mutual avoidance

Olicity in 5x20

There were a lot of emotional layers in this episode, but one thing I really appreciate is that the writers had Oliver and Felicity work together as partners–essentially, rediscovering the core component of their relationship–which served as the catalyst for delving into the underlying issues they’ve mutually been avoiding for so long. As they work to restore the power in the bunker (read: home), they are working to restore themselves to each other (read: also home). When Oliver and Felicity each try separately to escape the bunker, both of their ideas fail. It is only by working as partners–her intelligence, his skill–that they are able to get free. 

Even the title Underneath contains multiple meanings. As Oliver and Felicity go down into the abysmal, gross, unexplored tunnels beneath the arrow bunker, they are simultaneously forced to dig down into and scrape the bottom of the darker, unexplored heart of their relationship. The only way to escape the physical entrapment of the bunker is to escape the emotional state of limbo they’ve been trapped in for ages. 

Oliver and Felicity’s laborious and dangerous struggle through the tunnels together represents the struggle of their relationship. They found themselves in each other before; they find the beginnings of freedom with each other in 5x20.

Once they reach the very bottom of the tunnels–when Oliver physically cannot go a step further–that’s when Oliver feels he’s reached the emotional end of himself. In the deepest, darkest corner of the arrow bunker (of their home), he finally tells Felicity his deepest, darkest secret. And it’s in that most helpless of places that Felicity’s belief in him shines brightest. 

The message of 5x20 is clear: Oliver and Felicity are the foundation of the team and the show. 

i was tagged by @brausur (thanks! tbh i’ve been a fan of your amvs for even longer than i’ve had a tumblr lol)

rules: list 10 songs you’re vibing on and tag 10 mutuals

lianne la havas - “don’t wake me up” (m o o d)

radiohead - “weird fishes”

nujabes (feat. MINMI) - “shiki no uta”

glass animals - “toes”

amy winehouse - “the girl from ipanema”

daughter - “how”

the black keys - “little black submarines”

mree - “talkabout”

warpaint - “heads up”

amy lee - “with or without you” (real talk: i would die for amy lee)

ok and the mutuals that i tag are: @lighghtmusic-2 @deathscientist @queerskating @ask-royai-lty @bishamcxn @powerbadger 

Soundtrack of Us (Part Three) - You Get What You Give/The Flashback

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

Word Count: 2600+ words

Pairing: AU!Dean x musician!reader 

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Ellen & Jo Harvelle, Castiel Russell (OC), Dan (OC)

Warnings: Character Death (not main), marijuana and alcohol abuse, angst, little snarky reader and Dean, kinda fluff, more angst

Summary: Y/N is a local artist with standing gigs at a coffee shop and a bar in a small town in North Carolina. She’s run from some things at home, but life has finally fallen into place in Asheville. Music is her life and her only worry in life, until she meets a pair of hypnotizing green eyes.

Author’s Note: Bare with me, y’all. This one is kind of a rollercoaster. What happened with Russell? Do Dean and reader get a chance??? You’re about to find out guys. 

Flashback italicized, song lyrics bold and italicized.
Song used: You Get What You Give - New Radicals (I like the cover by the Maine as well!)

“Thanks for hanging out, guys,” you spoke into the microphone at the end of your set, “have a good night and drink safe.”

You scurried off your stage and hid yourself in the thick of the crowd. You didn’t want to talk to Dean. Not here, not now. You made a lot of tip, you loved the drunk money-blowers who would accidentally drop twenties instead of ones. You deserved some shots, you thought.

You spotted Jo and made your way to her with lemon drop shots in hand and balancing a beer between your chest and your forearm. When you spotted her, she was listening intently to the voice of a clean cut brunette. He had beautiful blue pools in his eyes and scruff that could have only been a few days old. He wore a khaki trench coat which made you cock an eyebrow, but his looks were more than enough to let it slide. Jo was mesmerized by the man. You knew this because this conversation was different; she was always the one who did the talking, never the listening. She glanced past the man and looked at you, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. That was your sign to keep distance, she was working him up to take her home. Go, Jo. Two shots for you. Go, you.

You aimlessly walked around the bar with the stout that Sam served you. It was getting warm and unbearable to drink, but you needed a buzz through all the small talk and compliments on your singing that the bar goers threw your way. You especially needed the buzz when you saw a pair of bow legged jeans make their way towards you.

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valaraukars  asked:

I've been backreading p much your entire blog (tho still on it so I might not have all the infos), but about Fingon-perpetual-faker-of-his-own-death: Does that mean he's still around for the 3rd age? Are Maglor, Daeron and Fingon left wandering M-E in mutual avoidance only to periodically run into each other ('I was sulking on this desolate rock FIRST!') Did they pick up Glorfindel after his 2nd go-around and form a barber shop quartet? How close are we to achieving Highlander AU? MANY QUESTIONS

The white wings of the gulls sliced up the sky, just as their mournful wailing cut the silence. 

Maglor watched them, long coat and long hair flapping in the salt wind coming off the water, until they began to squabble over a discarded packet of Doritos and the melancholic effect was ruined. 

“It’s better to burn out than to fade away,” he told them mournfully. Burn with the same passion that had consumed his father and taken his brothers one by one. Burn like the silmaril had burn-

The rumble of an engine and the screech of tires roused him from his reverie. “Hey. Hey Maglor,” cried a voice deep and melodic, pitched to be audible over the motorbike’s roar. 

Though there was little point in it, Maglor pretended that he had not heard. 

Fingon ignored that he was being ignored and leapt from his bike to stand beside Maglor upon the cliffs. “So we’re starting a band. You wanna join?”

Raven tresses whipping in the wind, Maglor turned his face away. “I…cannot.“ His voice, once the loveliest to grace the courts of Tirion, was a hoarse croak, no more musical than the shrieking of the gulls.

“Yeah, Daeron said you’d say that. Said you were all washed up.” Fingon leant over and picked some seaweed from Maglor’s collar. “I told him we should ask you anyway. For old times’ sake.”

“I don’t need your pity,” Maglor said piteously. 

“Listen, I can bully you and cajole you and trick you, but sooner or later you’re going to join this stupid band. It will be much easier for both of us if you take the path of least resistance now.”

Maglor considered his options, weighed who was likely to win in a pitched battle of wills between himself and his cousin, and conceded. 

“Who wants to live forever?” he said gloomily, hauling himself onto the pillion of Fingon’s motorbike. 

Science Fair part 6

Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel

Bucky high school AU request, where he and the Avengers are basically the popular crowd but not arseholes and the Reader is kind of nerdy and just keeps to herself and her small group of friends but catches his eye? xxx - anon

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Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

It had been three weeks since the incident, since then you had only seen Bucky a few times. At first he had tried to come over and apologise to you again but you refused to listen, in fact you just kept talking over him to Florence and Clarisse as if he wasn’t even there. You knew it was a bit of a dick move but it was the only way you could think to protect yourself from breaking down in the middle of the hallway. Soon enough he got that you didn’t want to talk to him, occasionally you would make eye contact if you passed by but both of you quickly and abruptly changed routes so you would have to interact with each other.

Surprisingly, Steve had become someone you could call a friend. You had art classes four times a week and he had taken to sitting next to you in lessons, he too at first had tried to get you to forgive Bucky but after you said you didn’t want to talk about it he never brought it up again. You got to know him better, you talked about your favourite films, your favourite music and artists, your favourite books, the general stuff that gave you and insight into who he was past ‘Cap’ and the Avengers.

Steve was actually better at art than you thought, not that you had ever thought he was a bad artist because you hadn’t seen any of it but he was a tremendous artist, he even showed you a few tricks you had never thought of to get the right shading or angle or not smudge your drawing.

The task you had been assigned today was to paint something from memory in as much detail as you could think of. “Wow, that’s really good,” Steve complimented when he glanced over at your work.

You had painted a small patch of blue and purple pansies with a watering can as the main focus, “Thanks,” you smiled brightly at him, “Pansies are my favourite kind of flowers. Yours is really good, too,” Steve had painted an apartment block that looked a bit run down but welcoming.

“It was where I used to live in Brooklyn,” he explained.

Even though you had become friends with Steve you rarely saw Bucky, he no longer waited outside class for Steve knowing that you would also be there and it wasn’t as if you would hang out with Steve outside of lessons after all he still was part of the Avengers. Though, becoming sort of friends with him had put you on the map enough that people might vaguely know who you were when asked about you and described.

Another month passed and your life had settled down, it was as if the whole thing with Bucky had barely even been a blip on the radar. Yes, it still hurt to think about what happened but not to the extent you wanted to cry about it anymore, you were moving on. Florence and Clarisse had tried saying you were being too hard, that everyone makes mistakes but the way you saw it was you had barely even had a relationship to begin with so there was no point in trying to salvage what was never there.

Besides, you and Bucky had come to a mutual silent agreement to avoid each other whenever possible without making a fuss about it. School life continued on around you. In the background you could hear people talking about Tony’s new girlfriend, or that Bucky had been single for a long time now, or that Clint and Natasha had another fight and were now on the market.

Background chatter.

Another month, it was halfway through November now, when you passed Bucky in the halls you would even give each other a small polite smile and hurry quickly onwards. You were at your locker getting some books for the next lesson when you overheard two girls talking next to you, “Why don’t you ask him out, it’s not like he’ll turn you down. He’s been single for almost two months you know he’s looking to get some by now.”

“I don’t know, I heard he’s dating Helena now,” the second one sounded dejected.

“Wasn’t she dating Bucky two years ago?” the first asked.

You hadn’t really been paying attention before but at this you tuned in.

“Mhm, I suppose they’re back together.”

“Darn,” the girl sighed, “It probably won’t last long. He goes through them like nothing.”

“True,” the second girl agreed.

The bell rang and they walked off, you closed the locker door and didn’t move for a moment processing what you had just heard. So apparently Bucky had moved on to this Helena girl. You shouldn’t be surprised, you shouldn’t be angry, and yet the thought didn’t sit right with you.

You swallowed and forced yourself to get moving to class. If Bucky wanted to date someone then fine for him, you told yourself, it didn’t concern you anyway.

After two or three week of Bucky and Helena dating you got used to it, it no longer bothered you to hear about them being together or see them in the hallway. You supposed it was personal growth, you realised the initial negative reaction had just been the shock of it all, you were happy with where you were in life, and if Bucky was happy then you were happy for him. You smiled to yourself, you could safely say that you were on your way to being over Bucky Barnes. Thing is, he wasn’t over you.


A/N- I know this is short but believe me when I say the next chapter is going to be longer. What are your thoughts so far? Let me know! Requests are open <3

Have You

Hoseok x Reader


Genre: Smut but theres a hECK TON OF FLUFF

Words: 4.5k whOOPS

Warnings: Lil tiny daddy kink, light spanking, lil bit of teasing here and there

Summary: He’s was your bad boy, and you were his good girl. You had always avoided your mutual feelings towards him for your studies. You two had a study date, and this time, this time he wasn’t going to let you go.

A/N: for @yoonkookgrl​ because i wanted to !!! this got too long im so sorry im terrible at writing smut so so sorry

Originally posted by btsumari

You huffed as you left your class. Your professor had given you a B+, when you most certainly should’ve gotten an A! You knew it wasn’t really anything to be upset about, but you just couldn’t help it. You were such a perfectionist when it came to your grades and your work. You had high standards for yourself.

Your friends were jealous of your relationships with your professors. Most of them loved you, and your friends simply dismissed it as you being a nerd. You didn’t mind it though, you knew they were just playing around. You couldn’t really deny it though, you just loved it when you received high marks or got a perfect grade on an assignment. Then again, you were always cooped up in your dorm when all your friends were partying. You longed to hang out with them, but your assignments have been piling up lately, and you haven’t had any down time.

You were walking down the corridor, lost in your thoughts, when you suddenly bumped into someone in front of you. You stumbled backwards and almost fell on your ass. Coherent words seemed to fail to come out as you attempted to talk a mile a minute. “I-I am so so sorry! I d-didn’t mean to! I’m really s-sorry! I must be i-in your way, I’ll just-”. Before you could finish your sentence, a hand grabbed hold of your arm and pulled you so you were standing straight.

“Woah, woah, slow down there, princess. Are you okay?” the voice spoke, and you recognized it immediately. No one else called you princess like that. You finally looked up right into the eyes of who you bumped into, and you blushed immediately. “I-I’m fine. can let go now. And I’m not your princess.” You pouted, trying to pull your arm out of your grip. Hoseok only smirked and held you closer.

“Aw, but I’ve missed you, (Y/N). You haven’t been coming out with your friends lately, why’s that?” He asked with genuine interest. His grip loosened a bit, enabling you to slip your arm free, even though you two still stood a little too close for comfort. “I’ve been busy, Hoseok. I actually care about my grades.” You huffed a little impatiently. You had one more class before you could go home and finish your work. You only had two assignments left to finish. Hoseok, being the ‘bad boy’ he is, didn’t spend all of his time studying. Most of the time, he was partying or doing something illegal. Somehow he still managed to pass.

Hoseok let out a laugh and grinned at you brightly. It wasn’t his usual smirk, it was the grin that made you blush and stutter, but nonetheless smile back at him. “You’re such a nerd, princess.” He said and flicked your nose. Then his face lit up with an idea. “Since you’re so smart, could you help me study tonight?”

Your ears perked up at that. Hoseok? Studying? It was hard to imagine. “You want me? To help you study?” You questioned, absolutely shocked at his request.

Hoseok’s hand started twirling a strand of your hair. “Mostly the first part, but yes. I’m kinda sorta failing this one class, and I can’t have that, ya know? You’re in that class. So you should help me.”

You sighed, hoping he didn’t see the blush on your face. “Fine, Hoseok. But no funny business, alright?” You said, poking at his chest. Hoseok pouted and reluctantly nodded. “Not even one kiss?” He said and you laughed and punched him in the arm. It was always like this with Hoseok. Him shamelessly flirting with you, trying to take you out somewhere, and you denying him for your studies. Maybe another time, you would always say.

Although you couldn’t deny your own feelings for the strikingly handsome man.

You decided to flirt back for once, just for the fun of it. “Maybe one kiss, but that’s only if you really study!” Hoseok was taken back by that, and his cheeks flushed cutely. He smiled and pulled you into a hug that lifted you off of your feet. You giggled and squirmed. “P-Put me down! People are looking!”

“Let them look. That way they’ll know you’re mine.” He murmured into your hair and your face turned a bright shade of red. When he finally put you down, his hand lightly brushed against your cheek. It was an intimate gesture, and it made your heart beat faster. “I’ll see you, princess.”

“Y-Yeah, I’ll see you, Hoseok.” You said, walking off to your last class of the day. Hoseok watched your retreating form with adoration. God, if he could hold you like that forever. Hoseok realized at the last minute, that you had let him call you princess for once. As he walked off, he had a big dumb smile on his face, all because of you.

Later on after you had finished your last class, you had decided to head up to your dorm to clean up. Your roommate wouldn’t be back for a while, you had already checked with her. You set up your books and texted Hobi.

You: Bring takeout! I’m starving

Hobi: Anything for you, princess. I’ll be there soon.

You sighed and went to go shower and change your clothes. You didn’t really know what to put on for your study date, so you had opted for a simple baggy t-shirt and some shorts that may have been a little too tight. Then you had thought to yourself, were you about to tease him with these shorts?

You decided yes. It was the least bit of fun you could have. Hoseok always teased you. Calling you princess, swiping your notebook and keeping it out of your reach, lingering touches that had always made you shiver..

Woah. Too far. Contain your urges (Y/N). You sighed to yourself as you tried not to think about the man in ways that wouldn’t exactly be appropriate. Then you heard a knock at the door. You stood on your toes to look through the peephole, and saw Hoseok standing at your door with Chinese takeout. You opened the door and Hoseok greeted you with a smile. “Hey there.”

You let him in and told him to sit down on the couch, in front of the table where your books were set up. “I’ll be back in a minute. I’m gonna get my notebook.” As you left the room, Hoseok looked around your dorm. It was just so you. Traces of your roommate, of course, but she was never really around as much as you were. Hoseok shook his head. Always in your room.

Hoseok swore, he would show you the world once you’d let him. Hell, he’d give you the world. He’d been chasing after you since freshman year, and he could tell that you liked him too. But it was always studies first, relationships and fun second. The handsome man sighed. You walked back into the room, notebook in hand. Hoseok had finally noticed your tiny, tight shorts and visibly stiffened.

You frowned as you sat down on the couch. “Hobi? What’s wrong?” You questioned. Hoseok shivered. He loved when you called him Hobi, and you didn’t do it often. But when you did…God. Was he getting hard right here on your couch? Within the first five minutes of being here? He had the urge to hang his head in shame. “I-I’m fine. Just got..chills.” He explained, even though that was the quite opposite.

He’s had the hots for you since forever, and he didn’t know how long he could keep it under control.

“Well then, let’s start!” You said, taking some of the takeout and blowing on it before putting it in your mouth. You had chewed and swallowed before speaking again. “Show me where you need help, Hobi.” There it was again. Hobi. Hobi. Hobi. He could listen to you say it all day. He quickly opened the book before you could say anything else. “A-Ah, chapter eight. I don’t get it at all..”

You two had been at it for about an hour, and all the food was gone. Hoseok was starting to get the gist of it now. You were relieved. Even with Hoseok being a so called ‘bad boy’(with a fear of almost everything), you still didn’t want him failing any of his classes. He was one of your closest friends, and crush.

Not that anybody else would know that.

Sighing, you two decided to take a break, much to Hoseok’s relief.

“Yah, (Y/N) wouldn’t have even taken a break if I wasn’t here. Don’t try to deny it either.” The man huffed childishly. You laughed and hit his chest. Just a simple touch like that made his heart rate pick up. God, you looked so pretty when you laughed. His mind started to wander, and eventually he wondered what you looked like when you-

“I guess you’re right, but your studies are important! You want to graduate don’t you?” You scolded, giving him another smile. You threw your legs over his lap, assuming that he wouldn’t mind. And he wouldn’t have minded, if he wasn’t desperately trying to keep himself from getting half hard while he was sitting on your couch trying to study. As much as he wanted to take you right then and there, with your permission of course, he knew studying was important to you.

“Yeah, but what am I gonna get for all this studying?” He pouted, suggesting something. All you did was roll your eyes. “You get to pass.” You answered bluntly. Hoseok whined and pulled at your arm. You giggled and sat up. “Fine. We’ll go through the review. For every question you get right you’ll get…” You stopped and started to contemplate what you could reward him with. “A kiss!” Hoseok blurted excitedly, before he could stop himself.

You blushed and looked at him. As if he had just realized what he’d said, he blushed too.


As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you jumped in surprise. Hoseok had put his hand on your ankle. He stared at you wide-eyed. “R-Really?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “W-Why not? No harm done..” You said shyly. Hoseok’s grip on your ankle tightened, and you had started to wonder if you’d regret this. This could either end horribly, or end up just fine. You guessed that you’d just have to take that chance.

You saw that the first set of review questions were pretty easy, and you started to sweat. Surprisingly, Hoseok had only gotten four of them right. Four kisses. Four little pecks. That’s all. You could do this. You gulped and looked at Hoseok. Unsurprisingly, he was already staring at you, eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes, and back down to your lips.

You leaned in first, deciding that if you took the lead, it would be over quicker. Hoseok was quick to close the gap in between you, and as soon as he did, his soul left his body.

He’d been waiting for this since freshman year, and now he finally had you, in a way. Your lips were so soft, just as he imagined them. As soon as it happened, it stopped. “One.” You whispered.

Another. “Two.”

Another. “Three.” One more. “Four.”

You and Hoseok were sitting much closer than before now, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of each other. You blinked and shook yourself out of your daze. “O-Okay. A-Alright. Next set. It’s..It’s twenty this time.”

Hoseok just nodded. Holy hell, if that was what it felt like to kiss you, he was going to make sure he got every fucking question right. That didn’t happen. Out of twenty, he got fourteen right. He was pissed at himself. You, however, were ecstatic. That was way better than what he did in the first set. Then you realized you had to kiss him…fourteen times…

You didn’t know how long you would last. At the same time, you were curious as to which one of you would break first. You scooted even closer to Hobi. You could do this.

This time, he eagerly leaned in first and captured your lips. “One.” He said. His voice was much steadier than yours had been.

“Two.” It was you this time.


“Four.” You two were taking turns counting.

“Five.” He growled. At this point, you were sitting in his lap, his hands on your hips, your own hands on his strong shoulders.

“S-Six.” His hands grip your hips harder.


“Eig-hah..” His tongue found its way into your mouth and you moaned softly. He’d stopped counting. He couldn’t take it anymore. Your moan threw him over the edge. Fuck studying, he wanted you.

One of his hands traced up your body and made you shiver. His tongue licked into your mouth so hungrily, almost as if he wanted to devour you. Which he did, in a way. Your tongues tangled, fighting for dominance, which you thought you had, until he slapped your thigh and growled, which made you whimper and give in instantly. The sting only amplified the growing heat in between your legs.

His wandering hand that wasn’t on your hip found your hair, keeping you from pulling away. Who needed air anyway?

Oh. You did.

You whimpered at his hold, finally finding the strength to pull away from him. As soon as you pulled away, his mouth went to your neck. Hoseok planted opened mouthed kisses, sucking at the skin as if his life depended on it. He bit, sucked, and licked everywhere, making sure to leave marks. “H-Hoseok, I, hah, I c-can’t cover th-those..”

“You’re not going to cover them. You’ll leave them uncovered and everyone will know you’re mine.” You shuddered at his words. They ran through your head over and over again. Your wetness was pooling in between your thighs. You just couldn’t help it. But you remembered, you had studying to do.

“Hoseok, Hoseok, we have to, ah, w-we have to study..” You stuttered as he was attacking your neck. He groaned and lifted his head to look at you. “Can’t we study later?” He whined. You shook your head furiously. “W-We have to study, Hobi! You still haven’t finished the review!” You said, pointing to the open book. Hobi glanced at the book before staring at you again. “…Fine. But you’re staying right here, princess”

Hobi picked up his notebook and started at the review again. There were twenty more questions. He worked surprisingly silently, seemingly focused on the work in front of him. You sat impatiently on his lap, squirming ever so slightly to get the tiniest bit of friction. Maybe you should have just forgotten studying..

“I’m finished. Stop squirming.” Hoseok said, voice an octave lower than it was before. You grabbed the paper from his hands and made sure to check it slowly. Your eyes widened in shock. “You..”

Hoseok quirked his eyebrow.

“Y-You got all twenty right..” Hoseok smirked at your words. You barely had time to register before his hands were on your hips again, pulling you closer and making your hips grind down on his. You whimpered at the friction, suddenly hyper aware of the growing bulge in his pants.

“That means I get twenty kisses. Pay up, (Y/N).”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you grabbed his face and closed the gap once more. He grabbed your wrist and pinned your arms down to your sides. You whined as he pulled away.

“Ah ah ah, no touching. Hands at your sides.” His tone was commanding, and it didn’t fail to turn you on. Your obedient side wanted to listen, but you wanted to tease him further. “And what if I don’t?” You teased, eager to see what he would do. Hoseok growled gave a harsh slap to your thigh, making you cry out.

“You don’t want to get punished, princess. Or do you?”

You gulped loudly and shook your head. “N-No, Hobi..” Another slap to your thigh came and you cried out again. This time he soothed the spot. “Wrong answer, doll.”

“N-No, sir..?” You said, hoping it was the right answer. Wrong. One more slap to your thigh had you dripping. Hoseok chuckled. “Getting closer.”


Hoseok grinded your hips together roughly, making you moan and throw your head back.

“Good girl. Now hands at your sides.” You obeyed and let Hoseok attack your neck with his mouth once more, leaving even more love bites and hickies that were sure to say for a while. Not that you minded. Hoseok’s hands started to wander once again, finding your breasts under your baggy shirt. He kneaded them, squeezing and pulling. You couldn’t resist tangling your fingers in his dyed locks, which earned you a squeeze to both your nipples that was borderline painful. You shrieked at his sudden aggression.

“What did I say, princess?” You groaned and put your hands back down. What you didn’t expect was for Hoseok to abruptly lift up your shirt and take one of your nipples into his mouth. When had he even gotten your bra off? You sighed and pressed further into Hoseok. His tongue swirled around your nipple while his hand played with the other. You longed to touch him, but all you could do was be a good girl and let him have his way with you.

Hobi groaned. Hobi loved this about you. You were so good; not just in a sexual way, but in general. You were good to the people around you, good to animals, hell, you were even good to inanimate objects. He remember when you’d once knocked over someone’s lamp at a party and said sorry to it, and you weren’t even drunk! You were such an amazing and wonderful person. He couldn’t help but be hopelessly in love. You felt the same of course.

Behind his bad boy demeanor was a literal ray of sunshine, who could make you smile with just a look. He was so sweet, so caring, rarely anyone got that close to him to where they could see that side of him. But you and Hobi were close. But you both knew that you wanted to be closer.

Hoseok had decided that he’d teased you enough. “That’s it. Come on.” He picked you up by your thighs, making you wrap them around his waist. You and Hoseok both groaned at the tiny bit of friction. Hoseok knew where your room was by now. He stumbled to your room while sucking on your neck. Once he finally got the two of you there, he placed you on the bed and kissed you again. He kept your arms beside your head, pinning you in place.

One of his hands started tracing along your body and soon got down to where you needed him most. His finger traced along your slit through your tiny shorts and you couldn’t help but moan loudly into his mouth. He growled, wanting to rip your shorts off of you already. Which he did.

You squeaked in surprise as he threw your shorts across the room to who knows where. Hobi rubbed your slit through your underwear, making you squirm and writhe. You broke away from the kiss, gasping for air.

“H-Hobi, hah, ahh..stop..teas-” You were cut off by your own loud moan when Hobi pushed your underwear aside and dipped a finger into your heat. The look in his eyes was predatory. You shivered. Then you realized you had one hand free and started to feel down his toned chest, to which he payed no mind. “That’s not the right way to ask, princess.” He simply stated, as if his finger wasn’t knuckle deep inside you.

“Please..p-please, Daddy..I c-can’t..” You whimpered. Hoseok took pity in your wrecked form, and started pumping his finger in and out, making you whine. “D-D-Daddy! Another o-one..please..”

Another digit entered you and you were a mess. Your senses were overwhelmed and Hoseok staring directly at you wasn’t helping. “You’re doing good, princess. Maybe I should reward you, yeah?”

You were confused as to what he meant, but when his head dipped down between your legs, you couldn’t even speak to question him on it. His tongue immediately started swirling around your sensitive nub, making you see stars. You almost screamed at the sensation. He sucked and gave kitten licks, while two of his fingers were inside you. Another curl of his fingers and you felt that familiar knot tightening in your stomach way too soon. You tried to squirm away, but Hoseok kept you in place.

“A-Ah, Daddy, p-please! I’m g-going to..”

“But isn’t that what you want, princess? Don’t you want Daddy to make you come?” You hesitated at that, but still protested nonetheless.

“I..I want to c-come with Daddy..” You stuttered, trying not to scream. That stopped Hoseok altogether. He quickly rid himself of his clothing, and removed your underwear. You got on your knees as quickly as you could and pushed him down onto the bed. “Princess? What are you-”

“Shh. I want to make Daddy feel good, too.” You said, running your finger up and down the underside of his length.He shivered and tangled his hands in your hair. “Don’t tease, princess.” You started dragging your tongue flat against his length, giving kitten licks to the tip when you got there. Hoseok groaned and threw his head back, and you took that has a sign to keep going. You abruptly engulfed the head into your mouth, making his hips buck into your mouth. “S-Shit..” You gagged a bit, but then giggled at his eagerness, the vibrations making him hiss. “Princess…” He warned. You then took him in slowly, inch by inch until you got to the base. You then started bobbing your head up and down.

“’re doing so good, princess.” You moaned at the praise, letting a hand trail down your own body to touch yourself, but you were quickly stopped.

“Don’t. Make Daddy come first, doll.” He growled, knowing you would listen. Despite whining, you did what you were told and kept your hands on his hips. You bobbed your head, determined to make him come. Hoseok let out quiet moans and groans, trying not to take control and fuck your face right then and there. It was when you sucked on a vein that he lost it.

“Hold still, princess.” You halted your movement and waited for him to tell you what to do next. But he didn’t tell you to do anything. It took you a moment, but when he slowly started bucking into your mouth, you started to get the idea. Hoseok’s movements slowly started to speed up, and you gagged when his tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly. Tears started forming at the corner of your eyes.

“Hah, fuck. You’re so good..” He moaned. His bucking got even faster and more erratic and you knew he was close. “Ahh, fuck, fuck,’re mouth is so good..” You hollowed your cheeks and that’s what sent him over the edge, spilling his warmth into your mouth with a loud groan.

You swallowed as much as you could, some dribbled down your chin. You looked at him and saw he was catching his breath, but still looking at you as if he were about to pounce. “Hah, come here.” He pulled you into his lap again and captured your lips once more. You held his face, but this time he didn’t stop you. This time the kiss was a lot more intimate than the ones before. It was slow, and passionate. He pulled away, looking you in the eye with more than lust. “Condoms.”

“Nightstand, second drawer.”

Hoseok reached into your nightstand, grabbing a condom, nearly ripping the foil open and rolling it onto his still throbbing member. He flipped you two over so that he was on top, and gave you one more look in your eye. You were confused as to why he stopped, then you realized.

He was asking for consent.

You nodded and pulled him in for a kiss. You let out a shaky breath when you felt his tip against your slit. Slowly, he pushed himself in to the hilt, filling you completely. Both of you moaned. Finally, finally, finally. Hoseok had you. You weren’t pushing him away.

Sure, over the years you and Hobi had known each other, you had fooled around a bit. Handjobs in the bathroom, fingering in the library, but that’s as far as you would go. You had always pushed him away, explaining how a relationship would be too much for you right now. Of course, he respected your choices, but that didn’t stop him from pining after you.

Now he had you. You were in his arms, and he had you. And he was never letting you go.

Hoseok stilled, allowing you to adjust and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He also was trying to keep himself from bursting right there, just at the thought of him being inside, the thought that he finally had you. After a minute, you squirmed a little. “Hobi..m-move..”

Complying to your request, he pulled out almost completely, and slammed back in. You yelped at the sudden movement. He did it again, and again. The steady pace was electrifying, but you wanted more. “Hobi..Hobi- hah..faster..”

Hoseok grunted. “What’s the magic w-word?”

“Hobi please.”

Of course, he couldn’t deny you. He sped up his pace, and you tried to meet his thrusts halfway, moaning loud and uncontrollably. Getting embarrassed at your own high pitched noises, you covered your mouth with one of your hands. Hoseok growled and pinned your arms down. “I want to hear you, princess.” From this point on he was set on making you moan louder. His thrusts got even harder, and your own hips couldn’t keep up.

Your release was starting to creep up on you faster than expected, now even more powerful due to your lack of release earlier.

“Please..P-Please please please..Hobi..fuck..” You panted. Hoseok then threw your legs over his shoulders, pounding even deeper and hitting that one spot that made white speckles spot your vision. You nearly screamed, repeating his name like a mantra.

“F-Fuck, (Y/N). You take me so f-fucking good.” He groaned, thrust becoming sloppy. You were overwhelmed with pleasure, you didn’t know just how much more you could take. The knot in your stomach was unbearably tight.


“Me too, j-just..Hold on..” Hold on? You were holding on as much as you could, and you were just about at your limit. “I-I can’t! Hoseok I-”

“Come for me, (Y/N). You can let go now.”

Just his words were enough to send you over the edge, moaning his name like it was the only word you knew. A few more thrusts, and Hoseok was coming too, a loud growl ripping from his throat. He rode out both of your orgasms, before throwing the condom away and cleaning you two off. He laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms. You were breathing heavily and were exhausted. Yet you pulled him in for a slow, loving kiss. When you pulled away, Hoseok was smiling so brightly and you couldn’t help but smile back.


“Yes, Hoseok?”

“Does this..Does this mean..”

“Mean what, Hoseok?” You giggled. You knew what he was talking about.

“Does this mean you’re actually mine? Like, really mine?” He asked worriedly, fearing that you would just brush him off. You pressed into him and giggled into his chest. “Of course. I was yours the moment I climbed into your lap on the couch.” Hoseok’s heart started beating a mile a minute. 

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

“Thank God. I don’t know how much longer I could’ve waited.”

That had you frozen on the spot.

“Hobi…You would’ve waited for me..?” You queried, looking up at him with a shocked expression. He was looking right back at you, eyes soft and warm.

“I would’ve waited for as long as you needed if it meant I could be with you.” He confessed, arms wrapping around you tighter. You dug your head back into his chest shaking it back and forth. “Oh my God…I love you so much..Why did I wait so long?” You said, laughing, more to yourself than him.

Hoseok could’ve bursted into tears of joy. He felt so warm, so loved, so complete. “I love you too. So so so much. Does this mean I can finally give you the world?”

“As long as you promise to come study with me.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “Deal.” You smiled brightly and tilted your head up to plant a chaste kiss on his lips. Hoseok could swear that this was the happiest day of his life.

He finally had you, and he was never letting you go.

I don’t claim to be supportive of certain patterns of interpersonal behavior, because I am not.

I can have compassion for why they may be present, while still after a certain point choosing not to tolerate them unchecked.

I don’t “mutual block” to avoid these issues or thinking about them.

That is all.

Better With You By My Side

prompt: Dan and Phil are both sons of rich families and are sent to ballroom dancing lessons. Because there is a shortage of girls, Dan and Phil end up as partners. Phil really doesn’t want to be there and Dan doesn’t either, but is so frustrated by the fact Phil doesn’t want to dance with him he is determined to get him to.

a/n: jm so sorry about this idk im really not happy with this chapter but i hope it’s somehow okay also shit happens in vienna cool goodbye 




ryan: dan it’s been 4 days

ryan: how long are you planning to keep this ignoring thing up?

ryan: daaann

ryan: daninator

On the bright side, it’s the most response Dan’s ever managed to get out of Ryan for about three months, although the hypocrisy and borderline fondness of his words make him want to retch.

No. He tells himself. He’s managed four days. He can’t crack now.

He distracts himself by visiting the neglected group chat, and to his surprise Ryan’s chatting perfectly fine to their other friends as opposed to going into hiding until Dan expects another inquisitive message from Max about his whereabouts. He can’t tell if he’s relieved or not by this.

jake: lads

jake: can we all meet up soon

jake: i miss u

Dan’s heart leaps into his throat, coming to the realisation he’d willingly throw himself into the Sun if it meant never having to face Ryan ever again

dan: if it’s before friday then yea

jake: why

max: our old dancing buddy’s off to the other side of the globe that’s why

dan: it’s austria not new zealand

max: smh aren’t they right next to eachother anyway

dan: omg by austria I don’t mean a typo of australia

dan: I mean austriA as in that country near germany

ross: geography wizard as well as a dancing queen

ross: they should pay you double

dan: thanks

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cytosaul  asked:

I could use some advice! How do you expedite combat? Also how do you feel about gmnpc's?

I can’t give specific tips without knowing the version of the game that you’re playing, but here are some general things over the years that have helped me make sure combat stays fast and fun:

Don’t do combat just for the sake of it. Combat is a big part of the game, there’s no getting around that - but if there’s nothing at stake, and no challenge, there’s no point to going through those motions. 

Have fun environments. I grew up on Final Fantasy, so I’m used to a line of heroes and a line of bad guys trading blows until one side runs out of HP. This doesn’t work in a tabletop game! Make sure combat takes place in an area where there is plenty to interact with - both for characters and for monsters. This is also an opportunity to liberally give out +2 bonuses/giving advantage, and ensuring that the players are hitting their targets more often than not. 

Know when it’s over. Monsters don’t have to hang out until they’ve run out of HP. They can retreat to fight another day, or mysteriously be missing 10hp if a losing battle needs to end ASAP. 

Make sure that combat is still part of the story. Just because you’ve entered into combat rules doesn’t mean that the narrative has to take a pause. Ask the characters what they’re doing, and how they feel after a particularly devastating hit. Let them have conversations. Roleplaying and fighting don’t have to be mutually exclusive. 

Avoid NPCs in combat. More characters who aren’t controlled by players in the initiative order tend to make things run much slower. This has never worked out for me. When an NPC has joined up with the party for whatever reason, I often handwave that they are taking care of their own group of monsters, and we don’t need to detail that blow for blow. 

Have different goals than “Kill the Monsters.” Does a hostage need to be rescued? Do the players need to steal a key from the belt of a brigand? Do they simply need to get to the other side of the room? Combat does not have to simply be: “A bunch of characters exchange blows until one side is dead.” 

I don’t know that these will SPEED UP combat per se, but they should help make sure that the fighting stays exciting and worthwhile. Good luck! 

Stay (Home) : A Vampire Marco Commission in Two Acts

Fall is a pretty good time for vampires.

The Pacific Northwest isn’t huge on heat to start with, but once August rolled into September the summer sun burned off for good, sinking into weeks on end of cool gray rain, with long winter nights closing in on either end of cloudy days, and Marco started to come outside during daylight occasionally, the clouds and endless rain keeping down the heat his weird metabolism couldn’t handle.  The rain turned the deep earth of his garden into clinging black mud that stuck to his fingers and streaked across his skin, obscuring freckles and highlighting hollows under his sharp cheekbones, and his garden bloomed and bloomed like it hadn’t noticed summer was over.

“Long-term investment,” he said when I mentioned it, with a satisfied smile, dragging the back of his faded, flowery gardening gloves across his sweaty forehead, rearranging some of the dirt on his skin.  “Benefit of living in the thame house for thirty years, I guess.  You can really build up the fertilizer.”

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anonymous asked:

Do you guys just not talk about politics much cause you mutually agree to avoid talking about it on air, or is it just you all generally don't talk about it anyways.

I don’t know that three hours of us shaking our heads in disgust and occasionally saying “fuck, man” makes for good radio.