made some things while i was away

Tips for animal crossing pocket camp

Hey this game is coming out this month so as someone who was impatient and got it early here’s a few tips for when you start playing!

First and foremost, SAVE YOUR LEAF TICKETS. They are incredibly precious and I made the huge mistake of spending all of mine early on. The only thing I would recommend buying with them right away is an extra crafting slot.

-Don’t waste them on crafting things that only take 3 minutes. I’m at a point where some of the crafting takes several days, trust me, you can wait a few minutes.

-don’t use them to buy honey or fish nets. They are just absolutely not worth the amount of tickets they cost. If you’re looking for a rare bug or fish you will most likely find it if you just look around for a while. I generally leave an area and come back until I find what I’m looking for.

-don’t use them on the quarry. just don’t. not worth it and you can use the quarry by requesting that friends help you.

-you are probably fine using them on calling cards or request tickets though because these things will help you complete more villager requests which help you level up and gain back tickets anyway.

-save your tickets for things like special furniture (some furniture gives you characters like KK and Tom nook) or special paint for your RV. These things cost a shitton of tickets and you will never save up enough if you spend them on other things.

Next, bells aren’t as important so you can be a lot more lax with them but you should still try to be smart with them.

-remember that you can craft stuff any time you want, but things like specific clothes and furniture from nooklings are only going to be available at certain times. You don’t want to go shopping and find a shirt you love only to find that you’re out of bells. I usually try to have at least 3000 bells on me at all times just in case.

-don’t try to repay your ok motors loans all at once, the expansions don’t really even give you that much more room so it’s better to just hang on to your bells until you have a whole lot to spend.

-if you need to, sell your extra request items as cheaply as possible in your market box. They’ll most likely sell quickly and you’ll still get more money than just instant selling them. don’t try to sell them for more than the cheapest amount or no one will buy them.

-don’t list extremely rare fish or bugs in your market box, they will not sell (way too expensive for something you don’t need often) and you can’t get them back. hold on to them or instant sell them for fast cash.

And here are some misc things…

-do not sell your crafting materials. It is not worth it to sell them and you will be mad and frustrated when you go to make an amenity and don’t have enough materials. Only sell your materials if you don’t have space for them.

-Try to keep your request items stocked up. It makes it much easier to complete requests quickly. I try to keep at least 5 of each fish, bug, etc. on me just in case.

-make as many friends as possible! add people who are hanging out at campsites or look around on tumblr for people who have posted their friend ids! unfortunately you can’t actually play with them but they can help you with the quarry and timed goals and buy stuff in your market box.

-make sure to talk to the animals at your campsite often, they “refresh” (become able to level up friendship and give you items) more often than other campers

and last but not least, very important:

-don’t try to play it like a regular video game. pocket camp is an app and is meant to be checked a few times a day. if you play it expecting to be able to play it constantly like a real video game you will probably give in and end up spending a bunch of real life money just to keep playing.

some tips for incoming college freshmen, based on the mistakes i made during my first year

✎ don’t get in the habit of skipping class for no reason. really. it might seem harmless (especially if attendance isn’t required) but it will most likely end up affecting you negatively. just go to class.

✎ try to be as organized as possible. organization can’t harm you and there are so many potential benefits to keeping your school and personal life in order.

✎ don’t be afraid to enjoy yourself. honestly, what’s the point if school is only ever miserable. there are so many ways to enjoy your experience at college, so take a break from your studies every once in a while. otherwise, you might find yourself hating school.

✎ that being said, don’t spend too much time socializing and partying. or, at least, don’t choose it over your school work altogether. you don’t want the social aspect of college to overpower the academic aspect. after all, you are most likely paying a lot of money to study there, and ignoring your studies will only harm you. find a balance.

✎ even if your classes don’t start until 2 in the afternoon, wake up at a reasonable time. it might be difficult if you’re used to sleeping in very late, but the morning is the perfect time to get some things done, and sleeping in until 10 minutes before your class does waste a lot of time. plus, you’ll probably do better in class if you didn’t just wake up.

✎ naps are good though! as long as you don’t nap during the whole day, napping is very beneficial.

✎ don’t get too involved in drama with other people. if your friend group becomes draining and exhausting because of drama, recognize that it might be better for you to take a step back.

✎ don’t get caught up in the idea of having the perfect “college experience.” do what you want to do, not what everyone else does or what you believe you’re supposed to do. there are different types of college experiences, and you don’t have to, for example, join a sorority/fraternity, go to parties, get drunk/high, etc. just because you think you’re supposed to as a college student.

✎ try to participate in class. i failed at this miserably because of my fear of talking to people lol, but it is best to be more involved in class discussions if you can. this is especially important when participation is part of your grade.

✎ if you have a roommate, don’t expect to be best friends with them. you can, but it’s not always best. in my experience, it tends to work best if you’re friendly with them, but you also have different groups of people you hang out with. this is based on preference though. 

✎ get off of campus sometimes! depending on where you live, there may be a bunch of things you can do in your town with friends. you don’t want to always feel stuck at your school. that being said, there are probably a lot of things to do on campus too. 

✎ if you have a source of income, try to be reasonable with your spending. you should definitely save some money for emergencies. and the money you do spend should be spent reasonably. this isn’t to say you should never spend money on things that you enjoy, but you definitely should have some sort of budget, or you might find yourself wasting all of your money on 2am trips to denny’s (if you’re me, that is). 

✎ sometimes you may need to be alone. don’t feel bad telling your friends ‘no’ every once in a while. you may find it easiest to work alone, or you might just wanna relax without the pressure of being with other people. that’s okay! find a place on campus where you can be away from everyone sometimes.

edit: i have made a part two of this post which you can find here

Misunderstandings

IMAGINE: Years ago (Y/N) and Steve were in a relationship, however something happened that made him cruelly break up with her. Now that the Avengers need her help, what will happen between the two of them? 

[gif is not mine. tell me what you think.] 

warnings: swearing, violence, angst. 

word count: 2 k+ 


(Y/N) fiddled with her pen as she stared at Fury and Tony sitting down opposite of her desk. She leaned back into the comfortable leather seat and smiled at them.

“Do we have an agreement?” Fury asked as he briefly looked at the contract.

Her smile became more predatory, “Fury,” she started, his last name coming off smoothly from her tongue. “You and I both know that my people look at every contract before I sign them.” 

“Get one of them here then.”

“Fury, if this is how you save the world then I really fear for the human existence,” she chastised. 

“(Y/N),” Tony waned.

She smiled, this time more friendly and happy, “Just having a laugh, Stark.” (Y/N), with her left hand pressed a button on her desk. A few moments later the door opened and walked in a well dressed man. 

“Timothy, look over this for me.”


(Y/N) looked at the Seattle skyline, enjoying the beautiful view. She paid no attention to the three men behind her, paid no attention as they debated the terms inside the contract.

“Miss (Y/L/N)? The contract is ready to sign.”

“So quickly?” She asked, not turning around.

“The terms are stated clearly, and obviously they learnt from last time.”

(Y/N) smiled as she remembered what happened the last time. Finally, she turned around and walked to them. Pen in hand, she grasped the contract and signed wherever it needed her signature.

She looked up at Tony and Fury, “Guess I’m working for the Avengers.”


Steve gawked as he watched (Y/N) strut into the conference room like she owned the place. He looked at Fury who refused to meet Steve’s gaze knowing that the super soldier was glaring at him. “What is she doing here?” He spoke loudly as she sat down.

(Y/N) smiled smugly at him, “They needed my expertise on something.”

“Like what? Killing people?” Steve tilted his head, “Or hacking into the government system illegally?” He tilted his head to the other side, his tone mocking her. 

Before (Y/N) could retort, Tony stood up, “Nope, nothing should come out of your mouth unless it’s something pleasant. Wait, no scratch that, just don’t talk to Rogers. Go to the other side of the room.” 

(Y/N) licked her lips and grinned at the two men. She pretended to zip her mouth with her finger, then flipped them off. Turning around she walked towards Nat who greeted her with a smile.

“Who’s the girl and why does Steve hate her?” Bucky asked as he and Sam watched from the other side.

“You ever heard of (Y/L/N) Enterprises?” Sam watched as Bucky nodded. “That’s her family’s company, she inherited it from her grandfather. She’s one of the most powerful people on the planet right now. In terms of money,” Sam moved his lips around. “And other things.”

“She’s a dirty criminal that’s what she is,” Steve grumbled as he narrowed his eyes at (Y/N), who was watching him intently. “She’s a stuck up criminal who plays with people’s lives for fun.” Steve turned to Bucky who was furrowing his brows. “Don’t trust her.”

“Steve and (Y/N) have a bit of history together.” Sam explained and Steve scoffed. 

Their conversation was ended as Fury called the meeting. Bucky, Sam and Steve sat directly opposite of their leader and listened intently to their new mission. Bucky, however couldn’t help but watch (Y/N). The way that she spoke when Fury asked her to, her confidence. He knew that he was looking too intently at her when she turned in her seat to face him, giving him a curious look. Bucky wanted to look away, to turn to the side, to shy away from her. But something deep inside of him urged him to look at her. It wasn’t until Sam nudged him that he looked away from her.


(Y/N) punched the bag harder, watching as the dust fall from the ceiling, she knew that one more punch and it would be hurdled across the room.

“What are you doing here?” A voice interrupted her. 

She paused in her movements, her arm in the middle of swinging. (Y/N) cocked her head to the side. Before she could turn around she was thrown against the wall, a hand enclosing her throat. She was faced with Steve, anger in his eyes. 

(Y/N) gave him a small smile. “Darling, didn’t you miss me?” The hand around her throat became tighter, “I guess that’s a no.”

“(Y/N),” Steve started. “What are you doing here?”

She gave him another smile, and with a kick to the stomach he landed on his stomach, she quickly straddled him -pinning him to the ground. “I got a contract Rogers. Your team needs me for that HYDRA mission you received.” 

“We don’t need your help,” Steve spat.

(Y/N) wrapped her hand around Steve’s shirt collar, pulled him up and slammed him down again. “Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if they didn’t need me so much.”

“You’re a fucking traitor (Y/N), just because the team is so enamored with you and can’t see you’re just here to fuck with us again, doesn’t mean I’m blind.”

She swallowed and let go of Steve’s shirt, (Y/N) quickly stood up. “If you really think that I betrayed you Rogers…”

“You were working with HYDRA!” Steve yelled. “I saw you! I followed you and I saw you go into their compound!”

“BECAUSE BUCKY WAS THERE!” She snapped. Steve looked at her, his anger now mixed confusion.

“Bucky wasn’t in that facility. Don’t lie to me.” Steve gritted out through his teeth.  

“They transferred him.” (Y/N) sighed frustratedly, she ran a hand through her hair, then exhaled loudly, “After the events of Washington, you told me that Bucky helped you. That he was the Winter Soldier.” (Y/N) paused and licked her lips. “You told me everything about Bucky, Steve. You were, you are his best friend, and he was yours. He was the reason why you couldn’t sleep at night, the reason why you still cried when I shared your bed. You were unhappy because there was a massive part of your life missing.”

“When you told me that, I knew that I could help in some way. Help you. So yeah, I used my fucking sketchy contacts and tailed Bucky and where he was kept. I fucking went there, I negotiated with those scum, pretended that I was one of them, that I was betraying the team so I could try and speak to Bucky, for you.” She stepped forward, hands now clenched by her side. “I was there for three months, I made progress with Bucky, little but it was there. He could still remember me from the previous times I snuck to see him. Remembered bits of you.” (Y/N) pushed him, Steve being too shocked again landed on the floor.

“Then you came at me that night, yelling at me. Accusing me of betraying the team, betraying you, betraying us! You humiliated me Rogers, the person that I loved and trusted humiliated me in the worse way possible.” She clicked her jaw in annoyance, “You fucking threw me from the compound. Banned me from ever seeing anyone, you sprouted lies about me!”

“How the hell was I supposed to know? I thought you were betraying us!” Steve fired back. 

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO TRUST ME!” (Y/N) bellowed, her eyes gathering tears due to frustration. “THAT’S WHY WE WORKED WELL! OUR RELATIONSHIP AND PARTNERSHIP WAS BUILT ON TRUST, STEVE!”

“I DID EVERYTHING FOR YOU! I RISKED EVERYTHING AND ALMOST LOST EVERYTHING FOR YOU! AND HOW AM I REPAID? YOU HUMILIATED ME, YOU BROKE MY HEART. YOU FORBID ME TO SEE THE PEOPLE I CLASSIFY AS MY FAMILY! YOU BROKE ME!” 

“(Y/N),” Steve whispered brokenly. Tears threatening to spill down his face.  

She inhaled and looked at him coldly, “Just don’t. This is my last mission for the Avengers indefinitely. I made sure of that.” (Y/N) began walking away, only stopping to pick up her water bottle. “After this mission Rogers, you’re going to officially be dead to me.”


Steve gripped the rails tighter as he looked out at the New York skyline. Could it be true? He knew that it was. If there was one thing (Y/N) never did while they were in a relationship was she never lied to him. But some inane part of him wanted to tell the rest of him that she was lying, in order to get the guilt feeling of his chest.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

“Rough night?”

He looked to his right and watched as Bucky walked towards the railing, a small smile on his face.

“Buck,” the other super soldier looked at Steve. “I have a question.” Bucky nodded. “(Y/N),” Steve started. “(Y/N), she said that she met up with you, at the HYDRA compound. 

Bucky nodded slowly.“When she walked into the conference room today, I couldn’t help but stop looking at her. I knew her from somewhere, every night I fall asleep and dream about this woman speaking so softly to me, I can never see her, I can never make out her face. Fuck, when she spoke Steve, it was like everything came back. Bits of information that she fed me about myself back then, about you.” Bucky shook his head, a small smile appearing on his face.

“You’re in love with her,” Steve acknowledged.

“Well she practically brought me back, how can I not be in love with her?” Bucky laughed. “I’m not in love with her Steve, but she helped me. Without her it could have taken forever for me to come back, or maybe never. 

“She spoke about me, huh?”

“She did, a lot,” Bucky groaned good-naturedly. “You could hear it you know? The love in her voice whenever she spoke about you. I’ve never heard anyone speak about anyone like that.”

“I screwed it up Buck.”

Bucky shook his head and clasped a hand on Steve’s shoulder and squeezed for a moment and returned his arm back to his side. “The love that she had for you is the kind of love that can last forever.” Bucky pulled out his wallet and pulled out two pictures. “She gave me this when I started remembering her,” he passed the first picture.

Steve looked at the image and he felt his heart clench. It was him, pre-serum and Bucky standing with ice cream cones in his hand standing somewhere in New York. “Look at the back.” Steve flipped the photo and saw (Y/N)’s familiar handwriting. On the back of the photograph it said: ‘This is one of Steve’s favourite moments with you. Look at this Bucky, remember this. Come back to Steve. Come back to your best friend.’ 

“She’s a bit pushy,” Bucky commented. “Really bossy.”

Steve laughed heavily, his throat closing up with emotion. “What’s the other photo?” 

Bucky hesitantly passed it to him, “I got this during one of her last visits. A guard came to check on me, she was almost caught. While I helped her hide, I may or may not have picked it from her pocket.” 

Steve looked at the second photo, this time a more modern one. It was him and (Y/N). Specifically him and (Y/N) on the couch, his head laying on her lap. He was looking up at her with a smile on his face, while she looked down at him with an equally great smile. Steve flipped the photo over. This time his heart hurt more than ever, he couldn’t help the tears streaming down his face, nor did he do anything to wipe them away. 

Bucky watched as Steve traced the photo and the writing over and over again. He watched as his best friend cry at what he lost. He knew the feeling, he knew what lost felt like. But then, he also knew that if someone believes enough in you, you can come back. 

“You’ll get her back.”

“Thanks, Buck.” 

“Anytime, pal.”


As Steve laid down on his bed, he carefully looked at the photo again, tracing their faces, her face. He turned off his light and cradled the photograph to his chest. As he fell asleep, his heart and mind echoed the words etched on the back of the photo. ‘My heart. My equal. My soul. My love.’

2

Bzzzzzz Bzzzzzz Bzzzzzz

Letting out an irritated groan, [Y/N] rolled over in her bed. With her eyes still closed, she pawed for her phone that was obnoxiously buzzing on her night stand. Yanking the charger out, she opened an eye to see that it was a facetime from Tom is better than Harrison👍👌🙌. Groaning again, she slid to answer.

“You better have a damn good reason why you’re facetiming me at three in the morning, Holland.” Regrettably sitting up, she tried to adjust to the brightness of her phone.

Tom gave an apologetic grin, “I miss you, does that count as a good enough reason?” 

[Y/N] tried to fight back the smile but gave in. Playfully rolling her eyes, she squinted at his surroundings. It appeared that he was at the beach and that it was sunnier than hell. She instantly became jealous. “I was going to let it be a good enough reason but now I see your ass is at the beach and I’m pissed again.” 

“Oh but love,” Tom pouted. “I can’t help if I’m shooting near the beach.” Jutting out his bottom lip, he pulled his sunglasses up on top his head. “If it helps, it’s really not that much fun.” 

“Mhm, yeah okay.” She said sarcastically.

“I’m being completely one hundred percent serious.” Tom flinched when a fan walked past and waved. It always made [Y/N] giggle when fans did that. It always caught him off guard and he’d have mini heart attacks because he’d never be aware of his surroundings when he facetimed with her. “I really do miss you.” 

Shifting into a better position, she laid on her side with her head propped on her hand. “I miss you too.” 

“Will you please come to me?” Tom asked. 

[Y/N] took a deep inhale, she hated when Tom asked her that. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, it was because she hated planes. She became extremely anxious and would nearly have a panic attack every time. “You know I can’t.” She finally said.

Tom frowned, “Please, baby.” 

“Tom…” 

“I promise it won’t be that bad. You just have to make it here and then you’ll have me on the way back. I just miss you so much.” Tom pleaded, he hated being away from her for too long. It made him go a little mental when he was apart from [Y/N]. 

“I’d be on a six hour flight, Tom.” [Y/N] whined. “And then getting used to the time zone switch.” 

“Please,” Tom dragged out. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” He wiggled his brows and laughed at her expression. 

“Is that why you want me to endure a six hour anxiety induced flight because you just want some?” She asked with a raised brow. 

Tom laughed again. “I mean it wouldn’t be a bad thing to get some if you came.” 

“Thomas Stanley Holland, if only your mother heard you right now.” She warned. 

“I’d be in a shit load of trouble.” Tom responded as he took a seat on a bench. “I’m almost certain she believes we’re still virgins.” 

“I don’t think you give your mother enough credit. We’re twenty and have stayed in multiple hotel rooms together since we were eighteen. I’m sure she knows we’re not saving ourselves for marriage.” 

“Well I am. I’m saving all of me just for you.” 

Rolling her eyes, she yawned. “Wrap it up, kid. I’m sleepy.” 

“[Y/N] [M/N] [L/N], please for the love of god, will you get on the next plane and come to me.” 

“Tom,” she whined again. “I’m seriously about to have a panic attack thinking about it. What do you think is going to happen if I do get on a plane for six hours.” 

“You’ll probably hyperventilate and scare the shit out everyone that’s sitting beside you.” Tom shrugged his shoulders at her expression, “You asked.” 

“I hate you sometimes.”

“No you don’t.” 

“I really do.” 

“Ahh, you really don’t.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“I mean I could if you were here.” 

“Thomas!” [Y/N] shrieked. 

Laughing, Tom ran a hand through his hair. “Babe, just please come. I really need you. I’m getting so unbelievably stressed out right now and you always know what to do and say to make me feel better.” 

[Y/N] groaned, she hated when Tom used that whole ‘you make my stress go away’ ruse. But, she knew at the same time that it wasn’t just a trick to get her there. She really didn’t know how she made Tom’s stress disappear but she did. “Baby.” 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” She groaned. “When I wake up later, I’ll look up the flights okay?”

Tom smiled, “Let me know which one and I’ll pay for it, okay?” 

“Absolutely not.” She countered. 

“What? Yes.” Tom snapped back, his brow raised. “I kind of peer pressured you into coming here, so let me pay for it okay?” 

“And let you pay for my hotel room too? This is how it goes, you always pay for everything.” 

“Of course not. You’re staying with me.” Tom grinned, “And I’m supposed to and before you hit me with the whole sexist shit, it’s also because I want to. You’re my Queen, baby.” 

She rolled her eyes, but smiled. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Won’t be soon enough. I love you, get some sleep.”

“I love you too and don’t worry I plan on it.” She blew him a kiss and ended the call. Setting her phone back on her nightstand, she sighed into her pillow. Reaching down to pull the collar of the hoodie she wore to her nose, she inhaled Tom’s scent. At least she’ll get to steal another hoodie of his when she visits. [Y/N] couldn’t even begin to count the number of his hoodies she had in her closet. And she was amazed that he kept buying them knowing that they would end up with her. 

Smiling as she fell asleep, she couldn’t wait to see and feel him again. 

Breaking the Rules - part 4

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:1,835

Warnings: the usual more or less

A/N: Fluff! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter :)

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by jaebummochi

You closed the bedroom door behind you, your eyes roaming the room for your bag. Once you saw it, you made a beeline for the small walk-in wardrobe near the window and squatted down. You fished down at the bottom of your bag and pulled out Bucky’s book. Skimming through the pages, you found the page where he mentioned Dot.

I met Dot in high school. We broke up six years ago.

“Okay, not helpful,” you mumbled to yourself.

Huffing out a frustrated breath, you put the book back in your bag when voices caught your attention. The window was slightly open and you could hear Bucky and Henry talking in the garden. When you heard your name, you tried to peek through the window.

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Sunny Disposition

Summary: Dean has a hard time believing that the reader is a hunter because of her sunny disposition.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,597

A/N: This is for @ilostmyshoe-79‘s Sweet Emotions Challenge. My prompt is Optimistic.


“What would you like to order, handsome?”

“Two slices of your finest pie, sweetheart. One apple and one cherry.” Dean requests with a lick of his lips, handing over his menu to the voluptuous waitress.

“Between you and me…I won’t tell if you make the pieces a little bigger than usual.”

“It will be our little secret.” She promises with a wink, before slinking away with a swivel in her hips.

“I don’t want pie.” Sam interrupts, making Dean unwillingly tear his eyes away from the waitress’s plump ass.

“It’s for Garth. The last time we worked together, he tried stealing a bite of my pie and I nearly shot him. The dork is getting his own this time.” Dean declares with a huff, his grumpiness getting worse by the second.

“I see.” Sam awkwardly shifts in his seat and it makes Dean squint his eyes suspiciously.

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Asami Sato: The Unsung, Selfless Hero

Lately I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how selfless Asami Sato is… 

She’s almost saint-like despite the sheer hell she has had to face and endure throughout her entire life. A quick glance may give someone the impression that she’s infallible, untouchable. But we know this to not be the case, because deeply rooted inside of this woman is a history full of pain and trauma.

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At the age of six, she had her mother’s life ripped away from her from an Agni Kai Triad raid.

12 years later she had to face the truth about her father. The only person she had left in her family turned against her due to his corrupt view of benders and this disgust led him to almost murdering his own daughter.

During the equalist revolution, her relationship with Mako tumbled and fell apart into shambles.

Six months later, Asami assumed the role of her father as the CEO of Future Industries, only to face bankruptcy, double-crossing and theft with her company.

With little to no hope left, she turned to Mako again, presumably out of fear and the need for some source of comfort, any source of comfort. That interaction between them ended up being very short-lived once more.

Things started looking up for her again after the events of Book 2. Her company stabilized, her friendship with Korra bloomed and the Krew was together and stronger than ever.

When all looked well, things quickly turned as the Red Lotus captured the Avatar. Asami had to witness the gruesome encounter between Korra and Zaheer after the Avatar bore the near-fatal effects of the poisonous metal. All she could do in that very moment was watch her best friend being thrown against mountains, being intentionally suffocated before she was wrapped in Tonraq’s arms, motionless.

For two whole weeks after the events of the Red Lotus, she did everything she could and took close care of the Korra in her wounded and shattered state. She was willing to do anything, even going so far as to offer her company with Korra in the Southern Water Tribe. However, that offer was declined and she was left all alone.

As time passed, the Krew began to drift apart once again. Mako was busy with his police work and Bolin eventually set off to help restore the Earth Kingdom. Asami was buried in work with rebuilding Republic City’s infrastructure around the spirit vines. As for Korra… well that was absolute radio-silence. Asami sent letter after letter to Korra, calling out to her but receiving nothing in return. During this time period, she began to fully realize her romantic feelings for her best friend, but was too afraid admit them out of fear that Korra would never come back to home - never come back to her.

Two years of radio-silence morphed into a brief period of hope when she finally received a letter from Korra. Korra had contacted only her, revealing how she was trying to get better along with her deepest insecurities about visions, the Avatar State and fears of never fully bouncing back. Despite the dark confessions, the letter must have given Asami some sliver hope as Korra was trying her best to get better and push her way through the darkness. Maybe there wasn’t anything Asami could do, but she knew Korra still had some fight left in her.

Later, Asami was informed that the Avatar would be arriving back in Republic City - back to where the action and her friends would be. The feelings that Asami would have been experiencing - the disbelief, the happiness, the nervousness - she would finally get to see her best friend face-to-face again after more than two long years.

Except, not all went according to plan. Her and her friends were informed that Korra left the Water Tribe around six months back with the intent of voyaging to Republic City. Korra was gone, absent from the world and no one, not even Asami, had clue as to where she would be.

During this long time-period, her father began attempting to contact her again via letters. Asami felt angry and conflicted - this man was her father after all, but the actions he committed against her were beyond hurtful. Maybe she couldn’t forgive immediately, if ever, but she could try. He was one of her last hopes as her best friends were off doing their own things and Korra was missing.

Her reunion with her best friend was delayed, but eventually happened. Korra looked happier and healthier- something that Asami hadn’t seen for three full years. Not only did she reunite with her closest friend, she was also able see Mako and Bolin again. Her family was back together and they were ready to take on Kuvira and her army.

During the preparations for the final battle, her and Hiroshi were able to make some amends through their creation of the hummingbird mecha suits. They were able to bond once again over this activity of creating and designing - something they probably did numerous times before the Hiroshi’s hatred took him away from her. They were able to tell each other that they loved each other for the first time in a long while…

And it would be for the last time as she watched her father crushed before her own eyes as she slowly drifted back to the torn grounds of Republic City in her parachute. 

* * * * *

Asami had every reason to hate the world after what it had put her through. Trauma after trauma, she was pushed into a deep hole of sadness and pain. She could have easily fell on a path similar to that of her father, seeking revenge out of blinding anger and rage.

To think, at only the young age of 22, she was subjected to more trauma and horror than any person should ever have to face. This… it can hit a little close to home, especially for someone like me who is around own Asami’s age.

What is also nearly unfathomable is that we seldom hear Asami complain about these experiences in her life. She keeps getting punched down but always gets right back up without a word. She may appear fine out the outside, but that internal emotional pain on the inside must be unbearable.

Despite this pain, she always puts people before herself, tending to others before tending to herself. She provides her resources (airships, satomobiles, her own mansion for friends and their family members) as well as her own skills and pure kindness. She is willing to go to some extremes to help make someone feel people feel (as we were able to see with her offer to go to the Water Tribe with Korra) or to help restore balance to the world with Korra and the others.

Asami could ask for anything in the world, she could buy herself whatever she needs or wants and I’m sure she would have people lining up outside the door to get the chance to be with her. She could gloat about her extreme intelligence, her role with the Krew or her position as an engineer and CEO of Future Industries. But she never does any of this - she never asks for recognition, favors or… anything. 

She gives and she gives but never expects anything in return. Life has taken so much away from her and instead of using this pain as a reason for revenge and hate, she uses it as a means to help others - so that they don’t have experience what she already has.

And if there is one thing we know about Asami Sato, it’s that while important people keep leaving her, she will never leave them.

Po Ping Appreciation Post

I was in a need of making the post about one of my favorite characters of all time - Po Ping from Kung Fu Panda. We all know that he is an overweight who became our favorite badass, the Dragon Warrior. But I wanted to focus more on the things that are overlooked - or at least I feel like they are.

WARNING - this post will contain some MAJOR KFP3 spoilers!

Ok, so let’s get this party started. Po Ping…

-is an artistic soul

-made his action figures all by himself (including carving in wood and painting) the very day he fell in love with kung fu

-has a photographic memory! He saw the Furious Five only once from far away and carved their portraits in wood very accurately

-was able to learn the Wuxi Finger Hold all by himself just from pure observation and while being under the massive distress

-learns fast. Really fast, mostly from his own mistakes. He improved his fighting skills in such a short time

-cares about his art so much and is very proud of it

-is very creative! It usually shows during the fight on numerous occasions (he “drew” the giant dragon with his own chi, for example)

-probably likes to sing when he thinks no one is around (judging from the scene from the holiday special), he’s pretty good at singing

-cooks well

-has/had PTSD

-hated himself for about 20 years of his life

-is craving compliments and affection… or any kind of validation, really

-throws himself into the most dangerous situations without second thinking

-is even ready to sacrifice his own life for a bigger cause if he thinks it’s necessary

-literally jumps into committing a suicide to save his loved ones. And yes, he was pretty sure he would stay dead i will never cope with this

-is probably asexual… heck, he is very likely asexual! I mean…

So in conclusion, Po Ping is an overweight, a fanboy and a badass but he is also…

-an artist with many talents

-a victim of mental illness

-an individual who for the course of all three movies weren’t given a love interest and yet he isn’t illustrated as broken or cold - he is represented as a loving person, as someone who is capable of love, who’s able to show his affection to others

Thank you DreamWorks, for this amazing, fleshed out character.

This has been Po Appreciation Post.

anonymous asked:

ok but now that we know (thank u based barlee) that the vlogs happened between s2 and s3 and they only changed the script a bit so they made more sense (including keiths line that he pilots the black lion etc) that means: 1) no shiro vlog bc he was missing and 2) the script for the vlogs was written to portray keith having an emotional breakdown about his abandonment issues while his most important person was missing. mmmmcoolio. kill me

You know, that last bit actual lends itself to what I’ve theorized before. That Keith’s vlog very deliberately excluded any mention of Shiro. Because all his issues–feeling like he couldn’t fit in, pushing others away, sense of rejection, misgivings about his galran nature, ect–none of those were perpetuated by Shiro. And in fact, if he had just lost Shiro, then it makes a lot of sense why he would especially be ruminating on all of this. 

And, you know, it would also explain why he’s so very upset the whole time. This is before Shiro came back, and you can see glimpses of his grief really phasing through. Keith having a sudden outburst because he feels hurt, but then immediately regretting it–“I am…sorry. I am so sorry I, I guess—I have a bit of a temper, so…I don’t know why I’m that way.”

 Sounds familiar, right?

So yeah, Keith is still grieving at this point, so I think the very different tone of his vlog compared to the lightheartedness of all the other paladins makes a lot of sense. As does the sense that him taking the opportunity to vent seems to have been prompted by some recent trauma. If Shiro didn’t disappear, maybe he wouldn’t have so openly reanalyzed why he fears abandonment and pushes others away so much. But there it is, a reopened wound. Also, ey, does the mean the song at the end was a slight sheith thing maybe?? I can dream 

I think it’s still possible that while the other paladins’ were made before seasons 2 and 3, that they made one for Shiro afterwards maybe? I think they’d do at least something for him to balance out the fact that everyone else got a vlog, but he didn’t. Something they saved as like a grand reveal up until the last minute like they did with the coalition posters. At least, that’s my hope ;;

Because I really really really love Nicky Hemmick with all my heart

Nicky wants to see effort and gets more than what he expected

  • Nicky feels alone again
  • He’s moved back to Germany and thought he would finally be happy since he’s back home with Erik
  • But the twins are still in the States and don’t bother to contact him first 
  • It’s always Nicky calling, texting, and requesting Skype calls
  • Erik has subtly stated a few times that Nicky shouldn’t waste his time and love on family who don’t feel the same
  • but Nicky thinks about the time Andrew nearly killed four people for laying a hand on him. And all the times Aaron came to him for help with learning German and trying to approach Katelyn
  • But he thinks about all the times he tried talking to Andrew and Aaron and them never actually acknowledging what he says, thinks, and feels
  • He doesn’t want to force them to keep a relationship with him. He wants them to actually want him in their life
  • So Nicky comes up with an idea
  • (a potentially bad one)
  • He decided he will stop call and texting his cousins for a week to see if they would actually put the effort in their relationship
  • Once he tells Erik he sees the light in his eyes dim
  • Erik knows the boys won’t try reaching out and he doesn’t want the love of his life to be hurt even worse by his family
  • But he gives his best supportive smile and says he wishes him the best
  • Nicky officially begins Sunday morning

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Inseperable - Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Welcome to Ficmas 2017!
Ficmas day 1/12.
(P.s. This was puropsely written with the potential to become a series, so if anyone wants that, please let me know!)
Summary: Tom Holland has been your best friend since childhood, now that you spend to much time apart, you have made a shock discovery.

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd


Every time one of your parents had said “Oh you and Tom would make such a cute couple” you had instantly shut them down. Never in a million years did you thank that a) your parents would see something like this coming before you did, or b) you would ever find yourself in love with your best friend.

You and Tom had been best friends for as long as you could remember. You had grown up just down the road together, gone to school together, played together for as many hours a day as your parents would allow. Never mind the number sleepovers the two of you had, many of which usually contained a wrestling match, when Tom’s brothers were old enough, they would join in too making it a tag team. You and Tom versus the world, the way it was always meant to be. Of course those stopped when you got to a certain age, but the amount time you spent together only increased. The two of you studied together, you even attended school dances together. You were, for lack of a better word, inseparable.

Despite him having suddenly been thrown into the spotlight, the two of you remained close. You would always hang out when he returned home from filming, you even still spent time with his family when he was away! They loved you like a daughter and your parents love him like a son.

While Tom was away in Atlanta filming Spider-Man: Homecoming, you were sitting in a lovely little café, hidden right in the corner of London (unless you knew it was there of course) that the two of you often frequented when the penny suddenly dropped and you realised you were in love with him. It hit you out of nowhere. “Oh my God” you whispered to yourself, standing up quickly and running out of the café, apologising as you bumped into almost everyone on your way to the door. Tom was coming home in two days and you and your parents had been invited over for a meal.

You spent the next few days trying to push your feelings aside. “He’s my best friend” you kept telling yourself, but it was no use. Those feelings were not going anywhere. “Maybe I’m going crazy,” you thought, “maybe it’s not love. Maybe I just… miss him… a lot… shit.” It was no use; you couldn’t deny it any more. Everything you said to yourself just reinforced the idea that it was love.

Early that evening, you and your parents headed over to the Holland household to prepare the dinner. Tom was due home at six which gave you plenty of time to stress over whether or not you were going to tell him how you felt.

Usually, when his flight landed, Tom would send you a text to let you know he was home. This time was no different. You received the customary “I’m home, let’s hang out soon” text, clearly he didn’t know that you were eating with his family tonight, so you decided to keep it as a surprise.
“Thank God, it’s been so quiet without you!” was the response you gave, as you began to prepare the vegetables. “Tom just texted, his plane has landed” you told his mum as she began to carve up the meat.
“Great, that gives us about an hour and a half, everything is timed perfectly!” she announced gleefully.   She was right, everything was right on track to be ready to go on the table when Tom walked through the door.

The hour arrived and you still hadn’t decided if you were going to tell him or not. He opened the door and dropped his bags with a heavy sigh. Travelling has really taken it out of him.
“I’m home!” he sang to the empty hallway. His voice rang through the house; Tessa was the first to greet him. She bounded over joyously and began to jump up his leg. “Hey there Tess,” he said in the cutest voice possible, “how’s my favourite girl!” He was then greeted one at a time by his parents, hugging them as they welcomed him home. “Something smells delicious!” he exclaimed, as he looked up, he saw you standing there in the kitchen doorway. His eyes lit up, “you didn’t tell me you were going to be here!” he smiled.
“Surprise!” you grinned, unfolding your arms from across your chest as Tom made his way towards you. He scooped you up playfully into a hug, the way he always does. You always pretend to hate it, but this time you let him pick you up without complaining.

“Tom, it’s good to see you again son.” Your dad said, indicating that he thought Tom’s arms had been around you long enough.
“It’s good to see you again too, Sir.” Tom replied, putting you down and walking over to your dad, arm outstretched, ready to shake his hand.
“Welcome home love” said your mum, kissing his cheek and pulling him into a hug. Your parents had always liked Tom, honestly with every boyfriend you had ever had, your dad would always make the same comment, something along the lines of “why can’t he be more like Tom? Tom is such a nice boy.” He is the only boy your dad would ever allow up to your bedroom.

“Right, dinner is ready!” Tom’s mum called, breaking the silence and indicating that everyone should be making their way to the dinner table. Everyone began to take their seats.
“Let me help bring everything in” you said to Tom’s mum.
“Thanks darling,” she responded, “you’re a star.”
You grabbed a couple of dishes, filed to the brim with piping hot veg. Taking them to the table only to find that the two empty seat choices you had been left with, were either side of Tom, one between him and your dad, one between him and his dad. “This is like some kind of cruel joke” you thought, placing down the dishes and taking the seat between Tom and your dad.

After a lovely meal, filled with laughter and Tom’s stories about various things that had happened while he was away, you offered to help with the pots.
“No you’ve done enough dear, go and catch up with Tom” smiled his mum as she ushered you away. You nodded and made your way to the back door. You headed out and sat down on the patio steps. It didn’t take long for Tom to also make his way out.
“Mind if I join you?” he asked.
“Be my guest” you responded, gesturing to the space on your left hand side.
Tom sat down and let out a huge puff as he did so.
“It’s beautiful out here at this time of year.” He said, breaking the comfortable silence. The two of you often sat in silence, it tended to be when you were most at peace, you were so comfortable around each other that it was never awkward or uncomfortable.
“Yeah,” you agreed, “it really is.”
“So,” Tom started, you turned to face him, “there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Oh no,” you thought, “he sounds serious. Does he know? Did he somehow find out?” You stared at him blankly for a moment before speaking. “Of course, what’s on your mind?”
He took a deep breath and sighed heavily. “So while I was away, I’d been thinking…” he paused.
You raised an eyebrow and moved your head slightly, motioning for him to continue.
“I’d been thinking… about you.” He paused again, his eyes searching your face, looking for a reaction. 
You were practically holding your breath. “What do you mean?” you prodded.
“Well,” he started, “you know what forget it. It’s silly anyway.” He turned away from you and continued looking towards the horizon. 
“No, tell me,” you said sweetly, moving closer to him and closing the slight gap between the two of you, “please?”
Tom noticed you move and couldn’t help but smile. “Fine” he whispered. “You’re my best friend, you know that right?”
“Of course I do” you responded, placing your right hand on the upper half of his left arm. “Is this too much? This was a mistake.” You thought, quickly removing your hand and placing them both in your lap.
Tom reached across you and took your right hand in his left. Looking into your eyes, he said “I don’t want to spend another second of my life knowing that you aren’t mine. Spending all of this time away from you has only made me realise how much I want you in my life, as more than just a friend.” 
You were taken aback, this wasn’t how you thought today was going to go. “I’ve been thinking the same thing.” You whispered.

Tom smiled and placed his free arm around your waist, his other hand still tightly holding on to yours. Biting your lip, you let out a small laugh and placed your head on his shoulder.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Our parents have been saying this would happen for as long as I can remember, I just never thought they would be right.”


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Brother Jungkook tells Taehyung to take you on a date, GONE WRONG. PT.3

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Jungkook’s p.o.v

It’s been so long since I’ve spoken to Y/N. I messaged her a lot for the first month after we had ‘fought’ but she’d straight up ignore me. To the point where she wouldn’t even bother opening my messages anymore. After that first month, I just stopped. I didn’t call, I didn’t message - I knew I should give her the space she needed, and so I did. 

Our mum eventually found out what had happened between the two of us because I’d constantly ask and check up on Y/N through her. Let me just say, she was not the slightest bit impressed that I put my younger sister through that kind of thing, she even told me to stay away from Y/N for a while so that she could have some time to herself and recuperate. 

Until today, finally messaging her again - I still asked mum if she was doing alright every single day, and each day the response got better. I heard she was happier now, I loved hearing that she was but it also made me wonder whether or not it was because I wasn’t around or because she wasn’t around her ‘fake’ friends anymore. The fake friends being my members. The members were guilty when they all found out what had happened. They read all the messages and all tried speaking to Y/N but she wouldn’t respond. Not once.

I was walking to YN and I’s favourite vender, and Taehyungie hyung decided he should come along so that he could apologise to her officially. That makes two of us to be honest. I haven’t even seen her to be able to apologise to her. 

We got there and took a seat waiting, until I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. 


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Helping Hand P4

Summary: Who knew that being saved by spiderman would start a blossoming friendship… or maybe something more?

A/N: Ya’ll gONNA NEED A SHIT LOAD OF HOLY WATERRR

inspired by this song. <— Give it a listen as you read!

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 6k+ (I got way too carried away)

Warning(s)?: NSFW, SMUTYY SMUTTT!!! Swearing, Oral (male on female) 

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Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

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Helping Hand

The rest of the school day went by without a hitch. After the bell went signalling Gym class was over you scurried out of there so fast before could have time to catch up to you. You went to your locker, grabbing and putting away textbooks before setting off to your next period. 

“Y/N!” Oh god not now. You halted your movements and slowly began to turn around. 

“What do you want flash?” You said, saying his name with distaste. He strolled up by your side and smirked.

“Well it’s nice to see you to Pudding” Ahh! You hated that nickname, like seriously, pudding? 

“I’ve got a class to get to-” You begin to say while moving before he blocked your path. You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Why in such a rush? Don’t you want to spend some time with me?” He asks cockily. No, actually, I’d rather watch paint dry. 

“I thought I’ve made that clear months ago but yes, I don’t” You state with a sigh, moving around him. 

“You know this whole playing hard to get thing only makes me want you more!” He calls out to you. You continued walking away, just giving him the bird as you rounded the corner. Gah It was annoying when the boy just couldn’t take a hint. I knew his true intentions, he was a player, as soon as he got into my pants he will be gone. Like he was never even there. 

Of course you being you weren’t watching where you were going as you crashed into another body. You slowly sunk to your knees to collect your belongings that managed to leaves your arms during the collision. 

“Im so sorry! I didn’t see you there-” The boy stopped rambling as you looked up at him. Funnily enough this was the guy in gym class, the one who seemed to be friends with.. Peter.

“No it’s okay, I should have paid attention to where I was going” You say with a small smile. He returns it.

“Oh yeah, names Ned by the way” He stated happily, sticking his hand out for you to shake. You were kind of amused at just how happy this boy looked but decided not to laugh thinking it may offend him. You gently took his hand in your and shook. 

“Y/N” You state with a smile. 

“Y-y-eah I know who you are-” He clears his throat and momentarily looks to the ground. 

“I mean… your friends with Liz right?” He asked flustered. You couldn’t help but to laugh slightly at his state. 

“Yeah I am” you respond. You begin to walk around him before you hear him speak up. 

“Y/N?” he called out. You spun around and smile. 

“Yes?” You asked. 

“Umm…” He says almost nervously, scratching the back of his head. You just stood there, holding your books close to your chest with a questioning glance.

“C-c-ould you maybe help me with my biology homework?” He asked. Umm… okay. 

“I mean your tutor right?” He asked. I slowly nod my head, wondering how he knew that. The only people who knew that where the ones you were tutoring and a few teachers who would assign you to tutor someone, they gave you extra credit in return of course.

“Yeah.. how did you know that?” You asked curiously. He glanced down to the ground for a second before looking back up at you. 

“I’m kind of.. f-failling..” He speaks out. For some reason you could feel like he was lying to you but you didn’t say anything. 

“Umm.. okay.. well I’m free this afternoon, last period?” I asked up, I always had last period free cause they were often my tutoring lessons. 

“Yeah that’d be great!” He says almost too happily. You resist the urge to give him a funny look and smile.

“Meet me in the fiction section in the library okay?” You ask. He nods his head in response happily and almost skips away. You shake your head letting out a small laugh before continuing off to class, groaning cause you knew you were going to be late.

#Peter’s pov

I kept my back pressed against the wall, listening in to the conversation. I waited patiently until I saw Ned round the corner with a smile on his face.

“What did I say? Man in the chair..” He begins with a laugh. I shake my head and sigh. 

“I could hear your heartbeat from here” I state. He looks up at me wide eyed before lightly smacking my arm. 

“Your not supposed to do that! It’s creepy and so not cool” He says walking past me. I let out a chuckle before following him. 

“Do you know how hard it is to lie to a hot girl?” he asks out. Trust me Ned… I know. 

#Y/N’s pov

It was end of the day (for you) thank god. You made your way to the cafeteria to get some food before making your way over towards the library. You greeted the librarian before heading over towards the fiction section, pulling out a chair at one of the deserted tables and began to eat quietly. You popped your books and accessories onto the table and opened up your biology book from Sophomore year, beginning to read over your notes as you ate. 

You always loved to tutor in the library because it was the quietest spot and more often than not.. teenager free. You began to hang out in the library during your freshman year, borrowing books upon books that eventually you had a pile so big you couldn’t carry them. That’s when you began talking with the librarian, offering for you to come in during your free time to read and study or whatever. You immediately agreed, almost coming in up to three times a day. 

When you were free you would also pop in and if you were bored to see if there was anything to do. You would help yourself to the books on the returned pile and would begin to put them back on the shelves in their respective places. 

You heard the door open and close and finished your bite of food. You began to pack up your food and put it away, moving the books closer to you so you could get started. 

“Hey Ned.. I only have half an hour today but I was thinking we can still get some work done and organise another time lat-” You spoke, cutting yourself off as you raised your head. 

“Ter” You finished, gulping. Your eyes widen as you took in Peter in front of you. He wasn’t Ned.. 

“Where’s Ned?” You ask, managing to keep your nerves out of your voice. 

“H-h-e went home” He stutters out, walking around to sit in the chair opposite you. You advert your gaze and began to pack up your books. 

“Well them I’m going to head-” You began to say before being cut off. 

“Wait”. You really didn’t want to. There was such urgency in his tone that it almost made you decide to stat and wait but you didn’t. You packed up the rest of your things and stood up. 

“Look Peter your a genius, you obviously don’t need my tutoring” You said, not meaning for it to come out rude even though it kinda did. You ignored it and grabbed your things in your arms holding them against your chest. You turned around and began to walk away. 

“Wait, Y/N please” he almost begs. You stop in your spot as you see the librarian glance towards you guys with a curious glance. You turn back around with furrowed eyebrows. Then it clicked.

“I was never going to tutor Ned was I?” You ask out almost hurt. He drops his head shamefully and shakes his head. He sighs. 

“Great. It’s one thing to make a fool out of me once but twice?” You ask, feeling hurt. You weren’t too sure why you were feeling hurt but you were.

“I’m sorry, look I’ve been trying to talk to you but you’ve been dodging me” He says. 

“Yeah and for good reason” You reply. He doesn’t disagree. You knew this whole thing wasn’t his fault, in fact it was yours but you were too hurt. You turned around and began to walk away.

“Look can we please just talk?” he asks, raising his voice slightly. This earned both of you a death glare from the librarian. You turned around, this time feeling anger pool up. 

“I don’t want to talk Peter!” You whisper harshly taking him back. His eyes widen in surprise.

“Fool me once shame on you but fool me twice… ” You trailed off. 

“Shame on me” You finished before turning around and began towards the exit. This time you didn’t hear any objections from the boy you like so you left, the sound of the door closing signalling that you had indeed left.

~Early evening

You couldn’t stop your hands from shaking while you were trying to complete you math homework. It annoyed you to no end. You groaned and smacked your head against the table resulting for a headache to form. You reach your hand up to your forehead and sighed, leaving you chair and your room to get some ice from downstairs. You walked over to the freezer and grabbed a pack of peas out seeing you couldn’t find any ice. You turned around and sighed when you saw your dad busying around the house, grabbing his coat.

“Where are you going?” You asked softly, your headache now pounding. He stops and looks up to you. 

“Just work buisness honey, nothing to worry about” Though his tone suggested otherwise. You turned your head into the living room to see flickering lights from the television. You walked over and stood in front of the tv before your father had a chance to turn it off. 

You gasped. 

“D-d-ad what is that?” you asked out in a shaky voice. You pointed to the screen slightly scared at what you were seeing. In fact if your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you, you think you saw a… Dinosaur? In New York City?

You turned to face your dad just as he turned the tv off.

“Your not seriously going out there are you?” I ask worriedly. 

“It’s my job sweets” He says as he pulls his coat and and leaves a soft kiss on my forehead. You try not to wince. He turned around and began to walk towards the front door. 

“You mother is working overtime tonight at the hospital so don’t leave the house okay? not till I get back” He says as he opens the front door. You rush over to him, giving him a quick hug. 

“Be safe.. Please” You whispered as you gave him one last squeeze. He squeezed you back and sighed.

“Of course I always am.. Love you” he says sweetly before closing the door after him. 

“Love you too” you murmur knowing he wouldn’t be able to hear you. You raced back over into  the lounge room and turned the tv back on. It was a live cast of what was going down on the bridge. You sat the remote down and raced up into your room to grab your laptop and phone (which your parents replaced after you said you lost your other one). They were angry and decided to ground you and give you a month of chores before they replace the old one with a new one. 

Grabbing the laptop and phone firmly in your arms you ran back down stairs and went into the living room. You put your phone down on the table and sat on the lounge, quickly opening up your laptop. You glanced over your shoulder to see your dads laptop still open but the screen blank. Good. Typing in your password you began to sift through your files until you found one about your dad, well, more specifically how to hack into his laptop through your own. You taught yourself how to do this when you were 12, you were bored one day and was really curious as to why he never let you on his laptop so you decided to play around a bit, hacking into his software. Surprisingly it wasn’t that hard seeing the government only had one back up security check which with one click of the button could be wiped if necessary. You didn’t of course, just disabled it long enough for you to get in and get out without being caught. 

Your phone vibrated from the table. You put the laptop beside you before reaching for your phone seeing a message pop up. 

~Party tonight at mine, wanna come? xo -Liz

You quickly replied with a ‘busy’ text before putting your phone back down, reaching for you laptop to listen into the police call guide. 

“Suspect heading north towards Brooklyn, all units proceed with caution I repeat, proceed with caution” You heard one of the offices speak through the line. 

The line went quite for a few minutes.

“Hold your fire!” You could hear your dads voice speak into the line. You anxiously raised a hand to your mouth, biting your nails. 

“What was that?” You heard of the policeman say. 

“Sir he seems to be tied down with some sort of.. webbing?” Oh god… Peter. You quickly scramble for your phone and unlocked it, clicking on the contact icon. 

“If you see him swinging… don’t hold your fire” At this sentence your stomach dropped. They were going to shoot him?! You dropped your phone and went back onto your laptop and quickly set up a microphone headset to also join the conversation.

“Don’t shoot” Was all you spoke calmly. You could hear a few muffled responses, wondering who was that before your father spoke. 

“Y/N? Get off the line!” He says angrily. 

“Please dad.. don’t shoot him” You spoke, this time shakily. You reached for your phone again and pulled up Peter’s contact which was named 'Bug Boy’ and began to type. 

~Leave the scene, he’s tied down. If you get caught they have the authority to shoot you -Y/N

Was all you type before nervously putting the phone down, waiting for a response. That was if he hasn’t been shot at already. Oh god.. what if he’s injured badly and can’t even walk? 

“Sir he’s headed east bound! It’s your call Chief” One of the policeman spoke through the line. You bit your nails, wanting to speak up but not knowing what exactly to say. You were shaking with worry and fear.

“..Open Fire” and that was all you heard before you could hear the sounds of guns firing in the background. You slammed your laptop shut and reached for your phone, hoping off the couch and rush into your bedroom. You pulled up Peter’s contact again and rang. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s escaped a gun showdown but you still worried. You never understood how dangerous what he does really was until situations like these. 

“Pick up Parker.. pick up” you spoke anxiously as you waited for a response. Nothing. You hung up and dialed again, letting it ring completely through. 

Bang!

You spun around once you heard a crashing sound against your window. You walked over slowly and slit the window open, sticking your head out slightly to see below. Weird… There was nothing there. 

“Psst” You heard from above you and glanced up. Your eyes widen in shock when you see spidey on the wall above you, his back pressed against it and his mask half up his face. You quickly move away from the window letting him get inside. Once he was fully inside he closed the window carefully behind him, trying not to make a sound. You could feel tears begin to pool in your eyes from all the worrying and threw your arms around him as soon as he turned back around. You caught him off guard and he stumbled back a bit, his arms out to the side.

He was safe. 

“I’m okay Y/N” he says softly, slowly wrapping his arms around you too. You let a tear slip from onto your cheek before lowering your head into the crook of his neck. 

“They could of killed you” You spoke, your voice slightly being muffled through his suit. 

“I know” He spoke with a soft sigh. 

“You could have died” You spoke again. 

“.. I know” he responded. 

“Your a fucking idiot” You said seriously, with your face still buried in the side of his neck. He stiffened slightly feeling your warm breath against his neck. 

“I know” you didn’t want to laugh but you did. You lightly laughed before beginning to pull away. 

“I watched my dad leave in a hurry, putting on his coat and his gun holster” You begin, your arms still wrapped around his neck, your face only centimeters from his neck.

“What was it?” You asked nervously, finding the courage to finally look up at his face. He let out a breath before frowning. 

“A lizard” He replied honestly. A lizard? Lizards don’t grow to be that big. Seeing the confusion across your face he began to explain. 

“There was the corrupt scientist back at Oscorp, I use to visit once a week to help him with these trials, they were trails for limb difference, specifically how to naturally grow back a limb” Grow back a Limb? 

“He started experimenting on mice first then he found the right code, once he figured out the perfect DNA sequence he injected himself with the formula, not knowing of the side effects it would have” He spoke quietly. 

“And… what were the side effects?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

“He transformed himself into a giant lizard” You felt like you were about to faint. This was stuff out of horror movies, this stuff just didn’t happen in the real world. You froze up, just imagining the huge lizard like monster stomping down New York City, the amount of damage it would have caused. The chaos. 

“Y/N… Y/N-” You heard Peter call out before your whole world went black. 

~…

You opened your eyes slowly, rolling over to realise you were in fact already in bed. How did you get here? You don’t remember going to bed. 

You slowly sat up, now feeling your forehead to realise your headache was now gone. Strange. You heard a few muffled grunts coming from your bathroom. You glanced over to see the door as closed. You quietly stepped out of your bed, slowly making your way over to the door. You slowly began to twist the door knob, wondering who the hell would be in your bathroom. You slowly opened the door ajar before flinging it open the rest of the way. 

“P-peter?” you ask. Standing in front of your bathroom sink, shirtless was Peter.. with scratch marks and dried up blood. You watched silently as he gently applied the alcohol to his cuts, him wincing once it came into contact with his skin. 

“Pass it here” You spoke, walking over towards him. You grabbed the cotton fabric from his hand and began to take over, him wincing again every once in a while. 

“Y-y-ou passed out earlier” He spoke up. 

“Yeah I know, it didn’t click as to what happened till I saw you, at first I thought someone had broken in” You spoke half heartedly letting out a soft chuckle as did he. Finishing with the first cut, you wrapped it up before moving on to the next one. Luckily this time he didn’t look to bad, in fact he was already healing up. 

“I forgot that you can heal” You say amazed and chuckle. Once you finished with the last cut you packed up your first aid kit, shoving it back into the cupboard. You grabbed the medical tape and began to tape the gauze a bit, making sure it would stick. You slowly brought your fingers and lightly grazed his skin, feeling him tense underneath you. 

“Sorry” you mutter out, assuming he was still sore from the injuries. But little did you know that wasn’t why he winced. In fact he couldn’t really feel the pain, it had simmered down to a dull ache. It wasn’t until your hand grazed his lower stomach, taping the last gauze shut before he knew why he was tensing up.

He was getting turned on. 

He shook his head getting rid of the cloudy thoughts and began to think about puppies. Anything to get his mind off of Y/N and her hands…. her hands which were still on his torso, double checking the patches to make sure they stuck. He kinda wish she did it harshly and not gently, she was unknowingly making it worse for him. He didn’t say anything, what could he say? 'Can you please stop patching me up cause your starting to give me a boner’. 

Y/N was too concentrated on his wounds to feel the tension in the air rise. He could swear his cheeks were warming up and the room began to grew at least 10 degrees warmer. Unfortunately his mind didn’t stick to helpless puppies but instead drifted back to earlier in the day, gym class. 

Fuck. 

Just remembering the image of you squirming in your seat, clenching your thighs together could make him let go then and there. 

And god your smell..

It was so intoxicating he had to use all of his self control to make sure he didn’t take you then and there. He never behaved like this yet when he is around you.. it’s like all rational thoughts escape him.

Finishing up with the gauze, you grabbed a cloth and cleaned off the bits of blood he has missed. You notice how you could spot a few purple/blue bruises that were covering shoulder. He must have had a fall or something you assumed. Without realising you cleaned off the blood, leaned your head forwards and lightly pecked the exposed skin. Unknowingly sending fire to run through Peter’s body. He softly leaned his head back and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of your lips on his body. He inhaled sharply, feeling your lips move over to the other bruise, softly kissing the area. He wanted to so badly run his fingers through you hair and pull you up, wanting to devour you like his life depended on it. 

You leaned forwards once more and left a soft kiss on the bruise in the crook of his neck. Unknowingly finding his weak spot. He lulled his head back further and moaned.

He moaned.

You immediately froze, only realizing what it was you were doing. You quickly retracted your lips from his skin and leaned back, grabbing the cloth and rinsing it under the cold water. Your hands immediately began to get clammy and you grew nervous. You were still close to him as you watched the cloth in the sink. 

But deep down you could feel knots beginning to form. You still couldn’t get over the fact that he moaned… he moaned at just you treating his wounds. You let a small smirk come across your face before quickly wiping it away.

You mustered up the courage to meet his gaze. You could feel the air growing tense around you. Blinking a few times, you looked him in the eye. 

His eyes have considerably darkened, almost to the point where his brown orbs were now almost black. That was weird, normally that only happens when. 

You froze once you felt something poking your thigh. You were confused at first before you started putting the pieces together. 

He was turned on. 

You bit your lips softly, feeling the room grow even warmer. 

“W-w-e should probably talk” You stutter out nervously, stepping away from him beginning to pretend nothing had happened. 

“Y-y-yeah” he stuttered, not so discretely trying to move his boner so it was less noticeable. But unfortunately that only caused your glance to flicker to his movements. You quickly looked away and closed your eyes.

“Are you… turned on?” You asked almost shocked. You couldn’t believe you were actually standing in the bathroom with a half naked Peter who was trying to hide his hard on. You were so glad you weren’t a boy, that way he wouldn’t be able to tell that were you also slightly turned on too. Wait…

“Aren’t you?” he responded back. You lowered your head. He took a step closer to you and kept coming closer till he was right in front of you. You weren’t sure where this sudden bravery from Peter was coming from but to say it wasn’t appealing would be a total lie. 

“I forgot that.. you can smell… things” You said, too embarrassed to say the actual word. 

“Like this morning..” You trailed off, not really wanting to continue but knowing it was going to come up sooner or later. 

“I’m s-s-orry” You stuttered out.

“Don’t be” he said, almost sounding a little hurt. You felt his hand cup your cheek, lifting your head slightly so he could look you in the eyes.

“I’m scared…” You trailed off, feeling vulnerable all over again. How did he do it? With one look or simple touch… he manage to make you weak at the knees. It angered you yet satisfied you at the same time, you weren’t sure to be mad and slap him across the face or to pull him closer. 

“Scared of what?” he asks softly, stepping closer while you began to take steps back. Soon enough you felt the wall pres into your back, signalling you couldn’t move any further. He took one step closer, your chest only centimeters apart. 

“H-how-” You breathing hitched. You followed with your eyes as he swallowed harshly, his granny’s apple moving in his neck. 

You closed your eyes and sighed, regretting the words that were about to come out of your mouth.

“How much I want you’' 

You didn’t hear a response. You felt your breathing quicken, your heart hammering inside your chest feeling like it was about to explode from anticipation. Why wasn’t he saying anything? You knew he was still there cause you could still feel his hand cupping your cheek, the other against the wall trapping you in between him and the wall. 

Fuck.. don’t do that’’ he says, his voice coming raspy. Without realising you had pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. His voice sent shivers through your spine, admittedly making your panties wetter. 

Do what?” you asked innocently, replaying on the events that happened not 24 hours ago. He grabbed your hips and roughly pushed you into the wall, his body now flushed against yours. You gasped once you felt his hard on poking your thigh again, this time alot firmer. 

Fuck… you have no idea what you do to me..” he says under his breath, his voice becoming more horse and raspy with lust.

Unintentionally you moaned after hearing the words fall from his lips. 

“Peter?” you ask softly, seeing your faces were inches from each other. He glanced up and looked into your eyes, his lust and love filled orbs reflecting off of your own. 

Show me” you spoke up, wanting to so badly know the effect you have on him. He didn’t have to be told twice. He leaned in fast and connected his lips with yours. He moved them against yours passionately you thought you were going to pass out again. You didn’t know someone could convey that much emotion through one kiss. 

Your wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer, feeling his body pressed against yours sending a wave of pleasure through to your core.

The kiss become more fast and needy, his tongue begging for entrance which you happily obliged. His tongue explored your mouth, both your tongues beginning to wrestle for dominance. His arms snaked around to your waist, squeezing slightly making you moan into his mouth. He took advantage of this and won dominance. 

“Jump” He commanded through the kiss hungrily. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, running your fingers through his hair beginning to pull causing him to moan into your mouth. All the sounds he was making was doing wonders to your body, making you feel alive and on fire. He began to walk out of the bathroom and over to your bed. He let go of you legs and let you fall back onto your bed. He climbed on top of you and reattached his lips to yours, making his way down your neck, lightly sucking and nipping in different areas. You hands went up to his hair again and softly tugged urging him to continue. He continues towards the valley of your breast, dragging your top down your body. He quickly sat up, reaching for your top, helping you sit up to get rid of the piece of clothing. 

You weren’t sure where this dominant side of him came from but you were enjoying it all so much. He began kissing down your stomach, one hand on the bed holding his weight and the other on your hips, making sure they stayed still. Once he reached the waist band of you pants your hips bucked involuntarily. 

“Patience babygirl” he said hoarsely. The way the nickname rolled off of his tongue made you moan. You obeyed, trying to keep your hips still. 

He began pull down your pants, you lifting your hips so he could easily slide them down your thighs. You groaned in annoyance and sat up, reached down and cupped his face with both your hands. You began kissing him passionately and hungrily, wanting and needing more. You pulled him back with you so he was back on top of you. He pulled away.

“The amount of things I wanna do to you…” He moaned. You ran yours hands up and down his torso while beginning to kiss his neck, probably leaving a few hickies here and there. 

“I-i’m supposed to be showing y-y-ou” he stuttered out as he was too lost in your kisses. You ignored him and continued your attack across his skin. 

“Sorry but patience isn’t really my forte.. love” You replied before roughly connecting your lips back with his. In one swift movement you managed to flip the both of you over so now you were straddling his waist. You left his lips and continued to kiss down his torso. You softly began to grind your hips into his, creating some sort of friction to help relieve the ache between your legs.

“Fuck” he moaned and threw his head back as you made your way down to his pants. You began to unbutton them, pulling them down from the waist band. He sat up a bit and helped in taking his pants off, leaving him in just his boxers. You crawled back up and reattached your lips with his. You began to grind against his boxers, feeling his cock twitch from underneath you. 

“If you keep doing that I’m not going to last much longer” he says through his heavy breathing. You stopped grinding and pulled him up and began to kiss him again. Only this kiss was different. There was another emotion coming through this time. 

Love.

He pulled away and tried to control his rapid breathing. He reached behind your back and fingered the clasp of your bra, unhooking it and freeing your boobs from their hold. He stared in amazment and aww, starting to make you feel self conscious. You begin to lift your hands to cover yourself up before he stops you. 

“Never.. ever cover your beauty up” He says in aww and love, loving every inch of your body. Every curve, your skin, the bumps and even the stretch marks that covered your hips and breasts. He leaned forwards and connected his lips with your left nipple, lightly sucking causing you to roll your head back and moan. You swore your panties were officially drenched by now. You felt him move your fingers down to your covered core and placed them there. You began to grind your hips against his hand, needing to relieve the tension building. He moved your panties to the side before sliding a finger inside you, beginning to pump slowly. You moaned at the new feeling and rocked your hips against his hand.

“Just like that babygirl” he whispers along your skin, continuing to grind against his hand. Gosh how the hell was he so good with his fingers? Has he done this before?

“I pay attention in sex ed” He says, obviously hearing you say that out loud. He began to insert a second finger, losening you up a bit more. His fingers lightly gazing your walls before they made your way towards your clit. Unknowingly you clenched against his fingers and moaned. You could begin to feel the butterflies in your lower region and the knot grow tighter. You moans became more consistent and your breathing became more frantic. 

“Fuck.. I’m close” You moan out, continuing to grind against his hand as they worked they’re magic over your core. You continued grinding as you felt the knot begin to un tie, your hips speeding up and your eyes falling closed, enjoying the feeling of euphoria begin to wash over you like a tidal wave. 

“Yes… right there Peter!” you moaned out loudly, not bothering to hold back anymore. With one last slight pinch of your nub you came undone. You continued to ride out your orgasm as he continued to work your nub, making it last for as long as possible. The sounds of your juices hitting against your walls and his fingers making you moan.

He slowly began to pull his fingers out and brought them up to his lips. You could see them glisten with your cum as he popped them into his mouth and sucked his fingers clean. You moaned at the simple action, watching with your eyes. 

“What would you like princess?” he asked, his arms wrapping around your waist. you bit your lip and grinded your core against his thigh.

“You.. I need you inside me” You begged. He obeyed and held you firmly by the hips, flipping you onto your back and him on top of you. He reached for your panties as your lips connected in a heated kiss. He pulled them away and over your thighs, now leaving you completely bare. Your hands made there way down to his boxer fronts, you began to palm him through the thin fabric earning throaty moans from him. 

You could feel his precum lightly soak his boxers, you tucked your fingers into the waistband and pulled them over his hips and down his legs, he used his legs to discard the last piece of clothing before pushing you further into the bed. You reached out to you side table and dug around for a condom packet which you kept from sex ed. 

You pulled away and brought the packaging up to your mouth and tore it open with your teeth. Your hands reach down to begin to slide the condom over his length. Gosh he was big. 

He reattached his lips to yours. Once you rolled it on the whole length you lightly pulled on his cock, making him mover closer towards where you needed him. He pulled back slightly out of breath, briefly stilling his movements.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks seriously, not wanting to go further if you weren’t comfortable. You nod your head and lean up to kiss his neck.

“I’m sure” you replied. That was all he needed as he began to guide his cock in front of your entrance. He slowly began to push himself in, letting you adjust to his size. You groaned in pain slightly feeling yourself widen to accommodate his length. He stilled his movement but you bucked your hips slightly letting him know to continue.

Once he was fully in he stayed still, waiting for you to adjust. You wriggled slightly causing your walls to clench around him causing him to moan. 

“Keep doing that and I’m really not going to last much long-” He got off by you clenching your walls around him again. He moaned your name this time. The sound of your name rolling of his tongue bringing shivers to your spine. You began to rock your hips. His hips fell in sync with yours, slow at first then slowly beginning to speed up. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck as you could feel his hot breath fanning over your neck. You tilted your head back and wrapped your legs around his waist, managing to let him to go deeper into you. He thrusted harder, moaning with each thrust, loving the feeling.

“Fuck I’m close” he moaned into your neck.

“So am I baby keep going” you moaned back feeling the familiar know beginning to tighten. You closed your eyes slowly as you felt your walls begin to clench all on their own, making you reach your release sooner than expected. One more thrust and you felt him reach his high, moaning your name into your hair as he came into his condom. He slowed down his thrusting, riding out both of your orgasms. 

Slowly and shakily he began to pull out, you moan at the lose of contact once he does. You open your eyes and Peter lifts his head up from your neck. You stare into his eyes and reach for his face, pulling him down into a kiss. You feel him shake from above you, his arms wobbling from the sides. You let your tongue massage his lips and slip through, exploring his mouth once before pulling away. He opened his eyes and stared at you in aww. He became quite flustered.

“W-w-wow” He stuttered, completely amazed at what had just happened. Your nod your head biting your lip with a smile. 

He reached to wipe a few strands of hair from your face as he stares at you lovingly.

“Fuck I’m so in love with you” He didn’t mean to let it slip but he didn’t regret it. It was true. He loved you, with every fiber in his body. You smiled and bit your lip feeling over the moon. 

'I love you too“ and with that you brought his lips back to yours.

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Taglist: @cutie1365​, @luke-the-princess​, @avengersgirllorianna

A/N: First Smut… Yay or Nah? ??

silk → kim taehyung & jeon jungkook (3)

⤷ college!au where you somehow steal the hearts of both the campus fuckboy and your best friend

pairing / kim taehyung x reader, jeon jungkook x reader

fluff / angst / smut

warnings / dom!taehyung including silencing, overstimulation, and a little bit of teasing

| pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 6.5 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9 |

(updated every sunday)

Originally posted by selfishnes

Late that night, you returned home. With wobbly legs, fresh hickeys scattering throughout your skin, and messy hair, you entered. You hadn’t expected Jungkook to be there, as you knew he was angry with you for reasons unknown to you, but there he was.

He was peacefully asleep on the couch. His dark hair was sticking up in odd directions, and a soft snore escaped his lips. He must have been waiting for you to come home.

As quietly as you could, you reached for a blanket that laid across the back of the couch. Placing it onto him, you knelt beside your best friend, running a hand through his soft hair.

He slowly became conscious, leaning into your touch. You didn’t mean to wake him, scared the two of you were going to fight or he would tell you he was officially moving out. You didn’t want that.

In a tired trance, Jungkook opened his eyes to meet yours. He closed them again, almost as quickly as he had opened them, and mumbled something under his breath.

“Do you want me to help you to bed?” you whispered, careful to sound innocent.

He shook his head, stopping your hand’s motion of running through his dark locks. He grabbed your arm and pulled you closer.

“Please just, just sleep with me?” Jungkook’s groggy voice whispered.

You nodded. Climbing to lay next to him on the couch, you felt his arms wrap around your waist. You smiled, and placed your head in the crook of his neck.

There had been plenty of nights where the two of you ended up like this, curling against each other and cuddling until both of you are asleep. It wasn’t unusual.

The first time it had happened was not too long after your freshmen year of high school. He lived in the house next door, making your friendship extremely easy.

Neither of your parents were home, off at work and on business trips. It was raining quite heavily, lightning cracking across the sky and thunder rumbling the entire house. You couldn’t sleep.

You had tried to sleep, only to end up tossing and turning and listening to the rain outside. It would have been relaxing, if the power hadn’t gone out and the thunder wasn’t incredibly loud.

Giving up, you found yourself at Jungkook’s door. Your pajamas on, no makeup, and messy bun signalling every sign that you were tired and desperately reaching out to sleep. He opened the front door, just as tired.

“Kook, can I sleep here tonight?” you had asked, holding a pillow you had brought.

He just smiled and ran a hand through his messy hair. “Sure, yeah, come in.”

You followed him into the house you spend half your time at, perfectly set to sleep on the couch. His living room wasn’t too far from his bedroom, and you hoped that knowing that someone was in the same house that you would fall asleep easier.

But, somehow he had convinced you to sleep in his room and he would take the couch. You weren’t happy, and told him that it was his house and he can sleep in his own bed.

The night ended up with both of you in Jungkook’s sheets, quickly falling into slumber.

And that one night had turned into multiple, you two waking up in each other’s bed and eventually moving in together, only to find yourself falling asleep in each other’s arms more often. There weren’t any barriers between you two.

Until he had seen the hickeys and realized that he wasn’t the only one in your life you were being that close to, he wasn’t the only one who you smiled with… there were now secrets that he didn’t know about.

He wished he didn’t feel this way. He wished that he didn’t feel his heartbeat when you smiled, that he didn’t feel his face flush when he seen you in your pajamas, that he didn’t love you.

But he did, and right now all he wanted to do was hold you before he had to let go.

The morning sun shone through the windows. Orange and yellow hues erupted the atmosphere, creating an almost movie-like morning scene.

You were awake first, watching as Jungkook slept beside you. His hands clutched onto your waist, pulling you impossibly close.He shifted in his sleep, only slightly, and you knew he was starting to wake up.

All too soon, he was awake and you two were looking at each other. There weren’t any words spoken, just looking softly into the other’s eyes. His hands didn’t waver from your sides.

“Kook,” you started, trying your best to speak low and release tension. “I’m…I…”

“Shh,” he interrupted. “We don’t have to talk about it. I’m sorry we didn’t talk for a while, I just needed some space. Just…” he inhaled. “Just, promise me that there won’t be any more secrets, okay?”

You paused. Of all the things you imagined happening when you spoke to Jungkook again, this was not something you expected. You didn’t expect him to just drop the entire thing.

“And no more separation.” you retort as an answer. “I hated being away from my best friend for nearly five days.”

There were those words again. The words that made his entire body freeze. Best friend. He knew that’s the only way you would ever look at him.

“I promise.” he said, leaning back to hold up his pinky.

You took his pinky in your own, promising there won’t be any more secrets, and no more separation. If only you knew how quickly those promises would be forgotten.

You were sitting in your room, working on an essay due in a couple days that you hadn’t even started yet (procrastination was an unhealthy habit you harbored) when a text flashed across your phone screen.

[ 8:33 pm ] taehyung: hey love, r u doing anything important or can u stop by?

You were taken aback for a moment. Taehyung had never messaged you during the day, or any time before ten for that matter, and he had said the other night was the last time you would do anything together. Being fuckbuddies with Kim Taehyung was not something on your “to-do” list.

[ 8:33 pm ] y/n: i’m busy, find someone else to fuck.

Instantly, you heard your phone vibrate multiple times.

[ 8:33 pm ] taehyung: maybe i should teach u some manners, love.

[ 8:33 pm ] taehyung: or would this change your mind?

[ 8:34 pm ] {photo received from taehyung}

The photo attached was something that sent your body feel a heat rush. He was sitting in his room on his bed. His eyes were dark, full of lust, and his hair stuck to his forehead in wet clumps over a bandana, indicating he had come out of the shower or pool. His tongue laid across his bottom lip, mouth agape. His shirt was nowhere to be seen, his abs evident. White, silk blankets rested at his waist, making you unsure if he has pants on.

Honestly, you wanted him to take you just then. He looked positively sinful and hot, the heat burning within you. But, you managed to stop yourself.

[ 8:35 pm ] y/n: u have plenty of girls trying to get u to look like that for them, i’m nothing special. i have work to do. go bug them.

[ 8:35 pm ] taehyung: u sound stressed. let me help. ;)

[ 8:35 pm ] y/n: i’m not coming over.

[ 8:36 pm ] taehyung: who said anyhing about leaving? touch yourself for me.

You nearly choked. You had never had phone sex before, and by the way he is texting you, he has obviously done is. Probably a lot.

[ 8:36 pm ] y/n: jungkook is coming home soon, i don’t want him to find me masterbating.

[ 8:37 pm ] taehyung: i didn’t realize u still lived with jeon. we better make this quick then.

[ 8:37 pm ] y/n: or u can find another girl that’s available.

[ 8:37 pm ] taehyung: i only want u, love.

[ 8: 37 pm ] taehyung: i’ll be over to “help u with your work” in 10.

[ 8:38 pm ] y/n: taehyung, no.

But he didn’t listen. When did he ever listen to you?

It was approximately ten minutes later, as he said, when he arrived at your apartment. When you first opened the door, you were prepared to yell at him to leave. Instead, you found his hands around your waist and being carried to your bedroom.

He put you on your bed with a light bounce and crawled on top of you. His shirt was discarded by your door, your shirt close behind. His lips attacked your body, showering your neck, collarbone, and down to your breasts.

You were holding back a moan when you heard the front door close. Jungkook’s voice echoed through the hallway.

“I’m home!” he announced.

Taehyung just smirked and continued kissing. Luckily, in the make out along the way to your room, he had closed the door with his foot.

“I’m just about to take a shower, I’ll see you in twenty…”

You were stopped when Taehyung bit your perked nipple.

“…thirty minutes.” you finished.

Taehyung was trailing his tongue down your body now, kissing and leaving marks until he reached your heat. Discarding the rest of your clothes, he pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your mound.

Gently licking, he smirked at how wet you already were. You bit your lip as you watched his head disappear between your legs.

He licked and sucked, eating you in a delicious way that had you gasping for air. His tongue found your clit, and sucked harshly at the swollen bud.

“Taehyung,” you whispered, even though all you wanted to do was scream. “Fuck me.”

“But, you haven’t…”

“I don’t care.”

Noticing how eager you were, he warned “you have to be quiet.”

He stood to remove his pants, quickly discarding them with the other items of clothing throughout your bedroom floor.

His member was already hard, and you subconsciously leaned up to give him your full attention. He only came closer to you and pushed you back onto the bed.

Teasing your folds with the tip, you had to hold back a moan.

Suddenly, he pushed into you. You gasped. You clutched onto the sheets of your bed, trying to find a way to stay quiet.

He was thrusting into you, quick and rough. Taehyung had always been rough, but this time it felt as though he was trying to pound into you as hard as he could. trying to find a way to make you scream. He knew you couldn’t, though, and it only make it more exciting.

You let out a sigh when he hit the perfect spot, almost moaning out loud. He put his hand over your mouth, shutting you up. He held you in your spot, mouth closed, as he thrusted harder.

You held onto his back, leaving more scratches upon the other ones you had left the past couple times. You were close, and he knew that.

“Don’t cum until I say you can.” he whispered as he leaned into your ear.

Your eyes became wide. How were you supposed to hold back from cumming, if he continued to fuck you like this? He was hitting your spot with every snap of his hips, and expected you to maintain yourself?

He only smirked and slowed down, snapping his quick and deep, and slowly backed out.

Your legs started to shake, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. You were moaning into his hand, the noises muffling into his large hands. You back arched and your eyes slammed shut.

You were begging, whispering small “please, tae~” under your moans, when his thrusts became sloppier and grip got tighter around your mouth. He was close too.

He finally mumbled “cum”, and you let yourself release. You came hard, tightening around his cock. Shaky breaths escaped you, and you tried your best to stay quiet.

He rode our your high, slowly, only to pound back into you. Your sensitivity was nearly overpowering, the pain of him pushing into you  only barely meeting the pleasure.

He didn’t care, though. He was trying to reach his high, and he did. He pulled out quickly and pumped his hand up and down his member until he released onto your stomach.

Too shaken and recovering from your high, you didn’t move and tried to catch your breath. Taehyung simply walked to your bathroom and brought some tissues and a wet washcloth to clean the both of you up.

In the last week, you had more sex then you had in your entire high school life. And the rough way Taehyung leaved you feeling sore, actually.

“Is Jungkook in his room or is he in the living room?” he broke the silence as he shoved his clothes on.

You quickly walked out of the room in a towel, as though you had showered in case you met Jungkook. You only found his door closed and light on, and no one in the living room.

You gave Taehyung the motion to leave, and he quickly did so. As you closed the door behind him, he gave you a small smile. 

Returning to your room, you decided to actually take a shower.

Little did you know, Jungkook was sitting in his bedroom, fully aware of the muffled moans and movement coming from the bedroom beside his.

Sighing to himself, he leaned his head back against his pillow and stared at the ceiling. Maybe you would tell them about your new boyfriend, or whatever is happening between you two. Maybe he would get over these feelings.

But, for now, he would have to pretend he couldn’t hear your moans, and pretend his feelings didn’t exist. All for you.

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this one was a little bit longer. hope you enjoyed! leave your thoughts!

Experience

A/N: So here it is!!! I know I’ve been working on it forever. But I finally did it and I hope you all like it! Please note that this also has zero ounces of plot and is all porn. 
Pairing: Destiel x Reader (Dean x Reader x Cas or however you prefer to say it haha)
Warnings: Lots of smut and oral, multiple orgasms, a little over sensitivity, unprotected sex 
Word Count: 4,839

-ALL feedback is greatly, greatly appreciated! 

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So here you were, lying on your back, in nothing but your bra and underwear, with an angel and a Winchester in the room with you. Some might say it’s weird, but you knew your night was soon to be filled with all the pleasure you could possibly imagine. So you were excited, to say the least.

Sure, you could’ve blamed it on the beer and the whiskey, but really you hadn’t drank nearly enough to blame it on either of those. None of you had. You weren’t quite sure what had started the conversation, but Dean had started asking Cas about his experience that he had with women and then before you knew it, you’d volunteered yourself to be practiced on, while Dean taught Cas a thing or two.

Dean sat in the chair that was a few feet away from the bed, while Cas was lying over you, waiting for instruction.

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It’s a little after Story and Song and the first birthday Angus has as part of the group, and Taako completely blanks. He hasn’t gotten Angus a present. He almost misses the party entirely. Angus thinks it’s some kind of joke at first, admittedly one of the crueler ones, when he asks Taako what day it is and Taako keeps saying some variation of “I don’t know, little man, Tuesday?” Finally Angus has to just tell him, and he waits for Taako to tell him that of course it is, or to brush it off like it’s nothing.

Taako freezes. He mutters a couple of curses under his breath that were not quite low enough to keep Angus from hearing, and Angus realizes that Taako has actually forgotten. Angus is pretty sure he told Taako at some point, he’s almost certain some of the others would have gotten Taako to help with the party, but Taako has still forgotten. And his expression must have shown his disappointment, because Taako is quick to promise an entire day out the next day, to make up for it - Angus can pick out his own present and everything. 

Taako honors his promise with minimal exasperation or over-the-top annoyance, and Angus knows that Taako is genuinely sorry (even if he doesn’t say it). They do every single activity Angus wants to do, and when they get back Angus introduces his belated birthday present to the rest of the group - a tiny black kitten with a little red collar. He and Magnus are playing with the kitten in the living room while Lup and Taako cook dinner for everyone a few feet away in the kitchen. Lup keeps ribbing Taako about forgetting the birthday.

“Hey, get off my back, I made up for it!” His tone isn’t upset, but joking, like it usually is when he and Lup are “arguing.” “I forget that some people like to do the birthday thing.”

Lup doesn’t answer immediately, except for the clatter of the plate that she drops. “You fucking what.”

It takes a minute, but Angus remembers the stories about the extravagant celebrations the twins would throw for their own birthday, usually lasting for a full week because one day shared between them was not enough. When he looks up, Angus realizes that Magnus looks shocked as well.

“Oh.” He can tell from Taako’s tone that Taako has just remembered, too.

How many.” Lup’s voice is angry - not “I’m angry at you Taako” angry but “I’m angry because you were alone and I hate that” angry. Lup was that kind of angry pretty often.

“All of them? Since the last one we had together, anyway.” And just like that dinner is abandoned in favor of take-out, and they’re planning another party, a big one, even though it’s nowhere near Taako and Lup’s birthday. Because there’s all the time in the world, now, and they’ll have as many birthday parties as they want - even if they’re very, very belated.

rael74  asked:

You and Australet have made valiant efforts to reassure a disconcerted fandom after Running with Scissors. You've confronted some troubling prospects and rationalized them pretty well, at least in the context of a silly cartoon that shouldn't be taken TOO seriously. That said, I've not seen a response adressing one particular point that has bothered me: Marco's apparent thoughlessness and selfishness in abandoning his life to hunt down Heckapoo. (1/2)

You’ve characterized Marco’s decision to remain in Heckapoo’s dimension(s) as a step in his journey of maturation, as a way of gaining self-confidence. Yet I see it as incredibly thoughtless of him to leave his parents, possible gf, and best friend behind without any consideration for how they would deal with his absence. In 16 years, did he never feel a pang of guilt, wonder how Star had reacted to his abrupt exit from her life? All for a pair of scissors and feelings of self-confidence? (2/2)

Thank you! You should all read Australet’s post, here. Adam even answered to it on Twitter. Doesn’t mean that it’s canon, but it’s still something.

About the other part of your Ask, you’re absoluetely right: while the implications of Marco being older than he looks can actually be explained (and/or rationalized) rather well, as in the post above, his initial decision to spend 16 years in Hekapoo’s dimension is… hard to digest. Even more when he has experienced first hand the pain of having (very temporarily) lost Star in Mewberty

and when the segment paired with Running With Scissors, Baby, had the theme of “Star may have to go home”, featuring a concerned Marco.

How could Marco do something like that, leaving his loved one without saying anything? I have no explanation, and we might never have one. I can only offer some observations and ideas, to lessen the pain:

- Marco is a very determined person. This is a good quality. Hoewever, this also often stray to being stubborn, almost obsessed. We’ve seen a positive example of this in Red Belt, with Marco being ready to do anything to achieve his goal, and a negative one in Fetch, where Marco is focused for a day and a half on trying to pierce open a juice box.

In this episode, there are two layers to Marco’s unhealthy determination, getting back the scissors Star borrowed him, and proving his worth to Hekapoo -and himself.

As usual, it’s hard to tell if Adam’s tweets are just about his personal opinion, or about things Daron/the directors told him while explaining the script. But right now any official source is good to give us comfort.



- Marco refused to go home when Hekapoo offered him to. Maybe he didn’t get any other chances, after that. Maybe once the trial to earn the scissors starts, the only way out is to succeed, getting your own pair. In this case, Marco might have been at fault for refusing to give up, but after that, going on with his quest was the only way out.
Cue to Marco crying himself to sleep for months thinking about the life he lost before finally focusing all of himself on the mission.



- Hekapoo’s words make it sound like earning the scissors is no easy feat, something that can take “lifetimes”. This, plus the dimension unique timeline, that leaves no lasting effects once exited, could mean that spending years to get the scissors is standard fare around the Multiverse. Not really that comforting, but at least it’d mean that this is “normal”.



- As before, hard to tell how canon it is, but a couple of Adam’s tweets make it sound like… Marco didn’t notice the time passing. It… doesn’t make much sense. Maybe. I don’t know. Might have something to do with the dimension’s unique nature.

While not enough to ease our souls, this is kind of shown in the episode: as soon as Star gets there, Marco immediatly rushes to hug her, and to excitedly tell her about the incredible things he did. While the surface level of the episode obviously made anyone wonder WHAT THE FUCK went through Marco’s mind, I think that the impression we are supposed to take home is that Marco basically stayed away for “some time”, not for a lifetime. A vacation abroad, as an experience to reinvent himself, before being back to real life, ultimately valuing his loved ones over living a fantasy.



In conclusion, it’s normal and fair to talk about this, and it’s normal to see it as a stain on a greatly written character. But knowing that this is a cartoon that often uses over the top plot devices (even though this time it’s TOO over the top not to have an impact on us fans), we should’t give more importance to what happened off-screen over what happened on screen. Adult!Marco was ready, after barely a moment of hesitation, to leave the fantasy life he built for himself to go back to the less fulfilled, but potentially more fulfilling, real life with those he loves.

And it looks like it didn’t take him long at all to welcome it back as if he had never left.


Signed: Somone who is waaaay too emotionally invested in the characters in this show.

Let Me Help You

Fandom: Twilight

Word count: 2332

Characters: Paul x reader, Jared, Sam, Emily, the rest of Sam’s pack

Warnings: mentions of asshole parents, reader cutting herself off, reference to Paul’s anger management issues

Summary: After Paul imprints on you, he changes your attitude to the world.

The summer job in Forks was only supposed to be a temporary stop-off. After you graduated and your parents kicked you out, you’d taken off on a trip across America. Where you could, you picked up jobs to covers the costs of fuel and food and somewhere to stay, and coasting along by yourself suited you just fine. It was more peaceful that way.

You had no doubt that, if Paul hadn’t walked into your life, you may well have spent the rest of it living that way.

As it was, though, you’d been working at a supermarket checkout when you looked up to see one of the most muscular men you’d ever seen staring down at you. He was hot, but that wasn’t why you’d kept looking back.

In that moment, it felt like everything else had ceased to exist. There was an expression of wonder in the stranger’s face as he looked at you, and you’d felt drawn to him in a way you’d never felt about anyone else. It was intense, and it was scary.

Then he grinned, still looking wonderstruck, and held out his hand. “Paul Lahote.”

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P O L Y  W/  B A N G T A N 🍌 PT. TWO PT. ONE

• so you finally agreed to be in a poly relationship with bangtan
• the shits lit
• but it tires you a lot
• because they’re so damn needy if you know what i mean
• it definitely makes you stronger though
• you say “no” a whole lot more than you did before dating them
• you have your own bed but you always end up in one of their beds
• or at least two of them end up in yours
• if that’s the case
• then,, you’re in the middle
• they fight for your attention a lot
• but you always make them squash their beefs
• bc that’s some little kid shit
• you’re spoiled as fuck
• anything you want
• you get
• and i mean anything
• they buy you random things too
• very random
• one time kookie bought you sailor moon panties/lingerie
• luckily only he gets to see you in it
• you can never shower by yourself
• you try to be sneaky but it never works since they’re always checking in on you
• they don’t even ask
• they just slip right in
• going out in public is always interesting
• you have to act like you’re their friend so that people won’t send even more hate to you
• and them
• going to amusement parks/carnivals are hell
• since only two people can be together on most of the rides
• you literally have to ride the ferris wheel seven freaking times or somebody will be mad, jealous and crying about it
• they compete a lot when it comes to seeing who can win you the most prizes
• just know that your room is full of stuffed animals
• anyways when you’re home with them
• it’s usually either you who cooks or about three of them who cook
• jin taught you how to cook so many korean dishes
• so you always throwdown in the kitchen
• soul food sunday exists though
• and that’s their favorite day
• “im marrying you.” - said by every single one of them
• kookie and tae help you sometimes (cooking)
• “can you get me the salt baby?” you ask (sometimes to be petty)
• literally all of them hop up  and race to the kitchen
• except for yoongi’s tired ass
• he uses that time to get close to you
• and rub on your thigh
• and talk dirty
• it lasts for 3 seconds
• having hickeys from 7 different dudes
• having to kiss 7 different dudes so that they can go to sleep because if they don’t get their kiss they’ll throw a tantrum
• backhugging, kissing etc. never lasts if one of the others are around
• “she’s mine” one of them always says
• “she’s sadly all of ours. just shut up and wait your turn or something.” -yoongi
• he’s also the one that puts everyone in their place
• they’re protective af
• they’ll deal with anyone that fucks up your mood
• you go to namjoon for advice
• you go to kookie to sing you to sleep or do stupid shit
• you go to jimin for massages
• you go to tae when you want to shop or be loved af
• you go to hobi to laugh and cuddle
• you go to yoongi to just chill, watch him work on music or nap
• you go to jin to also laugh and for food
• they love you so much
• quickiez lit
• you’re their baby
• but speaking of babies
• ,,,,,,ha *quick story time*
• one night, you wrestled in bed with all seven of them at a time
• yeah
• but it just so happened that one of them didn’t
• you know
• pull
• out
• yep, the condoms ran out and no one went to the store
• everyone was caught up in the moment i guess
• so one of them got you pregnant
• a blasian baby is on the way
• but first ya’ll had to find out who in the hell got you pregnant in the first place
• comes to find out, it was yoongi
• lol
• “i did that!” yoongi shouted when he found out
• he along with everyone but you was excited
• “we’re gonna have a baby!” they shouted.
• they were lowkey jealous tho
• you forced a smile “yep.”
• but deep down, you were like “somebody help me.”
• during your pregnancy you were well fed and taken care of ofc
• everyone went to the appointments
• everyone cried at the ultrasound
• just know that you were asked if you were okay a thousand times everyday
• when you cried they cried
• sarcastically, except kookie
• with his “i feel your pain headass”
• jimin didn’t even ask if you needed massages or kisses etc.
• you’d just got (softly) bombarded with it
• deciding the name was also hell
• it took from the beginning to the end of the pregnancy just to agree on one
• tragic
• when the gender was found out
• the boys went crazy
• it’s a girl
• they bought the kid
• so
• many
• clothes and shoes and toys and-
• the baby shower was type lit
• your people came to sk for it
• your favorite female member in the family made you walk around
• so that the “baby could hurry up and come”
• kookie and hobi had a breakdancing competition with your cousins
• you know who won
• yoongi stayed close to you along with namjoon and made sure that you were good
• jin and tae were being social butterflies somehow with jimin following them
• when you delivered the child
• everyone was in your room
• cheering you on
• kookie held your hand through it all
• since he’s the strongest
• “i can take it” headass
• his hand was red af and in pain that whole night and morning
• they all took turns holding the baby ofc
• shedding tears with you
• you were lowkey afraid of going to sleep bc you thought that namjoon’s clumsy ass would drop the baby
• he held her the most along with jimin
• “we made a beautiful kid. thanks to me” -jin
• which trig- yoongi
• “so was it my sperm or yours that got y/n pregnant?”
• jin was silent af for an hour
• but he was alright
• his ass was laughing inside like “damn.”
• *fast forward*
• yoongi was already trying the teach the kid how to play the piano and compose music
• “damn yoongi give her time to grow teeth first.” - one of them
• “shut the fuck up.” - yoongi
• jimin spent the most time with the baby because “she’s so cute" 
• you know how he is
• hobi taught her how to crawl
• kookie and tae taught her how to walk
• namjoon taught her korean when she could speak ofc
• jin did whatever he did
• which was everything
• *end of storytime*
• so yeah
• they (yoongi) gave you a baby.
• but now, let’s continue on what ya’ll do when the baby isn’t around 
• after you bounce back (health, body, etc.)
• life is lit again
• everyone is careful af when they’re doing you now
• you usually can’t feel your legs after everything (you know this why did i even-) 
• imagine reaching your high 7 times though
• imagining 7 different hands smacking/rubbing/grabbing your ass though
• that’s some wild shit
• you never run out of hair products
• you always get new things (like every day of the week)
• walking around the house with just one of their shirts on
• ^ noticing that proud smirk that they do when they see you
• getting stared at because they adore you that much and they’d rather be having sex with you instead of doing whatever they’re doing
• but they do know how to give you breaks
• they know when you’ve had enough
• pms? ice cream and shared tears
• obviously, you don’t have to work, everything is taken care of 
• but when they’re on tour
• you’re lonely af
• nah i’m kidding
• you go with them
• but during their comebacks and promotions you are lonely as hell
• well it’s not that bad
• you have your babygirl (that has seven fucking fathers)
• your phone stays dead around those times
• video chatting, phone calls and texting never come to an end
• you love the attention though
• “are you and the baby doing okay?”
• “let me/us see her.”
• “we’ll be there soon.”
• “i/we miss you!”
• just some things that they say to you when away
• best believe that you and the baby are their lockscreens
• and #1 priorities
• when they’re away for some time and they come back
• you have the best sex ever
• tae turned you into a gucci fanatic btw
• you and namjoon read books, sight see and visit museums together btw
• yoongi taught you how to play the piano and be more blunt btw
• you started laughing at jin’s dad jokes because you actually found them funny after a while
• hobi, jimin and kookie made you more active, dancing was a hobby now
• a lot of stuff changed (somehow for the better even though you still a hoe) when you started dating them