no idea why i am posting a picture of him spitting

Private Tutor - Teacher AU

Jimin sighed, leaning back against the couch. “Well, you’ve got another two days to finish it. Do you wanna meet up again tomorrow and we can try again to work on it then? Maybe…”

“No!” you interrupted, barely in control of your own voice. It was hard to tell which of you were more surprised by the sudden outburst. “I mean… I don’t want to leave. Not just yet.”

“Oh,” Jimin said, barely able to look you in the eyes. “You can stay then, if you want…”

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genre: fluff(?)/smut (teasing, begging, oral, after care :-))

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anonymous asked:

Omg can you do like a really smol thing like otabek and yuri search up their names for fun and they find daddybek :3

I couldn’t resist, thank you sO much for this

“What the fuck?”

Otabek lifted his head to look at Yuri from his place on the boy’s bedroom floor, continuing to pet the cat rubbing against his legs. 


Yuri didn’t reply, his expression one of concentration as he stared at his phone, rolling onto his stomach from his previous lounging position on his bed. Otabek leant against the frame to try and peek at the screen, and Yuri shifted away slightly as if he was embarrassed to let him see.

“What?” Otabek repeated, his curiosity growing at the redness in Yuri’s cheeks.

“Does ‘Ota’ really mean ‘dad’?”

The Kazakh’s brow furrowed.

“Oh. Yes. Why?”

Once again Yuri didn’t reply, swiping his finger down on the screen to read more. With a final scratch to the cat’s chin, Otabek stood and sat down besides Yuri on the bed, bracing himself on an arm and leaning in closer. His mouth felt dry.


“Apparently it’s a huge thing. What the fuck?” Yuri repeated, scrolling through the tags on various social media. Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter - #daddybek was everywhere.

The pair had just been passing the time, looking through the posts that showed up when looking up Yuri’s name. Google supplied mostly news articles about his winnings and Youtube showed his various routines (and a few ‘Best of Yuri Plisetsky - Kiss and Cry’ compilations). Otabek’s name pulled up respectable interviews and other tame content… But then there was this. This was something entirely different.

Otabek felt slightly flustered at how intensely Yuri was looking at his phone, reading out various posts.

“’You’ve all heard of ‘Yurio Nice,’ now get ready for ‘Literally Choke Me With Your Thighs Daddybek–’”

What?” Otabek sputtered, reaching over to take the phone from Yuri’s hands. He had to be kidding.

Yuri snatched his phone back, shooting the Kazakh a dirty look. Otabek apologised.

“I can’t make this shit up. People are really invested in this. ‘Daddybek Altin could spit in my mouth and I would thank him,’” Yuri paused, snorting as he glanced up to see the expression on his friend’s face. “Should I continue?”

“Please don’t,” Otabek grimaced, thinking about spitting in a complete stranger’s mouth. Anybody’s mouth.

Of course, Yuri continued anyway, reading out posts. Some made him shout out in disgust, others had him laughing so hard he hid his face in his arms, unable to even read them aloud. Otabek groaned, lying down on his stomach besides Yuri, pulling out his phone in hopes that the blonde’s excitement would fade and he would get off of the topic. He lost all hope when he heard Yuri gasp.

“What?” Otabek said again with caution, peering up from his place on Instagram. He quickly double tapped the picture of Phichit’s hamsters.

“There’s a whole fucking blog.”


“Fuck you, I’m doing it.”

Otabek tried resisting the urge to take Yuri’s phone again, not wanting to earn another of his dirty looks, but oh my god. There was no way that such a blog was a good idea, and he definitely did not want Yuri to read or see what the hell was going on there. He reached for the phone quickly, Yuri batting his arms away with one hand and stretching the phone out of reach with the other.

“’Daddy Otabek is a miracle. The one true gay icon–'”


Yuri laughed wickedly, squirming free of Otabek’s hold as the man tried to wrestle the phone out of his hands half-heartedly. He continued to read, gently pushing Otabek’s face away. He groaned again, giving up the battle and resting his head on Yuri’s back. His hoodie was soft.

“’Please take a moment to consider Daddybek tying up KittenY–”

Yuri paused, and Otabek could feel him tense. He lifted his head.

“Who am I tying up?” 

“They’re all a bunch of perverts!” Yuri protested, voice squeaking and face flushed as he shouted at his phone. Otabek caught on.

“Let me see.”

NO,” Yuri wheezed, suddenly crushed under Beka’s weight as the wrestling began again, desperately stretching out his arms to keep the phone away.

“You wanted to see the blog so badly, so let’s have a look,” Otabek teased, body pressed against the smaller boy’s back.

In a fit of panic, Yuri threw his phone across the room with a yelp, both of their movements stopping as it hit his mirror hard. Silence hung in the air, Yuri pursing his lips and both of them staring at the phone laying on the floor.

“…So, who was I tying up?”

Yuri groaned, pushing Otabek’s face away again as the older man laughed.

Aftermath Afterthoughts

It’s far after midnight & I can’t sleep. Again.
The rain’s pouring softly against the window as mother moon kisses my skin. Cold. Harsh.
I feel the light, play with my left hand’s fingers in the air, move them smoothly - like in some wicked yet naive fairy dance. Pale skin, blue veins, some smaller scars. This moment; I try to capture it by closing my eyes & trying to memorise every detail:
The light in which here & there a dust particle follows its way through space, the blank mosaic that mirrors as shadows on my blanket. It’s so … peaceful. War is over. Voldemort lost for once & for ever.
I open my eyes. I see. I see it but I don’t want to. Pictures flashing in my mind. Dumbledore falling. Hogwarts burning. Harry in Hagrid’s arms.
I hate these memories. I did things I never should’ve done. This mark will be there. All the time. Reminding me of my failures. The war might be over, but it’s still inside me, in my head - fighting endless & pointless.
Wounds will heal anyway. The emptiness won’t get filled. I wish to erase my past, rewrite. It could’ve been different. It could’ve been with the right people. I … can’t understand why I did this; impressing my father, my mother? For whom & for what? My actions hurt. Not only me but others as well. Pressure forms coal into diamonds. I once have heard that from Hermione. Am I a diamond now? Hah! No. But who am I to blame rather then myself.
What do I want? I don’t know. Or I know but I’m just too cowardly to ask, too scared to just doing it. I shouldn’t let my past swallow me & spit me out again. Easier said than done - for sure. I want to be me but who is me anyway …
Harry knows who he is, even that Weasley boy. But I?
I so hate myself & I can’t show it to anyone. It’s always referring to ending up in that “stone cold grey-eyed ghostly-pale son of a deatheater”.
I have to be untouchable & unreachable. Always have to be distant, head held high. Why was I so easy to get influenced by wrong beliefs that shapes me into this … Monster. I am a monster. A true snake.
How often have I tried to wash, to scratch & to hex it away? Million times. I could cut it out, maybe that’ll help but .. I wouldn’t do it anyway.
I want to apologise. Apologise to Harry, Ron, Hermione, apologise to everyone I did wrong.
I feel misplaced, unable to cry, unable to breathe.
Unable to walk to him & tell him how I feel about him, ask him how I could do things better, what I could do so he accepts my apology.
He wouldn’t - I can’t even forgive myself. So how will he? How will anyone?
I love him.


Big thank you to @queenofthyme for encouraging me to post my first text-thingy-story-whatever 💜🌸

Just Rogue One Things (I Noticed in the Movie)

I know a lot of people have made these posts already, but I wanted to make my own. Sorry if I point out stuff you’ve seen on other lists.


-8 year old Jyn runs like a girl. Just sayin’.

-Saw seems like a great guy, and I’m not trying to attack him or anger his fans, BUT… What the HECK was he thinking, leaving 16 year old Jyn in a BUNKER of all things??? Literally ANY OTHER PLACE WOULD’VE BEEN BETTER. Does he not remember finding her so many years ago, alone in the world, scared, mourning her mother, missing her father, IN A BUNKER??? *screams for days*

-On I calmer note, I love the outfits in this movie. Jyn (and everyone else) dresses SO modestly. Like, the most skin she ever shows is her wrists. I cannot even begin to say how much I appreciate that. 

-Jyn is trembling a bit when the Rebel Commanders and Cassian explain why they busted her out of prison. 

-We get to see Cassian put on/take off that coat SO MANY times. Actually, he changes his clothes a lot in this movie… THANK YOU DISNEY

-Cassian says, “That’s Jedha” in an awkward attempt at small talk, and Jyn is having NONE OF IT. It’s basically the equivalent of him coming up to her and going, “So, crazy weather, huh?” Nope, try again, sir.

-Cassian loves the way Jyn talks to K-2SO. Don’t even pretend you didn’t notice.

-”You seem awfully tense all of a sudden.” Girl, have you been paying ANY attention to this guy? He’s the very definition of tense. Seriously, look up the word ‘stressed’ and you’ll find his frowning face. (A related search will probably ask you “Did you mean /stress/?” Click on that and you’ll get Jyn’s picture.)  

-Right after Jyn shields Cassian from the explosion behind them, he gives her a very brief look of complete shock. Blink and you’ll miss it, though. 

-I’m sure most of you saw this the first time, but it took me 3 viewings to realize that Chirrut. SAT. ON. A. DEAD. STORMTROOPER. Ah, to one day achieve that level of sass… 

-So, to sum up Jyn’s actions in Jedha: She saved a little girl, destroyed several Stormtroopers, protected Cassian’s butt, and topped it all off by JUMPING IN FRONT OF K-2SO TO KEEP HIM FROM GETTING SHOT BY BAZE. And y’all are wondering why Cassian couldn’t just leave her behind???

-What was Saw thinking as he watched Jyn’s REAL father tell her that he loved her, that he thought of her every day, that the pain of losing her was almost more than he could take, that she was still his beloved, his stardust…? I have so many feelings. 

-Saw approves of RebelCaptain when he says, “Go with him [Cassian], Jyn!”

-Also, Cassian pulling out his blaster when he sees Jyn on her knees, like, “WHAT’D YOU DO TO HER, YOU MONSTER??? FIGHT ME!!!” is gold. 

-Poor Cassian. The man just wants to do his job, his horrible, murderous job, and now he finds himself surrounded by people who are huge fans of the Erso Family. Even K is starting to warm up to Jyn. He’s doomed if he kills Galen, doomed if he doesn’t. 

-You can actually see the sheer panic on his face when Jyn starts defending her father. He looks like he wants to throw up. Outstanding acting there, Mr. Luna. Well done.

-These guys would be dead so many times throughout the film if not for Bodhi. He is arguably the most important member of the Rogue One team. (And he has no idea.)

-”Your father’s message. We can’t risk it. You’re the messenger” is THE most bull crap excuse ever. Cassian could’ve said, “No, this is a job for men” and he would’ve fared better. 

-Seriously, though, watch Cassian’s body language in this scene. He won’t face Jyn, won’t look at Jyn, does his best not to talk to Jyn. He’s an experienced spy with hundreds of secrets buried in his mind, and yet, around her, he’s a mess. 

-K is probably so confused after getting yelled at by Cassian. “I’m finally civil with your little girly-friend and this is how you treat me? #humansarecrazy”

-Jyn calls Galen ‘father’ once. After that, it’s only ‘papa’. Why? Because, deep down, a part of her is the same little girl who hugged him and told him she loved him. That part resurfaces when she sees him after SO LONG, and it’s painfully clear how much she wants to be his little girl again. This scene has so much psychological depth, I can’t even

-Also, Galen’s body was so twisted. Getting blown up is not a gentle way to go.

-MEANWHILE: Bodhi manages to steal an Imperial cargo shuttle. But apparently that’s too boring to show on screen.

-AND IN OTHER NEWS: Chirrut shoots down a TIE Fighter. From the ground. With a crossbow. Also, he’s blind. “Is he a Jedi?” “No. The Jedi wish they were HIM.”

-At some point when Cassian and Jyn are having their little spitting contest (just kidding I love that scene and both of them so much), Chirrut stands. Check it out. He was sitting. Now he’s standing. (Ooooo, you’d better watch out, Captain Andor. Jyn has friends in high places.

-I wanna high-five the person who shouted, “Just let the girl speak!” 

-Anyone else notice that Cassian and Jyn both said “I do” in this movie? No? Just me? Okay, then. *cough* They’re married. *cough*

-”I’ll be there for you. Cassian said I had to.” WHEN? WHERE? HOW? I NEED ANSWERS, DANG IT! 

-Cassian, you smug little jerk, you could at least pretend to be embarrassed about K-2.

-Okay, so I love the cute scene on the ship. Like, so, so, SO much. But I just have to ask- what was Jyn’s plan there? “Awe, Cassian’s smile is so adorable, and I’m just so happy right now. Imma go, uh… stand awkwardly close to him, freak the both of us out, and then make it look like an accident.” Real smooth, Jyn.  

-Grenades are pure evil.

-”Who are you?” Krennic asks, after hearing Cassian scream her name in the data vault. Repeatedly. “Who are you?” he asks, after witnessing her hop out from behind some crates on Edu and shout, “FATHER!” in Galen Erso’s direction. “Who are you?” he asks, and then stares like an idiot when she answers, “You know who I am.” Orson, boy… You’re done. Go home.

-When Cassian keeps Jyn from attacking the dying Krennic, he says, “Leave it.” IT. Like Krennic isn’t even a human being. (Or maybe he meant leave ‘it’, as in her anger, because they’d won.) Either way, Jyn listened, and that’s awesome.

Okay, I’m finally done with this WAY too long post. 

Marichat May Day 31 - Copy Cat

Chat Noir has many things he’d like to do in life and copying his butt on a bunch of copy machines is one of them. He drags Marinette with him when the time comes.

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Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Why Are We Breaking Into the Agreste Offices?

“Chat, why are we breaking into the Agreste offices?” Marinette’s words were said in a harsh whisper. When Chat had asked her to go somewhere with him that night, she had no idea what she was getting herself into.

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An Ideal Sister Chapter 1

Altertale version fanfiction by @arstudios2000

Original comic, An Ideal Brother, by VanGold (link to cover page):

Chapter 1: Eureka

“Can you keep a promise?” 

Toriel looked up at Sans. She was sitting on his lap, with a ham and cheese hotpocket in her hand. Sans himself was holding a pepperoni hotpocket. He still had that smile on his a face, that smile which Toriel liked to see. But the expression of his eyes were sad.

“Keep a promise?” Toriel repeated, looking at the skeleton’s face. “Of course I keep all my promises! My word is worth its weight in my brother’s tea! Which would be something if it weigh anything, instead of being an abstract concept….” She mumbled.

It had happened just this morning, without warning, that Toriel and the one behind the big door to the Ruins were once again passing jokes between each other, when the voice on the other side had grown silent. Toriel got curious as to what happened, when the door opened on it’s own, and she was beheld the sight of a tall, 6 foot 9 inches skeleton, dressed in dark robes, staring down at her. Toriel was momentarily fazed to her spot at his intimidating height, when the skeleton suddenly said, “Pepperoni or ham and cheese?”

After a while, the two were now here, with Toriel sitting on his lap, eating hot pockets, passing more jokes, and laughing more than they had in a while, when Sans suddenly asked her if she could keep a promise.

“But can you keep it?” Sans asked again. He kept look into Toriel’s eyes, looking for one thing: reliance.

“Well….” Toriel said, deep in thought, “I’m really picky about my promises. Though any gentleman who likes knock-knock jokes has good chances. After all, that really makes you….a –door-able.”

Sans chuckled, causing Toriel to shake in her seat on his lap, and said, “Well, Tori, then I guess I can trust you with this promise….”

In Alterswap…

“Can you keep a promise?” King Sans asked. Toriel was sitting close to him on the bench that was placed within the walls of the castle. Toriel looked up at the Skeleton King’s eyes, her own shining brightly with glee, and said, “KEEPING A PROMISE? OFF COURSE, YOUR MAJESTY! I, THE TERRIFIC TORI, AM, AFTER ALL, THE GREATEST MASTER OF PROMISE KEEPING THERE IS IN THE UNDERGROUND! THAT….THAT IS OF COURSE….AS LONG AS…IT…DOESN’T ENDANGER PEOPLE. I WOULDN’T WANT TO BE RESPONSIBLE FOR EVIL STUFF…..”

King Sans gave a deep sigh.

It had just happened this morning that Toriel had gone training once again, leaving her brother at his sentry post (asleep. What a lazy goat!) when she reached Alphys. Alphys, however, had a message for her.

“Guess what, twerp?!” She yelled excitedly, “The king has requested your presence in his castle! Looks like somebody’s noticed your talent!”
Toriel was excited, but then got a little confused.


“To be honest, I really have no idea…” Alphys explained, while her tail smacked the ground, and then she buffed her speech, “BUT WHO CARES?! THE KING HIMSELF REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE!! WHAT ARE YOU STANDING AROUND FOR?!”

Toriel was caught off guard by this burst, saluted her captain, and ran off, and then hid behind some bushes. She looked around. No one in sight.

Weeks ago, she had seen her brother ‘use one of his shortcuts’….and disappear. After he came home, she had immediately burst upon him and demanded an explanation as to how his shortcuts work. Totally busted, Asgore knew he had to explain what his shortcuts actually were; teleportation. Toriel had been amazed by learning this, and asked her brother if he could teach her how to ‘shortcut.’

Now, Toriel would finally see the effects of her shortcut training. She pictured the castle entrance, and with all her will, wanting herself to be there, she snapped her fingers.

And found herself there. She could teleport. Her excitement had never been higher. And now here she was, in the presence of His Majesty, King Sans, right next to him on a bench.

“Well….you see…this isn’t easy on me either….” King Sans said, “….but in these past few months, after I….met you at Snowdin…(Toriel remembered the day she met the tall skeleton wearing a cloak to conceal himself. She had immediately been interested in the stranger) and these meetings we’ve had ever since…I’m sorry if this is too much for you…” he said sadly, bowing his head.

“Well…in that case….listen carefully…”

In Alterfell

“Could you keep a promise?”

Toriel looked at the door. Did this guy actually just ask for a promise?
“A promise, eh? Yeah,” she said, “I can definitely keep my promises. I even  have kept this other one lately, see? I’ve had for a long time, and I still do today. And I hate myself for that.”

“Gee, that’s rough.” The voice behind the door said. (Unlike Altertale and Alterswap Toriels, Alterfell Toriel was unfortunate enough as to not have met the one behind the door yet…)

“Hmph. Keeping promises is probably the worst habit I have. Way worse than that ‘rabbit’ I still have to show to you.”

A chuckle came from behind the door. Toriel giggled. That was a good (bad) one.

“Sooo…yeah. Count yer sweet arse on me to keep yer promise, buddy. So spit it out. And this is the only time I’ll allow you, by the way, heh….”

There was a moment of silence, and then the voice said, “All right, listen…”

I’m all ears, dear…”

End of Chapter 1

Hope you like it! And be sure to read the original ‘An Ideal Brother.’

Okay, so obviously I saw Dear Evan Hansen and now I’m going to tell you all about it, because several people have asked.

So the show started at 7, but we went down the the theatre at about 5:30. We waited around until the security came and started forming the line. They opened the doors and sent us inside, so we could stand in line again. It was a little weird, but we were first in line so it was okay. Eventually a guy opened the door and let us in, and my sister and I just sprinted up the stairs. We got to our seats and sat down, and we were the first people in there and it was pretty weird to see the theatre completly empty.

We went to buy merch, but the lady at the merch cart couldn’t get the lock undone. She was pretty young and really sweet. My sister actually opened the lock for her xD. It was pretty funny. We saved the merch stand. Then obviously we waited for a while for the show to start and I was just shaking the whole time. Eventually the “silent your cellphones” thing went off and my sister grabbed my hand and we saw Ben come out and obviously then the show started and I was shaking and my sister and I were crushing each other’s hands the entire time and I was just completely enthralled with this show. I made some notes during intermission about the first act:

So at the beginning when Connor gets up and leaves the table, he doesn’t have a backpack like he did in the boot. Maybe the chair falling was a problem. Also, why don’t I have a professional recording of Mike Faist saying “FUCK YOU”

Connor’s face when Cynthia says he’s not high XD. Oh Michael.

“Am I not laughing hard enough for you?” Was like almost seductive? 😄 And then Jared looked legitimately terrified and almost tripped over Evan trying to get away.

I know other people talk about this a lot but hot damn when Mike goes “I rub my nipples and start moaning with delight” is quite possibly the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s hard to focus on all three boys at once but 👌

Will like leaped onto the stage when he went “HOLY SHIT” and it was adorable.

So during Requiem, all three Murphys are holding paper and Cynthia just holds it, Larry folds it up and puts it in his pocket, and Zoe crumples it up. Idk I just liked that a lot.

So you can see some of Connor’s room via projection and there is a no smoking sign and a hand giving you the finger on the wall. We also have matching Camelback water bottles.

Ben crying on the floor was just…omg he was just. I could go on for hours about Ben I’m not even kidding every bit of praise for this boy is deserved one hundred percent.

Ben and Laura’s riffs in If I Could Tell Her. Like it was a riffing party y'all.

Cynthia sobbing into Connor’s pillow during Requiem had me shookethened

Mike nearly ran into the screen during Sincerely Me when get goes “WELL ANYWAY!!”

BEN’S SEAT WAS SUPER POOFED in the scene with For Forever. Like the other three chairs were normal but Evan’s had a GIANT pillow on it.

I’m surprised they didn’t have to mop the floor between acts. Y'all talk about Fankhauser’s spit but damn Platt.

I never once doubted Michael Park’s talent, but…but like words can not describe how insanely talented this man is. When he sings 💜💚💜💚

That was just the first act. I have a lot of feelings about the second as well, obviously Ben SLAYED Words Fail and Rachel was just 😍😭😍😭😍 but also:

Props to Will and Kristolyn for carrying those background vocals. Like 500/10. Damn.

Connor standing there during Words Fail was heartbreaking

The Murphys during Words Fail were heartbreaking

People laughed randomly during To Break In A Glove and it wasn’t even at funny bits?!

The “Let’s throw a kegger” scene was so funny y'all have no idea.

The second half is a little blurry b/c I didn’t immediately write everything down but those are the parts I really remember well.


Connor is a bouncy boy. He bounces a lot. And his hair is so floofed. So pretty too. XD

Jared’s laughs make my life. Cleared my skin.

Ben Platt is just…I can’t. Give the boy a Tony. Also Give Mike a Tony. Please. His micro expressions and just the little things he does make his Connor believable at the beginning, and make Not-Connor a very interesting character to observe.

Also give Michael Park some awards please. Like damn.

Rachel Bay Jones is not only the sweetest person alive she is also a ridiculously talented woman and I feel bettered as a person for having seen her.

Jennifer Laura Thompson has the ability to make me feel everything Cynthia felt and I’m just shook.

I HAVEN’T TALKED ABOUT LAURA DREYFUSS YET. OMG I am so blessed rn. I’ve never been a big Zoe fan until tonight. She made me understand every bit of that character and things I’ve felt like are missing make a lot more sense now. And her face during Words Fail was just killing me. Every bit of her performance was amazing.

Kristolyn Lloyd deserves SO MUCH MORE than she gets. I love her and want to hug her.

Will. FREAkING. Roland. We all know I am the #1 Will Roland fan, and tonight just made it a thousand times worst. Like he is such a great actor and It’s so disappointing that he doesn’t get appreciated like he should. He is so much more than the Jokes Boy™. I would die for him. We made a solid five seconds of eye contact during the end of You Will Be Found. The whole You Will Roland Be Found thing is true. I was found by Will Roland.

Okay, so after the show we headed straight to the stagedoor(obviously after curtain call, which I already made a comment about earlier)and right as we got there Michael Lee Brown was walking away and I said “Hi Michael!” And he turned and waved as he walked away from the theatre. He is a beautiful boy. We waited for a bit before Michael Park came out. We were right by the door, and Michael went all the way to the other end and came back. I already posted about what he said to us, but it was really sweet that he took the time to talk to us and acknowledge our attire.

Then it started raining. We waited around for a bit in the rain, chatting with the girl that stood next to us. She had been seeing a lot of shows and was telling us about meeting some other Broadway stars. She was very nice. We then heard some screaming across the street and I was like “IS IT COREY!” and it was Corey!! So we ran across(my show was untied and I almost slipped on the wet street) the street to the Jacob’s and stood there waiting for him. My youngest sister saved our spot since she didn’t know who Corey was. She also kept my Playbill.

As we waited for Corey Rachel came out, but like we met Corey, and talked for a second and then got back right as Rachel got to our spot so it all worked out.

Like I said, Corey was really sweet and got excited to sign my Newsies bag and then took pictures with my sister and I. We were standing at the opening for min to leave (Laura and Corey both had cars waiting for them) so he walked around the cars with us and told us to be careful crossing the street.

Then Rachel was really nice again. She was telling us about how it’s a lot of work doing 8 shows a week, but it’s very rewarding and she is glad to do it.

A few minutes later they informed us that no one else was coming out so we headed back to our hotel, it was still raining, so I wasn’t surprised that they didn’t come out.

Sorry this is so long but I can’t put a cut because I’m on mobile.

On Your Right ~ Bucky x Reader (Part 13)

A/N: Happy weekend! This kind of got away from me and it’s really to move the dimensional rift plotline forward - the fluff will be back soon! 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 |
Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 

Summary: The team is back and your data analyst background comes in handy 

Rating: T for language (probably) 

Warnings: vague mentions of therapy, A little angst?, language, fluff

Pairings/Characters: Bucky x reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, pretty much everybody 

Word count: 1602 

“Captain Rogers requests your presence in his office, Miss Y/l/n.”

“Tell Steve he can wait, FRIDAY,” Natasha ordered the AI.


“You cannot leave in the middle of that story,” Wanda insisted.

“Captain Rogers says it’s urgent, Miss Y/l/n.”

“Tell him I’ll be right there, FRIDAY. I’ll catch up with you ladies later.”

“Yes, you will,” Nat said pointedly as you scrambled off the couch.

Wanda had made it home in time to find you and Bucky lost in each other’s eyes in the middle of the gym. Her immediate response was to film it and send it to Natasha. The two of them had been grilling you since Bucky had excused himself for an after breakfast nap.

You made your way to Steve’s office and knocked twice before pushing the door open. He was still in his stealth suit, looking over papers with a deep frown.

“You wanted to see me, Captain Rogers?”

He quirked an eyebrow at the title and you shrugged, smirking. He rolled his eyes as he got to his feet to give you a quick hug.

“Welcome home. How’d the mission go?”

“Not as well as we would have liked,” he grimaced. “But before we get into that. How are you doing, sweetheart?”

He leaned back against his desk with a concerned expression. You measured your words carefully.

“I’m better. I’m working on some stuff. I’m ready to be back in the field… just not anything solo yet.”

He nodded once, satisfied.

“Good. I’m glad to hear it. Because we need you on this.”

“What can I do?”

“You were the best analyst we had before you joined the field and you probably still are, and we can’t make heads or tails of the info we got.”

“I’ll get right on it. Anything specific I’m looking for?”

“We’re not really sure. Jane and Dr. Selvig’s technology is able to detect them but we can’t seem to predict them or close them.”

Your brow furrowed as you tried to recall the notes you’d read on the London incident.

“I thought they were able to control them during the convergence.”

“So did I. Apparently they were only able to control where they would open not when or if.”

“Got it. So you want me to look at the data right before they open to find out if there are any indicators we can use to track them.”

“For starters.”

“Are these all staying open or are they closing?”

“Some are, some aren’t. Like I said, we can’t see a pattern.”

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do. Is everything on the server?”

“I assume so.”

Steve still didn’t totally understand the computer system so you just shook your head already turning to head for the computer lab.

“I’ll figure it out.”

“Keep me posted. And, y/n?”


You paused with your hand on the doorknob.

“I’m glad you’re working through things.”

“Thanks, Steve.”

You were officially going cross-eyed from staring at the computer screens.

“You look beautiful bathed in the monitors’ blue light.”

“You’re an idiot,” you snorted at your visitor, pinching the bridge of your nose to stave off the headache that was forming.

“Actually, I’m a genius, billion…”

“Blah, blah, blah. What do you want, Tony?”

He pulled up a chair, looking at the screens.

“How goes the analysis?”

“Slowly,” You groaned. “I’m letting the algorithms run, but I’ve been going through a subset by hand to see if I can find anything, and I think there’s something different about the ones that stayed open. But I can’t quite tease it out.”

“You need to take a break, kid. Do you know how long you’ve been in here?”

“Couple hours,” you guessed, turning back to your calculations.

“Try seven. Come downstairs for dinner.”

“I’ll come down in a little bit.”

“That’s what you told FRIDAY two hours ago. Rogers will have my head if you run yourself into the ground.” You gasped as your algorithm finished running and spit out the result. “Not to mention what Barnes will do…”

“Tony, shut up and look at the screen.”

His jaw dropped slightly as he watched the fifteen panels of looped video that took up the screen.

“Are those…”

“I think so.”

“FRIDAY, gather the team in the conference room. I think we’ve got something.”

“Yes, boss.”

You grabbed a tablet off the console and followed behind Tony as he hurried to the conference room. It took a few minutes for everyone to settle in around the long table. You were seated next to Tony at the head. Steve handed you a cup of coffee and then took the chair to your left. Bucky shot you an encouraging smile from a few seats down.  

“What have you found, Stark?” Thor boomed from the far end of the room.

“I didn’t find anything. This is all y/n.”

He gestured for you to take the floor and you stood, tapping a few buttons on the tablet so the display was mirrored on the front screen.

“So, this map shows all of the locations where we have confirmed reports of dimensional rifts, thirty-six in total. The ones in green are the ones that closed and the ones in red are, at last report, still open.” You tapped your tablet, “Now, jumping off of the work that Dr. Selvig and Dr. Foster have done, I had an algorithm look at the atmospheric disturbances in the area – local gravity, temperature shifts, even tectonic activity. There are twenty-one events that showed the same signs that are associated with the bifrost opening into our dimension.”

“Are they the same twenty-one rifts that sealed themselves?” Bruce asked as he squinted at the screen.

“Yes, they are. They were open for approximately three minutes. During which time eight of them showed heat signatures passing through to this dimension, which aligns with our reports,” you stated.  

“So what about the other fifteen?” Rhodey prompted.

“That’s where it gets weird. Well weirder,” you corrected when you saw several incredulous faces. “Those fifteen don’t show any atmospheric disruptions whatsoever, but if we look at satellite imagery from about two minutes before the rifts open…”

You let the video play.

“Are people from here creating these things?” Cap asked, eyes flickering to you for confirmation.  

“That’s what it looks like to me,” you nodded. “Is that possible, Thor? Sif?”

They shared a long look and you knew you were right.

“I have met one person in this realm who could do this, but I am sure it is not him. He wants to protect this world.”

“Who is it, Thor?”

All eyes were on Thor and you sank back into your seat.

“He calls himself the Sorcerer Supreme. But his real name is Strange.”  

“It doesn’t matter how weird it is, what’s his name?” Sam pressed.

Thor was confused.

“His name is Strange.”

Natasha caught on first.

“FRIDAY, run a search for the last name ‘Strange’ through the SHIELD watch list.”

“Searching now. There is one result.” A new photo appeared on the screen. “Dr. Steven Strange.”

“That’s him. Although he had much better facial hair the last time I saw him.”

There were a few low chuckles throughout the room, yours among them.

“I know him.” Bruce was staring at the picture. “He was one of top surgeons in the world up until about three years ago, until he dropped off the map after a horrific car accident.”

“Well now we know why,” Clint remarked.

“We need to find him,” Sif interjected firmly. “He may not be the one opening them, but he may still be able to help us.”

“FRIDAY, do we have anyway of contacting Dr. Strange.”

“No known contact information in the past two years, boss.”

Everyone’s eyes tracked back to Thor.

“Any ideas on how to contact your pal?”

Thor frowned.

“How did you find him last time?” Bucky asked.

“He found me,” the god admitted.


“Because Loki had escaped to Midgard once again. And he was eager to have him out of this realm.”

“I like him already,” Clint muttered.

“Well people ripping holes in the fabric of space should be of interest to him.”

“FRIDAY, start a global search for Steven Strange. We need to find him.”

“So where do we go from here?” Pietro asked, concerned.

“I believe our priority needs to be locating anyone or anything that doesn’t belong in this realm and get them out of here.”

“I agree with Sif,” you piped up. “Until we can figure out who is opening these things and how to close them we need to focus on containment.”

“Do you think you can get actual images of these people?”

Steve was in full strategy mode, staring at the map as he planned out their course of action.

“I’ll pull whatever satellite imagery I can. It might take a while though. FRIDAY, can you also start compiling data from all of the satellites we have access to?”

“Yes, Miss Y/l/n.”

“So what’s our play, Cap?”

Steve was quiet for a moment, trying to organize his thoughts.

“FRIDAY, please look for any news reports on alien activity. We break into two teams. Half recon, half tactical. Bucky, Y/n, Peter, and Natasha, you will remain here and work on finding this Strange fellow and figuring out if it’s the same three people opening these things every time. Everyone else, Thor, you’ll lead a team with Tony, Bruce, Barton, Vision, and Scott. Sif, Colonel Rhodes, Wanda, Pietro, and Sam, you’re with me. Everybody gear up. You’ll get your assignments on the quinjets. Let’s get the job done. Dismissed.”

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Anonymous (Pt. I)

Tyler Joseph Series

Summary: Tyler Joseph, an insanely talented lead singer and multi-instrumentalist of the world famous band ‘Twenty One Pilots‘. Little do they know, that the young gentleman is also the secret admirer of an angelic voice, without knowing whom it belongs to.

(A/N): Let me know if you want another part, I‘d also love receive some feedback. Enjoy x PS (Y/H/C) means (Your/Hair/Colour) and ‘Birdy‘, the nickname, has no relations with the artist x

Words: 1,259

“Hey there, this is my cover of ‘Can‘t Help Falling In Love‘, a song by Elvis Presley and it goes something like this…“

Tyler instantly turns up the volume of the audio as the pure and heavenly voice, that he adores so deeply, begins to vocalise the melodies of the song. The voice, that he has been listening to non-stop for the past months and yet doesn‘t know who it belongs to. But that‘s not him to blame, every week, an anonymous user on Tumblr would post an audio of herself singing a song either followed my an instrument such as bass, piano, guitar, his personal favourite ukulele & etc. or just plain vocals, without any additional information. No name, no pictures whatsoever. Sometimes she‘d even cover one of his songs, which would make him deliriously happy for an entire week, giddy even. That‘s actually how he came across her talent for the first time. Someone on Twitter sent him a link of her cover of ‘Holding Onto You‘ and he completely fell in love with it during first seconds. 

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(Gif not mine. Credits to the owner)

You could barely hold your excitement as the moment you had been waiting for the whole last week was about to come. Your nerves were going to kill you with the anticipation. When your manager told you that one of the cutest vocalists of EXO, Byun Baekhyun, had been chosen as your partner for the couple photo shoot you tried your best to keep it cool, but you failed miserably, making him laugh at your hyped reaction. Byun Baekhyun. The one and only Byun Baekhyun. That boy had been the center of your life, honestly, ever since EXO debuted, and having the chance to be close enough to him to hear his voice or watch his beautiful smile was driving you crazy.

When they called your name to enter the room you wasted no time and as soon as you got in your eyes scanned the place looking for him. The world stopped moving as you spotted him in the back of the room, next to a large window. The light coming through it made his hair and skin shine bright, and when his gaze met yours and he smiled at you, his features became even brighter, if that was possible.

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I hope Holster and Ransom keep mistaking Jack and Bitty as really good friends because I want one of them to be jealous and constantly bring up Jack and Bitty and how great of friends they are

“Bro look at this. They call each other every night. Rans, why don’t you call me?”
“Holster, we share the same room!”
“Not good enough.”

“Dude, Bitty’s screensaver is a pic of him and Jack. Why am I not your screensaver, Ransom?”
“Dude, all of our pictures together are a mess. In about a third of them, we’re drunk of our asses and screaming. There’s spit on our mouths, it’s noticeable.”
“So, what you’re saying is, you don’t love me.”
“Goodnight, Holster.”
“Don’t ignore me, Rans. Rans? Ransom. Justin.”

Destruction from Habits (3)

Originally posted by chimchams

  Jungkook x reader x Jimin
Word count: 7.2k
Angst, romance, smut
For @inktae

“You’re joking right? Christ, Y/N.”

Taehyung is dead.

You are dead.

It’s the day of the presentation, and both you and Taehyung are doing it last minute on a crumpled piece of lined paper with bullets of your ideas and using your laptop and mouse to draw a fucking flower with. He’s practically screaming and panicking at this point while doodling on the art app, painting with red ink and the spray can tool to color in the black lines. You, on the other hand, are detailing every part of the picture with the petals, the stem, and the system of how a flower’s life was.

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Letting Go: Family Reunion

Characters: Claire Novak, Ben Braeden, Castiel, Jody Mills, Bobby Singer (mentioned),Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Lisa Braeden (mentioned)

Pairing: Claire x Ben 

Wordcount: 2200ish

Warnings: Mention of Lisa’s death, mention of character injury, angst I guess

A/N: This is one of my first series I chose to give a once over because it deserved better. I am going to try and post a part of this every week but I am still working on editing the remaining 6 parts with a lot of help from @blacktithe7 who has been kind enough to beta this series for me.

Cas was standing just outside the house still holding the phone in his hand, as he went over the conversation in his head. He loved the Winchesters like brothers and what had happened 6 years ago still haunted him. It still made him feel guilty. He had taken normal away from Dean and he couldn’t help but feel guilty over the outcome. Cas was sure Dean was going to hate him, but Cas also knew the man had a right to know. Ben might not be his kid, but he was once.

“Cas! You good?” Dean’s voice sounded over the phone.

“Where are you, Dean?” Cas asked still not sure how to start this conversation so he was stalling.

“North Dakota. We just finished a job. What’s wrong?” Dean sounded worried, clearly picking up on his tone. Castiel still had no idea how he did that, but he was always able to sense when something wasn’t as it should be with him and with Sam.

“Dean I am in Sioux Falls,” Castiel started, but was quickly interrupted by Dean, “Is Claire okay? And Jody?”

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Backstage ; Harry Styles [smut] Part 1

Requested by anon: Could you do harry smut where like your back stage at his concert and things get heated in his dressing room? 

A/N: i gotcha ;)))

(A/N: this is rather long, but it’s definitely worth the read ;) and yes, there will be a part 2!)

“Wow, this place is…dark,” I laugh to Lou as we enter the large dressing room. It’s covered from floor to ceiling in black drapes, and even furnished with dark maroon and even black furniture.

“It’s Harry’s,” she smiles back at me, though I of course already know who the room belongs to, “So how long have you been a fan?” she asks me.

“Since the X-Factor of course,” I smile, rolling my eyes sarcastically, earning me a small chuckle from Lou, “How long have you and my mother secretly been friends without my knowledge?” I question back, eagerly.

“Oh I can’t even remember, must have been ages ago when we first met! I’ve known your mother and father for quite a while!” Lou replies. We walk through the dark room to a area with more lighting, that looked to be the place that must be where the boys’ hair and clothing is done.

Even though none of the boys are actually here, I was more than ecstatic to meet Lou, who had apparently been a friend of my mother’s for a while. When my mother told me that she had set up a date for me to come in and meet Lou and tour backstage, I gratefully obliged. Wether the boys are here or not, it’s definitely a once in a life time experience that I was not going to pass up.

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Dean/Cas fic: no salvation here (2k, nsfw)

post-9x17 fic: 2K, rough sex, pwp, nsfw

Inspired by one of dovahkiindean’s headcanon things; thusly, I am blaming her for all of this.

For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace - Psalm 102:3


The Mark is a living thing on Dean’s arm, all heat and poison and teeth. It beats faster than his heart, throbbing when he’s trying to sleep, flaring up sharp and angry when he’s fighting, when he’s fucking, when Cas touches it, tracing his fingers over the rough, raised edges, digging his thumb into its scar-thick center.

“Don’t,” Dean hisses, his dick twitching in his jeans, a jolt of white-hot need zagging through him like lightning. He tries to pull his arm away, but Cas is still faster than him, still stronger.

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my worst bruise is you / (1/?)

Special shout-out to @cutieodonoghue for her sweet words and belief in me. I wouldn’t have had the courage to begin again if it wasn’t for you. Thank you!

Rated T / 5,000 words / AO3

They say the first cut is the deepest,
And that might be true.
But bruises, oh bruises, they hurt too -
And honey, I think my worst bruise is you.

Two exes find themselves thrust back together again - in more ways than one.

Present Day - September, 2016

“Just shift your leg, Swan. These are tight quarters here.”

“Are you going to take my pants off or what?”

The tongue working a particularly sensitive spot on Emma’s neck sent shivers down her spine. (He still knew how to drive her crazy.) “Good things come to those who wait, love.”

Emma pulled sharply on the collar of his shirt, forcing his eyes to meet hers. “Take. Off. My. Pants.”

“I like it when you’re direct.”

“I like it when you listen,” Emma countered as she stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her hips flush to his.

His breath was warm against her ear as he whispered, “Tell me again.”

“I want you to fu-”

Emma was interrupted by a sharp knock on the door at her back. “Um, excuse me? The facilities are limited to one passenger only. You need to return to your seats. Now.”

It felt as if Emma had been doused in a bucket of ice cold water. Her senses were no longer clouded by him and the dirty things he’d been doing to her neck and her lips and her resolve.

“Well, I guess we won’t be joining the Mile High Club after all, love.”

“Way to state the obvious, Sherlock,” Emma replied as she tried to catch her breath and her sanity. “And don’t call me ‘love.’”

He smiled as if he knew she’d say that. “As you wish.”

“You’re not allowed to say that either.”

“What am I allowed to say?”

“Nothing,” Emma said as her eyes roamed the airplane’s tiny bathroom. “Now help me find my shirt.”

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The idea for this came during au week and I also wanted to write something for @kickassfu‘s bday a month ago now and holy writer’s block batman.

I quickly realized this could be 10k+ words, so made an attempt to keep this short, telling the tale in brief, loosely-connected scenes. Unbetad and barely read through so i can just freaking post. Let me know what you think. Mostly AU, as I don’t watch the show now.

Caroline forgets on a Thursday.

The tendrils of sleep feel like they’re clinging to her more strongly than usual, and she scrubs a hand across her face. What is it she’s supposed to do today? She yawns, stretching her arms out, mind racing and trying to grasp on anything and failing. What is she even doing here? She looks at her surroundings - a hotel room, the air conditioner whispering quietly in the corner, the bed soft and plush - somewhere expensive then. She’s alone, no dent in the pillow next to her, which somehow surprises her. OK. Phone? Phone. She picks it up from the end table and swipes it, breathing a sigh of relief when her thumbprint unlocks.

Opening up her recent calls there’s an incoming call from someone named Cam  the day before, as well as a call to a Bonnie, who has ICE next to her name, made three weeks prior. Ok. Not as much information as she had hoped. She opens the messages, finding a similar state. A lot of recent texts with whoever this Cam is, including a rather final sounding ‘Do not contact me again’. Pissed off, she presses call. Clearly Cam is a lost cause, but maybe he? she? can tell her some basic details.

“I told you not to call me ever again.” The voice sounds nervous, almost afraid.

“Yeah well I woke up in a hotel room with no idea who the hell I am or why, so thought maybe you could bend the rules, Cam.” Caroline spits out his name like a curse - she’s scrolling through past messages from him, catching some fervent ‘I love yous’ and heart emojis. How quickly love fades.

She hears a sigh on the other end, then an awkward pause before Cam speaks again. “I am sorry, Caroline. I love you, but I cannot. Talk to Bonnie, your friend.  She will help.” The line goes dead.


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Blindspot Fic - ‘Aliquam’ (Jeller)

Set post season 1


She hates the color orange. There’s too much of it, it’s too bright; it’s a color that should be a reminder of days spent outside enjoying flowers and blue skies and birds singing. But now it’s only imprisonment, the weight of handcuffs, the way his touch scorched when he was gripping her arm in anger instead of tentative love. She deserves it, to drown in a sea of this hue, but she still resents the color when the rest of her life is bleakly gray.


They sit in total silence. He said hello; not overly cheerful, only politely, but she hadn’t returned the salutation. Doctor Borden asked, three times, if she wanted to speak to him, and three times, Jane sat silent, stoic. He doesn’t ask anything again, they merely sit while he writes until it’s time for him to leave. As he does, he turns back, not sure what answer he may receive but opening his mouth anyway.

“Why, Jane? Why won’t you speak to me any more?”

Silence. He leaves, glancing to his left when he does, she sees it just before the door closes.

It’s because she knows Kurt’s watching.


“You have to eat, Jane.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Do you know what they’ll do if you don’t?”

The look she gives Borden suggests she’d like them to try.

“Why are you doing this to yourself? Is it a form of…self-punishment because you think you deserve to suffer?”


“Then tell me, please. Something, anything.”

“I don’t feel hungry.”

He watches her, flips through everything she’s slowly been telling him over the last six months. She’s not refusing to give them information, and even when she wouldn’t speak, he knows as a doctor that her trauma ran deep. While others wanted to step up the questioning, he knew it would break her to the point of no return. “What do you feel, Jane?”

She’s quiet, head hanging, hair long enough to cover her features. “Alone.”

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