only fifteen


Look at this kid, he’s only fifteen and already has this much strain on himself to win. He’s gone through so much and probably feels alone, too scared to show people his true feelings and instead, he bottles them up and turns it into anger. Its easy to see he is not a mean kid, he’s just stressed okay??? let him be. If you still think he is a stuck up brat then youre dead to me.

I refuse to believe that Minami

Originally posted by vampireex

Is older than Yurio

Originally posted by sleepynyashnekomancer

I wonder when I stopped being beautiful to you. I wonder when my stories stopped seeming interesting. I wonder when you stopped feeling inclined to tell how your day is going or to share something you’d know I enjoy. I wonder when you stopped feeling the need to tell me you miss me even when we had only been apart for fifteen minutes. I wonder when you started forgetting. I wonder when I’ll start forgetting.
—  two months later…

Well here it is folks! Due to needing rent money, I am opening up commissions! All the info you will need is in the images, but I wanted to inform that I will only be taking fifteen commissions at the start. If I feel I am able to take more, I will raise it to twenty. It’s first come first served, so act quick if you want a slot!

I will be requiring payment upfront via invoice, but I will not accept the invoice until I am sure I can do the commission. So if I feel that I can’t do your commission for any reason (And I reserve the right to refuse any commission) then I will simply give your money back. But once the invoice goes through, there will be no refunds.


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Transference (M) – Chapter 01

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Summary: During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. The business arrangement becomes…mutually beneficial. Y’all know where this is going.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst

Word Count: 2,061

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, discussion of BDSM, sex work, profanity.

A/N: This work is a byproduct of about 6 months of insomnia and 60-hour work weeks, which resulted in a series of recurring dreams about Jung Hoseok which were…*fans self*

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Love first visited me when I was fifteen.
Love was best friend;
love was not meant to be.
He loved me,
and I thought I loved him too
for a while.
I destroyed him over two years
with my selfishness -
I was only fifteen.
I left carrying a broken heart in my hands,
and lost a best friend.

First love came when I was sixteen.
This time, it had warm brown eyes, soft hands and softer smiles.
It whispered shy confessions into my ear, and they sounded so genuine I made the mistake of believing them.
Love told me that I was the most beautiful thing that happened in his life, and it held me on nights I couldn’t sleep.
First love continued for about two years, during which I experienced the painful reality of giving your all to someone.
It taught me passion, pain, sadness, anger, betrayal.
First love was as blissful as it was torturous.
It left with me shivering on the cold bathroom floor, with months of sadness to follow.

Now I am nineteen, and love has decided to fleetingly appear out of nowhere.
Love now has a childish face but sturdy hands and broad shoulders.

It caresses me with tenderness I have not experienced before; it shares my joy and my sadness as if they were its own. Should this love not work out, I’ll be broken again; but I will go on living because one day I know it will visit me again.
100 Kisses

Summary: You decide to give Bucky 100 kisses for his 100th birthday.

Word Count: 2,845

Warning: cursing

A/N: I’m sure in parts of the world Bucky’s birthday is long over, but it’s still March 10th where I live! Happy Birthday, Bucky Barnes!

9:15 am

Steve Rogers stared at you with wide blue eyes as you attempted to wolf down a bowl of cereal. There were many things out of place in this picture—for one thing, he couldn’t quite fathom how a person could so wildly eat cheerios, your spoon constantly clanging against the sides of the bowl.

For another thing, it was rare that you were up this early on a Friday, even if it was a special occasion. He glanced at the clock opposite him, noting that it was only fifteen past nine in the morning.

The super soldier opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped short at the abrupt sound of your chair scraping its legs against the floor. You shot out of your seat to drop your wares in the sink before floating across the table, depositing yourself in Bucky Barnes’ lap.

Bucky eyed you with a smirk, still chewing his breakfast while you placed your hands around his neck. You stared at him with doe eyes, batting your lashes heavily. “You need somethin’ darlin?” he questioned you, the tips of his lips curving into a smile despite the pointed look he was trying to give.

“Uhhhhh hurry up!” You bounced impatiently on his thigh, squirming around as you started to slip. “I’m only at twenty-seven!”

“Twenty-seven what?” For a quick moment, everything you could have possibly meant flashed into Steve’s mind, some of them not exactly what he wanted to think about over his first meal. With a quirked eyebrow he looked at the close couple, searching their faces for an explanation.

“I’m trying to mmm-” Your voice was cut off when your boyfriend shoved toast into your mouth, the jam smearing across your lips and making it sticky. Smugly, Bucky returned his attention to Steve, who watched on with a bewildered expression.

“She’s attempting to give me one hundred kisses today.” His voice was laced with mirth, a silly smile plastered onto his lips that juxtaposed his usual expression. Steve laughed, understanding your restless behavior.

“Did she give you ninety-nine last year?” Steve asked, very amused by the challenge, but also grateful. While your idea was strange, he found it sweet and affectionate; just the type of love Bucky needed after years of solitude.

“He hid his birthday from me last year, and now he has to pay for it!” you accused, poking your finger into his chest. “Besides, one hundred is a special milestone! Much more so than ninety-nine.”

“Most people don’t make it to ninety-nine,” Bucky pointed out, prodding your cheek with the end of his fork. You could see him fighting the urge to cave into your demands, hiding his grin with a cup of coffee. His eyes seemed to shimmer, much like they did when Steve brought him to the tower for the first time.

It felt like so many years ago that you’d met Bucky, a cautious, broken thing with eyes like glass. You didn’t think you’d ever get to see him so comfortable, so relaxed, so human. It made your heart swell, more so than the kisses ever could.

“Well then, even less people make it to one hundred. I’m glad you’re one of them,” your smile softened as you placed a kiss to his temple, his eyes closing in reverence. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, placing his head against yours.

“I’m glad you’re here with me. You too, punk,” the brunette’s eyes picked up to Steve’s, narrowing playfully. “I see you over there.”

With a grin, Steve held up his hands in a placating gesture. “Who me? I’m not doing a thing. Just watching my best friend be totally disgusting with his girlfriend.” He was shaking now, wiping a tear away from his eye as his laughter continued.

“I guess there’s some things one hundred years can’t change”

1:34 pm

“Fifty three…fifty four…fifty five…fifty six,” You were on a roll, having placing your lips back and forth against Bucky’s for a few solid minutes. You were getting fast, knowing that at some point he would grow impatient of sitting on the couch for such small pecks.

He hadn’t complained yet, a satisfied smile growing even wider as the other occupants of the room stared in horror while you repeatedly kissed Bucky, counting in between. Sam mimicked retching, his acting turning into an actual couching fit.

“Jesus Y/N, aren’t you tired? And I don’t just mean from having to look at Barnes in the first place.” His voice made you stop, turning to face the man with a weak glare. Wariness showed on your face, emphasized by your off-guard expression and swollen lips.

“Could you please be nice to him for like, one day out of the year? Actually two; Christmas is a good time to lay off him too.”

“Could you two maybe get a room? We’re trying to watch quality entertainment, not whatever gross thing you guys are doing,” Clint groaned, eyes still glued to the television. Tony and Sam agreed with a round of complaints, the entire room beginning to get rowdy.

“Why are we even watching this? It’s March Madness, turn on ESPN!”

“Um, the Joffrey Ballet is performing Romeo and Juliet and I’m missing it.”

“Would you guys mind if we put on Star Trek?”

“Fuck Next Generation, Brucey. Someone hand me the remote or put on How I Met Your Mother.”

All of a sudden the T.V went blank, the remote clanging to floor as you dropped it with your powers. The room was suddenly silent, no one daring to make a move as your eyes returned to normal.

“I was here first, and I say you’re all watching T.V. in another room,” Your voice became dangerously low, scarring the others to scamper out of their seats without any complaints. There were small apologies being thrown at you, mostly muttered from Clint and Tony. (“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t use your powers!”)

You smiled until a pair of lips were pressed firmly to yours, a much longer, heated kiss that stole your breath and your thoughts. Bucky had grabbed your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap once again.

“Sixty,” he reminded you, voice low as though he was sharing a secret. You blinked, forgetting what the numbers were for in the first place. He had that effect on you.

He smiled, a little embarrassed, but hugged you closer all the same. “I wanted to give you one. That was pretty hot.”  

6:28 pm

“What number are you guys on now?”

Natasha lazily swirled her spoon in her tea, head propped on her fist as she sent a smirk towards you and Bucky. By some miracle you weren’t completely smothering him, the two of you eating like normal people at the dinner table.

“Eighty-six. I’ve been spreading them out, he likes it better that way.” You beamed at him, unaware of his blushing state. Nat, however, noticed this right away, wiggling her brows to gain his attention.

“I’m sure that’s not the only thing he likes spread out,” she winked, and immediately after Bucky placed his head in his hands. A chorus of feminine cackles erupted, making his face even hotter.

“Bucky, please,” you wheezed out, holding a hand to your stomach. You gave his back a little rub, coaxing him out of his flushed state. “What are you acting all shy about, baby?” you teased him, the two of you calling him “ladies man” and “lover boy”, harping back to the stories Steve used to tell about him.

Bucky slowly lifted his head, hands still covering his face. “You know, I thought today was going to be more embarrassing for you than for me. How could I be so wrong?”

You rolled your eyes as his antics, prying his hands away. “C’mon Buckaroo,” you joked, trying to use as many dumb nickname as you could to calm him down. “We’re only teasing.”

“Relentlessly,” he added, and you scoffed, placing your hands on your hips.

“You’re one to talk about relentless! Do you want a list of all the times you’ve taunted me! You did that to me this morning!” Bucky peeked at you through his fingers, catching the frown etched on your face. “It’s only fair!”

“Sorry, don’t recall,” he muttered, getting up from his seat and walking away from you. You sputtered, standing quickly and bumping your thighs against the table.

“Hey!” he was starting to run now, even with very limited space. His back was retreating faster down the elevator corridor, and you picked up speed, getting a running start off the ground before you flew towards him.

“I can fly faster than you can run, Barnes!” you called after him, eyes glowing as you shot forward. Bucky suddenly turned, arms wide open, ready to catch you with a solid stance. You tried to slow down, but you were hurdling toward him like a comet. The force of your collision sent him skidding backwards, his feet tripping over themselves to regain a sense of balance.

You ended up twirling like a top, his arms wrapped around you as you spun into the elevator. Your giggles turned into a hiccups, only to be silenced by a kiss. A deep and slow one, melding your mouths together and ultimately grounding you. Any dizziness that persisted afterwards was not from being spun, but rather from the kiss that had you seeing stars.

“Eighty-seven,” you counted proudly, without a single hiccup.

10:04 pm

Ten o’ clock wasn’t late by any means, but it had been a long day.

There had been something of a party in the common room since seven; a small gathering that consisted of the Avengers, and a few other agents Bucky knew well. Tony had promised it wouldn’t be anything he wasn’t comfortable with, and that if he wanted the celebration over, he could have it.

Tony kept his word. Even though Bucky had been having fun, he realized that while he was busy catching up with Thor and Scott Lang, Y/N had hardly been by his side. Perhaps it was the suddenness of it all, but he felt immensely detached, gazing at her from across the room with longing looks.

You were quite adept at deciphering Bucky’s looks, even from far away. He’d given you this long stare, his baby blue hues so cloudy and dull, reason enough to saunter over to him and press a quick kiss to his lips.

“You okay?” you asked him, concerned that he wasn’t having fun. He didn’t seem to suggest the idea, but you could tell that something was bothering him. The first two times you did it, he shook his head and granted you a small smile.

The third time was different. By the third kiss you felt his restless energy, his hands cupping both your cheeks, seeking some sort of outlet. You held his hands, looking straight into his eyes.

“Bucky,” you paused, making sure he was hearing you. “Bucky are you alright?”

He was beginning to nod, his hair falling into his eyes as he bowed his head, but his chin never came back up. “I’m fine, I just,” he sounded strained, his voice thick with some emotion you couldn’t quite place. “How many left?”

“Ten,” you told him, rubbing the pads of your thumbs over his hands. “Just ten more.”

He licked his lips, grabbing onto your wrist loosely and pulling you away. “I want to go.” He was using short sentences, his speech rushed and shoulders tense.  Today had been long, and social events tended to tire him out quicker than anything else.

“Okay baby, you stay right there, I’ll tell Tony.” You gave him a smile that was forced, the façade vanishing when you turned away from it. You nearly jogged to reach Tony, explaining the situation as best you could, despite not understanding it yourself.

He was good about it. Tony didn’t make a scene, he just waved graciously with a small smile. Bucky returned it, and suddenly the whole room was raising a glass in his leave.

“Happy Birthday, Buck! Hope you had fun.” Steve’s strong voice was wistful, but his smile was not at all sad. Bucky gave a salute, relief seeping back into him as you two looped arms, turning your backs to the avengers.

“You sure you’re okay?” It was simply precautionary, your worry fading when he gave a genuine smile.

“I’m fine, doll face. Just wanted to cash in those last ten kisses in private.”

 11:15 pm

He was smooth, in almost everything he did. It was scary, sometimes, how he could surprise you like that. Bucky appeared so sharp, so bent and twisted sometimes that you were always taken aback by how careful and soft he treated you.

His hands slowly went up your side, bunching the soft cotton of your pajamas impatiently. When he detached himself, his burning blue eyes looked straight at you, lips parted but unmoving, the question unspoken between you two.

“Ninety-eight,” you replied, breathing heavily against his lips, your foreheads touching. He’d been playing this game since he’d gotten you alone, taking charge of the gift you were supposed to give him. He rolled his hips under yours, nails digging into your sides almost painfully as he angled his mouth down for another go.

Suddenly his pursed lips met the pads of your fingers. He blinked, watching as you sat back on your knees, taking his wrists into your hands.

“This is my gift. You can’t take control of it, that makes it yours.” You felt like you were pouting, crossing your arms to convey your annoyance, even it if was acute.

Bucky laughed until he realized you were serious. “What? Darling, come on,” he persuaded, lifting up your chin. “It is for me.”

“Yeah, but it’s, I’m,” you struggled to form your thought into a coherent statement, one that would make sense. “I’m giving you one hundred kisses, in my time. You can’t cash them all in like a rain check.”

That seemed to do the trick, your boyfriend leaning back on his elbows, looking at you with raised brows. “Well when you put it like that,” he drawled, and you used your strength to push him down onto his back.

“When I put it like that,” you mocked him, landing on your side next to him. You grazed your finger across his jaw, tracing the outline down his neck and collarbone. His skin was hot to the touch, but shivers wracked his spine when your nails scratched under his chin. He was eager, hands twitching to touch you. You laughed at his restraint, cupping your hands to his cheeks and giving him a soft, tender kiss that lasted but a minute.

You didn’t need to say it out loud; you both understand that this was the last of them, the final kiss to mark his birthday. He smiled as he shifted to mirror your body, arms snaking around your neck. He wanted so desperately to say something, but before he could even think about it, your lips placed a small peck to his.

“One hundred! Happy Birthday, Bucky!” you grinned sneakily, and he grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap. You laughed at his expression, the fleeting anger that bubbling under his shock.

“What? That so does not count!” he yelled, feeling cheated. He pulled your wrists to bring your closer, so close that your chests touched and your eyes were solely focused on each other. You still stifled some giggles back, and Bucky finally sighed, resigned to the fact that, no matter how devious it was, you’d kept your promise.

“You’re forgetting something,” your chirpy voice reminded him, and he grumbled a quick response before you placed your hands on his chest. You captured his attention a mere moment before you captured his lips, this time in a kiss that mattered.

It started slow and hesitant, as though you were testing unsteady waters. Soon it became deeper, those hovering hands now fully immersed in his hair, tugging at the roots with just enough pull to spur him on further.

Bucky placed his hands on your hips, slowly sitting himself up, never breaking contact. He placed you back down onto the bed, his weight pressing against yours. Your resolve broke, that earlier statement off the table as Bucky guided you onto your back, trapping you between his arms. Your head pressed into the mattress, your body sinking as your breath was stolen from you, Bucky’s chest flush against you.

When the need for air became too hard to ignore, Bucky pulled back, a questioning glance on his face. “Pretty sure I’m not one hundred and one,” he inquired, and you smiled.

“One for good luck.” Your answer made him break out into a grin, one so contagious you nearly forgot about everything else. He slowly leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips, a good and quick thing that conveyed everything it needed to.

“I don’t need luck when I’ve got you.”

“The Korean War broke out, and I fled down from North Korea during the January Fourth Retreat. At the time I was only fifteen, but I remember everything. I had lived in Kaesong, and soldiers used to come from the south and spend the day there, leaving in the evening. I asked them to help me and crossed the river by boat. There were so many people fleeing from our neighborhood then. My mother thought we might return to our home so she put our household goods in pots and buried them under a wall. Since I was young and I got in her way, she told me, ‘Hurry up and follow the soldiers out of here, I’ll leave tomorrow’, so I followed the soldiers and escaped first. I thought that she would definitely come the next day, but everything turned into chaos overnight. In just one day. The next morning, as the soldiers tried to return to Kaesong, the enemy troops had already come down and were stationed there. The two sides turned their guns on each other and kept shooting, and our troops couldn’t get back into the city. They retreated. My mother couldn’t escape. I couldn’t go anywhere alone and probably spent about a month crying every day as I stared across the river at my home. It’s close from there— Even now, if you go up Gwanak Mountain, Kaesong can be seen on a clear day, the opposite side is visible… But now, it’s a place that I cannot return to. I got married and had children and lived my whole life like that, and now I’m 80. I wonder, if my mother had lived to 80, at what age would she have passed away….”

“6.25전쟁 터지고나서 1.4후퇴 때 이북에서 피난 내려왔어. 그때가 열 다섯 살인데, 다 기억이 나. 나 살던 개성에도 남쪽에서 군인들이 와서 하루종일 있다가 저녁에 가고 그랬거든. 그 군인들한테 부탁해서 배타고 강을 건너 나오는 거야. 그 때 동네에 피난 나가는 사람들이 많았거든. 엄마는 다시 집에 돌아올지 모른다고 살림들을 항아리에 집어 넣어 담 밑에 파묻으셨는데 어린 나는 걸리적거리니 ‘너는 얼른 군인들 따라서 나가라, 나는 내일 나간다’ 그래서 난 군인들 따라 먼저 나왔지. 그러니 당연히 내일 되면 올 줄 알았는데, 밤새 뒤집혔어, 하루만에. 다음 날 아침에 군인들이 개성으로 들어가려고 하니까 적군들이 이미 내려와 주둔해있던 거야. 서로 총을 마주 쏘다가 아군은 결국 못 들어가고 후퇴했지. 그렇게 엄마는 못 나왔어. 나는 혼자 어디 가지도 못하고, 맨날 강 건너에 집만 쳐다보고 울고 있었던게 아마 한달 쯤 될꺼야. 거기가 가까워. 지금도 관악산에 올라가면 맑은 날엔 개성이 다 보여. 그렇게 마주 건너보이던데를… 이제는 다신 돌아갈 수 없는 곳이고. 시집와서 아이들 낳고 그렇게 한평생을 살았더니 내 나이가 80이 됐네. 우리 엄마는 80이나 살으셨을려나, 몇 살이나 살고 돌아가셨는지…”

Release (Blurb)

Letting horny Harold tug u into a supply closet and Giving Harry a blowjob right before he goes on stage 


“Five minutes, baby. Please?”

“Harry, no! There’s only fifteen minutes before you need to be on stage. We’ve had quickies before but I don’t think we’re that fast. At least not enough to start, finish and get you cleaned up again before someone is banging on your door and telling you to get your ass on stage.”

“But I’m hard!” he whined, “Y’don’t want me to go on stage with a boner, do you?”

“I think that would be highly amusing, actually,” you giggled.

Harry frowned. “Very funny.”

“I’m sorry, love, but it’s your own fault. You wanted to take a shower with me earlier and you chose that time to start getting handsy, even though you knew we wouldn’t have time to do anything about it.”

Harry pouted, walking over and pushing your hair away from your shoulder and placing a few kisses on your neck.

“Please?” he whispered again, “Please baby? I need you so bad.”

He started to grind his pelvis into your back and you could feel just how hard he was and you knew that it was not going to go away before the show unless you helped him out, so you decided to do just that; be a helping hand (and maybe a helping mouth).

You grabbed him by the hand and dragged him across the room into the coat closet, shutting the door behind you and pushing him up against the wall.

“Pull your pants down,” you instructed, “Hurry up.”

Harry smirked and did as you asked, fingers fumbling with the button on his jeans before he slid them down to mid thigh. His cock was straining against his boxers and you quickly pulled it free, grasping the base in your hand and eliciting a hiss from Harry at the first movement of your hand up his shaft.

“You weren’t kidding,” you mused, “You really are hard.”

“Love, please,” he whined, sounding more and more desperate.

“Okay, baby. I’m here, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

You slid your hand slowly from base to tip, swiping your thumb over his slit and feeling his hips buck up. You leaned in and gave one tiny kitten lick to his tip and then covered his entire head with your mouth.

If you could have seen Harry’s facial expression, it probably would have made you just as wet as he was getting. His bottom lip was between his teeth and his eyes were dark with desire as he watched you swallow his length and saw the head of his cock probing at the inside of your cheek.

You swallowed around him and he let out a groan.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby. Do that again.“

You swallowed around him once more and then started moving your mouth up and down his cock, stopping at the top each time to lick over his slit. Harry was having a hard time not bucking his hips up to meet your mouth, but he didn’t want to hurt you so he tried very hard to keep as still as possible.

You knew he was close when his breathing became more laboured and you could see the muscles of his stomach starting to clench with each pass of your tongue over his head.

“Baby…” he moaned, “Baby, m’close. D’you want me to go in your mouth?”

You nodded around his cock, popping off only for a second to look up at him with a seductive gaze.

“Cum for me, love,” you urged, “Cum in my mouth; wanna be your good girl and swallow it all for you.”

Harry felt himself slipping over the edge as soon as you put him back in your mouth and sucked, hard.

“Oh god, m’gonna cum,” he said, groaning loudly as you continued to suck him hard, jerking the base of his cock with your hand in the process.

You kept up your movements as you felt the first hot spurt of him hit the back of your throat. Harry had a hand on the top of your head, holding you in place, as he shot three more streams of cum into your mouth before things finally settled down and you felt him relax.

You pulled your mouth away and swallowed everything, triumphantly. Harry tucked himself back into his pants and pulled you up to give you a kiss, not caring about his taste on your lips.

“Thank you,” he breathed, “I’ll make sure I return the favor after the show.”
Why Some Video Games Are In Danger of Disappearing Forever
Years of neglect are eroding gaming history. Cartridges rot in garages, companies horde demos that they will never release, and obscure titles fade into the ether. Some games may even be lost forever.
By Heather Alexandra

The biggest threat to game preservation is the degradation of physical media.

Over time, game data and features literally die. Solid state media used in game cartridges naturally lose their electrical charge, and the ability to store any data. You might love Pokemon Gold and Silver but the internal battery on those carts only lasts about around fifteen years, maximum. You might boot it up to find that the in-game clock no longer works or that your save data is gone. Those are minor cases of lost data. Batteries and EPROMs also carry essential data and code. Eventually, many games will be unplayable.

On preserving video games.

what? what’s this?? i don’t know!! i was reading Haunted by TobiSterling on Ao3 and this just… happened! it was meant to be a simple sketch, i swear!

i’m only at chapter fifteen at the time of posting this, but i’m eagerly awaiting the next update. i’m really enjoying this au and think the ghost therapist theme is a nifty change from your generic coffee shop aus. many kudos to the author!!

(honestly I should do fanfic fanart more often, it’s quite fun)