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The bond between Yuzuru and Shoma

Hero’s Special 170402

So, as opposed to the usual media angle of Shoma vs Yuzu, Hero’s has decided to put together a program about their relationship, as seen from behind the scenes footage. Most of the articles/reports are now focusing on the relationship between Yuzu and Shoma instead of the previous angle of rivals, because this time they had the shared role of Japan’s representatives as opposed to being individual skaters.

Shoma: Right now, when I’m practicing, my motivation is the desire to achieve the ability to win over Yuzu-kun. That’s the only motivation and, in order to continue growing, I would like to continue forward without changing this feeling.

Yuzu: I’ve often been told that I’m in a position of being chased by others but, if you think about it, just like how we found out with this SP, there are still many people I have to chase after. After all, after the SP the one who was standing in first place was Javier, and the one who was third was Patrick. Of course, the young skater Uno…Uno-san…U-Uno-san? *frowns at himself and laughs* Uno-senshuu** too (was in the top 3). There are many things that I don’t have, so in a manner of speaking, everything is to me, something/someone to chase after.  

In which we get a behind the scenes look at the bond between Yuzu and Shoma (as viewed by the Japanese media)

Full translation including video narration under the cut.

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My Drama Year!

It had been some time since I had wifi, so I ventured to the library to download K-Dramas for entertainment purposes. This is My Year in K-Dramas. The last two are recent and I have watched them with wifi because I am in a better place. Yay!!


     1. Oh My Venus

      This drama started out being really sad to me, then it became rather weird, but then I thought it was cute. It is one of those dramas that I would definitely say I enjoyed. Without wifi and cable, it was also hard to watch a second or third time. By the third time, I just went through my favorite episodes/moments. Would still recommend! 4.5 STARS!

    (HENRY IS THE CHERRY ON TOP)



           2. Cheese in the Trap 

                Now this one I was actually kind of bored with until about the fifth episode. Sorry, but true. I had a hard time understanding why it was popular. Of course, though, I did enjoy watching it after getting into it. After some time, it had me hooked and trying to figure things out as it went and the male lead had me all confused and stuff! Kekeke Would I recommend? Yes. 4 STARS!

    (SEO KANG JUN IS THE SUGAR IN MY LIFE)

    Originally posted by b2utygot7


            3. Liar Game

                This one I stumbled upon by chance. I looked it up on Google and decided the synopsis made the show seem very intriguing. So I downloaded it and enjoyed every second of this mystery thriller!! From beginning to end I was hooked, like a fish on a line!! I could not get enough of the show and even checked to see if there was another season. I still need another one. TOTALLY DAEBAK!!! 5 STARS

    (SHIN SUNG ROK PLAYS EVIL SO WELL)



            4. Descendants of the Sun

                 THIS ONE!! Yes, this one. This drama I kept in my files for a long time, even after I moved TWICE(!!!!). I love this drama from beginning to end and may have watched it about ten times… Without skipping episodes. I love it so much, I had the poster as my phone’s background and had ringtones. I am not ashamed!! Song-Song couple is love, dude!! This one breaks the record. WAY PAST 5 STARS!!!

    (THAT SONG JOONG KI THOUGH)



             5. W: Two Worlds

                  Now tell me why Lee Jong Suk said he wants to play a more masculine type of character when he did such a cool, manly job playing as his character Kang Chul?! He is the definition of perfection and I love him so much. I started feeling rather odd when I wanted him to catch me in a bathroom. Like, I volunteer to be scared like that!! All semi-joking aside, the drama is freaking awesome and the story line was well thought out. I would like to meet the writer and get some tips. 5 STARS!!!

    (PLEASE TORTURE ME LEE JONG SUK)

    Originally posted by sugavsweet


             6. Goblin

                 So many favorite scenes, so much bromance. Is it bad of me to say I loved this drama from beginning to end, too? I hope not. Although, for some reason, I wasn’t too into the beginning scene of the first episode. I shrug when I think about it because I have no idea why I’m not pleased with it. Gong Yoo did amazing acting out the battle and the movements were great and everything, but eh. ANYWAY! This drama had me swooning over anything and everything and even made me feel lonely af. I super love love it, though and totally watched it again and again!! Another one that broke the scale!!

    (YOOK SUNG JAE WAS AWESOME)



            7. Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo

                 I just recently finished this one, so fresh out of the mind reaction. Here goes. NAM JOO HYUK, STOP STEALING MY HEART!!!!!! The story was great and the acting was even greater!! I love that it’s not the typical thin boy loves thin girl. Noooope, nope, nope. I am so in love with the story, I may go watch it again. With each episode, I had to make sure I was breathing because Nam Joo Hyuk kept me from breathing correctly. The love scenes were so cute and well thought out and that’s what really had me feeling like a high school teenager again. Oh, those feelings of blissful love. Sigh. I would definitely recommend this drama that peoples ears would fall off. I’m so in love with it. ANOTHER SCALE BREAKER!!!!!

    (NAM JOO HYUK PLEASE TAKE MY HEART)

    Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78



    Thank you so much for reading!! (If you did) I know it was super long and not well typed, but I was afraid of mentioning any spoilers. Please keep in mind that I really did enjoy each and every one of these dramas. No harm, no foul.

    Got a drama you want to recommend I watch and review? Leave me a comment/message! Thank you!! Heartu!

    School Crush

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    Request: Hey, I was wondering if you were able to do an imagine with Peter Parker x reader where the reader only ever hangs out and is friends with girls but starts developing a huge crush with peter while doing a project together? Can the reader be really shy and introverted and a huge nerd? PS I loved your first Peter Parker imagine you did

    A/N: Geez… If you’re talking about the first Peter Parker imagine I did, that must mean this one is wayyy overdue. Hope you like this one, sorry it took me so long! ALSO, my undereducated (my fault), dumb North-European self had no idea if this is the kind of subject people do projects in school OR if all the little info I made the reader say is like common knowledge in there. So excuse me and the school system we have i here. We don’t learn about inventors that much. No requests for a second part, please.

    Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

    Words: 3,244

    Warnings: “third base” is mentioned once, some (harmless) name-calling between friends


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    No Pain-No Gain

    Request:  I’m not sure if you do like one shots or stuff but I had an idea for a soulmate au where someone’s soulmate can feel there pain. Like a a person breaks their foot, their soulmate will feel it to, just not have a broken foot. Image how Clarks soulmate would react with all that stuff. I think it would be cute, but could be kinda angsty. Just an idea. Idc if you do it or not, just thought it was cool. Have a nice day.
    Word Count: 9636.
    Pairings: Clark Kent/Superman x Reader
    WARNINGS: Lots of swearing. Mentions of: low self-esteem issues, traumas, bullying, weakness complex. Angst (personally, I don’t consider this very angsty but, you need to be warned). Also, I’m sorry for any typos since this was not edited and english is my second language.
    Author’s Note: Hope this isn’t to cheesy and that you will be able to enjoy it. Also… NINE THOUSAND WORDS IN LESS THAN A WEEK?! That’s a record for me! Anyway, hope you enjoy this and that the anon who requested it isn’t disappointed.

    Originally posted by sir-henry-cavill

    Originally posted by amancanfly

    Originally posted by amancanfly

    Yes, I totally needed three gifs of Henry Cavill. You did too, don’t deny it.


    I hate my soulmate, that’s for fucking sure. I totally hate him (or her, you never knew) and I don’t give a single fuck if I haven’t met him. Also, no, I’m not exaggerating in the slightest and yes, you can hate someone you haven’t met, thank you very much (and yes, even if it’s your fucking soulmate, especially mine).

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    Nightmares

    Pairing: Young!Sirius Black x reader

    Requested: nope

    Warnings: none

    Word count: 969 (I know it’s small don’t judge please)


    A/N OKAY, this is something I spent a lot of time writing, and actually got detention because I was writing part of it during an EXTREMELY BORING history class, so I really hope you like it!


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       (Y/N) woke up into the night. The attacks were getting more frequent each day, and so were her nightmares. Sitting up and resting her head on the headboard of her bed, acknowledging the fact that she wouldn’t be going to sleep anytime soon, she grudgingly got out of bed dragging her blanket with her, and headed downstairs to the golden and red common room. 

       She threw herself on the couch opposite the fireplace. With a flick of her wand, a roaring fire appeared in it. She covered herself with the blanket, also covering her nearly bare feet. She was only wearing a pair of shorts and a shirt that belong to her best friend since third year, Sirius Black. Although his scent still lingered off of the shirt and provided some comfort, it wasn’t enough to help her fall back asleep. She shifted on the couch, so that her face reflected the light of the fire as she stared absent mindlessly into the fireplace.


       Sirius Black woke up in the middle of the night due to a noise that came from downstairs. After multiple attempts to fall asleep, he gave up and headed towards the common room.

       He had reached the top of the staircase when the light coming from downstairs made him wince. Once his ayes adjusted to the light, he saw his best friend, (Y/N) Lawson lying on t he couch.

    “Couldn’t sleep, Lawson?” he asked


       (Y/N) turned upon hearing her friend’s voice, seeing him descend the stairs half naked. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, revealing a toned chest and a more-than-generous six-pack.

    “Like what you see?” he asked, a smirk already finding itself on his face

    “don’t flatter yourself Black, and no, I couldn’t sleep” she stated, and then, so silently so that he couldn’t hear “the nightmares are getting worse”

           But he heard. The smirk immediately disappeared from his face, turning into a frown. She sat upright, making space for her friend to sit besides her. He placed a hand around her shoulders, and she rested her head on the crook of his neck.

    “How bad?” he sighed

    “Very”

    “Meaning?”

       She hesitated a bit before deciding to tell him

    “I dream of… attacks… everywhere. We’re on the train, when suddenly a group of Death Eaters march in, heading straight for our compartment.

       Sirius sighed, (Y/N)’s parents are muggles, putting (Y/N) in great danger.

    “they grab me” (Y/N) continued “use the cruciatus curse on me, torture me until I’m practically begging for death. Then, they kill me, slowly. The rest of you just sat there chatting, like you couldn’t see, or hear m, or you just didn’t care.”

    (Y/N) hadn’t realized she had started crying.

       Sirius hugged her, pulling her even closer to him. His heart broke seeing her like this. (Y/N) was normally such a happy person. But ever since Voldermort had started gaining more power and followers, the mischievous glint behind her eyes was nearly gone.

       But that last statement had really shocked him ‘or you just didn’t care’ what the hell was she even talking about? Placing a hand under her chin, he gently pushed it upwards so that he was looking directly into her eyes.

    “(Y/N) Lawson, you listen to me, and you listen to me good. You have been one of my best friends-if not my best- since third year. And being so close to me means that all James, Remus and Peter care deeply about you”he paused, not knowing how to continue “Remember in out fifth year, when that Ravenclaw broke your heart?” 

    “Yeah..” she chuckled a bit despite the situation “you punched him, breaking his nose, James hexed him into puking birds for a little over a month and Remus, given his prefect status, gave him detention for a good two months.”

    “Exactly! So don’t you ever think, not even for a second, that the four out of five marauders would abandon the fifth one during a death eater attack” 


       These words brought new tears to (Y/N)’s eyes, tears of happiness. Something about knowing that she had friends that would go to such lengths to protect her, and that one of them was Sirius Black, made her feel all warm, despite the chilly weather of February.

       Because, although she hated to admit it, she had developed a slight pretty big big crush on her friend.


       Sirius was watching his friend, ‘more than a friend’ he thought with a chuckle, closely. He had to admit that she was perfect. Her big, (Y/H/C) locks that framed her beautiful face perfectly, her big, (Y/E/C) almond shaped eyes filled with curiosity and mischief, her full, yet not too thick, lips that were just teasing him, her tiny waist…

       But, contrary to common belief, it was her personality that made him fall for her. She had a strong personality, that’s how they became friends. The marauders had pranked (Y/N) and the rest of the girls, charming the shower heads into turning whoever used them red with gold polka dots, the Gryffindor house colors. (Y/N), after removing the color with a simple spell, had managed to get them back by doing the same thing to them, with the sole difference that whoever showered using them, would be turned bright, vibrant, glow-in-the-dark, PINK. And the four boys were stuck like that fro a week and a half until, finally, Madame Pomfrey managed to find the antidote that would turn them back to normal. She was the first, and the last, person to have ever out-pranked them, and he admired her for that.


       She fell asleep on the couch, cuddled next to him. He watched her for a little while, admiring her, admiring her beauty and her strong personality…

       Sirius Black fell asleep with only one thought on his mind, he was in love with (Y/N) Lawson.



    A/N

    AHHHHH! HOW DID YOU GUYS LIKE IT? please leave feedback, follow me etc. etc Be sure to check Pt.2 & 3 (I’d put a link but something’s wrong with my computer and it won’t let me) .

    Toafo Uhila

    Hey, Kat! It’s my birthday! Have a fic!

    oOo

    Their first meeting goes something like this:

    It starts with a chūnin in a sandy village trying desperately to not die of boredom. It starts with a beautiful blond leaning up against a wall, dressed in casual clothing and watching the night life as it bustles around them. It starts with a drunk jōnin swaggering over and pinching the other’s ass, earning a yelp from the blond. “Very nice ass, sugar,” he slurs out and leans in to try and get a kiss, only to receive a fist to his face. He staggers back, dropping his bottle and reaching up to clutch at his now freely bleeding nose. His friends immediately leap to his aid, coming up in a defensive formation.

    “How dare you,” the blond hisses and the hitai-ate with a leaf engraved on it gleams in the moonlight. Through his drunken haze, the jōnin staggers forward and raids the pouch on his thigh for a kunai, raising it high. Pale, white light glints off of the blade and the blond rolls his eyes.

    “That is quite enough. I do believe I’ve warned you before, Eiji.” A redhead lands gracefully on the ground, lips drawn into a thin, unimpressed line. There’s a large gourd on his back and what looks like gold sand is spilling out from the opening at the top. “Consider yourself in quite a bit of trouble.” The blond shivers slightly, enjoying the glide of the redhead’s voice as it forms each word. Opposing village or not, it’s a silky smooth tone that he, if he was being completely honest with himself, wouldn’t mind murmuring filthy things into his ear.

    Eiji snarls and takes a step forward, spitting out, “Look here, you—” but his friends quickly drag him into the nearest shadows and the redhead turns to the blond.

    “You are well, no?” the redhead asks. “Perhaps you shouldn’t venture into things that you can’t handle.” Never mind. He wants to spike the other in the face. Preferably with the nearest, heaviest, sharpest object he can find.

    The blond twitches slightly, the vein in his jaw spasming. “I,” he begins and it’s perfectly polite, a thin undertone of agitation gliding just underneath the surface, “am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” The unspoken ‘asshole’ does not go unheard.

    “Well then,” redhead says and the amusement in the tone makes the blond want to murder him right then and there, “I shall let you take care of yourself, then.” And with that, he’s gone, the sand below him swallowing up his form.

    “You absolute asshole,” the blond spits, scowling at the now empty spot.

    “Hey, kiddo!” The blond spins on his heel and turns the vicious glare on the now approaching male.

    Yes?” he grinds out through clenched teeth.

    Jiraiya raises his hands in the universal sign of surrender and smiles like he isn’t facing a pissy blond. “You ready for the exams?”

    Minato’s scowl morphs into a sharp smile that’s little more than teeth. “Oh, yes.”

    And that was the end of their first meeting.

    oOo

    Their second meeting kinda goes like this:

    Minato actually does get around to punching the redhead in the face.

    “That wasn’t nice,” the redhead slurs and his voice is still amazing, even with a severely bleeding nose. It’s not quite as smooth as usual, just slightly rough due to him pinching his nose to stop the blood from getting all over his jōnin vest, but it’s still enough to make Minato shiver with need.

    He’s only a newly minted jōnin himself, but the blond is certain that with both the Hiraishin and his Rasengen, he can take on the world. Maybe.

    “Yes, well,” he returns, coolly, “maybe you shouldn’t startle me while I am making seals.”

    The redhead rolls his eyes and curls healing chakra around his nose, snapping it back into place with a rather sickening crack.

    Minato’s lips twitch up just slightly. He had actually broken the other’s nose with the force of his punch. That had been one of the most satisfying things he’s done in quite a while. “I do apologize,” redhead drawls, sounding anything but apologetic and Minato barely resists the urge to leap to his feet and punch him again.

    “Liar,” he mutters under his breath, mentally cursing his weakness for smooth voices.

    The other still hears him. “I’m hurt, pretty.”

    He raises his fist and shakes it just slightly. “Call me pretty again….” Minato hisses and trails off, blue eyes gleaming with promised death.

    “Very well.” the redhead says, raising his hands in surrender. “I shall see you later….pretty.” And then he’s gone, leaping over the rooftops before the blond can retaliate.

    “You son of a bitch!” Minato bellows after him, fury painting every single word. He sinks back down to the ground and picks up his brush, mentally vowing to make the other pay.

    He still doesn’t know the redhead’s name.

    That was the end of their second meeting.

    oOo

    Their third meeting goes a little like this:

    Minato’s smile is like death, all thin and evil with his lips pulled back to reveal far more teeth than psychically possible. The redhead in front of him shivers slightly and takes a step back, understandably wary. “Good evening,” the blond says, smile widening even further.

    “Ah, uh, good evening, pretty?” It’s definitely phrased like a question and Minato’s eyes slide closed into little ‘U’s when the redhead takes a step back. The other shinobi in Konoha’s bathhouse, the ones who know about Minato’s vicious temper, carefully sidle out of the blond’s line of sight. They have no interest in being caught up in the explosion.

    “Duck,” Minato purrs out. The redhead blinks confusedly at him for a moment and then yelps when the blond punches him in the face, again, as hard as he can.

    “The fuck was that for?” he slurs out, clutching at his freely gushing nose.

    “I did warn you about calling me 'pretty’,” the blond says easily, dropping his towel and sliding into the water.

    “Honestly,” a third voice complains and Minato glances up when Orochimaru steps into the hot spring. A dark glare is all that’s needed to clear the entire place out, leaving just the three of them in the water and the Sannin relaxes with a sigh. An evil smirk flickers over their lips. “I hope you realize, Namikaze, that I will not be explaining to sensei if this becomes an international incident.”

    Minato’s smirk is just as sinister. “Well then, Orochimaru-sama,” he says sweetly, “if you won’t say anything, then I won’t tell sensei about you spending lots of, ah, time with Hatake-sama.” He grins innocently when Orochimaru slips underneath the water, surfacing with a loud splutter. “Oops, was that supposed to be a secret? So sorry,” the blond coos, not sounding the least bit sorry.

    “You!” the Sannin splutters, coughing as they spit out a mouthful of water.

    “Should I come back later?” the redhead asks, looking like he wants to be anywhere but here at this exact moment. There’s a crack as he snaps his nose back into place for the second time in a row.

    “I will string you up by your balls and feed you your own liver if you so much as twitch,” Minato says, a blue eye flickering to glance at the other.

    The redhead scowls. “I don’t even know your name,” he complains.

    “Oh? So sorry. I should give it to you, then.”

    “Well?”

    Minato shrugs. “I don’t know yours.”

    Orochimaru heaves a ragged sigh and drops their head into their hands. “You punched a Suna jōnin without ever learning their name. Great. Just fucking great. And here I was hoping Jiraiya hadn’t managed to infect you.”

    A beaming smile is his answer and the blond leans back against the edge of the pool, basking in the warmth of the water and the sunlight. “Sensei has been nothing but a perfect role model,” he says, the very picture of innocence.

    “That’s…that’s what I was afraid of,” the Sannin breathes weakly, looking very much like they wish they had access to alcohol at this very moment. They sigh and drag a hand over their face, shoving dark hair out of golden eyes.

    The redhead takes the chance to bolt for the entrance; he abandons his clothing and escapes wearing nothing but a towel, yes, but at least he makes it out alive and in one piece. Konoha shinobi, he thinks, shivering at the howl of rage that echoes behind him, are insane.

    And that was the end of their third meeting.

    oOo

    Their fourth meeting is explosive:

    Rasa’s in the middle of speaking with two other jōnin sensei about the final part of Konoha’s chūnin exams when what feels like a bucket of water is dumped over his head. A quick swipe of his fingers in the substance reveals purple paint. Purple glittery paint. The vein above one of his eyes twitches, and he can already see his comrades causally backing away from his seething form. Laughter echoes above him and Rasa spins on the ball of his foot, gold dust already writhing as it escapes from the gourd on his back.

    There. On the roof. It’s that damn blond from before; the one who broke his nose twice already.

    On a better day, Rasa wouldn’t even consider trying to murder an allied shinobi. On a better day, he might even laugh at the prank, then go take a shower. On a better day, he wouldn’t be brandishing a kunai and trying to rip someone’s throat out. Today…today is not one of those days, and Rasa snarls furiously, lunging forward before he can even get a grip on his temper. The blond dodges to the side, flipping gracefully onto another roof and covers his mouth again, smirking between his fingers. Rasa sees red.

    “I,” he hisses, so close to actually committing murder, “am going to rip your throat out.”

    “Kinky,” the blond calls back and his smile widens further at Rasa’s snarl of rage. “But you’re going to have to catch me first.” His form flickers once, then vanishes in a burst of yellow; he reappears further down the road, waves a hand, and then vanishes again.

    Rasa screams in fury, his comrades snicker, and he immediately leaps to give chase. He’s going to drown the other in their own blood.

    He still has no clue to their name, other than their last.

    That’s the end of their fourth meeting.

    oOo

    Their fifth meeting is even worse:

    Murder is not an appropriate way to deal with frustrating coworkers.

    Murder is not an appropriate way to deal with frustrating coworkers.

    Murder is not an approp— Rasa cuts his thoughts off halfway through the sentence and growls at one of his fellow shinobi. Not even three hours after he had attempted to hunt down and murder the blond—He failed, pretty miserably too—and his coworkers are already smirking at him.

    “Quite the spitfire, ah?” one says, pushing brown hair over her shoulders, lips quirked up in that infuriating smirk Rasa has come to hate.

    I will drown you in your own blood,” he hisses, partially because he’s furious and partially because he can’t leave that response unanswered. She puts her hands up in the universal sign of surrender, but the smirk on her face doesn’t change. Rasa narrows his eyes at her, darkens his glare, and hopes that nothing else can go wrong.

    The universe, as always, likes to prove him wrong, and then laugh at his misery.

    With a flash of bright yellow light, the blond reappears on the rooftop. He doesn’t even look tired, and there’s a massive grin on his lips. “Wow,” he says, looking pleased with himself, “only three hours before giving up? That’s sad.” He shakes his head slowly, almost like he’s disappointed. “Not a lot of fun with a chase. Peaks really quickly without touch and absolutely no stamina at all.”

    Beside Rasa the brunet chokes, then starts laughing hysterically, mouthing 'No stamina’ like it’s a prayer from Kami itself. On her left, the ginger begins cackling and slumps against a wall in an attempt to stay upright. Rasa fumes, and because he’s petty like that, pops the cork on his gold dust just so he can flood the area with sand.

    Glancing around when the dust has settled somewhat, Rasa’s already feeling smug at the sight of the ginger and brunet cursing his name as they spit the grit out of their mouths. His gaze flickers upwards, and the redhead is already preparing for the sight of the blond in the same situation, when he actually gets a look.

    That fucking bastard is wind affinity and running a Kami-damned slipstream, the sand-filled air shifting around him, never once touching the Konoha jōnin uniform. Rasa would be impressed if he wasn’t in the middle of contemplating murder.

    Just before he can actually use his chakra to fill the other with spears made of sand, he laughs, bows, and vanishes in a burst of yellow. The veins in Rasa’s jaw jump.

    And that was the end of their fifth meeting.

    oOo

    Their sixth meeting is simultaneously worse and better:

    “I would like to introduce my successor, Namikaze Minato,” Sandaime Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen says, gesturing towards the doors of the Halls of the Kage Council. Namikaze, Rasa thinks with a slight twitch, sounds awfully familiar. He glances up just as the doors open and snarls when a horribly familiar blond practically skips through.

    “YOU!” Rasa bellows and slams a hand down on the table hard enough to spread minute cracks along the surface. The other Kages jerk at his volume, but the redhead is too furious to care.

    “I wasn’t aware that you two knew each other, Rasa,” Sarutobi says, looking like he’s half an inch away from pinching the bridge of his nose.

    “He broke my nose,” Rasa seethes. “Twice.” White eyebrows shoot up and Sarutobi actually reaches to pinch the bridge of his nose, an exasperated sigh escaping his mouth.

    Namikaze smiles sunnily at him. “You startled me while I was working on my seals.”

    “You punched me because I called you pretty,” the Kazekage informs him flatly.

    “Yes, well, that too,” the blond says with a careless shrug, and Rasa makes a sound like a boiling teakettle. Namikaze merely beams in his direction and takes a seat. “Now, where were we?”

    Murder is not an appropriate response to annoying Kage, Rasa thinks, sinking into his own seat with a mute sort of fury, but I sure wish it was.

    Request: Shine

    Part two to Storm! Honestly I really didn’t expect the response that the first one got, but I was so thrilled!! I started this about four times, trying to get it to a place I wanted it so I could get a satisfying end to the first one, so you’ll have to let me know what you think… maybe even a third part? Let me know!

    Word Count: 1,304

    It’s good to be home. Despite everything, despite being completely unsure about your future, it’s nice to sleep in the same bed for more than two nights in a row, and it’s nice to know when and where your next meal is going to come from. It’s nice to have Bobby there, someone who knows you inside and out and understands – what isn’t nice is constantly having him lie to Dean for you. You’ discussed it, and more than once it had ended in tears, with you deciding that you didn’t want to face him. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

    This limbo, it’s… easier than facing things. Whatever you do, whichever decision you make, it’s going to change your life forever. But while you’re here, admittedly hiding from everything, you’re safe from that change, sheltered from whatever havoc it’s likely to wreak on your life.

    You sigh to yourself, rolling over and tugging the duvet up to your chin, enjoying the warmth – that’s another nice thing, not having to be up and out of bed at the crack of dawn every single morning. Bobby has been insisting on you getting proper sleep, and considering that it can take hours for you to fall asleep after tossing and turning constantly, you tend to make up the time in the mornings. You’re just about considering crawling from the bed and heading downstairs for a drink when you hear voices downstairs.

    “We need something of hers. Will there be something in her room?”

    “I- uh- it’s a mess, I’ll go up and-“

    “It’s fine, Bobby, I know what she’s like. The sooner we’re out of here the sooner we can start tracking her properly.”

    Dean. It’s him – he’s come for you. It’s been nearly two weeks – it would have come sooner or later. But you’d have appreciated some warning – some time to think about what you want to say.

    Bobby doesn’t want to protest – it would give you away. You recognise that, and recognise that he’s giving you a chance to run; to hide, to get away from it all one more time. A substantial part of you wants to – to be able to live the lie you’d begun to persuade yourself of.

    For once, you stand your ground, pushing yourself up and out of the bed, wrapping a robe around yourself – you’re not going to face him in just your pyjamas. By the time he makes it up the stairs, you’ve steeled yourself enough that you manage to stop your hands from shaking too much.

    The door creaks open, and Dean steps into the room – he notices you instantly, His hands curl into fists and he freezes, just staring at you like you’re some kind of phantom in the night.

    “Y/N,” He breathes, your name nothing short of a prayer on his lips. You want to be angry; be vindicated, but all you feel for him is sorrow. You take a half-step backwards, watching as the cogs whir in his brain, “How long have you been here?”

    “The whole time.”

    “You’ve been safe?” He whispers, words snagging on themselves and tangling like a loose thread. You nod minutely, wrapping your arms around yourself as he shakes his head.

    “Very.” You reply, perhaps a little shortly. You find, however, that you have very little to say to him. All of the thoughts you’d had… they’re gone in the face of a real conversation.

    “Y/N…” He presses his lips together, “I’m sorry.”

    “You always are.” You swallow, taking another step back, “Don’t pretend to care if you don’t. Don’t do it for pity. I don’t want your pity, I don’t want your sympathy.”

    “You don’t have it,” He snaps, perhaps a little too vehemently. It surprises you enough that it stops your mind in its tracks for a few moments, “I screwed up. Really, really screwed up.”

    “Really? I hadn’t noticed.” Just like you don’t notice the tears threatening to brim over, blurring your view like a melted kaleidoscope, “I’m not mad, Dean. I know you think I am.”

    “Then what are you?” He insists, raking his hands through his hair, “I know what I said was God-awful. I know I can never take it back. But I was terrified, and-“

    “So was I!” You interrupt, staring at him with wide eyes as the tears begin to fall, “I was beyond terrified! You didn’t think that that was my absolute worst fear? For you to completely… do that?”

    He can only look at you for a few moments, shaking his head, “I’m sorry.”

    “Sorry isn’t good enough.” You realise, “Sorry doesn’t cut it. Sorry doesn’t take it back.”

    The look of panic on his face is enough to break your heart – above it all, you love him. More than yourself, more than anything – but that doesn’t give him carte blanche to say what he wants and expect you to come running back the minute he realises his mistake.

    “I know.” He admits, chest slowly deflating, “I know. And the second you say leave, I’ll go. No questions asked. I wouldn’t blame you.”

    “Neither would I.” You agree, slowly unfolding your arms and wiping at your face, before letting them fall to your sides, “But I’m not going to.”

    “You’re not?”

    “You’re an idiot. We agree on that.” You watch as he nods, taking the hit in the hope of a little redemption – which you can’t help but give him, “And I’m upset. But that doesn’t mean I’m just going to give up. That’s not how this works. That’s never how this worked.”

    He shakes his head, agreeing readily – only then do you notice the tears in his eyes – a change. You may as well have handed him a golden goose – he’d have been less thankful for that than anything else.

    “Y/N, you don’t- you have no idea.” He says softly, swallowing hard, “You know I’ve always wanted a family. And then you came along and there was a chance, a real chance, of it happening. And now it is… now it might be…” Dean sighs again, “I screw you over. Because that’s what I do. Disappoint the people I love.”

    “I’m not going to pity you because of your history of bad choices. That’s your cross to bear.” You inform him softly, but take a slow step forward, “I’m willing to forgive and forget and move on. I want to. What I don’t want is for you to feel coerced or forced into staying. Stay or go, but there’s no in between.”

    He takes a deep breath, hesitating, and then shakes his head, “I’m staying. For as long as you’ll have me, I’m here.”

    You can’t help but crack a smile, “So that’s that? We’re doing this?”

    He nods, this time not hesitating, “Of course. In fact…” It’s the last thing you expect, but before you know it he’s taken both of your hands in his, “Marry me.”

    “What?”

    “I love you. I want to be with you forever, I want to make this official. Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” He rambles, squeezing your hands and offering a tentative smile.

    “I’m not marrying you just because I’m pregnant. This isn’t nineteen-thirty-four.” You chastise, and Dean groans, rolling his eyes.

    “It’s not because you’re pregnant! Trust me, Y/N, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be. I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t completely sure of it. I love you. I want to do right by you, because you deserve it. Just let me be romantic and spontaneous, alright?” He insists, his eyes catching yours – and you grin, nodding.

    “Yes, then. Yes, I’ll marry you.” You decide, and then he grins, surging forward and taking your face in his hands so he can kiss your lips – and there it is. Past, present, and future, all in one.

    George Weasley x Reader: “I’m All Ears”

    Originally posted by georgeweasleygirl

    Originally posted by relationshipaims

    -Requested-

    ~

    anonymous asked:

    Could you write something fluffy about George after he loses his ear and the reader comes downstairs that night to visit him and they kind of like confess their love for each other and snuggle or something

    ~

    You were currently staying at the the burrow with your best friends, the Weasleys. They were more like your family, since you didn’t really have one to call your own. They took you in after your first year at Hogwarts, the year you had become friends with the twins, Fred and George. Although, you had always felt something more towards George. 

    Earlier this evening, you had rode on brooms to the Burrow, having to fight off Death Eaters on you way there. You had gone with George, and you felt sorry that you were unable to block the curse that cut his ear off. The whole thing had made you quite nervous, and even a little scared. Mad Eye and Hedwig had both died on your way there, both of whom you were pretty close to. 

    You had just woken up from a horrible nightmare about it, so you grabbed your wand, because you didn’t feel very safe without it, and went downstairs to get a drink of water. However, you heard something, or rather, someone muttering to them self when you came down. 

    “Lumos,” you whispered, and a small light came from the tip of your wand, but you realized you didn’t need it because of the moonlight shining through the windows, so you quietly whispered “nox”. Then you saw the tall, red-headed figure with a bandage wrapped around his head, and realized it was George. 

    “Georgie? What are you doing down here?” He was looking in a small mirror with a distressed look on his face. He didn’t turn around when he noticed you were there, which was very odd of him. 

    “I could ask you the same question, (y/n).” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I couldn’t fall asleep.”

    “Me neither. I keep having nightmares about…you know…” you were almost too scared to put the horrible things you were dreaming about into words, but you knew he would understand.

    “I know, it’s alright.” He was still looking at the mirror, not turned around, but now, his hand was on the spot where his ear used to be. You walked closer to him, gently putting your hand on his shoulder, and quietly asked, “Hey, what’s wrong? Did I wrap the bandage too tight?” Earlier, you insisted on being the one to clean him up, since you felt that it was your fault that it happened in the first place. 

    He quickly turned around and looked you in the eyes. “(y/n)? Do I look ugly without my ear? Do you still like me?”

    You replied, “George Weasley. You look adorable with or without both ears. And I love you with all my heart no matter how you look.”

    You immediately blushed so much that your cheeks turned into a crimson red color and your face felt as hot as the sun. You thought, Did I really just confess my love to George?!

    However, George smirked and pulled you closer to him as he gently placed his hands on your hips, and you stared deep into his gorgeous brown eyes. “You love me?”

    Wait a minute, does he actually like me back? No way…he couldn’t possibly…

    “(y/n), can I tell you something?”

    “I’m all ears.” You replied. “Get it? All ears?”

    You both laughed. “Haha, very funny (y/n),” he said with a smile on his face. “I love it when you laugh at my jokes and pranks, and you don’t think it’s immature when I do them, and you even like to do them with me!” 

    At this point, you were still blushing, just slightly, and were looking down at your feet. He lifts up your chin, looks into your eyes, and whispers, “but most importantly, I want you to know that I love you.” He cupped your face in his soft, delicate hands, slowly leaned in, and kissed you. 

    Not knowing what to do, and being pretty surprised, you finally realize that George Weasley, the funny, adorable prankster that you’ve had a crush on since your third year, likes you back! 

    You close your eyes and place your hands in his fiery red hair, which you also found super hot about him, and started to kiss him back. The kiss was passionate, but also gentle, and there was something about it that said, “I love you, and I will take care of you.” 

    He pulls away from the kiss, and you lean forward just a little, not wanting it to end. He smiles once again, and places his forehead against yours.. 

    You open your eyes and look into his, and quietly whisper, “George?”

    “Yes (y/n)?”

    “Will you stay with me…until I fall asleep?”

    “Of course love.”

    So he grabs a blanket, the fluffy, maroon one that he knows is your favorite, since it’s warm and your favorite color, and then sits on the couch, and extends his arm out to you, telling you to sit next to him. You quickly walk over to him, on the couch in front of the warm, cozy fireplace, and lie down between his legs, your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, which you heard gradually slow down. He placed the soft, fluffy blanket over both of you, and you felt so warm underneath it, also wearing his maroon sweater with a G on it, and you also felt safe again, in his arms.He started to gently stroke your (y/h/c) hair, both of you just enjoying each other’s closeness. 

    “Georgie?

    “Yes (y/n)?”

    “I really, really love you.”

    “I’m madly in love with you too.”

    And the two of you quickly fell asleep, but he made sure that you fell asleep first, and he never left you, the whole night. 


    Ta da!!! My very first lengthy imagine!!! Thanks so much for reading it, and PLEASE please please, send in a request! Also, thank you to whoever sent me my first request ever! It was a wonderful idea! Thank you to those of who have already followed me and liked/reposted my very first imagine, Fred Weasley Imagine: Puddin: https://always-a-gryffindor-713.tumblr.com/post/156827576782/fred-weasley-imagine-puddin 

    I can’t wait to post/write more imagines, so make sure to send a request, like, repost, and follow me! Thanks again! Love, Vivian ;)

    Not Everything Is As It Seems

    Summary: How about a Jace imagine about being really tough and unemotional, but one night in the middle of the night he finds you in the training room crying while beating the crap out of a punching bag. 

    Characters: Reader, Jace Wayland, Hodge Starkweather, Rick the Douche

    Fandom: Shadowhunters

    Word Count: 1519

    Request: @izzytheninja

    AN: I didn’t know what to put as the picture so here you have Hodge Starkweather shirtless because a body like that doesn’t deserve to be hidden. (I’ve said to much)

    Originally posted by clariesfray

    Keep reading

    My pleasure

    Pairing: Momo x Reader

    Genre: smut

    REQUEST: Momo + First time for anonie 

    A/n: I decided to move my notes up here, just so I don´t forget to write them after I finish the scenario. There isn´t much of a storyline since I´m rushing so I also want apologize if this sucks, but I´m terrible at writing first time smut. Anyways, enjoy~

    *gif not mine unless stated*

    Originally posted by freshstatiic

    “Wait.” You stopped Momo´s hand before she could move it any further. Sudden feeling of shyness overcame you as you realized what was about to happen. You were about to sleep with one of the most popular girls in school, somewhere along those lines forgetting to tell her you were a virgin. The mastery of Momo´s lips and touches was enough to almost, key word almost, forget it.

    “Did I do something wrong?” She asked, pulling away from you. You covered yourself up, trying not to make eye contact. Momo looked at you worriedly, still trying to make you tell her what the problem was. You finally blurted the words out, your cheeks turning bright red. For a second Momo was in disbelief. You half expected her to laugh at you, no doubt being experienced beyond wonders. When she finally realized what you said, she shook her head with a smile.

    “Is that it? I thought you felt sick or something.” She made you look at her and shot you a reassuring look. Something about the expression in her face made you feel at ease and you gave her a nod, allowing her to continue. Leaning in, she placed a gentle kiss on your lips, her arms snaking around your waist. While she preoccupied you with her kisses, her hands travelled higher and higher up you back, quickly unclasping your bra, making it fall. You tried to cover yourself up but Momo was having none of it, pulling your hads away from your chest.

    “You have nothing to be ashamed of.” She whispered against your lips, her fingers travelling all the way from your wrists, across your stomach and into the valley of your breasts, making goosebumps appear on your soft skin. A gasp left your mouth when she ran the tips of her fingers across your nipples, your head leaning back. Moving from your lips, she kissed across your jawline and down your neck, occasionally sucking on the gentle skin, leaving light bruises. You were moaning softly, the sensation new to you since the furthest you´ve ever gone was a kiss. She took one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking and licking over the hardened nub. You cried out when she unexpectedly bit it, moving to pay the same amount of attention to the other one.

    With her mouth still placed over your breast, she let her hands slide down your sides, fingers hooking behind the waistband of your skirt. She pulled at it, letting it snap against your skin. You raised your hips, letting her pull it down and throw it god knows where. As she once again started placing butterfly kisses against your skin, all the way down towards your lower abdomen, you blushed deeply. Before she had the chance to touch your lower regions, even if it was through the fabric of your panties, you pushed your legs together tightly. Momo didn´t seem to be phased by the action, and started to rub your thighs reassuringly. 

    Spreading your legs again, Momo stared into your eyes as she bit down on the waistband of your underwear, pulling it down with her teeth. Despite wanting to look away, you couldn´t. Your breathing fastened as her mouth got closer to your womanhood, her hot breath fanning over your glistening folds. You cried out at the moment Momo´s tongue came into contact with your lower lips, licking up a long stripe all the way to your clit. She repeated it a few times, each time swirling her tongue around your bundle of nerves, jolts of pleasure making your raise your hips. 

    You soon felt Momo push a single digit inside of you, curling it upwards each time she went to pull it out. By now you were a moaning mess, your skin covered in thin layer of sweat. Your cheeks were flushed and eyes closed as you desperatly pulled on the bed sheets. Unknown feeling started growing inside of you the more Momo worked on you, your voice louder with each moan. Finally, a wave of incredible pleasure washed over you, your walls thightening around her finger, her tongue licking up all your juices. 

    After you calmed down you finally opened your eyes, meeting Momo´s gaze.

    “There, it wasn´t that bad, or was it?” Momo chuckled as she noticed you blush for the third time that day. Your arms were shaking as you tried to sit up which didn’t go unnoticed by Momo. She pulled you to herself, both of you quiet. When you were about to pull away, Momo prevented it and whispered in your ear.

    “You know, I feel proud for being your first? Maybe even last if you let me.“ This time it wasnt you who blushed. You smiled at the indirect conffession and placed a chaste kiss against her lips as an agreement. 

     “It would be my pleasure.”

    Blocked at every turn Pt 1

    A/n - after watching earlier episodes and seeing how poor Magnus and Alec couldnt seem to catch a break with getting some alone time, this came out. As usual it took a life of its own so once again, be warned. If you like it let me know and i’ll post the second part

    The boys were at Magnus’s loft and what had started out as a simple conversation had evolved into a make out session. They were sitting on Magnus’s sofa, Alec leaning into Magnus,  his lips locked to his, one hand sits on his thigh and the other is cupping his neck. Alec deepens the kiss, wanting more but he can sense hesitation from Magnus. He pulls back, frowning.“Ok, so what’s wrong?”“Nothing, Alexander, why would you think that?”“Because I can feel you pulling away from me. Am I doing something wrong?” Alec looked so dejected and confused it made Magnus ache. He gave him a smile and put his hand on his arm, squeezing it gently.“No, my darling, it’s not you. I don’t want you to think that, you’re not doing anything wrong”
    “I’m confused so what’s the problem? I know I’m new to this but I can tell your holding back for some reason” Magnus looked away from him and sighed. He owed Alec an explanation but he was worried about his reaction.“Magnus, talk to me”“Alec, I know we’ve had a conversation about me being more experienced and you being new to all this and that we agreed that it wouldn’t matter, and it doesn’t. It’s just, I’m frightened that I’ll lose control with you and do something that you won’t like. I know who I am and as I’ve said before, I’m a lot to get used to. The thing is, being in love with you has caused me to have all these wants that I’ve repressed for so long to rise to the surface. There’s so much that I ache to do with you but then I remember that you are inexperienced and it would kill me if I lost control and did something you didn’t want to and you ran screaming in the other direction” Magnus felt himself holding his breath, waiting for Alec’s reply. It was hard to have such an open conversation with someone about such personal things when you had spent so many years closed off to the world.“First of all, I would never ran screaming from anywhere. Second, you seem to forget that I’ve been repressing my own feelings for a long time as well. The worst part was thinking that what I was feeling was wrong, not normal. You helped me realise that there was nothing wrong with me and I’m so grateful for that. Third, yes, this is my first true relationship and I’m well aware that I’m innocent about a lot of stuff but that’s why I need you to show me, teach me. I can’t think of anything that you would do that would make me want not to be with you. I love you too Magnus.” Magnus smiled at him and leaned over to place a soft kiss to his lips. He felt his body relaxing, the tension draining from him. He was right. He needed to stop treating Alec with kid gloves.“Thank you for being so honest with me about this, Alexander. Your right. I won’t hold back anymore. But I want you to promise me that if you feel uncomfortable about anything, you’ll tell me, ok?”“yes, ok. Can we go back where we left off now?” Alec reached for him, drawing him close again and covered his mouth with his own. This time when Magnus felt Alec wanting more he didn’t hesitate. He flicked the tip of his tongue out to touch his lips and heard Alec’s small intake of breath. He pressed back into him, encouraging him to continue. This time, Magnus darted his tongue past his lips, allowing it to explore Alec’s own tongue. He couldn’t help but smile when he heard the soft groan escape Alec.He pulled back softly.“all good?” he asked him. He could already see the answer all over his face. Alec’s eyes looked soft and his eyelids, heavy. Colour pinked his cheeks.“Shut up and get back here” he grabbed him by the front of his shirt and crashed his lips back to his. Magnus put a hand on his waist, slowly moving up his side, loving the feel of his warm muscled body under his hand. Alec still had both his hands bunched in the front of Magnus’s shirt, pulling him as close as he could against him. Magnus gave a small start when he felt Alec’s tongue give a small tentative flick to his lips. He widened the kiss and couldn’t help groaning himself when he felt his tongue touch his own. Alec let go of the front of his shirt and grabbed the back, fingers bunching in the material as he fought to drag it up. Magnus had lost himself in the kiss, his tongue exploring Alec’s mouth, a soft purr vibrating from him. And then he felt him give a muffled laugh. He pulled back, with a questioning look.“What’s wrong?”Alec smiled back at him, his eyes lowering. Magnus couldn’t seem to tear his eyes from that soft pink mouth, lips shiny from their kiss. He frowned and put a finger under Alec’s chin lifting his gaze back to his own.“It’s just, you taste good” Alec’s cheeks coloured, as he smiled back.“So do you, my love” Magnus grinned back, and leaned forward till their foreheads met.“I like that wine you’ve been drinking” Alec looked up at him from under thick black lashes. “Obvioulsy pizza was on the menu for lunch today at the institute” he replied and they both gave a chuckle.“I bet I know else would taste good” Magnus told him. Alec looked at him expectantly. “that deflect rune. It’s been driving me to distraction since I first saw you” He went to move towards his neck but Alec put his hands on his chest.“I want this off” he said, grabbing Magnus’s shirt once again.“Help yourself” Magnus, leaned back, his arms above his head. He smiled at the look on his face. He looked like a child unwrapping a birthday gift. Alec pulled the shirt over his head and off his arms, throwing it to the floor. He sat back, gazing at Magnus’s bare chest and torso. He saw him swallow, hard.“Your beautiful” he said softly, and reached out a hand placing it on Magnus’s pec muscles. He felt a thrill run through him from his touch, his eyes closing. When he opened them again, he heard Alec take in a breath before grabbing both his arms and pulling him into him, kissing him soundly.“By the angel, Mags, your eyes are so hot” he said, between kisses. Magnus realised with a start that he meant his demon mark eyes, that were amber and cat like. No one had ever said that to him before, usually they frightened people, that’s why he glamoured them most of the time. He must of let his guard down without realising it. He pulled back and reached for Alec’s t shirt, reefing it off him and throwing it to meet his own. When he went back to him, he headed straight for that deflect rune. He ran soft kisses from his jaw, feeling Alec tilting his head so he had better access. He mouthed its lines, working his way down to the pulse point at its base and gave it a playful nip. Alec gave a moan, his body arching into him.“Magnus! Aldertree needs you to come to………………….” Jace propped as his boots hit the rug in the living room. His eyes widened and he felt his face burn before he spun on his heal quickly, facing the way he had come in.“Oh damn, guys,…..man, I’m sorry I had no idea………” he spluttered.Magnus and Alec froze. Alec gave an impatient growl, throwing his head back and covering his eyes with his hand. Magnus sighed and rested his forehead on Alec’s chest.“Do you have any concept of privacy, Jace Wayland?” he asked, sitting back from Alec, missing his warmth immediately.“Ah, its Lightwood actually, and how was I supposed to know you two were in here getting some afternoon delight? I’m a Shadowhunter not a mind reader”“what about our parabatai bond? Couldn’t you tell something was up?” Alec asked, frowning. Magnus gave a small snort not daring to look in Alec’s direction.“Dude, lately it’s like your always ‘on’ so the answer to that question is no”Magnus cleared his throat and gave Alec a smirk. He smiled back, lowering his eyes.“can you turn around and at least tell me what was so important that it was worth ruining our afternoon for?” Magnus said.Jace turned but still had trouble looking directly at them as they sat back in the sofa, bare chested and breathing slightly heavy.“Aldertree needs you to track someone for him. He said he needs warlock tracking cause it’s stronger”“how urgent is this request? Can it wait till later?”“well, I’m not too sure, but I could probably stall him, tell him you were otherwise engaged till this evening.” Jace gave them a lop sided grin.“right, that’s settled then. You may go then Mr Wayland, Lightwood, what ever your calling yourself these days. Make sure the door closes on your way out” Magnus gave him a dismissive gesture with one ringed hand before turning back towards Alec. He reached up, pulling Magnus back to him by the chains that hung from his neck, his lips curved in hungry looking smile. Jace gave a cough and after mumbling something about getting a room, left the loft as quick as he could. 

    So here’s something I’ve meaning to get off of my chest for a while now.

    As you may have noticed, I have a love/hate relationship with this website.  There are some things I love about it, like amazing fan works, jokes, funny pictures, and puppies, and there is stuff I despise about it, like the broken-ass gender politics, the alarming amount of self-entitlement, the blatant spreading of misinformation, constant hypocrisy of users, and over-all pretentiousness of the entire website.

    As such, it’s not uncommon for me to receive this simple question over and and over again.

    “Why do you continue to stay on this site if most of it bothers you so much?”

    At first I didn’t have a solid answer.

    Sure the art is nice, and some of the people I have met were great, but there’s also all the other shit I mentioned earlier.

    It’s also worth noting that there were times where I actually DID consider saying “fuck it” and deleting everything.

    However, the more I thought, the more I realized that I had the answer this entire time.

    It’s because I care.

    You see, it’s no secret that tumblr is a host to many groups outside of what would be considered in today’s society as “normal”.  I happen to have many friends who fit that mould.  

    This website, despite being very public and very open, is considered a safe-space by those who use it.  It’s used as a way for people to find others to relate to, and leave all of their emotional baggage.  To be open and free about whatever the fuck they like.  Social Media wise, tumblr is perfect for that kind of environment.  Politics and activist-wise, it’s one of the worst places for it.

    You see, I have met many people who are outside of the cis heteronormative bubble.  They’ve told me their stories, their hobbies, their likes, but above all else they told me their struggles.  I have been told things that have moved me and broke my heart to the point of tears.  I welcomed these people into my life with open arms.

    I’ll be the first one to admit it.  I’m an asshole.  But the thing of it is, if you come to me wanting to tell me something, I’ll be more than happy to listen when no one else would.  That’s the thing most people don’t seem to get.  They look at my posts and look at the videos I make and think to themselves “wow what a fucking asshole” but they’re not seeing the big picture.  I’m an asshole because I care.

    I love my friends, and I would do anything I could to help them, even if it is as simple as a signal boost……..so when I see posts on tumblr, making the horrible shit they go through into a joke…I get mad.

    scratch that.

    I get furious.

    My LGBT friends, particularly those under the trans umbrella, have enough trouble fitting in and being accepted as it is.  So when I see people saying mindbogglingly ignorant posts like

    “gender is a social construct”
    “trans is a choice”
    “i wish everyone was trans”
    “I’m a polysexual genderfab space bunny and all of my headmates are named bob”

    I think back to my friends, and I think about how their struggles are already seen as a joke….now they gotta deal with THIS shit.

    Here’s the thing about gender being a social construct.

    If that was really the case, not only would Dr. John Money’s experiment be a legit success, David Reimer would still be a woman, and he would also still be alive.

    Gender isn’t a construct….Gender ROLES are.  To tell a trans person that gender is a construct would be to tell them their dysphoria is imaginary.

    Back on point, I reblog and piss and moan about tumblr because I care.  God damn it, I fucking care.  I give a shit when people I care about are made a mockery of by people trying to be “edgy” and “progressive” because their normal lives are just too mundane, so they spice it up by obtaining imaginary and quite frankly, bullshit labels so they can be “cool” and “hip” like all those trans and queer people they hear so much about…..because wanting to be part of a persecuted and abused group of people because “fuck cishet whitey” is the new goth phase I guess.

    Tumblr is the only place I have seen where people actively go out of their way to out-marginalize each other, to see who can get the most oppression points to use as an excuse to be an overall terrible human being.  Before they tell anyone else to “check their privilege” they desperately need to check their fucking entitlement.

    Another reason why I care is the grave-standing.  People using recent tragedies to attack problems that were completely unrelated to them to begin with, in order to further some twisted agenda.

    The most recent example of this I can think of is the recent and tragic suicide of Leelah Alcorn.

    When I read Leelah’s suicide note, my heart broke.  I couldn’t stop tearing up.  I didn’t want her death to be in vain.  I wanted people to know what happened to her, and that if they are ever in need of someone, they are not alone.  I was there to listen.

    However, my sadness quickly turned to rage when I found out people were attempting to use her as a scapegoat to further their own twisted agendas.

    To quote a specific example, Brianna Wu used her as an excuse to attack GamerGate, saying “look what GamerGate is doing to trans women” when Leelah never mentioned a single thing about the hash tag.

    Others were using her to promote their twisted brand of feminism, claiming that her death was a result of misogyny, rather than asshole parents who drank too much of the Jesus Juice. 

    It makes me so mad.  I can’t help but to talk about it, and there’s no way in hell you can convince me to keep quiet about it.

    To tell me to get off the website if it bothers me is such a fucking copout.  It isn’t like watching TV and changing the channel if something you don’t like comes on, there are real fucking people at stake.  I can’t turn off something that could effect a friend of mine, hurt a genuinely good cause, or is deliberately spreading misinformation.

    You know those stupid fucking pronouns I mentioned eons ago?  That they were making trans folks look more like freaks than people already make them out to be?

    Well guess what?  Because of those morons, several trans friends of mine are no longer being taken seriously about their dysphoria by their parents.  And you want to know why?  They found one of those stupid fucking blogs, and assumed that their child was simply going through a phase that would pass in a year or so, and is now refusing to give them the help and therapy they need.

    And you want me to just ignore that shit?

    To turn it off?

    To seep it under the rug?

    Not a chance in hell.

    I care about people I meet.  People I hang out with year after year.  Even if it’s only a few days a year at conventions, I still give a fuck about them.  I want to help them however I can.  And if helping involves being a blowhard asshole and putting idiots in their place then so be it.

    Haikyuu!! chapter 87 & 88 TsukiYama & Tsukishima bros ramblings

    This is a really long post that comes down to the conclusion of exactly how long Kei and Yamaguchi have been friends so just press J now and scroll back up a bit don’t want to read it all.

    ~-~-~

    Tsukishima Akiteru is about 6,5 years older than Kei, and since Akiteru’s birthday is in March, he is 7 years ahead of Kei in school.

    This means that in chapter 88, when Akiteru starts high school, Kei is in his third year of elementary school (age 8-9)

    I think this is the panel where the time skip between then and Akiteru’s 3rd year takes place, because when Kei says this:

    He’s in this classroom:

    Which could be year 3 class 5, or more likely year 5 class 3, but since Akiteru is in his 3rd year of high school, Kei is definitely in year 5 of elementary.

    When Yamaguchi is being bullied, the bullies say this about Kei:

    Which leads me to think that this event also takes place when Kei is in year 5. Of course, he could have been in class 3 in other years too, but Yamaguchi says “thanks for the other day” when he meets Kei again:

    Thus, I think the bullying took place at the start of the school year (they’re classmates, as you can see in the earlier picture, so Yamaguchi would have known Kei’s face during the bullying if they’d been classmates for longer).

    This also makes sense because when Kei asks Yamaguchi to come to Akiteru’s match with him, it’s the Interhigh prelims, which take place in early June. If the bullying hadn’t taken place in the beginning of the year, Kei and Yamaguchi wouldn’t have known each other well enough for Kei to invite him to come with.

    In the 5th year of elementary school, students are usually 10 years old and turn 11. Since both Kei’s and Yamaguchi’s birthdays take place AFTER summer, these cuties are both still 10 here:

    Skipping forward, when they go to Karasuno, Yamaguchi and Kei have been friends for 5 years already (and likely went to the same middle school. Otherwise they’d have been friends for 2 years in elementary and would then have met again in high school, which doesn’t feel like it fits the closeness between them at Karasuno.)

    What is that? I have the the giveaway the art giveaway!!

    So I want to thank you all for being both so fucking patient with me and my mood swings and my extra muse.

    So let’s celebrate it with a giveaway

    but rules first.

    Rules

    • One Like and reblog per person.
    • This is for my followers only
    • If you unfollow me after giveaway you will be disqualified
    • No giveaway blogs

    And…that is about it.

    Now onto prizes.

    First place will win

    a pinup 

    Halfbody

    Second place will win

    A headshot


    Third place will win

    a chibi

    and a

    aesthetic edit like this one

    okay so the deadline is till July first .

    anonymous asked:

    acchan, do you think tokyo ghoul:re is ending?? in my vision it has so many things that isnt solved yet.. its strange for me to think that it has only one or two arcs.. or maybe it will have a part 3 ?? :/

    Hey Anon :)

    And yes, unfortunately, I think we’re closer to the end than the beginning. I agree with you when it comes to the many things that aren’t solved yet of course (I made a list here when I talked about a possible third part), but considering the following…

    • the relationship between Kaneki and Touka blossoming
    • the CCG being destroyed bit by bit
    • an arc taking place into the 24th ward
    • and Kanou’s dead army being slowly formed

    …I think it means we only have two arcs left at best, which is to say the one that started with ch127 (in case we see some fighting) and maybe one more afterwards, because I based myself on the making of Kanou’s dead army and the notion that it will probably be “the ultimate villain” when it comes to the conflict between Kaneki’s side and Furuta’s, because of who might come back as zombies (Hairu, Shirazu, maybe Tatara and Karren, but also maybe Arima).

    For now I am not sure that Kanou’s dead army is ready though, which is why I’m considering that this arc might not be the last, but I could be dead wrong so please take all of this with a grain of salt, especially since we don’t know yet how big the timeskip is between ch126 and ch127.

    Finally, all I can say is that it will be hard for everyone when :Re ends, no matter if it ends well or not. :/ I was already following the manga when we got ch143 at the same time as the news that it was the last chapter of TG (without knowing about :Re yet) and it really was like a giant slap in the face, so I know the feeling. 

    Try to enjoy it while it lasts, okay? :3 It is 100% normal to be scared of it ending when it’s a weekly series and such an enjoyable one at that.

    Stay strong Anon :3 and have a nice weekend!

    Summer 2017 Anime Anticipation

    My friends, the end of spring is upon us  yet again, summer is approaching bringing with it my first quarter-century birthday and a wave of new anime of which there are no sequels of interest for me, so the list of shows I may end up watching is unusually diverse and pretty wild. HeroAca, Virgin Soul and Re:Creators continue into the summer too, the first two being brilliant, the latter… eh. I’ll talk about it in my final review of the season

    Top interest

    Shokoku no Altair: Definitely my most anticipated show of the season. The manga’s been making waves all over the place and getting praised for its story and beautiful artwork and since MAPPA now has all the money in the world after Yuri on Ice became the fifth (potentially even third, time will tell) best-selling anime since 2000, I hope they’ll do something really good with it.

    Ballroom e Youkoso: Production I.G. picking up another sports anime? And one based around an artistic-interpretative competitive sport? Sign me the fuck up a hundred times over! I gotta say though, that my excitement for this show has soured due to 1) the fucking giraffe necks in the concept art and 2) All the fuckboys rallying up around it saying “don’t worry, this one isn’t gay shit like Yaoi on Ice™”. But I still have high hopes for this

    Vatican Kiseki Chousakan: The premise sounds so kooky and cool and fun and I’m weak okay? It’s definitely different and sounds interesting so I hope it delivers

    Katsugeki Touken Ranbu: After the massive let down that was Hanamaru, my interest in this franchise has dwindled quite a bit. Since they’re doing this as a more plot-heavy historically-focused rendition of the characters, I’m hoping it’ll be more my kind of thing and that ufotable makes it look amazing.

    DIVE!!: The other sports anime of the season and it’s about diving of all things! Diving is one of my favorite sports to watch, but the studio doing this is kinda new so I’m worried they won’t be able to produce the animation this kind of sport would require. Fingers crossed. Just hoping it won’t be another Battery.

    High expectations

    Kakegurui: Looks cool? Not a concept I’ve seen before so I think it could be very fun and unique. I literally don’t know, I’m casting a sort of wide net because there are no sequels of interest for me this season but there seems to be an abundance of “I’ve never seen an anime about this!” shows which is kind of a rare thing in the medium.

    Isekai Shokudo: I’d usually pass on anything that uses ‘isekai’ on its title, but my interest for the growing trend of food-centric anime beats my zealousness against otaku isekai LN. Hopefully it’ll turn out sweet and fun

    Keppeki Danshi Aoyama-kun: The concept sounds weird enough to work in the same way that Tanaka-kun, Sakamoto, Saiki Kusuo and Nozaki-kun did. I’m only crossing my fingers for a weird af comedy, I ain’t asking for much.

    Who the fuck knows, could go either way

    The Reflection: This has been in the works for a while and it’s actually a collab with Stan Lee so basically I have no idea of what to expect but it has 50/50 chances of being amazeballs/a train-wreck and I’m quite curious.

    Centaur no Nayami: In principle I like the idea of a slice-of-life about centaurs, definitely looks like something more in my taste than raunchier monster girl shows, but since this is a Chinese coproduction and the main girl has huge tiddies I’m cautious about it.

    Saiyuki Reload: I haven’t watched the original Saiyuki –I’ve meant to, but my pile of shame is so big- so I don’t even know if I’d be able to watch it, but if it turns out to be something newbies on the franchise can enjoy, I’m definitely interested in checking it out

    The Fate Line aka I have no expectations whatsoever but still intend to check them out (maybe)

    Fate/Apocrypha: Back when this blog was young I managed to anger the Fate otaku because UBW was shit, but as I said repeatedly back then, Fate as a concept is something I find very engaging. Do I expect this one to be good? Nope. Why am I watching it then? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I mean if I suffered rape-facilitator Archer in UBW I can’t imagine Apocrypha can have something that’ll make me quit… unless it’s offensively boring which can always happen

    Konbini Kareshi: Everything below the Fate line I have no real expectations for, but if I have time to check this out it might turn out to be dumb and fun ala Starmyu or Dance with Devils. Who knows

    Hitorijime my Hero: I mean, it can’t be worse than Super Lovers…. Right?

    Netsuzou Trap: If there’s something I have even less faith in than questionable power dynamics BL it’s fetiche yuri. Still might try to watch ep 1, depending on the kind of reactions it gets

    And that’s the season folks. Really lots of variety and with no sequels, pretty much everything on the list is a wildcard. Still I hope the top 5 shows won’t be a disappointment. Oh well, even if they are I’ll stillhave HeroAca and Virgin Soul.

    What shows are you looking forward to for next season?

    illumynare  asked:

    Angst War Prompt: The Counsellor secretly brainwashed control phrases into all the Freelancer Agents. When he allies with Felix and Locus, he tells them the phrases to use on Wash and Carolina.

    All In the Phrase

    Disclaimer: Red vs Blue and related characters are the property of Rooster Teeth.
    Warnings:
    Language, Canon-typical violence, Psychological horror
    Rating: T

    A/N: Sorry if this doesn’t live up to expectations, but I actually REALLY love this idea and if I had been less of a procrastinator I would’ve played with it more!

    Over time, Aiden Price had become very keenly aware of how to survive in situations that were dog-eat-dog. And he very much understood, staring at the two mercenaries before him, that he was in one of those situations.

    “What can you give to us?” the one named Felix asked slyly.

    Keep reading

    I’m not a kid

    Words: 2211 of pure smut lmao

    Warning: Smut

    Reader X Jungkook

    Click here


    Originally posted by dream-bts

    You could say you had drink more than ever. You weren’t drunk, but you could feel the alcohol burning inside you. You were hanging out with Jimin and Jungkook as always. However, you never had understood why Jungkook was there, since you always saw him as a kid - despite the fact he was your age. Not that you didn’t like his presence, you loved it, he was one of your closest friends but he always looked like so… innocent.
    You were all sit on the couch, you between the two guys.
    “Wow, Y/N, I had never seen you drinking like this” Jimin pointed, a funny smile on his face.
    “I don’t have reasons to control myself” you said as you took one more shot. The vodka reached your stomach like fire.
    “She wanna get drunk” Jungkook said, obviously hiding his smirk as he saw your face twisting by the drink.
    “Shut up, kid” you said
    “We are the same age” he mumbled as Jimin laughed at your teasing.
    Jungkook called the waitress and ordered one more round of shots, and you looked up in time to see her blushing under Jungkook’s stare. She smiled in a obvious flirty way and you strangely felt a little of jealousy. However it was just a friendly jealousy, you thought.
    “Did you see that?” Jungkook asked Jimin, both with devilish eyes.
    “Yes. She obviously would let you fuck her” Jimin said and you gasped.
    “You are disgusting” you mumbled
    “No, we are just young and beautiful, sweetheart” Jungkook said and Jimin agreed.
    “Yes, Jimin may be, but you are just a kid” you groaned and his smile disappeared.
    “You could sleep without that” Jimin laughed out loud.
    “He deserved” you said, turning your body so your back was facing Jungkook, and you smiled at Jimin
    “You love me, right?” Jungkook groaned from behind you.
    “Be quiet while the adults are talking, kid” you said, not even turning to look at him and you heard his groan.
    A few hours later, after a little teases from you to Jungkook, it was time to go home.
    “Well, i’m gonna go home. Thanks for being my company, boys. See ya after ok?” you said as you hugged Jimin, but when you were about to hug Jungkook, he stepped away.
    “Actually, it’s too late. I think i’m going to take you home, if you don’t care” he said. You looked at your clock, and it really was late.
    “Ok, then” Jimin said “See you, Y/N. Jungkook you got the extra key?”
    “Yes”
    “Ok” Jimin said and got into his car.
    You and Jk made your way home, talking bullshits and joking.
    “Why do you keep calling me a kid?” Jungkook suddenly asked.
    “I…hum… I dunno Kookie. I see you as a kid. You are too innocent and I can’t see you like I see Jimin” you answered.
    “You know what, Y/N? I’m not that kid you think I’m” he said, you looked at him, his jaw was clenched. He looked so gorgeous. You didn’t say anything else till you got home.


    “Can I come in? I need to use the bathroom” Jungkook asked as you opened your apartment’s front door.
    “Yes, sure”
    You entered into the living room. He already had been in your house so you didn’t guide him.
    When he came back, he said he was leaving and you hugged him.
    “You know where is the door, right?” you asked playfully and he smiled, nodding. When you saw him going towards the door you went to your bedroom, not even checking if he had left. You started undressing yourself. You were just in your underwear when you realized you didn’t have heard the door being opened or even closed.
    You turned around to go checking and almost fell back when you saw Jungkook leaned on the door frame of your bedroom, staring at your semi naked body.
    “What the fuck?” you screamed “Jungkook, what are you doing? Get the fuck out of here, now!” you said as you tried to cover yourself with your hands.
    He just smirked. You got confused.
    “So, you really think I’m…what did you call me? Ah! An innocent kid?” he said, tilting his head to the side.
    You froze. You didn’t know what was happening or what was about to happen.
    “Jungkook, I am semi naked. If you got hurt because I called you that, please, at least let me dress myself up and then we can talk about it, ok?” you said, still trying to cover yourself.
    “That’s the problem, Y/N” he said, and started to walk towards you. You felt your heartbeats getting faster and stepped away. “I don’t wanna talk about me not being a kid”, he was in front of you now. “I wanna show you” he said and leaned in. You looked into his eyes and they were full of lust. The way he was looking at you… You grabbed his neck, trying to pull him closer but then he pushed you against the wall. You gasped as you felt your back touching the cold surface. He grabbed your wrists with one hand and put then above your head. The other managed to squeeze your waist and finally his lips touched yours. The kiss wasn’t passionate. It was rough and you liked it.
    He bit on your bottom lip and pulled it, earning him a moan from you. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, exploring every part of it. His hand left your waist and found your ass, squeezing it harshly as his mouth went down to your jawline and soon reached your neck. He sucked on your exposed skin, often giving you soft bites. He let your wrists go and you automatically wrapped your fingers on his hair, pulling him even closer. You felt his smirk against you.
    “Seems like the kid is making you feel good, right?” he teased and you groaned in response. He slapped your ass and you gasped. “Answer me right when i’m being so nice to you” he said, biting your skin a little bit harshly.
    “Yes, kid” you teased him to push him even further. He pulled away from you and slapped your cheek softly.
    “Don’t fucking call me that when I am so close to fuck you” he groaned and you smirked. You felt yourself getting wet by his words and actions.
    He started getting down, licking your breasts, your stomach and then he was kneeled in front of you. You looked down at him, he was looking up at you. That was so hot, so intimate. Your head was spinning. You were almost fucking one of your best friends. Jungkookie. The kid. He leaned in and rubbed the nose from your thigh to your semi clothed pussy.
    He teased you, biting and licking over your panties, you whimpered because all you really wanted was to feel him better. He stood up and stared at you.
    “Take your bra off” he whispered. You did as he said. He sighed when he saw your boobs. He grabbed your now bare breasts, squeezing one softly as his tongue played with the other. You moaned, arching your back.
    He pulled away and undressed himself. You looked at his already hard cock and licked your lips. He pumped himself as he stared at you. His tip was dripping with pre-cum.
    “You wanna it, huh?” he teased and you nodded.
    “I dunno if you deserve anything from me. I am a kid, remember? This wouldn’t be right” he teased.
    You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to beg, and you were excited enough to do that.
    “Jungkook please. Please let me suck your cock” you begged and he immediately forced your shoulders down and you kneeled in front of him. You grabbed his erection and started moving your hand up and down slowly and his head fell back. “Are you gonna tease me all night, sweetheart? Or are you gonna suck my fucking dick?” he groaned and your clit screamed for you to be touched. You kept teasing him, licking the head of his cock and he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He wrapped his fingers on your hair and forced your head, so he was fully into your mouth. You gripped his thighs with your nails trying to push him away but he didn’t let you. “No, baby girl. Take it, take my fucking dick” he groaned, bobbing your head in and out. You managed to lick every part of his cock and looked up at him. He was staring at you with darkened eyes and you kept eye contact. You supposed he was about to cum because he pulled you away from him with a pop.
    He pulled you up and told you to lay down on the bed. You did as he said. He crawled over you and placed his lips on yours. He pulled away and did spread your legs apart. He placed himself between them and kissed your stomach, licking and sucking. You moaned in pleasure. His hands started squeezing your waist, then your boobs. He kissed you again and his hand finally reached your still clothed pussy. He rubbed small circles on your clit and you couldn’t help but whimper.
    “Jungkook, please” you begged
    “Does that feels good?” he asked
    You moaned in response and he smirked devilish. He put your panties aside and easily did slide one finger inside you.
    “You’re so fucking wet. Are you this wet for me? This kid?” he teased
    “Jungkoook, pleaseee” you whimpered.
    “Who are you this wet for?”
    “You” you whispered
    “Good” he said and finally took off your panties. His thumb played with your clit, adding pressure and your eyes shut closed. You needed more. He did slide one finger into you again, and then a second, finally a third. The room was filled with wet sounds your pussy was doing. You were about to cum on his fingers when he suddenly put them out, making you groan. He pumped his dick a few times and placed his tip on your entrance, but didn’t push in, and you tried to move yourself against him to earn some friction.
    “What do you want, Y/N?” he asked as he pushed in only the tip and circled it slowly, teasing you even more
    “God damn, Jungkook! Please just do me!” you begged and he smirked.
    “I think you’re not being clear enough"he teased
    You got frustrated. You needed him to fuck you.
    “Please, please jungkook fuck me hard and senseless ” you begged and his smirk appeared again.
    “As you wish, princess” he said and slammed into you.
    “Fuck” he groaned “your so tight”
    He pulled out slowly and you cried out with the emptiness you felt. He slammed in again and you gasped.
    His thrusts were very very slow, you needed more. You half cried and half moaned, begging him for more.
    “jungkookie…” you moaned. He leaned in and kissed you, his thrusts still in a slow pace. “More, please”
    He stopped moving and turned you around, he pulled your butt a little bit up and pushed into you again from behind. He grabbed your hair, pulling your head and leaned in. “Do you like to feel my cock on your tight little pussy?” he whispered on your ear.
    You managed to say a clear “yes”. His thrusts became faster and harder. He was pushing in really deep, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.
    “You’re really hot” he groaned. The sound of his skin slapping yours turned you on even more. His hand that wasn’t wrapped on your hair was now playing with your nipples and then started rubbing your clit, adding pleasure.
    He stopped moving again and did lay down. He tapped his lap, signaling you.
    “Ride me” he said and you straddled his hips. He grabbed your waist and lowered you slowly, but you were so nasty you lowered yourself with a slap against his thigh.
    “Fuck” he gasped. You started moving up and down, his hand reached your breasts and played with them. He was thrusting really deep and every thrust was pushing you over the edge. You felt your climax getting closer and closer as he thrusted into you.
    “Cum for me” he said and slapped your ass. That was enough for you, the mix of pain and pleasure making you cum.
    “Jungkook” you moaned and when he heard his name coming out from your mouth, he came too.
    “Fuck, Y/N” he groaned as he released inside you.
    You got off his lap and did lay beside him, both breaths heavy. 


    You both were cleaned up and dressed up. You were sit on the edge of your bed and he stopped in front of you. He grabbed your chin and made you look at him.
    “Did I hurt you?” he asked
    “No. Jungkook, that was amazing” you said, blushing. He smirked and sighed.
    He pulled you up. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your lips, which was nothing seemed like those he gave you when you were fucking. He pulled away and smirked at you, leaning his forehead on yours.
    “So, still see me as a kid?” he asked.

    first lady, two.

    Originally posted by mvssmedia


    pairing: taehyung x reader
    word count: 3.3k
    content: kinda fluff, angst, mention of physical violence, high school!au, ice hockey!au and a considerable amount of cheese

    one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

    A couple of weeks after the whole incident, you kept on living your life as if nothing has happened. You couldn’t allow things to get any different if you wanted to proof that you were noone else’s first lady but yourself. But you kept your head up, acknowledging every move from your captain that seemed to be indifferent to the fact that even if you noticed things that easily slipped away from your sight, you were back to your old routine - being nothing but school and teammates.

    His intentions were finally clear to you and his actions finally reasoned, but it didn’t mean you found yourself acting any different around him and that was your best play - on ice and out of it.

    Keep reading

    Speak Up

    // In which Justin interrupts Y/N’s tlc time //

    *Contains Mature Content*

    ——————————-

    I made my way into my apartment with a sigh of relief as I set my purse on the counter and slid off my heels. Work as been kicking my ass so hard for the past month that, I’ve barely been able to have anytime to myself. With a big client wanting to be in partnership with the business, it was a struggle to come up with compromise that everyone would be satisfied with.

    It was either the stress work has put on my or just my general desperation for relief but, regardless of the reason, I was on a whole new level of sexual frustration. Not getting off in weeks has left me on the edge.
    With work stressing me out and having me up all night writing up new contracts, my whole social life was lagging. If I didn’t have time for a lunch date with a friend, I definitely wasn’t able have one of my usual hook ups come by. I’m not going to lie, this past couple of months has been a dry spell. Since none of my boys could come through, I wasn’t afraid of taking matters into my own hands, literally.

    Not wasting any time, I stripped off the dress I wore to the office.
    Already soaking through my panties, I rubbed gently over the lace. The soft fabric pressed against my clit making my legs shake already. As I continued to tease myself, I unclasped my bra and and kneaded my breast with my unoccupied hand. Unable to take the the teasing, I pulled off my panties and sprawl out on the bed.

    I sucked on a finger before making contact with my wet pussy. I hissed at the amazing feeling of touching myself as my finger entered me slowly. After adjusting, I wasted no time to work myself up. A minute later, I had two finger scissoring myself open, moaning loudly for what was to come. With a familiar rhythm, I whined as almost hit that spot inside that makes me see white. Knowing that I was stretched, I forced myself to pull my fingers out and get my pink vibrator from the top draw of the bedside table.

    I moaned when the cold pink silicone rubbed perfectly against my clit. Unable to hold back any longer, I started working the toy into myself at a fast rhythm. Letting my mind wander as I pleasured myself, I started to imagine myself with someone else. My fantasies went from man to man before settling on Justin.

    He may be my close friend but he was more than just that. His pure charm and shameless sex appeal has lead me to want more than just friendship. Too often, I’ve imagine him come to my office and bend me over my desk in the middle of work or fuck me in the bathroom when we go clubbing together. I just want him around me. I want him in me. I just want him.

    My pussy soaked as I imagined him between my legs, feasting upon me. I screamed his name as I thought of grabbing him by his newly blonde hair and holding on as he makes me feel pleasure levels never reached before. I wanted him to flip me over and fuck me hard as I moaned into my pillow. I had a few minutes of imagining and I was so fucking close. I squeezed you eyes together tightly when I found I bundle of nerves. Holding the vibrator in place, I turned it on and let out a scream as it pulses against my g spot. Just as I screamed, I heard knocking at the door. I prayed to god that the person will go away as, I quickly fuck the toy into myself imaging it was Justin’s cock.

    The pounding on the door continue so I found it impossible focus on my pleasure. I couldn’t push myself over the edge with someone bothering me so, at the brink of my well deserved orgasm, I pulled out and turned off the vibrator leaving it on the bed for me to come back to.

    At the next round of knocks that assaulted the door, I screamed that I was coming (but not in the way that I truly wanted). Putting on nothing but a big t shirt and cotton shorts you angrily opened the front door.

    “Hey! It took you long enough to open the door,” your best friend, Justin said as he pulled you in for a hug before letting himself in. My vision blurred after realizing that while I had less than pure thoughts about him, he was right outside my door.

    “Hey?” I look up confused up at him as he sets down all the stuff he was carrying onto the counter.

    “I know you have been so busy at work and this is your only day off of work so I decided to stop by. It’s been a minute since we’ve chilled so I picked up a pizza and some movies,” he shrugged. Justin was known for stopping by unexpectedly but, not usually without a thirty minute warning text. I looked him up and down and mentally groaned because his appearance was both a blessing and a curse. With ripped up jeans and a plain shirt that showcased his body just right, the only thing I wanted to do was get on my knees.

    “You okay?” he asked. When he set the box of pizza on the coffee table in the living room.

    “Yeah,” I nodded. ‘No’, I actually thought. “Um, Justin-” I started in a pleading voice at the fact that I had more important matters at hand.

    “You sure? You look properly fucked right now,” suddenly, a smirk lit up his face, “Y/N were you getting dick while I was at the door? Because I can leave if some dude is in your bed right now jerking off,” Justin held his hands up in surrender. The cocky smile on his face made me want to sit on it just to shut him up.

    “Fuck off. The only guy in my apartment is you and unless you get into my bed with your cock out, all of your allegations would false,” I rolled my eyes.

    “Damn, if I knew that’s how you wanted me, I would have showed up naked. But just so you know know, It’s never too late to have a taste of the bieberconda,” he grabbed at his bulge while licking his lips playfully.

    “Drink bleach,” I glared at him before going into the kitchen for some water to cool me off, his cackle ghosted into the air like he was a damn comedian.

    “Alright so there’s Netflix and I brought Spider-Man 2, Beyond the Lights, Breaking Dawn Part 2, fast and Furious 6, Lady and the Tramp, Mission Impossible, 50 Shades of-” Justin listed.  

    “50 Shades,” I called out because if I weren’t going to be getting off anytime soon, at least I could watch someone else.  Internally, I grimaced as I walked over to the couch with my shorts rubbing me in every right way with every step I took.

    “You’ve always been so kinky,” Justin winked.

    “Shut up,” I rolled my eyes then tossed a pillow at him as he put the movie into the DVD player. After starting the movie, Justin took his position as the big spoon behind me on the couch. With his arm wrapped around my waist and my butt pressed against his crotch, I regretted choosing this movie as the first erotic scene plays on the screen.

    My eyes devoured the scene in front of my, imagining that that was I being dominated. Justin, who had been making comments about the terrible acting earlier, was now silent as the two of us watched the movie unfold. By the third sex scene, I was so embarrassingly wet that it would probably show through my shorts.

    Squirming at the thought, I shifted back slightly. When I was pressed up firmly against Justin there was no mistaking the way he moaned out and the gripping of his hands as he held you in place.

    “Please stop moving,” he rasped out, his cock twitching as it pressed against me. Everything inside of me wanted to challenge him and ask ‘or what’ but before I got the chance, he spoke again. “I, um- this is a bit awkward,” Justin laughed in my ear. This wasn’t the first time Justin has popped a boner while cuddling but this time there is a very slim chance of it going away on its own with what was being played on the screen.

    “I’m going to use the bathroom,” Justin excused himself as he moved from behind me and made his way into my bedroom, where the bathroom was connected.

    I watched as he entered the hallway and he walked into the bedroom. It wasn’t until I paused the movie, that I realized my fatal mistake. “Wait Justin!” I yelled as I set remote down and ran into my room after him. There Justin was, at the edge of my bed staring at the vibrator I left on the sprawled covers.

    “Is this what you were doing before I got here?” Justin asked, turning to me with blown pupils, my body inched away from his.

    “Justin,” I groaned from embarrassment.

    “I asked you a question,” He ignored my protest while looking looking me up and down before meeting my eyes again like I was his prey. Just from the look of his face, I could feel myself drip a little more into my shorts.

    “Yes,” I said quietly, never breaking the eye contact. With my single worded answer, Justin was pressing me to the wall with his lips on mine.

    “Did you cum, baby?” He asked, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He squeezed at the handfuls of ass he was holding, waiting for my answer.

    “No.” At that next single word, I was pinned down to bed with Justin grinding filthily into my burning hot center.

    “I’ll change that,” Justin promised, taking off my shorts.  

    “God, you’re soaking, Y/N,” he said in awe. Without warning, he spread my shaking legs open and pressed his finger against my clit. I arched my back and yelled out a string of cuss words.

    “Shhh baby,” he kissed me fondly trying to distract me from the much bigger finger entering me. He moved around slowly making me cry out for him to do something.

    “Please Justin,” I begged as he teased two fingers inside of me. Not being familiar with this part of my body, he changed angles until he found the one location that make me scream the loudest yet. Once he found that spot, he purposely avoided it, depriving you of the intense pleasure you could be feeling. “Fuck Justin, please,” I whimpered into my hands.

    “Who were you thinking about when you were on your own?” He asked while pounding his fingers inside of me. I bit at my bottom lip as he continued to work me open. I didn’t answer when he asked me for the second time, earning me to be flipped on my stomach with my ass in the air.

    “You’re not getting shit until you speak up,” Justin slapped my ass before rubbing it better. I let out a hiss as I rocked back and forth trying to get my fingers back inside me. I screamed out when I felt the buzz of my vibrator against my clit again.

    “Who. Were. You. Thinking. About.” Between each word, Justin slapped my ass before finally turning the toy up a notch, making my arms collapse beneath me.

    “You,” I whined. I shook as Justin’s arm around my waist held my ass up in the air and he continued to drag the vibrator up and down my center.

    “Me doing what?” He asked as he put the toy down and his fingers back inside of me.

    “Shit, Justin,” I moaned out when both fingers met my spot.

    “What was I doing, Y/N?”

    “Eating me out!” I finally confessed, as my legs started shaking uncontrollably. Without further conversation, Justin leaned down and licked a stripe up my center before flipping me back on my back and fucking his tongue into me. My hands instantly latched into his blonde hair and pushed his head further into me. He moaned while sloppily eating me up.

    “Justin- I- I need to-” I tried to warned but when his finger met my spot one final time as he sucked on my clit, I was done for.

    An orgasm like I have never felt before torn through me and left me shaking as I came down from my euphoric state.

    After recovery, I switched our positions. As soon as his boxers were down and I got my hands around him, he was panting. My small brown hand vastly contrasting his pale skin. I pumped his cocked but decided to tease by blowing on the tip.

    “Fuck Y/n,”

    “Yes?” I asked before mouthing and kitten licking the head. Justin let out a groan and thrust his hips up. I tsked in disapproval and used one hand to hold his waist down and the other to pump slowly on his cock as I got more of him into my mouth.

    “God you’re gagging on it” I moaned sending vibrations up his cock. I let my hand slide from his waist to his balls then gave a squeeze and he was done for.

    He didn’t even have a chance to warn before he was coming down my throat. He rode out his orgasm by thrusting shallowly into my mouth.

    “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he apologized, embarrassed at how fast he came. He looked down on me when I didn’t reply. His eyes met mine as  I swallowed the cum I was holding in my mouth.

    “Fuck get up here,” he pulled me on top of him and kissed me lazily. My taste of his lips, his taste on mine.

    “So what other movies did you bring?” I asked.

    “Avengers, Hunger Games, the Friends box set,” he hummed.

    “Movies or round two?”

    “You’re going to be the death of me,” he kissed me again while grabbing at my ass.

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    i’ve been holding on to this bad boy for a while so i hope you enjoyed it! i’m taking requests so, send them in - drea💫