last thing before i go to sleep finally

4 May 2017 || ig || May Study Challenge

Day 4: May is AP Exam season! What are your tips for studying for tests?

First of all, happy Star Wars day! May the force be with you during your exams (and in general). 

The Day Before

MORNING (8-10AM)

  • wake up, have a nice breakfast (not too much coffee pls)
  • get dressed!
  • tidy up your study space if necessary
  • get out your notes one last time (only the summaries/final notes if you have any of those)

DURING THE DAY

  • go over your notes once or twice again and check if you have everything memorised
  • go over everything you especially struggled with another time
  • stay hydrated
  • eat light and easily digestible things
  • cut out caffeine after 4pm because you need a good night’s sleep!
  • take breaks :)

EVENING

  • personally, i don’t study the night before an exam (after 6pm)
  • take a nice bath or shower
  • if you eat dinner, don’t make it too late or too heavy
  • set your alarm and two backup alarms, and if possible tell someone who will be awake at that time to wake you up if all else fails (or to give you a wake-up call)
  • pack your bag with EVERYTHING you need (including water, keys, paper, pens, ID, calculator, bus pass, tissues, tampons/pads if needed)
  • if you want, set out the clothes you want to wear the next day so you don’t have to worry about it in the morning
  • go to bed before midnight, ideally at a time that allows you 7 to 8 hours of sleep

The Day of the Exam

  • manage your time in a way that allows you to be at the exam location half an hour in advance (earlier buses etc)
  • have breakfast!!! don’t skip breakfast, it gives you the energy your brain needs during the exam. if you feel like you can’t eat anything, try just toast or a granola bar or dry cereal or something like that. tea is good as well.
  • don’t drink more caffeine than you usually would. you’ll probably be nervous as it is and caffeine makes you extra hyped
  • go to the toilet before you leave your house
  • if you feel like you would benefit from it, skim your notes one last time (on the bus maybe or during breakfast)
  • if that would just freak you out, read something else (comics, the newspaper, tumblr, whatever really)
  • get encouragement!! have someone tell you that you’ll do fine or wish you good luck. it’ll make you smile and have a more positive attitude. possible people: best friend, parents, siblings, grandparents, and of course tumblr or other social networks.
  • if other people make you even more nervous because they all seem so much better prepared than you (they probs aren’t though), avoid them. listen to music or read something or avoid the exam room itself as long as possible. focus on yourself if you work better that way.
  • if talking to others calms you down, don’t choose the ones with headphones or books to talk to  because they’re probably the ones who want some peace and quiet
  • do your best! :)
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Request:  Um…hi… I was wondering if you could do a BTS reaction, where they got drunk and you had sex… I would like to see their reaction the next morning. I hope whatever I said makes sense… I love your blog btw. ❤

A/N: Thank you for the request (sorry it took a while)

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Lena constantly buying kara things because money isn't an issue for her and because she wasn't brought up in a loving family she tries to buy things to keep people happy. eventually Winn and James have to corner kara to ask if lena is her sugar mumMY which kara explains lena and her aren't like that they are just friends but then she realises maybe she should stop lena from buying her so much which leads to the sugar mummy conversation with lena.

“Sooo,” Winn draws the word out, twirling in his desk chair to face Kara. “Looks like National City’s favorite superhero has a new sugar mama!”

“What?” Kara blinks up at him confused and James wiggles his eyebrows from his perch in the desk. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how you-” he mimes throwing punches towards her abdomen, “Have a sugar mama.”

Her phone dings and she looks down to see a text from Lena.

*Are you going to be home for dinner? I’m going to pick up potstickers*

She grins before typing back.

*Sounds perfect! Ice cream?*

“Is that her?” Winn teases.

“Who?”

“Your sugar mama!”

“I don’t know what that is.”

Winn slumps over exasperated, but James helps her out.

“It ‘s like a really wealthy … friend, that buys you things in exchange for …  friendship.”

“That’s ridiculous! Lena doesn’t have to buy my friendship!”

“No, no, of course not, I wasn’t trying imply -”

“What James is trying to say is that a sugar mama is like a friend with benefits. Only with extra benefits because she buys you stuff.” Winn winks.

“I thought friends with benefits meant you were … you know sleeping together.” Kara can feel her eyebrows crinkle.

Win throws up his hands frustration and looks to James.

“Am I missing something?!”

James placates him with a hand on his shoulder and turns to Kara with a warm smile.

“It’s okay, we’re not going to judge you Kara - because she’s a woman OR because she’s a Luthor. She’s proven herself by saving you plenty of times.”

“I’m glad that you guys finally trust her, but we’re not sleeping together.”

“Hey, that’s cool! Taking your time before you get intimate in relationships is a good thing.”

“We’re not in a relationship though.”

Winn and James share a look that she can’t quite interpret.

“Alright, well; I’m gonna go do a lap of the city, make sure nothing’s brewing. I don’t want dinner to get interrupted. Last time Lena brought home potstickers there was a bank robbery right in the middle of an episode of Homeland.” She starts turning to leave but stops. “I’ll see you guys for game night tomorrow?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” James promises, and then she’s speeding off, the thoughts of Chinese food already making her mouth water.

“Alex was right.” Winn says as he and James watch Kara take off through the sky light. “They have no idea they’re dating.”

i flirt in #mycalvins

Note: Dedicated to my fellow hoes in @bangtan-bookclub. I love you ALL. This isn’t full smut, but it’s pretty explicit (which is why I tagged it the way I did). 

Summary: UnderwearModel!Hoseok

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“You owe me cookies,” your friend reminds you, nudging your shoulder with a cheshire cat grin. “And you can bake them on his abs. God he’s so hot.” 

Jung Hoseok stands across the room bathed in warm lighting as he poses for the photographer. He’s nearly naked save for the small, tight scrap of cloth covering his essentials. Boxer Briefs. 

You shudder as you pretend to work while sliding Hoseok discreet looks. The boxer briefs he’s wearing is a reminder that (A) you lost the bet by thinking he wore regular briefs, and (B) you needed to get laid ASAP if you were this close to losing your cool over a random underwear model. 

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Summer Boy|| Jeon Jungkook pt.06

{pt.07}

Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smutty plot

Word Count: 7,878

~ Wow, I’m actually updating? Sorry I’ve be MIA this past month, I’ve just been trying to finish my projects and exams to finally graduate. Here is the next chapter, with one left to go! Enjoy ♡


The last thing I remembered was that kiss before we said goodnight. The warmth and dampness of Jungkook’s naked skin against my own. I remember looking forward to waking up with him still asleep and his arms still holding me.
But when I did wake up and found him sleeping in my bed; the only feeling I was met with was remorse.


Jungkook was sleeping heavily by my side. The sun was out early and the only reason I had woken up was because I felt the need to throw up. I couldn’t handle my alcohol after a night of drinking, and the liquor wanted to leave my system immediately. Jungkook didn’t even stir when I jumped out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I pushed through the mess of my hair and let my head hang over the toilet.

After vomiting unpleasantly for a few minutes, I flushed the toilet and closed the lid. Standing over the skin and cupping water from the faucet to wash the awful taste from my mouth. My head was pounding with a major headache and the light from outside was causing my eyes to hurt. I splashed some cool water on my face as the events of the night before came to light.

I was in a state of foolishness, oblivious to the consequences and long-term effects of my actions. I was playing with Jungkook’s emotions and even my own. Regardless of what I might have felt last night, that wouldn’t change what was to come. The truth of the matter was that Jungkook and the rest of the boys were going home sooner than expected. There wasn’t time for anything else to happen between us, and I wanted to end this as painlessly as possible.
I heard walking and light talking out in the hall. Coco and Mina were always the first ones up in the mornings. In no time would they come knocking at my door for breakfast. I walked back into the bedroom, finding any clean clothes to put on quickly. I slightly jumped at the sudden sound of Jungkook snoring. I turn around to look at him, spread out in my bed with the sheets only covering his lower half. His lips were parted and slightly dry, but he looked good all the while. If I wasn’t sober I would have probably climbed back to his side and enjoyed laying there in his company.

 “Well, you’re up early.” Mina said, utterly surprised. I ran into her as soon I shut the door to my bedroom. Though, I walked passed her without saying a word.
 “No offense but you look like hell, (Y/n).” Coco said as I walked into the kitchen. I opened up the cabinet to grab some aspirin, gazing at the clock for the time. It was barely 9 o’clock and I wasn’t looking forward to what the day was going to bring.

I took a seat on the counter chair, brushing my fingers through my tangled hair, as I thought about my next move.

I didn’t know just how much Jungkook would remember. Hell! I wasn’t even sure of what I remembered. What about the things I don’t remember? One thing was for sure though; Jungkook stayed the night because I had asked him too.
 “(Y/n)?” Coco called out. I snapped my head to see her standing next to me. “You seem really out of it. What’s wrong?”

I didn’t know how to respond in a matter of simple words. There would be too many questions to answer if I did. Before I could prepare myself to speak, the back door burst open; Taehyung standing there with Namjoon behind him. We were all startled by the forced entrance.

  “Taehyung! You can still knock.” Namjoon scolded. He sounded in distress and Taehyung was only adding to it.

  “Sorry guys but we have a problem.” Taehyung explained.

  “What happen?” Coco asked, placing the rag she had been wiping down the kitchen counter with down.

I had never seen them so worried. Taehyung looked panicked the most, while Namjoon was trying to keep his composer.

  “Jungkook didn’t come home last night.” Namjoon said as they stepped in.
Coco and Mina began to worry as well and tried to comfort the boys to calm down before jumping to any conclusions.

  “I know we sound dramatic but Jungkook has never not made it home.” Taehyung argued before noticeing my lack of speaking, the fact that I was even present was surprising to him. He stepped over to me, his brown eyes were wide with concern and he touched my hand. He wanted to ask me about Jungkook but also wanted to know how I was doing.  After everything Taehyung was the closest one I had grown to.

  “Everyone else is already out looking at places he likes to hang out.” Namjoon asked if we could help as well. Taehyung didn’t ask me anything but only stayed by my side, comforting himself and unknowingly, me as well.

  “Would you know where he is by any chance, (Y/n)?” Coco asked suddenly.
It seemed to be an idea everyone else had missed besides Taehyung. They all turned to look in my direction and Taehyung’s hand fell off my arm. I felt like they were all gathered around my sitting figure, standing tall and intimidating. I opened my mouth to speak, any answer at all, but before I could-

  “I’m here.”

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anonymous asked:

RFA trying to get a hyper!MC to go to bed? Maybe she had wayyyy too much coffee or something? I really like your hcs so I wonder how you might do this one. Thank you! ^^

Aw thanks so much! It means so much to me that someone likes my writing! Sorry this took me a while… I don’t really know what it’s like to be hyper T - T

Yoosung

  • How could you have so much energy for 11:30 in the evening?
  • He stares at you from the couch as you time yourself for another round of 2048. Eyes glued to the screen, you play again and again, trying to beat your own five minute record.
  • Yoosung gets the uncomfortable feeling that that crazed expression on your face is similar to how he looks like when he plays LOLOL.
  • He becomes alarmed when he looks up from his notes an hour later to find you bustling about the kitchen trying to bake brownies. You were a terrible cook!
  • It was a dangerous idea to keep his eyes off of you for even a minute when you were in one of these moods.
  • You would become unpredictable and listless after a day spent lazing on the couch.
  • He supposes it makes sense for so much inactivity to make way for hyperactivity.
  • He stops working and approaches you.
  • “MC? Don’t you think it’s about time to go to bed?”
  • “No.”
  • “It’s getting late, and you didn’t really get a lot of sleep last night either…”
  • “No! I want to bake you something for breakfast. I’m not the best baker, but this time will be different. You like brownies, don’t you, Yoosung?~”
  • He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly. How was he going to get you to bed with that attitude? There would be no arguing with you now. Shouldn’t she still get some sleep, though?
  • Yoosung is too timid to protest, but he’s so worried that you’ll end up burning the flat down that he tries to stay awake to watch over you.
  • Before he knows it, his eyelids are drooping. He ends up falling asleep on the counter just before you’re about to stick the pan the in oven.
  • Luckily, you decide to stop when you see how exhausted your boyfriend is. He’s snoozing away with his head in his arms, snoring lightly with his mouth slightly open.
  • You feel guilty once you realise that you probably terrified him by trying to cook unsupervised. You poke his nose. “Yoosung?”
  • “Huh…? MC?”
  • “Let’s go to bed, okay?”
  • “That,” He says through a soft, half-lidded smile, “would be awesome.”

Jaehee

  • She suspects you’re tipsy, judging from the way you’ve been chattering away non-stop for the past half hour.
  • She pats herself on the back for not drinking herself. Leading you home when you were this excited was bad enough, but leading you home while both of you were intoxicated? Jaehee shivered t the thought of it.
  • She braces herself for a night of exasperation.
  • Being tipsy seemed to send you into a spontaneous burst of activity. All of a sudden her reserved girlfriend would be talking, eating, and laughing without pause.
  • Jaehee’s eyes widen in panic when you choose to sprint across the street and into the apartment building without so much as a glance at the passing traffic.
  • MC is really talented. Was she a gymnast in another life? Or perhaps a track star? If I’m not mistaken, she was wearing her six-inch stilettos just now, right?
  • She chases after you and finds you in the living room trying to draw a portrait of yourself and your darling “Baehee”.
  • Jaehee is surprised to discover that she finds this behavior endearing. Though, it’s unfortunate that you’ve nearly knocked the lamp over from laughing too hard when you forget to draw eyes on yourself.
  • “Baehee! Come look at this! Don’t I look like a mop?”
  • “MC? Isn’t it about time we get to bed?”
  • “Wait, wait, wait. Let me draw Zen in here, too.”
  • Jaehee bites her tongue to refrain from asking you to rethink your artistic interpretation of Zen. That’s a horse?! Please don’t tell me she’s saying that Zen is that horse.
  • “Look, Baehee! It’s Zen! He’s a pony because of his ponytail!”
  • Okay, now it’s definitely time for bed.
  • She’s gone crazy. The alcohol must be interfering with her memory…
  • “MC, let’s go to sleep now.”
  • “But why? Don’t you like my drawings?”
  • “Yes! But Zen would like this drawing even more! In fact, if you sleep now, maybe you can wake up early enough to catch him before his next rehearsal! In fact, I’ll join you!”
  • “Really?!”
  • “Yes! You’ve captured his likeness perfectly. He will be so glad to receive such a… lifelike portrait!”
  • You giggle before beaming back at her. “Okay! I’ll go get changed now. Don’t forget!”
  • Jaehee sighs and massages her temples.
  • I hope Zen will forgive me for this.

Zen

  • Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to let you binge on all those sweets just because “A girl has to live every once in a while, OK?” 
  • He was getting drowsy, but you definitely weren’t. 
  • It was 1:30… You would typically be asleep by 11:00. 
  • As delightful as it was to see you acting so playful, you definitely didn’t giggle this much. Ever. And that half-crazed look in your eyes wasn’t normal either. 
  • You were totally on a sugar high. 
  • When you weren’t scrolling through memes or doubling over with laughter from the most insignificant of details, you would poke his cheek or tug on his shirt, asking him to feed you another bite of chocolate cake. 
  • It’s rare for Zen to be the one nagging you to go to bed. Still, he shakes his head and puts the plates away. “No, MC. It’s time to go to sleep. Don’t you have class tomorrow?”
  • “One more bite? Please~?” 
  • It takes everything in him to resist that pleading look on your face. Why does she have to be so cute? Maybe… No. No, Zen. Don’t give in. “Sorry, babe. Bedtime.” 
  • He turns to leave, but it takes him a few moments to realise that you haven’t been following along behind him. “MC?” Fuck! He walks back to the dining room. 
  • You’ve gone into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and were about to slice yourself another piece of cake. “NO!” 
  • He runs to the kitchen just before you’re about to take a bite, sweeping you into his arms bridal-style. “No! Zen! One more bite!” You struggle against him, but Zen only sighs and lifts you away.
  • He looks at you. “Be a good girl, please?” 
  • “But you always stay up this late…”
  • “Yeah, but you don’t.” 
  • Is surprised that he’s being the “responsible” one tonight. 
  • He tries to conceal his fatigue as he carries you up the stairs. Though, you’ve already taken notice of how tired his eyes look. 
  • “I guess I shouldn’t have had all that chocolate, huh?”
  • He laughs. “Maybe not.”
  • Zen smiles when kiss him on the cheek and say you’ll “be a good girl tonight” just for him. 

Jumin 

  • He doesn’t understand where all your energy is coming from.
  • He himself was exhausted from the party the two of you had just attended, yet here you are - multitasking like there’s no tomorrow.
  • Jumin has to admit that it takes some skill to be able to keep Elizabeth the 3rd fully occupied while simultaneously building a tower out of a deck of cards. 
  • However, he also thinks that your constant laughter coupled with the frantic way you’re running about is rather unusual. 
  • He finds it entertaining until you’re holding Elizabeth the 3rd up in the air the way Rafiki held Simba up on Pride Rock in the Lion King - it’s giving him flashbacks of Saeyoung and he definitely isn’t having any more of that. 
  • He gets up and pries Elizabeth free from your grasp. 
  • “But, Jumin! How can I make a card palace for Elizabeth if I can’t even tell if she’s going to fit in it?
  • “MC? Don’t you think it’s time to go to bed?”
  • You frown. “No.” 
  • “No?”
  • “I don’t think I can go to bed. There’s so much to do! Tell me- have you ever built a tower from marshmallows and uncooked pasta? Oh! I should make a tower for Elizabeth! Give her here, Jumin. Elizabeth~” 
  • Oh boy. He gets the idea you’ll be up to nonsense until morning if he doesn’t get you into bed now. Besides, he doesn’t want to see anyone rough-housing with Elizabeth - the poor thing looked terrified. 
  • “Elizabeth the 3rd and I will be going to bed now.”
  • “No!” You whine. “She’s meant to be the highlight of my creation.”
  • “It’s late, MC. Let’s get to bed. Please?” He watches you contemplate his suggestion before adding, “Bed, MC. Or I’ll make you.”
  • He meant for that line to imply some innuendo, so it’s a bit of a blow to his pride when you narrow your eyes at that last remark. How infuriating. Finally, he promises that Elizabeth the 3rd can sleep next to you if you agree to go to bed now. 
  • The enthusiasm at which you accept that concession almost makes him want to pout. Elizabeth over me…?
  • He realises he’s lost when you turn to him from the top of stairs and ask. “I really am feeling restless, Jumin. Should I take a shower? Or will you make me do that, too?” 

707/Saeyoung

  • He doesn’t find anything unusual at first. Sure, he thought you were a bit more lively than usual - after all, trying to teach yourself how to juggle at 10:00 is a bit eccentric even for Saeyoung. 
  • But he knows something is off when you suggest doing pilates this late in the evening. He raises a brow at you. But… she hates physical activity…
  • Now you’ve stolen his glasses and are giggling at your own appearance in front of the mirror. Yeah, okay. She’s acting strange.
  • “MC? Why is the coffee pot empty?”
  • “I drank it all~” You reply, flashing him a satisfied smile. 
  • There’s no way he’s going to let you pull an all nighter. He’s experienced firsthand what you’re like when you’ve been deprived of sleep and he isn’t exactly fond of the zombie you become. 
  • Saeyoung tries to lure you to bed in a playful way. 
  • “Hey, MC! I’ve got a really good idea.”
  • You look up from the robot dog you’ve been decking out with ribbons. “What is it?”
  • “Let’s play a game.”
  • “Yes!”
  • “I’ll hide my glasses, and you’ll try to find them. The winner gets one free wish.” 
  • “You’re on!” 
  • He’s blind for the next hour and a half, but the effort wears you out. You had climbed bookshelves and crouched down to check the undersides of his sports cars - all to no avail. 
  • Saeyoung can’t believe his plan worked. He thought you would lose focus and set about doing some other silly task - like decking him out with ribbons, for example. 
  • He melts when he sees you yawning because the sight of it reminds him of a puppy. “Saeyoung? I think I lost.”
  • “Yeah?”
  • You rub your eyes. “Where are they? Your glasses? Aren’t you blind right now?”
  • “I am. But now that you’ve lost you have to grant my wish.”
  • “Hmph. Don’t say something corny like ‘be mine forever’. I’ll punch you.” 
  • Saeyoung laughs. I knew she’d say that. “No. For now Iet’s just get some rest. Okay?”
  • You nod and give him a thumbs up. “You’ve got it, Captain.” He tucks you into bed and settles in beside you, chuckling to himself as he removes his glasses from the back of your hoodie. 
Requested | 13: “It’s 3 a.m. what are you doing?” - Colby Brock

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Your eyes wandered to the clock. 2:12 AM. For the past 2 hours, you kept tossing and turning and couldn’t fall asleep. Your entire body was drained, but you were wide awake. Next to you, Colby was fast asleep.

Wow. Wish that was me. You thought to yourself.

You threw the covers off of you and quietly left the room. You didn’t really know what you were going to do but you found yourself in the kitchen. After a minute of rummaging through cabinets boxes of brownie, cake, and cookie batter sat on the counter.

Colby was a heavy sleeper so you didn’t care about the noise you were making, and boy were you making a lot of noise. You were 1 cake, a batch of brownies, and 2 cookie sheets in when you started to clean up your crazy mess.

Your music quietly played in the background, letting you get lost in the sound.

“Babe?” Colby startled you as his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Jeez Colb, don’t scare me like that,” you said, continuing your cleaning. 

He chuckled behind you and pulled you closer to him. “It’s 3 A.M. What are you doing?” You shrugged your shoulders, you yourself not even sure what you’re doing.

“I couldn’t sleep. So I just started making stuff,” You turned around in Colby’s arms, laughing at the sweets that laid out on the counter, “I really don’t know why I did this of all things,”

There was something about this moment that made the world stop. The music playing quietly in the background, you in Colby’s arms, swaying to the song. 

“Cmon, let’s go back to bed. I’m tired as shit,” Colby said as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

You started to laugh and yell at him to put me down. Of course, he didn’t listen to you until he dropped you on the bed. You playfully slapped his arm but cuddled into him seconds later.

“I love you, you know that?” Colby whispered, kissing the back of your head.

“And I love you,” was the last thing you said before falling into a deep sleep, finally.

Dynamic | pt. viii

Originally posted by everybodyloveschen

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Scenario: Superhero AU
Pairing: Chen/Reader
Word Count: 3938
Rating: T (warning: hella angst)

Summary: You’re the leading superhero of the city, and you’ve fought Dynamo for years. It’s the way it should be - good vs. evil, hero vs. villain. But what happens when a bigger evil threatens everything?

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You’re My Wonderwall || D. H.

A/N: I got inspired to write this during my trip to France! it’s a little bit weird..I don’t know if i’m entirely happy with it… 

Word Count: 1.6K

POV: Reader

MASTERLIST // PART TWO

Originally posted by hcwll

The smell of salt hung in the air and it was still lingering on my skin. The window right next to me was opened as wide as possible and wind played with the light fabric of the curtain.

It wasn’t pitch black in the room, the moon adorned the night sky and some street lamps were still on. I could hear the distant sound of waves and water that wildly hit the shore.

Me and my friends had just agreed that it was time to turn off the lights and sleep after we had talked for at least an hour.

“We need to get up early tomorrow, if we want to take the first train to Cannes.” Frankie reminded us, set an alarm clock and closed her eyes.

She was right. I wasn’t a morning person at all, but some things are just worth getting up early for. I could have talked for at least another hour but I needed as much sleep as I could get if I didn’t want to look and feel like a zombie tomorrow morning.  

“Goodnight girls” I whispered as I slipped under my “blanket” that consisted of the bedsheet only. It was just way too hot for a normal duvet but I couldn’t sleep without some sort of blanket either.

“Goodnight, Y/N” my two friends answered.

We stayed completely silent after that and everyone had found a comfortable position to sleep in.

I was sharing a room with Frankie and Liane two of my best friends while the other three girls of our clique shared the room next to us. Summer had just started and we had decided to go on a little adventure. Our destination was France to be exact. We had booked six plane tickets and a little apartment in a French town right beside the sea.

One week full of swimming in the ocean, going out for dinner in cute little bistros and exploring new cities, that was the plan. Falling in love wasn’t. I guess one can’t plan everything.

My head was resting on the soft pillow, my body felt tired. It wasn’t a bad tired it was a good kind of tired. It was a ‘I did a lot of interesting things today’ kind of tired. I immediately knew it wouldn’t take me long to fall asleep.

Tomorrow my friends and I were going to explore the famous city Cannes, the one where the glamorous film festivals are held each year. I was excited already.

I glanced at my friends one last time before I finally closed my eyes, hoping I would fall asleep in an instant. What did I say about things not going according to plan again?

The apartment we rented for the week was great and right in the middle of the old town. We were surrounded by restaurants and there was a lovely market right in front of our door and the beach was less than 5 minutes away. The only problem was, we were right in the city centre and there was a bar directly underneath us.

So, while we were trying to sleep we were constantly surrounded by a lot of different noises: Cars, motor cycles, people chatting or laughing, the annoying sound that seagulls make and of course drunk bar visitors.

Believe me when I say that it was way too hot to sleep with the window closed. It was impossible. We were kind of susceptible to the noises. Normally I wouldn’t mind, but it was just unbearably loud today, even louder than the nights before.

I tried my best to ignore it, knowing that I had to get up early tomorrow. But the harder I tried to sleep the more difficult it got.

I heard Liane sigh as another car passed by and somebody seemed to crash a bottle made out of glass soon after.

Then I heard a lot of loud voices, some people were having a conversation right underneath our window. It wasn’t French, it was English. I could clearly hear a guy, he spoke with a posh but mellifluous British accent. Since he slurred his words I could tell that he was drunk.

They were talking so enormously loud that I could follow their entire conversation, I could hear every single word. Although I tried to ignore it and just sleep, I couldn’t.

I felt myself get annoyed and mad. Couldn’t they just stop?! I mean, some people need their sleep for god’s sake.

My hands turned into fists underneath my blanket, with every shout or word I got angrier. I was absolutely pissed. I rolled my eyes as they suddenly erupted into loud laughter.

“La Ferme!”

My French wasn’t perfect but I was sure that this translated to ‘Shut Up’. An old French lady that lived in the apartment above us had opened her window to scold the Brits who had a few too many drinks in the bar.

‘You go Granny!’ I cheered in my head.

But to my dismay, they didn’t stop and didn’t care that they kept the entire building awake.

The clock read 2am, I had to be on my feet in exactly 5 hours.

Just as I had given up and decided that it couldn’t get any worse, posh guy, the one that sounded like Winnie Pooh, started full on singing.

“And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don’t know how”

I had the sudden urge to smash my head against the pillow repeatedly, was he being serious?!

COZ MAYBE
You’re gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You’re my wonderwall”

Okay that was enough! I jumped out of the bed and stormed out of the room. My friends jolted up in their beds and stared at me in confusion, but I didn’t care.

God, I hated posh guy so much at this moment. I was a ticking time bomb and about to explode.

I put on the first pair of shoes that I could find and opened the front door. I was wearing nothing but my pjs as I trotted towards those rude Brits who literally stood underneath our window.

“I SAID MAYBE

YOU’RE GONNA BE THE ONE THAT SAVES ME”

Posh guy wasn’t singing anymore, he was screaming on top of his lungs. Oh I was so gonna shut him up…

He had his back turned towards me and no one had noticed my arrival. I could tell that he was freakishly tall and probably a little bit older than me. I was too pissed to be shy or intimidated.

I tapped his shoulder to get his attention. He jumped in the air at my sudden touch, I had obviously scared him. The tall guy immediately turned around in surprise and shock.

As he saw me the scared look on his face instantly faded. He put his huge hands over his broad chest. His heart was racing because I had jumpscared him, but why was my heart suddenly beating rapidly fast?

I glanced up at him and took in his features.

The stranger had warm brown eyes and pale soft skin. His mouth turned into a smile as he eyed me up and down. He didn’t only have a few freckles, he also had two cute dimples. How perfect can one be?

I was supposed to shout profanities at this guy but I couldn’t help but be intrigued by him.

For a few seconds, we just stared at each other, unable to say something. We were both taken aback by one another. I never believed in love at first sight but this is what I imagine it to feel like. 

“You are not a very good singer.” Was all I could blurt out. No hello, nothing.

He may be cute but I was still mad at him.

“Did I really sound that bad?” the guy laughed and blushed a little bit.

He was wearing shorts and a short button up shirt. Some of his friends accompanied him but I didn’t really pay attention to them. He didn’t either, his eyes were glued onto me.

“The song was good, the singing not so much.” I explained and although I wanted to look pissed a little smile crept onto my face.

“Maybe you just didn’t like my personal interpretation. I’m Dan by the way.” The tall guy winked and introduced himself.

“I definitely prefer the original. And I’m Y/N.”

“So.. Y/N why do I deserve your presence?” Dan asked he was obviously still a little bit drunk.

As a warm wind played with the hem of my nightgown, Dan bit his pink bottom lip.  

“My bed is right there. Behind this window.” I pointed to the window behind us. “And your so-called singing kept me and my friends awake for more than an hour.” I explained sharply.

“Shit. I’m really sorry.”

Dan’s apology seemed genuine and he even seemed a little bit embarrassed as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

“Why is a pretty and young girl like you in bed already, anyway?” Dan slurred cheekily and I could tell that he wouldn’t have been brave enough to say this if he were sober.

It was my time to blush now. He was definitely flirting with me.

“My friends and I are gonna go to Cannes tomorrow morning.” I told Dan. He nodded to signal that he understood and looked even more sorry now.

There was a little twinkle in Dan’s brown eyes.

“And what are you doing after you have explored Cannes?” he wanted to know and I could already tell where this was going and damn did I like it.

“I will probably sleep for the next three days since you kept me awake. Unless you have other plans?”

“Why don’t you meet me at this spot tomorrow at around 6pm? I do have a plan and I promise it won’t involve me singing.”

Never Let You Go Again

Summary: After a fight, Peter tells you that you are no longer welcomed on the island. He banishes you from camp, leaving you wandering through the woods, looking for shelter. Instead, you accidentally run into a group of stray, nefarious pirates who kidnap you and try to drag you off to Captain Hook’s ship.

Word Count: 1002

Warnings: Violence

You hadn’t meant it when you’d shouted at Peter that you’d rather grow up then stay stranded on the island with him for the rest of your life. Really, you hadn’t.

It was just, you were so mad, and in that moment, you wanted to say anything to make him hurt.

It had worked. In fact, it had worked too well. Peter looked as if you had just slapped him in the face. With his jaw clenched, he turned away from you, and declared that you were no longer welcome at the camp of the Lost Boys.

Now, you go running into the woods, hot tears streaming down your face. You have no idea where to go, for Peter and the Lost Boys are the only home you’ve ever really known. But now, you’re completely and utterly alone, blindly heading towards nothing.

You’re careless, just mindlessly sprinting through the trees as loudly as possible. You stop only to put your hands on your knees and catch your breath for a second when they grab you from behind.

You scream, but one quickly covers your mouth.

The wicked, grimy pirates surround you, pointing their swords at your throat if you dare make another noise.

“Oh, Hook is gonna love her. Can you imagine, coming across the only girl on the island just as we’re leaving?” One of them laughs, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head backwards.

You struggle against them, but there are just too many. When one tries to wrap his arms around you and lift you off the ground, you elbow him hard in the stomach until he drops you. On the ground, you try to crawl away, but one of them delivers a solid kick to your rib cage, causing you to curl over.

There’s too many of them, you think, this is it.

That’s when you hear someone calling your name from afar.

“Y/N! Y/N, please, where are you?” Peter’s voice comes from somewhere in the distance.

If you can only get away quick enough to shout-

“Peter!” You cry out, springing up off the dirt floor, but the pirates are there instantly, grabbing your arms and twisting them behind your back painfully.

“Y/N?” You hear him yell back, followed by the sound of rapid rustling through trees.

Suddenly, he emerges into the clearing, his eyes lighting up with hope when he sees you, only to be immediately filled with terror when he then sees the pirate gripping you tightly from behind, his sword resting across your neck.

“Pan.” The pirate spits, glaring at Peter. “Try anything, and I’ll cut her throat clean open.”

Peter’s silent for a moment, as if briefly contemplating what he’s about to do, before slowly putting his hands up to signal his surrender. The other pirates quickly seize Peter, shoving his arms behind his back as well.

“Peter, no!” You exclaim, and you feel the blade dig closer into your neck.

“Stop, don’t hurt her! Please. I’ll give you whatever you want. Just don’t hurt her.” Peter begs them, his face creased with worry and disparity.  

The pirate holding you just shakes his head, making disappointed ticking sounds with his tongue. “How sad. The king of Neverland, feared ruler of the island, giving everything up for a girl? A little chivalrous and pathetic, wouldn’t you say, Pan?”

Peter just looks at you, and the emotion in his eyes say it all. I’m sorry.

“No.” Peter speaks up, not letting go of your gaze. “No, it’s not sad, and it’s not chivalrous or pathetic. You see, the reason I would give up everything is because I’m in love with her, and if you’re gonna hurt anyone, it’s gonna be me.”

You feel your heart break at Peter’s words.

The main pirate just scowls in disgust. “Alright, fine, let’s wrap this up. I’m not a fan of soppy romances. Pan, you’re coming with us. The girl can run free.”

“NO!” You scream, as the pirate releases you, sending you flying to the ground. When you look up at Peter, you see his eyes are glistening with tears.

But then, for only a split second, he winks.

You think your eyes are deceiving you. But no. You’re sure: Peter Pan just winked.

“Alright,” he says to the pirates, “I agree, let’s wrap this up. BOYS, NOW!

All of a sudden, arrows from above whiz through the heads of all the pirates except for the one holding Peter. Peter slips from that one’s grips, kicking him to the ground and getting a safe distance away before an arrow crosses through his head as well.

Then, it’s just the two of you, standing a few feet apart from each other.

You try to hold back your sob, but it tears through your throat and into the night, sounding as pained and wretched as you feel.

In unison, you both run to each other, collapsing into each other’s arms. At that moment, you can’t hold back the tears any longer, and you feel them all flow down your face at once.

“Peter, I-I-I didn’t m-mean any of it-” You try to say, but your words get broken up by the crying.

Peter just shushes you softly, and you feel his tears wetting your hair as he holds onto you tighter than ever before.

You both stay like that, consumed within each other’s embrace, even when the Lost Boys come down from their hidden stations in the trees. You know they were the ones who saved both you and Peter’s lives tonight, and you make a mental note to thank them all profusely when this all is over.

When you do eventually make it back to camp, you and Peter settle into his cot together, your body pressed up against his. He kisses you apologies until your lips are numb, and the last thing you hear before you finally drift off to sleep is Peter’s soft, worn out voice whispering, “I will never let you go again.”

I Think You’re My Best Friend

Summary: Dan and Phil get matching tattoos.

Genre: fluff, reality

Warnings: mentions of needles (bc tattoos) and pain mention (i guess?)

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: i started this fic like a month ago but i haven’t had any inspiration to finish it…. until now! yeah i’ve had a week off school due to hurricane harvey and flooding (stay safe fellow texans) so i was like “i’ll finish this fic” and i did! i hope i got the process of getting a tattoo right. i’ve never had one, but i researched it so i hope what i found was right. it took me ages to figure out what i wanted the tattoo to be, so i hope this isn’t too cheesy or cringy ^-^ title taken from the song “The Kids Aren’t Alright” by Fall Out Boy (such a dnp song. go give it a listen). also does this count as a songfic? idk. 

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“We should get matching tattoos.”

Phil choked on his drink. Very slowly, he looked up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. He cleared his throat.

“What?” Phil rasped out. Dan smirked.

“I said we should get matching tattoos.” Dan said smoothly as he leaned back in his chair. Phil shook his head.

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“I love you.”

A/N: another piece that was in my drafts. It may be nonsense, but it’s for Oscar & we all need a little Oscar in our lives

words: 363

“I love you” always seem to come at perfect moments with Oscar.

Nights where you are up in the early hours stressing over work, it’ll come against your shoulder right after he’ll tell you “come to bed with me.” Or when you’re tired of him being gone, and you unintentionally make him feel guilty for being away with work. It comes when he’s afraid you might leave, and when he finds himself questioning if he’s selfish for bringing you to this relationship. You love how it’s the first thing he whispers when he wakes up in the morning, and the last thing he gets out even when you fall asleep before he does.

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pretty boy prologue

summary: you’ll have to wait for part 1 :)))

Originally posted by littleprinceu

pairing: lee temin x fem reader

genre: fluff

word count: 875

warnings: for now none :)

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Important To Each Other

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Fandom: Marvel (Avengers)
Summary: Bucky shows up at his girlfriend’s house bleeding.
Characters (+Mentioned): Reader, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers and Tony Stark.
Warnings: Mentions of blood/bleeding, and scars.
A/N: Something short to get me back into the flow of writing since I haven’t been posting in a long time. I might change the title later when I think of a better one.


It was almost night time by the time (Y/N) got off her shift at work, she was the last employee to leave the bookstore so she had to make sure everything was locked and secure before leaving.

She arrived home a lot later than usual but she didn’t care, the only thing that matter was that she was finally going home and finally able to sleep on her comfy bed after a long day of customers yelling at each other to keep quiet in the store as if though it were a library.

She unlocked the front door and stepped in, taking off her jacket and shoes before picking up the small pile of mail that had been slid in from the slot on the door.

“Water bill, electricity bill, coupon for Papa Johns - I’ll save that one.” (Y/N) mumbled as she entered the kitchen and turned the light on. She placed the bills on the counter and looked up to see a figure sitting in her living room.

A scream emitted from her lips before she jumped back and placed a hand over her heaving chest. The stranger turned on the small lamp beside him and (Y/N) felt her eyes widen a little and then she realized.

“Bucky? What the hell are… is that blood?”

His eyes shifted down to his reddened torso before looking back up at her with a sheepish look on his face.

No?”

“That isn’t exactly a question you’re suppose to answer with another question, Buck.” She made her way over to him and made him peel off his shirt.

After a month of not seeing him because he was away on several missions, she’d except him to come home through the front door and not the open window in the kitchen and most certainly not covered in blood and almost bleeding to death on her brand new couches that she paid a lot for—or more like Bucky had actually bought for her after breaking the others ones from jumping too hard on them.

“What happened? Why are you bleeding?” (Y/N) asked frantically, immediately getting up to grab the large first aid kit she had stashed under her kitchen sink for situations like this.

She made Bucky sit at the table as she began to clean up all the blood to be able to see where exactly it was coming from.

“Hydra base. I walked into a trap… I should’ve known.” He growled a little before shifting his position on the chair so she would be able to patch up a few cuts on his back.

“You didn’t know… but why did you come to my house instead of going straight to Tony or a hospital?!” (Y/N) was beginning to grow annoyed at her reckless boyfriend.

“I wanted to see your beautiful face first.”

In any other situation, she would’ve perceived that as sweet but not when he was bleeding in her own home. The clean up would certainly be a big hassle.

Bucky.” She spoke in a stern voice and he sighed.

“Steve gets all worked up over nothing. If I go to him he’ll overreact and act like if I almost died.”

“Yeah? Well I’m worse than Steve.” (Y/N)’s voice sounded annoyed as she tugged at his hair before patching up the rest of his wounds and cleaning him up a little.

Her eyes trailed over the several scars he had littered everywhere that were now visible since the blood was gone, permanent marks that would remind him of what he did during his time in Hydra. If (Y/N) could, she’d get rid of all of them. Not because they were ugly—in fact, in her eyes, scars were a beautiful thing—but because he didn’t need the constant reminder about what he did and who he killed.

Bucky was someone incredibly precious to her, he was someone who helped her out when she was going through tough times and she was someone who helped him see that he wasn’t a monster. They were both important to each other.

(Y/N) leaned down to give him a small kiss on his forehead, she brushed back his hair before offering to go start a bath for him.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Only if you join me..” He wiggles his eyebrows.

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A Secret Love

A Secret Love

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, minor smut.
A/N this popped into my head & wouldn’t leave. It was supposed to be pure smut but as usual, things grow. I hope y'all like it.

“You’re doing it again y/n” Nat catches you by surprise making you squeak. You knew you shouldn’t have let her discover your secrets, the unfortunate thing about having the best spy in the world for a best friend is that no secret is safe for long. All it had taken was 2 glasses of your favorite wine after 1 of your father’s parties & the super spy had gotten the name of your crush out of you. A secret you’d been hiding for over a year & a half.

The reason it was a secret wasn’t just because your crush was the unattainable Bucky Barnes, though with Tony Stark for a father, that was beyond enough. He may have forgiven Bucky for the death of his parents, but that didn’t mean he’d be accepting of his daughter being in love with him. Which brings you to the second reason for your secret. You were helplessly, hopelessly in love with the former fist of Hydra.

As soon as you met him, you knew you were sunk. He seemed so anxious at first & all you wanted was to make him feel at home & try to make him smile. So you spent as much time with him as you could, countless movie nights, buckets of popcorn & trips to museums to catch him up on history & help him integrate into society. Somewhere during these adventures, Bucky had begun to find that part of himself that had been such a ladies man before the war. He would flirt shamelessly with you, much to your father’s frustration.

You had fallen hard & fast, you refused to let yourself get your hopes up though, you couldn’t, especially since every time your father threw 1 of his famous parties Bucky could always be found surrounded by the same group of women.

Which brought you back to the present, Nat had in fact found you staring at Bucky & his supermodel groupies. They were clinging to him as if he was going to disappear, all competing with each other on who could gain his attention.

Snapping fingers bring you back to the present, “where were you woman?” “Oh, nowhere special, just thinking “ you know she’s not going to let you off this easily, she wouldn’t be Nat if she did. Raising an eyebrow, Nat just stares at you before grabbing her drink & walking off but yells back over her shoulder “you realize the only people you’re fooling is yourself & Bucky right?” You collapse on the bar, you’re definitely screwed.

Unable to handle the high-pitched squeals from the groupies any longer, you grab a bottle of your favorite wine & head to your floor, not seeing the cerulean eyes following your form through the crowd.


Bucky’s POV

I watch her glide through the crowd, wanting nothing more than to follow her. I don’t know when it happened, 1 day we were watching movie, going on little adventures & laughing together at Sam’s dramatic ass & the next I find myself trying to find any excuse possible to be near her. Even if it meant going to Starks unbearable parties.

The “groupies” as Sam calls them, have surrounded me again. I hate this, they never have anything worth hearing to say, all they do is talk about how amazing I am, how much I must work out, how it must be SO exciting to be an avenger.

None seem to realize how stupid they sound. I’m not Sam or Steve who can go out without fearing people’s reactions, I was the Winter Soldier, if I get recognized, it rarely ends well. I spend every day trying to atone for the atrocities committed through me by Hydra. I’m not dumb enough to think I bare the blame, but it was still my hands taking those lives.

The only time I don’t feel guilty is when I’m with y/n, she treats me just like everyone else. So it was no surprise to Steve when I fell in love with her, I don’t see how everyone isn’t in love with her. Unfortunately, she just sees me as a friend, which means I’ll never have her. I just have to be content to love her from afar. Not that it stops me from flirting with her nonstop, especially since it gets Starks pants in a bunch. I know Steve thinks I shouldn’t mess with the man, but I can’t help myself, nor do I want to. I find myself flirting with her more & more every day.

Y/n POV

It’s been 3 weeks since the party, 3 weeks of absolute hell. Bucky has taken to flirting even more & since Sam’s big mouth had let it slip that he’d heard the “groupies” (insert sassy Sam air quotes) bitching how none of them had managed to get Barnes into bed, him always claiming that he “just wasn’t that into them & had eyes for someone special” your mind had decided that every sleeping moment had to be spent dreaming of Bucky. Shirtless, sweaty, moaning Bucky. On top of you, under you, behind you, hell if there was a position that was even remotely possible physically, you’d dreamed it.

As if your dreams weren’t torture enough, it was summer time & Bucky had taken to walking around shirtless at all times. If someone complained he simply wiggled his eyebrows & claimed that the serum didn’t just  enhanced EVERYTHING physically, it also made him hot all the time & after 70 years of skintight leather he refused to be uncomfortable. He would then catch your eye, wink then walk out smirking at your flaming cheeks.


A month later


This must be what dying feels like, it’s now been a month since the party & Bucky’s teasing has escalated from winks & slightly suggestive comments to “accidental” touches that linger longer than is proper & everything out of his sinful mouth has begun to sound like an innuendo. The entire team has noticed the sexual tension between the 2 of you by now & the betting pool has opened. Thankfully your father has been preoccupied with his new suit, so he’s blissfully unaware that the entire tower is betting on how long it takes before you 2 rip each other’s clothes. Most have bet that you’ll snap first, especially with all the teasing Bucky has been doing. The grunting loudly during a workout, moaning when eating, the man is being downright sinful. But you have a secret weapon, you have Natasha. Grabbing your secret weapon, you buy a whole new wardrobe specifically geared towards tormenting Bucky. The first day you debuted your new yoga shorts & crop tops, Bucky broke the edge of the counter top. Everyone looked at him with wide eyes but you just linked arms with Natasha & left for the gym. The game was on.

2 weeks later


Bucky’s POV


Bucky was dying, at first when he’d decided to just go for it & hope for the best, it had seemed foolproof. He started slowly, little teasing remarks & not wearing a shirt. When that had been met with intense blushing by you, he figured it was as good of a sign that he was going to get that you might return his affections. So he’d stepped it up, but nothing had prepared him for you to partner with Natasha to bring him to his knees. You were already killing him just by being your amazing self. Partnered with Natasha? You were kryptonite & he didn’t stand a chance in hell. If he had to see 1 more pair of yoga shorts or skirts that barely covered your ass, he was going to strangle someone. Starting with the lower agents who couldn’t keep their eyes in their heads when you entered the room.


Y/n POV


You can’t sleep, nightmares from last week’s mission are making it impossible. So you pull on the Henley you stole from Bucky’s laundry basket & head to the kitchen for some tea.

Bucky’s already there with 2 cups in front of him, he hands you the second cup without even looking, having already heard you coming. “Nightmares again?” “yeah, just can’t get that last mission out of my head. Thanks for the tea, it always helps.“ His only answer is to shrug then pick you up & carry you back to your room. Nothing could’ve prepared you for the feeling of Bucky carrying you, sure you’ve hugged him before, he’s even carried you home drunk before but this feels different, more intimate.

He sets you down at your door, careful not to spill your tea. Something in you is desperate for this moment to last but before you can say anything Bucky pulls you close, his lips meet your cheeks for a few moments before he pulls away. He seems reluctant to go but finally whispers goodnight before slowly turning and heading for his room. You quickly rush into your room, leaning against the door, your hand resting where his lips were just seconds ago. You know sleep will be hard to find tonight, but it won’t have anything to do with nightmares.

Bucky’s POV


Letting her go was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. All I want is to run back to her, kiss her senseless & spend the rest of the night holding her. I know I can’t right now, but I want to. I try to forget how her heart raced as I leaned in to kiss her, it makes me want to find other ways of getting her heart racing. “Stop it Barnes!! There’s a mission coming up & you’ll be the only 1 here with her.” Oh great, now I’m really not going to sleep, all I can think of is having her beneath me.


Y/n POV


You stare at the picture, eyes unsure where to look the longest. Bucky is in a tub, all that’s visible above the bubbles is his chest & abs that would make the gods weep with envy & the tree trunks that are his thighs. The part of your brain that’s functioning somewhat is screaming at you to run to him, somewhere in the non functioning part, there’s a warning of your father coming home but you can’t hear it over the sound of your feet flying down the hallway. Your eyes met Bucky’s & as soon as he holds out that damn metal arm, all thought flies out the window. What follows is a flurry of clothes flying, heated kisses & heavy moans as you finally sink down onto Bucky’s throbbing member. Both of you moving together chasing your ends, suddenly your orgasm crashes down over you causing you to clamp down on Bucky triggering his own orgasm. Your screams mix with his moans, neither of you hearing FRIDAY calling out that the team had landed.


The teams POV


The screams echo through the hall, without a thought we all bolted for the bathroom that FRIDAY said the sounds were coming from. Stark blasted the door open only to be met with the sight of a naked Bucky pulling his shirt down y/n’s body, her hands buried in his hair holding his lips to hers “What the shit Barnes?!?! It’s not enough that you kill my parents, now you gotta go & defile my daughter too?!!!” As soon as the door blasted open Bucky pulls y/n into his arms to shield her, seeing her father & knowing he’s likely planning Bucky’s demise she yells for him to run. Luckily following orders is a habit that’s deeply ingrained in the soldier & he takes off like a bolt of lightning with Stark hot on his heels alternating between cursing his name & yelling warnings about hurting his little girl.

I hope y'all liked it!!! Let me know what you think please.
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Lay Me Down To Sleep: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from @loveheartlanebirdy​: Hey I was wondering if you could write were the reader is turned against her will and can’t handle being a vampire and she begs kol her boyfriend to kill her and lays them down on the ground so the reader is in is arms and kills her (reader) 😭 fluff

So obviously this is going to be sad, so if you’re not down for that, keep scrolling. I’m sorry this has taken so long, but I hope it’s okay for you. Enjoy x 

The lights were too bright, everything was too loud, vision too clear, able to see things you didn’t want to see. Emotions you didn’t want. And then there was the hunger. 

The hunger, the pain, the ache that could only be sated by blood. A crimson sticky substance, something you had always found vile, the thought of drinking it making you ill. The fact that you enjoyed it making you sick. 

So you spent time in your room. Alone. 

It was the only way you could feel sane. 

Not for the first time since she had been turned, Kol found himself on the wrong side of Y/N’s bedroom door. She’d shut everyone out, including him. Including the man she loved, and the man who loved her. 

He knew how hard it was for her. He understood and tried to show it to her, tried to show her how it wasn’t all that bad. But to no avail. Instead, she would just fall into his arms and cry before locking herself away. 

Kol sighed as he knocked. 

It pained him beyond words to see her this way. 

“Y/N? Love? Can I come in?”

The sound of Kol’s voice, his tone of concern was able to lift your spirits, if only a little. A small sliver of light was able to break through the darkness in your heart when you saw his face, his brow furrowed and that half-smile on his face. 

He sat on the bed next to you, pulling you against him and pressing a kiss in your hair. You felt him inhale your scent, and for a moment, you forgot the creature you now were, the question you had wanted to ask. 

For a moment. 

“How are you feeling?”

She didn’t speak, instead just pulled away from him. Kol watched in confusion as she opened the second drawer in her bedside table. She stared inside, breathing heavily as if bracing herself for something. 

His heart broke when she finally reached in and pulled out a wooden stake. He didn’t dare ask where she got it from, instead stared in confusion when she pointed it at herself, taking his hand and placing it over hers. 

“What are you doing?”

The break in his voice almost made you drop the stake there and then. But you didn’t. You needed this. This was your escape from a life you didn’t want, a life you had never wanted. 

“You know”, you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes. You had never thought you would die like this. 

Kol shook his head, his tears matching your own as he looked at you in disbelief.

“I can’t live like this, Kol. You know that. And I can’t do this myself. I need your help. I need help from the person I love the most in the whole world. Kill me, please.”

Kol swallowed, wiping away the tears that had run down his cheeks at his girlfriend’s words. She was right. And if she wasn’t happy, he couldn’t abide by that. At least, she’d be free in death. 

“Okay. But not like this.”

He took her in his arms, and laid her on the ground between his legs, both of them holding the stake directly above her heart. He kissed her, for one final time, throwing in every ounce of love he had for her. They were both crying now.

“It’s just like going to sleep, Y/N. I promise.”

“I love you, Kol Mikaelson”, you whispered your last goodbye to him, knowing he would hear it, and hoping he would know it for the remainder of eternity. 

“Always, Y/N”, he whispered back before he helped you push the stake in. 

The last thing you saw was Kol’s reflection in the wall mirror, tears traveling down his cheeks.

After that, there was nothing. Just an endless sleep. 

Masterlist

“I just wanted you to know how happy you make me. You’re kind and generous and you have such a good heart. You actually take an interest in my interests and make me want to delve into yours as well. I tell you all the time how lucky I am that I finally found someone like you, but I don’t think you quite grasp just how much I mean it. There’s a lyric that gets stuck in my head every time I look at you that says "I have a thought of you for every star in the sky” and honestly it’s so accurate. You’re the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last thing I think of before I go to sleep. Just the thought of you makes me tear up with joy because I didn’t think I could ever be this happy.
I’m sorry I get quiet when you’re about to leave me, I just get choked up at the fact that every moment without you next to me feels like an eternity. And the moments I’m with you seem to go by in an instant.
But no matter what, I’m happy you found me, I’m happy I fell for you, and I’m happy you’re mine and I’m yours. And I will tell you that over and over until you get sick of hearing it.“

A letter to my soul mate (9/19/17)

Behind The Scenes 3 (4/???)

Author’s note: I know there is going to be a continuation to this part again but I don’t if i will have time to post it soon, but i will try to post it within this week. Sorry for any errors and if i am inaccurate about the setting of the city.. I hope you all like this part because this city was one of my favorites to write. 

Genre: Fluff? but like not really??? (Suga; Jungkook)

Word count:1912

City: Shanghai

Summary: It is pretty boring being stuck in the hotel room

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series


It was the 3rd day in Shanghai and you were barely getting used to the tour schedule. It took a while to get used to life on tour. All the time spent traveling and the time change weren’t much help. So far, China involved many hours of driving to many cities. Ever since the last day at Beijing, the excitement of the tour no longer affected you. Every hotel seemed to just be the same type of room over and over again. The only thing that was easy to deal with was living out of a suitcase, it wasn’t too different from living out of trash bags. For you, the new schedule involved sleeping, waking up, traveling, then waiting backstage as the guys did meet and greets and the concerts, then repeating the process.

The extra day at each city was meant for Rap monster to do his deals, this 3rd day was no different. V tagged along with Rap monster on his deal as was expected. Jin and Jimin were off spending their hours at the gym. Suga and Jhope were occupied in their room either sleeping or drunk/high. The only thing that was different about this day was that you and Jungkook decided to stay cooped up in the hotel room. Over the past weeks from city to city, pretending to be a couple was just getting exhausting for the both of you. The second the both of you stepped out of the hotel room, you both went into character, always paranoid of who could be watching. When out in public, there were times where you were bombarded with fans or people would secretly take pictures of all of you. For this day, staying in was just a better option.

In the hotel room, neither of you talked to one another. You each were on opposite sides of the room most of the day. He stayed on your side of the room while you were on V and Jimin’s side. You were each enjoying the two TVs.

Even though this was one of the few chances you had to watch TV, it was all in Chinese. After a few hours of trying to figure out storylines of TV shows, you decided it would be more fun to read one of the books you brought.

You made your way to your bed to get to your suitcase. Jungkook looked relaxed laying down in the bed watching some action movie as he ate some of the left over candy you all bought back in Beijing. A fight scene came on and you were soon sucked into the movie. “Can I watch the movie with you?” you asked.

He patted the empty spot next to him, his attention was too stuck on the movie to speak.

You crawled in bed next to him and enjoyed the rest of the film.

“Even though I had no idea what they were saying, it was still a super good movie.” You commented when the ending credits appeared.

“Yeah… but now I’m bored.” He whined.

“Me too.”

Jungkook turned to you with that signature fuckboy look of his. “Well, there is something we can do…”

You gave him the benefit of the doubt and asked, “Like what?”

“We could have some fun if you know what I mean.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Fuck no!”

“Ha! I knew it!” he got up from the bed.  “It was worth a shot though. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to have some fun by myself in the shower.” He grabbed a towel from his suit case and locked himself in the bathroom.

You tried to give the next movie that came on a chance, but isn’t wasn’t long before there was a knock at the door. You went over and looked through the peephole. Suga was standing on the other side waiting for the door to open. You couldn’t help but smile when you saw it was him. It looked like he had barely woken up because parts of his hair were still sticking out. It only made him look cuter. You quickly opened the door to let him in.

“Hey.” He said as he walked past you.

“What’s up?”

He casually walked around the room, taking a look at everything. “Eh, nothing really, I was just bored.”

You went across the room and sat on the edge of the bed you and Jungkook shared. “Me too.”

From the bathroom, you could hear the shower being turned on.

“So that’s where he was.” Suga mumbled. He walked over to you and sat next to you on the bed. He sat really close to you, your shoulders were touching, but neither of you moved away from each other. “What have you done all day?” he asked.

“Nothing, just watch TV.”

“Cool, I barely woke up.” He smiled.

“So you woke up and thought “Oh, let me just go annoy y/n!”?” you asked jokingly.

“Yeah! That’s exactly what I thought!” He laughed.

“Well it’s good to know that I am the first thing on your mind.” You mumbled.

“Oddly enough, you are the last thing I think about before I go to sleep too!” He laughed some more.

Your heart skipped a beat. You wished he meant what he said, but as his laugh implied, he was just joking. Part of you wanted to finally confront him about the kiss, but the other half remembered Aiko, so you just kept your mouth shut. “Aiko is probably the last thing he thinks about at the end of the day.” You thought. You flopped back on the bed filled with despair and let out a long sigh.

Suga flopped down next to you, mimicking you with a loud dramatic sigh.

You stole a quick side glance at him, but didn’t say anything.

“So… You and Jungkook really share the bed?”

“Yeah…”

“Don’t you feel weird though?”

“Um, yeah, a bit, but we sleep with a sheet separating us so…”

“Still weird.”

“Well I guess… I don’t know. If I don’t think about it, I don’t get too weird about it. I try to see it like when you and I shared your bed a few times. You get me?”

He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at you. “Yeah but that is different. We are actually friends, so that’s not weird.”

“Well, it’s kinda weird because we are friends…” you said looking away from him.

“How?”

“Well, like, you and me… If you think about it, its weird cuz, like, that’s something that, um, that like friends don’t do… It’s something um, only people more than- ummm nevermind.”

“What are you getting at?”

“Nothing!”

“Oh c’mon! I know you want to tell me something!” He said leaning closer to you.

Every part of you wanted to pull him to you and just kiss him, you just wanted him to know how you felt. Instead, you pushed him off you. “I said its nothing! Now stop breathing my air!” you made sure to laugh so he wouldn’t think twice about how you were acting.

He laughed at your antics and lay back down. “… So… do you wanna get out of here? We can go to the beach that’s nearby.” He suggested in his usual lazy tone.

You sat up in disbelief. “You, Min Yoongi, want to go out?!?”

“Yeah sorta.”

“Who are you and what have you done to the real Min Yoongi?!?”

“Ha! I’m serious!”

“Why?”

He sat up too. “I don’t know, just cuz. It’s better than you moping around this hotel room. We’ve been to Xi’an, Chengdu, and Chongqing and you mostly been in the hotel, backstage or in the van! Now me, I’m tired as fuck… but you should try to get as much enjoyment as you can… considering the circumstances…”

“… Nu-uh, we all went out for the monster’s birthday back in Chengdu!”

“That doesn’t count! We were all forced to do that. I’m saying we go out for your enjoyment!”

               You looked up at him doubtfully. Rap monster’s words back at Beijing ran through your head.

“Now let’s go! You know me, this side of me only comes out once in a hundred years, so take this chance while you got it!”

“But what about the monster? He’ll be mad.”

“He left Jin here with us like some damn children, but fucking Jin is off doing his own shit! We can do our own shit too! Besides, you won’t be alone, you’ll be with me.”

Now that he said that, what Jungkook told you at the candy store popped into your head. “Fine… but Jungkook has to come too.”

Suga’s face cringed. “Why?”

“Cuz he’s my “boyfriend”. It’s just better if I’m seen out with him all the time.” you explained.

“Ah fine.” He whined. “You get ready. I’m going to get my camera.” He said as he let himself out of the room.

After Jungkook came out of the bathroom, you updated him on the new plans. It took a bit of convincing, but he eventually agreed. Then , you went to the bathroom to get ready.

SUGA’S POV

Suga went back to his room, grabbing his camera and a pair of sunglasses. Before leaving back to y/n’s room, he did one last check on Jhope and took one last check on himself in the mirror. He decided to change into a nicer shirt and fixed his hair. He couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed that he looked so messy in front of y/n.

He knocked on her door expecting her to open it, but instead he was greeted by the maknae. By the looks of his outfit, y/n already told him about their plans. To avoid conversation, he swiftly walked in and went straight to the window.

Jungkook came up next to him and stared out on Shanghai as well. “So it was your idea to go to the beach?” He asked.

“Yup.”

“Hm, very unlike you.”

“So?”

“Nothing, just taking notice.” He said slyly

Suga looked over at the tall boy. “Get to the fucking point, I know there is something you are implying.”

“Ah, you know, I just find it a bit funny that you’re doing something so… out of character. Especially when it’s obvious you’re still hungover.”

“Well, it’s for y/n’s sake, not mine.” He said looking back out the window.

“You wanna fuck her, don’t you?” Jungkook teased.

“Now why would you ask a stupid question like that?” He maintained his monotone as to not raise any of Jungkook’s suspicions.

“Cuz it’s a stupidly smart question!”

Suga tried to ignore him, but it didn’t work. The damn maknae pulled out the annoying side of his personality. “You wanna fuck her, you wanna fuck her!” Jungkook sang as he danced around him

The maknae was really getting on his nerves “Ya! I don’t like her like that!” He said sternly.

“Damn bro! I see right through you.” Jungkook laughed as he forcefully patted his hyung’s back. “Too bad she’s taken.” He said jokingly. “Don’t worry I give you permission. You need pussy, I can tell.”

“How many times do I have to fucking tell-“  he heard the bathroom door open and quickly stopped talking.

Y/n looked really cute as she stepped out in a casual outfit and her hair pinned up. The only down side was that she was dressed almost identical to the piece of shit standing next to him.

SHIP SHOWOFFIN’ TIME

so I finally finished my ship and I’ve posted most of it before but I want to upload the entire thing for posterity’s sake in one post

The crew sleeping quarters! Tweaked a bit, because I didn’t like 3 bedrooms being thoroughfares for the other ones (can you IMAGINE how annoying it would have been to get the first bedroom?) so I moved them elsewhere

detail shot of both halves since tumblr is for sure going to kill my detail

The bathroom/toilet carriage, which has no real change from last time I posted it. Idiot captain featured accidentally grapple-hooking self to wall

Crew amusement/saloon area, built function over form because for real everyone crowding my teleporter is getting waaaaaay on my tits. Crew rooms relocated to the upper decks here, where the piano can annoy them as much as it does me

Medical bay, miniature sitting/reading area, kitchen, mess hall and CLOCK ROOM, pretty much mandatory on any steampunky ship. get the fuck out of my machines you idiots. taking screenshots of your ship is hell with crew members jfc

Workshop room, mostly placed here for my convenience. Not completely delighted with the design, not sure why that is, will probably tweak it when I figure out what’s off about it

aaand the quarters of the BEAUTIFUL AND UNSTOPPABLE CAPTAIN, me.