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THE MYSTERIOUS VLIVE VIDEO:  WHY WAS JIKOOK HIDING????

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY! I received this same ask 4 times, in less than 24h. It just took me some time to answer it because I had to gather data.

I didn’t had a tumblr when that video was out so my detailed analyses wasn’t shared with ANYONE! But now you asked and I am ssoooooo glad you did. Because OH BOY!! I can easily spot a liar. And Jungkook was clearly caught in a lie.

Here we go : It starts with Taehyung doing a Vlive. A viewer asks him to go to another member’s room. 

He states that he doesn’t know their room’s number.

So He texts the other members to ask them about their whereabouts (using a group chat). You can hear him texting around 5:20. Somebody (we will discover later that he was talking to Jin, who was taking a bath) offers him to go to JK’s room and even gives him the room’s number. 

But he definetly texts JK to tell him that he is coming (5:35 to 5:41). He was smiling as he kept looking at his phone, waiting for a reply. However, He will not wait for an answer from JK. Because normally he is known to be always on his phone especially if the other members are doing a Vlive (Remember when Jin and jimin were doing a Vlive and kookie just came in). So he will assume that it is not a nuisance. Just a fun way to entertain Armys.

I want you to focus here: The text was sent at 5:41 and tae was in front of JK’s door at 6:14. Be it more than half a minute. 6:14 to 6:18 V will be calling Jungkook while knocking the door. JK will answer at 6:21 (It took him 7 seconds) to ask who it was. Of course he knew it was Tae tae. the members always joke how they can know eachothers just by their breathing or footsteps. He was just delaying the time. One more thing to take into consideration. The hotel rooms are not soundproof. Is this why JK is playing the music? (We will comeback to this point later). At 6:28 JK will be like asking someone ‘Who could it be?’. Then quickly finds the first excuse that comes to mind ‘I am not wearing clothes’. Because think about it, no other excuse could have worked better. This is also the first excuse you think of if you want someone to not just barge in into your room.

He will keep making unnecessary noises before opening the door. as if he was trying to hide the footsteps of someone (6:45).  Only at 6:49 JK finaly opens the room. It took him (6:14 to 6:49) 35 seconds. Knowing that he didn’t even wear pants… that take 3 seconds to put on nor the least tie his bathrobe belt that took him 7s on camera. So even the mere 10 seconds were precious doing something else? 

The light was  dim. And I could understand someone staying in a weak lighted room. (i am like that too). BUT a soft lighted room, naked and with some soft music he doen’t even know? This is called a mood setter to Bang Bing Bara Bing Bang. Maybe being naked can mean being at ease by himself in a hotel room (Who will believe that?) But why did he not take his makeup off. Jungkook is known to be allergic to foundation, so he is usually the first one to take it off. But our boy had a full glam on. Who were you trying to impress BOYAA~~

AND the anxious bunny got scared. But again why would you be scared? If you were in the room alone. We will just assume you were watching some video or masturb…. BUT there was someone else in the room … SO?

After that V was about to answer JK’s question “I wanted to be on V…” When a song starts playing. He first thought it was the ringtone of the phone on the table (7:16). But it was JK who was controlling the song using his OWN phone via bluethooth. So Whose phone was that? It was jimini’s phone (Chimchim used that same phone the next day for his Vlive).

Add to this jimin’s hoodie … (Don’t ask me how we knew. It is scary but we know their clothes. there is even bogs who just follow their fashion).

Then JK will keep asking again and again. “Why are you here?”. Tae will give him a simple obvious answer “to do V app”. and JK will be like “Ahh~~~” (Seriously boy why are you so nervous?!)

Jungkook will spot lot of food trash. He will say that he ate it all ALONE?! (JK was dieting) … So he is telling me: he was in the room naked, with the dime light, and the unknown romantic music? Eating bread? BOY I know you can’t lie … BUT THIS? You were totally eating something else but mainly not just bread

Can we talk about the bed? wasn’t the bed too well made? maybe that was the thing that took them time to open the door? Because if he was alone in a Hotel room while everything is all over the place. Why is the bed the only thing that is tidy? Even the pillows?

At 7:59 you could hear the bathroom door open while JK was adjusting the light and V was laying on the bed. Then Jk will tell Mr J “You scared me”. He was clearly not talking to Tae (8:05). That’s when we were 200% sure someone was hiding, AKA Mr J. 

At the start of the video The bathroom door was closed. But then the light in the bathroom was turned on and the door was slighty open. (Do you believe in ghosts? maybe but I believe in Jimin more). 

The mood in that video was so awkward. The tension was unbearable. And Jungkook was restless. Again out of the blue JK will say “I didn’t wash up yet” as “I still need to take a shower, so you better leave as soon as possible”. yet Tae answers by “I didn’t shower either”. Even V’s face darkened during a moment. remember how his face was all smiles at the start. 

The “I am too nervous to hear you, and have a proper discussion, so i will just talk about whatever” will keep going on and on. V will try to propose singing a song. But our bunny will be like “My makeup is smeared” … Boy why do you keep giving us clues we could have just ignored? *sigh* The makeup BTS get, is not the one you girls put. It is stage makeup. Made so even if they run, dance, be exposed to strong hot light. It will not budge. The fact that it smeared … and that he is concerned about it …OH GOD …*use your imagination da*mit Imma not describe everything. This is not smut GAH* 

There is also this discussion. V made JK believe that ALL of BTS sang before him. BUT Jk was like “How can it be true when one of them was with me the whole time kinda attitude” (8:58). he is so sure even if he didn’t watch the Vlive. 

Recall how he said he was hungry, that’s why it took him 5 decades to not even finish that small piece of bread? then says he was full? then asks to eat ramen??? Boy? Have you heard of logic? Yes it happens to me to be hungry exactly after finishing a meal. BUT I will finish the meal first … *He looks cute tho! Focus Mimi focus. don’t get distracted by that bunny*

A lot of people misunderstood this part. They tought Jin was taking a shower in JK’s room. No no no! It was Tae informing kookie that he came after Jin notified him via text. AND Jungkook will ignore that and keeps asking Tae “Can we stay on V for a long time?”. 

Plus him glancing at the washroom all the time. I’ve never seen more obvious than that … 

And this last part, was the cherry on the cake (13:42). Just watch it. You will laugh for 5 min at Jungkook trying to stay as calm as possible. Also, Tae “WE are coming”. JK: Are YOU going..”

The door also closes as soon as V leaves (4 SECONDS: the exact time it took V from the washroom to the door). The doubtful. Is that we didn’t hear JK rushing to close it either. That means it was Mr J who did.
If you have good ears around 14:03 you could even hear Jimin’s voice. 

A liar doesn’t make sense and is full of contradictions. Seems to be thinking hard. Is nervous, tense, and fidgety. Makes few complaints or negative comments. JK was hiding Jimin but the question is: Why was he hiding. The non shippers will tell you he was probably not wearing makeup. I say nop, he wasn’t wearing something else … 

So what do I think? 3 words: JIKOOK IS REAL!

Thanks for the ask ^^
By @mimibtsghost 

Hard to Get - Thomas

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Thomas/Reader

Word Count: 9,016

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Kinky Thomas, Multiple Orgasms, Oral (both receiving), Bondage, Hair Pulling, Public Oral Sex, Masturbation, Thomas’s giant dick pressing into his jeans (cause hot damn we all know it does)

Notes: Some cute lil nonnie said they wanted me to write another Thomas smut. So kinky Thomas it is. Thanks @stilinski-jpeg @minhosmeanhoe and @dylan-trash-tbh for yelling at me to write this so much. Otherwise I would have kept procrastinating. I hope this is worth yelling at me so much. 

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How to make arm wraps without actually using arm wraps!

So recently as some of you may know I had to figure out how to make these green arm wraps in the picture below

I wanted them to be one piece so that they wouldn’t have to be adjusted throughout the day if parts decided to slip, especially since the original plan was to tuck the shirt into them, *edit: l guess it should be added that we wanted something that not only wouldn’t have to be adjusted but something that wouldn’t have to be wrapped and was made of a more durable cloth like material.* I searched the internet for a while but couldn’t find anything too helpful so I decided to make it up as I went along and took pictures so I could share in the event it worked. (It did)
This process should work for just about any wrap you want to create for instance things like this as well…

There isn’t much to it but I took a lot of pictures, so here we go.
First things first, you’ll want to wrap what ever part of your body you are making the wrap for in plastic wrap (we use this method frequently). Mine was just the forearm so it looked like this

Then wrap it again in tape, masking tape works nicely.

After that you want to draw where the seam is going to be and cut along it like so

Once you have the piece disconnected from your body you want to flatten it, I placed my piece under a pile of binders for about a day

While you are waiting you can get started on the strips of fabric you’ll be using later. Figure out how thick you want the bands to look and measure them out of the fabric you are using

Don"t forget to add a seam allowance, like I did. The length of the strips doesn’t really matter right now, as long as it’s long enough to wrap around your arm once you should be fine. I cut out 12 to be on the safe side. You should have something like this.

Once I had the strips cut out I folded the seam allowance over on all of them, this made it easier later when I attached them to the main piece.

You can then put the strips to the side and go back to the main pattern piece. For the forearm it should look something like this once flattened

You’ll want to clean up the edges with the plastic hanging off and then transfer the pattern piece onto a piece of paper, again making sure to add seam allowance around the edges.

Once you’ve traced around the whole thing you can cut it out and that will be the pattern for the main piece of your arm wrap. Use the pattern to cut out a piece in the fabric you are using and together with your straps your pieces should look like this.

You want to sew on the strips one at a time, starting from one end then making your way to the other. I started from the bottom. Pin the strip onto the main piece along the hem you already created like this

You then want to sew the strip down along the top and bottom edge. There will be fabric hanging off from the strip, you want your seam to stay in between the edges of the main piece. After that is sewn on cut off any extra material from the strip.

It should look something like this

Continue with the other strips. I attached mine diagonally for the most part. When I was done attaching my strips (I only used 6) this is what I had.

Sew your side seams together.

And then hem the top and bottom.

Viola! You should have an arm (body) wrap that you won’t have to wrap!

(I didn’t hem the top because I attached it directly to the shirt)
Also it should be noted stretch material should probably be used. 
Hope it helps someone! :)

I’m Blue Too

Originally posted by protectbuckybarnesatallcosts

Kurt Wagner x Reader

I’m Blue Too

Author: Morgan

Warnings: None?

Prompt: Can I get a Kurt one where he’s still pretty new and people stare at him bc he’s blue so you find a bunch of like blue hair dye and dye your hair blue but decide that’s not enough so you dye your skin blue and then see him an say “I’m blue too!”

Note: Took a little bit of creative liberty here, hope you don’t mind! J I haven’t written for my smol beeb in sooooooo loooooong omggggggg. I didn’t realize how much I missed him. That said, I’m a bit rusty, so please forgive me while I get back into the swing of things.

Kurt had not yet adjusted to all of the pairs of eyes that watched him at the Mansion. Performing in the circus was one thing. People watched him because he wanted them to. Now he as here, and the other kids couldn’t seem to keep their eyes off of him. Though he didn’t really talk about it, Jean knew it bugged him, and she in turn had told you.

Despite the fact that the elf hadn’t been there long, you still had a soft spot for him, and you wanted him to feel welcome. That was when you found the blue hair dye at the mall. And a beautiful idea had struck you.

One very, very blue night later, you were ready to show Kurt.

It was a beautiful day out. The sun was shining, and because classes for the day had ended, the courtyard was full of mutant children playing with Frisbees and flying kites and messing with their powers. The usual squad was assembled under the tree. Of the group, only a few knew about your new development. Even now, your hair was up in a bun and hidden in a hood.

Kurt was sitting cross-legged between Scott, Peter, and Warren as you, Jean, Ororo, and Jubilee came to sit with them.

“Hey guys.” Jean greeted casually, as though nothing had happened. You pulled the hood off as you took your seat beside Kurt.

“Guten tag,” he smiled a sharp-toothed grin, his adorable blue dimples making themselves known as his tail waved behind him contently. God, he was cute. It made your heart race as you took the newly blue hairs out of the bun that sat atop your head. The wavy locks fell to rest on your shoulders. The boys all looked at you in shock, none of them exactly sure what to say.

Your hair was blue. Nightcrawler blue.

“Woah, what happened?” Peter asked.

“Well, I thought Kurt might be sick of everyone staring, so now they have something else to look at.”

“It’s blue….I am blue.” Kurt couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face or the finger that wandered to your loose blue curls.

“Well, now I’m blue too.”

“I ship it.” Jubilee stated.

“Ditto.” Warren lazily raised a hand. “When are we placing bets?”

“Shut up.” You threw a handful of grass at him. He chuckled. And though you knew they were teasing, you knew it would be sooner than later that you and Mr. Wagner would wind up together. Or at least, you hoped so.

“His Wedding” (Part 9)

Summery:  Modern-Day(AU) Bucky and you are former exes. He moved on but you couldn’t. Since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will go fine with your two best friends, Steve and Natasha by your side.

Word Count: 3857

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance/Drama

Warnings: heart wrenching angst, language.

Characters (by appearance): Bucky, Reader, Lily Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff.

A/N: This part made me too emotional and I cried several times and I had to take breaks from writing it because damn, it was too much. So far, the best chapter I’ve contributed to this series, and I really hope you guys like it!

Also I love Tom and Jerry.

Please leave me some comments to read when I wake up in the morning, so that they make my day! lol, love me, I’m needy.

Sorry for any typos :P

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Previously on “His Wedding” :

“Yes. I’ll be your maid of honor, Lily.”

What do you call a mistake that’s been repeat twice? It’s called a habit. And my habit is to say yes no matter which situation it puts me in.

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Dean wiped the table with a scowl, nearly knocking over a glass with his elbow before catching it and plunking it down loudly. His cheeks turned red as he spied a few women in sundresses giggling in a corner booth.

“Be right there,” he said, picking up the last of the plates and taking them back to the kitchen. The bus boy hadn’t shown up and since Dean was the manager at the seashell grill, the task fell to him along with his job as a server. In fact, tonight had been all around pretty bad if you included the fender bender he’d gotten into on his way to work and the three missed phone calls from his ex, Lisa, trying to get back together with him. Again.

Dean sighed, wishing he were anywhere but at work. It took a moment, but finally, flustered and flushed from the heat of the kitchen—even with the lazy ceiling fans that swirled above in quiet circles, he made it to the table.

“Sorry about that, ladies,” he said with a wink, turning up the side of his lip in typical beach-boy charm for the customers, even if he didn’t feel it.

A tall brunette leaned forward, ordering a pineapple drink right off the bat, a pink sparkly crown on her head. Dean smirked, noticing the glaze in her eyes.

“Bachelorette party?” he guessed, watching the blonde across from her, discreetly play footsie with a redhead—Charlie, he heard the blonde say.

“Yes!” yelled Charlie enthusiastically, throwing her arms in the air. “Anna is getting married next week,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

All three girls seemed incredibly tipsy and Dean couldn’t help but smile because as shitty as this night had started out, at least he would probably be tipped fairly well at the end of it.

Anna leaned forward, eyes roaming Dean’s fit form. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes when barely, under her breath, she muttered something about still needing a stripper for the night.

“Alright,” he said too loudly, cutting her off. “Three Blue Hawaii’s coming up.”

“Wait,” said Charlie, her voice almost humorously serious. “We should probably wait for the maid of honor, don’t you think?”

Anna smiled and got out her phone, holding up a hand for Dean to wait, then dialed a number, scowling as one of the other girls kicked her accidentally under the table.

Dean resisted the urge to sigh, wishing tonight weren’t so empty in the restaurant, then maybe he could excuse himself from the haze of pink giggles to help another customer.

“Cassie!” Anna practically yelled into the phone at her friend. “Where are you?”

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Crawling Chaos - Part Two - Void Stiles

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Void Stiles/Reader

Word Count: 5,687

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), masturbation, bondage, biting, daddy kink, literally 90% of this is PURE FILTH

Notes: I had no restraint on this. Y’all can blame @minhosmeanhoe for literally demanding this from me, and giving me things to add to this because we would just talk about everything kinky with Void. Lemme know your thoughts!

Part 1  Part 3

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Lying From You - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 4,212

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (female receiving), Public Sex, Car Sex, Mentions of Alcohol

Notes: This was actually a request >.> I hope ya’ll like it.

Request: Hi i was just wondering if you maybe could do imagine with stuart where him and reader are working in the google together and they had friends with benefits and reader got pregnant including smut sorry if this is too much and also sorry for my terrible english anyway thank you. :-)

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Road Trip

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: The title is self explanatory.

Word Count: 2,968

Warnings: Language, Light grinding, Light M/M 

A/N: This is my thank you to the +500 little cupcakes who clicked the follow button. This is a domestic polyamory fic. I love you guys so much! Also I’m going to be 25 tomorrow so I might get really drunk tonight. 

Originally posted by amor-delirium

You had spent the weekend with your boyfriends in a nice cabin at the edge of the woods. It was now time to go back to the compound. You walked to the back of the car and put your backpack in the trunk.

“Everything’s here?” Steve asked, his footsteps made a soft crackling sound as he crossed the porch. You turned around and glanced at the trunk’s content.  

“Yeah, I just need to warn Nat that we’re heading out.” You pulled your phone from your back pocket and unlocked it. “I’m driving. Want to be my co-pilot?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Steve smiled, it was so contagious that you couldn’t help but giggle.

After a quick call to your mum-friend, you sat behind the steering wheel and waited until your two super boyfriends were inside to pull out of the driveway.

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Liberty Pt.7


Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peggy x Steve, Wanda x Sam

AU: Pirates of the Caribbean Universe

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Baron Zemo, Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce, surprise character!

Warnings for this fic: Angst, smut, running away, profanity, violence, self defense practicing, injury, alcohol.

Warnings for this chapter: Hungover!Reader, kisses and tickling (fluff), violence (slight gore) sexual harassment, implied necrophilia (shit gets real guys im sorry) death, family issues, guns, daggers, threats.

Word Count: 3217

A/N: enjoy, put a lot of thought into this chapter, my head is spinning! I’m also taking the heading out of new chapters now to keep it tidier.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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“Y/N… Did your father ever tell you where that lullaby is from?” Bucky asked, he could feel the unwanted tears pool in his eyes.

“Mmm, he ne’er told me, why’d y’ask Buck?” You mumbled in your relaxed state.

“Doll… That’s a lullaby only pirates know.”

~

You were fast asleep before you could hear the words, the hangover hitting you prematurely. Bucky shifted you off of his lap to lay on your side on the king size bed. He admired your sleeping form; hair mussed and fanned against the pillow behind you, lips parted ever so slightly, a light snore coming from your mouth. He chuckled before draping the covers over you and kissing your temple.

As Bucky shifted out of the bedchamber, he made his way to the main deck to Steve, Peggy, Sam and Wanda. Both couples were dancing merrily as Bucky approached them. Judging by his scrunched features, they knew something was amiss.

Psst, guys, I need to to tell you something, like, right now.

They all gathered to the galley, ushering the two men that were situated in there outside.

What’s happened? Is everything alright, James?” Peggy pushed, worried for the man in front of her.

I-I’ve just put Y/N to bed and, er,” Bucky stuttered, not knowing how to wrap his head around the subject, “she requested if she could sing me a lullaby, albeit it was actually her going to sleep, and… the one she sang, it… it was a pirate’s lullaby, thought some of the words were missing I recognized them perfectly. Her father is a governor, she told me herself- she told me her father used to sing it to her when she was a babe, her mother had died during childbirth.”  

It took a while for the group to adjust to Bucky’s confession, the thought of you knowing such a rare poem, known only to pirates, shook them.

Steve cleared his throat, “Surely there must be some coincidence? Maybe… Maybe her father heard it from someone whom he was traveling the seas with?” He pondered, and Peggy wrapped her hands around his arm, squeezing him with a smile.

Steve, always the man who had faith in the most unlikely people, even if he didn’t know them.

N-No, I wouldn’t think so. We all know Pirates sing those lullabies to their own kin, they don’t sing them when they’re wandering or in enemy territory, or anywhere off their ships, for that matter. There must be some sort of connection?” Bucky was pacing now, making conspiracies throughout his head and Wanda cleared her throat.

Oh, merciful God… Bucky, you do know who’s been missing for nineteen years, right? He hasn’t been seen by a living soul, he was only known by his pirate name. The Trading Company never caught him because they could never locate him, therefore they never knew what he looked like. My…My father told me-

Oh, don’t say his name. I beg of you.” Bucky cried, everyone’s eyes were on him. The realization and fear was written on all of their faces.

We have to think of a plan, Bucky,” Sam mumbled.

Bucky kicked a lone stool before rubbing his face. “You’re correct, Sam. We need to make a plan tonight, Steve, Peggy,” Bucky looked up at the tall blonde and short brunette, earning two small nods, “what are your thoughts on accompanying us to Singapore?

~

The Governor stood by the large grandfather clock, the time was 8:46 pm and he was holding his daughter’s pale blue dress in his withering hands. He made his way to the main deck of his ship, where Peter awaited.

Sir, I swear. I haven’t seen her or two weeks. She didn’t say a word to me - like she would have - she would have left a note or a letter or a secret sort of hint. I’ve only just found her dress underneath my bed, a pair of pants and a blouse of mine have gone missing too. She only mentioned once - and this was months ago - that she wanted to go away and never come back. I’m sorry, Sir.” Peter stuttered, his fingers tapping against one another as the crease between his brows deepened. The young man was upset, worried, all the negative emotions rushing towards him full throttle like a tidal wave. He felt heartbroken because you were his best friend- his only friend apart from the mule that shifted the grinds and gears in the blacksmiths.

It’s okay, Peter, you didn’t know,” The man reassured him, patting him on the back. “Why don’t you eat something, boy? I’m sure you’re famished after all the interrogation, help yourself to some fruit and water.

Peter muttered thanks as he plucked an apple from the fruit crate.

I’d like you to accompany me, Peter, I want you to help me find my daughter.

It’d be an honour, Sir.

Let’s hoist the sails then, Mr. Parker.

~

The sun had risen, the blinding rays blinding your awakening form. You looked at the small clock hung against the wall of the bedchamber and gasped; it was half nine in the morning, you were normally awake by eight.

You looked beside you to find Bucky’s side of the bed empty, the memories of last night’s rendezvous flowing through your head, the dancing the alcohol, the shooting the throwing up, all of it. But there was something missing, you felt, something important.

As you scrambled to get up, a throbbing pain occurred between your eyes.

Hangover.

So this is what it feels like? The effects of the rum from the party had definitely turned your brain into a whirlwind of blood, sending you straight to your knees with a small cry.

You suddenly heard footsteps coming towards the bedchamber, you looked up to see Bucky coming to crouch by your side.

Oh, sweet Jesus, Y/N, are you alright?” Bucky asked, his warm hands coming to lift you up and plop you down on the bed gently.

I-I don’t know, Buck. I just need some water…” You looked up at him. His eyes were surrounded by purple again, a dark shadow. Judging by his clothes, he hadn’t even come to bed last night.

I know that look, doll, what’s wrong?” The tall brunette kneeled in front of you, his hands gently rubbing at your bare thighs.

You didn’t sleep last night, why, Bucky? You know it makes you feel unwell.

I…

Come on, my love, spit it out. Tell me how you’re feeling and what’s on your mind.” You urged, your eyes still squinting because of the harsh rays of sunlight pouring through the small windows. You brought your small hands to run through his dark hair, lightly scratching at his scalp.

You’re going to have to take this in… carefully. Well, last night, you were absolutely smashed, no doubt about it,” You groaned at the words, scared that you did anything embarrassing. “you… You were resting your head on my lap as you were drifting off. You asked if you could sing me a lullaby,” You turned beet-red in embarrassment. “What you sang…fuck…” He rested his forehead on your stomach and breathed deeply.

Oh, someday this chair may be a boat for another pair and you and your baby will sail the sea.” He mumbled the words, the octaves of his voice slightly deeper.

Within this same rocking chair, and as we rock and hum and sing so you will go sailing too,” You continued.

And pirate dreams, with sweep and with swing, will take baby and boat and you.” Bucky looked up at you then, meeting your bright eyes. You felt the tears prick at the corners; your father had always sung that to you when you were small, and at times when you couldn’t sleep as a young adult and the realisation hit you. “Y/N… it’s a pirate’s lullaby.

I-I gathered that from the…the…” Your chest started heaving as the panic hit you. Was your father a pirate? Was he a wanted man? Was his name even his actual name?

Darling, shh, shh, it’s going to be okay. Now, I need you to listen to me, please, Y/N?” Bucky gently grabbed your face in his calloused hands, using his thumbs to wipe away the salty tears smearing your cheeks. “We’ll figure this out, but I’m going to have to ask you some questions- that’s if you don’t mind?” You shook your head.

Bucky crawled onto the bed and ushered you to sit on his lap, facing him. His hands pulled at your waist, egging you into coming closer to him, you obliged and shuffled up, your smooth thighs rubbing against the cord-like fabric of his trousers. You felt one of Bucky’s large hands rub up and down soothingly on your back and you relaxed in his touch.

Now, my love, I’ll probably only have to ask you about three questions.” You hummed in response, tears still slipping from your eyes. “Could you tell me what your father looks like?

You described him as a man with slightly tan skin, wrinkles upon his face, and when he didn’t wear the grey Governor’s wig, he donned a head full of jet black hair which was usually ties back. He sported a dark grey to almost black beard, always trimmed neatly. As you finished your description, Bucky inhaled shakily.

Did he ever mention to you about a ship called ‘The Queen Anne’s Revenge?’”

No, I don’t think he did.” You whispered, playing with the ruffled edge of the collar of his blouse.

There was once a pirate named Blackbeard. 19 years ago…He disappeared off the face of the earth, no one knew where he went, where he is at this very moment.” You furrowed your brow, trying to string things together in your mind. “Rumours spread amongst pirates that the notorious captain had found love in a woman of good fortune, she was a Lady, born not to royalty but to wealth. He wasn’t attracted to her money, but to her soul.” Bucky took a deep breath and continued his explanation. “His ship was the Queen Anne’s Revenge and when he disappeared, she disappeared with him, maybe she lies at the bottom of the ocean, who knows. But I must ask you this, Y/N. What is your father’s name?

Edward. Edward Teach.” You replied.

~

Bucky felt as if his whole world had jolted to a stop, he felt the colour drain from his face as he heard the name fall from your lips.

Blackbeard, also known as Edward Teach (amongst pirates) was the thing all men feared aside the gallows. Bucky had never met the man, but his father used to tell him stories about the wickedness; how he could use his sword to steer his ship and maim mutineers with a flick of his fingers.

If it wasn’t coincidental, and Blackbeard was your father, everyone surrounding you would be in mortal danger. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

Bucky gently squeezed your hip, “Your father is Blackbeard.

“Is that… a bad thing?

Many people have fallen to his blade, he had no mercy, killed innocent men and women. Some say he was full of dark magic- that his sword was cursed. He attempted to take command of the sea, but failed, that’s when he went missing. Most pirates assumed he had been taken to Davy Jones’ Locker- but they were obviously wrong.” You took a sharp inhale of breath, pulling back to look Bucky dead in the eyes.

He’ll come for us, he’ll find us. My father didn’t really pay much attention to me after I turned 18- he arranged for me to be married to Commodore Zemo but-

Zemo?” Bucky choked, his turquoise eyes wide with shock and his mouth agape.

Yes, Baron Zemo… A weird man, really, do you know him, Bucky?” You questioned, hands still resting lightly on his neck.

Not personally, but we’ve had a few spats during my years sailing the sea. He tried to send me to the gallows once, I’m surprised you never heard.” You winced at the thought of Bucky being hanged. He looked at you then, a hand creeping its way to your face, a soft thumb rubbing your jaw.

He pulled you a bit closer as he placed a soft kiss to your nose. You blushed and giggled as he began to pepper kisses all over your face, the tickling feeling making you forget about the life threatening circumstances for just a few fleeting moments.

I must admit, waking up how I did wasn’t the best way to wake up, neither was the whole ‘your father is blackbeard!’ but, right now, with you? I can get through my day.” You murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Bucky’s lips. Your Bucky.

I’m sorry you had to wake up like that. Y’know, if I could rewind to the day you boarded my ship I wouldn’t have grabbed you by the neck and scared the shit out of you- if I heard what had been going on I would have been way easier on you than I was at the beginning.” Bucky admitted.

My sweet, I wouldn’t have it any different. I’m here now, I’m happier than I was back at Port Royal, I wouldn’t trade it for the most rarest gold on this earth.

Are you sweet talking me, princess?” You chuckled and then your smile faltered.

Er, have Peggy and Steve left?

No, actually, with all the whole… y’know, they’re accompanying us to Singapore.” He grinned as he saw your face light up. You done a double fist to the air and yelped when Bucky’s slender fingers tickled your soft sides, you were a laughing, fidgeting mess and he looked at you with the amount of admiration a smitten husband gives his wife.

You are truly beautiful, Y/N, are you sure you’re not a mermaid?” Bucky chuckled.

I’m not as beautiful as a mermaid, Bucky.

True, you’re way more beautiful.” Bucky began to tickle you again, making you fall backwards onto the large with a thump. Bucky laid by your side and held your hand in his whilst you both stared up at the ceiling.

So… what’s the master plan for today?” You mumbled.

Well, Peggy and Sam are going to teach you how to shoot properly until you can get the hang of it yourself. Steve, Wanda and I are going to inform the crews what is going to happen, or what could happen, hopefully there won’t be any backlash or mass suicide as soon as they hear the word ‘Blackbeard’

~

The fuck do you mean Y/N’s father is Blackbeard?!” You heard Brock scream. You were on the quarterdeck of the ship with Peggy and Sam, firing a few rounds for practice. You turned back to Sam and he looked at you with a face and he mumbled ‘ignore him, he’s an arrogant piece of shit

Men! Listen to me!” Bucky yelled, clearly irritated at the hustling and bustling of worried and angered voices. “This has all happened so suddenly. Y/N didn’t know until I had to confirm it for her. She is just as shaken as we are!

The rest of what he said was white noise as you tried to focus on shooting. The small blasts in front of you the only thing you could really hear.

~

Later that night, you had a small moment of despair and anxiety. Your father was Blackbeard. Your father was a murderer, a fugitive.

As you leaned against the railing of Bucky’s ship, you looked up at the stars. As a little girl, your father told you that your mother was up there somewhere, always looking down on you. But now you didn’t know what to believe, first your father not informing you about who and what he was, what if your mother was still alive?

You felt a stray tear slip down your cheek, you hastily wiped it away as you heard heavy footsteps approach you.

No need for tears.” The voice was gruff, and you instantly recognized it from earlier; Brock Rumlow.

B-Brock, er, what are you doing out here? I thought you’d be sleeping…

No time to sleep when Blackbeard has resurfaced.” He snapped, and you suddenly saw him flinch. You felt a cold blade being held against your neck as he pressed his front onto your back, squishing you between his tall body and the hard wood of the ship.

W-What are you-” You stopped speaking as the blade was pressed harder against your neck.

Now you listen to me, princess. I don’t care if you’re the Captain’s little slut, I will slice your fucking throat open, let you drain and then dump your body in the ocean for your dear father to find, after me and my friend Alexander have had a little bit of fun with you,” You could feel the pulsing behind your eyes and the burning in your throat as you struggled to keep the pained cries from slipping out. The words coming from his mouth were vile like nothing you heard before, you were disgusted and felt the familiar sensation of vomit rise in your throat. “I’m not risking Blackbeard’s blade again,Again? So this is a grudge. “and I know for a fact he will find all of us, probably massacre us all just to get his precious little daughter back.

By then you were shaking like a leaf, you weren’t going to get out of this.

Give me one good reason I shouldn’t shoot your fuckin’ nasty piece of shit head off your neck right now.” Sam’s thick accent growled. Thank goodness, you were saved. You were stupid enough to come out here unarmed.

As Brock turned his head, holding you still underneath his bulging arm, he heard a whirring surrounding his ears and red wisps of light swirled around his head and neck.

You move that blade one inch and I will crush the bones in your neck to dust, then I will gladly watch you suffer.” Wanda. It was two against one, but you were still at a disadvantage; unarmed with the sharp metal still held against the soft skin of your neck, right on top of the hard cartilage. Your life was in this bastard’s hands, literally.

Before you could think, a loud bang came from behind you, the sound of curdling blood strong in your ears and you felt the sticky texture of it and human tissue splatter against your skin. You felt the burly man’s body fall limp, the blade falling from his then clenched fist.

You whipped around on your heel to see Bucky holding a rifle, the face he held was murderous and his eyes looked almost black in the dim light, it was almost as if he didn’t look like himself.

Sam, fetch me Pierce, please.” Bucky’s voice was deeper than usual, yes, his voice would drop a few octaves when he was angry, but this was a whole other level.

Your world had stopped. Your hair and skin was stained with the blood of a man you had never provoked, you were a statue, stuck, unwilling to move, the stench of iron in your lungs.

And then everything was black.

~

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Home Alone

Pairing: Negan x reader x another female

Summary: What can you say? You’re a creative genius, if your mind is not being mentally stimulated you can be pretty disruptive to the productivity of others. It’s a good thing that Negan and Sam don’t mind.

Words: 2145

Warnings: Sexual polyamourous relationship between professor and students, girl on girl action, ffm threesome, daddy kink, unprotected sex, use of toys, masturbation

Author’s Notes: Yes it’s a sequel, no you don’t have to read part one, but if you want to here’s the link. Sam is @grungedaddykinks . Feel free to message me if you have any writing ideas for me.


You never thought you would be involved in a polyamorous relationship but so far things were going pretty well. You weren’t really sure what your relationship status was with neither Sam or Negan but things were getting pretty serious. After the term ended, Negan moved you and Sam into his house. It was very well maintained and a huge upgrade from student housing. You couldn’t even fathom trying to sneak Negan and Sam into your old dorm room. The house was right in the centre of town but far enough away from the university that you didn’t risk running into anyone you knew when the three of you would go out and pick up groceries. Negan had even taken you and Sam on a couple of dates.

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How to: study multiple languages at once!

So this is how I study multiple languages at once. Hopefully, the tips here will help someone else!

The basics:

  • As others have said, try to avoid studying two closely-related languages at the same time, unless you’re already at an intermediate or advanced level in one of them. This just leads to confusion of grammatical structures and vocab. 
  • Be realistic. Learning two languages at once is going to take twice as long as learning one, and learning four languages at once is going to take twice as long as learning two. That’s okay, but don’t expect to be fluent in any of them in six months, and don’t get too down on yourself for not progressing as much as you’d hope. Take your time, you will get there

Time management:

Know how to prioritise your languages. 

  • To figure out how much time you’re willing to spend on each language, list your target languages in order of priority. For me, French is most important, followed by German, and then Danish. This is because I’m currently studying in preparation for a degree in French and German, but I’ll be taking an intermediate class in French, whereas German is a beginner’s class. I’m not formally studying Danish at all, so Danish is my last priority. 

Know how you study most effectively.

  • Personally, I like studying to an objective rather than to time. Generally, that objective will be “cover the sentence structure for a main clause”, or “cover exceptions for how verbs are conjugated in the present tense”, for example. If you’re like me, but have limited time to study, choose an objective that won’t take long to cover, such as “note down the endings for personal pronouns in the present tense”. 
  • Also be careful to make use of your time when you are studying - if you already know everything there is to know about personal pronouns, there’s no point in reviewing them unless you’re struggling to use them in practice. 

Figure out when (and what) you can study.

If you have, say, an hour a day to study three different languages, you need to figure out what you can study and when. There’s a few different ways to split this up:

  • Monday - Friday: two languages every day, then an hour for the third on Saturday and Sunday. (2hrs 30mins for two languages a week, 2 hours a week for the third.)
  • Monday - Saturday: alternate three languages, then twenty minutes each on Sunday. (2hrs 20mins per language per week.)
  • Monday - Saturday: alternate two languages, then an hour on Sunday for the third. (3 hours for two languages a week, 1 hour a week for the third.)

Note: I use Duolingo and Memrise every day, but I don’t include them in the time allocated above. Duolingo and Memrise are just so I can get a little practice in at all my target languages every day, even if I’m not properly studying them. 

If you’re significantly better at one language:

  • Spend less time on a language that you’re more familiar with. If you already have a feel for French but not German, spend more time on German, especially if you’ve already studied French before. 

If you have a lot of spare time:

  • Use it effectively. In this case, like me, you don’t necessarily need to plan your time to the minute. 
  • Personally, I use weekdays to study French and German. Evenings and weekends are for Danish, and any extra French or German study I feel like doing. The most important thing is to use the time effectively - just because you’re able to write out verb conjugations for an hour straight, doesn’t mean it’s going to help you remember them (unless it works for you, in which case, go for it!). 

When you have little spare time:

  • When you only have a little spare time for languages each day, try not to use it for Duolingo or Memrise. Use Duo when travelling, making dinner, or any time you have five minutes to yourself, and set the goal as low as possible. Instead, use the little time you have to quickly cover concepts that you’re particularly struggling with, have a ten minute chat with a native speaker, post something on lang-8 (even if it’s only two sentences!) or make a vocab list. Duo is great, but not when you’re using it instead of using your time more effectively.

Avoid confusing languages:

If you’re studying two or more languages in one day:

  • Try to choose two languages from different families to study that day. For example, if you’re choosing between studying French, Spanish, Danish and Norwegian each week, dedicate a few days to studying French and Danish, and the rest of the week to studying Spanish and Norwegian. You could also alternate weekly to avoid as much confusion as possible.
  • If I’m taking a break of more than half an hour, I like to study one language before the break, and another language after the break, as well. 

Separate them until you’re used to them:

  • Until you have a feel for each language, keep them totally separate. Don’t put songs from different languages into the same playlist, don’t watch one movie in Norwegian followed by one in Danish, and don’t revise your French notes immediately after revising your Spanish notes.

Understand the basics:

  • It’s much easier to avoid confusing languages when you have a good feel for each language, and this is easier when you understand common concepts. Grammatically, this refers to sentence structure, personal and possessive pronouns, and the most common tenses. In terms of vocab, knowing some common prepositions and conjugations as well as common nouns and verbs is definitely helpful. 

It’s okay to compare:

  • It can also be helpful to compare concepts you’re already used to. Constructing the present perfect is essentially the same in both French and German: take the present tense of “to be” or “to have”, and the past participle. I came across this concept in French first, and so it didn’t take long for me to understand it in German - I just had to adjust accordingly. It’s okay to compare, as long as it’s comparison, and not confusion. 

Start studying from different levels:

  • When I started studying French on my own, I had already been studying Danish for a couple years (though not always intently). It took a little while for the French I already knew to come back to me, but it did come back. As I was already familiar with both Danish and French when I started studying French, it was a lot easier to separate them in my mind. I waited until I had re-familiarised myself with French before I started German. Next, I’m going to start learning Korean, but again, I’m waiting until I have a more solid understanding of German. You don’t have to wait until you’re fluent or intermediate in one language, but being familiar with the languages you’re already learning before starting another is incredibly beneficial. 

For Duolingo and Memrise:

  • My Duo goal is set to 30xp - 1 lesson per language - and I have 5 minute goals for each language on Memrise. Rather than hitting 30xp on Duo, and then all my goals on Memrise, I do 10 xp of German, then my German on memrise, and repeat for French and Danish. 


I hope this helps someone! If there’s anything you think I should add, or anything you find helpful, please let me know!

Loosely based off of how often Lindsay posts about her vivid dreams/nightmares - I like to imagine that Ruby has the same issue. 

Given her wild imagination, Ruby probably has a lot of really intense dreams. Some of them good and some of them not. Yang is accustomed to it, she’s had many nights where she wakes Ruby up when she starts talking or yelling in her sleep. 

It was a harder adjustment for the dorm room though, when Blake first heard Ruby yelling “WHERE IS SHE?!” it was pretty scary. Especially since she only really knew Ruby as a bubbly and bouncy kid. 

Weiss hated it at first, if only because the one time she woke up and tried to help it was after Ruby had a really bad nightmare and started crying and talking about her mom and Weiss was completely unequipped to help. It made her feel bad, like failing a test. How could she be the best partner ever if she couldn’t make Ruby feel better?

So she eventually asked Yang for some advice and when she said she wanted to help deal with it, on the rare occasions it came up, Yang was surprised but grateful. Blake wanted in on it too, for team unity and all that. Not because she cared - she didn’t. Of course not…not Blake Belladonna….nahh.

Eventually, they worked out a system and if Ruby started talking in her sleep, first one to hear it was on Ruby Duty. 

Blake would usually hear it first, but if Weiss happened to as well it was Weiss’ turn. For the really bad ones, they’d bring in Yang and Yang would sit up on Ruby’s bunk until she calmed down and both Weiss and Blake would usually stay up, pretending to be asleep, waiting for Yang to come down meaning Ruby had fallen back asleep. 

It’s not anything any of them talked about, and it didn’t happen very often, but Ruby’s dreams were something all of them became very aware of and adjusted to.

When Beacon fell, Ruby didn’t have anyone there to help her through the bad ones. It took a toll on her for a while because she struggled to fall asleep. Once she hit the road with Jaune, Nora and Ren - it was something she knew would happen and hoped she could handle. She was trying to convince herself every day that she was old enough to take care of herself. She didn’t need a bed buddy to help her through a bad dream. 

Then a bad one hit her during a night camping in the forest. It wasn’t her mother or a Grimm attack - it was watching Penny be torn to pieces. It shook her, badly - to the point that she woke up screaming and scared the hell out of her new team. 

With no way to keep it to herself, Ruby told them all about her dreams and how they’ve always been something she’s dealt with. About how after Beacon fell, they were even worse and more like flashbacks than nightmares - tormenting her. 

That’s when Nora started sleeping a little closer and Ren started helping Ruby clear her mind before it was time to go to bed with breathing exercises and good stretching routines to help her relax. Jaune would make a note to tell dumb jokes he’d heard or tell Ruby about all the silly things he collected as a kid. 

The nightmares lessened and Ruby found herself sleeping better. Which made it all the easier to help Jaune when she found out he wasn’t sleeping well either 

Tired

Yet another Bughead one-shot where Jughead and Betty seem to be alone in the Cooper house? I don’t know why I keep doing this guys but it’s just what my brain generates! I wasn’t sure about this one when I first wrote it, but I went back and re-read it and added stuff and I think I quite like it now? Anyways let me know what you think! Much love <3

read it on ao3


Tired: 

“And then, if you multiple this number… by this one… then you can solve the equation,” Betty explained calmly, pointing at her notes. “Got it Jug?” She questioned, glancing to the seat next to her where her boyfriend sat. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth at the sight, nibbling it gently to supress the giggle that threatened to surface.

Jughead was sat straight up in the chair placed at the Coopers’ dining room table, his hand perched on top of his textbook, poised as if he was still clutching the pencil that had fallen out of his hand. His head was drooped in a fashion that looked anything but comfortable, his thick raven curls had fallen across his face like a veil, hiding it and his beanie was barely balanced on his head anymore. Betty could hear the faint sound of soft snores from behind the dark curtain of hair, confirming that her boyfriend had fallen asleep. She couldn’t help but wonder in his adorableness, her eyes shining whilst she continued to gnaw on her full bottom lip.

After a few moments of silence while Betty watched his sleeping form, she spoke to him in a soft voice, “Juggie? You nodded off?”

Silence, with the exception of quiet snuffling snores.

“Jug?” she called louder this time.

His gentle snores appeared to only be growing louder, rather than ceasing.

“Jughead Jones!” Betty yelled, and swiftly giggled when Jughead’s head snapped up abruptly, his eyes wide in shock, and blinked exaggeratedly a few times, taking in his surroundings.

“M’awake” he muttered groggily, closing his eyes again and leaning his head to rest on the back of the chair. Betty laughed melodiously as she heard the quiet snores fill the air once again.

She shuffled her chair closer and reached over to him, shaking his shoulder gently. “Hey, you,” she cooed lovingly to him when his eyes opened again, hooded and drooping rapidly. “I gather someone’s tired?” she asked tenderly, trailing her hand upwards, softly stroking his cheek and pushing the unruly curls back from his face.

“Mmhmm” he murmured lowly, sighing as Betty continued to brush her slender fingers through his hair, the sensation lulling him further towards sleep. God, it felt good. He couldn’t help it when his eyes fluttered shut as her fingertips gently scratched his scalp.

“Am I boring you, huh?” she smiled, teasing him.

His sleepy expression vaguely morphed into a frown at her words. “No…” he grunted, “Haven’t… Haven’t been sleeping…” he breathed sluggishly.

Betty sighed, she knew he’d been having problems sleeping lately, but she didn’t know it was affecting him this badly. “It’s okay, Juggie” she laced their fingers together, “you think you can make it up the stairs?”

He rolled his head around from the back of the chair, and nodded faintly, but Betty couldn’t ignore the way his neck slouched unwillingly, or the way he couldn’t keep his eyes from falling shut. She wondered how he could have become so exhausted without her noticing.

She gently helped him up by their joined hands. He stumbled on his feet a little, not nearly composed enough to hold the weight of his body. Betty sighed watching him and tugged him towards her before she pulled one of his arms round her shoulders, keeping their fingers linked and wrapped her other arm securely around his waist, in an attempt to support her very tired boyfriend. It took her a moment to adjust, trying to find balance as she was reminded how tall he actually was, and how he was deceptively heavy.

“Gosh Juggie, you can really feel all those burgers now” Betty laughed to herself under her breath, and she shifted their weights. “How is it possible for someone to be asleep standing up?” she gasped while she squirmed underneath his lanky frame.

Eventually, she found some level of stability and began to guide them from the dining room towards the stairs. It had proven a real challenge for Betty to pull her boyfriend up the steps, pondering whether her staircase had always been such a distance.

“Come on, Betty!” she muttered to herself, psyching herself up, “You’re a river vixen, you toss girls into the air most days of the week! You can do this.”

Jughead appeared to continue to drift in and out of consciousness, despite moving, which meant Betty had to repeatedly stop him from missing his footing on the stairs, which would surely result in both of them tumbling down the stairs. When they reached her bedroom, she adjust her hold on him so that she could turn the handle and push the door open.

“Almost there, come on Juggie” she huffed, tired from the labours and guided them into the room. When they reached the bedside, Betty tore back the covers and allowed Jughead’s limp body to fall onto the bed, steading him into a sitting position. As gently as she could, Betty pushed the flannel shirt off his shoulders, pulling his arms from the item of clothing, leaving him in his t-shirt. She removed the suspenders that dangled from the waistband of his jeans, and slipped the beanie off his head, amazed it hadn’t fallen off in the trek up the stairs, placing the items in a pile carefully. Finally, she crouched at her boyfriend’s feet and pulled off the boots that covered his feet, electing to leave him in his jeans, deciding it would be too great a feat to try and wriggle him out of the pants in his sluggish state. When Betty rose from the floor, Jughead’s head had drooped again. Carefully, she helped lower him from his sitting position to rest his head against the pillows, pulling the covers over him. Betty placed a soft kiss on his forehead, and turned towards the door.

“Betty?” a husky voice calls from amongst the pillows and covers.

“Yeah Jug?” she coos, swaying back to face him. His eyes remain closed and his breathing is slow, so she knows he is dangling on the edge of consciousness.

“Love you…” he breathes out, a smile erupting on his girlfriend’s face at his absentminded confession.

“I love you too, Juggie,” Betty whispers as she backs away towards the door and closes it behind her, leaving him in peace to catch up on his much-needed sleep. Downstairs, she slumped back into her chair at the dining room table, casting a glance at their abandoned math homework, willing herself to continue working on it. Her attempts were unsuccessful as her mind wandered to the boy in her bed. He’d seemed okay when they had first arrived home after school, but Betty had noticed that the dark circles under his eyes were larger than usual, that he’d barely spoken, been spacing out more. She wondered how he’s made it through the school day without dozing off, but glad he had held off, kids could be cruel.

Some twenty minutes after she’d come downstairs, Betty sighed at the realisation that she hadn’t touched her school work and retreated to her bedroom. She wondered if there would ever be a time that she didn’t smile at the sight of Jughead in her bed: the irony of how at home the dark, brooding boy looked amongst her pastel sheets was never lost on her. She quickly swapped her jeans and sweater for a pair of shorts and a loose tank top and slipped underneath the covers beside the boy she loved. Tangling her legs with his, she rested her head on his chest and was quickly lulled to sleep by the steady beat of Jughead’s heart.

When Jughead stirred from his sleep, the first thing he registered was that he didn’t remember getting into a bed, so he was unsure why he was waking up in one. The second thing he noticed was that Betty was practically wrapped around him, clinging to him in her sleep.

“Betts?” he called gruffly, gently stroking her golden tresses while she woke.

“Hey, Juggie” she murmured sleepily, looking up at him with glazed green eyes that shone in the darkness of the room. “Feeling better?” she rolled so she was resting on her forearms, leaning over him slightly. One nimble hand reached up and cupped his cheek, thumb stroking his cheekbone lightly.

“Much better, thank you” his hand trailed up to grasp her wrist, securing her hand where it held his face, making Betty smile down at him tenderly. With his other hand, he found the small of her back where she hovered over him, and pushed gently so her body pressed into his.

“Did you put me to bed, Betty Cooper?” he asked after a moment, smirking at her slightly with raised eyebrows. He was still confused about the nature of how he had ended up in her bed.

“I did” she smirked back at him, “And you, Jughead Jones, may want to think about a diet, because it was anything but easy to drag you upstairs!” Betty laughed at the way her boyfriend’s eyes narrowed at her response.

“Excuse me?” he gasped, “how on earth did you carry me up the stairs?” Jughead glanced over his girlfriend’s petite frame, tightening his hold secured around her small waist. “I don’t think that’s possible.”

Betty gazed at his face, now slightly eased of the tired lines that had been etched into his skin. She trailed a finger along his jawline softly, “Yeah well, I wanted you to fall asleep in a proper bed, rather than the dining room table,” she hummed with a tight-lipped smile. Jughead could see that worry that glimmered in her jade green eyes, a sinking feeling settled in his stomach knowing he was the one that put it there.

“I’m so sorry, Betts” he groaned, covering his face with his hands, trying to hide the flush that covered his cheeks.

“Hey…” she tried to prise his hands away, struggling as he resisted. “Hey!” She laughed as they squirmed together, finally pulling Jughead’s hands so her eyes could rest on his handsome features. She let her fingertips trail over the sharp lines of his face, marvelling at the softness of his skin. “I love you,” she crooned down at him, “I’m just glad you got some proper rest.”

Jughead cradled her face in his hands, pulling his girlfriend to him and pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was slow and languid, two pairs of lips moving together effortlessly, but filled with the love that always lingered in their kisses. Betty’s hand slipped behind Jughead’s head, fingers threading into his jet-black locks, pulling him impossibly closer. The sweet pace of their kiss faltered when Jughead slipped his tongue into Betty’s mouth, eliciting a soft mewl from her.

The moment was ruined when Jughead’s stomach audibly growled. Betty pulled her lips from his and erupted in giggles, pulling her hand to cover her mouth in attempt to stifle her laughter when she saw the way her boyfriend’s eyes had narrowed at her.

“You hungry?” Betty chuckled, biting her lip and grinning widely.

“Apparently so” Jughead grumbled moodily. “What time is it?”

“Um…” Betty glanced at the alarm clock positioned on her bedside table, “Half past midnight.”

“Midnight snack?” Jughead proposed with a boyish grin.

Betty nodded, reluctantly pushing her body off Jughead’s and rolling out of the bed. Jughead groaned as she slipped from beneath the covers, revealing a pair of long legs poking out from her shorts.

“Betts, has anyone ever told you that you have incredible legs?” he hummed as he began to push himself out of the bed. She turned to face him grinning.

“Yes, you have. Nearly every day for about a year and a half” she chuckled, shaking her head lightly. “Who knew you were such a flirt?”

Jughead raised from the bed and walked towards her, pressing a hand on the small of her back as he began steering them towards the doorway. “Only for you, Betts. Only for you…” he smirked down at her.

“I can’t believe that someone who loves food as much as you can’t cook anything over than ramen and frozen pizza!” Betty throw her hands up in mock frustration, towards her boyfriend who was currently leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Hey! Don’t be so harsh,” he retorted, “I also happen to be very proficient in making toast!”

“Oh my gosh, Juggie!” Betty laughed, covering her face with her hands.

“It’s not my fault! The world happens to provide half decent ready meals, and reasonably priced burgers from Pop’s” Jughead attempted to justify his lack of culinary skills. “Plus a beautiful girlfriend who happens to be a tremendous cook…” he offered with a lopsided boyish grin.

Betty sighed, dropping her hands from her face and leaning back on the counter behind her, so she could look at her boyfriend. Her attempt to maintain a serious expression failed when Jughead continued to grin at her, causing a smile of her own to blossom. She turned away from his gaze, reaching up to the cupboards, pulling it open. “How does homemade muffins sound?”

“Sounds fucking incredible, Betts.”

Unforgettable - Choi Minho (M)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Choi Minho x Reader
Word Count: 3.1k
Author’s note: Here it is, the part 2 to Unrequited! I highly recommend reading part 1 first so that you’ll understand what’s going on in this installment. Anyway, thank you so much to everyone who read Unrequited and to anyone who’s going to read this - you guys motivate me so much, you have no idea. Enjoy and feel free to let me know what you think! :) ♡ (The GIF is mine)


You have gotten a little used to waking up to Taemin’s face during the morning because there were some nights that you would have an impromptu sleepover either at your place or his when one or both of you were really drunk and couldn’t get home but that morning, seeing his bare, lightly tanned torso and handsome face, you felt uncomfortable. And also because you were naked, which was completely unlike all the other mornings that you found him lying next to you.

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Defying Expectations

The ATLA AU; in which Law and Sabo are waterbenders, Ace is a firebender, and Luffy bucks the world’s expectations and is an unconventional airbender. 


It’s funny how everyone considers earth to be the stubborn element.

As far as Trafalgar D. Water Law is concerned, air is the most persistent son of a bitch to ever exist. And he’s only saying this because he knows Monkey D. Luffy, Airbender and humongous pain in the ass.

In his ass.

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Never Trust a Guy With a Metal Arm

Summary/Request: Hello again!!! Here I am with a new request Buckyxreader. The reader is Peter Quill’s younger sister, she can control electricity and is part of the Guardians of the Galaxy. During a patrol, she, Rocket and Baby Groot fell on Earth and the Avengers found they. The team bring they at the tower for the reader, finally, call to Quill. Bucky is impressed with her powers he meets her and starts to like her, but Rocket and Baby Groot are really protectors. It’s a little long but is this! Thank you! ( @mimisari234 )

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Nope i don’t think

A/N: I couldn’t have got this done without @winterxblood and her inspirational gif


“See? This is why I don’t like you driving my Milano!”

Peter scowled at you as he tried to shake off the restraints from his wrists and ankles.

The four of you were on duty somewhere beyond the galaxy. Having time to spend, you decided to gear up and start your brother’s Milano so the team would get to your destination faster, without having to wait for the ship to cool and start.

You thought it was smart, but Peter, on the other hand, thought the opposite. You insisted on driving and before you knew it, you crashed the ship on rocky grounds in the middle of god knows where.

 The group was immediately taken into a big truck where several people bound you at the wrists, ankles, and even took your weapons. You had a shock collar on in case you’d try your powers on the poor people. They obviously knew who you guys were.

“My apologies, brother for trying to help you out back there.” You huffed, resting your head on the cool surface of the vehicle’s wall.

“How thoughtful of you.“

“Where are they taking us, anyway?” Rocket asked. The four of you rocked back and forth in the car, trying your hardest to see what was on the other side of the driver’s spot. Groot shook in his tiny space in the little glass jar he was in, banging on the walls which clearly didn’t help.

“Hey, asshole,” You shouted out the window to the driver. “Where are you taking us?” Nudging your elbow to bang on the cement. The man in the uniform said nothing, only to glare at you through the mirror and shut the door.

“Thanks a lot, Y/N.” Peter rolled his eyes. You kicked his combat boots with yours.

“If only Gamora was here, she’d side with me and I’d have you kick your-“

The vehicle stopped in a halt, causing the four of you to roll and accelerate in opposite directions on the floor. You groaned slightly as your back hit a wall. The large doors opened, sunlight shining through the green scenery in the background. You pushed your body to sit up, back leaning against the wall again but only to be dragged out harshly.

You, Peter, and Rocket were now held up by numerous people who seemed to be dressed in blue stealth suits. One person held Groot (who was safe in his jar) as they followed you into a big complex.

Looking around, you got a glimpse at the scene surrounding you. This place looked familiar, you thought. Clearly it wasn’t from your former planet, but the planet you came from.

The big building was grey, a few stories high with a garage at the bottom. It was in the middle of a nice open green area where trees surrounded it, a big ‘A’ was labeled at the front. You saw people who looked like they were being trained all lined up to the right who were being instructed by their trainer, another building which looked like a storage space in the back, and numerous recruits surrounded the area.

“Let us go..” You heard Peter say from behind you. You saw him struggle in his restraints as the agents were trying to keep him still.

“Peter, stop moving.” You hissed as you entered the building. You looked up in awe when you were greeted with various jets plastered on a second stage, computers and tactical gear all around.

“Holy shi-“

“Is this?” Rocket asked.

“Cap.” An agent spoke. They nodded at the man who was now walking in front of them, dressed in a casual blue shirt with a brown leather jacket and jeans.

“Good lord.” You whispered to yourself.

The agents pushed the four of you to follow the blonde man into a secluded area. They sat you down in chairs, Groot on the table.

Once everyone was settled, the man spoke. “You can release them now, guys.” He said. The agents obliged as he smiled politely at them, shooing them off to leave.”

“Driving an aircraft into a privately owned land, I see?” The man asked, looking up at the projection in front of him. “Do you know why you’re here? Where you are?”

“The mighty Captain America, Steve Rogers.” Rocket smirked, rubbing his wrists. “Y’know, you could’ve let your men handle us a bit more with care.” He joked. Steve nodded.

“New complex, I see?” You asked, turning to a few others who stepped into the briefing room.

Steve was about to speak until another man spoke for him. You could recognize him, these people, anywhere. “That’s right, space girl. Proudly paid for by the one and only.” The man winked as he took a seat.

“Holy. That-This is Tony Stark!” Your brother exclaimed. “Big fan of you.” He smiled, shaking Tony’s hand.

A man with long hair and a metal arm took a seat next to you. He gave you a smile as you met his eyes, you doing the same as Groot climbed up your jacket and onto your shoulder, frowning at the man.

“Easy now.” You whispered.

Chatter started in the room as everyone sat down. “Alright, everyone settle down.” Steve announced. Once everyone was quiet, he started to speak. “My name, as you know, is Steve Rogers. My fellow Avengers and I have brought the four of you here because we want to announce something to you.” He explained.

Your files started appearing in a row in the middle of the table for everyone to see, projected on the little device. “We know you four, and all of the others up there.” Steve nodded as he looked at the screen.

“Flying raccoon, large-“ Tony looked at Groot who was held on your shoulder. “Small tree man, and two twins, basically.” He explained.

You frowned. “Fair enough.”

“We know what you guys have done. Your powers, abilities..” Steve explained. “Especially you, Y/N.” He smiled.

Tony stood from his spot, swiping the hologram. “Which is why we brought you here to recruit you. Of course, we were gonna send a ship to get you, but conveniently, you decided to wreck the land and show up.”

“Yeah about that,” You laughed. “Terribly sorry about that. You see, my brother and I-“

“Oh, we’re not looking for an apology, Quill. All we ask is for your assistance. Stay here on earth, train with us, earn your badges as an Avenger.”

“I mean, we would have to think about it first.” Peter interrupted. “We can’t just leave the planet for another team.” He sighed.

“Well, just know that you’re always welcomed here.”




And so you were. With four months of training again, your team decided to leave the galaxy for a while and come back to earth to help earth’s mightiest heroes. You got to know the team within the months, them becoming like your new family. It took time to adjust, but with a few bonding sessions and common interests, you were able to adjust quickly.

It was a nice day outside, so you and your friend, Wanda decided to train outside of the compound. You got along with her the most, since you two had powers that were useful together during battle. Tony joked how the colors of your powers went well.

You saw Peter training with Clint and Bucky on the grass, Rocket sat down on a nearby tree with Groot as he stared down at the man with the metal arm. You rolled your eyes.

“So, you got any missions this week?” You asked Wanda as you held your fingers up to attack her. She blocked your electricity with her powers, as you went back and forth on the grass.

“Nope. I’m free until Tuesday. I do have to train the newest mutants, though.” She sighed. “You?”

“Yeah.” You said, pausing quickly to attack her forcefield. “I’m suppose to go on a mission with Barnes tomorrow.” You smiled, a blush creeping up on your neck.

Wanda gasped, walking towards you to counterattack. “No way! You and Barnes?”

“I know right..” You smiled. “I’ve never gone on a mission with him. Hell, we don’t even talk to each other. I don’t think he’s ever seen me in action.”

“What do you think of him?” She smirked, noticing your blush as she floated in the air, you on the ground. “Oh, Y/N…” She teased, reading your mind as you laughed out.

“I’m excited, honestly.” You said as she lowered herself on the ground. “That’s why Rocket and Groot are..You know.” You tilted your head to see them.

You noticed Bucky sparring with your brother. He was in a black long sleeved shirt and jeans, barefoot as his hands were wrapped. You bit your lip as you watched him in action, rejoicing in your head as you got to see what he can actually do. Your eyes began to turn a light blue, signaling all your energy being built up.

You didn’t notice Wanda talk to you, but when you weren’t responding, she sent you flying back onto the grass, back up against the tree Rocket and Groot were on. She floated towards you, smiling as you groaned out.

“What was that for?” You frowned.

“I didn’t say we were done.” She smiled, holding a hand to help you up.

“I hate you.” You said, grabbing her arm to send a small bolt of electricity through her, causing her to punch your arm.

“Nice powers there.” A voice spoke from behind you. You turned around to see Bucky smirking down at you, unwrapping his arms and tossing the remains into his bag. He called for a break with Peter and Clint as they walked off into the compound, Wanda following behind.

“Thanks.” You smiled. “I could’ve done better. Probably send her off flying first.” You laughed.

Bucky smiled at the trail you left on the floor. “Took it hard, huh?”

“That’s Wanda.” You shrugged. “So, you ready for our mission tomorrow?” You asked him, leaning against the tall tree as you watched him pack up.

“Definitely. I’ve never been on one with you alone, though. I’m somewhat scared at what you could do.” He winked up at you, sending butterflies in your stomach.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“So you should. Your powers are amazing and come in handy with any enemy that come in contact with us. You and Wanda especially.” He said, slinging his bag over his shoulders.

“You too, soldier. Amazing combat training skills, a metal arm… Good with a gun and knives.” You raised your eyebrow. He walked toward you to listen closer. “Electricity does wonders with metal. You should be careful.”

“That so?”

“Mhmm.” You looked up at him, his chest meeting yours under the big tree. “But sometimes it can help out defeat the opposing team.”

“How strong is this electricity of yours?” He asked, arm resting on the trunk.

You smirked, slowly taking the knife out from his holster along his waist. You threw it at a nearby tree, and as it hit the trunk, you held your hand up to conjure your strength, sending the tree to cripple right then and there as it slowly started to send in sparks.

“Shit.” he muttered, looking at the tree.

“I’ll buy you a new one, don’t worry.”

He only smiled down at you, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

We exist, you know!” A voice called from above you. You rolled your eyes to see Rocket come down and climb up your arm to rest on your shoulder. Groot did the same and sat in the pocket of your jacket.

You sighed, smiling as you met Bucky’s gaze at the creatures on you. “They’re a little over protective. Only want me to engage in contact with men in the galaxy.”

“I can see that. They’ve been eyeing me for the last two hours.” Bucky said. “Especially him.” He pointed at the raccoon who slowly frowned.

“If you do anything to her, boy I swear I will rip-“

“Rocky!” You shouted, pulling his tail. “Be nice.”

Bucky smirked, guiding you into the compound again, greeting others as they walked by you.

He walked you up into the elevator, which took you to the avenger’s rest areas and walked you to your room. You let Rocket inside as Groot sat peacefully in your pocket.

“You know, you really gotta tell me more about yourself, and your friends.” Bucky spoke. “I’m interested.”

“Well me and Peter were originally from here so we’re not any different from you guys.” You spoke. “These guys, however, are obviously different, but we’ll get to that some other time.” You smiled, taking Groot’s small hand to place him on your shoulder. He hid behind your ear.

“Maybe after our mission I can take you somewhere where we can talk about that.” Bucky offered. “Maybe somewhere in New York?”

“That sounds nice.” You agreed. “Yes, definitely. Without any distracting animals or guns and knives..”

“Great! I’ll see you in a few hours then.” He winked, placing his hands in his pocket.

“Will do.”

You walked into your quarters and sat down with a smile on your face next to Rocket. You laid your head back on the couch, sighing in content before you felt eyes on you.

“What?” You asked, meeting rocket’s eyes.

“Never trust a guy with a metal arm.”

My little puppeteer | Prologue

Genre: Fuckboy!Calum, slight Badboy!Calum

Pairing: Reader x Calum 

Word count: 3,000 +

Summary: But there was something about him. Even if you knew he was bad for you, even if you knew he’d hurt you, even if you knew this wouldn’t end good for you, you had to know him. You had to see him again.  

Prologue Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Epilogue 


He supported himself on his elbows, panting with his dark hair hanging damp on his forehead. After catching his breath, he pulled himself out while grunting hoarsely. He swiftly got up from the bed and tossed the used condom away. “You can go now,” he said haphazardly. As if he didn’t care. As if he got what he wanted. As if he was pulling the strings on a little puppeteer.


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dvastatedr  asked:

Is it possible to get a Shiro and Pidge bra shopping part 2? :D

[The Voltron Family] Shiro and Pidge Bra Shopping (Part 01) Part 2 

Shiro was in his clinic working on some papers when Pidge came in. She went straight to the table and let out a deep breath. Shiro just waited.

“It’s time,” was all Pidge said.

Shiro was confused. Time for what? “I’m not sure I’m following you, sweetheart.”

She let out inhumane noises and just looked down on her body as if Shiro would just get it. However, he noticed something.

“Pidge, what did I tell you? You have to take off your baby bra when you’re at home or you’re going to develop breast cancer.”

“I know, I know, but like…,” she just pointed at her chest and stared at him.

Shiro stared at her and then at what she was pointing at and then back at her again. Then it finally clicked. 

“You need a bra. A real adult bra,” Shiro announced as if in a daze.

“WE GOT A WINNER,” Pidge rolled her eyes fondly, then she smiled hesitantly. “So… can we? It’s starting to hurt.” She pulled up her shirt to show her Dad red markings. “See?”

“Oh, baby,” Shiro frowned as he touched the markings. “Take that off now. We’ll go immediately. But it’s late now so tomorrow morning.”

Later that night, Pidge and Shiro skyped Granmama in Japan. Asking for advice on bra buying especially about what size Pidge would be. She was happy to help and wished she was there to do it with Pidge.

When Shiro and Keith were lying on their bed, Shiro couldn’t help but be worried so he had to ask his husband. “Am I still okay to be in the same fitting room with her? Or is this where I draw the line? Is she old enough to not need me there? Do I let her do the bra shopping and just be on the sidelines?”

“Shiro,” Keith chuckled softly. “You’re panicking. If she wants you there, then she wants you there. It’ll work out tomorrow. Trust me. Just be there for her.”

The following morning, if Shiro was holding Pidge’s hand tighter than ever, no one had to know. He tried to ignore the looks some people were giving them and just concentrated on their goal. 

“Oh, baby, look at this,” Shiro said in delight when he spotted a Star Wars bra. “You’ve got to try this on.” Then he turned to the sales lady. “Cup A for this please? Like maybe 32? or 33? Just give us until 36, please?”

When the lady was gone to get more stocks, Pidge just laughed at him. “You’re more enthusiastic about this than before, Daddy Shiro.”

“Oh, shut up,” Shiro squeezed Pidge’s hand.

Pidge saw another one and shamelessly placed it on top of her chest and Shiro was about to lose his shit. “Pidge! Don’t do that!”

“What? Why not?”

“There’s a fitting room for that sole purpose,” Shiro whispered. 

“I know, but like I’d rather check it here right now, yknow?” she shrugged. “Makes it easier. Oh look, she’s back with my possible sizes!”

Pidge pulled Shiro to the fitting room and Shiro stopped her, which caused her to look back in surprise. Then Shiro sighed, why was he such an idiot worrying about something so trivial in the first place? Pidge might not be a 12 year old girl anymore but she was still Pidge to him and she was still his baby girl.

When they were inside, Pidge beat him to it. “Just don’t look though! Like you can help me and stuff but just close your eyes until I tell you to open them.”

“Okay,” Shiro chuckled as he closed his eyes.

“Are your eyes closed?”

“Yes.”

After a while, Pidge said he could open them and he did. He’d help her adjust the straps and check if it was suffocating her or something. Their process continued until Pidge was able to choose about 10 pieces. 

When they were done paying, Pidge let out a loud sigh of relief. “That was exhausting. I’ve never tried that many underwear in my life. Much more putting it on and taking it off. Ugh. Never again.”

Shiro just laughed, holding the paper bag then he took Pidge’s hand. “C’mon let’s go home.”

“Thanks, Daddy Shiro,” Pidge leaned in to his shoulder.

“Anytime, sweet pea,” Shiro leaned down to kiss her forehead. 

Keith was cooking lunch when he got a text from Shiro saying:

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! (ง •̀_•́)ง We’re heading home now. 
P.S. There was nothing to worry about after all!