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Beginner Witch Tips

WARNING: I am a sarcastic butthole and it shows through out this hot mess of a post. This is some random craft junk I have learned in my days of practicing witchcraft

Witch craft is not magic.

I don’t care what you have heard. Witchcraft is not magic. It can not turn your eyes different colors. It can not make you into a animal. You will not be able to control the weather or summon wind with your fingers. Ghosts will not do as you say. This is not Harry Potter. Case closed

Intent over tools

Do you think it’s gonna matter if you use a butter knife as an athame? Or you have to sub a white candle for another color because you don’t have the funds to buy that color? Or you had to leave out an ingredient because you don’t have it or you’re allergic? No, it’s not. Witchcraft (to me) is about mind over matter. If you are making an effort for your God/god/goddess/deity/elf/fae/etc it isn’t gonna matter what or how you got there, but the intent you had getting there

Cursing and hexing is up to you and your beliefs

Totally up to you if you believe that this is okay or not. However, if you don’t like this, do not go and tell someone else it’s wrong. If they ask you how you feel you can tell them it’s not your thing. If you do like this, do not go and tell someone else it’s fine and try to get them to accept it. If they ask you about it, you can tell them that you are into it

You do not have to have an alter

It’s up to you and your practice. And if you can where you are etc. If you want one and can not have one, draw one or, my favorite, Set up a pinterest board for your god/goddess/fae/elf/deity etc. and save things that you thing relate to them.

It’s not about fancy stuff

This goes back to intent over tools, as long as you are comfortable with what you are doing and using, do it and use it. I use salsa and yogurt containers, coffee filters taped together, M&M tubes, and envelopes to keep crap in. I use a 99¢ Wal-Mart bandanna to do spells on that I got from Girl Scout camp and it has rainbow peace signs all over it. Do I care? Nope. Does anyone else care or will they judge you? Nope. we are all in the same boat here.

Hand making things is way too underrated  

I LOVE hand making things. Whether you are good or bad at it, it is a good way to save money, and personalize it just for you. Example: I made tarot cards out of printer paper that I cut out and wrote the card name, and definition of what it means (to me) and I love them. Pencil wand? Yas queen. DIY cauldron out of play-dough? Frick me u p daddy.

DONT EAT/SMOKE/DRINK SOMETHING YOU HAVE NO CLUE ABOUT

You’d think I would have to include this bUT
Some things are okay to consume. Sometimes if taking a certain medicine you can’t consume that. Sometimes you are allergic to one thing, and in turn you will be allergic to that thing too. Sometimes you are pregnant and it’S HIGHLY DANGEROUS TO CONSUME THINGS WITHOUT KNOWING WHAT IT DOES

Never ignore professional medical advice and help in favor of witchcraft methods.

Case c l o s e d

Spirit workers

Not nice spirits can attach to people who have depression and anxiety more so than people who don’t

There are good and bad spirits. if one makes you feel comfomy, do not feel bad for asking it to leave/getting rid of it

Don’t ask your tarot cards every time you have a question

This happens a lot. Especially when you get a new deck and it’s so new and shiny and you can’t w a i t to get your grubby little hands on it and do crap >:D but you don’t want to get into the habbit of “ohgoshgollybatman I have to go to the store, okay let’s see if I’ll get hit by a car… oh and do I really need the applejuice..”  or “do I REALLY need this plant..” bc the answer to that is always yes duh

Divination is not for predicting the future

Now stay with me, it is for guiding you in the future. It can not tell you what day you are going to die, who you are going to marry, etc 

The future is not written in stone

Let’s sayyyyy you do a simple past, present, and future reading with tarot, and you get a bad reading for the future, it doesn’t matter. That is how it is going right now, now you can see what you need to change etc 

You dont need a fancy journal for a grimore or book of shawdows

Heckadoodle I use a binder and notebook paper so I can move stuff around. I just write with a pencil and pen, and color with dollar store crayons or collered pencils. 
Now, you may be thinking, “Oh but, it’s a nice binder right?” Lemme stop you right there. It is falling apart, needs to be ducktaped, has a picture of my doggo inside and I’ve used it for school for abouutt.. 7 years?
Summin’ it up: It don’t gotta be fancy

If you forget to blow out candles set a timer on your phone

I do this all the freaking time and I’ll leave a candle out, and then here comes mother. Closet underage witches know the struggle. Trying to explain why you have a burning candle left in your room. Or if you are adult and have to adult after a spell or whatever and leave the house and come back to the candle just sittin’ there. Burning away. (my mom did this once and it caught her table on fire)
Timer. Yep.

You don’t have to know a certain language 

This is more focused to me bc i am nerd but okie dokie
I know Latin from school, therefore I mix it into my spells (like some on @witchy-recipes-and-things) and provide a translation. I don’t want anyone to think you have to have a certain language for your craft.

How to Ouija

Tbh this is too long already so if you want another post on it tell me and I’ll make one and link it

Sigils can be drawn everywhere

In your phone case, in your wallet, in a shoe, under fingernail polish, under seats, wherever whatever-I can also elaborate more on this

TAROT IS PRONOUNCED “TARO”

CONSENT IS KEY

When doing love spells, consent from the other person is a must. 

You can be a christian, athiest, pagan, whatever, and still do witchcraft

It is about the craft, not religion 

Witchcraft is not a religion, Wicca is

And you do not have to be Wiccan to partake in Witchcraft

Sage doesn’t have to be in cone shape to burn it

I put rubbed sage meant for cooking on a metal plate and torch the sucker Shane Dawson style but with one of the long lighters, then run around my house in my underware screaming “MAY THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPEL YOU BITCH” in Latin

When cleansing 

OPEN.THE.WINDOWS.WHEN.DEALING.WITH.SMOKE
Trust your witch mother who is allergic to everything and is an asthmatic, open the windows and doors.
Also, as the smoke leaves you room through the windows or whatever, the spirits/bad vibes/etc leave with it

You don’t have to believe everything you read

Witchcraft is how YOU feel about things. No matter how other people feel about things

You can have your own corresponces for things

Like I think cinnamon is hot, deals with the sun, direction south, used for healing love etc., but it can be totally different for you

Divination doers do not have to be witches and witches do not have to be divination doers

S T U D Y

Can not stress this enough. This is the best thing to do even if you can not practice your craft where you are atm. knowledge is power.

So here is a list I’ve complied :D (yes I’ve made all of these, I was too bored to ask people’s permission to add things, sue me) (All of the spells are all religion inclusive)

Learn you star sign with detail
Edible Flower List
Witch Tools
Tarot Meanings Cheat Sheet

Good First Spell-Calming Tea Spell
DIY Charcoal Pencil
Get Shit Done Bottle
Spell to Sleep
Sea in a Bottle
Protection and Calm Bottle
Find a Item You Lot

Referring to “When cleansing”, Line two, words 3-4, I am now your witch mother and if you ever have any questions feel free to ask! This list was requested from a witchling and if you have any requests feel free to ask :3

THE MYSTERIOUS VLIVE VIDEO:  WHY WAS JIKOOK HIDING????

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY! I received this same ask 4 times, in less than 24h. It just took me some time to answer it because I had to gather data.

I didn’t had a tumblr when that video was out so my detailed analyses wasn’t shared with ANYONE! But now you asked and I am ssoooooo glad you did. Because OH BOY!! I can easily spot a liar. And Jungkook was clearly caught in a lie.

Here we go : It starts with Taehyung doing a Vlive. A viewer asks him to go to another member’s room. 

He states that he doesn’t know their room’s number.

So He texts the other members to ask them about their whereabouts (using a group chat). You can hear him texting around 5:20. Somebody (we will discover later that he was talking to Jin, who was taking a bath) offers him to go to JK’s room and even gives him the room’s number. 

But he definetly texts JK to tell him that he is coming (5:35 to 5:41). He was smiling as he kept looking at his phone, waiting for a reply. However, He will not wait for an answer from JK. Because normally he is known to be always on his phone especially if the other members are doing a Vlive (Remember when Jin and jimin were doing a Vlive and kookie just came in). So he will assume that it is not a nuisance. Just a fun way to entertain Armys.

I want you to focus here: The text was sent at 5:41 and tae was in front of JK’s door at 6:14. Be it more than half a minute. 6:14 to 6:18 V will be calling Jungkook while knocking the door. JK will answer at 6:21 (It took him 7 seconds) to ask who it was. Of course he knew it was Tae tae. the members always joke how they can know eachothers just by their breathing or footsteps. He was just delaying the time. One more thing to take into consideration. The hotel rooms are not soundproof. Is this why JK is playing the music? (We will comeback to this point later). At 6:28 JK will be like asking someone ‘Who could it be?’. Then quickly finds the first excuse that comes to mind ‘I am not wearing clothes’. Because think about it, no other excuse could have worked better. This is also the first excuse you think of if you want someone to not just barge in into your room.

He will keep making unnecessary noises before opening the door. as if he was trying to hide the footsteps of someone (6:45).  Only at 6:49 JK finaly opens the room. It took him (6:14 to 6:49) 35 seconds. Knowing that he didn’t even wear pants… that take 3 seconds to put on nor the least tie his bathrobe belt that took him 7s on camera. So even the mere 10 seconds were precious doing something else? 

The light was  dim. And I could understand someone staying in a weak lighted room. (i am like that too). BUT a soft lighted room, naked and with some soft music he doen’t even know? This is called a mood setter to Bang Bing Bara Bing Bang. Maybe being naked can mean being at ease by himself in a hotel room (Who will believe that?) But why did he not take his makeup off. Jungkook is known to be allergic to foundation, so he is usually the first one to take it off. But our boy had a full glam on. Who were you trying to impress BOYAA~~

AND the anxious bunny got scared. But again why would you be scared? If you were in the room alone. We will just assume you were watching some video or masturb…. BUT there was someone else in the room … SO?

After that V was about to answer JK’s question “I wanted to be on V…” When a song starts playing. He first thought it was the ringtone of the phone on the table (7:16). But it was JK who was controlling the song using his OWN phone via bluethooth. So Whose phone was that? It was jimini’s phone (Chimchim used that same phone the next day for his Vlive).

Add to this jimin’s hoodie … (Don’t ask me how we knew. It is scary but we know their clothes. there is even bogs who just follow their fashion).

Then JK will keep asking again and again. “Why are you here?”. Tae will give him a simple obvious answer “to do V app”. and JK will be like “Ahh~~~” (Seriously boy why are you so nervous?!)

Jungkook will spot lot of food trash. He will say that he ate it all ALONE?! (JK was dieting) … So he is telling me: he was in the room naked, with the dime light, and the unknown romantic music? Eating bread? BOY I know you can’t lie … BUT THIS? You were totally eating something else but mainly not just bread

Can we talk about the bed? wasn’t the bed too well made? maybe that was the thing that took them time to open the door? Because if he was alone in a Hotel room while everything is all over the place. Why is the bed the only thing that is tidy? Even the pillows?

At 7:59 you could hear the bathroom door open while JK was adjusting the light and V was laying on the bed. Then Jk will tell Mr J “You scared me”. He was clearly not talking to Tae (8:05). That’s when we were 200% sure someone was hiding, AKA Mr J. 

At the start of the video The bathroom door was closed. But then the light in the bathroom was turned on and the door was slighty open. (Do you believe in ghosts? maybe but I believe in Jimin more). 

The mood in that video was so awkward. The tension was unbearable. And Jungkook was restless. Again out of the blue JK will say “I didn’t wash up yet” as “I still need to take a shower, so you better leave as soon as possible”. yet Tae answers by “I didn’t shower either”. Even V’s face darkened during a moment. remember how his face was all smiles at the start. 

The “I am too nervous to hear you, and have a proper discussion, so i will just talk about whatever” will keep going on and on. V will try to propose singing a song. But our bunny will be like “My makeup is smeared” … Boy why do you keep giving us clues we could have just ignored? *sigh* The makeup BTS get, is not the one you girls put. It is stage makeup. Made so even if they run, dance, be exposed to strong hot light. It will not budge. The fact that it smeared … and that he is concerned about it …OH GOD …*use your imagination da*mit Imma not describe everything. This is not smut GAH* 

There is also this discussion. V made JK believe that ALL of BTS sang before him. BUT Jk was like “How can it be true when one of them was with me the whole time kinda attitude” (8:58). he is so sure even if he didn’t watch the Vlive. 

Recall how he said he was hungry, that’s why it took him 5 decades to not even finish that small piece of bread? then says he was full? then asks to eat ramen??? Boy? Have you heard of logic? Yes it happens to me to be hungry exactly after finishing a meal. BUT I will finish the meal first … *He looks cute tho! Focus Mimi focus. don’t get distracted by that bunny*

A lot of people misunderstood this part. They tought Jin was taking a shower in JK’s room. No no no! It was Tae informing kookie that he came after Jin notified him via text. AND Jungkook will ignore that and keeps asking Tae “Can we stay on V for a long time?”. 

Plus him glancing at the washroom all the time. I’ve never seen more obvious than that … 

And this last part, was the cherry on the cake (13:42). Just watch it. You will laugh for 5 min at Jungkook trying to stay as calm as possible. Also, Tae “WE are coming”. JK: Are YOU going..”

The door also closes as soon as V leaves (4 SECONDS: the exact time it took V from the washroom to the door). The doubtful. Is that we didn’t hear JK rushing to close it either. That means it was Mr J who did.
If you have good ears around 14:03 you could even hear Jimin’s voice. 

A liar doesn’t make sense and is full of contradictions. Seems to be thinking hard. Is nervous, tense, and fidgety. Makes few complaints or negative comments. JK was hiding Jimin but the question is: Why was he hiding. The non shippers will tell you he was probably not wearing makeup. I say nop, he wasn’t wearing something else … 

So what do I think? 3 words: JIKOOK IS REAL!

Thanks for the ask ^^
By @mimibtsghost 

Watch Me Babygirl [pt.2]

A much requested part two! 

[previous part] [next part] [pt.4] [pt.5] [pt.6] [pt.7] [pt.8] [pt.9] [pt.10] [pt.11]  [pt.12] [pt.13]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

warnings: language


“Hey are you going to the game tonight?”

You slid farther down in your seat, doing your best to continue to ignore Jungkook. You hadn’t been able to look him in the eye all week. In fact, you’d even contemplated faking an illness to stay home from school just so you could avoid him. However, school was important to you and a small part of you didn’t want to give the Jungkook the satisfaction of knowing that he’d gotten to you. He had though, and he knew it.

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Patater Week - Day 3

Feb. 8 - Fake Dating/Secret (?) Relationship - (2K)

“I don’t care, it’s not weird, I’m going to sit on you,” Jeff says, shifting all 200 pounds of his body onto Kent’s lap.

“I wish you wouldn’t,” Kent tells him.

“That’s pretty gay,” an Aces teammate says from where he is sitting on the ground, demolishing his bowl of popcorn that he stole from Kent’s cabinets, even though Kent had specifically told him to not touch his cabinets. “And I have a boyfriend.”

“Shut up, I’m so scared, I’m so fucking scared,” Jeff says, burying his face in Kent’s neck. “Did they make it out of the hallway?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you watch the movie?” Kent says through his teeth as he shoves Jeff off to the side, which is rather difficult considering that Jeff is insistent that he turn into a human-sized suction cup for the occasion. “Seriously, could you let go? I can’t breathe.”

“Why did you pick a scary movie if you’re afraid of them, Jeff?” a rookie asks. He’s lounging on the carpet, his head using Patrick’s lap as a pillow as he scrolls down his phone.

“I’m not scared,” Jeff says, then curses as the woman in the TV screen turns a corner in her hallway and the music grows more ominous. “This is for a team bonding exercise for the rookies.”

“Which you hosted. At my place,” Kent says flatly. “Without consulting me.”

“You’re the captain,” Jeff says. “It should be at your place.”

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Rude Interruptions // Kim Yugyeom ft. Jackson Wang

Originally posted by jung-hosoek

Pairing: Yugyeom x Reader x Jackson

Genre: Getting caught // A little suggestive // Almost smut // Comedy

Summary//Request: Please do a Yugyeom push against the wall kind of kiss thing and they fet interrupted by Jackson before they can actually do what they want and then Jackson makes fun of them as he notices the obvious sexual tension.


“Are you sure no ones home?” you breathed against Yugyeom as his hands began travelling over your body, his lips ghosting over yours as he backed you up against the living room wall. You felt excitement and nervousness course through your veins at the thought of someone walking in on your very intimate moment you were sharing with your boyfriend.

“Everyone’s gone for the day” he hushed you as his lips found yours, trapping you between himself and the wall as he pressed his body against yours. You stood on your toes to put your arms over his shoulders as his hands explored underneath your thighs, still kissing you as he did so.

“Jump” he murmured. You wrapped your legs around his waist as his long fingers gripped your thighs. He began rolling his hips, creating friction between both of your cores eliciting a soft mewl from your lips as you felt Yugyeom’s member harden against your clothed womanhood. You moaned into his mouth, edging him on more as he moved his hands to your ass and gave it a tight squeeze.

Suddenly, you both heard the front door of the dorm open.

“Fuck, Yugyeom!” you almost screamed, as he very nearly dropped you to the ground. A look of panic swept across both of your faces as you began straightening out your clothes and ran over to the sofa to sit down and act like nothing was going on as you both stared in front of you at the blank television screen. Yugyeom pulled a cushion over the very obvious tent in his trousers, before seconds later, in walked none other than Jackson.

“Sup guys” Jackson said, not even looking in your direction as he walked passed you both and went straight for the kitchen, leaving the door open between the rooms.

“Hey Jackson…” you called out, looking at Yugyeom in panic. Yugyeom closed his mouth tight, his face burning crimson while trying to calm his heart beat as Jackson continued to talk to you both.

“…and then I said ‘Well why don’t you just give me 5 for the price of 4 and we’ll call it a deal?’ And he gave me them no problem! This is why you have to barter, kids.” he said as he walked back into the living room with a tray of food he just bought from an organic market. Jackson set the tray on the table in front of the sofa before tuning the TV on and squeezing right in between the both of you.

“So, what have you guys been up to?” he asked while setting the tray back on his lap.

Neither of you spoke as you both tried to come up with something natural to say. You glanced over at Yugyeom who was still looking forward with the pillow firmly placed on his lap. “Um, well we were just about to watch TV when you came in…” you trailed off before looking to Jackson who had been looking at you the entire time.

“…Are you okay (Y/N)? You seem a bit dazed. Did you eat today? Do you want some of my food?” he asked, offering you some with his chop sticks, to which you shook your head. “Ahh no thank you, honestly I’m fine I just…I’m just tired that’s all.” You smiled as genuinely as you could. Jackson squinted at you, knowing something was up. He turned to Yugyeom and noticed the pillow that he was clutching very tightly on his lap.

“…hey Yugyeom can I borrow the pillow to put under my tray? It’s uncomfortable on my lap”

“No Jackson” Yugyeom replied quickly, making Jackson flinch. Jackson began squinting at him also, looking back between you both.

“Give me the pillow Yugyeom” he said calmly

“No” Yugyeom said firmly.

“Why won’t you give me the pillow? Why are you holding it so tightly? Are you hiding something from me?” Jackson let question upon question fall out of his mouth, his curiosity burning with desire. Your eyes widened, hoping that Yugyeom had become a little less excited down there now as Jackson was adamant about wanting the pillow.

Jackson suddenly grabbed the pillow, yanking it straight out of Yugyeom’s grip before feasting his eyes on his obvious boner through his pants.

“OH MY GOD NO” he screamed as he began to laugh and giggle incessantly, throwing his head back against the sofa.

“You guys were doing dirty things when I came in!” he exclaimed, looking at you and pinching your cheeks to which you swatted him away and turned your head so he couldn’t see how red your face had gotten.

“Jackson stop it oh my god” Yugyeom whined in response, tugging the pillow back from Jackson as he tried to stop the tears from running down his face due to laughing so much.

“I can’t believe how grown up you’ve gotten Yugyeom. You’re a real man now!” he patted Yugyeom on the back before getting up from the sofa.

“I’ll leave you two spring chickens alone. Continue where you left off! Don’t mind me!” he chuckled as he walked out the living room door towards his room, leaving you to alone finally. You shut your eyes tight, feeling more embarrassed than you had ever felt in your entire life. Yugyeom moved closer to you before putting his hand on top of yours. “I’m so sorry about that (Y/N). I didn’t know he would be back so soon…” he trailed off, feeling terrible for putting you in such an uncomfortable situation. You opened your eyes to see a very concerned looking Yugyeom, his eyes full of regret about the whole ordeal. You smiled gently before kissing his nose.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault.” You cooed into his face before he kissed you lightly on your lips. You didn’t even notice Jackson at the door until he knocked the door frame, causing you both to snap your heads around.

“WHAT, JACKSON?!” you both shouted in unison, before Jackson threw a small box towards the both of you. It landed beside you on the sofa, before you picked it up and seen it was a box of condoms. You groaned, gritting your teeth as Yugyeom opened his mouth wide in shock before giving Jackson a look of disbelief.

“Don’t forget to use a condom! Kids shouldn’t have kids!” he said cheerfully, before walking back to his room, smiling and giving himself a pat on the back before saying to himself “Good man, Jackson. That’s your good deed done for today!”  

Stereotypical (6) second date

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: angst, mentions of abuse, swearing, flirting, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: Second date with heartfelt conversations.

“So, you didn’t tell her where you’re taking her? Or should I say, how?” Steve snickers and rolls his eyes when he sees Bucky’s mischievous grin.

How I’m taking her? Really, the mouth on you, Rogers..” Bucky grins triumphantly when Steve’s cheeks turn pink and he rolls his eyes again.

“You know what I mean, jerk”

“Yeah, yeah, punk” Bucky snickers. “No, I haven’t told her that I’m picking her up on my motorcycle. But I told her to not bother with her hair and I texted her earlier to wear pants, just in case she was planning to wear a skirt or somethin’”

Steve snorts when Bucky makes a disappointed sigh.

“What?” he chuckles and takes a sip of his own drink, “I like her in skirts”

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lazulisong  asked:

top five fantasies victor had about yuri that yuri accidentally shattered

1. yuuri katsuki: international man of mystery

yuuri katsuki is not an international man of mystery.  he is not an assassin, or a spy, which victor had begun to suspect by the time he first arrived in hasetsu.  and that was a shame, because victor thought he could only be seduced that thoroughly by spies, and being an assassin would explain why he never called once, vanished into thin air, never to be seen again, probably not having existed at all.  victor scours his room for clues while yuuri is in the bath, but instead of coming up with a secret weapons cache, all he finds is a hastily stashed collections of posters featuring himself.  yuuri katsuki is definitely not an international man of mystery.

however, he is the most beautiful skater victor’s ever seen in his life.  he lets music possess him, and when he smiles it sets victor’s whole body on fire because he feels like he earned it.  yuuri katsuki is beautifully, wonderfully ordinary.  he likes bad hip-hop, milk-flavored candies and he still reads comic books.  when he speaks, he’s painfully sincere, more than victor’s ever been about anything in his entire life.  he’s completely see-through, once you know where to look.  and victor likes that even more. 

2. yuuri katsuki is not a classy broad

when victor dreams of yuuri katsuki after the grand prix banquet, he anticipates a man more cultured.  which is stupid, because yuuri was a mess the night of the grand prix banquet, but victor had seen him dance, and he thought only a man of refined tastes and pleasures can move so delicately when hammered, and so when he would write dream dates in his dream date diary he would write about taking yuuri to staraya tamozhnya or percoso or EM after a night at the opera, where victor would have blown yuuri thoroughly during an act of carmen in a private box.  they would order ten course meals the size of their palms and yuuri would dissect the the wine menu and demand to see the sommelier.  he would let victor spoon feed him sweetbreads and sea urchin and shark fin soup, close his eyes and moan.

on the way back from cup of china, they stay overnight in nagasaki before heading back to hasetsu.  the restaurant they go to was secretly booked two months in advance, because if victor hadn’t kissed him by now, he was setting himself a deadline.  the menu is a 14-course pre fix that thematically incorporates black walnuts.  

yuuri orders the house red for 600 yen on happy hour.  he wears the same terrible suit with the same awful tie he’s worn everywhere since victor’s known him.  he does not like black walnuts.  victor eats both of their portions.

which is fine, but it’s mildly disappointing.  but on the way back, yuuri’s stomach growls, and victor feels so dumb about the whole thing until they pass by a small supermarket in a mall by the hotel, and yuuri tugs him by the hand inside without saying a word.  he quietly picks out ingredients that amount to 1000 yen altogether, roughly 39,000 less than victor spent on dinner, and takes them back to the hotel.  then he’s almost mad about it.  they get back to the hotel and victor feels a Mood coming on, but then he looks at yuuri who is smiling shy to himself.

“i did this a lot in college,” he says, pouring water from the sink into a cup of noodles.  he’s got the hotel’s iron upside down on the vanity and is cooking an egg on it.  

“what,” victor says.

“you’ll see,” yuuri replies.  

three minutes later, victor has the best meal in his life, second to only yuuri’s mother’s katsudon. 

3. yuuri katsuki doesn’t have a foot thing

“what do you mean you don’t have a foot thing?” victor says confused. “everyone has a feet thing.”

“everyone does not have a foot thing, victor,” yuuri says, rolling his eyes.  he wiggles his toes at victor anyway, feet in the air.  “now c’mere.”

he lets victor fuck his feet anyway.  

4. yuuri katsuki is not afraid of ghosts

“victor, what did you expect?” yuuri asks after the movie. 

victor had expected to have yuuri curl up under his arm.  victor had expected yuuri to hide his face during the scary parts and breathe against his chest, tuck his forehead in the curve of victor’s neck.  instead, victor almost threw his drink at the screen and screamed yelled no less than six times.  

“i thought you would be scared,” victor admits.  the ghost girl made him cry.  

“victor, i’m japanese,” yuuri says.  

5. yuuri katsuki had an awkward phase

yuuri freaks out when he finds a video of an old performance on the internet, and immediately contacts the person who uploaded it to get it removed.  

victor just sees part of the costume over his shoulder and stills.  “yuuri.  is that you?”

yuuri turns around, wide-eyed, trying to hide the screen behind his back. “no!  definitely not me!  just some–some weird kid!”

“when was that taken?” he hadn’t seen it in his first yuuri katsuki youtube fest 2014.  or his second, two months later.  or his third, fourth, or fifth for that matter.  if someone out on the internet had more videos, he needed to know who it was.

“never,” yuuri says.

“yuuri.” victor frowns at him, and when that doesn’t work, tries puppy dog eyes.

“my freshman year of college,” yuuri admits.  “it was–college in america was weird.  i let go for a little bit.”

“like you overate?” victor asks.  he’s heard from other skaters in juniors who left the sport for school in the states–they called it the “freshman fifteen.”

“no, like i,” yuuri says, stops, looks away.  “i may have spent an entire month on ecstacy.”

“what,” victor says.

“i, i, i liked to party?  for awhile, anyway, and it was fun, and i lost control, and anyway, it was just for awhile, but i was still listening to a lot of terrible music by the time i started working on the first free skate for my senior debut, and–”

victor’s snuck around him as he’s been shamefully staring away, and he starts laughing.  “are you kidding?  you skated to darude’s sandstorm? we have to watch this.”

yuuri tackles victor straight into the table, breaking the laptop.  it is three more days before victor can finally watch the video in peace, hiding in the bathroom with his cellphone, before he contacts the guy to ask if there are more.

anonymous asked:

idk if you do this anymore but i really love your writing and after the last run ep i'm in need of a jikook hc where jk is jm's coach (an athlete and a coach being in love isn't really a new concept for someone who's watched yoi lmao).. if you write it thank you so much and if not it's totally okay 😊

here’s a short thing of jimin learning judo from jungkook!au !!


Jimin plops down on the mat, worn out and panting. “You’re a monster, you know that?” 

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” Jungkook snorts, crouching until they’re eye-level. “What was that move you tried to do just now? I didn’t teach you that.”

Jimin pouts. “It was nothing. It didn’t work anyway, so - ”

“No. If it were anyone else, you’d have gotten them on their back at the very least.” Jungkook’s brow ticks in realization. “Hey. You’ve been going to Hoseok for pointers again, haven’t you?”

“No. Of course I - Jungkook, no.” But quickly, as usual, Jimin’s defenses crumble in the face of Jungkook’s intense, withering stare. “Okay - maybe I did, so what?”

“Why?” Am I not good enough for you? Jungkook doeesn’t say. Jimin hears it anyway and whines.

“It’s not like that, Kook, it’s just…”

“If you wanted him to be your coach, why’d you come to me?” Jungkook mutters, sitting back on his haunches and running a frustrated hand through his hair. Jimin can’t place the exact nature of the look on his face - whether it’s irritation or jealousy, or something in between.

After too long a silence, Jungkook gets to his feet, turning to stalk off and brood like he often does, when he gets too worked up and has to take a breather before he ends up taking it out on Jimin. Or when he has too much energy to spare and needs to burn some off, alone, where no one will break and bleed under his fists. Sometimes, Jungkook doesn’t like to talk about things, preferring to punch it out.

Jimin scrambles up and latches onto his hand before he can go, palms clammy and shaky from exertion.

“I wanted to impress you,” Jimin whispers.

Jungkook stops in his tracks. He faces Jimin, large eyes widened with shock. “You - what?”

“I wanted to impress you, so I asked Hoseok-hyung to show me a flashy move. He - ” Turning bright red, Jimin sputters, “Don’t laugh, you asshole!”

Choking back the cackles, Jungkook reels Jimin in closer, blocking Jimin’s feeble attempts at smacking some sense into him through his chest. “You wanted to impress me, huh.”

“Shut up. I - I’m never telling you anything ever again,” Jimin threatens, voice wobbly as Jungkook leans down into his space. His attempt at maintaining a fair distance between them has him arching backwards, cheeks aflame.

Jungkook’s smug grin kind of makes him wish he hadn’t fucked up the throw last minute. But it’d been nice to wipe that look off Jungkook’s face even for a second. “So, what was the move he taught you?” 

“Hoseok-hyung called it a - a “dead tree drop”?”

“Hm.” Jungkook releases him abruptly. Jimin almost falls backwards and rights himself with a glare. “That’s one name for it. It’s also called the Kuchiki taoshi, or single leg takedown,” he tells him. “Show me again.”

“I - Huh?”

“Try the throw on me,” Jungkook reiterates impatiently.

“You’re just going to pin me down again if I try.”

Jungkook laughs, and the sound warms Jimin all the way to his belly. “Damn. Caught,” he snickers.

And for a moment, Jimin forgets how tired he is - how his whole body aches from head to toe. Jungkook can get so rough when they spar, Jimin often goes home with bruises on his shins and pink finger marks on his arms and back from where Jungkook had grabbed onto him. Even days later he can feel the ghost-like hold Jungkook has on him, both mentally and physically. His roommate has raised one too many eyebrows at them, wondering why Jimin keeps going back to judo when he’s not particularly invested in it in the first place. Jimin always shrugs, doesn’t have it in him to explain.

It’s not really judo that Jimin’s in love with after all, just Jeon Jungkook.

“No, but seriously, try it again. You just need to fix your posture a bit, but it was good. It was a good start, Jimin.”

As much as Jimin can’t stand Jungkook’s teasing, he can’t stand his praises even more. “It was - Thank you, but it wasn’t - I didn’t even get you,” Jimin says embarrassedly. 

“Show me again,” Jungkook prompts, the look on his face softening.

Jimin edges closer, unsure. Jungkook doesn’t budge when Jimin hesitantly bends down to take hold of his thigh. He peers up at Jungkook’s expression and swallows tightly. “Do… Do you want me to try the throw?”

Jungkook stares down at him wordlessly for several long moments. 

“What - ” Jimin barely has time to feel a sense of foreboding at the grin that stretches Jungkook’s lips before he brings his hand to Jimin’s hair, petting and ruffling his hair aggressively. Jimin straightens with an indignant squawk because - his hair - and makes a valiant effort to move the strands back to their rightful place. Then with heightened resolve, he throws himself at Jungkook in response, reaching up to enact his revenge.

Jungkook’s laughing, barely managing to keep his head out of Jimin’s reach.

“Hold still, you giant brat,” Jimin bites out. 

“Is that any way to talk to your teacher,” Jungkook chortles, but his laughter breaks off when Jimin clambers onto his back, locking his legs around his middle and proceeds to make a mess out of his hair. “You’re gonna get it, Jimin,” he growls.

Jimin hates the way his stomach flips at the warning; the way it clenches when Jungkook manages to grab hold on him, sling him over his shoulder in one smooth motion before sending them both falling down onto the mat. At the last second, he switches their position, keeping Jimin’s body cushioned above him.

“I should make you run laps for this,” he murmurs, and his voice reverberates where their chests are pressed together. Jimin can’t tell if he’s serious, but he isn’t going to risk it.

“You started it,” Jimin says breathlessly. Jungkook looks like a dream come true, hair disheveled and a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, and all of it Jimin’s doing.

“No, you did. When you went to Jung Hoseok for help instead of me.”

“Can you let it go?” Jimin whines, though the happiness that colours his tone when Jungkook wraps his arms around him to keep him still is blatant for all ears. “I already told you why I did it.”

Jungkook, with his tongue pressed against his cheek in petulance and obviously not letting it go, mutters, “Yeah, whatever. Don’t do it again. I’m your coach. You can’t go fraternizing with the enemy.”

“Competition,” Jimin corrects. “Not enemy.”

“Same thing.” 

It’s not, but Jimin knows when he’s fighting a losing battle. “Alright,” he acquiesces. “I won’t go to Hobi-hyung for help with judo.”

“’Hobi-hyung’?” Jungkook echoes. “When’d he become ‘Hobi-hyung’? His first name is Competition - ”

“Jungkook, oh my god.”

“You’re not gonna lose to him at the next tournament, you got that Jimin? He’s gonna eat your tiny little fists and - ”

Jungkookie,” Jimin says with increasing exasperation.

“You’re gonna stand up there on the podium with that gold fucking medal around your neck, and he’s gonna bask in awe as you dead tree kick everyone’s ass after I help you make it perfect - ”

Jimin can’t help the giggles that bubble up, both at the serious set of Jungkook’s brows and the competitive fire burning in his eyes. “Alright. Whatever you say.” He sits up, and Jungkook follows suit. Jimin’s on his lap now, and he tries not to notice that fact. Tries.

“Your stance was a little too high just now. You need to lower yourself more, your center of gravity, and your grip wasn’t in the right place. You need to - ”

“Slow down, you’re rambling,” Jimin says with great fondness.

Jungkook pauses for a breath. “… And - ” 

His eyes widen for the briefest moment, before they shut. Jimin doesn’t know where the sudden courage had come from, but this close to Jungkook’s face, Jimin felt brave. It doesn’t feel so out of reach when their bodies are flush together, and Jungkook’s hands are coming up to frame his cheeks, still warm from exertion. Their mouths coming together, again and again, Jungkook’s tongue sliding against his, feels just like another one of their sparring matches.

When they break apart, panting heavily, Jungkook’s got that boyish grin on his face - the one that gets Jimin’s insides all twisted into knots, every damn time without fail. “You need to work on your technique.”

“Fuck off,” Jimin complains. Then, softer, and so fucking in love with Jeon Jungkook: “You gonna show me how it’s done, golden boy?”

“It’ll be my pleasure.”

Follow the Light ~ Season 13 coda

After the season 12 finale, I got the urge to write. So I wrote this coda. I needed to get my feels out! So here’s some sadness with a bitter sweet ending :) Hope y'all like it.

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It’s not what he expected at first. The pain. Dean had always known death was painful, but this was different.


It wasn’t like Sam’s or Bobby’s or anyone else’s. It was empty, hollow and utterly numb.


The first week was a blur. No, more like a buzz. The buzz of alcohol, the buzz of voices around him, the buzz of his mind as it tried to handle the situation.


He knew Cas needed to be buried. Sam insisted on a pyre but Dean reeled at the thought. Cas, burning. He’d already seen that once.


Dean remembered crying silently, in the darkness of his room. He didn’t want Sam to see — to see how not okay he was. He’d finally cracked one night when, at Dean’s insistence, they cast a preservation spell on Cas’s body. The tears had flowed then, endlessly streaking his face and reddening his already tired eyes. And sleep didn’t help, and neither did drinking. Nothing would.


Cas was dead.

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Make Me Forget - (M)

Genre; Smut

Length; 2,000+ words

Kink(s); Daddy kink, oral sex (receiving), slightly impact play

Originally posted by chattyang

Another day, another thing to stress about. 
School had become a prison for you- there was so much to get done yet so little time to do it all. It was mentally and physically exhausting. 

Stepping into the door of your dorm, your roommate, Amy, was there- sitting at the small dining table with your boyfriend. 
“Babe?” You called out to him, confusion coating your voice as you set your bag down on the counter. “What are you doing here? I thought you were gonna come for another week or two?” 

As he stood, the tall man made his way over to you; shyly scratching the back of his head before finally throwing his arms around you. Looking down at you, his eyes meeting yours, “I wanted to surprise you, but when I got here Amy said you were still cramming in the library.” 

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Bad Ideas (M)

Rowoon decides to finally confess to you after you’ve been away for a while, but things take a turn…

Protagonists: Rowoon & you

Word Count: 3,3k

Genre: Smut

A/N: Don’t hate me, I wanted to write my first fluffy fic, but it gave me bad ideas… The original title was “Confession”. I know he just debuted, but he’s a 96′ liner and we’re all going to Kpop hell anyway. I’m not even sorry for this one. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


It’s only now that he is in front of your building that doubts start creeping in his head. What if she didn’t miss me? What if she gets angry for dropping by unannounced? He tries to shake off this spiral of negative thoughts by stretching his back and rolling his shoulders. Rowoon looks up at the series of windows where he guesses your apartment is, wondering if you had time to unpack your suitcases.

A group of high school girls pass him on the street and he promptly looks down at his feet, hiding his eyes behind his cap. Why does she have to live so close to a school? He sighs and the black mask he is wearing sticks on his face and mouth. He might as well make a move or go back to the dorm already.

An elderly man carrying bags walks by in direction of the apartment complex and he offers to assist, seizing the opportunity to enter the building. The singer holds the front door and helps the elder get on the elevator with his bags. After a low bow and a short thankful exchange, the doors close and Rowoon is left alone in the hall. 

Should I call her? He has a strange feeling about this. He is usually confident, but the closer he gets to confess, the further away you seem.


It was a year ago, he was with Inseong on break between practices when they decided to stop by a coffee shop. They entered and he immediately noticed you, sitting with your long legs crossed at a high table near the counter. The spring sun was illuminating the whole place and time seemed to stay still for a few seconds. You ran your fingers through your hair before bringing them back on your coffee mug, your nails carelessly hitting the ceramic in rhythm.

You were smiling brightly at the guy in front of you and the whole time Rowoon and Inseong waited at the counter, he couldn’t stop himself from throwing glances your way. When he looked at you for the seventh time, your eyes locked and the air stopped in his chest. Inseong saw his face and followed his gaze with a cheeky smile.

“Minwoo-hyung!” He half-yelled in the empty coffee shop. Rowoon reluctantly turned his head and noticed for the first time that the guy sitting with you was working in marketing for their company. His name was Minwoo and he was an American-Korean who was only 3 years older than Inseong. Everyone at the company knew how much of a player he was, basically dating a new hopeless girl every month. A fire began to burn in Rowoon’s chest, spreading to his ears, making them turn bright red.

“Hi guys, I guess you’re on break? You should sit with us while you wait.” Minwoo smiled back at Inseong and gestured the high table next to them. Rowoon sat in dead silence, wondering why their hyung would want them to crash his date. This time he avoided to look at the foreigner girl, staring at the wood design of the table instead. Inseong happily introduced himself in English and you were instantly wowed by his ability.

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you!” He immediately proceeded to ask where you were from and your age, but you just blushed and giggled the questions away.

“You’re Rowoon right?” He lifted his head amazed at the way his name fell out of your lips and sounded so marvelously smooth. When your eyes locked again, he mumbled his greetings in English with a small voice. You stared in curiosity, making it hard for him to form coherent thoughts. “I already know about SF9, I’m sorry if that’s weird”. A nervous giggle climbed your throat and the young man continued to look at you until the barista interrupted with two coffees.

“Do you guys need to go or do you want to stay with us a little longer? Y/n still has time left, right?” Minwoo kindly switched back the conversation to Korean.

“I don’t have to get back to work right away Oppa, it’s alright.” You answered in Korean with a heavy accent.

“Oh, then we also still have time. How do you speak Korean so well?” Rowoon asked politely. He was instantly more comfortable and bold in his own language. Inseong raised an eyebrow, knowing that the younger singer was the one who wanted to go back sooner to the dance studio.

“I’ve been working here for a year, Minwoo-oppa is one of my housemates.” The girl warmly grinned at him, making his heart skipped a beat. I guess they are not on a date then. He smiled back.


I need to tell her. I need to tell her how much I missed her when she was away. Rowoon presses the button to call the elevator down again. He let his feelings build up for a year before being ready to confess, if he waits any longer you might start to seriously see someone. He doesn’t want to end up being just a friend forever.

His fingers are nervously drumming the side of his thighs as the elevators doors open and he gets in. The singer pulls the mask down on his chin and press 12, the strange feeling in his guts intensifies as the lift starts to move. When he gets out on the twelfth floor, he mechanically walks to your place even if only has been there once since you moved. Rowoon barely gets to knock 2 times before you swing open the door and he bounces back in surprise.

Holy shit. She wouldn’t have answered the door half-naked, right? He gulps. His eyes wander on your legs before he looks up, avoiding eye-contact.


Your mouth forms a silent “O” when you register who’s standing at your front door. You just thought the pre-paid delivery was there and opened it without thinking. Rowoon’s gaze caresses your legs disappearing under the oversize t-shirt you threw on. The way he looks at your body longer than necessary makes you blush and you clear your throat before trying to speak.

“I thought you were the chicken!” You laugh to hide your discomfort and stare at him behind the chaos of your wet locks of hair.

“Hu-uum, well I-” Rowoon starts. Oh god, I look like a total mess. Remembering your current state, you panic and interrupt him.

“Did you miss me that much? Is that why you’re already visiting me?” You playfully hit his shoulder, trying to sound has normal as you could, but blabbering nonsense. “I just got back and took a much-deserved very hot bath.” 

WHY? Jeez, you hate yourself. The words escaped your mouth before you realized. This isn’t the kind of things you should be saying to your younger male friend. No big deal where you’re from, but Koreans are a bit more cautious with their choice of words.

“Yeah, I know that you just got back. That’s why I’m here.” He frowns. “I mean, the bath is not why I’m here. I didn’t know about the bath. It’s not something I would have known about, right? What I mean is… I’m here to see you…not see you in the bath… But it’s also logical that you would want to wash after the fligh-“ His ears are bright red and he clearly needs help to finish that speech.

“Ok, you’re being weird.” You cut him off, ending both of your sufferings “I’m sorry, I’m not on my more reserved side right now. You want to come in? I’ll behave.” Raising an eyebrow, you open the door wider. You must admit, you’re really flattered to be able to make him flustered like that.

“Wait?! Shouldn’t you put something else on?” Pure panic is perceivable in his voice and he’s staring at his feet seemingly terrified to look up. Why is he that nervous? He has seen you in your pajama before.

The only time you saw him like that was when you covered HyunA at a karaoke and tried to get him to dance with you. You were so drunk that you kept telling him repeatedly how hot he was. The next day, Rowoon was so uncomfortable he couldn’t meet your eyes, so you lied and said you didn’t remember anything. When you asked to know what you did to embarrass him, he lied too and you both never talked about it again. Great memory there, Soju-champion. A faint blush creeps on your cheeks and when you look down at yourself, you finally get his agitation.

“Rowoon… I am wearing shorts.” You make that statement in the dullest tone and move to the side to let him in. He passes you like a ghost, more dead than alive. A million thoughts run through your head. “Why would you think I’m answering the door wearing only a t-shirt anyway?” You ask trying to ease the tension of the weird atmosphere.

“I-I thought you just threw something on when you got out of the bath, sorry.” His expression is still dark, probably because of the embarrassment.

A quick knock on the door you closed seconds ago stops you from reassuring him and you accept the chicken delivery without further ceremony. When you turn around to move to the kitchen you are surprise to see the singer is still standing in the small corridor.

“I should go now and let you eat.” He asserts hastily trying to get around you and leave. You firmly grab his arms and turn him around. He’s so close you can feel his breath on your face and goosebumps spread on your arms. Rowoon towers over you, his dark eyes looking straight into yours for the first time since you opened the door.

“Then why are you here?” Your voice falls flat in the tiny space. It sounds more like an accusation than the invitation to stay longer you intended.

“I missed you.” Even if he casually said those words to you before, you feel his whisper this time is slightly different, needy. He’s still inspecting your eyes, begging you to answer a question you’re not sure he asked. Rowoon slowly licks his lips, something you know him to do when he’s edgy. Suddenly, it proves to be too much and you pull on his arm to bring him closer. Your lips brush gently against his and you immediately back off keeping your eyes shut.

“I missed you too” …But not in a friend kind of way. There goes a year of self-control, congrats y/n.

Before you find the courage to open your eyes and face him, you are being pushed to the wall. Rowoon’s lips crash on yours again, this time, fiercely. You gasp in his mouth, surprised, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all. He presses his body to feel you closer and you kiss him back slightly parting your lips. His right hand is on the wall next to your head while his left hand is getting lost in the wet mess of your hair.

You drop the bag of chicken on the ground to get a hold of his shoulders and keep him close. All thoughts about preserving your friendship vanished and you abandon yourself in his embrace. Rowoon’s tongue begins exploring your mouth, so soft and warm that you let out a needy moan. The young singer pulls back astonished and you seize the opportunity to take his black mask and slide his jacket off. Once they’re next to the chicken on the floor, you grab his neck, closing the gap between your lips again. It’s not too long before you’re both panting, your bodies craving each other. Rowoon drops his head, sucking gently where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Let’s move to my room.” When you lightly push him away, he pouts before obediently following you to your room.  He sits on your bed and looks up in awe as you take your shorts off. You’re staring at him, only in your panties and oversize t-shirt, waiting for him to remove his pants.

As soon as they are free, his hands are on your thighs, caressing them up and down. “I love your legs.” He deeply groans while his fingers trail up, exploring your bare skin. “Oh, I know.” You grin and climb on his lap, thinking of all those times you caught him peeking at your thighs. You tug at the hem of his t-shirt, urging him to take it off too.

When his abs are exposed you bite your lower lip and an impressed hiss escapes your mouth. “God you’re hot.” He smirks and pulls you into a kiss. “Hotter than what I told you that day at the karaoke.” He pecks your lips again but ends up chuckling against your cheeks. “I thought it was the soju…” You grab his chin and look in his dark brown irides.

“I have eyes. Did you forget I knew you as an Idol before? I already had a crush and bad ideas about you.” You begin to grind your hips against his in rhythm, making him moan as he firmly holds your ass. Between pants, Rowoon nibbles your neck and his hands explore your body. He reaches underneath your t-shirt to cup your breasts and tease your nipples.

Bad ideas, hum?” Your wetness soaks your panties with each grind of his clothed bulge against you. “Ro-Rowoon…” After a moment, you start to believe you’ll both come undone like this, but he uses his weight to flip you on the bed. Rowoon blinks, searching for his breath as you remove your t-shirt and stare innocently at him.

“y/n…” His murmur sends shivers down your spine. Slowly, he starts to kiss his way down on your body and his fingers gently touch the wetness through your lace panties. He leaves a last kiss on your right hip before giving you a lustful gaze and tossing them aside.  His thumb slides up and down your opening, spreading your wetness. You fist the sheets of your bed, trying to hold onto reality. He inserts a finger inside you, moving it carefully and gauging your reaction. “Aa-ah, please… Rowoon…” You whine and he adds a finger, feeling a bit more confident. He moves them back and forth, curling them occasionally to look at you curve your back, fascinated. He’s panting laboriously, letting out groans and scattering kisses on your soft skin. The sight of you getting off on his fingers is making him crazy. “Noona… Hum- Is this for real?”

You can’t help but wonder too, the situation seems surreal; the man of your dream is gently sucking the soft skin of your inner thigh while letting out little moans. His chest is rising and falling in rhythm, his black hair is a mess and his lips are swollen and red. Rowoon is kneeling next to your bed, in-between your legs. “Come here.” Your voice is hoarse and you sensually gesture him with your finger. He climbs up the bed to meet your needy lips. “This is real…” The weight of his body is pinning you to the mattress. It only makes you want him more and you grind your hips against his. Rowoon grunts in the kiss and drops his head in frustration. “I don’t have protection; I really didn’t think that we’d-”

“It’s okay.” You interrupt and can’t help but giggle when he thanks God and Buddha as you reach in your bedside table. In no time, Rowoon is fully naked in front of you, rolling down a condom on his length. Leaning on your elbows, you bite your lower lip, appreciating the sight. The corner of his mouth curl up in a shy smile and you notice how red his ears still are. “I can’t believe you’re still blushing.” His black gaze meets yours.

“What can I say; you have no idea the effect you have on me.” His cheesiness makes you laugh and he tries to stop it with his lips while he’s positioning himself on top of you. He begins to suck on the tip of your tongue, prolonging the embrace until you’re both searching for air. The tip of his cock brushes against your folds and you gasp in anticipation but he stops his movements. “Are you sure?” His voice is almost inaudible and if you were a meter away you wouldn’t have heard it. You nod and his eyes scan yours for confirmation. What he finds seems to reassure him because he slowly sinks himself in you, still maintaining eye contact.

After few seconds of immobility, Rowoon starts to move again at a maddeningly gentle pace. “Faa-faster” You beg. He obliges and brings his palm behind your right knee to spread your legs and allow himself deeper. You both cry out when he begins to move faster and harder. The sounds of moans and skin against skin rapidly fill the room and you close your eyes, overwhelmed by your senses. Rowoon plants sloppy kisses on your neckline. You grip his hair and shoulder, his breath and saliva trailing patterns on your chest.

He lets go of your leg to drop his body closer to yours and brings his thumb to your sensitive bud. When it starts to rub little circles, you become even more of a mess, trembling and clenching your thighs against his legs. His name falls of your lips like a mantra and he returns it to you with low animal grunts. He speeds up his pace again, his hips hitting you firmly with each thrust. The mixture of pain and pleasure begins to make you lose all awareness and your orgasm builds up in your stomach. You completely reach your high right when Rowoon cries your name while coming undone. The peak of sensations sends you over the edge. Spasms take control of your body and you abandon yourself to the waves of pleasure. Rowoon collapses next to you, breathing loudly while you both try to regain composure.

After a moment, he looks at you and caresses your cheek with his index. “Are you okay?” You turn your head his way, a bit startled. “Why? Aren’t you?!” He just laughs in response and brings your body closer to his. For a few minutes, you just lay on his chest, feeling the drowsiness settle upon you both, until your stomach protests his starvation. The memories of the rest of the night hit you and you start to worry about what tonight means for your relation. You may have dream of this ever since you met him at the café, but you were kind of hoping for more than a hook up.

“Hum, so you didn’t really tell me why you came here tonight…” You look up to him, but his eyes are closed.

“Oh…” He pauses and then smiles. “To confess.”

“Oh… And how did it go?” Relieved, you chuckle excitedly.

“Hum… I think it went pretty amazing, to be honest!” You both giggle and he lovingly gazes at you through his eyelashes. Was this always this easy? We should have done that ages ago. Before any of you can add anything, your stomach makes a new protest noise and you stand up embarrassed.

“Well I guess the chicken is cold now and I have to wash up again. Care to join me in the shower?” You turn around, ready to sexily wave your hips and make him follow you to the bathroom, but he grabs your hand.

“Wait. We should warm the chicken and eat first.” Rowoon hesitates and bites his lower lip a bit embarrassed. “We could get dirty again afterwards, I mean…”  He playfully winks at you. “Why wash up? I want to know all about those bad ideas you said you had…”


- Lyly. (I live on a twelfth floor and this could be my studio #oops) ;) 

M A S T E R L I S T

Lemonade Poetry

Intuition

I tried to make a home outta you.
But doors lead to trapdoors. A stairway leads to nothing.
Unknown women wander the hallways at night.
Where do you go when you go quiet?
You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once.
In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me.
What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here.
What luck. What a fucking curse.

Denial

I tried to change.
Closed my mouth more.
Tried to be soft, prettier.
Less…awake.
Fasted for 60 days.
Wore white.
Abstained from mirrors.
Abstained from sex.
Slowly did not speak another word.
In that time my hair grew past my ankles.
I slept on a mat on the floor.
I swallowed a sword.
I levitated… into the basement, I confessed my sins and was baptized in a river.
Got on my knees and said, “Amen.” And said I mean. I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet.
I threw myself into a volcano.
I drank the blood and drank the wine.
I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God.
I crossed myself and thought… I saw the devil.
I grew thickened skin on my feet.
I bathed…in bleach and plugged my menses with pages from the Holy Book.
But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know.
Are you cheating? Are you cheating on me?

Anger

If this what you truly want.
I can wear her skin…over mine.
Her hair, over mine.
Her hands as gloves.
Her teeth as confetti.
Her scalp, a cap.
Her sternum, my bedazzled cane.
We can pose for a photograph.
All three of us, immortalized.
You and your perfect girl.
I don’t know when love became elusive.
What I know is no one I know has it.
My father’s arms around my mother’s neck.
Fruit too ripe to eat.
I think of lovers as trees…
…growing to and from one another.
Searching for the same light.
Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? (Why can’t you) Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.

Apathy

So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me?

Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded. Her shroud is loneliness.

Her God was listening.
Her heaven would be a love without betrayal.
Ashes to ashes…dust to side chicks.

Emptiness

She sleeps all day…dreams of you in both worlds.
Tills the blood in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc.
Grief, sedated by orgasm.
Orgasm heightened by grief.
God was in the room when the man said to the woman, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me and pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.”
Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh my God.” That, too, is a form of worship.
Her hips grind pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves, whenever he pulls out.
Loss.
Dear moon, we blame you for floods…for the flush of blood…for men who are also wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts.
Every fear…
Every nightmare…anyone has ever had.

Accountability

You find the black tube inside her beauty case.
Where she keeps your father’s old prison letters.
You desperately want to look like her.
You look nothing like your mother.
You look everything like your mother.
Film star, beauty.
How to wear your mother’s lipstick.
You go to the bathroom to apply the lipstick.
Somewhere no one can find you.
You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face.
Your mother is a woman.
And women like her can not be contained.
Mother dearest, let me inherit the Earth.
Teach me how to make him beg.
Let me make up for the years he made you wait.
Did he bend your reflection?
Did he make you forget your own name?
Did he convince you he was a God?
Did you get on your knees daily?
Do his eyes close like doors?
Are you a slave to the back of his head?
Am I talking about your husband or your father?

Reformation

He bathes me…
…until I forget their names…and faces.
I ask him to look me in the eye when I come…home.
Why do you deny yourself heaven?
Why do you consider yourself undeserving?
Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you.
But you are the love of my life…love of my life…the love of my life…the love of my life.

Forgiveness

Baptize me…
…now that reconciliation is possible.
If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious.
One thousand girls raise their arms.
Do you remember being born?
Are you thankful?
Are the hips that cracked…
…the deep velvet of your mother…
…and her mother…
…and her mother?
There is a curse that will be broken.

Resurrection

You are terrifying…
…and strange…
…and beautiful.

Hope

The nail technician pushes my cuticles back…
…turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says:
“I see your daughters, and their daughters.”
That night in a dream the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach.
The scar heals into a smile.
The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails.
We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath.
I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat.
A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.

Redemption

Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons…
…the zest of half lemon.
Pour the water from one jug, then into the other, several times.
Strain through a clean napkin.
Grandmother, the alchemist.
You spun gold out of this hard life.
Conjured beauty from the things left behind.
Found healing where it did not live.
Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen.
Broke the curse with your own two hands.
You passed these instructions down to your daughter.
Who then passed it down to her daughter.
My grandma said, nothing real can be threatened.
True love brought salvation back into me.
With every tear came redemption.
And my torturer became my remedy.
So we’re gonna heal, we’re gonna start again.
You’ve brought the orchestra.
Synchronized swimmers, you are the magician.
Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half.
Make the woman in doubt disappear.
Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot.
The audience applauds…
…but we can’t hear them.

Warsan Shire

Winterhawk Mini Bang

Here it is folks all the works from the minibang! All the fics have art accompanying them. Take a look through these works and give the authors and artists some love. Please remember to check the archive warnings and be sure to read all the tags before you start reading.

Standby (T) Words: 2,387 by @mollynoble

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, Veteran Bucky, Veteran Clint, brief mention - anxitey

Clint and Bucky meet when they become trapped in an elevator. Clint is an idiot, but Bucky likes him anyways.

[Art] by @torii-storii

birdboy and grumpycat17 (T) Words: 2,020 by @varilia

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Interplanetary Travel, “The Space Between Us” AU

Clint was born on Mars. Only, like, two people on Earth know that, and his best– only– friend, James, is not one of them. When given the opportunity to visit Earth, and therefore James, Clint is eager to tell James the truth: about where he’s from, and the fluttery feelings that he gets whenever talking to James.

[Art] by @sian1359

Americana is for Lovers (M) Words: 8,232 by @ccbytheseashore

Tags: road trips, americana, sexual content, developing relationships, getting together

Please tell me you are still alive, read Steve’s text.
In Virginia, Bucky replied.
The hell are you doing in Virginia?
Would you believe me if I said trying to find a foam sculpture of Stonehenge?
Tony said to make sure his car comes back in once piece. Please don’t shoot each other.

Clint and Bucky set off on an adventure to find an infamous work of Americana history, but find literally everything else (including love, and a Magic Fingers) instead.

[Art] by @bvckyboy

My Depths for You (M) Words: 7,287 by @shellsxo

Tags: Domestic Fluff; Domestic!Bucky; Domestic!Clint; Anniversary

Somewhere down the line, Bucky Barnes had become the sun, and Clint’s life had begun revolving around him. Neither had expected their feelings to become so strong, to grow in strength or in depth. But it had.

Lilac Alstroemeria Aster (T) Words: 7,303 by @jenjo93

Tags: No powers AU. Bucky works at a flower shop; Clint is a human disaster by day, vigilante by night

On the surface, Clint Barton shares nothing with Bucky Grant, the cute florist he helped save from thieves. Bucky has a business, owns more than one outfit, and looks to have a stable life. Worlds away from Clint’s drama-filled past. Bucky being kidnapped reminds Clint why he doesn’t put his heart on the line anymore.

[Art] by PlaidHunters

Edge of our Hope (T) Words: 5,956 by @punxbarton

Tags: Pacific Rim AU, mention of past character death, mention of past loss of limb

Nobody wonders whether Clint and Bucky are drift compatible. They clearly are. Which is the problem, since Clint already has a drift partner, and Bucky can’t ever pilot again. Well, it’s the problem for some people. Not for them. Never for them.

[Art] by @bizrreer

Still Breathing (T) Words: 8,241 by @victorianbreaker

Tags: Canon-typical Violence, vague Mentions of suicidal thoughts, blood

Clint just wanted to get away. He didn’t want to hurt any one. But he keeps seeing blue…I dodged a bullet and I walked across a landmine / Oh, I’m still alive / Am I bleeding am I bleeding from the storm? / Just shine a light into the wreckage, so far away, away…‘Cause I’m still breathing / 'Cause I’m still breathing on my own / My head’s above the rain and roses / Making my way away / My way to you

[Art] by @theassassinhawk

Not Such a Risk (M) Words: 3,311 by @aw-hawkeye-no

Tags: Dom/Sub, Bondage, dom!Clint, sub!Steve, Sub!Bucky

“Buck, I gotta ask – are you here of your own free will, or did Clint kidnap you and force you to watch Dog Cops?” Steve smirked as he glanced from Bucky to Clint.“Hey!” Clint objected just as Bucky said, “Bit of column A, bit of column B.”Clint huffed indignantly. “As I remember it, I was minding my own business when you barged in here and started questioning my eating habits.”

Or, Clint has been acting as Steve’s and Bucky’s dom for weeks now, but the three of them have never done a scene together.

[Art](nsfw)by @xbittenx

Save Me. (T) Words: 4,867 by @hodginsismylife

Tags:  Not Captain America: The Winter Soldier Compliant, Swearing, Canon-Typical Violence.

Clint Barton just wanted an easy recovery after being braiwashed, he didn’t want to be kidnaped by HYDRA, he didn’t ask for any of this.

[Art] by @marvel-4-life

How to Mate Your Cyborg (G) Words: 2,092 by @nightshadezombie

Bucky and Hagrid spend every Tuesday and Thursday morning at the Midnight Roast, studying and sampling Wade’s questionable baked goods. And maybe pining over Wade’s Other Favorite Cyborg. BTW, Wade totally ships it, guys.

[Art] by fitzz106

 The deals you  made (T) Words: 6,321 by @aijja

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, AU-Canon Divergence, Fae & Mythical Beings

Bucky is ten when he meets a boy who helps him win a prize for Steve. There’s handshake to agree to a contract, due sometime in the future. They never meet again. Or at least, Bucky doesn’t remember it.

AKA. Don’t make deals with people who appear from thin air.

[Art] by @sian1359

Through the Streets of Long Gone Dreams (T) Words: 10,937 by @rivulet027

Tags: Nightmares, PTSD, Recovering Memories

Bucky’s having trouble sleeping until Lucky decides to adopt him. Now Bucky isn’t sure if he’s sleeping better because of a dog or the archer that comes with the dog.

[Art] by @placna

This Is Where We Start Again (G) Words: 3,377 by @jeminamoonnight

Tags: Kidfic, Accidental baby acquisition, body dysphoria, deaf!Clint

When Clint brings home a baby and wants to keep her, Bucky must confront his  lingering body issues and whether or not he’s ready for the challenges of parenthood. 

[Art] by @fee-does-band-art

Empyrean (T) Words: 2,694 by @icantseemtomiss

Tags: Minor violence, mentions of past abuse. Alternate Universe- Greek,Mythology.

There’s plenty of things you get taught how to handle; like your pet hamster dying, or your girlfriend breaking up with you. But no-one ever teaches you how to handle the Greek god, Apollo, attaching himself to your soul.

[Art] by @pathulu

I Slept With An Assassin and Now I Have Feelings (T) Words: 3,911 by @useless-empty-brain

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, mentions of brainwashing, getting together.

Years ago Clint and the Winter Soldier are given the same target and meet. Instead of eliminating the competition, the Soldier is intrigued by the disaster who beat him to the target. Through years of mind wipes disjointed images of blond and arrows keep coming back. When he breaks the mind control permanently, he wants to find Steve and the guy who kept sneaking around Hydra’s mind wipes.

[Art] by @mariana-oconnor

Like That Counting Crows Song (T) Words: 4,643 by @madetobeworthy

Tags: No Warnings, fluff, mutual healing, slow burn but it forgot to be slow

Clint’s life is a series of unfortunate events that somehow peaked at his apartment getting blown up. Bucky doesn’t really want to get caught up in his mess, but it’s hard to avoid the homeless guy sleeping on your couch when all you want to do is watch Netflix.

[Art] by @girlouttaplace

Springfield (T) Words: 1,779 by @precise-desolation

Tags: Slow build, Service dogs, PTSD

There was a man who walked  his dog every morning in the park where Clint went for his run.  Of course, Clint knew that was perfectly normal.  It was the dog’s service animal vest that caught his attention.  He had the guy figured for ex-military, he just hadn’t figured him for the Winter Soldier, the ghost sniper.  Or, well, former Winter Soldier.  It was a spur of the moment decision to buy the guy a coffee from the stand they both frequented.  He had wanted to ask about the dog.  He didn’t expect that it would become anything more.

[Art] by @mollynoble

Words Left Unsaid (M) Words: 2,067 by @i-will-always-kneel-for-smut

Tags: Swearing, Not Captain America: Civil War (Movie) Compliant, Not Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie) Compliant

Clint agreed to an afternoon sparring session with Natasha. Little did he know that by the end of the day he’d be responsible for a former Hydra agent…and one of Steve Rogers oldest friends.

[Art] by @meesedraw

The Barton-Barnes shelter of abandoned animals (G) Words: 1,960 by @asamandra

Tags: barton farm, clint and his strays

For once it’s not Clint who brings in another stray… and Clint is not amused when he finds out what kind of stray it is.

[Art] by @aw-hawkeye-no

As Lucky Would Have It. (T) Words: 6,698 by @dapperanachronism

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Get-Together, Anxiety, Lucky is the best dog,

He tells himself a lot of things. Things like he’s not a burden, things like he’s getting better, things like he’s awake in the middle of the night by choice, just because he enjoys prowling around the tower at night when it’s quiet. It’s the truth, if not the whole truth. What is also the truth is how much he enjoys finding Clint curled up on the living room floor next to a scruffy dog that Bucky knows doesn’t live in the tower with them.

[Art] by @placna

Just a Fool (Whose Luck Has Turned) (E) Words: 4,965 by @words-aremy-weapons

Tags:  Second-hand embarrassment

Clint makes a fool of himself over the comms during a mission, going into vivid detail of everything he feels for Barnes. Embarrassment makes him hide away, until Barnes forces him to come clean about everything.

[Art] by  PlaidHunters

Strike at the Heart of (T) Words: 20,528 by @captn-sara-holmes

Tags: Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers (2012), Clint Barton Feels, Everyone Has Issues, unhealthy platonic relationships, Trust Issues, Emotional Manipulation, Angst and Humor, BAMF Clint Barton, Mind Games. Mind Control, Yasha, STRIKE!Clint, Clint is actually fine, psychological evaluations are not for everyone

The Avengers think he’s traumatized, Fury thinks he needs a break, Natasha wants him to recover. Well, screw those guys. Clint is going to go and make some new friends that appreciate how badass and competent and not-messed-up-after-Loki he is. It goes great, until it doesn’t.

[Art] by @cratercreator

The Broken and The Brave (T) Words: 5,892 by @somnambulist-x

Clint Barton is acquitted after killing the Hulk.No, after killing Bruce Banner.After killing his friend.And Bucky could understand Barton’s next move and as the archer left the city and drove west in his disastrous Dodge Challenger, Bucky grabbed his backpack, hopped on his bike and followed him.He wasn’t going to stop Barton, he wasn’t going to catch him and bring him back…He was simply going with.

[Art] by @mollynoble

5 Times an archer walked into a bar (And one time the bar came to him) (T) Words: 1,553 by @adamsgirl42

Twist on the film "He’s just not that into you”

[Art] by @bizrreer

Dog Cops, Pickpockets, and Love, Oh my! (E) Words:3,634 by PlaidHunter

Tags: sex, blow jobs, rimming, cute dog cops, star wars

“I stole your wallet because I was desperate for money a few years ago and I’ve finally gotten my life under control but the guilt hasn’t left me because you looked like a really sweet person so I went to the address on your driver’s license to return it and apologize but when you answered the door you took one look at me and shouted, “YOU!” and punched me in the face!“

[Art] by @fadesealcat

Five dates Bucky didn’t realize he went on, and the one he planned himself (T) Words: 11,750 by @redsector-a

Tags: Oblivious Bucky, Slow Build Romance, Bucky Feels, Clint is a good boyfriend (even when Bucky doesn’t know he’s his boyfriend), Steve Rogers is a Good Bro, Fluff

To say that Bucky was surprised when Clint kissed him was an understatement. But it was nothing compared to the shock he felt when he learned they’d been dating for months without him realizing it. Clint gets whisked away for a mission before they have time to talk and Bucky is left to figure things out on his own - hindsight being 20/20 he can’t help but wonder how he missed things the first go around.

Devil’s Night

Originally posted by homicidal---queen

Pairing: James Patrick March x Reader 

Summary: Reader attends her first Devil’s Night at the Hotel Cortez with James. James loves the reader in more ways than one. He could never even think of killing her. And so god help anyone that laid a hand on her in a disrespectful way. They never really discussed their status, but they both knew where they stood with their feelings, and that was enough for them to go off of. When the reader gets overwhelmed by her first Devil’s Night, James takes the time away from his guests to comfort her and make sure she is alright. 

Warnings: language (i think. not too sure how much), obviously some creepy murderer stuff. its AHS for crying out loud, mentions of blood, mentions of anxiety. 


It was Devil’s Night at the Hotel Cortez. I didn’t know much about it except that James hosts a dinner the same night every year. 

I know who James is, and I know he’s a ghost. So it shouldn’t have been any surprise to me that his guest were ghosts of past murderers. However, it did. 

James had been taking care of me for quite some time now. And by that I mean he makes sure I have what I need. I never really understood why, or how for that matter, considering he was a ghost. I always just pushed that thought back. I always had a hard time trying to get things to work in my favor. Now that I have James, things are so much easier, and I couldn’t be more thankful. 

James, for some reason, was completely infatuated with me. He was overprotective, caring, loving. It’s hard to believe that all those emotions can come from the world’s greatest serial killer that ever lived. But it was true. He never wanted any harm to come to me. I was the only living thing he never allowed himself to kill. And he’d kill anyone who laid a finger on me. 

I guess I liked James too. And not because I thought I should. He was very handsome, needless to say. And he treats me like a queen, which is more than any other guy has ever done. And I’ll admit that we have indulged in certain… activities. The sex was fantastic, even for a ghost. My only wish is that we’d be able to leave the hotel; be a normal couple. But James wasn’t normal. And I guess now, neither was I. Despite him being a ghost, I was very content with the way things were.  

However, Devil’s Night turned out to be a different story. It unsettled me. I should have figured all of James’s guests would be ghosts, but I was still shocked when I entered the room. 

I walked into James’s hotel room as I was told. I was wearing a long, navy blue gown that had a sweetheart neckline and showed off my cleavage. I saw a woman first. Aileen Wuarnos, to be exact. She was dancing with a man that looked like Richard Ramirez. There was a man with glasses, sitting awkwardly at the table next to man dressed like the zodiac killer. I quickly recognized the man in glasses as Jeffery Dahmer. Walking out of the bathroom I recognized John Wayne Gacy, and over by the window was detective John Lowe. I had met him last year, and was devastated when I learned he had died. 

It came as a shock to me to realize these were the ghosts of the world’s greatest serial killers. It overwhelmed me a bit. I knew James wouldn’t let anything happen to me, but the idea of being in a room full of mass murderers is what unsettled me. So I walked over to John Lowe, because he was the only one I knew, and the only one I trusted. 

“(y/n)!” He said when he noticed me. “James mentioned you would be coming!” He hugged me awkwardly as he spoke. 

“Yeah,” I breathed out nervously. “I wasn’t sure what this was when he told me, but I thought I’d give it a go. And now that I am here, I am genuinely shocked.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“Well, this room is filled with serial killers. I mean, I should have guessed that knowing James, but actually seeing them all together is one room…” 

“Don’t worry,” he said. “James is very fond of you. He’s told everyone what would happen if they tried to pull anything. I can’t guarantee that they will actually listen. They aren’t ones to follow the rules, obviously. But you’re safe with me until he gets here.” 

“Thanks, John,” I smiled. 

“Well, who is this pretty lady,” Richard said, approaching me and John. 

“That’s March’s new lady friend,” Aileen said. “Not anything I expected. You’re nothing special. I wonder why he’s so smitten with you.” 

“Believe me. I’ve been asking myself that for a long ass time,” I said back, trying to sound light so she wouldn’t kill me. 

“Look at you. You think your a little smart ass, dontchya?” John Wayne Gacy said. 

“What? No… I just…” 

Everyone started to crowd around me and I felt John push me behind him protectively. “Back off. Do you remember what the consequences are if you touch her?” 

“Oh, c’mon! We’re just trying to introduce ourselves,” Aileen said. 

“Enough!” James’s voice boomed across the room. “Seem’s like Mr. Lowe is the only one who took what I said into consideration. Thank you, John, but I can take over from here.” 

And just like that, I found myself breaking free of the mob and fleeing to James, who welcomed me with open arms. I think I took him a bit by surprise when I embraced him in a total bear hug, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest. I felt him let out a sigh of contentment as he requited my actions. He kissed my temple and asked, “Are you alright, dear?” 

“Yeah. I’m fine,” I responded as I pulled away. I looked up at his face. His brown eyes looked down upon me with love and concern. I gave him a reassuring smile. 

“Good,” he responded and kissed me lips chastely. “This is (y/n),” he said, turning me around, but keeping one arm around my shoulders. “She is my guest of honor and she is to be given the same respect as you would give me. She is also mine. If I see any one of you try to do anything to her… well, I’ve already explained what would happen.” 

James lead me to my seat. I was sat between him and John Lowe, probably because I’d be safest between the two. Ms. Evers began to serve us our meal. James kept his left hand on my knee. I found it comforting considering the circumstances. James made a toast and everyone began to eat. Jeffery complained about the meal, and I was pretty sure why. The voices around me eventually turned into noises underwater, so I was a bit confused when I saw Ms. Evers present Jeffery with a man. Then it clicked. I knew what was going happen, and I knew that Jeffery would play with his food for a good hour before he did anything, but I really didn’t feel like witnessing a murder so I just nonchalantly pulled my phone out from my clutch and started to scroll my instagram. 

James noticed my distraction and he gave my knee a reassuring squeeze. I knew he wanted me to socialize. But how? They all literally tried to corner me a half hour ago. But I did as James wished and put my phone away. I lasted maybe forty five minutes after that. I began to feel sick to my stomach. Watching Jeffery turn this man into a lobotomized vegetable made me uneasy. I assumed James thought I was ignoring it, but how could I? I felt my breathing hitch. No, not now. Now is not a time for a god damn anxiety attack. I tried to be smooth about taking deeper breaths, but James finally noticed something was off. 

“Is everything alright, darling,” he asked as he brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. 

“Yeah, the wine is just a little strong,” I lied. 

“You were very engrossed in your cellular device earlier,” he mentioned. 

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. It’s just that my favorite band is on tour and I’m waiting for them to announce the dates for North America. I’ve seen them on every tour they’ve had so, as a dedicated fangirl, I’m super excited about going again.” God damn, that was terrible. 

“Would you like me to pretend that I understood everything you just said,” he said in a light tone, a small smirk on his face. 

I chuckled. “Sure, and I can explain it later.” 

James smiled and kissed my head. I tried to finish my salad. Jeffery was now finding an easy way to harvest the man while he was still alive, and everyone was conversing with each other like it was normal. I felt eyes on me constantly. Eventually I couldn’t take it any longer. I was going to be sick. 

“Excuse me,” I said, standing up. “I need to use the little girl’s room.” With that, I made my way to the en suite bathroom. I was thankful it was an en suite, that way nobody could see me come in or out. I sat on the floor, the skirt of my dress draping over my legs, and just hovered over the toilet. But nothing happened. Just as it always does. My anxiety racks up enough to the point where I feel sick, but as soon as I am fully prepared for the contents of my stomach to resurface, its gone. 

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in the moment that I forget all the coping mechanisms I’ve learned over the years. Once I realized what was happening, I just sat with my back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. About ten minutes later, James walks in and finds me on the floor. 

“Sweetheart…” he said, kneeling down next to me. 

“I’m fine,” I said, my voice quiet. I stared in front of me at the bathroom sink. The bathroom was dimly lit from the light of the bedroom. I could just make out the shadows on James’s face when he turned my head to look at him. 

“What’s wrong? Was it the food?” 

“No, no. The food was great. I just… I had a decent idea of what I would be walking into tonight, but seeing all of them together in one room was a bit overwhelming. And Jeffery… its bad enough he’s a cannibalistic serial killer… but he’s legitimately playing with his food. That’s just fucking weird.” 

James sighed. “I’m sorry. This is my fault. I should have talked to you about it before just inviting you-” 

“No, don’t be. Honestly, it’s fine. It’s just my anxiety psyching me out. I know you wouldn’t let them hurt me.” I said the last word and then let my head fall back and rest on the wall. 

“You look exhausted. I guess anxiety and serial killers don’t mix very well. I will keep that in mind for next year,” he said. I gave him a small smile. “Well, the night is almost over so why don’t you get into something more comfortable and get into bed. Mr. Lowe will be here a bit after everyone leaves, but as soon as he and I are finished, I will be into bed with you.” 

I nodded. “John I can handle. He’s the only one I trust out of all those wackadoodles.” 

“You do realize that I am, essentially, one of those ‘wackadoodles’?” 

I smiled and said, “Yes, but you are my favorite wackadoodle.” 

James couldn’t help but smile. “This is one of the many reasons I love you.” I smiled back. “Alright, dear. Go on and get ready for bed,” he said after helping me up. “And I will see you in a few minutes.” 

I nodded and he gave me a quick kiss before getting back to his guests. 

About twenty minutes later, James came back into the room. He had already undressed and was wearing a plain white shirt and boxers. I was scrolling on my phone when he crawled into bed with me. He laid next me and watched as I stared at my phone. I locked it, and looked over it at him. 

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish the night,” he said. 

“Did you enjoy yourself though?” 

“I did. Especially when you were by my side.” 

“Well, if you had a good time, then that is all that matters. It was your night.” 

James smiled at me. My phone lit up and it was the notification I had been waiting for. 

“Fucking finally,” I murmured to myself. 

“You have had a mouth on you tonight, dear,” James mentioned, a bit of disappointment in his voice. He never liked it when I swore. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just excited.” 

“Is that the announcement you were waiting for?” 

“Yes it is.” 

“Explain to me what a ‘tour’ and a ‘fangirl’ are.” 

“So, a tour is when an band or artist or comedian travels to different cities and does a performance at different venues. It’s like another term for travel but mostly for the music industry. A fangirl is a person, usually female, that freaks out and screams and squeals about their favorite celebrity or band. I am, essentially a fangirl, just on a lesser scale ‘cause I really only scream and squeal at concerts.” 

“And you have been to every tour of this band you want to go see?” 

“Yup. I know every word to every song they’ve ever released. Even ones that weren’t released in the United States,” I said with a small laugh. 

“Wow. That really is dedication.” James sighed. “I wish I could go with you.” 

“Awe, I know, baby. I’m sure there will be a live stream of it though. That’s when someone records the the show on camera and broadcasts it live through the internet. I’m sure Liz wouldn’t mind showing you how to set it up so you could watch it while I’m there.” 

“That would be an interesting experience.” James looked at me fondly. “You seem better than earlier. Did the anxiety subside?” 

“A little bit. It’s still lingering ‘cause I’m talking your ear off, but ya know.” I said and shrugged my shoulders. 

James pulled me into his body and said, “You could never talk my ear off, sweetheart. I’d listen to you all day long if I could.” 

I nuzzled close to him, feeling comforted by his embrace. “I love you, James.” 

“I love you, too, (y/n).” He kissed the top of my head. “You’re still trembling a little bit. Try your best to relax and fall asleep. I’m not going anywhere.” 

I hummed a response and took in a deep breath, his scent filling my nose. I sank into his hold and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. 

Out of my league | Archie x Reader | Request (Riverdale)

Request: “I think I’m in love with you” (19) combined with ‘Tell me what’s wrong?“ (7) and “are youn gonna eat this?” (10).

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Summary: The reader is in love with Archie but for her, she’s not good enough for him.

OUT OF MY LEAGUE.

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

She hasn’t seen him all the summer, nor caught a glimpse of him. Apparently, he had been too busy working for his father’s company and he even cancelled on the road trip he had to do with Jughead on July 4th. Nobody has seen him, until the last day of summer.

She was invited with Kevin to Betty’s house for the last free night before school. She was seating on the bed, watching Netflix when Kevin exclaimed:

“Oh, my God. Game-changer. Archie got hot!”

That’s when she saw him. Half-naked as he was putting his shirt on before he turned the light off and went out of his room. His name was Archie Andrews and she was in love with him since kindergarten. But sadly, Betty had been here the first, before her. As Kevin said to Veronica “Betty and Archie aren’t dating, but they were endgame.” She had always been in the background.

She was there at the dance in the memory of Jason, when Veronica forced Betty’s hand to ask Archie out. When they danced together and she told her about her feelings. Her feelings that he denied. After all, maybe it wasn’t Archie and Betty. Maybe it was Archie and her.

She was also there to notice the weird attitude of Archie towards Miss Grundy. When he ran after her in the corridors or the fact he decided to give his life for the music, that he was so angry because the school’s music teacher refused to teach him how to make music. So, when the truth was told, that Archie said he was having an affair with that woman, she wasn’t even surprised. It just hurt her more and broke her heart into pieces. She wasn’t Miss Grundy or whatever her true identity was. She was less confident, less beautiful. But from one day to the next, the music teacher packed her bags and broke up with Archie. She left Riverdale forever.

That’s why she had not expected the late night visit of Archie Andrews at her house around one A.M, the exact same night. She heard three knocks at her windows and thought it was Kevin or Veronica who had trouble sleeping. Instead, she saw him with his guitar on his back and a smile on his face when she finally opened the windows to let him in.

"Archie? What are you doing in? Do you know what time is it?”

"I’m sorry to sneak into your room like that but I had to talk to someone and I immediately thought of you.”

"But… What about Jughead? Or Betty?”

"Well… We’re not really getting along these days. Still, I wanted to talk to you. I miss you.”

"Oh. You can come in.” She laughed But are going to eat this? I’m craving some burgers right now.” She pointed to the paper bag with the Pop’s logo on it.

“Here, it’s for you. I ordered your favourite.”

And they talked for hours and hours. They talked about everything and nothing, he told her any details of what happened this summer, how music became a part of his life, what he felt when he was playing, that he allowed him to express his feelings, things he never said to anyone.

"I’ve composed my first song just before the summer. Just after we went to the fair. Do you remember?”

Of course she did. Very well. All the gang were supposed to the funfair that settled in a town next to Riverdale for a week. But suddenly, Betty declined because of something to do with Polly and Kevin had a family diner. Jughead was just not the kind of person to go to the funfair. It was just the two of them. She spent the most amazing night her life, with the man she loved. She even thought he was trying to make some moves when she was in his arms during the ghost train and he kissed the top of his head while intertwined their fingers. She felt safe for him, being in the arms of Archie. But sadly, everything had an end.

He was now playing a melodious song that he wrote, his voice resonating in her room like a siren call. He was singing about a girl, about her beauty and her eyes that he couldn’t forget and haunted him when he closed his. He was saying he couldn’t ask her out as she was totally out of his league and was reduced to be his friend and stay in his line.

Sadly, she wasn’t this girl. He was fantasizing about some Miss Grundy’s type of girl and she was pretty sure he was talking about Cheryl or one of the Riven Dixens. According to her, they were the only one to be out of the league of Archie and still, with the body he got this summer, he was the one who became out of her own league. She remembered that Archie has ever been a good 9 out of 10 while she was describing herself as a 5 on a scale of 10.

When he finished the song, he looked at her with his brown eyes and she couldn’t avoid what she said next:

“Archie…I…”

But she stopped. She was not allowed to do that. She didn’t want to be humiliated and lived what Betty experienced a few weeks ago.

"He. Tell me, what’s wrong?”

Everything was wrong. And she started crying. With what was happening in town, the death of Jason Blossom, the police’ researches, the destruction of the Drive In, the fact their gang wasn’t one anymore. And that never, Archie Andrews was going to see her as more than a friend. She couldn’t stop crying in front of the red haired boy who was looking at her not knowing what to do.

“What’s wrong? Oh Archie, the problem is that I think I’m in love with you. She said in her mind, but instead she sobbed even more.

She didn’t know that on his side, Archie was feeling the same and was hoping he got the nerves and the confidence to ask her out.

[request] [scenario] sleeping beauty

Originally posted by soniathearmycarat

(requested by @cosmic-weird-soul o mg idk wat this is im sry if this is a mess AHAH ty for requesting luv u <3) 

Title: sleeping beauty

Member: hansol ft. members

Genre: fluff // angst if u squint 

Word Count: 1649

“Uncle, when you said ‘summer job’ I was thinking more… You know, convenience store cashier,” you mumble, glancing out the window at the fans lined up outside, cameras flashing and girls screaming. “Not assistant manager for an idol group.”

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Earned It

fandom: monsta x
member/reader: kihyun, female
genre/warning(s): smut, praise!kink, idk copious amounts of a teasing kihyun
length: 2K+
summary: in which my kihyun bias wrecker is showing bc why do i have so many fics for this hamster and smut ones at that? what are you doing with your life, fariha

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Arrangement

a/n: A filled request. I’m putting the ask at the end because I don’t wanna spoil it, but oh boy it was a good one. It’s something I haven’t written like ever, and I really love requests like this where I get to write these unique AUs ahh!!! 

Also the title sucks, whatever. 


“Arthur, I have to work.”

The look on Alfred’s face told him otherwise. Those full lips quirked up in a boyish smile, hand making no move to lift off Arthur’s thigh. It told Arthur it was okay to ignore the dialogue and continue carding through Alfred’s damp hair, pushing it away from his face as baby blue eyes watched his every move.

“Okay, leave.” Arthur threw his leg over Alfred’s waist, nuzzling into that warm, tanned expanse of a chest, pulling the covers up over their shoulders as Alfred took to sighing as a response. 

“I really do, you know?” 

“Has no one told you it’s bad manners to leave so quickly after making love?”

Alfred propped his elbow up on the pillow, resting his head in the palm of his hand, “I’ve already been late two times, Artie.”

He was being cute. 

Arthur could always tell when Alfred was being cute. He would pout, he would cup Arthur’s face into his hands, he would laugh, even if Arthur’s jokes were often made at his expense. He did just as Arthur’s other lovers had done and would appeal to him- physically, emotionally, and Arthur always did the exact same thing in response.

He would reach into his wallet.

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