need to like superglue it to the back of my head or something

Gorgeous (Bucky x Reader)

Request: I just wanna say i’m so in love with your writings aaaand i was wondering if you could write a bucky x reader and the reader is so friendly with everyone, but she feels so alone because thinks nobody can fall in love with her, but bucky did. one day, she feels so down the she starts crying and saying awful things to herself looking in the mirror, but bucky hears everything and that makes him confess his feelings. i’m sorry it’s too long,. and if you don’t want to do it, it’s okay <3  

Bucky x reader imagine where she had really horrible anxiety and he is the only one that can calm her down? would you mind putting some angst in there and like one of the other avengers caused her to panic (she isn’t an avenger) thanks doll ;) xx

Words: 2,917

Warnings: Self shame, anxiety, FLUFF

Tags: @annadier @happelu970 @shamvictoria11 @spookass @pabegay1(message me if you want to be tagged in any fics or if I forgot to tag you! Sometimes I forget, my apologies!

You were no Avenger.

You weren’t as badass as Natasha or Wanda. You weren’t as sarcastic and outgoing as your father, you were just you. You lived with the Avengers because your dad was Tony Stark, the Avengers were like your huge, crazy, loud family. You loved having them as a family, you loved every last bit of it, but sometimes it’s hard not to doubt your looks or skills.

You were clumsy. You ran into walls, got your shirt caught on pointy objects, face planted into gardens, and tripped going up the stairs.  You weren’t as strong as the others,  you never worked on your upper body strength because you never really cared about it.

You would run twice a week for exercise and that was it. You hated working out, it was the worst thing you’ve ever experienced. You would much rather be drinking a milkshake while watching the Victoria Secret Fashion Show. Like you were right now.

“Oo, fancy.” You were sitting criss crossed on the couch, a blanket spread across your bare legs and your baggy long sleeve shirt rolled up slightly on your arms. A milkshake in one hand while your eyes remained glued to the screen projecting the fashion show.

“That looks painful.” Scott spoke with a mouth full of his own milkshake. He was slouched next to you, his legs spread out in front of him and his back surrounded by toss pillows. He was tilting slightly onto the arm of the couch but he seemed to be comfortable.

“I would never wear something that heavy looking on my dick.” Scott took another large gulp of his shake, twisting his face in pain as a brain freeze clearly took over his mind temporarily.

“But it’s so pretty.” You admired the glammed up bra, “Oo, look she has wings! I wish I had wings, how fun would that be?”

“Super fun! I would strut around in wings all day if they looked like that.” Scott glanced over at you, but you were still consumed in admiring all the glamorous outfits and models.

“I have wings.” Sam called out from the chair on the other side of the couch. His legs hanging over the arm of the chair and his back resting against the other arm. His phone rested on his chest and his shake was long gone, the empty cup sitting on the coffee table. “They’re even cooler because mine work.”

“Mm.” Both you and Scott made the same sound and twisted your lips as you both looked at Sam.

“Not the same thing. Yours aren’t as glamorous, now are they?” You turned your attention back at the screen and made your lips in the shape of an ‘o’ as you looked at Gigi Hadid walk down the runway. She was your favorite model, her and Cara Delevingne.

“Yeah. You get feathers, sparkles, jewels and glitter on your wings, then we’ll talk.” Scott nodded his head swiftly and ignored Sam’s narrowed eyes as he directed his eyes back to the Fashion Show.

“I know a girl who can hook you up with some bedazzlement on those wings of yours, Sam.” You winked in his direction, a smirk tilting on your lips. “And by girl I mean me, and by bedazzlement I mean some superglue and a trip to Hobby Lobby.” 

“I hate both of you.” Sam chuckled under his breath and shifted around a little in his chair.

“Man, I wish I had legs like those.” Scott  shook his head and moved the straw in his shake around, trying to get a good sip. You giggled at Scott’s comment, you always found him to say the strangest but most awesome things. 

“You know who has legs like those?” Sam paused, waiting for Scott to answer but when Scott kept gulping down his shake, Sam answered himself. “Natasha. She even has the walk down too, she would slay all those other models.” 

Scott hummed in agreement. “And Wanda has the hair of a Victoria Secret model. I wish my hair was as luscious as hers, that would save me fifteen minutes in the morning.”

“You spend fifteen minutes on your hair?” Sam scuffed and tilted his head back to look at Scott.

“This,” Scott motioned to his hair. “doesn’t just happen, Sam. It takes time, effort and skill, okay?”

“Man, you’re crazy.” Sam chuckled, shaking his head and slouching back down in his chair again. “For real though, Wanda and Nat are hella attractive-”

You shuffled around in your seat, the thoughts that consumed your mind were driving you insane. All they were talking about was how beautiful Natasha and Wanda were, of course you had to agree, they were both stunningly gorgeous. They were badass, strong and attractive all at once. They were your best friends, but it always hurt you when you would go places with them and everyone would notice them and not you.

You weren’t as stunning as them, you weren’t as flawless and beautiful as them. Of course you weren’t. Everyone expected Tony Stark’s daughter to be drop dead gorgeous, but somehow they always seemed surprised to see you. You were never what they were expecting.

You stood up suddenly, your nose tingling and your eyes starting to twitch with tears. Your chest felt tight and your hands felt clammy, you needed a moment to pull yourself together before you came back out here and pretended to not even care. You dropped the blanket previously covering your bare legs on the couch where you used to be sitting and placed your milkshake, that suddenly made you feel bloated, on the coffee table.

“I have to pee.” You announced it as a joke, happily your voice didn’t shake and you seemed to be holding it together on the outside fairly well. You knew you were about to break, you had to hide.

“Okay.” Scott and Sam both watched you speed down the hallway. “Be back soon, the Angels are about to come out!’

“Man, seriously though, Nat and Wanda have the legs and hair, but damn, Y/N has the whole package. The face, hair, walk, legs, and even the hips.” Sam shook his head in astonishment.

Scott nodded his head in agreement and pulled a part of your blanket on his thighs, he knew it was your favorite blanket but he loved it just as much. It was soft and always smelled good.

“She looks more like a Victoria Secret model than some of the Victoria Secret models.” Scott talked with another mouthful of his shake, he didn’t even care though. “Have you seen the way everyone looks at her, she steals the attention away from Nat and Wanda every time they go out.”

“Hell, she steals the attention away from us Avengers. And we’re Avengers.”

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Bird Taxidermy Tutorial

I made a little tutorial for some basic bird taxidermy. Just a warning: this is image heavy and graphic. I had to shorten it a lot to get everything in, so if you’re having trouble feel free to drop me a message!

Basic tools: wire cutter, scalpel, cotton, zip ties, superglue, hot glue, wire, bird form/head/eyes, drill, blowdrier, degreasing soap, fat scraping tool of your choice, borax, clay, tpins.

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7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 10.3

Wow, this was such a slow update. I genuinely thought I would have been finished quicker but I’ve been spending my time studying for exams but I hope you guys enjoy this part.

I have a killer headache right now omg

In other news Dean is coming to London Akaksksnesksoo I’m so happy. We don’t really get that many Korean artists down here so I’m excited.

I guess this may be the end of the date series so I hope you guys enjoyed the break from the drama (although I think I’m still going to keep it all to a minimum… we’ll see how it goes.)

To the beautiful anons who suggested making homemade ice cream and a study date (even though they were both short) thank youuu <3

Anyways, I love you guys and thanks for reading. <3

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1  Part 10.2  Part 10.3 - Here  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20 - Final

You were currently home alone, your mother having to take your sister to her weekly judo classes. However, since your sisters birthday was coming up, she had given you the task of making homemade ice cream.

Who even makes homemade ice cream anymore? Your family sure as hell didn’t.

Sighing, you searched online for a suitable recipe to use.

“Vanilla pods, caster sugar, eggs, milk and double cream? Seems simple enough…” Searching your house cabinets turned out to be useless since you were still lacking the vanilla pods. The only solution was to take a walk to the nearby supermarket and hope they had what you were looking for. Grabbing the money your mother had left you, you slipped on your shoes and left your house, making sure to lock the door behind you.

Ten minutes later you found yourself standing before an aisle in the shop, searching the shelves for vanilla pods. For some reason, vanilla pods were just not as easy to find as one would think.

“Where the heck are these vanilla pods?” A warm breath suddenly brushed against your earlobe, making you all but jump out of your skin.

“Maybe if you had bothered to look at the top, you would have found them.” A glare spread across your face as you folded your arms and turned towards the direction of the voice. There stood Jungkook, a hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone.

“I don’t appreciate that tone of voice.” He in turn, locked his phone and shoved it into his jacket pocket before he stretched his arm out to the top shelf, grabbing the vanilla pods.

“Y/N, you’ve literally been standing there for five minutes mumbling to yourself. Not once did you bother to look up so sorry for just stating the obvious.” Had you really been staring at the same shelf for five minutes? You doubted that.

“Sure… anyway thanks Kookie.”

Taking the pods from him, you turned on your heel and walked towards checkout as he fell into step beside you.

“Why do you need vanilla pods anyway? You don’t cook or bake.”

“Okay, that’s a lie.”

“Scratch that. You’re not good at cooking or baking.”

Ouch. You were pretty good at making egg and toast. That deserved some sort of reward, right?

And mixing the right amount of water and undiluted juice counted for something. Wait, that’s not cooking.

You decided to push the painfully dense thoughts out of your head.

“I’m going to pretend that that didn’t offend me, jerk.”

A deep chuckle resonated throughout his body and you were reminded about how much you enjoyed hearing him laugh.

“It’s true though. Listen, whatever you’re doing I’ll help. You can’t get through it without my skills.”

You found yourself rolling your eyes at his egotistical comment. Surprisingly, he’s been more vain recently. Normally he wouldn’t even boast about getting a good score on a test. You chose to believe it was all to impress you.

“One day your ‘skills’ aren’t going to do you justice and when that happens just remember I’ll be there recording to show the others.”

Silence ensued and you finished paying for your item.

“So what are we making?”

“…Ice cream.”


Keeping to his word, Jungkook followed you home to help with your task of making ice cream. You may have seemed unenthusiastic about his appearance but you were sincerely grateful he turned up out of nowhere to keep you company. You didn’t even mind that he wasn’t actually doing anything except from getting the equipment and ingredients needed out.

“I already put a tub in the freezer so I guess that’s step one done.” Checking the instructions on your phone, you followed the next step which consisted of cutting a vanilla pod and scraping the seeds out into a pan with milk, cream and the leftover pod. Turning on the heat, you left the pan to boil and turned to find Jungkook sitting on the kitchens island, staring right back at you.

“Can I help you?” The corners of his lips tugged up into a smile and he rubbed at his eyes.

“I was just thinking about the future. You almost look like a mum.” Your eyes bulged out and you tried to fight the blush that was growing on your cheeks. Sending a dirty look his way, you turned back towards the pan, taking it off the heat and leaving the ingredients to infuse.

“I’d rather not be thinking about being a mother. I find it awkward.” You were too engrossed with the pan of ingredients in front of you to notice Jungkook hop of the island and bee line straight towards you. He wrapped his arms around you and placed his chin on your shoulder whilst you poured sugar into a bowl and mixed it with the egg yolks.

“Why? You find it awkward to think that far ahead with me?” Whilst his words left him, he took the whisk out of your hand and began to whisk the egg and sugar together. You shrugged your shoulders, watching the ingredients fuse together.

“I’m thinking so far ahead that it counts for the both of us.” You elbowed him in the stomach which immediately caused him to wheeze out a dry chuckle. You were definitely not going to let him know that it actually hurt when you made contact with his hard stomach.

“Whatever, Jungkook. If that’s what makes you happy.” You felt him press his cheek against yours and he stopped whisking.

“If you only care about if it makes me happy, why’d you elbow me? Don’t tell me you like the idea? You do, don’t you?” You could feel the smirk that was present on his face right at that moment.

“Just shut up and continue mixing. You ask too many questions.” He obeyed you but not before he gave you a sweet peck on the cheek. When the sugar and egg had taken on a fluffy texture, you ducked underneath Jungkook’s arms and reheated the vanilla cream for a few minutes, stopping just before it began to boil. Taking the bowl from Jungkook, you slowly added the vanilla cream to the egg yolk and sugar, whisking until it was completely mixed.

“Jungkook, can you get a small bowl and put it inside a bigger bowl of ice water please?” He did as he was told and you poured the custard mix back into a pan, heating it up once again. You made Jungkook mix the heated custard for ten minutes before you turned the heat off and transferred it into the small bowl in the ice water. Allowing it to cool, you slapped Jungkook’s hand when he went to taste the result of your hard work. Well, both of your hard work.

“That’s for my sister, idiot.”

Instead of listening to you, he stuck his finger in once again and licked the custard off, grinning at your vexed face.

“Your sister won’t mind, she loves me.”  That certainly wasn’t a lie. She practically worshipped him.

“I don’t care if she loves you, stop being greedy.”

Holding your stare, the room went silent and he dipped his finger in the bowl again without breaking eye contact. Just as you opened your mouth to reprimand him again, he shoved his finger into your mouth, allowing the sweet taste of custard to fill your taste buds. You blinked a couple of times, not fully understanding what had just happened. He flashed his rabbit-like teeth at you in a smile, his finger still in your mouth.

You bit it. Hard.

Yelling out in pain, he pulled his finger out of your mouth and inspected the damage you had dealt.

“Ow! Why’d you do that? Wait… I’m not dating a cannibal am I?”

Smacking him upside the head, you then grabbed the flesh of his cheek and lightly tugged on it. He stuck the finger you had bitten into his mouth, trying to ease the pain.

“Do I look like a cannibal to you?”

Jungkook’s eyebrows drew together and he actually seemed like he had to think about your question.

“Well, I don’t know.”

You could only sigh as you let go of his cheek and grabbed the container you had stored in the freezer. Taking the cooled finished product, your poured it into the container and placed it back in the freezer.

“We’re all done.”

“Finally! I was getting so tired…”

Glaring at him, you began to wash the dishes that had accumulated in the sink.

“You’re acting like you can even cook.”

You missed the offended look shot at your turned figure.

“I can.”

“That’s not what Hoseok told me. He said the last time you tried to make something it stuck to the plate like it had been superglued down. He even said you turned the whole thing over and it didn’t budge.”

Scoffing, he began to play with his ear piercings.

“Hoseok is full of shit.”

“Apparently so was your food that day.”

Jungkook remained silent and you mentally praised yourself for your comeback. Suddenly, you felt a hand connect with your bottom and a resounding slap echoed throughout the room. You turned your head quick enough to catch Jungkook partially crouching with his hand held high in the air, confirming that he had indeed slapped your bottom. It wasn’t hard enough to be considered painful but you still narrowed your eyes at him.

“I’m going to shove the whisk up your ass when I’m done with these.”

The ice cream better be worth having to put up with Jungkook’s antics.


Your plan had been to spend the next few hours studying for the test coming up on the first week back to school but Jungkook didn’t seem like he was going to leave anytime soon.

“What are you doing now?”

“Well, I was going to study but your still here and you’re someone who apparently needs to be entertained twenty four seven.” He smiled at your attempt to jab him with an insult and slung an arm around your shoulders.

“Don’t worry, i’ll study with you.” You highly doubted that but it was always worth a try. Heading up to your room, you sat down at the desk beside your bed whilst Jungkook seated himself on your bed. You pulled out your revision notes and spread them across the desk for Jungkook to use as well.

“Your handwriting is cute.” Raising an eyebrow and allowing a smile to spread across your face, you thanked him for his compliment.

Jungkook managed to spend an hour and a half studying with no distractions which was a complete surprise. However, it was short lived as you noticed he stood from his position on your bed and moved out of your sight. Not bothering to turn around, you continued working on the question in front of you, struggling to make sense of it.

Sometimes you wondered if they gave questions like this on purpose to see who can come up with the dumbest answer. It was making zero sense to you right now.

A tap on your shoulder brought you out of your thoughts and you craned your neck to find Jungkook standing behind you with sunglasses on his face.

“It’s your first time with bangtan right?”

He then took hold of the sunglasses and whipped them off his face to reveal your black swimming goggles pulling the top half of his face down.

What kind of drugs was this boy on?

“Why are you like this? What did I do to deserve this?” You tried your hardest to keep a straight face but his unmoving expression soon broke your resolve and you burst out in laughter. He seemed satisfied with the reaction he had received and pulled the goggles of his head, placing them down on your desk. When you had recovered, Jungkook was peering over your shoulder at the question you had been struggling to decipher for the past ten minutes.

“The answer is three million six hundred and twenty eight thousand eight hundred.” It took a few seconds to comprehend that Jungkook had solved the question you had been debating for ten minutes in less than thirty seconds.

“Wait what?” When you questioned him, he began to explain how he had achieved the answer and taught you the technique needed to solve similar questions in the future.

In the end you had grasped how to conquer said question and spent the next hour studying more with Jungkook before you closed your text book.

“That was very productive, even more so with you around. Thanks for helping me.” He ruffled your hair and grinned before stretching his limbs out, falling back on your bed.

“Anything for my cute girl.” Beaming at Jungkook, you laid beside him and wrapped your arms around his body, briefly hugging him before letting go and looking up towards your ceiling.

You were grateful that you happened to bump into Jungkook at the supermarket.

Only he knew that you hadn’t coincidentally been at the same place at the same time. He was planning to spend the day with you when he spotted you leaving your house and decided to leg behind to see where you were going.

But you didn’t need to know that.

That Todd (Damian Wayne Imagine)

Requested: No
Request: No
Summary: Damian’s beloved gets hurt in battle
Word Count: 493
Warning(s): Injury; fluff

When Damian saw you go down, he felt like his whole world stopped.

We had been fighting side by side, protecting each other’s backs, when suddenly my world went black, my body heavily plummeting to the ground. A mixture of adrenalin and shock coursing through his veins, a lethal combination. He fought off the remaining enemies, the urgency of needing to get you to a safe place resting on his shoulders. 

When the last man hit the ground, Damian wasted no time, making the situation known over the intercom to the others whom were currently on patrol. “Don’t worry beloved, I’ll do everything in my power to make you better,” he whispered in to my hair, carrying my unconscious body toward the freshly arrived batmobile.

My head was buzzing, a steady beeping awakening me. I’m completely unable to open my eyes, they feel like they’re superglued shut. A hand is holding mine, a soft whimper reaching my ears, barely audible. I slowly squeeze the hand, weakly, but still felt by the recipient. “Beloved…Beloved, a-are you awake, please wake up y/n,” my sweet boyfriends voice, so broken, so vulnerable, so out of character. He softly kisses my cheek, brushing strands of hair out of my face with his free hand.

I do my best to force my eyes to open, to force my mouth to speak, but I’m too weak. But finally, after only a few minutes of struggle, my eyelids heavily start sliding open, the light in the room causing my face to crinkle, eyes hurting. I recognize the room as one of the rooms in Wayne manor. “D-d- damian.” My voice is wavering. He quickly stood up, helping me to prop myself up just slightly, handing me a glass of water. “Beloved, I was so scared, I thought I lost you, never to feel your love again.” He spoke lowly. My eyes widen, a stray tear falling down Damians angelic face. I weakly lift my hand, wiping the tear away with my thumb, my fingers slightly lingering on his skin.  

How long was I out ?” I ask, guessing it probably was a while. He sighed “Just under two weeks, the whole family was very concerned, even that Todd brought you flowers TT” He said, slightly rolling his eyes, causing a weak giggle to erupt from my lungs. “I’m so sorry Dami, I don’t know what happened, one moment I was fighting, the next I was knocked out cold.” Tears prickling at the corners of my eyes. “Don’t concern yourself with it sweety, all that matters is that you’re here now.” He kisses my lips, the sensation sending sparks through my body. “Also, That Todd doesn’t seem like such a bad guy after all.” A wide smile flowing over my features. “TT, i think that’s the medication talking, I need to talk to Alfred about lessening the dosage.” He says jokingly, a smile as bright as the sun on his tired face.

Hope you like it, I needed more Damian fluff in my life. Requests are open! Maybe i should do some prompts or something, i dont know :P


With love,

With Wings

Warnings: Drugs

Y/N was walking with J towards the VIP section of the club. She pulled her dress down a little even though no one would be able to know she was on her period. Meanwhile J was walking behind her and he noticed a loose thread from the bottom of her dress. He furrowed his eyebrows and bent down to give it a pull. As soon as he did, Y/N screamed and slapped him in the face. He was shocked as she went running toward the bathroom.

“The hell?” J looked at Frost, who was pinching the bridge of his nose.


“Shut up, Frost!” He went after Y/N, ready to yell at her for embarrassing him in his club. When he stormed into the bathroom, some girls screamed and ran out, eliciting an eye roll from him.

“Y/N, doll, you have some explaining to do.”

“Go away, you idiot!” He heard her sobbing, and angrily pounded on the stall.

“Open up, or I-” Y/N opened the stall and glared at him, her eyes red and puffy.

“I want to go home.”

“No, now” He grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, growling in her face. He had to admit that he loved it when she acted bitchy. “Apologize to daddy.”

“Get off of me! Take me home, right now. I swear I’ll walk by myself-” J sighed, finally figuring out it wasn’t the playful kind of bitchy.

“I have something to take care of, after that we’ll leave.”

“Can you ask one of the dancers for a pad?” J looked her up and down, horrified, and immediately put distance between them.

“Oh.” He left and Y/N rolled her eyes.


Y/N watched as J twirled the bat, wondering how long this would take. She was standing behind him at a safe distance, scrolling through her phone to ignore his little monologue. He paced, making little dramatic movements with the bat, and even practiced his swing a few times, enjoying the scared look on the guy’s face.

“I thought we were friends, and then you just sell me out like that? “ Taking a practice swing, he swung the bat back and felt it collide with something. He turned around to find Y/N on the floor, her eyes blinking rapidly.

“You okay?” He asked, timidly knowing that the smallest things made her angry during this time. “Baby?”

All he received was garbled words and she tried to stand. Her head was spinning, and she managed to get to her feet. J turned back to the guy, smiling widely.

“See how tough my girl is?” Y/N fell back over as soon as she was on her feet, and threw up all over J’s shoes.


She woke up with a terrible headache, barely being able to sit up. Her stomach and her head was killing her, so she just started sobbing into the pillow. It was a miracle she was still with him. She felt something hit her back, and then another hit her leg. When she looked over she found J in the corner throwing Hershey kisses at her.

“What are you- ow.” She clutched her head, new tears making their way down her cheeks. J guilty walked over and placed a bag of chocolate on the bed, using his arm to push it out to her. It looked like he was making an offering to the gods. The thought made her chuckle, and she clutched her head again in pain.

“How’s your head?” The anger came back to her, and she sat up, placing her head in her hands.

“You hit me.”

“You were standing too close, doll-”

“I was standing at a safe distance! Maybe if you would have just shot the guy like a normal person, you wouldn’t have hit me.” She yelled at him, making him growl slightly. He tried to keep it quiet, knowing his limits.

“Oh my god.” She said, shaking her head.


“You hit me with a baseball bat and publicly pulled out my tampon. I’m surprised every woman isn’t a fucking lesbian. Men are so clueless.”


“SHUT UP! You have no idea how much I want to hurt you, and you have the nerve to tell me to be careful? Oh no, please, don’t get the bat.” She said sarcastically. Her chest was heaving and she couldn’t stop the tears.

“Oh god, not the tears. Baby, I’ll go make you something to eat. Would you like that? Do you need wings?” He hurriedly got a pad and drew wings on them, chucking them at her from a safe distance. She laughed through her tears as he brought up past memories.

“Can I have a hug?”

“God, baby, no you’re disgusting.” He said it in a soothing voice, like it was a reasonable excuse. It only made her cry harder.

“Here, I’ll go make you something. Do you need Lysol? Another heating pad? FROST!” He ran out of the room, yelling for his henchman to start the car.


For the hundredth time J stood staring at the feminine hygiene aisle, glaring at the variety of pads. He remembered Y/N mentioning something about tampons, so he picked a box up. 100 tampons? Does she need that many? Thinking to himself, he nodded. He felt someone staring at him and found a woman giving him a weird look.

“What? What are you looking at? SHUT UP!” She hurriedly left, and then he realized she could help him. “Wait, come back!” He ran after her, in his star boxers over his batman stockings.


“The ones with wings.” He aimed his gun at the shaking lady, and she grabbed a box of pads and handed it to him.

“Tampons. The tampons with wings.”

“T-that’s not a thing-”

“That’s not a thing? That’s not a thing, that’s not a thing? Apparently it is a thing, because my girlfriend wears them. Are you implying that my girlfriend is wrong?”

“Well, yes-” A shot to the head silenced her, and J sniffed the package of pads.

“These aren’t even the scented ones.” He threw them at her body while looking back at the shelf. Back to square one….


Frost watched as J angrily walked to the arts and crafts aisle, and he shook his head as he came out with super glue and feathers.


J walked to the cash register, which he now had to start paying for the groceries because Y/N always demanded to see the receipt after finding out he was lying about paying for them. He threw the package on the belt before handing the nervous looking employee five hundred dollars.

“I need your cocaine.” J said nonchalantly while looking behind him at the packs of cigarettes. He growled when he didn’t see any drugs.

“Boss, they don’t sell that.” Frost timidly pointed out, causing J to roll his eyes and dramatically exclaim,

“Why don’t you just drag my balls through a field of broken glass? What is my girl going to use now? Do you know the monster that comes alive when-”

“Boss, she could use Ibuprofen-”

“Last time that was the wrong stuff. She told me not to get that again. Or maybe it was not to do that again…anyway-”

“Actually, she said not to get another ‘heating pad’. You know because you set the bed on fire-”

“Frost, interrupt me one more time and I’ll drag your balls through a field of broken glass. Get my girl some cocaine.” He angrily walked out, leaving Frost to call an old contact and an employee with a very nice tip.


Y/N held an ice pack to her head while sniffling. Excitement shot through her when she heard the door open.

“Did you get me more chocolate?”  J sat on the corner of the bed and placed a bag of chocolate on her tummy.

“I couldn’t find the right medicine, so I got you some of this, just in case you’re upset.” He handed her a zip lock bag of some of his cocaine and she groaned.

“That’s sweet, J. If I ever need some I’ll let you know.” He nodded innocently.

“Did you get the heating pad?” J shook his head again.

“No, I didn’t want to get the wrong thing and I couldn’t find it. I also remembered what you told me last time about making things with fire.” He played with her fingers innocently, like a child.

“And what was that, J?”

“Don’t use my ideas to make things because I’m not a normal person.”

“That’s good. But remember, it’s not bad to not be normal.You’re bad, and that’s okay. You’re not good, but there’s no one else I’d rather be with. You know that right?” He nodded and she felt him kiss her hand.

“What else did you get?”

“Tampons with wings.”

“Tampons with…what?”

“Wings. Like you said.” He reached into the bag and pulled out a tampon that had feathers attached with superglue.

“They still might be drying, be careful.” She took the tampon from him, giving him her best smile.

“Wow, J. That’s uh, very creative.”

“I messed up again, didn’t I?”

“No! No, you did fine. I’m flattered that you’re so thoughtful. But for future reference, it’s pads with wings.”

“Oops.” J’s eyes widened. Sorry, lady.


J placed his pillow on the couch and was getting ready to lay down when Y/N’s voice stopped him.

“What are you doing?” Her voice cracked.

“Oh” He pathetically pointed at the couch.

“You don’t want to sleep with me?”

“I mean, you’re…..bleeding.” If she wasn’t upset she would have thought it was cute that he didn’t like seeing her blood, or her hurt in general. But instead she covered her face while she sobbed and retreated back into her room.

“Baby, you’re angry with me! I thought you wouldn’t- shit.” He went after her and lifted her up before she could go in the bathroom. He placed her on the bed and wrapped his body around her so she couldn’t move.

“Do you want your wings?” She shook her head as she continued to sob, and he rolled up her shirt.

“No! I’m bloated.” J ignored her and pressed his lips to her belly, blowing a raspberry before tickling her.

“Still beautiful, though. What movie do you want to watch tonight?”

He ended up holding her in his lap as they watched the movie. They fell asleep, with J’s hand massaging her stomach as she snored on his chest. At least she knew she would have all of the right supplies, Frost always snuck them in her bathroom when J wasn’t looking. Y/N peeked one eye open to see J sleeping above her and found a shadow sneaking out of the room.

“Thanks, Frosty.” She whispered, receiving a thumbs up in return.

“Frost, sneak into my bedroom one more time and I’ll shove those tampons up your ass.”

Frost winced. His thumbs up faltered and morphed into a thumbs down, earning a giggle from Y/N and a grumpy J reaching for his gun.

Jughead x Reader One Shot

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Summary: An abrasive reader is shown compassion from a group of friends, especially by a boy named Jughead Jones III.

Warnings: Language, idk. To the person who requested, hopefully you like it!

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It Isn’t What it Looks Like, Really!

For @crazylazydays prompt- sorry it took so long it started out short and fluffy and then my semi-angsty ass decided to get intense AND NOW IT’S 2400 WORDS OOPS. I hope you enjoy it :)))))

“It’s not what it looks like, really!”

“It looks like Nursey’s head is stuck in-between the posts of the stairs…”

“Oh, then it’s exactly what it looks like.”

Earlier That Day…

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TITLE: Closure

PAIRING: Bucky x Reader (Bucky x OFC)

WORDS: 1273 

WARNINGS: angst , smut( very little)

A/N: My first ever fic I am posting on my account. Thank you so much TAW !!  @supersoldierslover for going through this and supporting me. You know I love you ❤️️❤️️. Also @thatawkwardtinyperson IVY!! You are one of the writers I truly respect not just for writing but for your sass too . So thank you, for allowing me to tag you . 😘😘

Originally posted by caps-bucky

“ Y/N Wait .”, you continued walking . “ Y/N!!” , he said as he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him . *smack* That made him loosen the grip on your hand as you quickly made your way down the elevator . The sound of your hand on his skin still reverberating through the walls of the now empty apartment room .

“Bucky!!!”, you screamed as you tried to run as fast as possible from the man with mud all over his body . “Come here Y/N , let me give you hug . You know how much I love you .” “Noooo , Bucky  please. AHHHH!!! ” , you screamed as he wrapped his huge, muscular arms around your waist covering your white pristine shirt with  brown dirt . “I hate you”, you mumbled as he rubbed his dirty hair on to your neck. “ It’s your fault doll. You saw the truck and he puddle , and still didn’t think of telling me .”

“Idiot, lets go home and change . “

You got down the elevator , taking  long strides , tears rolling down your eyes ,as you walked towards the cab filled with your belongings. You  signaled the driver to take you to your destination .Your first choice of place would be your best friends  Amy’s house but right now that is your last one.

“Hmmm, Bucky …” , you moaned as he pressed  the  tip of his cock on to the lips of your pussy . This was your punishment for teasing him all day long . “`Wow, I never thought I’d have so much fun teasing you.”, he said slowly pushing his tip inside of you .He couldn’t hold it any longer and in one thrust he buried himself deep inside of  you . He wanted to punish you and fuck you hard but he couldn’t anymore. All he wanted was to make love and show you how much he loved you . So he set a slow but pleasurable place until you both were a moaning mess joined at a point , refusing to detach in fear of drifting apart .Why he felt this way , you didn’t know .

He looked out of the window and saw  you make your way to the cab . You got in without even sparing a glance at  him . You always waved to him when you went away , to work . But today was different , you went away , forever. He knew what he did can’t be forgotten nor forgiven . But he hoped this wasn’t the last time he saw you .

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY !!!!!!” , Bucky screamed banging kitchen utensils to wake you up at 12 AM .

“ Bucky!!” , you scolded . “Can’t you see I’m sleeping . Get lost”. Obviously not deterred by your request he started pressing small kisses all over your exposed body  . Your palm  , hands, legs , upper arm , shoulder…. “Okay  , okay , okay I’m up . What is it??”, you groaned . “ Happy anniversary  Y/N”. Your face softened upon the realization  . “Happy Anniversary Bucky”, you say as you pull him by his face to place a long kiss .You hum into the kiss so does he . “ Can we sleep now?” . He chuckles, “Sure honey  . But no sleeping whole of later today. Okay?  ”. “Hmmm…” you hum as slumber already taking you .

You went to your sister Taw home for the weekend . You needed to get away . One look at your state and she knew not to bother you with questions . She took you to your room where you laid there for god knows how long . Once you regained consciousness you made a beeline to the bathroom and not taking a look at yourself in the mirror you got rid of your clothes and got into the shower .


“I miss you soo much Bucky.When are you coming back ?”, you downright pleaded . “ I miss you too babe. But you know how it is . I got work and …hmmmm .” “Are you okay ? What happened ?” .There were hushed noises on the other side . “ Nah babe. It’s nothing . I will come back when I’m done”.”But it’s the fourth time that you’ve been gone for weeks  .” “  Y/N , I really have to go . I’ll call later , yeah”.”Yeah , Okay .Love you “. “Yeah , bye”.

Your sister helped cheer you up . She took you to your favourite childhood places , carnivals , plays , but nothing helped . You’d end up doing the same thing everyday . Get up , eat breakfast , take a walk, watch TV , eat dinner and sleep . Currently no sign of emotion appeared on your face . All your tears dries up .All your sorrows ….gone . Where? , you didn’t know . But you felt something . The need for something .

“Buck!!! I’m here to surprise you !!!”, you say as you push the doors to Bucky’s room in the tower. At this moment you wished everything you saw was just  a twisted dream that your mind tends to play during one of your stressful days. Unfortunately it wasn’t . You stood there at the entrance at the door .It seemed like someone had stuck superglue to you feet. You couldn’t register what was happening  . You could register the hurried motions with which clothes were worn . You couldn’t register two people calling you with a guilty undertone . All you could register was that Bucky – your boyfriend and Amy – your best friend , were found by your very own eyes having sex. You went back to your shared apartment and started packing your belongings.

You knew you couldn’t stay any longer at your sister’s . You had to go back some time . You reached your city at 2 pm. Hailed a taxi , went straight home . Slept for the next 3 hours until you got up and realized there was nothing at home to make your dinner .To do a quick shopping you grabbed your purse and phone and made your way to the supermarket present a block away . Bread, milk, eggs , cereal ,pasta , you mumbled trying to remember everything you needed until you spot them .

At one of the newspaper stalls discussing over what magazine to buy . They seemed happy laughing ,kissing , hugging. Your mind started wondering , were you the other woman all along, until you were snapped out of your thoughts by your name being called.

You turned your head to face the happy couple. You could see the guilt written all over their face . At this moment you knew what you needed. You made your way towards them with a slight smile and greeted them . As soon as their surprise over your demeanor faded  they greeted back . You invited them to the café down the block to talk. You wanted to know everything . You nodded along without any sign of emotion as Bucky recited the progression of their relation and the downfall of yours . After all of the truth came out you stood up and gave each of them a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek and made your way back home.

Now you felt at ease . You felt you could move on . You felt yourself again . You felt complete  .

Closure . Closure is what you needed.


First time posting my work like this.. it’s going to hopefully be a series.. hope you enjoy it.

Author: Gotnolife7

Pairing: reader/ Yugyeom.

Rating: M for mature.

Summary: You weren’t boring, you were busy there was a difference. While you were working hard your best friends called you lame. You could be fun and you would prove it.

“I swear to God if you don’t stop trying to scratch your scalp I will shave your whole damn head,” you yelled as you swatted away the impatient boys hands, “you aren’t making me do all this work just so you can ruin it!”

Bambam groaned and let out an annoyed sigh, “It burns Noona!”, he whined as you placed a plastic cap over his head. Dark brown hair now turning a pale yellow thanks to you. He begged and begged you to bleach his hair and turn it red, so here you where cramped up in his small bathroom. The damn boy complaining when you were doing all the work.

“Thirty minutes I promise,” you chuckled as you gave everything a once over. That only made him more whiny, plump pink lips pouting.

“Yah, are you almost done? Some of us have to use this bathroom,” Mark complained, leaning against the frame. You smiled and patted Bambam’s shoulder, “all your’s, come along child,” you giggled as you made your way out of the bathroom.

It was your normal Saturday schedule, you held up in your two best friends apartment just hanging about, and of course Bambam whining. You started out friends firstly with Marks girlfriend when you just moved to Seoul, who then introduced you to the both of them, Mark quickly taking the role of big brother. That relationship however hadn’t lasted very long and neither did your and her’s friendship, your friendship with the boys however stuck like superglue.

“Don’t even know why you are complaining, you wanted this,” Mark chuckled as he plopped himself down on the sofa next to you. Bambam only rolled his eyes in response making you chuckle.

Although you had two more years under your belt Bambam had a good nine inches in height under his. People confused you as the junior and him the senior and the boys never let you live it down. It was also more embarrassing out at the bars when you would get carded left and right while he just ordered his drinks freely, no one even batting a lash.

“How much longer does that have to stay on his head? We are going out tonight,” Mark grumbled while playing with his phone. You groaned, all you wanted to do was stay in and watch some movies, the boys however had other plans. Plans that of course included drinking and girls. You certainly didn’t feel like going out and being social, fact it was the number one thing you hated most in the world. It wasn’t that you weren’t good at it, you just preferred acting as if you were well into your fifties and stay in.

“Do we have to? I don’t feel like being fake social,” you grumbled as you threw your head back against the sofa, staring up at the ceiling.

“Oh no, don’t give me that. I know you Y/n and the last time you even spoke to the opposite sex, other than us, was at least two months ago,” Mark says, eyes narrowed as he tosses his phone down next to him.

It was true, it had been a while, in all aspects. Mark however was being slightly nice, the last time you even hugged a guy that wasn’t either Bambam or him was at least eight months ago, sex on the other hand. Well hell you were pretty much a born again virgin.

“And? I’m fine? If you haven’t noticed boys don’t like me,” you sighed, Bambam letting out a snort. “I agree with that Bambam,” Mark chuckled.

Your head whipped up glaring at the both of them, “ wow, so what? You all want me to become a hoe?” you half shouted as you slapped Marks shoulder.

“You need to live a little Y/n, what are you gunna do when we get girlfriends?” Bambam says, looking genuinely concerned,“we just don’t want you to be alone.” The thought did cross your mind, the boys did date here and there but it seemed fine that you all still hung out regardless.

“I’m not guys. Seriously I’m okay,” you sighed as you looked down at your hands. As much as you hated to admit it they were right, you had been feeling kind of lonely lately, especially at night. Hell your mind seemed as dirty as a mans at this point and your hand was your only lover, however you were shy as hell. Even if a boy glanced your way you couldn’t deal. It was sad.

“No, nope. Not having this. Tonight is the night Y/n I’m serious. Finals are over, you have tomorrow off. Let loose. Just once and we will stop bugging you,” Mark started, staring you dead in the eyes, your annoyance growing. You hated being the stick in the mud but you especially hated being called the stick in the mud.

“We will even buy your drinks,” Bambam chimed in as he crouched next to Mark, all eyes on you. Something in you shifted.

“Okay fine. Fuck it,” you groaned as you raked your fingered through your hair. It was true, you needed to live a little. You could be fun, and you were going to show them that you can have fun.

It was a little past eleven thirty when the boys finally swung by your place to pick you up. You gave yourself a once over, a wicked smile spread across your now dark red stained lips. The boys were going to freak and you knew it, but tonight was the night. You were going to have fun, let loose, and hell maybe finally at least talk to a boy.

The clicking of your heeled boots against the pavement seemed to be the only sound you could hear as your anxiety grew, your fingers fidgeting with the black tennis skirt that just barely seemed to cover your butt.

“Damn Noona, you look hot as fuck,” Bambam whistled out the passenger side window as you approached the car. Score one, as uncomfortable as you felt you knew the outfit was a good idea. “Finally wearing the leather jacket I got you two birthdays ago,” Mark chuckled as he held open your door signaling you to hop in.

You knew you needed to show the full outfit to gage the reactions, if you needed to change then now was the time. With shaky fingers you unzipped the jacket letting it open to reveal the deep red lace top that clung to you like a second layer of skin.

“Well I’ll be damned. Someone’s sure as hell looking for a man tonight,” Mark chuckled as he glanced at you in the review. You inwardly sighed in relief, at least you look decent. “No ones going to mistake me for a boy tonight,” you chuckled as you played with your pixie cut hair. If you had a dollar for every time you were mistaken for a boy by some drunk idiot, you would have endless drinks for at least six months.

You arrived at the club ten minutes later, your heart hammering in your chest, you needed alcohol and you needed it now. The bouncer let the three of you in as soon as you approached the entrance which surprised you, usually you would be waiting in line for an hour or so but apparently you just needed to show a little skin and boom easy access.

“You should dress like this more often, maybe we don’t even need to buy you drinks,” Bambam laughed as he patted your back, you rolled your eyes.

“Cranberry vodka now,” you demand as you pushed the tall, now red haired boy, towards the bar. You needed liquid courage, it was the only way fun Y/n was going to come out. As soon as he handed you the pink glass you swallowed it down in one gulp.

“Easy,” Mark yelled over the music at you. You ignored him as you quickly downed a shot of tequila Bambam handed to you. The liquid burning your throats but making you feel warm and fuzzy all over.

It only took twenty minutes before the boys quickly found their prey for the night leaving you alone with your third drink. You didn’t mind however, alcohol finally doing its job of loosening your tense muscles, your hips now swaying to the beat.

“Hey you look kind of lonely pretty girl,” a gross, clearly older, gentlemen chuckled. His breath smelling of gin and cigarettes. You sighed, “no I’m fine thanks,” taking another sip from your glass. This was usually the type of males that spoke to you, ones that assumed you were a lot younger and had some kind of sick little girl fantasy.

“Oh come on now don’t be like that. Did your little friends leave you all alone? Why not spend some time with a man,” he whispered in your ear grabbing you by your wrist to pull you forward. You could feel your stomachs churning.

“Piss off! I’m clearly not interested!” you yelled trying to break his hold which seemed to grow tighter, you knew you would have a bruise tomorrow. Suddenly you felt an arm wrap around your waist pulling you backwards into a hard but warm surface.

“Kindly take your hands off my girl,” an angelic voice growled behind you, a shiver running down your spine.  You could feel heat rising in your cheeks, it sure as hell wasn’t one of the boys. The older man only glared before he let go and took off. You turned to face your savior, their arm still wrapped tightly around your waist. Without heels you are a small five foot, with heels however you were a good five three average height yet when you turned all you saw was a very pale white neck. You craned your neck up, you could feel your eyes grow nearly popping out of the sockets.

Warm brown eyes staring into yours as you scanned down his whole face, making note of the small mole just below his eye, staring all the way down to the pair of plump soft looking pink lips now forming a smile, your heart was beating so fast you were sure he could feel it.

“You alright shorty?” he chuckled, arm wrapping slightly tighter around you. Breath, you needed to breath but your lungs seemed to be failing you.

You meekly nodded taking in a shaky breath. He chuckled, you could feel the vibration. Taking another breath you slightly came to your senses and took a step backwards, his arm dropping it’s hold.

“Erm, thanks. You didn’t have to..” you started as you glanced around desperately trying to find one of the boys. You felt so small and awkward under his gaze.

“It’s no problem. He was being a bit to touchy. Doesn’t seem to know when no means no,” he continued, stepping a little closer. You looked up at him wide eyed, every hair on your body seeming to stand tall.

There was no denying he was handsome as hell, your nerves were a wreck, this was out of the norm and you didn’t know what to do. You could feel your teeth grab hold of your bottom lip and you nodded in response. He looked down at your mouth causing your heart to beat rapidly.

“Are you here with someone? Maybe you should meet back up with your friends,” he pressed, his lips closer to your ear now. The music was so loud yet in that moment all you could hear was his voice, your body very aware of his breath against your skin.

Keep it together Y/n. You can do this. You yelled at yourself. This was your night after all.

“I’m here with some friends but I’m fine. I can take care of myself,” you shrugged, taking a quick swig of your now watered down drink. A smirk spread across his mouth and you could feel your insides screaming. Damn he was attractive.

“No denying it baby girl,” he chuckled and all of a sudden his arm was around your waist again, “care to dance? Maybe a way to say thank you for swooping in and defeating the bad guy?” his sweet voice making your whole body melt. You bit down into your lip hard, fuck it, you nodded and set down your drink.

He guided you down to the dance floor, you let the music take over, your hips swaying to the rhythm. Your body was on fire, arms wrapped around his neck, his hands finding their way down to your hips pulling you closer into him. If the boys could see you now.

His forehead came down to rest on yours, your body’s so close you could feel his chest rise and fall. Hooded eyes staring strait into yours, his warm breath washing over your face. A giggle escaped you lips, you felt like you were on fire, and suddenly his lips were attached to yours. Your head was whirling, you kissed him back and felt so alive.

Fingers tangled into soft black hair, the grip on your hips tightening. Alcohol running through your veins  making you brave. You bit into his bottom lip begging for entrance and he gladly gave it, your tongue slipping in without hesitation.

He pulled back breathless, “want to get out of here?” eyes glazed over, lips slightly plumper. God he was so damn hot. You nodded before quickly pulling him back in forgetting about all the other bodies surrounding you, kissing him slow and hard.

He broke away and wrapped his arm around, guiding you out of the club. You thought about Mark and Bamabam when the cold air from outside quickly hit you but the man pulled you closer to him as if to keep you warm and suddenly all you could think about were his damn lips.

Quickly you started getting closer to a sleek black car, his arm still wrapped around you to guide you, you grew impatient. Once you got closer to the vehicle you spun grabbing hold of the front of his shirt quickly pushing him against the door, gripping the back of his neck and pulling his mouth down onto yours. He froze for a second, clearly shocked by your sudden brave actions, but quickly collected himself and kissed you back. His large warm hands sliding into your unzipped jacket, gripping your exposed rib cage, a shiver running down your spine.

“Inside. Now,” he groaned against your lips as he quickly unlocked the door, you broke away and plopped down onto the cool leather seat trying to regain a normal breathing pattern. Your skin was on fire and begging to be touched. He quickly got into the drivers seat, door barely shutting before his lips were back onto yours. You couldn’t stand it, you needed him and you needed him bad.

“Drive now. Not here,” you gasped in between his slow kisses. You didn’t know how or when he did it but suddenly the car was on and you were driving away from the club. His hand sliding up and down your thigh.  Your teeth bitting down hard on your now plump bottom lip.

The music was off but all you could hear was your erratic heartbeat. His fingers slowly creeping up high, playing with the hem of your skirt. You didn’t look at him or stop him, you made sure to stare straight forward to keep yourself focused. A giggle escaping your lips, his fingers growing braver moved up further meeting a small corner of your clothed lace thong. You thanked god you were smart enough to wear some sort of cute underwear. His soft fingers sliding under the fabric gently grazing over your core.

“Already so ready,” he hissed as he felt how wet you had gotten just from him kissing you, your head leaning back into the seat as a small moan escaped your mouth. Suddenly his hand was gone, now both hands gripping the steering wheel. You let out a little whine. “Almost baby girl,” he chuckled as he sped up.

You had no idea where you were but you really didn’t care, you just needed him to hurry. Time wasn’t even  relevant to you to be honest. He got closer to a large apartment complex, a garage door gliding up, quickly pulling in and parking in a spot. You finally turned to look at him and his lips were back on yours, his hand flying under your skirt rubbing your clothed clit. Gasping and groaning your fingers laced into his hair, your hand slowly sliding down his chest to his pants growing more and more impatient when you felt how hard he was.

He groaned in response, the sound driving you crazy. As quickly as it started it ended and he was out of the car leaving you to regain your reins. He helped you out of the passenger seat, his arm wrapped around your waist again guiding you to an elevator.

You both waited in silence until the elevator doors opened, quickly stepping inside, the doors closing and you were back to your attack. Your body pressed against his, hand against his crotch making him groan into your mouth. It was the longest elevator ride of your life, the small ding making the both of you jump in surprise as if you had gotten caught. He smiled down at you as you giggled.

“This way baby,” he whispered in you ear giving it a quick nip, you yelped and followed behind. You noted how nice the hall and doors looked, definitely the nicer part of town. He stopped in front of the door at the very end of the hallway and quickly typed a code into the door, a click indicating it was now unlocked.

Let the games begin.

You went in first trying to look around the dark apartment, a click behind you made you jump. His fingers grabbing the tops of your shoulders spun you around, your back pressed against the cold wall, soft lips latched back onto your mouth. He was eating you alive.

His lips going painfully slow but strong, he was in control and your job was to just stay standing. Your body on such a high that you knew if he let go your knees would give out. Slowly you felt your jacket being pushed off your shoulders, the smooth fabric sliding down your arms hitting the floor with a light thud. Your hands slid down his chest, fingers undoing each button carefully as if you were saving the wrapping to a gift.

Dull nails scratching up your spine making you whine. When you finally reached his waist line your fingers went through his front belt loops and you pulled him closer making him chuckle into your mouth. You undid his belt undoing each button on his tight black jeans and slowly slid your hand into his boxers, groaning. He was hard and ready, and damn was he well built.

A low moan against your lips made you feel brave. It had been a good while, you were definitely out of practice and you could feel anxiety start to bubble. A fire erupted deep within your belly as he sighed into your mouth, you wanted to do good and by god you wanted to keep hearing his sweet moans.

Biting gently down onto his bottom lip you slowly slid down, fingers tugging into his belt loops causing his pants and boxers to slide down with you. You grabbed hold of him, hard and warm in your hands licking off the precum.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he grabbed hold of your hair. You giggled as you started your teasing, slow kitten lapping from bottom to tip before taking him in your mouth fully. He was a mess, groaning and breathing erratic, your hair being gently pulled.

It drove you mad, just the sound of him coming undone could get you off and you wanted to make him scream your name which he didn’t even know.

“Enough,” he growled pulling you up from the ground a little roughly, looking you dead in the eyes. No not enough, you needed more, you needed him. You licked your lips slowly, he stared down at your mouth and sucked in a breath.

“No. More,” you whispered as you pulled him to you mouth latching on to his, hand slowly stroking him causing his to shudder. Roughly he grabbed hold of your hands pinning them about your head, you let out a frustrated whine making him chuckle.

“Patience,” he whispered in your ear as his hand slid down your side, his other hand still holding your hands in place. He tugged the bottom hem of your skirt and hummed, “the little school girl skirt stays,” he chuckled, fingers gliding up your thigh. You giggled in response.

His fingers gently tugged your thong to the side and quickly slid two fingers into you causing you to cry out. There was no need to even warm you up. “So tight and ready,” he groaned as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you. You moaned and moved your hips into his hand.

“Please,” you moaned out, he was teasing you and you couldn’t stand it. It was now or never. He stared into your eyes, glossed over and full of lust, and quickly tore you away from the wall gripping you from behind your thighs and suddenly you were in the air. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his hard member now pressed against you causing you to move your hips, teasing him.

“So impatient baby girl,” he growled giving your ass a quick slap causing you to giggle. You were quickly thrown onto a soft bed, legs spread, eyes locked onto his. His shirt was suddenly gone and he stood in all his naked glory before you.

“I’m a little over dressed,” you giggled, he moved on top of you. Your top was quickly pulled off over your head, his mouth suddenly wrapped around your nipple. He was going to be the death of you.

“The skirt stays,” he said in between kissing down your torso grabbing hold of your thighs. Suddenly he was hidden under your skirt, underwear now on the floor, and stared licking your clit. You let out a loud moan. If this was how you were to die, so be it.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled as you heard the sound of a ripping wrapper. His tip right at your opening, and slowly he pushed in. You gasped, damn it had been a long time.

“So tight,” he moaned as he finally slid all the way in giving you a moment to adjust. It felt like forever before you slowly raised your hips to his causing him to moan.

Slowly he pumped in and out of you before the pace began to quicken. Both of you moaning and gripping onto each other for dear life. A fire growing inside of you threatening to escape.

“I can’t. I’m going to,” you moaned as your nails dug into his back.

“Ride it baby,” he moaned as you quickly reached your peak. In the midst of your orgasm you heard him let out a loud moan before you felt him twitch in you, collapsing next to you. Both of you breathing hard, coming down from your high. His arms wrapped around your small form, holding you close.

You were so weak and spent, your head cuddled deep into the crook of his neck, the both of you passing out.

You were on fire, hell you felt like you were in a fire. Sunlight forcing you awake from your blissful sleep. Slowly your eyes cracked open. This wasn’t your apartment, it sure as hell wasn’t the boys. You grew slightly panicked until you felt arms tighten around your waist causing you to look down. There he was.

Mr. Last night. Oh god that’s right. Your mind whirled. There he was all naked chest, sheets wrapped around you and him. He clung to you like a baby, so warm and soft.


Slowly and gently you loosened his grip and slipped off the bed. Your skirt the only thing covering you, quickly you swooped up your top, underwear, and heels dashing out of the room as quietly as you could. As you made your way down the hall you noticed how fancy the apartment was.

Must be loaded. You thought as you picked up your jacket from the floor of the door way before making your exit.

Here you were heels in hand, Ms. Walk of shame to the bus stop. No idea where you were or even what time it was.

Stick in the mud who?


Dear Arlo

About a year ago, my friend was taking a documentary film class and wanted to do her homework on you. On us. I said sure. She followed me around for a couple days and filmed our general goings-on–get your brother up, pack up, drive to the hospital, head to the step-down unit to see you, listen in on rounds, snuggle, stare at the coral walls, read the same dozen books again. She also did a couple sit-down interviews with me, and I knew the question was coming. I’d have asked it too. “If you could wave a magic wand, would you go back and change it?”

This was between the second and third times they cut you open, I think, after the heart surgery but before the Nissen. This was when you were miserable almost all the time because your system hated formula but before I knew that was the reason. This was when you kept spiking fevers, so they’d make everybody who came near you dress in a hazmat suit, and they’d poke you for blood, and you’d lose your shit, and your scarred little wrists and inner-elbows would give up not a goddamn drop, and I’d cry and cry and cry. 

And she was asking me would I change it?

Hell yes, I’d change it. I’d have given everything I owned to change it.

But the surgeries, the feeding troubles, the hospital stay, they were all part and parcel of your Down syndrome, and would I change that? 

Would I, if I could, go back to that ultrasound appointment at 18 weeks? Would I reach inside your skull and charcoal-pencil in a nasal bone? Would I reach inside your gut and superglue your stomach to your intestine? Would I reach inside your chest and zip up your heart?

Would I reach inside every cell of your body and pluck off the extra 21st chromosome and fling it in the garbage like a chewed-up piece of gum?

Hell no.

Listen to me: you are perfect and always have been. No part of you ever needed fixing. What those doctors did was repair a few things. Re-pair. Make paired again. ‘Fix’ implies there was something wrong, and there was never a goddamn thing wrong about you. You’ve always been right. Your oddly-shaped ear, your floppy body, your lopsided smile–all right, all perfect.

You’re my love, my sunshine, my guy. 

Would I change you?

Hell no.

(Though if you decided to start sleeping through the night, I’d be cool with that.)


SVT College AU  -  Seokmin

Originally posted by tahyunge

summary: ^^^^^^^^^^^ this gif. that’s it. that’s all the summary you need for college DK. 

genre: comedic fluff

a/n: thank you to the anon who requested!! help put my kid he needs help as in 

wake him up wake him up inside (he can’t wake up) wake him up inside 


also this is gonna be a series hell fuckin yeeeEAAAHHHHHHHHH


-let’s get this show on the road then ok 

-lee seokmin

-leap sockman

-is currently screaming at 3 AM


-there’s a cockroach in the bathroom

-how it got there? 

-ask joshua

-or seungkwan 


-seokmin is in college!

-he’s sharing a dorm with seungkwan and joshua!

-he’s doing music!


-he’s still screaming about the cockroach!

-him screaming at 3 AM isn’t rare

-he normally screams

-whale noise

-he has a very lovely singing voice

-like the god of singing 

-oh hi orpheus you thought that the super powers thing was over try again bitch 

-so other than him screaming at 3 AM people don’t mind just as long as they’re blessed with his singing talents in the morning

-he would just sit on the balcony 

-balconies?! where is this college i wanna go–

-yeah so he would sit on the balcony and just sing

-and everyone’s day would be 100% better

-”hey why are you so happy this morning??”

-”oh in our apartments we have this dude who sings every morning….he’s got the voice of an angel”


-our lovely seokmin is a very sociable person

-there’s not one person in his class that doesn’t enjoy his presence

-and he likes everyone 

-so it’s very hard to hate this kid


-well….it’s true

-even you didn’t mind him

-and you haven’t even met him yet!

-yes you’re in the same college and you’re taking guitar

-no seriously you can take guitar as a course

-and you’re living in the same building as seokmin and soonyoung and seungkwan

-one morning you’re jus minding your own business on the green

-trying to play your guitar

-without the chords or the strings fucking up god damn that was the worst

-but all of a sudden the strings were ok!


-so you started playing one of the songs you’re learning for the talent showcase 

-you and talent go hand in hand

-but audiences

-large ones

-the whole college

-oh no 

-shyness and stage fright consumed your life from the very start

-well shit

-anyways you started to play chasing cars by snow patrol

-that song reminds me of mingyu ily tol ass 

-anyways seokmin heard you from his balcony 

-which was easy because he was on the first floor

-and he just started to sing along like??????

-you hear his voice and you’re just taken back 

-h o w    d o e s    a    m a n    h a v e     s u c h    a n     a n g e l i c    v o i c e 

-you smile to him after you finished and he smiles back and inside your heart is fluttering but you don’t really know why but you did know that he be looking adorable like wtf 

-he was so cute to you


-hey cupid we got another lost cause help ‘em out will ya?


-you get back inside and he’s just there at the door

-”you’re really good at guitar.”

-”w-whoa thank you….i could say the same thing about your singing!! it’s so lovely.”

-”i’m seokmin, and your name is…?”

-”oh i’m y/n. nice to meet you seokmin.”

-and that’s where it started

-you two became singing and guitar buddies after that

-any day you had free was spent with him just singing and playing the guitar

-and making memes out of soonyoung for your ict class too

-ah the good life

-but….there was one overbearing thing still there


-the talent showcase

-you had no problem performing in front of seokmin 

-because you kind of expected him to say things like

-”holy shit that was crazy cool!!”


-”that finger work was just amazing!!”

-not in that way how many times do i have to say this woooooow

-anyways it was nice an all 

-but you were anxious about performing 

-and you were more focused on practicing

-so unfortunately rain checks came in a plenty for seokmin from you

-”hey can we go and sing outside today??”

-”i’m sorry seok i have to practice…maybe another time?”

-”yea…sure…don’t worry”


-yeah he was kind of worried about you practicing a whole bunch

-so one day he just came round to yours

-sat you down 

-and asked what the fuck was going on

-”it’s….the talent showcase”

-”oh i’m in that too!”

-”really? that’s great and all….but i’m scared of performing and stuff in front of people…my teacher said not to take part….but i have to prove something to him…”

-”ok first of all you’re stressing yourself out over this second of all you gotta put the guitar down…just for today? we can watch a movie or something….just to clear your mind alright?”

-”ok……which movie?”

-”i have shrek….or the bee movie…”


-”ask soonyoung”


-so you two chose to watch shrek and it was great an all

-but it was kind o flate

-and you get hella tired

-so you just..

-fell asleep on him

-he didn’t look like he cared

-but ooooooh boy was his heart racing like mad


-if you weren’t asleep you could hear his heart beating for you and make a song up on your guitar for him to confess but that would be the cheesy way out

-ok we gotta make this cute as heck

-every other day after that you practiced 

-and you were getting the hang of it

-of course seokmin was there on the sidelines cheering you on and checking on you like the #1 supportive crush he is cause he cares for you a lot

-so the day came sooner than you could say

-ulgo sipji nYEAC NYEAC

-and you were just backstage 

-but you wore the prettiest dress

-it was black and had a large bunch embroidered roses embellished on it on the skirt part and it was so beautiful

-your roommate did your hair and makeup too and she did a really good job 

-you’re just waiting to go on

-and you’re also lowkey freaking out because oh my god there’s a LOT of people out there 

-oh jeuss sihfdhdsfjhdsf

-but then

-you hear his voice

-seokmin’s honey angel voice to calm your nerves

-it wasn’t the practicing that you needed

-you just needed seokmin to be there just to say good luck or to even sing to calm your nerves

-but…you were actually on the verge of tears

-because his voice was so soft and he was amazing

-there was one more person in front 

-and just as they went on

-seokmin came off

-”you were amazing seokmin….”

-”thank you y/n…you ready?”

-”i guess….i feel numb from the head down so let’s fuck shit up”

-”that’s my girl”




-either he was quoting fifth harmony

-or he actually meant it

-the awkward silence that just erupted between you was cut short due to the person coming off stage

-who knew that comedy could be an actual college course

-and there you were

-standing on the side of the stage 

-ready to have yourself a good time

-but to also climb into a hole and die 

-but most of all you were calm 

-you didn’t care if you fucked it up

-you gave it your best 

-that’s all that would matter in the end

-ah…but there’s one more thing

-”y/n good luck and knock them dead!”

-”or revive them from when you knocked them dead…because they were still dead when the comedian was on”

-he wasn’t very good to say the least

-out of the blue….just out of thin air

-he took the little flower that was clipped onto his shirt

-and just pinned in your hair

-you nodded and gave him a smile before entering the war zone

-”hi….i’m y/n and i’m dedicating these two songs to someone really close to me i hope you all enjoy!!”

-guess who you dedicated those two songs to??????

-that’s right!

-it was seokmin!

-but while you said the opening you looked to him and he knew straight away 


-everything became so clear to him now

-the two songs?

-can’t help falling in love and all of me

-cheesy yes 

-but he loved them so much

-and the crowd did too!! wow!!

-you did an amazing job! 

-and not once did you back down!

-you got backstage 

-but you couldn’t find seokmin anywhere



-he’s right behind you!

-you turn around and you just have the biggest smile on your face

-and bam

-he just

-picks you up and spins around and hugs you

-he’s so proud of you

-from not being able to do it due to self doubt

-to actually making a crowd happy and cheer for you!!

-”y/n you did so well! i’m so happy for you!”

-”thank you seokmin.”

-”also…thank you for that little shoutout thing you did out there. it was really cute and special just like you”

-ok now your heart waS EXPLODING


-it was about to get even louder

-after the ending

-he walked you back you your dorm

-and all the way back 

-he would not let go of your hand

-at all

-your hand was superglued to his

-and he had gorilla glue 

-he had no intention of letting you go without a little something something

-uhuh here we go now

-you were just about to open your door and say goodnight bUT THENNNNN

-”so…uh….y/n….don’t leave just yet…i have something i want to ask you…”

-he said that just as he leaned in 



-boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom 

-out of just pure reaction and instinct

-you lean in too and just kiss him


-his lips were soft

-like a silk pillow 


-really soft

-it was a light kiss


-but it was so sweet 

-like wow 

-he was a little taken back but eventually kissed back 


-he’s been waiting to do that for ages 

-any minute now this boy was going to give you a heart attack


-”w-wait to what? to being my–”

“to being your everything. goodnight seokmin.”

-and that’s the story of how seokmin got you to be his girlfriend

-this is also the story of how you single handedly stole his heart

-yeah this is the metropolitan police force please give this young man his heart back he needs it to live to keep on loving you pleASE GIVE IT BACK


-”y/n? you’re smiling like a lunatic”

-”what happened? seokmin took you back here and he asked you to be his but you kissed him and said yes anyways?”





the new kid part 4

(this is gonna have one more part probs later today, thought it’d be done, but, whoops)




So when Angus told me that his family was kind of sort of famous, I was expecting like, I don’t know, maybe a TV star or something. I was going to be cool about it! I was going to be all, “Hi Angus’s family, I’m Nicky and I’m Angus’s friend from school,” and I was going to be totally normal and have fun hanging out with Angus even if it turned out to be like, I don’t know, Jeff Angel or somebody. I wouldn’t ask for an autograph or a photo or anything — although I guess if they had offered, I would have taken it.

But oh my gods! Ohmygodddddds!!!! I can’t even explain to you how important Angus’s family is!

Okay, so here’s what happened.

Mom dropped me off at Angus’s a bit after two, and wow, his house was huge! Like, it was a mansion! It looked like there were like, four garages and I was pretty nervous then, actually, cause me and Kitty and Mom just live in an apartment, nothing like this. But Mom didn’t seem surprised at all, that Angus had such a big house, she just parked the car in the driveway and said “I’ll walk you to the front door,” and so we walked up to the front door.

I was carrying a bag with some fruit that my mom was making me give to them, my mom is so weird about this sort of thing. She says if you visit someone, you have to give them a gift. But anyway, my mom rang the doorbell, and we heard this like, thundering chime, and then the door opened.

And then. Madame Director of the Bureau of Balance was standing there.

“Hi, this is for you!” I said, all at once, holding out the bag cause I had been like, conditioned into saying that, and I couldn’t say anything else because this was Lucretia, this was Madame Director, this is the woman who led the Bureau of Balance and was part of the Starblaster mission and she helped save so many worlds even though she betrayed her friends and she was standing right in front of me wearing like, mom jeans and a t-shirt that said SIZZLE IT UP WITH TAAKO & LUP! WORLD TOUR.

“Oh, thank you,” she said, and took the bag from me, and smiled at me and my mom and said, “Won’t you come in? Angus is, uh, pretty excited to have you—” and then Angus came running down the stairs and said “Nicky! Hi!” and then he turned to Lucretia and said, “Ma'am, I told you I wanted to open the door!”

“Well, you weren’t coming down,” she said in a very reasonable tone of voice, like, that annoying one that parents use to justify their decisions, and it was so much like conversations that I have with my mom, and it was so weird that Angus was having this conversation with one of the saviors of the known multiverse.

“That’s cause Taako superglued my door shut,” Angus explained. And then I realized that it wasn’t just Lucretia who lived here, it was probably like, the whole crew. “Again?” Lucretia sighed, and said “Okay, I’ll talk to him. Taako!” she turned and yelled. And then a voice yelled back “Whaddaya want, Luce?! I’m in the middle of something!” and then Taako, from TV peeked his head out from another room and waved at us and said, “Oh shit, you must be D'jango’s friend. He wasn’t makin’ you up after all!” before disappearing again.

Then Lucretia turned back to us and said, “Sorry, just one moment, it’s so nice to meet both of you” with an embarrassed smile. And then she started walking over to where Taako had been, saying “You can’t keep supergluing Angus’s door, Taako!”

I just want to emphasize that me and my mom were still like, standing in front of Angus’s open doorway, and I was still in shock about Angus’s family. But Angus looked kind of nervous, and said “Hey, Nicky. Uh, surprise?” and he looked like maybe I would be mad at him, so I smiled and said “Hi Angus, um, yeah this is a surprise,” and my mom laughed, and I realized that she hadn’t been surprised at all. I squinted at her.

“How come you knew about it?”

“I talked with Lucretia on the phone, honey,” my mom said.

“Oh,” I said. “Right.”

“I’ll be back around six,” my mom said. “You kids have fun, and Nicky, don’t be too much trouble.”

“She can stay for dinner, ma'am,” Angus said. He’s always super formal with adults. “Please? It’s no trouble.”

“Yeah, please?” I said.

My mom frowned and said “I should talk to one of your guardians about this,” to Angus, and he smiled and said “They won’t mind, really, I promise! I already asked them!”

And my mom sighed and said, “Well, okay. I’ll be back around nine, then. Have fun, you guys. Love you, Nicks,” and she dropped a kiss on my head and gave me a hug and I made a face and hugged her back.

Then she left. And Angus said, “Oh, come in, Nicky,” so I stepped into Angus’s house and asked, “Why’d Taako superglue your door shut?”

Angus shrugged. “He says I need to practice my transmutation, but, uh, I think he just likes messing with me.”

“He makes all your lunches, right?”

“Mmhmm, him or Lup.”

“Cool,” I said, because I didn’t want to be weird about the fact that two of the best mages-slash-chefs were making Angus’s school lunches, even though that was completely insane.

“Do you want to see my room?” Angus said.

“Sure,” I said, and then we went upstairs.


So the weirdest and really the only good part about the apocalypse was getting the story about the Hunger and the Starblaster crew broadcast into my brain. Like it wasn’t any freakier than anything else that had happened that day, and it was actually, I don’t know, it was really good and cool and kind of inspiring to hear that people had been fighting the Hunger for so long and that we had a chance at winning. And that was something I kind of needed to hear because I don’t know, Kitty had just killed this like, huge black tiger and I was covered in someone else’s blood at that point and Kitty had a huge gash in her stomach and was babbling about our dad and I thought she was going crazy, and we didn’t know where my mom was, so, I don’t know. It was good to hear about someone else fighting and maybe that we could win.

And I mean, overnight, everyone knew about the Starblaster mission, and also that aliens existed and were pretty cool and a lot like us, and after everything was over, me and my friends talked a lot about if people from other planes count as aliens. I think they do. So technically, Angus is living with a bunch of aliens, which is really neat and a little bit weird if you think about it too much.

But so, the Starblaster crew is like, beyond famous, and like, nobody is mad at them for it, you know, in the way sometimes people usually are toward celebrities that they don’t like. Everyone loves them.

And after the whole Hunger thing, well, mostly they didn’t use their fame that much I think? I don’t know, I’m not really keeping track, although there was this big magazine article interview that everyone was looking at, and mom made me and Kitty read it because “this is history, girls” and that was pretty neat. Oh yeah, and Sizzle it Up with Taako and Lup! was on tour just before school started, and I was super jealous of Fred and Janine, who both got to see it and said it was amazing. Jokes on them. And I think Lucretia’s building a library, cause they talk about that on the news a lot, and my mom likes keeping the news on while she’s making dinner.

I guess it makes sense that they’re living together, cause like, they’re a family. But I really really really want to know, how did Angus end up living with them?


So that was the first thing I asked when I went up to Angus’s room. Angus’s room is pretty neat. He’s got a lot of bookshelves and a really nice desk, and his duvet cover has a bunch of constellations on them.

“Do you want to see something cool?” he asked, when I walked in.

“Okay,” I said, and he turned off the lights, and then the ceiling turned into this super-neat starry sky illusion, like, the type of really high tech fancy thing you see at space museums with like, a voiceover and lots of booming classical music.

“Woah!” I said. “That’s so cool!”

“Davenport did it for me,” Angus said, grinning. “Isn’t it great?”

“It’s super cool,” I assured him, still looking up. “Hey, how’d you end up living with the Starblaster crew, anyway?”

“Oh, uh, it’s kind of a long story,” he said.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t wanna,” I said, realizing that maybe the reason he’s living with like, people who aren’t related to him, is kind of shitty, and he talks about his bio-parents not being great, so maybe I was like, being super rude to ask him.

“No, I just mean it’s actually a long story!” Angus laughed, and sat on the bed. “Like, um, I guess the short version is I met Magnus, Merle, and Taako on a train?”

“On a train?” I repeated, and I sat down next to him and laid down to look at the stars better.

“Yeah, and then I ended up working for Lucretia at the Bureau of Balance.”

“But you’re a kid,” I said.

“I’m the best detective in the world,” he said. “Er, well, best boy detective.”

“Sure,” I said, although I wasn’t sure I believed him. But I guess you have to be really smart to work for the Bureau, and Angus is really smart.

“And then after everything was over, Magnus asked if I wanted to move in with them, and I said yes.”

“That wasn’t that long,” I said. “Thanks for telling me!”

“You’re welcome,” he said. “That’s the first time I’ve told anyone about it.”

“Wow,” I said, and I kind of thought about what my life would be like if I wasn’t living with Mom and Kitty, and we lay there staring at the fake stars for a couple of minutes before Angus said, “I can show you how to cast magic missile now, if you want?”

“Yeah!” I said. And Angus got up, and I got up.

“Okay, let me just go grab an extra wand,” Angus said. “Meet me in the kitchen! That’s where the door to the back yard is,” and he ran out.


When I walked into the kitchen there was like, this huge magical set of thingies set up on the counter, and Taako Taaco was standing over it. I kind of froze, cause like, it looked really freaky and also holy shit, Taako!

“Oh hey, Ango’s friend,” Taako said, but he didn’t turn away from the thing he was doing, which was glowing and parts of it were steaming ominously.  "Whasyourname, again?“

"Nicky,” I said. “Um. What are you doing?”

“Tryin’ ta create a better philosopher’s stone,” he said, and that sounded pretty impressive to me.

“Cool,” I said, and then I kind of just stood there watching what he was doing, ‘cause I was pretty intimidated, and eventually he glanced at me.

“What’s the kid like, at school? Still a huge dork?” and it was actually kind of funny, that this was one of the saviors of the world, and he was trying to grill me about Angus’s school life.

“He’s cool,” I said, because you gotta stay loyal to your friends, especially against their parents. “He’s joining the magic club with me.”

“Hells yeah,” Taako said. “That’s m'boy.”

“Angus talks 'bout you a lot,” I said, cause I liked Taako and also he saved the universe so I think he deserves to know things, even if I’ve realized that he’s kinda a jerk to Angus sometimes. “He’s like, always mentioning his dad, and I guess he means you cause it’s usually like, about magic and stuff.”

“Angie actually calls me his dad?” Taako said, and he actually sounded really surprised. He looked up from his experiment. “Hachi-machi, really?”

“Yeah,” I said, cause I was surprised that he was surprised “Pretty sure he calls you and Magnus his dads, from the way he says it.”

“Fuckin’ a,” he said.

“Did you just say fuck?” Parents never curse, or at least my mom doesn’t, and none of my other friends parents’ do. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised because it’s Taako, from TV, the guy who helped save reality, but it was still really surprising.

“Fuck yeah I did,” Taako said. “Shit, the kid calls me dad, huh?” And I wanted to say he was being repetitive, but that would have been rude, and then Angus came downstairs carrying a wand on a lanyard and a second wand covered in little sparkly flame stickers.

“Lup let me borrow her spare wand,” he said. “We can go out back and I can show you how to cast magic missile?”

Then Taako snapped his fingers and a mage hand snagged Angus by the collar and dragged him over to where Taako was sitting.

“Hey!” Angus said.

“Wait one moment, hotshot,” Taako said, “You’re showing her magic missile?”

“Yessir,” Angus said.

“Nuh-uh,” Taako said. “Nope, not happenin’.”

“You taught it to me, like, last month!”  

“Yeah m'dude, and I’m the best transmutation mage in literally multiple realities,” Taako said. “You’re eleven, and teachin’ another eleven year old. I ain’t riskin’ no lawsuit, bubelah.”

“I’m gonna be twelve, soon.”

“What’s Lulu doing?”

“Um, reading a book, I think?”

“C'mon,” Taako said, and then snapped his fingers again and all the weird magical stuff on the table froze and stopped steaming, and he walked over to the staircase, and we followed him. At the foot of the stairs he yelled, “Hey Lup!” and then a voice yelled back, “What’d you fuck up, Taako?” and he yelled, “Nothing, fuck you! Hey, come down here and show the kids how to cast magic missile, Ango’s friend wants to learn how to do it!” And Lup yelled back, “Sure!” and then a couple seconds passed, a door slammed, and Lup Taaco came clattering down the stairs.

“Sup, mini-nerds,” she said, but in like, a nice way. “Let’s go out back.”


Annoyed - Michael smut *visuals*

Michael was annoyed with you and ignoring you, you’d gone out with friends instead of spending the day with him like he’d asked but ever since he’d been back from tour he’d been stuck to your side like he’d been permanently superglued there and at first it was cute but it got damn right annoying and you honestly needed a break and some girl time.

“Babeeeee, michael, mikeyyyyy” you whined, michael still proceeded to ignore you and walked into a different room, you followed him still begging for his attention so you could apologise, you didn’t release how annoyed he’d actually be with you.

“Michael, look i’m sorry, i thought it would be good for us to have a little break from eachother, you’ll get bored of me soon” you chuckled “I didn’t mean for it to upset you like this, if i had known i honestly wouldn’t have gone” you pleaded but michael still wasn’t listening, continuing the with silent treatment he walked into your shared wardrobe to rid himself of todays clothes and get ready to go to bed, but you weren’t having that. You followed him, trying to be discreet and silent you began to take off your clothes and leaving yourself in your bra and panties, you patiently waited for michael to turn around as you stood in front of the mirror. Michael turned around readt to walk out of the room which was when you took action, making sure he was still watching you, you slowly unclasped your bra and dropped it to the floor.

You then turn around and give michael an innocent face you know he can’t resist, you crept over to him, gently touching his arm

“I’m so sorry baby” michael growled, the hard on prominent in his fresh boxers, he began pushing your head towards the floor and finally for the first time today spoke “You did this, sort it out” he panted

“Anything for you baby” you whispered, kissing his happy trail you began pushing down his boxers, they hit the floor with a small thud, not wanting to make michael get anymore annoyed you immediately took him in your mouth, using your hands to pleasure the parts you can’t fit in your mouth

“That’s it baby, take my cock, fuck just like that” michael panted “You’re such a good girl”. Michael started tensing up and you knew he was close, you looked up at him as he moved your head off of his cock, he helped you up off the ground and said “As much as i want you to finish that, i have other things in mind” and with that he picked you up and threw you on the bed. He started roughly kissing you before slowly inching down your body before his face was hovering over your dripping pussy, “Please michael, DO SOMETHING” you screamed

“Be patient kitten, you haven’t been kind today, you’ll take this punishment” michael growled and then took an small lick over your clothed centre

“Fuck michael, PLEASE” you screamed

Michael then ripped your panties in half, desperate to get to what was underneath, desperate to tease you. He then began slowly kitten licking your throbbing pussy, not giving you exactly what you wanted

Your legs began to shake, loving the small amount of pleasure he was giving you.

“I think that’s enough kitten, are you ready for my cock” he smirked

“Yes, fuck michael please, i’m sorry, please fuck me” you begged

“As you wish baby” michael smiled as he brought his throbbing cock to your entrance, “Fuck you’re so wet” he whispered as he entered you.

He began roughly pounded into you, knowing it was what you both wanted, what you both needed

“Fuck baby you feel so good, oh fuck” michael moaned

You were lost for words, moans leaving your mouth after every breath, you were in complete euphoria until michael pulled out. You stared at him in confusion, “I want you to ride me” michael moaned, and you happily obliged. Michael laid against the plush cushion as you carefully eased yourself onto him, starting off slow but quickly quickening the pace of your bouncing, michael grabbed ahold of your calves trying to steady you

But you decided you wanted to see michaels face so you switch positions turning to face him, he grabbed ahold of your hips and began to meet your movements, knowing your were both close. “Fuck y/n, i’m so close, fuck”

You began to bounce harder trying to get michael to reach his high before your own, michaels cock began to twitch and muscles tightening as he reached his high, moans leaving his mouth, the sight of michael set, you off as you came all over his cock, you rode through your orgasm before slowly stopping and looking into michael’s eyes

I love you’s left each of your mouths as you stopped, you knew michael had forgiven you, you gently got off of him and layed next to him. You shared one final passionate kiss before curling into each others arms and falling into a peaceful slumber, wrapped up in love.

Dear Tumblr, I have been quiet for so long! But here’s why. I’ve spent the past few weeks trekking through the Himalayas on the Annapurna circuit. One of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. 

I’m going to share the tale of time on the circuit day by day, in the hopes it gives you all a good laugh, makes you all admire how cool I am and maybe gives you some info if you’re also planning on doing the same thing.

Day 1. Pohkara to Besisahar to Ngarde. First of all, let me introduce my trekking team, who all just happened to sit near me on the bus.  Erica from America
The baby of the group. 20 years old, though you’d never guess it. Whether her maturity level was on par with ours or whether we all had the maturity of a 20 year old is still yet to be decided. The amount of times we discussed our toilet habits makes me think it’s probably the latter though. She wants to study film and learn more about her camera, so we were basically the greatest pair ever. It was nice to impart some of my knowledge.
Tomas, Tommy, Tomik, the Norwegian.
A career traveller who spends half his time in the arctic on a weather station and the other half gallivanting the globe creating all sorts of mischief. Basically the coolest dude in the world despite the fact he needs tattoos to remind himself to breathe. We just said goodbye to him as he jumped on his motorbike to head back through India along the Manali leh highway. See what I mean. Coolest dude.
Bob, a.k.a Bobby hot shakes
If there was an award for ‘greatest human alive’ bobby would definitely win. The papa bear of the group, 32 from England. He became our unpaid tour guide, mapping each days route and making sure we didn’t wander off the path to our death.
When my shoes broke and i needed superglue, bob had my back. When my water purification didn’t work and i needed a chlorine tablet, bob had my back. When I needed a laugh to make my forget how sore my back was from carrying all my camera gear, bob most definitely had my back.
Marijn, a.k.a Big Maz.
A dutch software engineer with the sweetest calf muscles known to man. Big Maz kept us entertained by consistently living his best life. When my water bottle broke he admired his own unbroken water bottle. When my shoes broke, he was amazed by how unbroken his own shoes where. When we were tired from trekking, big Maz was ready to run down and run back up the mountain. We love you mazdog.

And finally me. Surprisingly for the first time in my life I wasn’t the weirdest one of the group.
So to begin the trek you need to take a bus from Pohkara to Besisahar. 3 - 4 hours getting bounced around. From Besisahar we trekked to Ngarde, about 4 hours of hiking. First up we had to weigh everyone’s backpack to discover who’s was heaviest. I won the competition by a landslide (my canon 5D, 70 - 200m lens, 16-35mm lens and my tripod weighing me down), much to Big Maz’s amusement due to my tiny size.
Finally we set off, we got lost on the first turn, but luckily Bob got us back on track. It’s a subtropical climate down at normal alititude, so we were all sweaty messes. It seemed crazy to think in a few days time we’d be hitting the snow.
I thought the first day of the trek was meant to be dusty and dirty, filled with trucks and other trekkers. Friends had told me it was like a highway of trekkers, but I guess because I did it juuuust on the edge of the season there wasn’t as many people.
Adorable town after adorable town, tropical jungle, rice fields, children yelling namaste, cows and buffalo chewing grass.
Finally we reached destination 1. Ngarde. We walked past the first section of the town and ended up at the ‘Adventure Trekkers Guesthouse’ a beautiful little place right next to a river that runs fresh from the mountains.The rooms are simple but cozy and if you lie in the correct position you won’t feel how thin the mattress is. (Plus the longer you travel in asia the more you enjoy hard beds)

I photographed the first sunset of my trip and the old love came back. I’d been so worried that working in my field had drained my creative energy and most of all my passion. I’d hardly grabbed my camera in the first week of my trip and back home it had become an effort to go on a photography adventure. But day 1 of the circuit and I couldn’t put it down again.
I just needed something worthwhile to photograph, something inspirational.
I also had my first stargazing adventure, I decided to leave the camera behind as I knew the stars where just going to get better and better the higher up we got.
I was sitting down listening to the water rush past, watching the fireflies light up around me and staring up at a perfect view of the stars.
All I could do was breathe. Breathe in the beautiful life I’m so privileged to lead. Breathe out all the worries that had been clouding my judgement and weighing me down in my home life.
It was a lovely moment that was only slightly ruined by the discovery of 2 leeches in my pants. The first day was complete and it seemed hard to imagine it getting any better, already it all seemed too good to be true. BUT BETTER IT GOT!

The next excerpt comes tomorrow.

"Song For When You Want To Say I Love You But You Can't"

This song is the epitome of Let’s write a love song to each other about how we can’t say we love each other.

This song is exactly what it says. How to say I love you, when you can’t. They wrote it to and for each other as a celebration of the love they share for one another. A love that they can’t fully admit to the outside world, maybe can’t even admit behind closed doors. But upon listening to this song, we both realized there is a lot that alludes to their shared life. There are so many references to their relationship and the things they have experienced in their thirty plus years together. We theorize that they are singing to each other, not these ‘imaginary’ women. This analysis is highly subjective, but we need to note that Rhett and Link’s  inspiration draws from their shared past. We will attempt to deconstruct these lyrics, connect said lyrics to their combined past and illustrate how this song is indeed about their love for one another. Let’s do that.

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Valentine’s Day Part Three

Part Two

When Nico slipped on a puddle of milk and was only saved from breaking several bones by Will grabbing him he realised it might be time for a time out.


Will smiled and held his hands up in surrender. He had whipped cream in his hair, a smudge of chocolate sauce on his nose. Like the rest of the kitchen he was also covered in a light dusting of flour: he looked ridiculous, like he was trying to do a ghost impersonation. Nico stood up on tiptoes to kiss him.

“It’s going to take forever to clean all this up,” Will said, ducking out from Nico’s clutches with a mischievous grin. “And we’ve still got to do those cookies. No time for kissing.”

Nico shoved him lightly and Will fell back against the cooker, smirking like the awful brat he was.

“You’re the worst and I hate you,” Nico told him.  

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hELLO !! thankyou for requesting ! I hope you like it x

“Not as an official couple, just someone special to got7 members (gang au). Reaction to you knowing someone from an opposing gang out of coincidence (school, job, childhood friends). Idk if you’ll be able to fit it in this request, it’s okay if not, but also that the opposing gang has a protection claim on you.”


JB would not be having any of this at all.especially if y'all were friendly with each other. unlike some of the other members, JB would tell you exactly what he thinks and wouldn’t hold back. he’d tell you that he didn’t want you to meet up with your friend but you did anyway and he’d be pISSED. he’d be like extremely salty if you came home to the house that you shared with the boys and probably wouldn’t speak to you for a number of reasons. 
1. bc you went against what he wanted you to do 
2. bc as soon as you left he probably had people go and ambush the poor guy and he didn’t want to tell you and he can’t lie to you so he’s gonna steer pretty clear of you


Mark would make you think that he was chill with it yet as soon as you leave the room he’d get all the boys around a table to plot an attack, not on the gang itself but on the guy that you are friends with in particular. he’d be silent about his opinion with a simple ‘I don’t want you going but as if you’re going to listen to me’ and thus, plotting an attack


extremely extra about the whole situation, you and the boys could all be sitting in the lounge room and you could be texting this guy or something and Jackson takes a sneaky peek over your shoulder and scream his head off, jump into jb’s arms and look at you like you were a little spider getting ready to eat him. he’d act disgusted but really he didn’t care that much bc he knew that if the guy hurt you in anyway shape or form, Jackson would have his head approximately 3 and a half minutes after finding out.


you know that judging/resting bitch face that he always gives yugyeom when he does…. literally anything ever, well that look would be superglued on his face when he found out. this guy wouldn’t even smile at you when he saw you. you are now less valuable then the bottom of his shoe (he actually is extremely emotional about this situation and posed but he makes you think this so you feel bad and never see the guy ever again)


I don’t see youngjae actually doing anything about it, maybe sitting you down and having a serious chat to you because he’s worried about you and your safety and he’d be really about whether your friend has ever or has tried to hurt you in anyway. he’d also be kind of suspicious about you and him talking. things like ‘is she spying on us’ 'has she been giving her friend and his gang information on us’ and a lot of other questions along those lines


I feel like Jackson and bambam would have the same reaction tbh. like extremely extra and playful even. deep down he would be really worried about you and if you were safe and frankly, if you really knew what you were getting yourself in for two reasons,,
1. so you don’t get hurt
2. so he is ready if he needs to save you and look really manly when doing so


tBH, I think yugyeom would be really, really, really protective, like almost more then JB. no joke I think yugyeom would go as far as to handcuff himself to you and put the key somewhere you will never find just so that you don’t go and see this guy, so that he is next to you 24/7 so if you text him he’s there to break your phone and then take you out and get a new one and not putting the guys number in it, if you were going to meet the guy, yugyeoms there also. at the end when you get over being handcuffed to him, y'all will most likely have a yelling match in the middle of the kitchen at like 12 at night and have JB come out of no where with the key, unlock your handcuffs and give you both a smack over the head before stomping back to bed and leaving you both there giggling at jb’s swollen eyes and messy hair, completely forgetting about your fight


Fraternizing with the Enemy [JasonxF!Reader] [One-Shot]

Merry Christmas everybody, consider this my gift to you! ^^

I swear I’ll get back to my requests asap, I just really needed to get some BatFamily Christmas Fluff out of my system.

I hope you guys like it! :3

[If you enjoy my writing, feel free to request something when requests are open! ^^]

Fraternizing with the Enemy

Fic Summary: Jason never was a big fan of Christmas, as opposed to his girlfriend. She could’ve found a better way to get him in the holiday spirit, tough.

Word Count: 1,8k

Warnings: None

The doorbell of the manor chimed right as (y/n) was about to toss a handful of flour at Tim. While the girls had gone out for some last minute Christmas shopping, she’d decided to stay back and help the boys bake cookies. However, Dick and her had been forced to watch as Damian and Tim already failed at agreeing on what kind of cookies to make. She’d just been thinking about what kind of nightmare decorations would be, when the first egg flew through the air and smacked the youngest of the family right in the face. That had escalated into an all out war which in turn had resulted in them being covered head to toe in baking ingredients as well as leaving the kitchen in a similar state that would most likely cause Alfred a heart attack. 

“(Y/N)!!!” an angry shout basically cut through the happy atmosphere, making the young woman freeze in place before dropping the flour to the ground and diving behind the counter with a shriek of: “Hide me!”

The voice belonged to none other than Jason Todd, her boyfriend of two years. And the guy was beyond pissed.

“(y/n), what the hell did you do?” Dick asked with a raised brow.

“Well…” she started, popping her head out from her hiding spot and sheepishly rubbing the back of her neck. “Jason was being all bitchy about hating Christmas, although I know he doesn’t really hate it, and I was getting sick of it, so I may or may not have superglued a Santa hat onto his helmet and replaced his guns with candy canes.”

“Ha! You’re dead meat, (l/n)!” Damian laughed while wiping a mixture of butter and flour off his cheek and flicking it towards Tim, who glared at him in response before reluctantly agreeing with his brother: “True. Jason loves you to bits, but that was a ridiculously stupid move.”

“I know.” she whined. 

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Night Security at a Zoo

by reddit user SeasideConflux

This was a really well-written story that had an extremely terrifying concept. 

“Damned, dirty apes,” Ronnie cursed into the radio.

“What’s going on out there?” I asked, giving his quote a chuckle. I could hear the shrieking of the baboons in the background. The storm came down worse than the pretty weather girl said on the television earlier that night. In fact, it was the complete opposite. The wind gusts blew through the zoo accompanied by torrents of cold, thick rain. She said it was supposed to become a drizzle in the next couples hours yet it was intensifying.

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You Need a Maid? Chapter 9

Fandom: Avengers / Marvel
Rating: G / PG13 / R
Warnings: Sexual situations, swearing. 
Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel, blah legal stuff. Don’t sue me, I’m poor.

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With the brisk chill of Autumn at your window, you woke with a taste for apple cinnamon pancakes. Not being one to deny your cravings you headed to the kitchen after wrapping yourself in a sweater. Soon you were standing at the stove, flipping flapjacks onto a plate. The smell of sweet cinnamon wafted through the house.

“You made my favorite!” Exclaimed Tony, and you turned to look over your shoulder, surprised to see him. He almost never ate breakfast with the others. You slipped a pancake from the pan onto a plate and placed it onto the island in front of him.

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