keep on touching each other's quicks

“It won’t hold!” Even says, mild frustration in his voice as he tries to get the yellow flower to hold in Isak’s hair.

“Your ears are too weird.” Even put his tongue in the corner of his mouth, eyes focused on the flower and hands moving away very slowly when he finally got it to stay in place.

“Excuse me,” Isak huffs offended “I have the best ears! My ears are made for flowers.”

Even lowers his hands to his side, shifting his gaze from the flower to Isak’s green eyes and raises his brows.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.” there is a fond and wide smile spreading over Isak’s face. He grabs for Even’s hand without needing to look down. Interlocking their fingers.

Even’s lips turn to the side with a smile as he tries to keep a straight face, nodding his agreement. Isak belly fills with warmth at the way Even looks at him. He moves half a step closer to Even (more was not possible, with every breath their chests now touched then and again) and tilts his head back to keep looking at Even.

Isak leans in for a quick but soft peck. How the hell do you make even monday mornings great? They keep smiling at each other for a minute, until Isak voices that question out loud.

Even laughs, turns his face away and back again the way he does, dipping a bit in the knees as he does. They are alone at the tram stop so Isak wraps his free arm around Even’s waist, nuzzling his recovered nose with his boyfriend’s. Even lets out a pleased hum.

“Hmm I missed that.”

Isak smiles even wider at that, cheeks almost hurting from it, bc me too. He nods, which bumps their noses together again. 

“Evi?” He asks, swinging their entwined hands gently back and forth. At the inquisitive sound Even lets out he continues: “I love you.”

Darkness Devours

Summary:  Reader has been in Purgatory for a few years surviving as best she can with her companion Benny.

Characters: Reader, Dean, Benny, Castiel (mentioned)

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2429

Warnings: SMUT, canon typical violence, canon typical angst

A/N 1:  I have a MAJOR Purgatory!Dean problem.  This quote from the show:  “It was blood, messy….  But there was something about being there… it felt pure.”  His pure and raw approach to hunting while there obviously made me think about what his approach to sex would be while there.  I mean look at this, how can your mind go anywhere else?


A/N 2:  Bolded text denotes dialogue from the show, credit goes to the writers.

Above gif is from Google Search.  Gif below is from @canonspngifs   The rest are from Google Search, credit goes to the owners.


Dean’s well muscled chest is pressed against your back.  His fingers trace over the rise of your hips and the fall of your waist.  He plants wet, kisses down the column of your neck to your shoulder.

“I could stay here like this forever, Y/N,” he murmurs drawing the lobe of your ear between his lips.

“Mmm, me too,” you sigh.  “But I bet Sam would have something to say about that,” you roll towards him, running your fingers through his hair.

You look up at Dean, but the room’s changed and he’s standing in front of you.  His green eyes are full of sorrow as he steps closer to you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he says, tears filling his eyes.

“I know,” you say looking away, “just make it quick.”

“I love you.”

Razor sharp pain slices across your throat…

You wake up with a start.

“Whoa, cher,” Benny coos, “we gotta move.  You ok?”

“I’m fine,” you say pushing yourself up.  “What time is it?”

“Almost dusk.”

You grab your blade, Benny offers you his hand, you take it and he pulls you up.  Together you make your way through the trees.  You spend the night on the move.  It’s safer to sleep during the day and be on your feet at night.  If it wasn’t for Benny, you would’ve been dead-dead a long time ago.  His hand is on the small of your back, a sigh escapes your lips at the safety and comfort it provides.

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The Joker x Reader - “Apart”

When you sent him the invitation to your wedding, you didn’t actually expect The Joker to show up. But here he is and now you have to deal with the situation; you are usually such a good actress, but…this is different. Very different.

“You came,” a smile appears on the corner of your lips as J gets out of the car and the valet takes it away, leaving your ex in front of you with a wide smirk on his face.

“Of course I came, I wouldn’t miss this now, would I?” he opens his arms and you go to give him a quick hug. “Hi, Doll,” he quickly pecks your cheek and you hold him for a few more seconds before breaking the embrace. You didn’t spoke or touch each other in about half a year.  

You take a deep breath, analyzing him and start walking up the stairs towards the mansion while you try to keep the conversation going without getting awkward:

“You still look the same J,” you state the obvious and he snickers, amused.

“I never change; you should know that by now. Would you look at this place,” he struggles to impress himself. “It’s a fortress, took me a while to find it. At least I know my girl is well taken care of, hm?”

“I’m…I’m not your girl anymore,” you whisper, brushing off the weirdness of his statement, but you know he just talks like this all the time anyway.

“Right, thanks for the reminder,” he elbows you, scoffing, and you ignore what he just said and point towards the huge property, excited:

“Let me give you a tour.”

“Where is the groom- to-be? Can’t wait to meet him; he’d better make you happy otherwise he will have to deal with me,” he keeps on yammering and you take his arm, not reacting to the last part of his tirade, guiding him through the maze of the outdoor gardens.

“He is away with business; he will be back in two days for the wedding. You’re the first guest to arrive, the rest are coming tomorrow.”

“You sure hired a lot of people for the event, Pumpkin. I can tell it’s going to be a huge wedding.”

“It will be,” you giggle, watching everybody running around, setting up flowers and the humongous tent where the gathering will happen.

“Wow, I already like it, no expense was spared,” The Joker addresses you, witnessing a few things coming together in a very nice way.

“Miss Y/N,” someone approaches, “do you want more red roses or pink ones?”

“Red,” J answers and it pleases you. “It’s her favorite color.” You also nod a yes and the guy walks away, trying to count how many more to add now. “Who else is coming?” he asks, frowning when a waiter passes you by in a hurry. “ I don’t like the way that man looked at you, want me to take care of it?”

You start laughing, caressing his shoulder.

“Noooo, lets’ not do that, it’s all good.”

It surprises you how much effort you put into trying not to look nervous, you are usually such a good actress, but…this is somewhat different.

“A lot of people will come, you know some of them,” you show him the guest list on a nearby table. “Don’t worry, you’ll seat next to me so you don’t really have to small talk with the others too much. I know you hate that.”

“I sure do,” he grins, kissing your hand and you sigh, continuing to pace alongside him in perfect silence for a few moments.

“Oh, no, it’s starting to rain,” you point out, looking at the gloomy clouds. “Thank goodness the tent is up so it won’t rain inside; they can still continue to decorate, it really needs to be finished by tomorrow night. Let’s go in the mansion, I’ll show you what we got.”


As soon as he steps in and sees the crystal chandelier he looks in your eyes, puckering his lips:

“Same one we have at the penthouse!”

We had,” you correct him but The Joker didn’t get the fact you were referring to his statement involving the two of you. Or maybe he pretended.

“No, it’s still there, Doll. You always had good taste in decorating so I kept it.”

“That’s nice,” you avert your gaze, feeling your cheeks getting warm.

You walk him around, explaining what’s what, just like a well learned lesson.

“I’ll be damned,” he stops, stunned. “You kept it?!”

The enormous painting you two snatched from Gotham’s art museum two years ago is the centerpiece in the living room. He didn’t want to go because he couldn’t care less about stuff like that but in the end you convinced him to steal it together. You had it at the penthouse until…you left and took it with you. Now it’s here.

“You know how much I love it, Mister J,” you tease him by calling his full name, which you only did when he got in trouble. “I could never get rid of it.”

“I can understand that; I know your mind gets set on something and then you don’t let go,” he mocks, starting to walk upstairs.


“And, ummm… this is the master bedroom,” you present it, a bit uncomfortable.

“It’s so you, Y/N, I can see it everywhere. Look at the bed, reminds me of the one we have at the penthouse,” he points towards it and you fix his mistake:

We had.”

“No, it’s still there,” he continues and you are still not sure if he really doesn’t get what you’re saying, but you don’t want to insist on the issue. No point really.

“I wonder if…You do have a mirror here too!” he sits on the bed, looking up and sure it’s there. He lies down on the pillows, gesturing you to come by him and you humor him. “Remember ours?”

You scoot over by him, smiling and grab his hand, looking up at the mirror too.

“Yes, fun times. We had our moments, right?” you have to agree, turning your head towards him.

“U-hum,” he replies, taking your fingers to his lips and kissing them, absent minded. You squirm under his touch and have to break the spell J apparently is unaware he still holds upon you.

“Why did you push me away?” you suddenly ask, squeezing his hand tighter.

“I push everybody away, it doesn’t mean that’s my intent,” he replies and for once he sounds sincere.

“Hey, wanna see my wedding dress?” you hurry and get up, heading towards the walk in closet.

“Might as well,” he lifts his shoulders up, resigned. He doesn’t really want to see it but he can’t upset you now that you are finally on speaking terms again. It takes you about 10 minutes to get ready and step outside, anxious for his reaction.

“My God, Princess, you look so beautiful,” he has to admit, jumping from the bed, coming to meet you in the middle of the room. “Turn around,” The Joker suggests and you slowly spin so he can see your gorgeous dress. “I really like the gown, it suits you.”

“Thank you,” you mumble, playing around with the delicate fabric because you feel edgy.

“My Princess always looks beautiful anyway,” he unravels his silver teeth, chuckling.

“I’m…I’m not your Princess anymore J,” you step towards him, fighting with all the feelings inside of you.

“You’ll always be my Princess,” he simply states and then rolls his eyes. “Come on, you’re gonna cry on me? You know I always talk like this,” he makes fun of you, seeing your lips quivering but has to admit something makes him uneasy.

Fuck it all, you think, deciding on the spot and go kiss him which surprises The Joker and in the same time it doesn’t.

I’m not sure if I like diamonds anymore,” you clearly enunciate and he freezes with his hands around your waist.

This is the phrase you two decided to use when you were together as a warning for grave danger, just in case you couldn’t say anything else and you wanted the other to know something is up without getting busted.

“Well, that’s a first, Doll,” he lets you go, understanding someone is listening, carefully looking around as you put your finger on your lips, signaling him to be quiet. You point towards the corners of the room, quickly scribbling on a piece of paper that you stash in his pocket.

“Yes, I am so bored with diamonds these days,” you try to control your voice from breaking and you hug him tight, barely whispering in his ear:
“Run! A left, two rights around the stairs. Don’t take the car, just run!” and you drag him towards the door, peeking outside to make sure nobody is passing by. He has such an intrigued expression on his face and you cover his mouth, shaking your head as a no.

“Ssstttt,” you soundlessly shush him. “Don’t let anybody see you, they’re all undercover! Go!” you whisper one last time before pushing him away and he doesn’t linger anymore but signals you to follow.

You mutter a NO, watching him walk as he turns around one more time to see you in your wedding dress. He takes the corner and he’s gone.

What the hell is going on? The Joker wonders, carefully sneaking around, hiding behind a wall so he can read the piece of paper you placed in his pocket:

“I’m not at Arkham or Belle Reve, not sure where. Warn as many as you can not to come. After you get out, keep left under the trees until you get to the main road. Don’t let them catch you.”


It was a difficult break up, at least as far as you were concerned. You got sick and tired of everything and left because he didn’t seem to give a damn anyway. You were on your own for about a month when you got ambushed during a heist and couldn’t escape. You were taken to a place you haven’t been before and they were sure thrilled to see they got The Joker’s girlfriend; well, ex, but you didn’t tell them that part; they found out on their own.

You were sentenced to 40 years in prison but offered a deal: if you help the Secret Service catch the elusive Clown Prince of Crime and many others, your verdict will be reduced to only 10 years. It was such a sweet deal and they spared no effort in planning the perfect stakeout: for 3 months they put everything together, using your fake wedding as the bait: they wanted to get as many most wanted criminals as possible with minimum casualties, away from the public eye on that hidden property, rehearsing day and night to make everything seem like the real deal. They knew many would come to the occasion if you invite them. And you agreed, sure hoping J won’t show up. When he did, you didn’t want to care but things didn’t go as planned. You and your stupid feelings for him; you always pay for them no matter what.


Of course the deal went sour and they retaliated for what you did: your sentence changed to life in prison and you weren’t treated nicely, to say the least. You had days when you regretted your stupid decision, crying yourself to sleep in the dark, cold cell. And some days were better, hoping he might find you and get you out of there. Hours, weeks, months and then two years passed with heartbreaking solitude and doubt, and you finally realized The Joker will never save you.  Even if you helped that day, knowing him he probably hated you with passion after tricking him with that well devised scheme and he is not the one to forgive such transgression. Or maybe he just can’t find the location. You tried to cope but the thought of never getting out of there was slowly driving you insane. How you missed the outside world and the freedom of doing what you please.

And you missed him…You couldn’t get out of your mind that last time he looked at you. You wanted so badly to run with him, but had to stay behind to hold them up, pretending he’s still there for a while to give him enough time to flee…Like he appreciated the sacrifice…Too late now for remorse, yet you can’t hide from yourself.

You slowly chew on your bread, deep in thought, sitting on the mattress, examining your skinny hands. You got so much thinner due to the special menu and treatment you were subjected in the last two years. Fit for a Queen, as they like to laugh at you.

“Oh, great,” you pull out the piece of plastic out of your mouth, unnerved you are always given such disgusting food. This is where you usually stop eating, nauseated at the crap you find in the meals. You glance at it for a second before wanting to toss it on the floor when you notice something.

You have to bring it really close to your eyes since you are not allowed to wear your contacts.  

I’m here. Cover your ears,” you read and gasp, dumbfounded, having a hard time processing what just happened.

The loud explosion to the right wall of your cell throws you to the ground and your ears start ringing .You struggle to get up, covered in dust and debris, stumbling to keep your balance, dizzy from the blast.

You stare at the gap in your wall, seeing so many bodies moving around on the other side, not knowing what to do.

“Would you hurry up, woman?! I don’t have all day!” you hear the familiar voice and J creeps inside your prison, coughing and trying to move the flying ashes out of his way.

You can’t even move and stare at him wearing your favorite suit, starting to cry in a frenzy.

He sighs and comes in front of you, his blue gaze going up and down your body, growling when he realizes how scrawny you are.

“So you didn’t get married, hm?” he bites on his lip and you barely manage to utter, whimpering:

“N-no…” and you continue bawling , rushing in his arms and he hugs you, taking each other in for a few seconds. “You…you look the same,” you cry your eyes out on his shoulder, hoping you are not hallucinating from the meds.

“I never change, you should know that by now,” he purrs in your hair, ecstatic he found you. He’s been looking forever; my God you were well locked away or what?!

“Sir, we need to get out of here, they’re coming!” one of the mercenaries yells and J lifts you up in his arms, carrying you outside. The sun hits you and you hide your face in his chest, wincing in pain.

“My eyes,” you complain, wiping your tears and slowly readjusting to natural light, fastly blinking to make it better. “You can put me down, I think I can walk,” you turn his face towards you so you can see him.

“Queens don’t walk,” he grumbles, kissing your forehead, continuing to carry you.

“I really missed you,” you confess on the verge of crying again. “I thought you will never come.”

“Meh, I was bored staring at that chandelier all day,” he tries to joke and you sense his hands holding you tighter.

You sniffle, smiling for the first time in so many months and ask when he looks down at you:

We still have it?”

We do,” The Joker answers, walking faster as all hell breaks loose behind him.

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William Nylander - More Than Friends

Originally posted by willynylanders

Oh Willy, we’re going to have some fun with this one here. I went with a little more of an ‘angsty-smut’ angle on this one, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, smut

Request from @roseheartshockey​ :  Hey! Could you do a willy nylander? I don’t care if it’s fluffy or more angsty or whatever I love everything you do 😂 thanks so much!

William laid you gently back on the bed before he started unbuttoning his dress shirt. You sat up to help him, your fingers fumbling with a few here and there as he looked down at you. As you tugged it off his shoulders he let his hands cup your face and brought you in for a kiss. It was deep and needy. He was prodding you to go on, take the lead. 

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Anon: One-shot request: Bucky reads your diary and finds out you have torn feelings between your boyfriend (him) and some other guy and maybe cheating. Angst and some fluff <3

TITLE: Dear Diary
NOTES/WARNINGS: *Rubs hands together* let the angst begin!

Bucky had a content smile on his face as he tidied up your shared bedroom. You had been working extremely hard lately and had been on a mission for the last three weeks so he wanted you to come home to a nice, tidy apartment. He even went as far to hoover the sofa and put a tea spoon of vanilla in the oven so that the entire house smelt fresh and clean.

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hi beeb how’s it going i hope you like these hcs many kisses to u

  • Otabek is a very light sleeper, like really anything could wake this boy up. On the other hand, Yuri practically sinks into whatever surface he closes his eyes on and becomes that object until he decides to wake up. 
  • Rest in fucking pieces if you try to wake up the kitten just saying.
  • This completely changes when they start to sleep in the same bed together. Yuri becomes easier to wake up, after wanting to keep himself awake to cherish all of Otabek’s little touches and ghost-like kisses while his eyes were closed. Otabek, on the other hand, is able to slip into a deep sleep super quick and easy when he’s holding his lover in his arms. 
  • When Yuri would visit Otabek while they were still friends (both of them crushing on each other by this point), he lied about being a cuddly sleeper after Otabek offered to share the bed, hoping he wouldn’t mind. He was shocked when Beka agreed to the offer and they got to be cuddly when Yuri pretended to sleep. It always made their hearts go *Mike Wazowski screech* for a while before they passed out together.
  • They do all the forehead kisses and nose boops when they snuggle in bed together while trying to sleep.
  • Yuri loves to sleep in nightgowns, while Otabek is one of those “I would sleep naked but there’s people in this house and so the closest I’ll get is with my underwear on only” even when he lives completely alone.
  • Sometimes during nights they have a hard time sleeping, Otabek will turn on his playlist of calm and relaxing music to sleep to and that just helps them pass out so fast.
  • The first time Yuri sees Otabek cry is while they sleep. Well, technically it’s a nightmare and they both wake up from it, but Yuri had never seen Otabek so vulnerable and distraught up until he wakes up in tears because “You’re dead, Yura! You died and it was my fault!”
  • Yuri’s normally the one prone to nightmares, so he knows how to ground someone from a bad dream and get them back to sleep. And that’s exactly what he did with Otabek. 
  • When the two of them finally have a kid, they have never been such light sleepers in their life. Their hearing ability skyrocketed, too. The baby could brush their arm against the bed for not even two seconds at a feather-like sound and the two parents would be suddenly awake and alert and ready to do anything necessary for their baby. 
  • They pulled a Dan and Phil when they lived separately: buying the same bed sheets with different colour schemes so there was at least something about each other there when they slept. 
  • Basically, when they sleep picture a giant bear cuddling an itty bitty kitten and protecting it with it’s life there you go that’s Otabek and Yuri my friends.

jongyu / band au, omegaverse / r / 1500 words
warning: omegaverse things
Jonghyun never imagined that Jinki would want him.

this is the first part of a drabble series. i will write in it off and on, but each piece will probably be short (1-1.5k) and can standalone, which i think will make it easier for me to write in it over time.

The elevator seems smaller with just the two of them, because Jinki is standing so close. Jonghyun’s pulse speeds from the proximity, and he’s cursing himself for agreeing to take Jinki back to the dorm from the after party. He knows better than to do something like this when his heat is coming up soon. Being close to an alpha when his hormones are starting to fire up is always a mistake, but it’s the worst possible decision when the alpha is Jinki.

He feels their shoulders touch as Jinki’s head tilts down to lean against him. “You smell nice,” Jinki mumbles. His voice is soft and low, warm breath blowing against the sensitive skin of Jonghyun’s neck. 

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Rich (teaser) || Jaebum

Originally posted by mixedangel

Reader (you) x Jaebum

Warnings: will contain violence, swearing, and smut (of course) later on in the chapters. read at your own risk. 

note: this idea popped in my head while i was writing frat boy Mark Tuan. Since that series is about to end fairly soon, why not release the teaser of a new series? let’s just say this one has a lot more drama and of course… it gets more hot… Enjoy!

We both sat in the car, looking straight ahead of us, as the radio played simultaneously. We were parked outside my workplace but I didn’t move an inch. I could escape, unlock the car and just leave but, I decided to stay. We were both late for work and he knew it. He looked straight ahead while I studied his features from a side angle. His hair swept up perfectly as he wore a suit and tie matching his complexion. His faint cologne made me want to grab his face and kiss him, just to get a smell of him. But that was wrong.

“I want you to keep this between us. Jinyoung cannot know about this.” I warned him, suddenly breaking the slight tension in the air.

“I cannot guarantee it’ll be a secret, baby girl.” His husky voice replied as his hands made their way towards the hem of my shirt and played with it. His hands pulling up the fabric slightly as his hands gripped my thighs. I squirmed under his touch as the air started to get hot.

“Well keep it a secret.” I snapped at him. “If he asks about my well-being just tell him I’m doing fine.”

“And what do I get in return if I keep it a secret?” He smirked, leaning in so our faces were merely inches away from each other. His eyes traveled down to my part lips, eyes full of lust.

“N-nothing.” I stuttered under my breath, getting flustered on how close he was. My heart started to race as he leaned in and softly brushed his lips against mine. The quick, warm and, sudden contact was gone in an instant as he pulled away. Was it bad that I wanted the kiss to last?

“Your secret is safe with me, baby girl.” He chuckled under his breath. His hands pulled out his sunglasses that were tucked away inside his suit. Putting them on, he unlocked the door of the car and allowed me to get out.

“Don’t pick me up after work. I texted Jinyoung to stop by and pick me up.” I stated as I opened the door to his car and stepped out. He stepped on the gas pedal making the engine roar loudly with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Pull your skirt down, babe. Don’t want any guys to get bad thoughts.” He said before I shut the door on him. Self-consciously, I pulled down my skirt and walked towards the big modern building I worked at. Before I could even enter the building, a loud beep from behind made me turn around and look at the playboy sat in the car.

“Fuck you and your rich ass, Jaebum!” I yelled as I flipped him off for scaring me before I entered the building. Jaebum rolled down the window and flashed his famous smile that made my knees go weak.

“Fuck me anytime, babe. My rich ass can take you anytime.”

Drabble Request - Bucky

For @juliagolia87
I’m sorry this took so long, my love. I hope you like it.

#18 “Are you wearing make-up?”
#19 “Your shirt is on backwards.”
#21 “Why is everything sticky?!”

You had no idea why you were attempting to bake these damn cupcakes. To say the kitchen was your arch nemesis was a serious understatement; but a statement that was proving to be true. You- and the counter, cabinet doors, and floor-were covered in flour, chocolate batter, and different colored icings.

To be perfectly honest, you knew exactly why you were attempting to bake these damn cupcakes. James Buchanan Barnes. With his breathtaking blue eyes, his unnaturally soft hair, and that arm…it all belonged to you. No one else knew that, though.

Your relationship was new and the both of you were quite happy to keep it a secret for now. You weren’t interested in the dad advice from Steve or the interrogation from Natasha. So you snuck around. Lingering touches during training, sultry glances across the dinner table, quick kisses while walking past each other in the hallway. Sneaking around also meant always having to find new places for quickies; and that was your favorite part.

Today was nothing special, but for some reason you felt like giving Bucky a treat. So, here you were, silently cursing the bowl in front of you. You were just about to transfer the mix into the muffin tin when large arms enveloped you from behind.

“Whatcha doin, doll?”

You smiled and let yourself relax against Bucky’s large frame.

“Nothing.” you licked some batter off your finger “Just making cupcakes.”

Bucky snickered quietly “I’ve never seen you bake.”

You shrugged “Cause I don’t. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

Bucky suddenly spun you in his arms so your back was against the counter.

“Sweetheart, you do something nice for me every day.”

You laughed and playfully smacked his chest “You know what I mean.”

“Wait, wait.”

Bucky ran his thumb gently down your cheek to your lips, which he noticed were darker than usual. He turned his now red thumb towards you.

You blushed instantly, forgetting that you had spruced up a bit before venturing into the kitchen.

“It was meant for after I gave you the cupcakes.”

Bucky cocked and eyebrow in understanding and leaned down to press his lips gently against yours. You moaned quietly and wrapped your arms around his neck. Bucky groaned against your lips and quickly lifted you onto the counter, your body pushing everything out of the way.

You broke the kiss and looked at him. He was beautiful. Pupils already growing large, full of lust, and his lips just a shade pinker from kissing you.

“Bucky, we can’t do this here.”

“We have a little bit, babe. Steve went to get pizza and the others are off…doing something…I dunno. Shut up.”

You giggled as his lips covered yours again. Your hands slide up the side of his face and into his hair, tugging gently like you always did during times like this. If he ever thought about cutting his hair, you’d probably kill him.

His tongue made contact with your lips and you didn’t even hesitate to meet it with your own. You dug your fingers gently into his scalp, pulling him as close to you as possible. Bucky moaned and gripped you tighter, his fingers surely leaving bruises on your hips.

All thoughts of rushing whatever was happening flew out the door then. You released your hold on his hand and slid your hands down his chest. He felt you grab the hem of his shirt and broke the kiss long enough to remove it himself, tossing it to the floor.


Your breath hitched as you took in the sight of him. Chiseled abs, defined arms, the scars where his metal appendage met the skin of his shoulder. All of his was undeniably perfect, whether he believed it or not.

Bucky ignored you, he always did when you gave him any form of a compliment, and pushed his body against yours. Heat radiated off of his chest and hit you right between your legs. You shuddered and latched onto his hair again, pulling his mouth to yours.

Wet kisses and heavy pants were the only sounds to be heard in the kitchen. Cupcakes forgotten, fear of being caught forgotten. That’s how it always is when you’re with Bucky. He makes your heart ache, your head spin, your panties wet, and he had no idea how far gone you were.

“Hey guys!! I’m back with pizza!” Steve’s voice rang through the living room “Anyone here?”

You and Bucky jumped away from each other immediately. As he dove for his discarded shirt, you accidently put your hand down on the edge of the mixing bowl, spilling chocolate batter all over the counter.

“Shit shit!”

You could feel the batter pooling under your thighs and cringed before quickly hopping off the counter. You saw Bucky pull his shirt over his head just as Steve walked into the kitchen.


Steve stopped and took in the scene before him. Bucky had a red face and was just staring in your direction, you were furiously trying to wipe up the spill but it was actually just getting worse.

“What the hell happened here?”

You laughed nervously “What do you mean?”

“Well, for one…Buck, your shirt is on backwards. Two, why is everything sticky?”

Bucky looked down at his shirt and quickly maneuvered it so it was facing the correct way.

Meanwhile, you glared at Steve and walked to the sink to wet a washcloth “You aren’t even on this side of the kitchen. How do you know it’s sticky?”

Steve laughed and set the pizza box down on a countertop far away from you and your mess.

“Looks, and smells, like chocolate. Chocolate is sticky.”

You groaned loudly “Cupcakes, okay. I was making cupcakes. Jesus.”

Steve stared at you for a second, trying to understand why you were giving him attitude. He didn’t spill anything, he just brought pizza. Instead of pushing you more, he just turned to Bucky.

“You want pizza, man?”

Bucky inhaled deeply before turning and grabbing a slice “Thanks, man.”

He leaned against the counter beside Steve and immediately noticed his friend staring at him. He tried to ignore it but every few seconds Steve would turn to look at him. Over and over and over.

“Can I help you, Rogers?”

Steve cleared his throat “No judgment but…are you wearing makeup?”

You gasped loudly and started coughing to cover it while sneaking a glance over your shoulder. Bucky’s eyes were wide and his lips were red. The same red as your lipstick.


Steve pointed at Bucky’s face “Your lips, man. They’re really red.”

Bucky chuckled nervously and wiped his lips “Oh…uh…cupcakes! I stole some icing when she wasn’t looking.”

Steve sniffed and turned back to his pizza, clearly not convinced.

After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, filled only by you cleaning or one of the guys grabbing napkins or drinks, Steve pushed himself off the counter.

“Well, I’m gonna go. You guys…go back to fonduing or whatever it is you were really doing when I got here.”

Neither of you spoke as you watched him leave, astounded by what he had just said.

“Bucky! How did he know?!”

Apparently you couldn’t whisper nearly as well as you thought because Steve answered your question.

“He’s got flour handprints on his ass!”

you know what lowkey fucks me up and i need in future seasons?? alec and magnus casually being in each other’s proximity without even touching?? like consider:

- the Gang hanging out at the loft for either Serious Business or no particular reason, magnus sprawled in one of his comfortable lounge chairs, swirling a drink in his hand and engaged in conversation with the others, while alec just absentmindedly decides to sit on the armrest focused on whatever they are talking about and occasionally contributing, sharing amused looks with magnus whenever simon starts his overly excited rambling

- during a briefing before a very important mission at the institute, which magnus has to attend as well, nobody really cares about seating arrangements because there aren’t enough chairs for all of them anyways so izzy sits on the table with one leg dangling off the side, clary next to her on a chair and jace stands, hunched over a map. magnus sits at one end of the table, legs crossed, making that boring office chair look like his throne and alec stands next to him, one arm draped over the back of the chair (maybe or maybe not playing with his hair occasionally, even if magnus playfully slaps his hand away once in a while because ‘mind you, i spent an hour on my hair this morning, alexander!!’), and nobody makes any teasing comments bc they’re used to it by now

- during a battle, both of them on high alert, back to back, making sure they cover as much ground as possible, twirling gracefully like in a dance, blue flames circling magnus’ fingers and alec’s arms stretching in fluid motions, his bow and quiver an extension of his limbs, communicating without even saying a word, just sensing the other whenever something is wrong and working together to Kick Ass

- them finding each other when they’re in a group setting/room full of people and always ending up standing next to each other, alec’s arms crossed, both sporting unimpressed glares at whoever is talking (probably a clave representative or even alec’s parents), most definitely rolling their eyes in unison and bumping shoulders once in a while, sharing quick amused glances and smiling to themselves, doing their best to keep a serious stance and pretend they are actually paying attention and not just making heart eyes at each other

but yeah anyways casual proximity is what i’m getting at

OK we all know Whitebeard and his crew but now imagine a fallenangel!AU where Whitebeard is the leader of a bunch of fallen angels, who where sent down from heaven bc of their sins and instead of their white wings, they turn night black and are hated by absolutely everyone

Now imagine Ace being one of the strongest fallen angels and being the most brutal/heartless creature and there you come, a innocent white angel, white wings, eyes that burn with passion and a pure heart- one of the strongest angels that fight for heaven

So, now imagine a fight between the fallen angels and the angels of heaven- good against bad- and since you and ace are pretty much on the same level, it’s clear to say; you’re going against each other. It’s a bloodbath, you and him keep fighting and then he does it, in one quick moment, he opens his giant wings and surrounds you, the lights turning into darkness and the disgustingly pleasing smell of him in your senses. You feel numb for a few seconds, then a hand touches your face, a quiet laugh is heard and then everything turns bright again, but something is wrong; you feel something burn on your chest, cutting deeper into your skin and you groan in pain. You look down, trying to find the source of pain and what you see let’s the blood freeze in your veins; a black print of Ace’s wings is tattooed on your chest, a white print of yours on his chest.

He turned you into his soulmate; you lost the battle.

tobio2turnt  asked:

Oikage? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

jffdsk i take a nap and then u do this

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship – OiKage


  • Rate the Ship -  
    Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs
  • How long will they last? - is this implying that i’m going to break them up? lmao you’ve got another thing coming no thank you
  • How quickly did/will they fall in love? - it’s a long, slow, tortuous process. they’ve got years of history to deal with after all.
  • How was their first kiss? - simpler than they both expected, highly-anticipated, maybe even a little awkward.


  • Who proposed? - [i have 2 universes in which it was] kageyama
  • Who is the best man/men? - the seijoh weed is a given for me–but please stop a moment and consider best man tsukki. please.
  • Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - well there’s yachi. (coughmorehqgirlspls)
  • Who did the most planning? - oikawa would go crazy with the detail, probably.
  • Who stressed the most? - with how chill kageyama is, i think his would most likely be oikawa as well. not to say kageyama isn’t nervous as hell when the time finally comes.
  • How fancy was the ceremony? -
    Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.
  • Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - the miyas loljk nobody; rivalries are old news.


  • Who is on top? - i believe in the power of variability
  • Who is the one to instigate things? - maybe at first this is oikawa, but kageyama has always been quick to learn things from him, no?
  • How healthy is their sex life? -
    Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now
  • How kinky are they? -
    Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head
  • How long do they normally last? - i keep trying to answer this question but i always end up like?? idk??? how long are people supposed to last???
  • Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - this makes me laugh HAHAHA i guess
  • How rough are they in bed? -
    Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.
  • How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? -
    No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.


  • How many children will they have naturally? - nope
  • How many children will they adopt? - “as mANY AS POSSIBL—” “maybe one or two”
  • Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - i’m so ashamed i don’t understand what this means like. the diapers are stuck on them?? who changes diapers the most?? i’mhgh
  • Who is the stricter parent? - when i think about this, i imagine the kids looking up at kageyama with these ADORABLE, sad faces and he’s trying sO HARD BUT LOOK AT THEM TOORU THEY’RE SO SMOL THEY NEED LOVE AND CANDY
  • Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - both! wouldn’t want them getting injured
  • Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - i like to imagine oikawa packing really cute lunches. like, spelling things and putting edible smiley faces
  • Who is the more loved parent? - this concept,,, makes me sad,,,,
  • Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - well if they’re both volleyball players (national team! national team!) i think their schedules would be pretty the same
  • Who cried the most at graduation? - oikawa, but kageyama kept rubbing at his eyes the entire ceremony
  • Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - wHAT HAHAHA both.


  • Who does the most cooking? - funny thing about this is that i have so many headcanons—some of them contrasting—i don’t know which one to put here. both of them can be so reliable/unreliable at the same time it’s hard for me to determine who’s a better cook or who knows how to cook at all.
  • Who is the most picky in their food choice? - this may or may not be oikawa.
  • Who does the grocery shopping? - they do it…as a family. (ɔ ˘⌣˘)˘⌣˘ c)
  • How often do they bake desserts? - does getting sugar all over the floor count as baking? that might be all they’d be capable of
  • Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - MEAT IS GOD AND PROTEIN. but i’m pretty sure they have a good mix of meat and vegetables in their diet; they’re athletes. and japanese.
  • Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - oikawa makes fancy dinner reservations and dresses tobio up in fancy suits
  • Who is more likely to suggest going out? - oikawa likes to drag tobio places
  • Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - it’s incredible how equally likely they are, to be honest.


  • Who cleans the room? - i like to think chores are shared. one person can’t be confined to cleaning the room forever. does anyone do that?
  • Who is really against chores? - sometimes when he’s out of it oikawa likes to lie around and whine about them. kageyama makes faces at the broom.
  • Who cleans up after the pets? - shaaared
  • Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - LOL maybe oikawa does when he’s in a rush
  • Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - oikawa cares a lot about impressions so he wants guests to be super comfortable at home. also i feel like he’d wait for praise about the decor lol
  • Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - kageyama does and he’s like “??? how did we get a dollar??”


  • Who takes the longer showers/baths? - oikawa’s hair needs product
  • Who takes the dog out for a walk? - they love the dog equally and will walk the dog equally and/or together. imagine them accidentally letting go of the leash and chasing a hyperactive mutt for miles on the streets
  • How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - christmas is always festive. maybe they carve pumpkins for halloween. no spiders though; kageyama always ends up thinking they’re real
  • What are their goals for the relationship? - well, perhaps at first it’s just for the thing to work. they have a really complex relationship and it’s going to be anything BUT smooth-sailing at the beginning. of course they’d want to deeper their understanding of each other, make up for any offenses of the past, develop character individually and as a couple, help each other grow, show each other love like they never did or experienced before, someone stop m
  • Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - sleeping till noon is counterproductive. i feel like they’re both high maintenance somehow. they probably both could on bad days though
  • Who plays the most pranks? - oikawa, probably. kageyama tries but all he can really do is hide the shoes

i forgot how tiring these can be, but thanks for sending asks in! ≧(´▽`)≦ ❤️


Mythical! AU BTS

Rated: M Light Smut

Word Count: 3388

A/N: So here’s a bit of a mystery.  It’s fairly obvious what kind of mythical creature some of the members are.  Though I did add a few things different than usual but I’m just trying to follow the dream I had.  You’ll just have to figure out who you’re with and what they are as you read.  Anyway this one is definitely going to have a very smutty part two to it coming up real soon.

Growing up next to Jeon Jungkook was kind of a blessing.  The two of you have been inseparable best friends your whole life.  When he decided to become a star you were nothing but support.  Though it did break your heart a bit that he would be so far away in Seoul.  

He was just as supportive of your decision to stay in Busan to stay with your family.  A few times a year you managed to make a trip to visit him.  If he were ever there to visit his family he always made a point to visit you.  

You are on one of those such trips right now.  Today is Jungkook’s birthday.  The long train ride north is finally coming to an end so you send a quick message to him.  

-15 mins till I’m at the Seoul transfer station. (3:02 PM)

-Perfect! We’re at the store now. Be home in about 30  (3:05 PM)

-See you soon!  (3:06 PM)

It didn’t matter how many times you’d made this trip you were excited every time.  Jungkook’s birthday normally consists of him spending the day out with his bandmates, spending the night with a special meal cooked by the group, cake, presents, and a movie night.  

You arrive in record time to their front gate.  After ringing the bell you announce your arrival over the intercom.  It’s hardly a minute before the gate opens and Jungkook is standing in the doorway.  

“Yay! You’re here!” He grins from ear to ear.  “What did you get me?”  He asks taking the gift bag from your hand as you come in the door.  “Wow not even a hug.  Today is really all about you huh?”  You nag as you slip off your shoes and set your bag down.  

As soon as the bag hits the floor he pulls you into a bone crushing hug.  “Sorry my sweetest friend.”  With his size he has no problem throwing you around like a little doll.  

“Me too, me too!”  “Hi Y/N!”  You hear from behind.  Instead of a body pile of boys squeezing you, Jungkook spins you both around and tries to escape the attack with your lifeless body in tow.  “Go away guys! She’s mine.”  Jungkook yells behind him.  

He only makes it a few more steps before the 95-line surround you in an attempted tackle and hug.  The only thing they succeed in doing is squeezing the life out of you.

Just about the time you think your eyeballs are gonna pop out like a squeaky toy Jin comes in.  “Boys let go of the poor girl.  You’re gonna kill her.”  The other three pout and step away but Jungkook keeps an arm around your shoulder with a smug grin on his face.  

“Thanks mama Jin.”  You say with a deep inhale.  “Welcome.  Now everyone but the birthday boy go wash up and get in the kitchen.”  Jin finishes and heads back in.  

Jin decides to pass his star pupil Namjoon to cake decorating with Jimin.  Hobi sets up decorations and keeps Kookie busy.  While you and Jin get busy cooking another one of your elaborate meals.  

The two of you work really well together in the kitchen.  Even if he is much older than you it never felt uncomfortable.  In fact you feel comfortable with all of them to different degrees.  That’s when it dawns on you that you hadn’t seen Suga yet.  “Is Yoongi napping?”  You ask.  “You know it.”  Jin chuckles.  

The aforementioned sleepy head comes into the kitchen just as you’re finishing up the cooking.  He stands there staring at you for a few minutes ruffling his hair.  He finally blinks and moves for the fridge.  

“Hey, Y/N.  I didn’t hear you come in.”  He mumbles while grabbing a drink.  “Yoongi I think you could sleep through the fire alarm.”  Jin says.  Yoongi only huffs and shuffles out of the kitchen to inspect the other preparations.

Dinner and cake were delicious.  You managed to mostly avoid the fray of flying frosting the boys were trying to cover Jungkook in.  Everyone gave their gifts and he opened some fan gifts as well.  It was normal for Yoongi to be quiet but usually he would quip in with a comment here and there at gatherings.  You couldn’t help but notice that he was especially quiet tonight and just looked down right exhausted.    

After everything got cleaned up everyone went to different rooms to make v app videos and tweets to wish him his online birthday.  That left you and Kookie with movie snack duty.  

You’re almost done setting out all the bowls when Jimin comes in and steals Jungkook away to shoot a video with him.  Jimin’s was the last so some of the boys had already gathered in the living room.  Tae and Jin were scarfing down a bowl of popcorn together while they waited.  

Another 15 minutes and everyone was done and ready for the movie.  Jungkook came in with the dvd of one of the newest Marvel films.  “Aw come on guys you ate all the popcorn already?”  He whines seeing the empty bowl on the coffee table.  The two culprits only giving the boy sly grins.  

“Jeez didn’t you guys eat dinner? Where do you put all this food?”  You ask.  “We’re hungry growing boys Y/N.”  Tae says with a mock serious expression.  “I’ll go make some more you guys get the movie started.”  You say taking the empty bowl away to the kitchen.  

You put the little bag in the microwave and lean against the counter to wait.  “Don’t scream.”  A voice says right beside your ear.  Despite what he said you jump and shout a little from being startled.  You turn around to see Hobi laughing at you.  “Oh my god you scared me.  I didn’t even hear you come in.”  He only laughs more saying sorry.  

His laughing turns to just a smile.  He moves close to you, crowding you against the counter.  Like you said you were comfortable with all the boys to a degree.  The only thing holding you back was Jungkook.  He never minded you getting close to the guys except for Hoseok, Taehyung, and Yoongi.  

For a reason he wouldn’t tell you, he always insisted you try to avoid them.  He always made sure you never spent too much time with them.  So in times like this where you’re alone with one of them you can’t help but feel a bit nervous but curious at the same time.  

“Can I ask you a favor Y/N-ah?”  Hoseok asks with a devious grin.  You know he must be up to no good but you nod your head anyway.  “I can watch the popcorn for you but could you go outside to get Yoongi for me?”  The request seemed simple enough so why did you feel like there was a catch?  “Um, sure I guess.  He’s outside?”  Hobi grins at your acceptance.  

“Yup just wanted some air before the movie.  Go tell him we’re starting.”  He leans in closer now to whisper in your ear.  “And it’s our little secret okay?  So go quietly.”  He moves away and gives you a wink before pushing you towards the door.  You give him one last questioning look over your shoulder.  He gives you a thumbs and a motion to keep going.  

Quietly you tug on your shoes and slip out the door.  It really was such a simple request.  You’re not sure why your heart is pounding a bit.  

You figured he’d be just outside the door on the porch but Yoongi is nowhere in sight.  You step off the porch and try to think about where he might be.  A few more steps and you get your hint.  The sound of a zippo lighter clicking open and closed can be heard around the side of the garage.  With soft footsteps you move around to the corner and peek around it.

“I know you’re there Y/N.”  Yoongi grumbles lowly.  You’re startled again.  How did he know it was you?  You move to be a bit closer before speaking.  “Sorry to bother you.  Hoseok asked me to come tell you we’re starting the movie soon.”  You try to sound calm and unfazed but your voice still manages to shake a bit.  

“Yea.  I figured.”  He says and slips the lighter into his back pocket.  He hasn’t even looked at you once since you’ve come out here but you still feel like a rabbit trapped in a snare.  For more than a minute he doesn’t move and almost looks like he’s fallen asleep standing there.  “Yoongi?”  You try softly.  His eyes are on yours instantly making your breath catch.  

It’s so dark you can barely see his face but you can clearly see his eyes.  Light brown almost gold in color with a soft glow like a candle about to fizzle out.  “Are you okay?”  You can barely get the words out.  Taking a tentative step closer he turns his face to look you dead on.  

Once again you’re frozen in place but your mind is racing.  The soft glow of gold fills your mind.  Images of Yoongi kissing you all over your body and fucking you roughly right there against the garage flash before your eyes.  His hot cum filling you feels too real and thrilling until he bites deep into your shoulder with teeth like a wolf.  

The pain makes you snap out of the illusion.  Your vision refocuses on Yoongi’s eyes.  The soft glow has all but faded away and his eyelids hang heavy.  The pain in your shoulder and the hot feeling between your thighs are somehow still there but are slowly melting away.  Shyly you blush and look away only to notice you are much closer than you were a moment ago.  

Your body is pressed against his with your hands clutched into his shirt.  You gasp and try to move away but he’s quick to grab your hips keeping them against him.  “Shh, don’t be scared.”  Yoongi pleas.  He moves one hand to gently hold your chin.  His other arm wraps around your waist.  

He moves your face to look at him again.  “You could see it right?”  He asks.  His lips are so close to yours that they almost touch as he speaks.  “You’re meant to be mine pet.  Please don’t fight it.”  Each word makes you melt into him more and more.  You feel dizzy and no words come to mind at all.  The only thing you can think of is kissing him.  He looks over your expression closely before leaning in to close the distance.  

The kiss is desperate right from the start.  Your lips touch for only a few seconds before tongues get involved.  You expect it to be rough like the vision but instead it is slow and passionate.  Your hands find purchase in his silver hair.  Yoongi feels like he can barely stay awake long enough to keep encouraging you to take control of the kiss.  

Yoongi’s hands are on your hips again.  You can’t help but moan when he grinds his hips into yours roughly.  He does it over and over slowly, letting you feel just how hard you make him.  

Back in the house Jungkook is sitting on the couch trying to wait patiently with everyone else for the three missing persons to come.  You had left to refill the popcorn maybe eight minutes ago.  “What is taking her so long?  Is she burning the house down?”  Jungkook grumbles to himself as he goes to investigate the kitchen.  

He opens the door to find something much worse than a fire.  You’re not there but instead Hoseok is leaning against the counter idly nibbling on the popcorn waiting for a second bag to pop.  

“Where’s Y/N?”  Jungkook asks barely entering the room.  Hobi turns around and gives the boy a sly grin.  “I had her do me a little favor.”  “Where is she hyung.”  Jungkook insists a bit panicked.  “I just asked if she could go bring Yoongi inside for me.  That’s all.”  He answers popping another piece of popcorn into his mouth.  

Now Jungkook was really panicked.  His hands began to ball into tight fists as he thought of the worst situation.  “Why would you do that hyung?!”  He asks.  Hobi just keeps smiling.  “Ey. It’s the new moon.  Yoongi’s practically harmless right now.”  Hoseok tries to convince the boy.  “Hyung. But you know how Yoongi feels about her.  How could you do this?”  The younger boys whines.  

“How could he do what?”  Taehyung asks from behind them coming into the room.  Jungkook groans and goes to put on his shoes.  “I had Y/N go get Yoongi.”  Hoseok says.  Taehyung giggles right away.  “You sly dog.”  

He goes over to get the popcorn bowl from Hobi.  The two look over as Jungkook opens the door.  “Be careful what you might run into Kookie.”  V yells to him on his way out.  The two boys laugh about their poor friends panic.  

“Do you want to go watch?  It could be fun.”  J-hope asks V as he pour the second bag into a bowl.  “Oh yes let’s.”  The two hook arms and scurry out the door in a fit of giggles.  

Yoongi’s kisses move away from your mouth to trail down your neck.  He mouths at you gently to not leave marks.  His hips never stop rubbing against you.  You thought you heard the front door close but you couldn’t seem to focus on anything but Yoongi.  

He takes a deep breath and growls deeply against your neck.  The sound comes from so deep in his chest you’re almost frightened.  Then he’s moving away and straightening out your hair and clothes.  “Kookie’s coming.”  He grumbles.  

That’s when you hear Jungkook call your name.  You don’t even think to answer only watching Suga adjust his own clothes.  He groans trying to hide his hard on.  He leans back against the garage wall just in time for Jungkook to come around the corner.  His cellphone light shines in your face making you wince.  

“Y/N? Are you okay?”  Yoongi scoffs at him.  “Yea Kook.  We’re uh.  Just talking.  Sorry.”  You clear your throat and try to sound like you weren’t just making out with his friend.  Jungkook moves closer to you to make sure.  Out of instinct Yoongi moves away from the wall and has to hold himself back from dragging you away from Kookie.  

Jungkook notices his movement and scans the annoyed look on Suga’s face. “You’re sure he didn’t hurt you at all?”  Kookie asks again taking a hold of your arm.  You could almost hear Suga grit his teeth.  “Yes I’m fine jeez.”  

“Aww that’s no fun.”  All three of you turn to see Tae and Hobi coming just around the corner.  “Jesus Christ did we need the whole damn search and rescue squad to come find me?”  Yoongi snaps at them.  Their smiles are gone in an instant.  

Suga would like to storm away and take care of his still pressing issue but he doesn’t want to leave you with Jungkook.  While Kookie is waiting for Yoongi to move away like usual.  The air is tense as the two stare at each other.  Kookie is tired of waiting and starts to drag you towards the house.  “Let’s go.  The others are waiting.”  Yoongi huffs and follows behind closely.  He hated the way Jungkook had his arm around you.  

The two jokers are quick to follow behind Yoongi.  “It sure doesn’t smell like nothing happened hyung.”  Hobi says sniffing at Suga.  Tae sniffs too.  “Yea I can smell Y/N all over you.”  That makes the whole group stop in their tracks.  Jungkook turns to give an accusing look at Yoongi.  You give a horrified look to the other two who are now sniffing all over Suga.  What did they mean they could smell you on him?  

“Oo especially your face.”  Tae adds with a giggle.  “Get away from me!”  Yoongi yells pushing their noses away from him.  It was all he could take.  “I’m going to bed.  No one bother me.”  He snaps at them before storming into the house.  

Jungkook’s accusing look  is now on you but you can’t bring yourself to look at him.  “I thought you said nothing happened?”  He asks holding your arms.  “Okay so we kissed a little.”  You mumble towards the ground.  “And you weren’t going to tell me?”  He shakes your arm a little.  You look up.  “I was.  Just not now Kook.  It’s your birthday I didn’t want you to worry about it.”  

Jungkook sighs and lets you go.  “It’s fine Y/N.  Come on.”  You all head back inside and get questioning looks from the three that were left inside.  “Suga went to bed already.  Is everything okay?”  Jin asks.  “Yea just don’t go in there till he’s asleep.”  Hobi says trying to stifle a giggle.  

You can’t bare to look anyone in the eyes for the rest of the night.  By tomorrow afternoon the whole group will know about what happened and you couldn’t be more embarrassed.  Your mind barely focuses on the movie at all.  The only thing on your mind is Yoongi.  You had so many questions about the things that happened.  

Once the movie was over you all got ready for bed.  Like usual you had your spot on the couch and Jungkook had the mat and blankets on the floor beneath you.  You both say goodnight and cuddle into your blankets.  Fifteen minutes go by and you can’t sleep.  “Y/N.”  Jungkook whispers to you.  You hum in response.  “You’re not sleepy right?”  “No.”  You sigh and turn over trying to see him in the dark.  

“Do you want to talk about it?”  He asks.  “Um. I guess.”  You’re not sure where to start or even how to explain what had happened.  “Do you like him?”  The question makes you blush and you’re glad it’s dark.  “I mean I don’t not like him. I don’t know.”  You heard him rustle in the blanket and you could just make out the shape of his figure turning towards you.  

“Well why would you kiss him if you didn’t like him?  You just go around kissing guys now?”  “Omg no Kook.  I really don’t know what happened.  I’ve never thought about him like that before but suddenly all I could think about was kissing him.  Like I couldn’t even control my brain.  Then he kissed me and you came a little bit after.”  Jungkook sighs.  “I told you to be careful with him Y/N.  He’s not normal.”  He huffs and rolls back over.  

“Kookie what are you hiding from me?  Why is Yoongi so different?”  All the years with Jungkook you knew when he was lying or hiding things from you.  “Just try to stay away from him.”  You reach out your foot to try and kick at him.  “Ugh but why.  Tell me.”  You whine poking him with your toe.  “Stop it.  He likes you okay.”  That quiets you.  Yoongi likes you?  

“You mean he like, likes me?”  “Yea like, like likes you.”  Wow Jungkook really is keeping secrets from you.  “How long have you known and didn’t tell me?”  “Idk a while.  Like a long time.”  “Why didn’t you tell me!”  You’re shout whispering at this point.  “Because I don’t want you getting involved with him.  I told you that.”  

“Are you jealous Jeon Jungkook?”  You think maybe you can tease the answer out of him.  “Ew no.  You know you’re like my little sister.  How many times do I have to say that he’s just different.  Trust me I’m sparing you a burden.”  You try to ask again but he cuts you off.  “No more just go to sleep.  I can’t explain it to you now.”  “Fine but someday I’ll know.”

It’s even harder to get to sleep after that.  Now the thought of Yoongi liking you is weighing on your brain.  Kookie wakes you up way too early the next morning insisting that you have breakfast together before you ship off back home.  You only try once to get an answer out of him before he’s groaning and pleading you not to do this so early.

akira-ran  asked:

(Its open again!~ ty for answer our asks, u're a very talented writer and a nice person~) AU where Yuuei is a more "team skull" like than a "true evil" school, trying to make the kids bad and failing miserably. Teachers can't handle the students' innocence level. Like, a villain Aizawa trying to teach students to steal a bank, but falling sleep in the bag, and the students carrying him away. He ask them what happened and face-palm when they tell they saved him instead of stealling the bank!

I love this request and I had an idea for it right away, so I hope I could do it justice! And I hope that you like it =)

Aizawa is sure that his job used to be easy at some point, at least, before his current class. Oh, he sees a lot of potential, wonderful little villains with powers strong enough to take them high in the society of evils. They have sharp minds and they’re creative, they improve and master all the challenges he throws at them.

The only problem, he realizes, is their shocking innocence.

Like right now, he stands at the side of the road, watching how the river that was supposed to flood the city is secured and his students proudly stand atop a makeshift wall that keeps the water away from wreaking havoc. They were supposed to raise the water higher, causing more damage and using it to their advantage and somehow, they didn’t.

A carefully planned training exercise is wasted and Aizawa tries to figure out where it all went wrong.

“Why did you build the wall?” He asks, looking over the ice that holds metal and rocks and other various materials together, that clearly were stacked over each other in a show of teamwork and quick, smart thinking.

“Well, the water would have ruined everything.” Kirishima explains, pointing towards the city. “And there was this dog and this group of kids that were around too, they almost got hurt.”

“The fuck is with this weak ass river walls anyway?” Bakugou grouches and glares at where the water has risen past safe levels. “You’d think the stupid people here would know how to handle natural disasters.”

“It’s a good thing we were around.” Todoroki adds, touching the ice to make sure it keeps holding everything together. “A lot of bad stuff could have happened.”

Aizawa cares for his students and he really likes them, he does, but right now he wonders what the hell he’s supposed to do, as he just stares at them, speechless for a long moment.

Queenie Part 2/2

Part 1

Pairing: Joker x Reader

Words: 705


Originally posted by psychojokerjl

I’m slammed against the bedroom wall after I’m lifted above his waist. My legs wrapped around his waist tightly, trying to receive as much friction as possible between my thighs. Mister J’s mouth leaves hickeys behind as he trails down my neck. He reaches my collarbone, knowing that it’s a sweet spot of mine. I lean my head back against the wall and grip his shoulders tightly as he continues to suck on my collarbone.

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charminglyantiquated’s hair tutorial!

HEY GUYS this is really quick and dirty, but basically how I draw hair that looks like stained glass (kind of surprised and definitely delighted at how many people have told me that!) is:

basic hair outlines!

then draw a few major lines inside the mass of hair - divide it into general clumps. try not to let these lines touch each other. don’t do anything inside/underneath the hair.

make your brush smaller (how much is up to you) and just draw a fuckton more lines. fill each hair clump one by one. try to keep these smaller lines all generally following the same curve of the clump they’re in! it’s okay if these lines TOUCH the side of the clump they’re in, but don’t ever have then CROSS it. you can fill the underside of the hair now too.

block color underneath the lineart

make a SOFT LIGHT layer UNDER the lines and OVER the hair color. using a clean, vibrant color (nothing greyish or brownish, or too dark; I usually use purple or blue) and that brush that is round and fades (soft round?), put in the major shadows based on the light, and next to each of the major lines dividing clumps of hair.

make the brush a bit smaller and run it along each of the smaller lines (or just some! follow your heartsong). it’s fine if it’s messy!

now it’s time for TEXTURES. just make a bunch of soft light layers between the solid hair color and the shading and play around with textures and opacity - usually 25 -75 is a good range, depending on the colors you use (I usually have a dark color, a light color, and a third color to overall tint the drawing. usually, these are watercolor texture, paper texture, and solid respectively, but seriously, play around).

if you’re so inclined, make a last layer above the line art, make it a clipping mask, and change the color of the lines to match everything else.

…and you have hair fit for a rose window! i love you all. have a good weekend. <3

The Last of Us starter sentences

“It’s the _____. Somethin’ ain’t right with ‘em, I… I think they’re sick.”

“Y… You shot him….”

“It’s called luck, and it is gonna run out.”

“Stop with the bullshit. What are you so afraid of?“

“Don’t do this to me, baby. Don’t do this to me, baby girl. Come on…please…”

“Really? Guess what; we’re shitty people _____! It’s been that way for a long time…”

“I shot the hell out of that guy, huh?“

“It’s a shame you wouldn’t come around. But it’s too late now.”

“S/he’s a lot tougher than you think.”

“What do you know about us? About me?”

“I’m not… I’m not going anywhere. This is my last stop.“

“You know, as bad as those things are, at least they’re predictable. It’s the normal people that scare me.”

“Kid….I don’t mean to upset you, but your friend’s chances of survival weren’t too high to begin with.”

“Drugs. I sell hardcore drugs.“

“No, don’t— Don’t touch me…“

“No matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.“

“I believe her/his last words to me were, "I don’t ever want to see your goddamned face again."“

"You know, I love how you think that you’re better than this. Better than us. But you’re not.”

“Well, I guess we’re both disappointed with each other then.“

“You give up now and I promise to be quick. Promise.”

“Nobody gets gutted. It’s a dumb teen movie.”

“IT IS OVER, ______! We tried…let’s just go home…”

“There are a million ways we should’ve died today. And a million ways we could die before tomorrow. But we fight for every second we get to spend with each other. Whether it’s two minutes or two days…we don’t give that up. I don’t want to give that up.”

“Sarcasm… making progress.“


“I’m scared of ending up alone.”

“You are treading on some mighty thin ice here.”

“Admit that you wanted to get rid of me the whole time…!”

“By the looks of it, you could lose some of that food.“

“What?! You want us to just leave you here??”

“You lay your hands on me again and it won’t end well for you.”

“You listen to me, you little shit…”

“It’s just… I’ve never seen anything like this, that’s all.”

“I haven’t seen you… in I don’t even know how long.”

“I…. can’t imagine losing someone you love like that. Losing everything that you know. I’m sorry, ______.”

“Look … you can still do the right thing here.”

“Do you even realize what your life means? Huh? Running off like that, putting yourself at risk — it’s pretty goddamn stupid.“


“I’m trying to make you proud.”

“You think you know me? Well let me tell you something: you have no idea what I’m capable of.”

“Everyone I’ve ever cared about has either died or left me. Everyone…fucking except for you! So don’t tell me I’d be safer with someone else, because the truth is I would just be more scared.”

“After all we’ve been through….everything that I’ve done….It can’t be for nothing.”

“You see? Everything happens for a reason.”

“Look! Its me, Its me, Its me! Look look! Its me..!”

“You know…it’s okay to give up. Ain’t no shame in it.”

“Really? Just gonna leave me hanging? All right. I see how it is…..It’s just a high-five. It takes like, 5 seconds.“

"Fight me one on one, you chickenshit!”

“It can’t be any worse out there, can it?”

“I walked in to my sister’s room and slipped on her bra. It was a booby trap.”

“You know, we can all be poetic and just lose our minds together.”

“Hey, fuck you, man. I didn’t ask for this.”

“How is it that you’re never scared?”

“You know what? No. How about “Hey, _____. I know it wasn’t easy, but it was either him or me, thanks for saving my ass.” You got anything like that for me, _____?”

“Don’t you have a plan B?“

“We don’t have to do this. You know that, right?“

“You’re right… You’re not my daughter… and I sure as hell ain’t your dad.”

“Hearing them talk, it’s good to know they’re scared of you.”

“Swear to me. Swear to me that everything that you said about _____ is true.“

“Goodnight, baby girl.”

Kagehina Headcanons

(Because I am too excited for summer and it’s stopping me from actually studying)

-Kageyama and Hinata always falling asleep at each other’s houses and their parents don’t say anything because both of their sons just look so tired

-So that means that Kageyama and Hinata always roll up to places at the same time, one of them in yesterday’s crumpled clothes, and eyebrows are raised.

-Everyone assumes that they are fucking but it is actually just snuggling and tired groans of “your toenail scratched me” and “stop stealing all the blankets, dumbass” 

-Kageyama and Hinata don’t understand what is socially acceptable so they kiss in public more than they should. 

-Their make out sessions are total train wrecks with too much tongue and a lot of excited touching but they don’t know any better because these boys are just young virgins

-Quick little kisses during matches whenever they score a point. Like they just turn to each other and Hinata plants his hands on either side of Kageyama’s face and lays one on him.

-The opponents never know how to react to this.

-Suga and Daichi are struggling parents trying to keep their horny and socially oblivious sons in line. Why do you think Suga’s hair is gray?

-Volleydorks literally holding hands 24/7 (outside of actually practicing) without even realizing it most of the time. Oikawa remarks to them once that they are attached at the hand and Kageyama, not understanding, scratches his head. (While still holding Hinata’s hand because it’s actually true)

-Let me reiterate how much these boys are all over each other in public places because WOW the PDA.


I think of you often,
and while I don’t want you
to be my blue or my yellow,
you are a green light across the bay.
Not a primary, still a being
that colors my life daily with their existence.
We send each other texts each morning,
about how we long for the other’s
touch. Drifting to sleep,
I think about being in your bed,
rubbing my body against yours,
and wonder if you’re missing my soft skin
and the way I draw myself ever closer.
But the bay is too vast,
it keeps taking weeks to cross,
for only quick caresses of that green light.
Stopping by your bed late at night
so I can kiss you and touch you and find you
gone by the morning.
Perhaps I cannot love like this,
for green is turning into a melancholy color.
There are only splotches of it on my canvas
and I want to feel what it’s like
to be saturated in it, seeping into me
like paint through thin canvas.
Even if you adore me, I fear
I remain colorless, with green ideas,
and I sleep furiously.


This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Rip wasn’t supposed to become entirely enchanted with this wild era, wasn’t supposed to become equally if not more enchanted by a sarcastic but utterly irresistible outlaw, and he definitely wasn’t supposed to whisper secrets about who he really was on said outlaw’s skin.

The mission was simple. He needed to save the life of a man who was of great importance to the timeline. All Rip had to do was ensure that the man was not shot and killed by those stupid members of the Stillwater Gang. Easy in, easy out, or so he’d thought.

Except when it comes to Time Missions, few things are ever that simple.

Rip had overestimated his skill with a pistol, and most likely would be lying dead in an unmarked grave in 1878, had Jonah Hex not shot the gang member Rip had foolishly challenged square in the chest. Rip still had the man’s first words to him burned forever into his mind:

“You’re pretty shit with a gun.”

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