A/N: I’m in Prague this week with a friend and I set this to upload on it’s own so hopefully it works. A little trigger warning towards the end. Requested to write a smut about
the videos of the boys playing billiard in Glasgow and using some vibes from There’s Nothing Holdin’
Me Back too.
Word count: 5,323
“I swear he’s looking at you again” Ollie grinned,
smiling at me widely. He put a couple of bottles with liquor back on their
place, not taking his friendly eyes of me.
“Who?” I asked, grabbing two more glasses from the
counter. I poured vodka in them both first, then some red bull before putting
ice in both glasses.
“The tall, dark-haired guy” he said, nodding in the
direction of the billiard tables in the other end of the bar.
Summary: You like to take late night walks to de-stress, you meeet a stranger named Bucky who does the same.
Prompt(s): Okay I’m combining two: pandarosita: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky? and an anon request for 64.
93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.” 94. “I had a bad dream again.” Bonus: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”
Warnings: angsty reader
Word Count: 3093
Author’s Note: Ah fuck. I sort of hate this but I just need to post it to get it out of my head, so here you go. Enjoy the angst. I’ll post part 2 tonight when I get to my next hotel.
Side note, please do not interpret this as me advising taking careless late night walks. Be safe, know your surroundings if you must.
You’d always been a night owl, preferring the quiet dark when everyone was asleep over the busy days in too small a home with too many people. You liked the calm stillness that fell at night when everything finally just… stopped.
HUMO: You’re a
feminist, you have already said that several times. Many young women do not
like being associated with feminism, because in their eyes it is a movement that
forbids them to wear heels.
Evelyne Brochu: Feminists are the reason that I can vote, and my main
concern is not whether I should wear heels or not, but that I might soon lose
that acquired right as a woman. That Donald Trump is completely disturbed. The
first thing he did as president, was to abolish subsidies for abortion clinics.
And isn’t it scary what humiliating statements the most powerful man in the
world can make about women? Everybody says: “They are just words.”
But words set the motion more often than you think. A man thinks much faster now,
“If the most powerful man can say that, it is okay if I say it too.”
While women previously where not given the same room as men to be angry, or different,
or crazy, a man is admired for those things, “Look how strong he is and
what strong opinions he has.” A woman would be called hysterical.
constantly belittled. We are told how we should behave if we want to be loved. That’s
my biggest concern. I could care less about those heels.
This is a translation of Ebro’s interview with a Belgium magazine. For the full translated interview keep reading.
You simply need to drop out of hyperspace between blockade and Boz Pity.
Sure Obi-Wan, what it is for Anakin to just simply drop out of hyperspace between blockade and planet. Who cares the timing must be perfect or otherwise everyone is going to die either thanks to CIS ships or planet’s mass shadow? No pressure at all.
Shawn Mendes Words: 900 Warning: Slightly smutty Notes: I started writing this at 6am. Idk why, but here you go XD
The morning sun
filtered into the room, its warm rays hitting my face in a way that the bright
light blinded me, even with my eyes tightly shut. Calling on every cell in my
being, I manged to shift my heavy body, shielding my face against Shawn’s
shoulder. He groaned sleepily, moving his arm to rest around my waist as I
pressed a gentle kiss against his bare skin.
So very slowly, my
body began waking up for the day. My eyes slipped open for a moment, I was met
with the cheerfully lit room, making my eyes squeeze shut. I tried again, his
time with more luck as I forced them to stay open, eventually adjusting to the
The room looked oddly beautiful
for such an early time. I could see now that the sun was just beginning to
rise, casting hues of pink and orange and yellow on the walls around us.
Outside, birds began chirping as a few cars drove along the mostly vacant road
My focus turned back
to the Shawn as he shuffled beside me. At first I thought he was going to wake
up, his back slightly arching causing the white sheets to pool around his back,
but he soon settled down again, a couple of light snores escaping his parted
It was crazy how he
still managed to look so good, even when he was asleep. Despite his long eight-hour
flight a few days ago, his face still seemed bright, no dark circles or
anything. He just looked so soft and innocent with his messy hair and almost
I trailed my fingers
along his arm, ghosting over every curve and dip of his muscles until I reached
his back, stopping to draw shapes along his sun kissed skin. Glancing up, his
eyes were still shut, but there was a small grin playing on his lips, giving me
a sigh as my fingers slipped over the more sensitive patches, dancing over the
angry looking red marks. I smiled to myself, remembering what happened last
Shawn suddenly shifted
again, this time moving onto his side to fully face me, only to be met with the
same blinding sun light as his eyes fluttered open.
“Hi.” He greeted
“Hi.” I repeated as I combed
my hand through his hair, brushing out some of the messier strands. His eyes
fell shut again, his head leaning into my actions.
“That feels nice.” He
purred, his voice muffled by the pillow making me giggle. Shawn’s eyes snapped
open at the sound, his grin growing bigger, “I had a dream about you last
“Was it good?” I
jumped at the feeling of his hand on my thigh, fingers tickling my bare skin as
they slid higher and higher under the hem of grey long-sleeved shirt I stole
from his suitcase before falling asleep.
“Very.” I expected him
to say more but he didn’t. Instead his head fell to my shoulder, his lips
leaving hot little kisses along the exposed skin there. I tilted my head,
giving him more room meanwhile his fingers finally found their place at the hem
of my underwear.
“Seems like it.” I
choked on my words when two of his long fingers dipped under the band. Well,
someone was eager.
“You were doing some wonderful
things with your mouth.” It sounded like he was trying to hold back his own
groans, “I feel like I should pay you back.”
Cursing under my
breath, I hooked my leg over his so his hand had more room. He quickly took
this to his advantage, finding the sensitive spot that made me shiver.
I felt his smirk
against my shoulder, “Is this okay?”
Breathless, I nodded.
My hand found his hair, guiding him up our lips could meet in a gentle kiss.
Shawn hummed contently, his fingers starting their leisurely work on me. We kissed
for as long as we could, keeping the same painfully steady pace until the
burning in our lugs became too much to handle.
Biting my lip, my
breath hitched again as he fit a particularly great spot. Shawn watched my face
with lazy eyes, figuring out what felt good for me so he could do it again and
again. The grip on his hair tightened as the pressure deep in my stomach
continued to build.
“Does this feel good,
Baby?” His smirk was back, chuckling at the spew of curses I mumbled under my
breath, the palm of his large hand rubbing against me every time his fingers
ventured deeper. This happened a few more times before the pressure finally
caved in, sending waves washing over my body. My hand caught his, stilling his actions,
every little feeling severally heightened by pleasure.
I let out a tiny
whimper when he pulled his fingers away, my legs clamping closed at the emptiness.
A dirty thought popped into my mind as Shawn went to clean his hand like he
normally did. I quickly grabbed his hand, slipping his two digits into my
mouth. His mouth fell open, and while the taste wasn’t the best, I pushed past
it, enjoying the look of pure shock on his face as I sucked off the wetness, my
eyes not once dropping from his wide ones.
“Shit, Alex.” He let
out his own curse, desire burning in his eyes as he pulled his fingers free. My
face burned hotter than the sun, knowing that was probably the dirtiest thing I’ve
done which is pretty lame. But Shawn didn’t seem to care. Grabbing my hips, he
rolled onto his back, dragging me on top of him.
“Want to recreate some
of my dream?” Shawn asked with a cheeky wink, his cockiness fading when I pushed
back against his hardness making me laugh.
Request: can i request an scenario/serie idk, about “we donnt talk anymore” , could it be with Jungkook x Taehyung and reader? pls any of them is her boyfriend and the other one her friend— you know dkasmdklsm idk just do it as you want it to be
A/N: Sorry I kind of changed it a bit by taking out the friend part because every time I tried to put that in it just made it awkward and weird. I’m bad at writing some things so yeah sorry X(
Tapping the edge of his phone against the corner of the small bar, he zoned out of the conversation he was supposed to be listening to with his friend. The unhappy look he wore was obvious as he rested his chin on his hand in boredom. He didn’t mean to be rude. That’s just how he was ever since the two of you broke up. It was a shock he hadn’t gone home yet.
The night was still young but he was already done with it. Checking the time again, he wished it was a night that he didn’t think of you finally. At some point he just watched people pass the small restaurant. Every time a couple passed he couldn’t help but tap his phone a little faster.
“Oh. Did you hear about (Y/N)?” his friend spoke, finally grasping the lost attention on Jungkook.
“Hm?” he hummed, his eyebrows arching in interest at the sound of your name. “Nope,” he shook his head.
“She’s already dating some other guy,” his friend shook his head. “At least that’s what I hear.”
The news gave Jungkook an uncomfortable feeling in his chest. It was hard to breath but he was good at hiding it on the outside. After a month of practice, mastering it wasn’t hard.
casual reminder that gravity falls brilliantly said “fuck you” to the whole “i’m the hero because i exposed how douchey your boyfriend is” cliche’
too often do tv shows and movies and the media in general portray dipper’s behavior in “boyz crazy” as appropriate and worthy of some sort of gratitude or “reward” (usually in the form of a kiss or a hug by the person they’re in love with) when really this behavior is actually kind of manipulative and shitty
dipper didn’t expose robbie’s secret for wendy’s sake—he did it for his own sake, because he wanted the couple broken up in order to increase his chances of wendy rebounding to him. he didn’t think about the fact that wendy would be heartbroken and hurt from finding out her boyfriend is a controlling fraud, and that she maybe wouldn’t want to immediately jump into someone else’s arms for comfort. yes, it’s wrong that robbie was manipulating wendy into staying with him, but dipper was being just as manipulative in trying to “rescue” her, because his motives were selfish, insensitive, and careless.
i congratulate gravity falls for trying to teach kids that dipper is no hero here, that ruining a relationship for the sole purpose of wanting someone to use you as a shoulder to cry on, while having absolutely no consideration for the person’s feelings as a result of your meddling, is still not okay.
Jooheon had such an eager puppy-dog look on his face that it
made your insides feel warm and melty, presenting you with the batch of fresh
chocolate-covered strawberries next to the bottle of champagne. You hadn’t
expected him to go to the trouble.
A/N: I’m sorry that this is short and not that good :( But for whoever reads this, can you please send me your opinion on this? Whether you love it or hate it, I want to know so I can grow as a writer. Thank you bunches, and I hope you enjoy ❤ (PS I’m sorry that the text pictures are a bit blurry, it was the best I could do)
You had told yourself you were never going to fall for him,
not in a million years. All your friends would roll their eyes whenever you
made that proclamation, and you were eighty-percent sure they had made a bet of
when you would realize your feelings - your nonexistent feelings, because you
didn’t like him, at all! In fact, there was no reason for you to like Min
Yoongi. Whenever you saw him, he would give you this stupid smug grin, and if
you had the displeasure of talking with him, he was simply rude.