or the distance to the doors

Small ghosts

Ghosts of memories, encoded in the smooth hollows of stone steps or the worn bannister by the locked door; the ashy spirits of burned letters; those of which nothing remains but the sound of footsteps; ghosts who sigh through the motion of trees; tiny squeaky mouseghosts that have gathered round the python’s cage at midnight; the lost ends of trains of thought, darting through into the distance like firefly-trails; the ghost of a chance; fish-ghosts that slap against the edges of dry wells; those of irreplaceable small objects, hanging around in the place where the objects aren’t; pebble-ghosts, indistinguishable from pebbles apart from when a sprained ankle results; poltergeists that have shrunk almost to nothing over the years, but which are still discernable because they are haunting a pot of glitter; those of souls obliterated but for a fingerbone in a box of trinkets and the ghost finger that follows behind; the ghosts of lost marbles; antghosts by the billions, trailing through food unseen, perpetually surprised that they cannot pick it up.

anonymous asked:

I find it great that you actually went for her and Frances and Chantal. Like I'm pretty sure she wanted that day to be about her art, her, Frances's art, and Frances. Not have all these MCR fan people show up just for Gee. I have friends who love Gee and really their main reason to go to her art show was to meet him. If I had the money to go Bitch you know I'm going for her, Frances, and Chantal and talking to them and not leaving without a hug from each of them. As creepy as it sounds.

Literally after so many people met Lindsey I saw them all bolt to the door Gerard was standing at and try to Not So Subtly just stand and wait for him ;( I was glued to Lindsey’s side the whole time though omg it was funny, I was following her around and taking pictures while still Keeping My Distance and she would look up and smile a few times and i was like ,, Mom D; I was so fucking excited to meet all of them though like,,, GOD i love them sm I can’t believe people still go to Lindsey’s events just to see her husband ,, why’s that still a thing 


“Why is she so upset?” Juniper asked eyes riveted on Cinnamon “she’s supposed to be my friend.”

“I don’t know hon” the girl tugged on her arm “we need to go. The police will be here soon.”

“Aren’t you worried about your boyfriend?” she asked still frozen to the floor.

“Of course I am” she laughed “but he’d want me to be gone when the police got here so I can bail him out later.” She guide Juniper towards the door “I’ll give you lift home if you’d like.”

“Ok” she nodded absently her attention still focused on Cinnamon. When the were outside she could hear the sirens of the approaching police in the distance. “What’s your name?” she asked following the girl to her orange two door Charger.

sapphiredragonprincess  asked:

Hello! Could you do AlMei for ✨, please? Thanks!

Thank you so much for the prompt.

Into The Distance

Mei walked into the kitchen. Frowning when she didn’t see Alphonse, she opened the back door. Just as she suspected, Alphonse was sitting on the door stoop, his eyes focused skyward. Mei leaned back against the doorframe and followed his gaze. The night sky was cloudless with a full moon and the stars were visible.


He looked over his shoulder and smiled at her. “I didn’t hear you.”

She sat down beside him and took his hand. He squeezed it, but his eyes drifted skyward again.

“You look thoughtful,” she said.

“I’m just wondering about what Brother and Winry are doing right now.”

“Bickering probably.”

She got the small smile she wanted.

“I like to imagine that they are looking at the same night sky right now.”

She leaned against his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around her.

“I find it hard to imagine Edward doing anything serene- like stargazing.”

Alphonse’s lip twitched. “Ever blunt, Mei.”

She sighed. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, but you’re wrong. Brother loves to look at the night sky. We used to try to name all the constellations. We even fought about it from time to time.”

Mei giggled. “And you always won.”

“Of course I did.”

“Boys - I’ll never understand you.”

“I sure hope not.”


Others have probably articulated this better, but I just really fucking love how Niall is breaking every rule in the book about what boy band members are supposed to do when they go solo. He talks with pride about One Direction’s music, what they achieved together, and the doors it has opened for him as a solo artist. Instead of distancing himself from 1D, he is telling new fans that they should be giving 1D’s music a listen, and avidly supporting his 1D bandmates in their solo projects. Instead of reinventing himself with a brand new image, he has seamlessly transitioned to solo stardom by keeping the focus on his music. He is proving that boy band members don’t have to disavow their past, whether implicitly or explicitly, to be successful as solo artists. And he is achieving solo success despite, or perhaps because of, that. All power to him.

The Institute has never been a home for Alec.

He’s been born into it, the cold cathedral walls of order and humility, the black and white reality. His childhood has been a soldier’s stance, his mother’s sharp tongue and discipline still ingrained into him to this very day. Between the blue-tinted corridors and occasional trips to Idris, his whole life has played out without his input, because the eldest child wears the heavy crown of responsibility.

His life has been endless hours of studies and twice as much time spent training, until breathing burned his lungs and his knuckles turned into a kaleidoscope of bruises beneath the shattered light in the colors of the stained glass windows. His childhood was never truly his own, instead it belonged to his parents, stern-faced and cutting cold, because ‘mistake’ was not a word he was allowed to speak.

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Dark Lovers

An AU Series

Character Pairing: Demon!Bucky x DemonKing!Steve x Female Reader

Word Count: 2912

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut. M/M/F threesome, oral (male and female receiving) fingering, sexual penetration, female ejaculation (squirting), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) and swearing. 

Request: can you write one where bucky and steve are demons and they fuck angel reader and she squirts and bucky goes “ well damn stevie look at this”  @apolla62200

A/N: Don’t judge me too harshly! This is my take on angels and demons! 

“I thought you’ve been told not to come to our neck of the woods angel face.”

You squared your shoulders and walked straight past Bucky. You heard his heavy boots turn to follow you.

“Defiance,” he said as he sucked in through his teeth. “I like it. I thought angels were supposed to be sweet and innocent. A bit on the submissive side.”

Glancing at him over your shoulder, you smirked, “Goes to show how dumb you demons are.”

Bucky lunged forward and grabbed your forearm roughly. He backed you against the nearest wall and pushed his big body against yours, pinning you in place. “Tread carefully angel, I’ll make it to where not even your precious God can save you.”

You quirked a brow at him as you chuckled, “Your first mistake is thinking that I need to be saved,” you pushed against his chest, backing him up a step. “Besides, your King summoned me here.”

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anonymous asked:

Maybe Dark!Annabeth fighting a child of the big three and she knows that defeating them with physical, raw power isn't possible, so she attacks mentally. She defeats them with words, something Annabeth constantly does throughout the books to her enemies. Making them so angry, distracted, and/or sad that they lose focus and she easily takes the victory.

Annabeth feels him coming before she sees him.

There’s a charge in the air. A gathering static that threatens to strike with every movement she makes, but never quite gets the guts to do so.

That’s Jason Grace for you. Son of Jupiter, chosen of Juno, and just a touch too soft to do what needs to be done. Oh sure, he’ll kill monsters if he needs to, but when the monsters are gods, his solution is to become a priest.

It’s about finding a compromise, he’d said. And making sure that we’re heard.

Annabeth’s finding there are better ways of making noise.

“You got here faster than I expected,” she remarks as he touches down in front of her. She’s perched on the crumbling remnants of a wall that’s thousands of years old. Some small, distant part of her regrets what is about to happen here, but not enough to change course.

“Your pattern’s getting old,” he says. His gladius is out and he holds it warily between them. Annabeth keeps her drakonbone sword at her side. “The others can hold Percy off long enough for me to stop what you’re doing.”

She raises her eyebrows. “You’re the only one coming?”

He tries to hide his grimace, but that’s the danger with fighting your friends. They can read you too well, and a smile curls over Annabeth’s mouth at the confirmation. She hops off the wall, landing lightly on the dirt.

“What made you think I’d be at Pompeii?”

Lightning crackles in the sky overhead, raising the small hairs at the back of her neck. He nods at the scaffolding in the distance, empty of workers this early in the morning. It’s a grim dawn, about to get darker.

“No tourists today. You might’ve turned against the gods, Annabeth, but you’re not a murderer.”

Isn’t she? Annabeth has lost count of the number of monsters she’s put in the ground (under the ground). How many demigods died in the war with Kronos? They bleed red the same as mortals, and her hands are as stained as anyone’s.

So are Jason’s, and irritation pricks at her face. She smooths it away with a cool smile, carefully tracking him as he starts to circle her. She has a certain amount of faith in Jason’s willingness to ‘save’ his friends, but she’s not an idiot.

“So I should start picking locations with people if I don’t want you to interfere, is that what you’re saying?”

“That’s obviously not what I’m saying.” His gaze flickers over the ruins stretching behind her. “So this is all rigged to blow, huh?”

“Leo does good work.”

He winces. He can play on whatever friendship the two of them might have had all he likes, but that betrayal is the real knife in the guts and they both know it. Annabeth coerces her expression into concern, the cogs of her brain turning the right muscles to give it the realism it needs. She takes a half step forward, and Jason doesn’t step away.

“He misses you, you know.” Her voice is a soft thing. Caring. “Misses both of you.”

“If he misses us so bad, he should come and see us.”

“You really think we’re going to be welcome at Camp after all this?

“You haven’t killed anyone.”

The yet sits between us, and it doesn’t matter anyway. The gods would be more likely to forgive her if she had killed someone. They could have murdered thousands of mortals and not been struck down, if they’d just done it far away from the last vestiges of godly power in this world.

Gaea had plotted to bring down Mt Olympus, and that’s definitely on Annabeth’s list. But she’s always been a methodical sort of girl, and divine power runs deep. Best to stamp out all traces of it, one relic at a time.

She sighs. “We don’t plan to. You know that.”

“You’re trying to kill the gods!” Lightning cracks again, closer now. It takes more strength than Annabeth wants to admit to to avoid reaching for her weapon.

“And how many times have they tried to kill us? At best they don’t give a shit, Jason, you know that.”

But he’s shaking his head. They’ve had this fight before, all of them, enough times that she could probably just record it for him to save energy. He’s long since stopped listening to sense, and she doesn’t bother with more than a cursory attempt to convince him.

“You’re too late for this one,” she says. “I’m proud of you for getting here before it blows, but you were right. It’s ready to go.”

His grip shifts on his sword. And - there’s something in his expression that prompts her to brace for an attack, because it’s not defeat. This time, she thinks. This time might be the one where I push too far.

It’s sad, sort of, but relief swamps that soon enough. It’s not that she wants to fight old friends, but it would make everything a lot simpler. To just be able to fight, without caring what happens to them anymore. To draw battlelines instead of blurring them

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he growls. “But even if the rest of your team is ready to destroy this place, they’ll stop once you’re a hostage.”

Annabeth laughs. It’s a miscalculation, but she can’t help herself. “The others might. But hell itself couldn’t keep Percy Jackson from me, Jason, and you’re no Tartarus.”

“I can deal with Percy.”

He can’t. She wonders idly if he knows that. Everyone’s aware of Percy’s power these days, but that’s what he’s like with her at his side. Jason, she suspects, still has a little too much optimism left about what Percy’s self control would be like without her. What it would be like if he even thought she was in danger.

“Right, well, that’ll be your mistake to live with.” She squints up at the sky, trying to judge her next play. Being a hostage would accelerate certain things that she’s not ready to set into motion just yet. Most of all, she doesn’t think that Percy is quite as ready to fight the others as she is.

Not yet.

“You made a miscalculation,” she said finally. “You always want to go for the biggest player, Jason. It’s one of your biggest weaknesses.”

“You can’t talk your way out of this, Annabeth.” His body moves, and she can almost trace the lines in the air, the familiar forms he’s about to slide into. “You’re coming back to Camp wth me.”

He lifts his blade, wreathed in lightning. She smells ozone on the air, the threat of violence wafting in behind it. She clasps her hands behind her back, and lays down her hand.

“Where’s Piper, Jason?”

Everything stops. Nature itself holds its breath as those too-blue eyes widen in sheer panic, before narrowing at her.

“Piper’s your friend. You wouldn’t hurt her.”

Annabeth waits. She doesn’t need to say anything. The silence between them does it for her. The even sound of her breathing. The shroud of absolute confidence holding her shoulders straight.

You are not going to take me, her body says, like it’s all a foregone conclusion.

“She can handle herself,” he tries again, and there’s the edge of desperation that she’s been waiting for. Enough to cloud his thinking. He might not think she’s a murderer, but there are other atrocities. Things she hasn’t held back from in the opening numbers of this new war.

“Against Percy?”

That’s a risk. Because they both know that Percy isn’t steady, isn’t stable, that his relationship with Piper had been tenuous at best and that without Annabeth there, his temper might just get away with him. Piper has her Charmspeak, but there are ways around everything if you have enough power.

It’s a risk, because Jason’s anger could always outweigh his fear. He could always take it out on her rather than fly off for Piper. Annabeth is confident in her ability to take him with a sword, but Jason comes with all those bonus add-ons that children of Athena just aren’t privy to.

So she gives him one last push. Just to make sure.

“Tartarus has so many doors,” she says softly. That same quiet concern from before, turned deadly now. “You know we found all of them, right Jason?”

He spits a curse, something in Latin about the gods and what he hopes they’ll do to her. She watches him leap into the sky, shading her eyes against the rising sun until he’s no more than a dot in the distance.

“You say that like they haven’t already done their worst,” she murmurs, before turning back to the ruins.

There’s work to be done.

anonymous asked:

(So I completely adore you and your blog) I was wondering what's the badge shot? And why use it special? You light up my life by the way

if you’re referring to “THAT SHIT WITH THE BADGE” mentioned in this post then buckle up friend, because the only thing I love more than the badge shot is talking about the badge shot!

The Badge Shot happens around half way through the Dean/Aaron pub scene (in 8.13 “Everybody Hates Hitler” just in case you’re not completely obsessed with this scene like I am) and it looks like this: 

that’s the entirety of the badge shot. the whole thing. but this scene is unbelievable and this shot is the crowning fucking glory.

how many times do you think Dean Winchester has flashed an FBI badge? hundreds of times? THOUSANDS??? and it’s never a Thing. sometimes we see it close up when he shoves it all up in someone’s face, but usually it’s just bish bash bosh badge, put it away, move on. but then there’s THIS, a shot which turns up in the middle of a scene in which Dean is hit on by a dude and DOES NOT SHOOT HIM DOWN.

so Aaron is being cute as shit and telling Dean he thought they had a little eye magic, shared a moment – and Dean realises what’s happening, sloooowly reaches out, pulls the badge towards himself, and closes it. and this stuck out to me from the minute I saw this episode at arse o’clock in the morning on a shitty jumpy livestream. I was WAITING for a gif of him closing his badge to show up. because it’s not just Dean closing a fake FBI badge. that fake FBI badge is Dean’s hunting persona. that fake FBI badge is hunting, full stop. it’s monsters and death and fucking Nazi necromancers but, most importantly, it’s LYING. it’s symbolic of Dean lying, putting on a front, being someone he’s not.

Dean closing that badge in the slowest, most deliberate way anyone has ever closed a badge is Dean consciously choosing to approach this as DEAN, not Agent Bolan (and don’t even get me started on that name choice). this is Dean realising he’s being hit on by a guy and choosing to be HONEST, choosing to be HIMSELF, and to not put on the hypermasculine alpha male hunter front that he usually falls back on.

if he’d just put the badge away — no muss, no fuss, no drawing attention to it — then it wouldn’t mean anything. without this shot, FBI Dean could have said “yeah okay, but no, no moment, this is a federal investigation”, shot Aaron down, left the pub and it would have been 100% believable. but we got this shot. we got Dean Winchester stuttering and blushing and fidgeting with his badge all the way through ”yeah okay, but no, no moment, this is a federal investigation” and the subsequent flirting, fluster, minor panicking, “oh my god what am I doing???”, foot-in-mouthing and bumping into tables is ALL DEAN.

and there’s nothing special about Dean being himself (he’s himself 90% of the time) except for the fact he could have been DONE with this conversation in 1/3 of the time if he’d just stuck to the script, but he CHOOSES NOT TO. it’s ALL ABOUT THE CHOOSING. it’s about Dean DECIDING TO STICK AROUND AND LET A DUDE FLIRT WITH HIM JUST TO SEE WHERE IT GOES. (and, arguably, if closing the badge so deliberately symbolises Dean being honest, but he keeps up the FBI cover then… I wonder… what he could be being honest about…)

if Aaron hadn’t back-pedalled after Dean’s reaction to “is that supposed to make you less interesting?” then you can fucking BET they would have ended up getting cute awkward drinks later and probably having a cute awkward makeout sesh in the car. I mean, if Aaron wasn’t actually tailing Dean and didn’t have a huge golem, but whatever.

(HONESTLY THOUGH, Dean’s reaction to “is that supposed to make you less interesting?” is surprise and poorly concealed interest, so of course Aaron is thinking “oh shit this wasn’t supposed to WORK” and aborts mission pronto and, seriously, Dean’s facial expressions are INCREDIBLE. you can literally SEE him thinking “oh god, what am I DOING, I actually almost WENT FOR THAT, get outta here, Winchester” and it’s superb. he even does one of those calming hand movement things. I can’t believe this scene is real.) 

and, I mean, everything is open to interpretation, but how you can read this as anything other than “Dean gets hit on by a cute guy and is really flattered and flustered and into it and decides to test the water re: burgeoning sexuality in a safe controlled environment and then gets cold feet” and still have it make sense is beyond me.

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nurseydex accidently meeting in a coffeeshop a few years after they break up

’“Holy shit!”

Derek ducks down behind the partition of the coffee bar.

“Shit? Shit! Wait – why shit?” Ginny ducks down behind the partition with him, peeking carefully around from their spot on the floor to scan the seating area.

“Who we hiding from, D?”

And thank Bittle for having Ginny with him. She’s the only person he knows besides maybe Chris who would actually hide out with him.

“My ex.”

“Ooh, yeah. Which one?”

And bless sweet Gin’s heart. They’d met in grad school post-Epic-Heartbreak. She can’t know that there’s only ever been one ex to break Derek’s chill.

“The one from Samwell.”

“Oh well, yeah, that I figured. No way you’d go ducking around corners for August or Victor. I meant, which one is he?”

And, huh, maybe she did know.

“Is it the buff blonde? Nah - he’s too buff. And blonde. What about tall, dark and hipster with the skateboard? Mmm - nah, that’d be too much hipster in one relationship.”

“I’m not a hipster.”

“You keep telling yourself that, bud. But maybe it’s….ooooooh. Please, please, please tell me it’s the redhead giving mad arm porn right now!”


“Daaaaamn, Derek.”

And yeah, while Will’s always been beautiful, his post-grad glow-up was undeniable.

He’d grown his hair out up top and actually styled it into something soft and modern. He’d clearly still been working out if the arm porn was any indication. And sweet Bittle he’d apparently been spending real time out in the southern California sun because his freckles were popping.

“You let him go? Shit. Alright. So, what’s the game plan here? We gonna try sneaking past? Or - I could cause a commotion and you can run out. Or –”

“You could actually pick up your ‘venti iced skinny hazelnut macchiato, sugar-free syrup, extra shot, light ice, no whip’ monstrosity and just come say hi.”

Will’s gorgeously freckled face peaks over the partition where he’s waving Derek’s order.

“Hi, Dexy.”

“I knew no one else actually ordered this thing.”

“Oh wow. He knows you, man.”

Did Derek say he loved Ginny?

“Dex, Ginny. Ginny, Dex.”

Derek watches as Will’s old guard goes up as he takes Ginny in. He gets it, she’s gorgeous: dark skin and darker hair, open smile, miles of leg visible even while they’re both crouched on the ground.

“Hi Dex, wow! This is incredibly awkward.” Ginny whirls as she gets up, trips a bit, as she tries to keep Dex in her line of sight. “So nice to meet you, though! Heard tons about you. Great things! Wonderful. I’m just gonna wait outside. Ok, bye!”

“She’s cute.”

And Derek can’t tell what that tone is trying to communicate, but he breathes deeply as he pushes himself to his feet. It may have been a few years, but he hasn’t completely forgotten how to do this.

“She is, and also in a pretty committed relationship with her library and law school, right now.”


“Will, we’re just friends.”

Who knew watching him blush would still send butterflies dancing in Derek’s gut.

“That’s not actually my business anymore. You’re not my – Gah. Do-over.”

Do-overs had become an essential part of their relationship: a way to keep conversations from devolving into a circle of blunders.

“What brings you out to Cali, Derek?”

“Uh, just one last hurrah! I, uh, I’ve got some pretty big deadlines coming up this fall, and yeah, just wanted a chance to get away before things get intense.”

“Intense? You’re writing!”

“Yeah. Found a publisher and everything.”

“Of course you would.”

“Alright, Mr. Tech-Wunderkind.”

“I’m just a programmer, Derek.”

“For Google.”

“Yeah, well.” And he does that Country-Boy hand to his neck thing as the sun flashes through the window behind him, and Derek’s heart does something complicated in his chest.

“Well it was good seeing you, Dex. I should, uh, catch up with Ginny, though, so uh, yeah. Thanks for grabbing my drink.”

With one last wave, Derek turns and exits the shop without doing anything embarassing like knocking over someone’s drink or stumbling over someone’s backpack.

Ginny bounces on the balls of her feet when he comes out.

“Wow, so he was definitely hot. Was that ok? Was he cool?”

“He is. It was. He was.”

“Cool, cool, cool.”

“Very chill.”


“Derek!” He turns and finds Will barrelling out the door behind  them.


“Stop calling me that.”

“What difference does it make what I –”

“I just – What’re the chances we just run into each other again. I don’t know. I just wanted to hear –”


Will looks like Derek feels. A little bit punch-drunk, a little bit hopeful.

“Come to dinner with me.”

“Oooh! Go to dinner with him!”


“It just seems like a good idea!” Her whisper-shout is equal parts adorable and unchill.


“Yeah, ok.”


“I’m just gonna go drop her off. Somewhere. Anywhere.”

“Alright, I’ll text you the location.”

Sitting across from Will again is just as intense as Derek remembers it.

Will’s intentional, direct, interested, challenging in a way that leaves Nursey both breathless and keyed up.

It’s like being at Samwell again and not at all. None of the impatience, much more understanding, and so much hope.

“What’re we doing, Will?”

Brown eyes twinkle at him mischievously. “Eating dinner, Derek.”


Will’s chuckle is warm and low and utterly devoid of anything defensive. Derek loves it.

“What do you want us to be doing?”

“It didn’t work out last time.”

“Yeah, but we were scared. And idiots.”

“We kinda were.”

“Me especially.”

“Will, no.”

“Derek, yes. I couldn’t see how you could possibly want me, especially when I wasn’t even there to remind you that I’m your favorite idiot to argue with. It drove me crazy to think about you with someon–”

The benefit of eating at the bar is not having a pesky table to stop you from cutting off dumb, beautiful, redheads ridiculousness with a long overdue kiss.

“I just wanted you.”

“I just want you, if that’s still an option.”

Definitely, still an option.”

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1. Permanent Fixture by linksofmemories

Derek is Scott’s older brother. Stiles is Scott’s best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

2. Baking My Way Into Your Heart by theSilence

Derek is an uptight college student, all work and no play. His carefully scheduled life is thrown kilter when his regular barista is replaced with someone new.

3. Strut on a Line, it’s Discord and Rhyme by xiaq

“Carry me,” Stiles says.


“But I’m injured.”

“You have a rash,” Derek says. “On your arm. Your feet work just fine.”


“No. You weigh almost as much as I do. And you ate a pound of chicken at lunch.”

“Well, yeah, but I pooped like an hour ago, so.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t play, you love me.”

I do, Derek thinks, relatively horrified. I really do.

4. Thrill (like white-hot wire) by raisesomehale

Stiles made the decision that Derek was his new best friend (and that he’ll one day marry him) the day he shared his dinosaur chicken nuggets with him.

5. Little Kid Crush by KuriKuri

“What’s your name?” Derek asks, wiping the last of the tears off the kid’s face with his sleeve.

“’tiles,” the kid mumbles, and Derek frowns, wondering if he heard correctly.

“Tiles?” Derek repeats.

“Stiles,” the kid repeats, pouting at Derek slightly, defiant even though his eyes are still puffy and red and his cheeks tear-stained.

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You getting caught having sex with one of them by the other members >.<

Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by softykook

“Baby you’re so beautiful” he purred as his hands roamed your behind, enjoy the view of you bent over for him.

“Jin…” you muttered, the feeling of his still inside you was too much torture to fandom

The man behind you chuckled as he felt your hips wigling against him, trying to get him to move

“You’re so demanding, kitten” he purred as he slowly pulled out of you, causing you to moan

Your eyes widen as Jin started thrusting into you, his member filling you up entirely. You felt your release roaming closer and closer, but right before you were about to beg for more, you both stopped.

“Hyung have you OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY.”

Your cheeks flamed up as you heard your boyfriend chuckling at Jimin’s intrusion

“I swear we’re going to ruin these boys” he chuckled before he moved slightly to get you back in the mood

Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by btspicsdaily

“Come here baby girl” Namjoon smirked as he pats his thigh, his back resting comfortably against your bed headboard

You crawled towards him slowly, reveling at how hungry his eyes seemed to you. As you straddled his naked body your hands reached for his cock, pumping it a few times before easing yourself on it. Namjoon’s hands grasped your ass as he started lifting you up and down enjoying the moans that left your mouth.

He watched you carefully as you tried to move quicker, his hands stopping you from doing so and he chuckled as you groaned in annoyance.

“Be patient baby” he smirked, but before he could start giving you what you wanted Taehyung opened the door

“Hey, Joon did you- FUCK.”

You stilled your moves on Namjoon, your eyes wild as you processed what just happened

“Joonie he saw me…” you muttered, embarrassment raging on your face

“Then I’ll just beat the memory out of him later baby girl” he groaned as he thirst into you roughly, trying to get you to forget it too

Min Yoongi

Originally posted by jiminwhyyougotnojams

“Yoongi please” you pleaded, your voice slightly muffled from you face being pressed against the couch’s cushion

“Please what bunny?” He smirked as his hands kneaded your ass

“I need you…”

Yoongi chuckled darkly as he pounded into you, stopping after just one thrust

“Ask again, baby…” he purred

“Yoongi please just fuck me already.”

And now he was all for it. As your boyfriend started pounding into you, you moaned loudly, your mind completely blocking out the sound of the front door opening

“Yoongi let’s play some vid- oh god.”

Your head whipped back to find Hoseok completely frozen in place. But Yoongi wasn’t having it, “HOBI I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU.”

You saw Hobi curse before he quickly closed the door, and a naked Yoongi going after him

Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by 94seokk

“Faster Hobi” you moaned as your head hung from the foot of your bed 

Hoseok smirked at your demands, his hips complying and bringing even louder moans from you. 

“Tell me what else baby” he smirked as he waited to hear your voice again 

“More…” you breathed

Hoseok always did that, he loved hearing you talk dirty to him, even though you were usually embarrassed about it. Having you say such lewd things during sex was one of his biggest turn ons, and he would never waste a second without asking for it. 

“More what princess?” 

But someone beat you to it. “We all know what Hoseok, can you just get over with it?” Yoongi shouted from outside your room 

As you cheeks flamed up, Hobi stilled inside you, a loud laugh coming from his mouth 

“Oh god (Y/N) I’m so sorry, this is just too funny” he exited your body to hold his stomach from his laughter

Park Jimin

Originally posted by dearvmon

“What was that?” he smirked as he looked down at you 

“More…” you moaned, only a little louder this time 

“Baby your moans are so hot” Jimin grunted as he thrust into you harder, earning, even more, moans from you. 

Jimin straightened his back, leading your leg to his shoulder so that he could pound into your in a different angle, but before he could even enjoy his dominating position further, the door burst open. 

“Minnie have you seen- Oh god I’m so sorry!” Jin closed the door as soon as he opened it, but in a flash Jimin was already away from your body, laying beside you with widened eyes 

“Use protection!” you could hear Jin shouting before his footsteps faded in the distance. 

You looked towards Jimin, your cheeks so red with embarrassment to you couldn’t even mutter a word 

“That was so embarrassing…” you boyfriend groaned as his eyes closed, earning a giggle from you

Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

“Come on baby, say it louder” Tae smirked as he watched you squirming under him, trying to hold in your moans 

You shook your head at his request. Although no one was home when you arrived you knew all too well how big the chances of one of the boys been home was. They were always walking in and out, but your boyfriend never seemed to care 

“Will I have to make you shout my name?” he purred in your ears as his chest leaned on your back, his hands holding your hips up to meet his 

Before you could even answer he thrust into you hard, earning a well-deserved moan from you. He smirked as he got what he wanted, his cock pounding into you as it erased all doubts from your mind. You closed your eyes from the pleasure, but as soon as you heard it your eyes were widening.

“Fuck you Taehyung!” Jungkook shouted from outside your door 

Taehuyng slapped your ass before gripping it tightly, bringing your hips to meet his thrust, making your eyes white with pleasure 

“Did I tell you to stop moaning?” he smirked

Jeon Jungkoon

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Jungkook pulled at your nipples, earning another moan from you. Your head rung back as you rocked your hips back and forth, your sloppy moves telling your boyfriend that you needed help. 

“Come on baby, you can do it” he purred as he watched you struggle to ride you 

“Kookie pleease” you pleaded, you were just too sensitive. 

As Jungkook’s hands met your ass a sense of relief flooded through you. You knew that he was about to help you, and it would feel amazing. But before he could even move your body, you both stopped. 

“Kook why are you so lou… Oh” Taehyung chuckled as he closed the door after a very rude interruption. 

But your burning cheeks didn’t find the situation funny. A sudden moan left your mouth as Jungkook thurst up into you. 

“Kookie… Taehyung saw-” you tried, your blush still prominent on your face 

“Focus on me bunny, I’m the one who’s cock you’re riding” he smirked as his hands pulled you down to meet his hips. 

Boys Like Him


A/N: Everything I write at the moment doesn’t turn out how I want, so I apologize in advance for this. 

Word count: 3,143

I had been on tour with Shawn for about a month now and though we’d been dating for almost a year, I had never tagged along his tours before nor had I ever really gone to one of his shows, so sitting on the floor of the hotel room and doing my homework was a rather big step for us. Bringing me along and sharing this part of him was a rather big step for us. 

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So This Is Love [1]


Summary: Y/N is heavily mistreated in her household. Prince Peter has to find a bride to become the queen of the kingdom.

AN: So this came to me while I was watching the cinematic masterpiece that is Cinderella (2015) and i literally love it so much so I got inspired to write this and yes this will be a series!!!!!  Yay!!!!!! 

Peter Parker x Reader

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

“May I have this dance?” His silky sweet voice rung in my ears. He offered his hand to me.

“You may.” I smiled at him. I gently took his larger hand and he immediately gripped it tight. He brought my hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. I blushed. He pulled me closer to him and held my waist. We danced to the sweet music around us. He guided me across the dancefloor while my gown swished around me.

The whole time we stared at each other, a certain glint in his eye. I rested my cheek against his shoulder, sighing in content. He placed a kiss to my temple and smiled widely. I could stay in this moment forever.


“Hmm?” I lifted my head from his shoulder.

“I love you.” My smile couldn’t get any wider.

“I love you too.”

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Before I Loved You || Peter Parker x Reader [Part 1]

Request: “Reader has been friends with Peter since before his parents died, making them childhood friends. She’s loved him for as long as she can remember and has always been there for him through thick and thin. But he starts to become distant with the whole hero thing, making her feel like she isn’t worth it anymore to him. After she sees him and Liz kiss at homecoming, she moves on to date someone but doesn’t realize Peter was actually going to tell her his secrets and ask her out.” -By Tumblr Anon

Title: Before I Loved You
Pairing: Peter Parker x (f)Reader!
Word Count: 2k+
Warning: Fluff, language, shy-stammering/blushing Peter Parker. Slight se.xual situations/dialogue. Angst? Future Homecoming Spoilers.
A/N: Reposting/Plagiarizing is not appreciated, reblog is fine. Wow I posted finally~ I really hope it came out I didn’t edit this one much. Thank you for reading ♡

This may become a 3-4 part series because it is pretty long, and I don’t usually go over 3k words with oneshots.

The day you and Peter met, all started down by the lazy river at the waterpark; a school field trip provided by Midtowns elementary and middle schools. He was the first to come up to you complimenting your Captain America hat, which lead onto a fangirling conversation between you.

“She your little girlfriend now? Look at this~ Puny Parker’s got a girlfriend!” Your moment was ruined though, of course, when some older kid came from behind Peter, just pushing him around, then flicking your hat off into the water“That’s enough!

When you had, had enough you pushed them into the pools river, satisfied they couldn’t get out because of the pools flow. After that, you had offered Peter your favorite gummy eraser of Iron Man to help cheer him up. And from then on, the two of you became good friends.

During the Stark Expo, you had gone with Peter and his parents. But everyone got separated when it ended up in crisis. Much to your surprise, when you had finally found Peter, he stood in front of one of the killer robots with the biggest toothy grin you had ever seen on him. Peter had told you he saw Iron Man, and of course you believed him.

“I stuck out my hand towards the robot?! And then it started pointing its gun at me, then out of nowhere, Iron Man takes it down from behind me! A-and, I was like Woahhhh! And then, then he was like… “Nice work kid.” That’s what he told me, Y/N, it was the coolest thing ever!”

You were Peter’s first kiss, and him yours. It was an accident of course. But when you two were in your last years of middle school, you had gone to a pool party, and the two of you were splashing waves at the other, just having a good time until he decided to try and impress you by jumping off the tall diving board… But ended up doing the world’s worst belly flop.

When he never came up you panicked and swam towards him while everyone laughed, only for him to pull you under. You guys laughed underwater until someone pushed your heads together purposely, making you share your first kiss. And that’s when you knew, you always loved him.

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Originally posted by peterparkerimagine

Summary: You missed the train home after school and you need to survive the long walk through the massive snowstorm coming your way.

A/N: this was not requested, but I just saw Homecoming and I needed this! This also means I can write for Peter Parker ;)

Pairing: Peter x reader

Warnings: Death thoughts, near death, blood (mention)

The bell rang signaling the school day’s end, and an overwhelming skid of sneakers burst out after the silence caused from the ring. You were walking in the full hallway, sliding between people and bags, watching your feet dodge papers discarded on the tiled floor. The entrance was backed up and you took a turn, heading towards the library for the decathlon meeting. As you neared the door, MJ was posting a simple white paper with scribbling in the center, assuming it was writing or a notice. She turned around and gave you a smile. You two were the black sheep in the decathlon team, for whatever unknown reason, and immediately formed a connection over the similarity.

“Meeting is canceled today, (Y/N). Sorry to burst your bubble. Have a good winter break!”

You nodded your head, taking a step forward and putting a hand on her shoulder. MJ rolled her eyes at the gesture, yet she brought her arm up to your elbow and patted it. She turned on her heel and walked the opposite way. You stood in the nearly abandoned hallway and listened to the eerie silence, your ears buzzing from lack of noise. A sudden breeze ran through your bones and gave you a chill. Then it hit you, the train was your only way home. You started walking backwards, turning, then sprinting as far as you possibly could to the doors. As you ran outside, a harsh slap to the face came from a gust of light sleet. You slipped slightly as you jumped down the steps and got to the gate that held you from entering the platform. In the distance, you could see the lights from the train fading beyond the snow fall. A slight groan escaped your already frosty lips, and you began your journey home.

The snow became thicker, wetter, and heavier the longer you treaded on. Your shoes filled with snow and water, sloshing around with every step. The snow was up to your ankles like a thick blanket, and it was hard to see the concrete underneath it. Your jacket wasn’t dense enough to keep your body head in, instead it was sizzling to the flakes landing on your shoulders. It dripped through your coat and shirt, bleeding down your back. You could feel how heavy your hair was, and it was weighing you down, mentally and physically. Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears, your lips were chapped and you could feel the flush on your cheeks. The sky turned a single white and you couldn’t see beyond dots and gusts. There was no difference between a fire hydrant and a corner store, as the snow was blocking all color and shadows from the seeing eye. 

You looked down at your shoes, losing feeling in your toes a long time ago. You needed to verify if you were still treading on. A thought carried you farther than you’d like. Would I die? Would my parents ever find me? I will never get to tell MJ how much she means to me. I will never build the Death Star with Ned or Peter. I would never get to tell Ned how much he’s helped me this past year. I would never tell Peter I loved him.

You looked up and saw a flash of red and blue through the white, and it disappeared faster than you’d like. It went to the sky rather through the blanket of cold. Suddenly, with a surge of energy, you took off into a run, waving your arms to the person who went missing.

“Hey! Hey over here! Can you help me, I’m lost! Please?”

You could barely lift your legs through the snow, and then, the white turned red. The black cement was in your vision, the snow began melting around the dry tar and then a small trickle of red poured through the water. Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears and it created a migraine the size of the snowstorm. A chill shook your body and you couldn’t help but convulse. Your muscles clenched and tore, a fire erupting from inside your core and it became comforting. Slowly rolling onto your back, the snow no longer felt torcherous.

Instead, the white of the sky turned brighter, the snow fading around your face and body. It shone like stars and glistened in the light. Your face was warm, and it brought a blush to your cheeks. You closed your eyes to relish the heat, to bask in the glory. You heard your name coming from around you, but it didn’t matter. You felt calm.

“Aunt May, Ned, I need your help! Please?!”

Peter Parker’s strained voice ran through the apartment in Queens, tears and sobs wracking his body. He was sprinting through the kitchen, the snow dripping off his suit. Aunt May and Ned ran from his room and gasped. May ran to the table, pushing things off and gestured Peter to set (Y/N) down. She turned to Ned, who was frozen in place, staring at his best friend bleeding out on their kitchen table.

“Ned, run to the bathroom and go behind the door, there is an emergency med kit! Sprint!”

It took Ned a moment to collect his thoughts, then he ran away to the bathroom. Peter was pacing around the room, hot tears trailing down his face. May placed her hand on your neck, and her head on your chest, listening. A grateful sigh escaped her lips and she pulled away. Ned ran back in, tossing May the kit. Peter ran to your side, holding your hand.

She tore the case open and grabbed a sterile wipe, cleaning the blood and wound to the best of her ability. She snatched gauze and pressed it hard onto the area, it turning from ivory to pink in mere seconds. May took medical tape and secured the gauze down on the edges. Ned put his hand on your head, the non-injured side, and gasped.

“How is she freezing and burning up?”

May looked at Peter and gestured to you, signaling him to pick you and follow her. Peter wiped his eyes and carefully put his hands under your legs and shoulders. You were limp like a ragdoll in his arms, and he felt terrified you would shatter like glass. May lit the fireplace and grabbed blankets and pillows from the couch and set them down on the floor, next to the flame. Peter placed you on the made bed and tucked you in. He turned to look at Ned and May.

“I’ll stay with her, you two can go to bed. I’ll wake you if anything happens.”

They reluctantly nodded their heads and walked to their rooms, Ned going to spend the night in Peter’s room. Peter turned back around and sat down next to you, curling up outside your blankets and watching your body illuminate by the red flames. His gloved hand was tracing shapes into your limp palm and he watched your steady, shallow breathing carefully.

part 2 {x}