the food isn’t even good. No offense intended sweetheart. So, I’ve signed us up for cooking and baking classes at the little bakery down the street.” Tony replied, patting Wanda’s head.

“The bakery that makes those amazing bagels and to-die-for cheesecakes?” Wanda asked with sparkling eyes completely ignoring Tony’s jab at her cooking skills.

Tony raised his brows, smirked and gave her a nod.

It was quite a sight to see, the small hole-in-the-wall bakery jam-packed with residents of the Avengers compound. Monday afternoon was slow at best for the bakery, and besides the sweet old lady from down the street finishing up her tea and teacake, it was just (Y/N), the owner, her assistant and the group of superheroes.

“Hello, everyone! It is quite unnerving to have all of you here.” she greeted them with a light laugh, wiping her hand with a rag on the counter as she ushered them into the kitchen behind the sitting area.

Bucky has been feeling unnerved since Steve informed him of Tony’s team bonding plans. He’s grateful that Tony is trying to help him integrate into the group, but at the same time, he’s not too sure how he feels being out in public with earth’s mightiest heroes when he was a notorious killer in the past.

All of those thought flew out of his mind when he stepped into the tiny bakery. The first thing that struck him was how good the place smelled - buttery pastry with hints of cinnamon and citrus. As he was secretly attempting to take a deeper waft of the wondrous smell of the shop, a soft voice of (Y/N) snapped him out of his reverie.

He looked up his eyes immediately picked out the girl standing behind the counter, a pale blue apron around her as she gave them a breathtaking smile. Her eyes met Bucky’s and her smile grew brighter, eyes forming crescents, causing Bucky to break eye contact in embarrassment.

“So, I’m (Y/N), and I do know who all of you are, and I hope all of you would find this class useful!” (Y/N) introduced herself as she passed around aprons to the lot, fussing around the sizes.

“Is this all of you? We have nine here, and I need everyone to pair up alright? Let’s see, we’re missing one so one of you can come pair up with me okay?” (Y/N) suggested, walking back to her work station at the front.

Hearing what (Y/N) said, Bucky’s palms became sweaty as he played with the idea of asking her to be partners.  Steve has been trying to get his attention to no avail as his friend debated with himself internally.

At that moment, a loud crash came from the door leading to the kitchen causing (Y/N) to drop the mixing bowl she was holding. At the door was Thor who was decked in surprisingly regular civilian clothes that Natasha has very kindly got for him previously.

“Ah! There you are little bean!” Thor’s loud voice bellowed as the God beelined for (Y/N) and wrapped her in a one arm hug, lifting her slightly off the ground. Everyone looked on with confusion etched on their faces, and Bucky sported a frown, much deeper than it usually is.

“Oh, Thor! It has has been so long!” (Y/N) squealed softly as she returned the hug as best she could considering how tightly Thor hugged her.

“Don’t look so shocked, tiny humans! I come here every time I’m back in Midgard for those little tiny colorful treats she makes.” Thor explained, a loud laughter following.

“Now, we have an even number! Here Thor, take an apron and join your friends, she suggested, passing the God a pastel purple apron.

"What is this tiny rag of fabric you want me to put on?” Thor questioned with awe, dangling the apron on his finger.

Unhappy that Thor messed up his plans of asking to be (Y/N)’s partner, Bucky sulked and folded his arm in front of his chest. He looked on at (Y/N) who was helping Thor put on his apron, making him frown even more when he has tied his himself, kicking himself in his head for not thinking to ask her for help.

In no time, the group has started their class and (Y/N) was walking around the class giving out advice and compliments.  They were working on a brownie recipe that (Y/N) made with to sell in her bakery.

Bucky eventually paired with Sam, and Steve with Thor as the Captain didn’t want either of his friends feeling left out, much to Bucky’s dismay. Sam was relentless with his comments towards Bucky, and it was getting on the soldier’s nerves.

“Hey hey, Barnes, eye on the batter, man. Stop stealing glances at the teacher!” Sam chastised Bucky with a smirk, giving him a knowing look.

Bucky grew red-faced, and he couldn’t help his nervousness. His grip on the whisk tightened as he unknowingly bent the metal handle of the baking aid.

“Hey hey hey hey Barnes, WATCH IT!” the startled Sam called out, backing away from Bucky.

The commotion got the attention of (Y/N) that was a table away. Steve stifled at the scene and was worried that Bucky was getting emotional and may crack. It hasn’t been long since the whole civil war ordeal has passed and Bucky has returned home from Wakanda. Doctors and scientists were still in the works of finding a way to help Bucky rebuild his memories and moving past his brainwashing past.

When Steve was about to walk over to calm Bucky down, (Y/N) has already made her way and settled herself next to the soldier. The surrounding was silent, and even Thor was quietly looking on at the scene in front.

(Y/N) has placed her hand above Bucky’s clenched metal ones calmly and slowly rubbed her thumb over his. Bucky loosened his grip at the warmth that he felt through (Y/N) hands. His steely gaze softened considerably, and he looked down at the girl that was giving him an understanding soft smile. (Y/N) switched out the spoilt whisk and gave him a new one. Her hand cupped his and helped him with whisking the batter, the smile not leaving her face.

Seeing the shift in atmosphere, Tony started to loudly whisk his mixture, causing the lot to continue their loud chatters.

As the brownies settle into the ovens and got baking, the heroes settled themselves in the bakery with tiny cups of tea and an assortment of pastries in front of them. Bucky found a seat next to the window and was staring at the passersby when (Y/N) took a seat next to him.

“So, Mr. Barnes. How’d you like the lesson today?” she asked, her arm support the side of her face as she looked inquisitively at Bucky.

Bucky couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him as he replied, “Bucky. Please just call me Bucky. It was incredible, doll.” he blurted out the endearing nickname before he could stop himself causing both of them to blush a deep crimson.

The brownies were out the oven and cooled and (Y/N) has packed them into cute boxes, handing them out to everyone, most looking extremely pleased with themselves.

As (Y/N) was showing everyone out of her bakery at the promise of a coming next session, Bucky shuffled on his feet and stole glances at the Baker. (Y/N) noticed his discomfort and went up to him.

“Bucky, what’s wrong?”

“Uh, um, well, you see, are you, uh, are you free Uhm…” came Bucky’s mumbled an answer.

A broad smile broke on (Y/N)’s face as she realized what Bucky was asking.

“I’m free next Monday after the shop closes at 6. I live above the bakery. Would you pick me up at 7?” (Y/N) asked the grin on her face infectious.

Bucky’s reply came hastily, and he nodded his head and said yes a few times. (Y/N) let out a bubble of laughter as she pushed him out to join his awaiting friends.

“I’ll see you soon, and I’ll be in charge of dessert!” (Y/N) said as she waved them goodbye.

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My Burden: Part 1 of 2

So i made a prompt about an EF AU where Deckhand Hook and Dark Hook are one of the same a la Jekyll/Hyde split… and it wouldn’t leave me alone, so i made an attempt to write it. 

I hope you like it, if not, I tried lol. A very very special thank you to @teamhook for being truly inspirational. She gave me the encouragement to give it a go and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kind words. They really meant a lot to me. So this is for you. 

My Burden

SUMMARY: Emma falls for the shy deckhand, Killian Jones. But secrets are soon revealed and Emma finds herself face to face with his Darker self. The fight to mend the two halves of this broken man begins.


She’d never met someone quite like Killian Jones.

She’d been running an errand for Johanna down by the docks, collecting the herring she needed when she almost tripped over the man in question.

He’d been sitting on the edge of the pier, staring out onto the horizon when her legs almost collided with his back. She’d never met a man, much less a pirate, who could apologise so profusely for an accident that didn’t manage to happen.

His ears burned red and his eyes danced across the ground as he spoke to her, nervous hesitance in his speech. He intrigued her from the start, and a brave yet foolish move on her part had her asking him to carry the herring for her back to the inn where Johanna waited.

He was shy, introverted, polite; a complete gentleman in wolf’s clothing, so to speak. His garments were that of a fearsome pirate. All black and leather, harsh jewellery, kohl framing his eyes and a sharp, heavy hook braced on his left arm… but his manner was nowhere near the image he donned. Where other men would boast and brag or flaunt their egos before her, he remained reserved and unsure of himself. He was self deprecating; the meekest man she’d ever come across.

She couldn’t understand why people were weary of Killian Jones.

Johanna was the first to pull her aside when she entered the inn with the pirate.

“Don’t mix with the likes of him, Emma. He’s bad news, my dear. Trust me.”

But she ignored the woman’s warning and dragged the bumbling man to a table, sharing a bowl of fruit  with him and talking well into the evening twilight.

She found him quite often down by the dock, milling along the boardwalk where she’d greet him and make him blush before whisking him away to help her on her errands, or leading him around the village.

“So if your old crew abandoned you here, why haven’t you joined another crew?” she finally asked him as they sorted through a sack of potatoes.

He doesn’t answer, just simply shrugs and gives her a sweet smile before ducking his head and piercing a rotten spud to discard of. She’s rather glad that he doesn’t appear to be in a rush to leave.

It becomes apparent that merchant and pirate ships alike were less than reluctant to hire the poor man.

She assumed he wasn’t cut out for the seafaring life, thinking his mild, sensitive nature was deemed too weak for the rough living on board.

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(So here’s a little aftermath piece for the Pen Pal AU! ideas from me crying to @honeycombhenry and her consoling me with good goopey content)

“And this one,” Sidney says, pointing to a bit of smudged ink and glitter on the letter, “is from when I had to help Taylor with her art project. I couldn’t wash it off my hands. It was everywhere.”

“You help her a lot, might as well do project for her,” Geno says, adjusting Sidney so he can scoot up some more and Geno can rest his chin comfortably on Sidney’s curls. They’re both on Geno’s bed, the letters they’ve collected strewn about in a nest of memories. “I write that in letter, I remember.”

“I remember that one,” Sidney laughs. “I was so annoyed because I couldn’t just chirp you immediately.”

“With all the time on your hands, you still not think of good comeback,” Geno says, kissing Sidney’s hair. He eyes the, ‘Your handwriting sucks,’ on one of the letters, written in Sidney’s equally abysmal handwriting.

“I tried,” Sidney says, flipping through a couple more letters and looking at his own 10-year-old scrawl. “I can’t believe you kept all of this.” Like me, he doesn’t say.

“Is important to me,” Geno says softly. “I think that, you know, after hockey, I’m find this Sid in Canada.”


“Sometimes have not so good thought, think Sid maybe not want to see me, maybe he already have family. Is little bit weird if stranger show up to door like, ‘Hello, I’m pen pal from childhood. Please date me.’”

It is weird, but Sidney would’ve been immediately charmed anyways. “I would’ve gone on that date with you,” Sidney murmurs, closing his eyes and nuzzling Geno’s cheek. “I would’ve quit hockey if you didn’t talk me out of it.”

Geno hums, holding Sidney close. He parts Sidney’s hair a little, touching the faint scar there with two gentle fingers. “Scar still here. I’m worry a lot when you write me, say some kid high stick you on purpose.”

“I remember I tore a page out of the family atlas, the big one on the bottom shelf that no one really reads,” Sidney croaks out. “It was the one with Magnitogorsk. Whenever it gets too hard, I told myself that I could always run away and find you.” Sidney laughs, his eyes stinging. “I couldn’t even find your street address on the map. I just circled the damn city. I was just going to walk to Russia. I was really dumb.”

Geno rubs a steady hand on Sidney’s shoulder. “When I’m write that letter to you, that I love you, I’m feel like die because so scared. Drop mail in mailbox and run home, then check mail every day like idiot. Of course, no answer because family moved, and I think is maybe for the best.“

Sidney looks up at Geno, as he’d slid down to rest his head on Geno’s thighs; he might as well have been looking up at the stars, something that had once seemed so impossible to reach. “Did you cry?”

“Maybe little bit,” Geno admits, but he’s smiling. “I’m emotional guy.”

“Why didn’t you send me something from your new address?”

“I couldn’t,” Geno mumbles. “Maybe you not want hear from me. Not be bother. Thinking, have all these letters is enough.”

“Zhenya,” Sidney whispers, praying that Geno can’t hear his heart clamoring in his chest. He reaches up to touch Geno’s cheek, just as Geno leans into his touch. “Zhenya, can you kiss me?”

“Not have to ask,” Geno says, and does exactly as Sidney says.  

Not Funny - William Nylander

the ideal flirt-to-roast ratio in a relationship

for anon

lowercase intended

word count: 1003, I’m sorry :/

warnings: gets steamy @ the end, one curse

a/n: not so sure about this one either (or tumblr making it glitch out of format again). hopefully i’ll get back to writing longer imagines soon. i’m going away for the weekend and have nothing queued as of right now, but i’ll do my best to finish some more tonight and queue them up. of course, i’ll still be writing all weekend and on the long road trip :)

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you babysat a lot as a teenager. it was your unofficial-official job, taking care of the little kids in the neighborhood. and you’d loved it.

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A Court of Spring and Stars Pt. 2

Word Count: 2085


The wind hits my face in a rush, smelling of vanilla and roses as I fly through the dark, starlit skies. I shouldn’t be out so late, flying alone at such a late hour, but I couldn’t help it. I felt that tugging, that thing inside me telling me to go for a flight.

So here I am, flying in the dark with the strangely sweet-scented wind mussing my dark hair. I can’t pretend that it doesn’t feel good to stretch my wings and it’s not like I was getting anymore sleep tonight. Not after the dream.

I always have the same dream. Of a young girl running ahead of me, slightly-curly, blonde hair flying behind her in the wind, and singing. Singing such lovely songs, always different and always beautiful.

Sometimes they’re sad songs that make me want to wrap her in my arms forever and never let her go and other times they’re love songs that make me want to take her in my arms and dance with her, spinning her around for as long as she’ll let me.

But I never see her face at the end of these dreams.

I can’t pretend I haven’t tried to picture what she should look like and try to draw or paint her. It never worked out. I can only ever draw her running away from me. Maybe one day she’ll run towards me.

I sigh and turn around as I see the sun starting to rise.

I fly onto the balcony of my room in the townhouse in Velaris and quickly lose my wings. I collapse on my bed and go over tonight’s dream in my head.

It started out quiet, only the crickets humming, then I heard it. Her lilting, silvery voice faintly singing.

You’re the lullaby
That’s singing me to sleep
You are the other half
You’re like a missing piece

I raced after the voice, trying to find it’s source. I ran so fast I was sure she could hear my feet slapping from wherever she was.

Oh my love
Oh my love
Oh my love
You don’t know
What you do to me

Her voice was louder then, closer. I thought I saw a strand of golden hair a few feet away, disappearing into the treeline.

You are all four seasons
Rolled into one
You’re like the cold December snow
In the warm July sun

I saw her then. Her golden skin, her long silky hair, her petite form, the light blue dress that flowed behind her.

And she was running again, but not towards me.

I’m the jet black sky
That’s just before the rain
Like the mighty current
Pullin’ you under the waves

That song. If only she had slowed down. If only I could have caught her. I would pull her close and show her just how true it was.

Oh my love
Oh my love
Oh my love
You don’t know
What you do to me

Slow down. I chanted in my mind. Slow down. Let me catch you. Let me see your face.

I nearly caught her, my hand slipped through a wisp of golden hair.

That was the end of the dream.

I sigh and look out my window only to find that the sun has completely risen. Time to head to breakfast.

I stroll out of my room and downstairs, admiring the paintings that hang along the walls as I go. Most are my mother’s and only a few are mine. I’m afraid my artistic skills aren’t as on point as my mother’s but I love painting and sketching so I continue.

I pause briefly when I catch a glimpse of the only painting of my mystery girl that I ever let my parents see.

The painting features the young girl running away into a deep, emerald green forest with golden curls and a plum dress flying behind her in the mystery of the dark of night - most of the dreams are set in the middle of the night - a shower of stars shining above her head.

I only showed them that one because I thought the plum dress made her match with the night making her look like a wisp or spirit of the night. They were so proud, my mother’s eyes shown and my father thought it deserved to go next to her works of art.

When I step into the dining room Aunt Nesta slaps a heaping plate of blueberry pancakes and syrup with a glass of milk at my usual seat at the table.

“Eat, now.”

I smile and salute her. “Yes, ma'am.”

She glares but sends me a smile as I sit down and dig in, barely tasting the pancakes before I swallow them.

“Please chew before swallowing. If you choke, your mother will kill me.”

I nod, but keep eating them the way I was before.

Uncle Cassian walks in and his eyes widen while his mouth makes an ‘o’ shape, “Where’d you get those?” then his eyes find Aunt Nesta. “How come you never make me blueberry pancakes?”

She shrugs and says, “I didn’t know dogs ate pancakes.” but even as she says it I can see love glinting in her eyes.

He pouts at her and she rolls her eyes, walking into the kitchen. She returns with a plate for him too.

He digs in and mumbles, “I knew I loved you for a reason.”

She snorts. “I love you even though you never make me blueberry pancakes.”

He looks up from his plate. “I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to the pancakes.”

She cocks her head. “Well then, looks like my darling nephew is the only one getting pancakes from now on.”

I chuckle as he narrows his eyes at me. “I’ll fight you for the right to the pancakes.”

My mother’s voice floats into the room, “Please don’t fight my son over pancakes.” I look behind me and see my parents standing in the doorway watching us with amusement.

I stand and walk my now finished plate to the sink in the kitchen and stride back to the dining room. I nod my head towards my parents. “You ready to go?”

My father rolls his eyes. “As ready as I can be.”

My mother gets a far-away, pained look. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for the Spring Court.”

I always hate when spring comes if only because it reminds my mother of her time at the Spring Court. She sometimes gets these sad looks and has different nightmares than her usual ones. This visit is going to be horrible for her and it’s really going to test mine and my father’s control. I might actually try to kill the High Lord because of the shit he put my mother through. But we need this, we need to try to fix the strained relationship between our Courts.

I look up from my thoughts to see my father cupping my mother’s cheek and looking deep into her eyes. Sometimes they stare at each other for hours, not talking just staring. Their mind-speak gets creepy sometimes, but I know that right now my father is telling my mother about how we’ll always be right next to her and how much he loves her and how much her children love her.

That’s right, children. I’m the oldest of three. Everybody thinks that my mother being human before being High Fae makes her able to conceive easier than a normal Fae. My younger siblings are twins. Stella and Aedon, Aedon was named after my mother’s father, they’re only eight years old and they’re total pests. Aunt Elain and Uncle Az are going to watch them while we’re gone.

I walk up to my parents and place my hand on my mother’s shoulder. “Mom, we should probably go.”

She nods and turns away from my father to face us all. “Do I look scary enough?”

She’s wearing an all-black, quarter-sleeved dress that shimmers like diamonds in the sunlight whenever she moves and she has her hair up with her crown tucked into it. She likes to think that all the black and the crown makes her look scary, but I think it just complements her and makes her look prettier.

But I indulge her. “If you looked like that when you used to scold me I might I have run away screaming from your terrifying appearance.”

My father winks over her shoulder, casting an approving glance at the comment, as my mother smiles and kisses my cheek.

She grabs my hand and my father’s hand, ready to winnow out, but stops and glares at my aunt and uncle, “Please don’t destroy our house while we’re gone.” and we winnow away.

The darkness pulls around us and I marvel, as I always do, at the magic that sends us to a completely different place in seconds. I see starbursts in the darkness and suddenly we land in a room decorated in emerald green and gold tapestries and rugs.

As I survey the room, I feel something tugging, the same tugging I feel that makes me fly in the middle of the night. Tugging me towards the furthest side of the room.

I see a man with a sneer on his face seated in a throne on a dais. Tamlin. High Lord of Spring. Abuser of my mother. My fists curl of their own accord before I can stop them. I’ve never seen nor met this man before but I want to bash his face in.

But then I see her and I freeze, unable to even let out the gasp that clogs my throat.

A young girl standing with her back to me. Golden curls spill down her back and her tan skin stands out against her pale pink gown.

I’ve seen that back a thousand times. Always running away from me. Always in a dream.

I hear my mother’s voice pierce the silence of the room.  "Hello, Tamlin, it’s been awhile.“

I feel my father’s eyes on me and I know he’s already compared this young girl to the one in the painting and wants to know how exactly I painted someone I’ve never met. Well, I want to know how I dreamed of someone I’ve never met.

But then the girl turns around and I swear I forget how to breath. I’m seeing her face for the first time and I swear she’s an angel.

She keeps her head down but I can still make out her facial features. Her sharp oval face looks full and healthy and - even though she has dark circles under her almond-shaped eyes - her green eyes look lively as she takes us in as her full, archer’s bow lips part in awe.

She even more beautiful than I imagined.

Her eyes roam over us, studying us and they widen as she looks over my father and I, probably noting how similar we look, but then she gasps and realization races into her eyes.

Her eyes widen even more as she looks at my mother and father in awe. It’s when her eyes roam over me again that I lose the ability to speak, otherwise I would introduce myself.

Head still bowed, those jade eyes roam from my head to my toes in awe, maybe even attraction or at least appreciation, and I realize I stand at least a head taller than her, maybe more, she’s so tiny. Short and thin like a twig - she doesn’t have the curves that most of the Night Court and Illyrian women seem to have - and it makes me wonder if maybe she doesn’t eat as much as she should, like how my mother ate when she was here.

I realize I’m searching, searching for any reason to believe she’s actually the girl from my dreams - the girl I draw every day - other than how similar she looks from behind, when her eyes slowly meet mine.

She’s gaping and as she notices that I’m staring at her as much as she’s staring at me she slowly closes her mouth and a pretty redness flames her cheeks. Damn, she’s gorgeous when she blushes.

She bows her head again. I wish she would stop doing that, I’ve been waiting over a year to see the girl from my dreams in person and now I can barely see her face. But then she slides into a curtsy and I hear the silvery voice that always sings in my dreams say, "Welcome to Spring Court.”

Note: So the song lyrics are not mine, the song is Northern Wind by City and Colour. Um, I’m really happy about all the support I’ve been getting from all of you. You’re all amazing! Thank you all! I have some shoutouts: @eliza-hamilton-helpless @aelin-and-feyre @nerdofmanypages @highladyofthedark @fandoms-things-stuff @pleasantlysecretpeach and @bluephoenix222. Please follow these amazing people and please comment on the story. Give me theories as we go along and some constructive criticism. Thx, much love to all of y’all!

space husbands: a spirk fanmix [listen] 

hello!! this is a chronological fanmix detailing the development of spock and kirk’s relationship. pls read underneath the cut, and i hope you enjoy!! xoxo 

01. hall of fame (the script): this gives me such Angsty Teen™ spock and kirk vibes and how even before they meet one another they have such desires to prove themselves (something they encourage in each other) and they are determinedly optimistic and refuse to accept anything less than greatness and asdkjhlkfjsjkafdkjsga they are so Strong

02. shame (hearts & colors): this isn’t an exact correlation to anything but imo it’s when they’re new baby officers and start to work together and spock realizes that he is feeling Feelings for kirk and he’s like no my Supreme Vulcan Logic cannot be failing me but “it’s a shame that i love you” and he tries to convince himself he doesn’t love kirk but he fails miserably

03. flames*** (henri pfr): this song is A1 had me crying ugly tears over spirk i feel like it describes spock experiencing emotions (kind of like 02. but less angsty) and he just is amazed at how much he loves kirk and i Love: “for you I go as far as I can go; when the fire, fire; in my heart, lights up again; higher, higher; and I’m burning slow; fire, fire; feel the flames comin’ up; should I fall in love or let you go” and spock is trying to decide if he should go for it and love kirk or let his emotions consume him and LAKkhsdfgHFnskdgd spock experiencing emotions is my kink

04. more than you know*** (axwell ^ ingrosso): ok here kirk (who’s been falling in love with spock too this whole time (obviously)) is the one to make a move and this is him finally telling spock that he loves him and his eyes are blazing and his hands are shaking and he’s looking at spock with such fire in his eyes because he feels this emotion so strongly and he can’t contain it anymore and NNNGgghgghgUGGH 

05. burn it down (fitz & the tantrums): ok this is spock’s response to kirk from 04. and he realizes that he has to tear down the mental blocks  and all the emotion he’s locked up and just allow himself to feel and that if he just let kirk into his heart he would never regret it and like it works out and now they know they love each other <33

06. to be human (sia): yes i know this is the wonder woman theme but imo this is kirk helping spock come to terms with emotion bc all his life and childhood he’s been taught to stifle his feelings because he’s Logical™ and i just get vibes of understanding and acceptance and spock is growing and learning to embrace his half human side as well and kirk being there for him and helping him through it and they just love each other so damn much

07. ritual (marshmello): just super emotional spirk vibes and how they’re so grateful they found one another and are in love and they each feel truly happy and can’t remember how they ever lived without the other 

08. send them off! (bastille): ok this is 100% from jim’s pov and i feel like it perfectly describes the insecurities he tries so hard to keep hidden from the others and the crew but it’s hard for him to deal with so much responsibility all the time and spock’s presence is just so comforting and he feels so much relief when spock watches over him and i especially love: “close those green eyes; and watch over as i sleep; through my darkest of dreams” bc in my mind spock = green and i get such a vivid mental picture of jim sleeping and spock watching over him see also: when this literally happened in sha ka ree

09. the anchor (bastille): just like,,,, loyal devoted comforting spirk vibes idk also the subtle lyrics that i choose to interpret as referencing telepathy and mild melding 

10. bleeding out (imagine dragons):  the mood i get from this song is like,,, when the enemy has captured the ship and it looks hopeless and the enterprise is facing death and the crew is resigned to go down fighting and this song is That Moment when either kirk or spock sacrifices himself to save the ship and to save the crew and he’s doing The Noble Thing because he cares so damn much and he refuses to die a wasteful death and is determined to save his space husband agh i’m not explaining it right but i feel it very strongly someone pls tell u me feel the vibe i’m tryna capture here 

11. maps (maroon 5): (for some reason not included in the apple playlist ??) ok super extra but like,,, if spirk ever broke up this is 100% their break up song like this is kirk being sad and angry and not knowing how to cope without his first officer and getting drunk in the med bay with bones and trying to understand what just happened and realizing that this heartbreak would be far more painful than his others,,,, and on the other side of the ship, spock in his quarters attempting to turn to reason and sense but coming up short and being lost without either logic or jim to guide him and just wanting so badly to hold his t’hy’la and the two of them not being able to take being separated and running panicked through the ship to find one another in the middle of the night and finally finding each other and holding each other so tight and not even remembering why they broke up in the first place that was stupid sarah stop being so emotional this is why you don’t write fanfic  

12. wherever i go (onerepublic): (for some reason also not included in the apple playlist ??) jim and spock realizing in light of their recent (failed) breakup from 11. that they love each other so much and that they never want to be separated and vowing to follow each other forever and realizing that they would never find another love as great as the one that they have nnnahaGGJAJFHAKJSHFA they’re so in love and i’m so emo

13. mama (jonas blue): this isn’t an exact science but this song just makes me think of the space husbands standing on the bridge together holding hands vulcan kissing and gazing out into space and wondering where they should explore next and reveling in the sense of adventure and traveling the universe together <33

14. if i lose myself (onerepublic): i can’t think of any particular scenario for this but it’s just very Spirk™ in general and i think it’s sung from kirk’s pov and they always always have each other’s backs and if there’s one thing the space husbands have learned is that they can always count on one another and that they make a Pretty Good Team

15. thunder (imagine dragons): once they have established careers as the illustrious captain and the esteemed first officer of starfleet’s elite starship they look back on all the #haters and they realize how much ass they’ve kicked and they accomplished all they’ve ever wanted and everyone finally recognizes their greatness and talent and determination and in my humble opinion the lyrics “i was dreaming of bigger things; and wanna leave my own life behind; not a yes sir, not a follower” are Very kirk and the lines “kids were laughing in my classes; while I was scheming for the masses; who do you think you are?; dreaming ‘bout being a big star” are Very spock

16. kids (onerepublic): ok so this song takes place at the end of the five year mission and jimothy and spocko are looking back at all they’d done on their mission and they’re sad it’s ending but they know it’s not The End,,, my personal headcanon (maybe this is a fic or someone else’s hc idk lol) is that spock becomes the ambassador like spock prime does in aos and i think that jim becomes a professor at starfleet academy (to the mixed horror and delight of many) and they have a nice life in san francisco and they’re happy and in love and most importantly they still have each other and they know that although their greatest adventure is coming to a close they still have so much to look forward to

17. laughter lines (bastille): ok since it’s canon that vulcans live longer than humans spock outlives jim :’( and this song is so melancholy and sad i imagine it as the two of them at jim’s deathbed and they’re whispering about how they’ll see each other again soon and i love the lines “i’ll see you in the future when we’re older; and we are full of stories to be told; cross my heart and hope to die; i’ll see you with your laughter lines” because it doesn't even matter which one of them says it they both have laughter lines from all their years of love and adventure together among the stars and it’s not a goodbye it’s just a see ya later until they’re reunited and can go galavanting off together for eternity and i’m deadass crying as i write this 

18. bad blood (bastille): i debated including this but i just couldn’t not so here we are lmao so it’s not an exact correlation to the lyrics but more so to the vibe of the song and as we all know,,,, william shatner and leonard nimoy were best friends for years because of star trek until they had a falling out before nimoy died and they never spoke again. sooo this song reminded me of them particularly: “if we’re only ever looking back; we will drive ourselves insane; as the friendship goes resentment grows; we will walk our different ways; but those are the days that bind us together, forever; and those little things define us forever, forever” and it made me sad because it seemed to fit so well so i though i should share my sad epiphany

[*** = absolute fav] “lyrics” = lyrics

hello!! sorry this is so long and so emo lmao i know most fanmixes don’t come with analysis of each song but i felt like some of my choices warranted a little explanation :)

as this is a brand new blog (and my first original post!!) i’d like to mention my absolute fav star trek blogs:

@practicefortheheart @toastybumblebee @leifor @thetwelfthpanda @onedamnminuteadmiral @federations @mccoysbi @spockoholic @starspirk @bravemccoy @talk-nerdy-to-me-thyla @boldlygoingnovvhere @greenjimkirk @spockiosexual @lieutenant-sapphic @bottomkirk @capt-sulu @mccoymostly @spirksspork @captaincrusher + many more 

thank y’all so much for welcoming me into this fandom!! 

pls let me know if u know/like any of these songs or my mix as a whole!! hope you enjoy!! if you actually read this whole thing thank u so much this is me being 100% emotional about these dorks so thank u and i love u <3

xoxo sarah ( @starmapstudies )


I’ve been toying for ages about writing another Kylux Harry Potter AU ficlet and I have the terrible habit of writing fics and never posting them. So here is a snippet of a fic I’ve been dipping in and out of where an extremely nosey Hux wants to see Ren’s Patronus and of course wants to show off his own. In which Snoke is the Dark Lord, Hux and Ren are dorm buddies and not even a spooky forest can stop Hux from getting what he wants

The trees bent their long limbs downwards, spindly branches like fingers reaching to grasp at clothes or foolishly bared skin. Pulling his black cloak tighter about himself, Hux avoided the worst of the snagging branches and stood listening to the eerie night sounds.

Ren had agreed to meet him here. It was highly ridiculous to flout the school curfew when they slept a mere few feet away from each other in the Slytherin dorms, but it had been an age since they had been able to speak to each other freely and without unwanted listeners. Hux yearned for the early days, before they both got tall and when the magic world seemed full of an innocent kind of wonder as they learnt new spells together. There was too much talk of death nowadays, the war looming over all like a black choking cloud.

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things I love about Steve Trevor
  • He makes sure he actually thanks Diana for pulling him out of the water
  • The only time he ever expresses doubt to Diana about any of her beliefs is when he’s trying to convince her not to jeopardize the mission by killing Ludendorff, and even then it’s a hypothetical (“what if”)
    • He also does after she kills Ludendorff but that’s after her belief is shattered so I don’t really count it
  • He is so duty-bound I love him so much no wonder he and Diana got along so well
  • He just. Wants the people around him to be happy? The scene after they rescue Veld always kills me, and two parts in particular: 
    • When Charlie starts playing piano and singing and Steve says “I haven’t heard him sing in years…” and his face is all soft and you can see the shadow of a smile tugging at his lips but you can also see all the sadness in his eyes from those years of him not singing
    • And when he’s dancing with Diana and it starts to snow and she looks up and is so confused and delighted and he’s like “it’s snow… go on, touch it” and she does (also she has to let go of his hand to do it and he still encourages her to? such a small thing but oh man my heart) and he looks at her with such heart eyes
    • Honestly Chris Pine played him so well, so much complex emotion depicted even when he’s not speaking, like jfc well done
  • I love the boat scene, partly because it’s just fucking hilarious but mostly because their conversation is so respectful. She tells him she was sculpted from clay and brought to life by the breath of Zeus and his reaction is just to raise his eyebrows and say “Well, that’s neat.” 
    • I know that could read as sarcastic but it doesn’t to me at all. It’s funny, sure, but he isn’t making fun of her. It’s genuine and kind, even when what she’s saying is fairly unbelievable.
    • Just the entire way they speak in this scene… He never adopts that Mansplaining Tone™ that is so common, even when he’s actually explaining things. He talks because he wants to share information. It’s a cultural exchange, and I loved it.
  • After Veld, when they’re sitting and watching the villagers dance, he just quietly says, “You did this.” and she’s the one who smiles at him and says, “We did this.” He has so much respect for her and it kills me inside because it’s not “We did this” originally (which could be him pointing out that they’re a good team, him saying they have things in common, or a thousand other things), it’s just “You did this,” because he just wants her happy. He wants her to recognize how goddamn impressive she is. There is no agenda to what he said and it fucks me up
  • The entire scene with the kiss. Like, I’m gay as hell, usually I hate this kind of thing because it feels so unnecessary, but this was so well done I’m genuinely glad it was included
    • When he escorts her up to a room he then starts to leave. Even with all of that tension he doesn’t want to assume that she wants anything to happen. 
    • So he has his hand on the door and he starts to back out of the room and he hesitates just long enough for her to turn around and meet his gaze. And even then he’s reading that as a sign that she wants him in the room so he steps forward and closes the door behind her and then looks up again to confirm that’s what she wanted. And even after that, he crosses over to her so slowly and lets her be the one to actually initiate the kiss. 
    • He gives her a thousand and one chances to change her mind, to give him a small indication that she’s uncomfortable or doesn’t want it to happen, and it’s only once she lets all of those chances pass that they kiss. 
    • Consent-based relationships, man. Fuck me up.
  • Speaking of consent… the scene after Diana returns to Veld and sees the gas has killed everyone fucks me up
    • Steve’s followed her there and is clearly freaked the fuck out because she’s just gone and he physically can’t go in to try to find her because of the gas
    • So when she comes out he’s so visibly relieved and he goes forward and puts his hands around her face, clearly wanting to kiss her, and she shoves him away and says “stay away from me.” and he does.
    • He lets her be furious and devastated and overwhelmed because he knows what it’s like to feel powerless and I think he is genuinely sorry he contributed to her feeling this much pain. He lets her say she’s angry, he lets her blame him, he lets her grieve and doesn’t stop her when she leaves him there.
    • Not only does he not stop her, he sees the smoke from Chief’s fire and yells to her to follow it because he had followed Ludendorff. Their argument from the ballroom still isn’t resolved - she wants to just kill him and be done with it, Steve wants that to wait so they can focus on stopping the gas - but he recognizes that this is her choice and even after she’s basically just blamed an entire village’s deaths on him (and on herself) he tries to help her carry it out.
  • So after Diana’s killed Ludendorff and the war is still going on and Steve runs up to find her, he’s so visibly relieved that she’s alive and (like after Veld) goes to kiss her but backs away without her doing anything because he realizes the “stay away from me” thing has never been explicitly lifted. She might still want nothing to do with him and he respects that.
    • He does touch her a couple times after this but it’s always brief, I think it continues only because she didn’t react negatively the first time, and like they’re in the middle of a fucking war and I think Steve’s about 900% convinced that they’re all going to die so I’m gonna cut him a little slack here.
  • They have that “argument” again, where Diana says “this should have stopped, I killed him, why is this still going on” and instead of saying I told you so Steve just tries to get her to move on and help him save other people.
    • When he says “maybe it’s us! maybe we’re to blame!” (meaning not Ares) and she says that (obviously) she isn’t to blame, he doesn’t hesitate, he just says “but maybe I am.” He’s willing to put that on himself. Also, the qualifier through this scene - but maybe it’s us - is so important to me, because he’s still not saying “you’re wrong.” it’s a maybe.
    • When she refuses to go with him he’s clearly frustrated (again I’m giving him a pass here because he’s frustrated because he knows he won’t be able to save as many people without her) but he still doesn’t try to force her to go with him. He doesn’t guilt-trip her, doesn’t yell at her for not helping. He just gives that desperate shrug and says “I have to go. I’m sorry, I have to go.”
    • And when Charlie and Sam and Chief show up and ask where Diana is, all he says is “we’re on our own.” Not “she wouldn’t fucking help us” - which frankly is probably what I would have said in this situation - just that statement and nothing more.
  • In their final scene, when she’s hurt and dazed and temporarily hard of hearing, he breaks his “no touching” rule, but he breaks it because he’s helping her stand up and then because, well… even if she doesn’t, he knows he’s never going to see her again. 
    • It’s also super important to me that he doesn’t try to kiss her in this scene, because god knows he must have wanted to. He sees that she is in no shape to consent to anything like that and he doesn’t even come close to pushing it.
    • I’m not even gonna get into the “I can save today” part because I’m still too emotionally fraught
    • He says is “I wish we had more time.” before he tells her he loves her and literally runs to his death. That’s it. Nothing that could possibly make her feel guilty, nothing that could have seemed like he regretted anything. Not “I wish we hadn’t gone to the front.” Just “I wish we had more time.”
    • And he then, metaphorically and literally, gives her more time. Because he knows his clock has run out, but that doesn’t mean hers has to… So he runs and saves today and gives her his watch. Gives her time.
  • Anyway I’m seventeen thousand levels of fucked up from this movie, please feel free to add because Steve is amazing and a genuinely good, complex, respectful male character like this should be celebrated

So imagine after the war, Draco’s friends are thinking okay, Draco was only obsessed with Harry Potter because they were arch enemies but everything will go back to normal now. And then eighth year starts and nothing changes?

Draco is still staring at Harry Potter over the other side of the Great Hall, at breakfast, at lunch and at dinner. He still talks about how the great Harry Potter gets this or the boy who lived gets that. And the Slytherin are like ??? Why are you still obsessed with Harry? And Draco’s like ??? I’m not. We’re enemies remember? And his friends have to tell him no not anymore. You’re on the same side.

So Draco’s very confused for a while, not sure how he should be acting. And then he realises, even though he no longer hates Potter’s guts, he still wants to stare at him every meal. He still wants to find excuses to talk about him to his friends. He still wants to make snarky comments to Potter every class…but only because it’s the only time he gets to talk to him.

Despite all the warnings, it still hits Draco way too abruptly when he realises he’s in love with Harry Potter. He’s in the middle of a potions double when his eyes, completely of their own accord, latch on to Potter turning his head and laughing at something the Weasel said. Draco stares and stares as the realisation washes over him. He keeps staring even long after Potter has turned his head back to the front of the class and all he can see is shaggy brown hair.

Pansy works it out first. Even before Draco’s potions epiphany. Although for once she understands the importance of keeping her mouth shut. So when Draco comes to her with his revelation, she is not at all surprised. And she is here to help. She convinces Draco to cool it with the snarky comments and work up the courage to actually talk to Potter.

And so - with plenty of encouragement - Draco does. At first it’s just small things like asking Potter for a spare quill in class, or saying excuse me politely as they pass rather than pushing into Potter. And then one day Draco works up the courage to say good morning to Potter when he runs into him in the Great Hall during breakfast. And Potter says good morning right back, albeit with a puzzled expression on his face.

Soon, Potter no longer looks puzzled. When Draco greets him, he returns the sentiment with a smile, that seems to grow with each day. It’s that smile which gives Draco the push he needs to approach Potter in the library one night and ask if he might like to share his table. An enthusiastic yes from Potter lights a small spark of hope in Draco’s pining heart.

Studying together becomes a habit most nights. It starts off silently, Draco happy to share his space with Potter but too nervous to think of anything further to say past a simple greeting. Thankfully one day it’s Potter who starts the first conversation. It’s one of those awkward small talk type conversations about the weather but it leads in to an animated discussion of Quidditch that keeps them talking well into the night, ignoring several reprimands from Madam Prince for being too loud in the library.

And so Draco and Harry - he’s no longer Potter - become friends. And Draco’s happy. Happier than he’s been in a long time. And his friends know. Not just Pansy. All the Slytherins. It’s obvious. Because despite spending most of his free time hanging out with Harry Potter, and professing to have no remaining hate for him at all, Draco still stares at him across the Great Hall, at breakfast, at lunch and at dinner.

And so Slytherins, being Slytherins, begin planning, with Pansy at the lead of course. They already know how Draco feels, they only need to get Harry Potter to realise his own feelings too, which they suspect match Draco’s. Because he might have his head down in the Great Hall but they’ve seen Harry stare at Draco during Quidditch games for far longer than strictly necessary.

And so they do something that Draco would completely disapprove of, solely for Draco’s own good. When they know Harry will be walking by the Quidditch lockers after a Gryffindor practice, they plant two of their own at a nearby bench and have them talking far louder than normal conversation requires.

“It’s really rather embarrassing. Draco’s been pining for ages. I’ve never seen anyone who had it so bad.”

“But who do you mean? I’ve only seen him hanging out with Potter.”

“Exactly. Potter. It’s tragic isn’t it? He’s in love with the boy who lived. He should probably queue up like all the other groupies just to get his autograph.”

While the two younger Slytherins continue their staged and poorly acted performance, (Pansy will have words with them later) Pansy, safely hidden with a disillusionment charm, watches Potter’s reaction closely and is not displeased. At the sound of Draco’s name, Potter stops immediately to eavesdrop which is telling in itself. When his own name comes into play, a blush creeps slowly up his face. And when Draco’s love for him is revealed, an involuntary smile appears on Harry’s face very very quickly. Pansy knows now they only have to wait.

Sure enough, at dinner that night, Harry Potter makes his move. Always one for dramatics, he walks right up to the Slytherin table and plants a short but deliberate kiss square on Draco’s face before Pansy even has time to let out a wolf whistle.

Draco sits there, mouth agape, pale face not so pale for once, until another Slytherin gives him a nudge on the shoulder. He looks up and blinks at Harry Potter who is smiling down at him. Once more Harry’s smile brings him courage. He stands up to meet Harry, conscious of every eye in the Great Hall on him, and kisses Harry Potter right back.

And it’s the Slytherins who lead the cheers that erupt across the Great Hall. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. At last.

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Katsuki Yuuri

Yamamoto: Many of YoI’s skaters were inspired by real-life people, and Yuuri is no exception.
In Yuuri’s case, I’ve heard about someone who is usually timid, lacks confidence and believes to be mentally weak, but once he steps on ice, turns into a competitive skater who wants the audience, the judges, and the viewers from all over the world to   look only at them. I found it to be a really interesting mentality and that’s where I got my idea for Yuuri from.
This Yuuri stands at the edge of the proverbial cliff - and then changes through his meeting with his hero and rival, Viktor. Thanks to this meeting, Yuuri himself starts reaching for more and more, grows stronger.
I find relationships with labels like “lovers” or “family” to be stifling, so I came up with these two characters that are not bound by names like that, who hold each other dear and who share a bond that would be difficult to replace.
As a skater Yuuri has an individual sense of rhythm, his steps his unique weapon, but even on a solid ground, he’s a great dancer. When he was young, Minako-sensei taught Yuuri the basics of ballet, and, as Viktor praises him highly, his skating feels like he is creating music with his body - it moves into dance on its own as he charms his audience.

Kubo: Yuuri is the kinda type of a glass-wearing character I draw often. (laughs) Many skaters have bad eyesight, and Yuuri too skates without his glasses. I though people would love the narrow-eyed, uneasy face he makes when trying to read his score, so I added that element, too.
I aimed for a design that would be easy for Hiramatsu to draw, so instead of deciding every detail, I drew a base that would later spring to life under Hiramatsu’s hands.
“Change” is an important aspect of Yuuri, so I gave him a seemingly ordinary appearance instead of making an easy-to-get pretty boy.
Yuuri is slightly taller than a typical Japanese person - that’s because both the director and I are around 165-170cm, and we though it’d be nice if he was taller than us. Yuuri’s eyebrows are in a  slanted ハ shape, but turn sharp when he competes. Things that are easier to explain via animation, like Yuuri’s hair growing longer as the show progresses, are also present.

Hiramatsu: I made sure he looks different during his chubby and slim phases. His best body shape would be right after “Onsen on Ice”.
We based Yuuri on a typical Japanese body: he doesn’t have long legs, wide shoulders or a spectacular butt, but going with Kubo’s drawings, I gave him long arms and bony hands. Yuuri grows about 10cm taller when he dons his skating shoes, which makes his legs look longer. Yuuri’s Japanese silhouette was influenced by Yasuhiko’s style, who was in charge of many of his scenes.

Viktor Nikiforov

Yamamoto: I think, surprisingly, there are many people like Viktor in the skating world (laughs). Viktor doesn’t care about what people around him think of him, he thinks it’s obvious that he is the center of all the attention. Viktor acts as he pleases and through it, he believes he brings joy to others.
I love it when characters like him appear out of the blue. In this case, Yuuri is the cause of Viktor’s sudden appearance. Yuuri barged into Viktor’s world that he closed himself in without noticing, believing he has to create all the new surprises. Yuuri offered Viktor a possibility he hadn’t thought about - becoming someone’s coach.
Unconsciously, Viktor is lonely, without anyone of similar circumstances, without anyone he could empathize together with. Viktor didn’t yearn for someone to understand him; he didn’t see it as a problem, but also didn’t realize how lonely he was. Yuuri is not the only one who became stronger by experiencing love - through Yuuri, Viktor learned new feelings and grew stronger.

Kubo: I challenged myself to create a character everyone would look at and find handsome, moreso than in my previous works. Viktor’s hair is silver, with some lighter streaks. At first I also thought about giving him a hair that looks silver, but once you see it from up close, turns out to be blond hair with many streaks of white hair. However, I couldn’t find enough information on how white hair grows on blondes so I gave up (laughs).
Thinking of balancing his height with Yuuri’s when they stand next to each other, I made Viktor slightly taller. I wanted Viktor’s face to be recognizable in gag scenes and so gave him a heart-shaped mouth. This is something straight out of the shojo manga era of “Tokimeki Tonight” or “Ohayo! Spank” (laughs).
I wanted there to be something unexpected in contrast to Viktor’s usual handsomeness. That aspect of him where he worries about his receding hairline, you know, where it goes slightly above the sweet spot? I wanted the viewers to watch it with a beating heart and confuse that feeling with falling in love. A suspension bridge effect. (haha)
I took heaps of inspiration for Viktor’s sexiness from Stephane Lambiel.

Hiramatsu: I paid attention to the flow and quality of his hair - and same goes for Yurio. Viktor’s eyebrows are straight, rarely ever turn into a mountain-like shape. Viktor’s posture is beautiful and adds to his brilliance; he sports a magnificent butt and long limbs.
Viktor has a confidence of an adult, but as someone still in his 20s, he can be quite childish. Viktor’s heart-shaped mouth was there in Kubo’s storyboards, which influenced the staff to emphasize that in the show.

Yuri Plisetsky

Yamamoto: Russia is a country where skating can change your life - the country supports its strong skaters. When I learned that some families bet on their children or grandchildren becoming famous and make them learn skating  I thought there must be many children with unrelenting spirit and a will to climb up - and created a deformed version of that in a form of a Russian badboy.
Yurio has many lines with swears, but there’s one in ep 10 that angered Viktor when Yurio implied he is now looking after a “pig”. This line goes back to my 20s - whenever I saw a pair wearing matching rings I’d think, “A pair of pigs tied with rings” (laughs). When I mentioned it to Kubo, she was like “Pigs! That’s good!” and we decided to put it in. Yurio is the only one with a potty mouth in the series, so coming up with his bad boy lines was fun.
Many growing skaters probably understand what Yurio said when he mentioned his time in his current body grows short. Girls change a lot during that period, but boys too have their muscles grow - it’s a big burden on the body that makes it impossible to perform some moves. We tried to put as many things that Yurio can only do now as we could into the show.

Kubo: There are many elements to Yurio’s design that make him popular, such as blond hair and blue eyes. He really does stand out. Looks-wise Yurio is probably most similar to Rabi from Madō King Granzort.
To quote the director, there are many elements from different skaters in Yurio. The base inspiration was Yulia Lipnitskaya. When I saw her at the rink, I realized there are many different kinds of skaters and that a more mischievous character could work too.
Yurio’s visuals were decided on early, earlier than Yuuri’s, as he is very anime-like, easy to animate. As story progresses, Yurio’s hair grows longer. I wanted to express how, when you haven’t seen him for a while, Yurio grows more and  more beautiful. Is it Lilia who styles his hair, or is it Yurio himself?

Hiramatsu: Half of his face is covered with hair, which strengthens his expressions. It was fun to give emotions to that slightly visible eye. Yurio’s body is slim, girlish, with long limbs and not much muscle.
I draw him as I would draw a girl. His looks were heavily influenced by Tatenaka’s style, who was in charge of many scenes as well as the skating of our model Honoka Kawanishi. Yurio has a potential to grow, outgrowing Yuuri and reaching 180cm or so.

Christophe Giacometti

Yamamoto: I wanted to create a character who would share popularity with Viktor, a character overflowing with masculine charm. I wanted Chris to have this showy sexiness in him like an ice dancer, so he’s one of the taller single skaters in the series. It was so difficult to show a sexy man type of a character, as there aren’t many visual symbols associated with it. I am hoping to one day establish a new frontier of male sexiness.

Hiramatsu: Chris has a sturdy body, and the most emphasized butt in the whole series. I poured all of my drawing skills into that scene where Chris grabs and lifts his butt while skating. (laughs) Until halfway both his arms and butt are raised, and then arms go up, butt goes down, which is how I showed the butt’s bounciness.

Phichit Chulanont

Yamamoto: Yuuri is friends with Phichit because even if Yuuri doesn’t go to him, Phichit will come to Yuuri on his own. Yuuri doesn’t have to be suspicious of Phichit’s motives and he doesn’t show customary concern over him like Japanese people do which in turn is less stressful for Yuuri.

Jean-Jacques Leroy

Yamamoto: I created JJ because I wanted a character type that falls into a “mentally a musclehead” category. JJ entered Toronto University as a top student, off season participates in charity activities. His girlfriend is his HS classmate, but as a devout Christian, premarital sex is a no-no - they’re in a pure relationship.
He often says JJ this, JJ that in conversations and in general only talks about himself. Even if he nods with understanding as someone speaks, he soon butts in and changes the topic to himself.
JJ talked to Otabek in ep10 because he found it sad that his old rinkmate was alone - couldn’t leave him out of kindness of his heart. Even when people find him overbearing, JJ believes he is doing a good deed, so it doesn’t bother him.

Hiramatsu: JJ could be considered a good catch if he just shut up. (laughs)

Otabek Altin

Yamamoto: First, I wanted a Kazakh skater to be a dark horse of the GPF and that’s how Otabek was born. There are many Russians in Kazakhstan and Russian is the official language so I thought Otabek could easily be friends with Yurio. Some Kazakh skaters are known to train in Russia, so the bit where Otabek participated in Yakov’s camp and became fascinated with Yurio came to me naturally. We created many qualities that Yurio finds cool in Otabek outside of skating  - such as riding a bike and DJing. 

Lee Seunggil

Yamamoto: All Seung-Gil does is training, and has no interest in things beyond skating. To create a contrast with his personality, for his SP, I went with a passionate mambo. The idea to have him count his score as he skates during competition came from Kubo.

Hiramatsu: Because of his personality, I always draw him alone in the back of group images, but he still looks into the camera. (laughs)

Michele Crispino

Yamamoto: To protect his sis, Michele tries to be threatening to scare off others. This doesn’t work on Emil, so they’re on good terms. 

Kubo: As an Italian who cares about appearance, I made him look like he visits a hairdresser once every two weeks. But I also wanted to add something non-Italian to him, hence the pretty dark personality.

Hiramatsu: Michele also would be a good catch if he shut up.

Emil Nekola

Yamamoto: Emil is rarely scared and there is nothing two-faced about his personality; he doesn’t feel too down when he makes mistakes which means he can still grow and become strong.

Kubo: I googled “Czech, male” and based Emil on one of the first pictures I found. At the beginning Yamamoto was talking about making Emil the most handsome out of the European skaters, but I completely forgot. (haha)

Who is Lay?

♡ Zhang Yixing

where to start i love him so much

♡ Every exo-l is soft for this boy

♡ The most hardworking person on earth


♡ King of China

He is the china line

I wanna cry while hugging him my ot12 feels

♡ “Healing unicorn”

♡ Suho’s precious kid

♡ I’m pretty sure sm hates him

Dance line

♡ Visual

♡ Actor

♡ Basically perfect


♡ Has a separate fan base called Xingmis

♡ Yi(Xing) + Nai(mi)

♡ Yixing’s name + My name

Chanyeol is the biggest xingmi

♡ As you can tell from the name 

♡ He is S O F T

♡ His softness is nothing like ksoo’s softness

♡ We call him unicorn because he is literally unreal

Originally posted by sjabe

♡ He is the softest member

♡ He is just pure fluff

♡ Is cute

♡ Really cute

♡ Even if he just stands there doing nothing but existing

♡ he is cute

♡ When he is breathing

♡ When he is smiling

♡ When he’s confused

♡ Is the type of person who would fix the plushie’s bangs when a plushie’s eyes are closed and say

♡ “now you can see”

♡ he is literally an angel

♡ He would do anything for his fans

♡ Literally anything

♡ Reads all the fan letters at the airport

♡ Males sure he performs well otherwise thinks that people’s money go to waste

♡ makes sure everyone has a pic with him before leaving the conference he was on

♡ gives handwritten invitations in chinese and english which he wrote for his bd

♡ translated his album “Lose Control” to japanese,english and chinese

♡ chinese—->cantonese+mandarin

♡ Gives members special bags called “hope bags”so that they won’t meet any troubles

♡ His pureness can’t be explained with words

♡ While we’re talking about how soft he is

♡ I wonder if the blindfold he uses while he’s dancing to artificial love is also soft


Originally posted by glamourpcy

♡ I ain’t joking i’m serious

♡ I feel like he has a dark past coz those moves are pure sin

♡ He often likes to kill exo-ls with kai

♡ As a soft unicorn,he can also turn into a wild stripper on the stage

♡ I see hip thrusts

♡ Once he was performing Lose Control,his belt opened


♡ I mean he is so rude

♡ Has solo’s like Lose control,what u need? and monodrama

♡ Lose control is basically hip thrusts

♡ Along with lay’s heavy gaze and soft voice

Originally posted by lullabyun

♡ It’s just rude


♡ We ain’t complaining

♡ His looks are everything

♡ He is the visual king

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

I have found so many rude gifs u guys have no idea

♡ His smile is everything

♡ When he smiles

♡ The world just stops for a minute 

♡ It becomes a better world

♡ the sun shines a bit brighter

♡ the birds sing a bit happier

Originally posted by woahzyx

This boy is srsly killing me SOMEONE SEND HELP PLS

♡ As he also works and promotes in china he has lots of photo shoots

♡ He is beautiful

♡ King of serving looks

I’m just gonna put this here coz this is art

♡ He is literally so handsome

♡ I mean he’s breathtaking

♡ Every pic that he has no matter with or without make up

♡ is so precious cause he looks so freaking good in all of them

♡ I S  E T H E R E A L

♡ I really dunno how to express this handsomeness


♡ Also an actor

♡ Played a cutie pie in his movie kung fu yoga w jackie chan

♡ Has a movie where he and his gay husband have a baby from the future lesbians called oh my god


i dunno what to say anymore

♡ Also Operation love where he is a character full of regrets

♡ but returns to the past and tries his best


♡ As i mentioned before,he has his own solo career 

♡ His last album lose control killed all of exo-ls

♡ Has a studio in china

♡ His voice is so soothing

His singing makes me want to punch myself

♡ Sings in many languages

♡ While we mention about languages

♡ His korean is just

♡ bootiful

♡ His korean teacher told him to get a gf


♡ Often makes pronunciation mistakes

♡ “Members wet their pants”

♡ “Jurazil park”

♡ Said penis instead of pepper 

♡ chanyeol was shook

♡ cameraman was shook

♡ exo-l were shook

♡ But its ok since we love him the way he is

♡ and baek often helps and explains him 

♡ There’s a precious friendship called

♡ Baekxing

Originally posted by yixingcanbeagif2

♡ Baek often explains him anything in korean

♡ They’re super cute

♡ Precious af

♡ Yixing just loves him so much

♡ Yixing just loves every member so much

♡ Baek is yixing’s nr.1 fan

♡ He also has a super confused side

♡ Always confused

♡ Bbh is his life saver

Originally posted by baekintime

♡ Fangirl bbh mode on

♡ You can actually ship lay with any member since he’s a fluff ball

♡ —->sulay

Originally posted by su-lay

♡ He is suho’s most precious kid since he’s innocent and easygoing

♡ —–>xiulay

Originally posted by minniedeer

♡ —>Layhan

Originally posted by luharem



♡ Even tough they’re former members he still keeps in touch with his brothers from china

♡ And supports them and their movies,music..etc

♡ also meets them in china


♡ also teaches sehun chinese

♡ Since he’s really kind and considerate towards people he’s loved by everyone

♡ His dance is everything you want in your life

♡ He is really passionate about dancing

♡ he is a choreographer

♡ What u need?’s choreo

♡ Lose contol’s choreo

♡ also helped they never know’s choreo

♡ Is close with 1m dance studio’s Kasper

U can actually spot kasper in every sm dance practice video

♡ His moves are so smooth yet delicate

♡ he is an angel dancing

Originally posted by xehunted


♡ He also ended saesang fans

♡ “as saesang fans have every information about us including our phone numbers,i’m expecting them to know teacher lee so man’s number too”


♡ He is really hardworking

♡ produced an album in china

♡ Shot 2 movies,one w jackie chan

♡ shot a drama

♡ Promoted exo

♡ promoted his work

♡ performed his solo work

♡ sometimes danced sometimes sang

♡ Joined his brothers for the comeback


♡ Did all those things in half a year

♡ As we can tell

♡ overworks himself

♡ fainted twice

♡ The photos taken today at the airport was showing how tired he was

♡ he works nonstop 

♡ he gotta rest

♡ he was working all the time when the rest of the members had time to rest

I fucking hate sm

♡ He is the most precious kid i’ve ever seen


♡ I swear if they comeback without lay i’ll fly to korea and let the sm building on fire after stabbing lee soo man 384737 times

♡ He is the cutest pls protect him

Originally posted by squynhty

Married with Benefits (Part 2)

Summary: In order to not pay out-of-state tuition, you ask your friend, Steve Rogers, to marry you. Things, as always, never go as planned. (College AU)

Word Count: 599

Part 1

A/N: Sorry these parts are so short, but I’m writing them on my phone whilst I’m on break at work and stuff. Hope you all enjoy this :D 

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

Bucky’s eyes widened to a comical proportion, extracting a laugh from Steve and even you. “W-What? A-Are—What the hell?”

“Yep,” nodded Steve. “We’re getting married.”

“You’re kidding me,” said Bucky, giving out a slight laugh.

“Nope.” Steve shook his head. “We’re serious.”

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brighter than fire (m)

Summary: There’s quite possibly nothing you hate more than Min Yoongi and his stupid, stupid face—and the stupid, stupid way he makes you feel.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Smut, Camp Counselor AU
Word Count: 11,371
Author’s Note: What better way to celebrate the summer than to mix Min Yoongi and camp counseling? Also, this is my first time getting to write really sarcastic Yoongi and I was really living. And to @minsvga – hEY thanks for encouraging sarcastic Yoongi in the first place, and lots of sinning; this is all your fault. 


As soon as you step off the bus at the top of the mountain, surrounded by trees and forest and the fresh smell of pine, miles and miles away from your family and the troubles of everyday life—there is without a doubt in your mind that you’re reached your home. The sun is bright, hitting your eyes as soon as you depart from the vehicle, which only serves as a benchmark for what the next few weeks would consist of. And for the most part, you cannot wait to bask in the freedom and the responsibility and the adventure of resuming your counselor position at Camp Bulletproof for the fourth year in a row.

There’s an endearing aspect of being a regular at Camp Bulletproof, one that comes with smiles and waves exchanged with counselors who share the same experience as you, ones you’ve known for many years and have a friendship that can transcend the fact that you all didn’t see each other a lot more than you actually saw each other but that doesn’t stop any of you from spending hours on end supplying backstories for stories or sharing tales from school. It’s a gesture that is done very willingly given that some of these people have plagued your childhood and some of your most fond memories. For the most part, you can’t wait until after hours so the counselors could all have some time to catch up.

For the most part.

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i could be good with you

Summary: Cuddling up to Otabek has always been easy and normal for Yuri. So when Otabek starts avoiding him, it hurts a lot more than he expects. (2nd place giveaway prize for @some-sort-of-firefly !! Prompt: confessions and first kisses. otayuri. word count: 1237)

They’ve always been comfortable with being close together physically. That’s how it’s been, and that’s how it always will be.

At first, it was never the way Viktor and Yuuri are always draped over each other in public – god, Yuri would rather never step foot on the ice again than be anything like those two – but it’s more of the subtle things, such as Yuri wrapping his arms around Otabek during motorcycle rides, or Otabek’s hand gently holding the small of Yuri’s back as he leads them through the streets.

Then it started becoming, well, less subtle. Such as the multiple times Yuri has tackles Otabek in a hug after a long period of time without seeing each other, Otabek playing with Yuri’s hair and braiding it to different styles, and falling asleep together on the same bed, arms wrapped around each other.

For Yuri, it’s something natural, comforting. Nothing calms him down more than Otabek’s touch, warm and steady and easy to focus on when he’s starting to lose his temper. He’s sure that his best naps he’s had have always been with Otabek’s arms around him. Otabek is such a comforting presence that is now hard to live without.

As of late, though, he’s noticed that Otabek has been distancing himself from him, physically. Everything else has been the same, but Otabek no longer plays with his hair or takes his hand, or, well, anything. He’s been conscious with how he moves when he’s around Yuri, and whenever Yuri tries to initiate the contact himself, it only takes a few minutes before Otabek gently moves Yuri’s hands away from him.

It’s… concerning. And lonely, he finds out, when Otabek smiles at him apologetically that night and says he’d rather sleep in his own hotel room for the rest of their time in France for the Grand Prix Finals. He doesn’t get much sleep that night. And when he sees Otabek yawning and rubbing his eyes the next day, he knows he isn’t the only one.

So what gives?

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Inner Vixen

Warnings: SMUT (Ages 18+)


Summary: You’re fed up with being the blushing, shy girl, usually too insecure to return any of Bucky’s flirtatious advances. But with a little help from liquid courage, your inner vixen makes an appearance.


Word Count: 3.6k

“Barnes. 6 o’clock.” Natasha whispered keeping her eyes focused on you standing right beside her at the bar. Tony’s latest rager had started approximately an hour ago and, though you would never admit to nervously awaiting his arrival, she noticed your eyes lingering on the entrance every now and again.

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Ink and Kisses

Anon said to moi:

“Omg i want a tattoo artist jungkook!!!!!! 😭😩 smut/fluff/and honestly anything!!!! I just love tattoos artists jungkook but there aren’t alot of those fanfic…. can u help a poor girl out ??💖”

FIRst time trying a Tattoo artist AU. I had to do some reading before this, and JK is sO sexy i s2g. Still weird that I don’t really ever feel like doing the do with him. HOPE YOU ENJOY <3 1,400 Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Tattooist au!

Part 1 | Part 2 (FINAL)

Originally posted by nnochu

No one would have ever imagined that hardcore badass Jeon Jungkook, the most well-known tattoo artist in the town, the guy who dropped out to follow his passion, was best friends with beautiful, sweet, top-scoring university student, Y/N. 

Physically, they seemed to be polar opposites. He had dragons inked onto his skin, three piercings on his left ear and two on his right, and always wore black; whilst you were a bright, clean slate – but you knew that was what he loved about you.

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