over sized sunglasses

pool [class 1a] hcs

someone asked for swimming hcs a while ago so here we are (finally)

  • Aoyama Yuuga probably contours his non-existent abs.
  • Ashido Mina is the president of the Tanning Squad™. She is stocked with tanning lotion and oil, and is not playing games - this girl came here on a mission to leave looking like a sun goddess.
  • Asui Tsuyu is the girl that goes to the pool and wears the one-piece school swimsuit. Is a very good swimmer but has an inflatable tube around her the whole time.
  • Iida Tenya is the unofficial lifeguard. He purchased a whistle specifically for this event. Will reprimand you if you eat before you swim and do not follow proper aquatic ethics. He is also the only one that came here to actually swim.
  • Uraraka Ochako takes pool activities way too competitively. Was put on a time-out by Iida for being too aggressive during water polo.
  • Ojiro Mashirao “accidentally” hit Bakugou in the face during water polo. Wears over-sized sunglasses to hide the side-eye he gives to some of his classmates. 
  • Kaminari Denki is the guy that asks every single girl to put sun tan lotion on him. He is not as smooth as he thinks he is.
  • Kirishima Eijiro is also in the Tanning Squad™. Unfortunately, he fell asleep with a half-eaten doughnut on his stomach and has the tan-line to prove it.
  • Kouda Kouji brought inflatables, and chills out at the quieter end of the pool.
  • Satou Rikidou is that guy who wears a speedo that is just a hair too small. He is vice president of the Tanning Squad™.
  • Shouji Mezou brought his yoga mat. He came here with the intention of meditating on a warm summer day, but under-estimated the noise level of his classmates.
  • Jirou Kyouka is the phone DJ at this event. Had to tussle with Kaminari a few times after he attempted to play R. Kelly’s Bump N’ Grind.
  • Sero Hanta brought water guns. He snuck up on the Tanning Squad™ and shot each of them with water. He was almost killed by Ashido soon after.
  • Tokoyami Fumikage stays under the umbrella the entire time yet still applies sun tan lotion every 30 minutes.
  • Todoroki Shouto does not understand why girls keep walking up to him and talking to him. He is also at the receiving end of glares from some of his fellow male classmates and is confused by it.
  • Hagakure Tooru is the uncrowned champion in marco polo. Will defend this title until the very end.
  • Bakugou Katsuki is the guy who just chooses not to have fun for no reason. Like why is he standing in the deep end of the pool with a sour look on his face???
  • Midoriya Izuku low-key does not know how to swim and stays on an inflatable bed to avoid suspicion.
  • Mineta Minoru was purposefully not invited due to his perverted antics. 
  • Yaoyorozu Momo organized the whole event. Prepared a list of activities that no one actually followed.
Pancakes 🍽

Summary: All you know about Bucky Barnes is that he used to be the Winter Soldier and  he’s the shyest person you know. But as a severe injury forces you two closer together you discover there’s more Bucky Barnes than you originally thought.

Warnings: Mention of injury, James Dean, Shy Bucky.

Authors note: A while ago I didn’t know who James Dean was and looked him up…..y’all the spelling of ‘Dean’ is very important in finding the right person…..😂😂💀 

Thanks for hanging in with me ya’ll, feedback is really appreciated even if it’s just ‘You need to slow the pace’. 


You skid to a stop in the entrance to  the hallway, head whipping around frantically. You spot a few agents entering the meeting room, and Bucky Barnes leaning against a wall, nursing a cup of coffee. No Wanda. No Natasha. You groan. Not even Sam. You need someone else who will have your back. You scan the hallway again, locking in on Bucky. Or someone who can be manipulated….You stride towards Bucky, pushing your over-sized sunglasses up your nose. 

“Bucky!” You whisper-hiss. Bucky’s head whips around, his eyes widening slightly when he sees you. Here’s the thing. Bucky Barnes is shy. Really shy. Ever since Steve brought him in, about three years ago, he’s been mostly silent. It’s no wonder, considering all he’s been through. But slowly but surely he started to loosen up. He finished his intense therapy and his silence became less haunted, and more relaxed, and he started getting put on missions and attending team hangouts. Still, he only really talks to Steve and sometimes Sam, and desperately avoids confrontation and people in general. 

Bucky gives you a nod as you stop in front of him.

“Bucky, please I need your help.” You plead, giving him doe eyes, forgetting that you have sunglasses on.

“What can I do for you?” he says, deep voice quiet. You can already feel the fatigue blotting out the edges of your consciousness. Bucky always used to be helpful towards you in  meetings. He’d sit next to you and allow you to copy his notes and explain tactics that you didn’t get. But whenever you’d try to talk to him outside of meetings, he’d shut down. You rationalized that it was probably due to his shyness, but you couldn’t but to feel a little stung. So you started sitting with Wanda and Natasha and hadn’t spoken more than two words to Bucky in months. Still, you hope that maybe he can show you some of that kindness again

“Well….” Your mind scrambles as you think of a way to get Bucky to sympathize with you. You had been out until six this morning. it was now 7:50, and the mission briefing was going to start at eight. The stars had aligned and somehow all your four of your oldest, closest friends had been in town last night. So naturally you met up for dinner and then partied until the literal break of dawn.

“I have this group of my best friends-we’ve been friends since gradeschool- and normally we only get to see each other once a year, but unexpectedly we were all able to meet up last night so we did, and we just haven’t seen each other in so long…” You pause, smiling faintly remembering how you and your friends had climbed to the roof of one of the hotels that two of them were staying in and talked until the sun came up. “I lost track of time…you get that right?” You ask Bucky imploringly. He gives a tight smile. You continue “So I stayed out until six, and this meeting Bucky…..I’m not gonna make it…will you cover for me?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky says, dropping his head, hair falling in front of his face. You knew why, this mission coming up next month was going to be a big one 

“I already know I’m not going to be assigned on this mission in any capacity.” You hold out your hands. “Please Bucky, I’ll sit next you you, just give me a poke if Fury focuses in on me.”

You see the gears turning in Bucky’s head. You tentatively reach out and place a hand on his arm.

“Bucky…Please.”

Even in your half awake state you catch his ears flushing red. He turns his head.

“Okay,” he whispers.


You sit at the kitchen counter engrossed in a book, cup of tea by your side. Voices coming down the hall catch your attention, and Steve, Sam and Bucky, walk through the kitchen, Steve stopping and putting a bag of coffee in a cupboard. You see a flash of the bag’s logo.

“Hold on,” You call out, “You guys went to Sweet Cream?”

“Yeah,” Steve answers.

“That’s my favorite coffee shop!”

“Believe me, we know,” Sam chuckles. You tended you go on and on about how much you loved the pastries there.

“Did you happen to bring anything back?” you ask hopefully.

“No, sorry,” Steve says. And you let out a breath.

“It’s okay.” You glance at Sam, who holds up a small white box,  opens it, pulling out a loaded chocolate cupcake-one of Sweet Cream’s best creations- and bites into it while giving you a smile. He and Steve start to walk out of the kitchen.

“Oh come on, Sam,” you groan “Is this because I ate your Oreos?” Sam just winks at you, disappearing  around the corner. Damn. Now you really want something sweet. You turn towards your book trying to put the vision of pastries out of your head. You hear the sound of soft footsteps and look up to see Bucky awkwardly shuffling next to you. You give him a small smile and he places a box on the table.

“I thought you might like this” he says quietly. You open the box and are greeted with the sight of two of you favorite pastry. Your face breaks out in a grin and you look up to thank Bucky, but he’s gone.


Four months later you blearily creep into the kitchen, having stayed up late the night before. The whole team’s gone or injured. Steve and Bucky had gone on a mission that had ended badly two days ago. Apparently the base that they had been sent to take out had been waiting for those two in particular and had set a trap that had almost taken them down. They had managed to escape, however apparently the trap had involved a gas that impaired the super soldiers’ healing factor. The rest of the Avengers had then been sent to the base to destroy it and last you heard the medical staff was still trying to treat Bucky and Steve. You had just gotten back from a solo mission so you hadn’t been sent out with the rest of the team. You stop short as you spot a figure already at the counter. Bucky Barnes. He’s struggling to open a cereal box with just his metal arm. His other arm is encased in a cast, strapped to his chest in a sling. He looks up at you and you internally wince. The right side of his face is horribly bruised, eye a violent mottling of purple and red, swollen shut. It looks like his orbital bone is broken. Bucky quickly glances away, fumbling again with the flaps of the cereal box. You watch him for a moment before you call out.

“Need some help?” you come and stand next to the counter. He gives a quick shake of his head ‘no’, not meeting your eyes and continues to struggle with the box. It’s a new one, and without a second arm to steady the box, you can tell he won’t be able to get it open without ripping it. And he’s trying so hard not to rip it, you can tell. Your heart aches a bit as you take note of the other bruises peaking out from his collar. You remember the cupcake he gave you, all those months ago.

“Well, I’m gonna make some pancakes.” You declare, moving to the cabinets and pulling out pans. “You want some? Should be better than that nasty wheat and bran,” You eye the cereal box. There’s a long pause.

“Okay,” He says, putting the cereal box back and taking a seat at the counter. You start pulling out the ingredients for the pancakes. 

“You want anything in yours? Blueberries, chocolate chips?”

“No.” He says quietly. “I just put butter.”

“So old fashioned.” you tease. Bucky ducks his head, but you see a small smile on his lips. It’s strange to see him like this, broken and bruised. You’ve seen him injured of course, but with his enhanced healing factor Bucky’s injuries are already half healed by the time mission’s over. He looks vulnerable and it’s kind of unsettling, compared to his normal intimidating stature.

You spoon pale yellow batter onto the pan, watching it spread into a perfect circle. You turn back towards Bucky, catching his good eye darting away from your form as you do so. You grasp at a way to make conversation.

“Where’d you get the name Bucky from, anyway?” You blurt out.

“It’s from my middle name, Buchanan.” He answers, and you snort. You never thought Bucky’s middle name would be so dorky. Bucky ducks his head.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that you don’t look like a Buchanan.” you smile, and turn to flip the pancake.

There’s a moment of silence and then you hear Bucky’s voice from behind you “What exactly do I look like then” You turn, surveying him.

“Hmmm, I don’t know, it’s just that Buchanan sounds like the name of the teacher’s pet….” you pause, thinking “James fits you though….. more like the class bad boy,”

“Bad boy?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrow

“Yeah, but in a classic teen movie way….you’re like the James Dean type.”

“James Dean….” Bucky’s eyebrow furrow even more. You’re about to reply, but the smell of burning pancake distracts you.

“Damn” you curse, throwing away the burnt pancake. “I really need to acknowledge my limits.” You mutter, pouring a fresh scoop of batter into the pan, praying to the pancake gods that this one will survive. Behind you, you hear the sound of a low, warm chuckle.


The next morning you encounter Bucky in the kitchen, struggling again.

“How do you feel about waffles?” You ask, eyeing the waffle maker “With bacon?”

Bucky turns to look at you. His injuries still look just as bad as yesterday. Your feel a twinge in your heart. From what you’ve heard Steve’s still in the med bay.

“Shouldn’t I be making you breakfast today?” He glances at you and quickly looks away. You give a dismissive wave of your hand.

“No don’t worry about it.” You pause, knowing Bucky probably doesn’t like feeling pitied “I’m gonna use you to test out new waffle recipes.”

“I don’t know if I should be scared.” His lips turn up at the corners.

“Don’t worry, my waffle making skills are much better than my pancake making ones.”

You start to talk as you make the waffles and fry the bacon. You realize you’ve never had a full conversation with Bucky. He’s still pretty quiet, but seems to be warming up to you. You don’t know why this realization makes you feel happy.


The next three mornings proceed in much of the same way. You even make lunch for him on the third day. Bucky’s system is having a very hard time flushing out the components that are stopping his healing factor. Apparently Dr.Cho said that Bucky and Steve should regain their accelerated regenerative abilities once the components flushed out, but there’s no telling how long that process will take. The team’s still gone, and you start to find yourself seeking out Bucky outside of your breakfast interactions, and he doesn’t seem to mind your company. Currently, you two are engaged in a hotly competitive game of checkers. You squint at the board, Bucky’s already captured three of your checkers and you’ve only got one of his.

“How’s Steve?” You ask, moving your piece “I haven’t seen him the past couple of days.”

For some reason Bucky looks sheepish “He’s fine….just resting,” You make a sympathetic noise. If you had been badly injured fighting off 50 enemy agents you’d probably be holing yourself up in your room too. Bucky moves a checker, and you know in two moves he’ll have captured another one of yours. You look harder at the board, trying to think of a new strategy.

“I-uh- I looked up that James Dean guy ” Bucky says.

“Oh really?” You don’t look up from the board.

“Didn’t know ya thought of me as that kind of guy, angel,” At the word ‘angel’, your head whips up and heat fills your face.

“Uh-what?” you stammer failing to hide the fact that he flustered you. Bucky smiles at you and you start to wonder how someone can look so attractive with a black eye and broken arm.

“My ma always said I was a shameless fornicator with the way I was chasing skirts, but I never thought I was ta the level of a film star.” Despite his devilish smirk you can see color rising in his stubbly cheeks. You stare at him, brow furrowed, utterly confused. Then his words go through your head again, and something clicks.

Oh my god” You screech “No- I meant James Dean,  D-e-a-n, not James Deen D-e-e-n” You run your hands down your face, embarrassed.

Bucky laughs, a full loud one, and you realize you’ve never heard him really laugh and you think his laugh is beautiful. You move your checker. And glance up at Bucky.

 “So you were a skirt chaser, huh?” You smirk at him.

 “Uh yeah,-kinda” he clears his throat “Back then when I  took a shine to a dame I was relentless,in  pursuing her, ya know” He looks shy again.

“Oh really?” you giggle

 “Uh yeah, one time I parked myself under a girl’s window and serenaded her every night for a week. It worked ‘til her pa came out swinging with a baseball bat.”

You crack up, laughing until your stomach cramps. Bucky moves another checker, and you wipe away the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes.

“So you taken a ‘shine’ to any ‘dames’ lately?” you move your piece.

“No” Bucky says, but then pauses, eyes darting away from yours “I mean there is one….”  Your stomach dips slightly, but you ignore it.

“Ooooh” You tease, and Bucky blushes a bright red.

“Yeah well she hasn’t really given me the time of day,” He looks down at his lap. “But can you really blame ‘er?”

“Bucky don’t say that,” You exclaim, heart clenching, You raise up a finger “Just woo her with food, girl’s love food!”

“I’ve already tried that….she just doesn’t seem to, uh, see me in that way,” He mumbles turning even darker red.

You reach over the checker board and grab Bucky’s metal hand, giving it a squeeze. He looks startled at first, but then gingerly wraps his fingers around yours.

“Hey, you win some, you lose some, there’s plenty of fish in the sea,” you soothe He looks up at you, one eye puffy and swollen, the other filled with thinly veiled hurt. Cool metal fingers squeeze yours.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,”


You continue you spend time with Bucky in and out of the kitchen the rest of the week and into the next. The team comes back, and by Monday the swelling in his eye has almost completely gone down and his bruises have faded. His arm is still in the cast though, and you know once he gets it off and won’t need help cooking anymore, you two probably won’t spend much time together . This makes you feel sad. As he’s opened up you’ve discovered Bucky’s surprisingly sweet and kind and you enjoy spending time with him.

And as you’ve spent time with him you’ve also started to notice more and more how handsome he really is. Tall, built, with a sharp jawline and really soft looking lips….You shake your head slightly, averting your gaze from his lips. It’s Sunday night and you two had ordered copious amounts of  takeout and are having a movie marathon. You discovered Bucky had a thing for couponing when food that should have costed $70 had came out to less than $30. Steve and Sam had slid by under the pretense that they wanted to watch a movie with you two and had devoured two of your pizzas. You didn’t know what to make of the winks they had shot Bucky while exiting the room. You two were now debating what movie to watch next. As you listed off names you notice how Bucky keeps on brushing and blowing his hair out of his face. You pause in the middle of your list fixing him with a look.

“You should really consider french braiding your hair,” You say, gesturing towards him with your chopsticks.

“Two problems with that,angel, I don’t know how to french braid and I don’t have a second arm to do it with.” He raises his right arm, still in a sling and cast. You ignore how the word ‘angel’ makes your heart flutter, just like you’ve been ignoring the fact that he’s been calling you it more and more often over the past week.

“I can do it for you,” You say, setting down your lo mein. He starts to protest but you simply gesture for him to turn around, and get up to quickly grab a comb. You kneel on the couch behind him and as you brush out his hair you wonder how someone can have such thick, soft locks and try to ignore how good he smells,. Bucky’s hair is pretty long for an agent,  past his chin,  and is pretty tangled. As you gentle comb through it Bucky seems to slowly relax, almost melting into you.

“Tell me if i’m hurting you,” You say as you start to section his hair, and Bucky just makes a satisfied noise in response.You part his hair into neat small sections as you braid, and tie off the end with a hair tie. You can’t resist running your hands down the line of his broad shoulders before nudging one.

“Turn around and let me see the front.” He reluctantly pulls himself from you and faces you. You study the front of his hair. You did a pretty good job, you could have pulled the first sections tighter, put the braid looks good. Bucky looks good.

“So, how do I look?” He says giving you a hesitant smile.

“Very handsome,” You quip, smiling back, You turn your gaze towards the sides of the braid for  few seconds, and then back towards Bucky. His eyes are on your face, filled with an emotion you can’t read. He leans closer, and you feel like you’re drowning in his gaze. He says your name.

“Yes?” you whisper. His hand comes up, hesitantly, and strokes your face. Caressing, your cheek when you don’t flinch away.

“You’re very beautiful,” He says leaning even closer, so your noses are touching. You can’t even respond before he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. He’s hesitant, careful at first, as if you might push him away. But then you slide your hands up his chest and hook them around his neck and then his hand is on your waist, sliding down and stroking your hip as the kiss deepens. You feel like he’s devouring you and you love it. You run your hands down his back and moan when he nips at your bottom lip. Then he’s suddenly pulling away, and leaping off of the couch.

“I-I I’m sorry” He stammers out before fleeing the room, leaving you on the couch breathless, with you heart in your throat.

You go to bed, mind whirling. You can’t believe Bucky kissed you. And you liked it… a lot. You finally acknowledge the fact that you’ve been starting to have feelings for the man over the past two weeks. But then you remember how he ran out of the room and how he had said he had a thing for another girl. Your heart clenches as your realize that he probably doesn’t have feelings for you at all.


The next morning you wake up to insistent knocking on your door. You look at the clock next to your bedside and groan. It’s noon. ‘damn why’d I sleep in so late?’ you think, and then last night’s events come rushing back and you want nothing more than to crawl under your covers and sleep some more. But the knocking at your door doesn’t let up, so you pull yourself up and pad towards your door. You open the door and are greeting by the sight of Bucky Barnes, holding plates filled with waffles, pancakes, bacon, and hash browns.He looks frazzled, even though he’s dressed up, in a nice black button down with the sleeves rolled up and dark jeans. You notice his cast is gone and his hair is still in the french braid, which is terribly frizzy. Before you can say anything he speaks.

“I have a confession to make.” you raise an eyebrow and he continues. “My arm actually was fully healed on Wednesday.” You mind races and when you realize your heart clenches.

“So you were just using me for free meals.” You say flatly. His face drops in an expression of horror.

“No! no It’s not like that at all! I-ugh-I….” He stammers for a few seconds, trying to gather his thoughts before looking up and fixing you with a pleading gaze. He says your name softly. “I’ve carried a torch for you from the moment we first met. For the longest time I wanted nothing more than to call you mine.” He looks down at his shoes. “But I’m me, and you’re amazing….We didn’t taIk much. I just didn’t know how to approach you. So when you started helpin’ me with meals I thought maybe this was my chance to get close to ya…..”

“Then why’d you run away yesterday?” You question, voice soft.

“I didn’t mean to just kiss ya out of the blue like that. I ran because I was scared you’d reject me. I’m sorry, I know I just kinda pounced unexpectedly,.” He shuffles his feet. “I guess what I’m finally here to ask, is will you be my girl?”

You stare at him for a moment, before letting a slow smile form on your face.

“Alright, Bucky Barnes, I’ll be your girl.” His face breaks out into a broad grin, and he gives a whoop. You giggle, gingerly giving him a hug around the plates he’s balancing. You eye the food, the delicious aroma wafting up and making your stomach growl.

“This for me?”

“Yes ma’am” Bucky says giving you a grin “Figured I owe you a couple of meals.”

You tap your chin with your finger, pretending to think.

“Yeah I guess you owe me a couple of meals. And a couple of kisses too.”


Tagging

@stephie-senpai @ayeputita @pixierox101 @iamwarrenspeace @dreamgirljere  @chamongangae @callmebucky-doll  @ufffg

Petition for every NHL team to remake Charli XCX’s video Boys in the same format with their players.

The Bruins, for example, could have the following:

- Brad Marchand changing a baby’s diaper
- David Backes completely covered in puppies. Just… tons of puppies
- Brandon Carlo cooking scrambled eggs and eating them right out of the pan and dropping some on the floor while doing so
- Perfect Patrice pushing a pink lawn mower around and delicately wiping sweat off his forehead with his shirt
- Riley Nash sudsing up a car, getting said suds on his face, and giggling… preferably shirtless
- Torey Krug and Adam McQuaid feeding each other ice cream and trying not to laugh
- Pasta and Charlie McAvoy floating around in a pool in tubes that look like donuts with over sized sunglasses on

Anyways please feel free to add on for other players/teams

Dealings with a Devil (Part 24)

Dealings with a Devil (Part 24)

Reader X Darkiplier

You, Reader, have made a deal with what you believed to be a fantasized version of your favorite YouTuber’s alter ego, Darkiplier after he’d visited you in a dream. You believed Darkiplier to only exist in your dreams and on Markiplier’s YouTube channel, but by some impossible way he’s real and he intends on collecting on your debt to him.

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“Anti, take me home and give back my clothes.” you grumble trying to pretend you’re unhappy with this strange turn of events. You force your lips to maintain the scowl even as you want to smile and relax against the blanket spread out behind you. A cool breeze rushes across your bare stomach, tickling you just lightly.

“Beg me.” Anti responds leaning over you with his to wide grin on his face. You roll your eyes at his obvious enjoyment at your semi sour expression. Even he can see you’re enjoying his idea of a getaway.

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Pretty Man

KIM SEOKJIN WILL BE THE MEANS OF MY DESTRUCTION. 

Warnings: Smut, Language

As the saying goes, “I didn’t choose this life, this life chose me”. The same could be said for Kim Seokjin. His lifestyle wasn’t something he necessarily chose for himself. It chose him. Literally. He was handpicked by her, the one he owed his gratitude for changing his life like she did. Was it a coincidence? Or was it the universe playing its cosmic hand in his fate? He could recall the day that they met as if it happened yesterday, rather than two whole years ago.

It was the last day of July, and probably the hottest day of the entire year. The air was thick with the promise the rainstorm soon to come. A soft breeze whirled around him, carrying all of the early morning scents of his neighborhood. The sweet, sugary smell of the bakery next door to his apartment building was the first to greet him as he made his way down to the bus stop at the end of his street. The birds were chirping, the sun shining behind the graying clouds in the sky, and the semi-cool morning winds whipped his hair into his eyes as he walked. The bus stop was directly next to the traffic light, which awarded Seokjin ample opportunities to people watch. His favorite kind of people to watch were couples. More specifically, couples that argued. They were always so animated in their heated discussions, hands moving angrily as they each tried to get their point across. It made watching them that much more entertaining. He liked getting to the bus stop early enough that he’d have plenty of time to scope out the morning traffic and be low key invasive on their privacy as he waited for his bus to carry him off to work.

This morning was the same as any morning. Seokjin sat and waited, giggling occasionally to himself at different things he’d seen as he scanned the street with his curious gaze. The only difference to this particular summer morning was the sleek, black sedan that pulled up beside him. Judging by the body frame of the car, he guessed it was one of the more expensive Mercedes models. The windows were tinted enough that he couldn’t see inside the car. Furrowing his eyebrows in frustration, he moved his gaze away from the car and on to the intersection to watch the oncoming traffic. Cars where speeding by, most of which were probably going several miles above the speed limit, rushing off to work or wherever it was the drivers were in a hurry to get to. Seokjin shook his head in thought, people. Always rushing to somewhere.

The black car was still sitting idly beside him despite the fact that the light had turned green. There were no cars behind it, so he figured they were taking that time to reply to text messages or change the station on the radio. The back window rolled down, and a woman with dark, over sized sunglasses turned to him. Her deep red lips turned up into a seductive smile, baring her impossibly white teeth. For a moment, Seokjin was dazzled. He couldn’t see her whole face due to the glasses, but he could tell she was beautiful, as if she were cut out of a high fashion magazine. Or maybe even sent straight to Earth from some heavenly realm where only the most beautiful creatures resided. 

She spoke to her driver, saying something that Seokjin couldn’t hear, and then he watched as she opened the door, and stepped out of the car, removing her sunglasses. Seokjin’s breath caught in his throat as he looked her over. She really was beautiful. Her skin was the color of mocha with subtle golden undertones. She was dressed simply, in all black. A black button down shirt, tucked into the waist of a black pencil skirt, and black stiletto pumps graced her feet. It was as if all the sounds of the world around him fell away, and all he could hear was the sound of her heels clacking against the concrete as she approached him. The steady rhythm of her footsteps were in-tune with the beating of his heart. She was getting closer, and he was starting to panic. What did she want? Why was she coming to him? His eyes darted around him, trying to find something, anything that could possibly be the reason for her walking towards him. When he came up empty, it was already too late. She was situating herself next to him, the split in her skirt exposing her toned brown legs as she crossed them at the knee, her stiletto-clad foot catching his attention. “Are you waiting for something?” She asked him without looking at him. Her voice was husky, smoky even, and thick. Something about it appealed to him, sliding over him like the softest of velvet.The car she’d stepped out of drove away, leaving just the two of them at the bus stop. “Bus.” He whispered, breath coming out in a rush. 

She hummed thoughtfully at this and after a moment, extended her hand to him. Her nails were as red as her lipstick. Red and shiny. “Sarabi.” He chewed on it for a while, Sarabi. It had a nice ring to it. “Seokjin.” He introduced himself, shaking her hand. Her gaze was piercing, making him feel like she was stripping him bare of any kind of facade he might have tried to put up. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are, Seokjin?” Thrown, Seokjin shook his head. He had, though. He’d been spoken to countless times about his looks. But until now, it never seemed to resonate with him. She was gazing at him with such sincerity that he could only do one thing, believe her. Everything about this woman was dazzling, inviting. He didn’t want to let go of her hand, didn’t want to stop looking at her. She glanced away from him as her car pulled up beside them, standing and fixing her skirt. Turning, she held out her hand for him to take a second time, this time, an invitation rather than an introduction. “Ride with me.” 

That was two years ago. In two years, a lot can happen. You come into new knowledge, you mature as a person. Whether the changes are subtle or not so much so, the point is, you change. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worst. Seokjin liked to think he changed for the better. Becoming an amazing version of himself, and all thanks to her, Sarabi. She let him live his own life, but she also called on him often. And every time, he went running. Every time. They had a special bond. A bond that was unlike any he’d ever had. She’d told him once, that he was more special than the others. That he was the first one to make her feel something. At first, the others she referred to were unknown to him. He didn’t want to know either. He didn’t want to know how many had come before him, or what she meant by anything she said about them. That was, until the first time she fed on him. There was no words that could describe how he felt in the moments that she drank from him. He was afraid in the beginning. Afraid of what she was, afraid of what her existence meant for him, afraid of dying. But she was so gentle, so soothing, that he’d melted against her immediately, feeling the slight tug in his body as she sucked at his neck. She’d hold him tightly against her, lips on his skin, heat radiating from her in waves. And when she was finished, she’d slowly swipe her tongue against the tiny holes she’d made, sealing them. He’d shiver at the feeling, and she’d grin against him, climbing over him in a catlike fashion, speaking softly, seductively. Telling him that she loved him and that he was hers, and hers alone. He’d do anything for her, as she did for him. 

They were inseparable, and would be forever. That’s what she promised him. Forever. 

[to be continued]

Why Not?

Just a quick little ficlet (that I might lengthen? before I post on ao3) based on the prompt: Person A and B are best friends, always will be, and super close, so when someone asks them if they’re together, they just look at each other, shrug, and answer, “Yeah, why not?”




Bucky likes the people he works with, he really does. He’s only been working at the publishing house for six months, but they get on like a wildfire. Sam is all dry wit and snark and cleverness. Maria is dead serious until she leaves the office and loyal almost to a fault. Clint is goofy and sarcasm and always good for a laugh when you need one. And Natasha has this tough shell she wears, but underneath it she’s a huge dork and totally adorable.

They’ve gone out for drinks a few times after work and Bucky’s really gotten to know them. They’ve all been friends forever and it makes him feel good to know that they’ve accepted him into their group. It’s made the new job easier, having people he can talk to and knows he can go to if he has trouble. At his last job, everyone just kind of sat around silently working. It was really weird and tense and uncomfortable and made him feel like he couldn’t make mistakes or have questions.

So he’s not really sure why he hesitates when, early June, Steve suggests he invite them all to their traditional Fourth of July Steve Rogers Birthday Bash. It takes two weeks of near-constant prodding from his best friend and roommate before Bucky finally gives in with a sigh and a, “I’ll ask them tomorrow, okay? Geez.”

“Hey,” Bucky starts the next day once everyone’s settled in with their coffee for the morning, “you guys have any plans for the Fourth next month?”

A chorus of ‘no’s and shrugs is his reply, so he wrings his hands a little and tries his best to sound casual as he says, “Well, the Fourth is Stevie’s birthday and we always go out to this park and barbecue and stuff with some of our friends. It’s a whole day thing and there’s fireworks at night and it’s always a lot of fun. You guys could come, if you want. You don’t gotta get him a present or anything.”

He’s a little nervous, but the group bursts into excited chatter when he’s done, talking about outfits and who’s going to drive and relief floods his system as he promises to text them the details. Even if he does know Natasha and Maria will probably both find his Facebook and stalk Steve’s page now.

The day arrives and Steve is buzzing with excitement while nervous energy still thrums through Bucky’s veins. They get to the park early and are all set up by the time Peggy and Angie and Dum Dum and the rest start showing up. Bucky had specifically told his new friends to show up half an hour later than their old friends would be there.

All of Bucky’s work friends are carpooling together so they show up at once, carting bags of gifts that Bucky had insisted again they didn’t have to buy and two coolers with drinks and more food.

“Hey!” Bucky calls, slipping an arm from around Steve’s slim waist to wave, a huge grin on his face despite the nerves roiling in his stomach. He wants this to become a regular thing, for his new friends and his old friends to get along and hang out and while he’s relatively sure they will, really, a little fear is still there.

Without saying anything Steve slides from Bucky’s lap and onto the bench next to him, nudging him to get up and greet them properly.

“Hey man,” Sam says, pulling Bucky into a hug. “Turnout always this nice?”

“Every year,” Bucky laughs as Sam releases him, only to be pulled into Maria’s arms.

“Wait until you see the fireworks,” Morita chimes in.

Bucky finishes exchanging pleasantries and introduces everyone quickly and then settles back into his seat. Steve doesn’t slide back into his lap, but his does tangle their legs together as Bucky hooks an arm around his waist again.

“James, why didn’t you tell us Steve was your boyfriend?” Natasha asks, slipping into the seat across from him.

“Oh, uh,” Bucky laughs and looks over at Steve, shrugging a little, “I never thought about it that way. Are we boyfriends Stevie?”

Steve looks up at him from behind his over-sized sunglasses and bats his lashes, an easy smile on his face as he shrugs. “Sure,” he replies, laughing as their old friends groan and smack their foreheads and just generally commiserate in the background. “Why not?”


Bonus:

“You mean to tell me -” Natasha pulls up Bucky’s Facebook, in which most of his pictures are selfies with Steve, arms slung around each other. “- that these two –“ In a third of them, he’s kissing Steve’s cheek. “- were not together –“ She switches to Steve’s page which is about the same. “- before just this moment?” Almost all of their statuses involve the other in one way, shape, or form, and there’s comments filled with pet name calling. Peggy gives a nod, a smirk on her lips and arms crossed over her chest, and Nat just busts out laughing. 

Magical Office Episode 8: Halloween

*Rolls up sleeves* Get ready everyone… I’m about to blow you all away….

(Biggleswade stands in front of the break room door. He has on Muggle headphones and is swaying his bottom back and forth as he tapes a large poster to the door window. He hums “Thriller” by Michael Jackson. He moves away from the scene to reveal that the Ministry is having an No-Maj Halloween party in a couple of days.)

INTERVIEW WITH MINISTER PARKINSON

(Parkinson sits behind his desk. Muggle Halloween decorations cover every inch of his office. He has a purple afro on and over sized sunglasses. He flashes fake hillbilly teeth as he laughs at his get up.)

Minister Parkinson: Halloween is a very important holiday in our wizarding community. It’s similar to a no-maj Thanksgiving. We remember how far we’ve come in our history. I’ve been trying to figure out an even that we could do in order to really generate some office spirit. What better way to celebrate magical history than with a no-maj costume party!”

END OF INTERVIEW WITH MINISTER PARKINSON 

(Everyone is sitting around in the break room. Bridget and you sit on either side of Biggles, who is reading over the Ministry’s internal newspaper. Claire stands at the counter, cooking toast. She flicks her wand and the toast begins to butter itself. She walks over to the group as her breakfast floats over behind her.)

Claire: Have you ever heard of anything so ridiculous in yer whole life? Wizards practicing a No-Maj tradition?

Y/N: Oh Claire, lighten up it’s just for fun!

(Claire rolls her eyes and starts to eat her toast. Biggles appears from behind the paper.)

Biggles: Did you hear about the restricted potions department being robbed?

(The whole table looks around in confusion.)

Y/N: Really? What does it say?

(Bridget and you stand up and stand over Biggles, trying to read the article.)

Y/N: It doesn’t say what’s been taken. Just some random bunch of restricted ingredients. I wonder who did it? Do the Auror’s have any leads?

Claire: Leighton’s been there all morning. Probably making more mess than needs be. When someone robs my liquor cabinet… that’s when people should start being worried.

Biggles: I’m pretty sure you have a problem, Claire

Claire: I’m pretty sure… (She flicks him off as she drinks her morning tea and fire whiskey.)

Bridget: (Ignoring Claire and Biggles) Maybe it was….. a …. GgggHhhooossstttt (Bridget lifts up her hands and wiggles her fingers while speaking in a spooky voice.)

Biggles: RACIST! (Biggles stands up and storms off horrible offended.)

(Bridget and you sit back down and you both begin to sip at your coffee. Rodger abruptly walks in and locks eyes with you and you stare back as if you were a deer in headlights. Bridget and Claire stare at you both, unsure of how this interaction will go. Rodger instinctively heads into the men’s restroom quickly without a word to you or anyone else.) 

Bridget: Oh. My. GOD! Has it really been this bad?

INTERVIEW WITH Y/N

Y/N: Yeah, after our awkward encounter with the Minister, Newt and I felt there wasn’t any point in trying to keep our relationship a secret anymore… not that it was a huge shock to anyone.

(A cut scene shows everyone surrounding Newt and you in the break room. Newt can be seen inaudibly talking to everyone. He points to the pair of you to symbolize that you both are now dating. No one seems particularly surprised . Leighton is seen in the back of the room, staring into the camera sarcastically staring and slow clapping along. In the background, the camera captures Rodger’s backside as he storms out of the break room, the door swings angrily open and slowly closes. The camera goes back to focus on your face. You stare after him with a worried look after him. Newt beside you doesn’t notice as he is too busy actively talking to Biggles.)

Y/N: It seems some people in the office are not as happy about the news as others.

(You look awkwardly into the camera, you smack your lips together making a loud pop noise. Showing how annoyed you are at the drama.)

Y/N: Yep… so it’s been very awkward for me in the office.

END OF Y/N INTERVIEW

(Bridget, Claire and you are still sitting at the break room table.)

Y/N: Yes it’s been that bad.

Bridget: That sucks! So glad I’m not in a love triangle.

(You look incredulously at Bridget.)

Y/N: Oh yeah definitely (You say sarcastically) Tell me Bridget, how is the MARRIED Minister?

(Bridget quickly grows quiet and he camera focuses on her blushing face.)

Bridget: Everything is just fine. (She says as a matter of factually as she sips her coffee.)

Y/N: How can you say it’s fine… he’s a married man… he’s already with someone. The head of WR! You could lose your job over this!

Bridget: (Internally she knows your right, but she doesn’t allow you to see that.) You can’t judge someone just because of their marital status.

Y/N: (You roll your eyes) Oh Bridget, you should leave him. He’s never going to leave her!

Claire: You should just kill her. (Claire says not looking up from her coffee) That’s just what I would do.

(Bridget and you alarmingly look over at Claire, then back to each other and you look to Claire once more and reach out a sympathetic hand over touches her arm.)

Y/N: Ummm…. no Claire. Maybe just lay off the whiskey today….


(Newt is in the case, at his work bench mixing different ingredients together and writing notes every once in awhile. You suddenly appear with a giant hamper floating down behind you. Newt looks up. His face starts with a smile but as you collect the contents in the hamper, it suddenly flips upside down to a frown.)

Newt: No. (He says sternly.)

Y/N: Newt, yes! We talked about this.

Newt: You talked. I listened but I never remember saying, “Yes”.

Y/N: Remember that wonderful night when you asked me to be your girlfriend?

Newt: (Smiles at the memory) Yes of course.

Y/N: (You put down the contents onto the other workbench and walk over to Newt.) Well… that was you agreeing to this.

(Newt stares into the camera confused.)

INTERVIEW WITH NEWT AND Y/N

Y/N: Newt is a party pooper when it comes to participating in organized events. Every office event requiring participation, he ends up skipping and hiding in his case!

Newt: That’s not true. I just don’t want to dress up!

(You shakes your head at the camera to signify that you felt Newt was lying.)

Y/N: I asked him to dress up with me for the Halloween party and it was as if I was asking him to give up one of his creatures!

Newt: (Rolls his eyes) Bit of an exaggeration, dear, you asked me to dress up as a beast character in some kind of blue suit… bit offensive to a magizologist, don’t you think?

Y/N: You LOVE beasts! I’m obviously beautiful. I feel like us being Beauty and the Best just makes sense.

(You turn to Newt and give him your best and most charming smile. He turns to look back at you.)

Newt: (To you) You’re very lucky, you’re so adorable.

Y/N: (You beam at him and look back at the camera) Yes I am!

(Newt puts him arm around your shoulders and braces a hand against your check as he leans over and kisses the other.)

END OF INTERVIEW WITH NEWT AND Y/N

Y/N: Have you seen my notebook?

Newt: Can’t say I have. Did you forget it at your apartment again?

Y/N: Yes, ugh. I think I need to make a list so I remember to bring everything when I spend the night… ooooorrrr….. ( you stand behind Newt as he continues to work and wrap your arms around his waist. Another smile races across his face.) Maybe I could just move in. Problem solved!

(Newt stops working and rubs his arm along yours. Mentally preparing himself for what he’s about to say.)

Newt: Oooooorrrr maybe…. we could just get married.

(He takes you by surprise and you walk around to stand next to him.)

Y/N: Are you joking?

Newt: (He nervously sighs and stops working in order to face you.) Do you want me to be joking?

Y/N: (You think for a second and smile.) I think I’d actually like that a lot better than just moving in.

Newt: (Gleams the happiest he’s ever been) Good it’s decided.

Y/N: Wait? What? What’s decided?

Newt: That we’re getting married.

Y/N: Ummmm…. whoa…. back up… that wasn’t a proposal.

Newt: (Laughs) It wasn’t? I mean, I asked if you wanted to marry me and you said yes. Seems pretty official to me.

Y/N: (You twinkle your left hand ring finger at Newt.) Oh really? Cause I seem to be missing something.

Newt: (Pretends to be surprised at your empty ring finger.) What? Wait? (He quickly pats down his chest in various spots. When he comes up empty he looks back at you leaning up against the workbench.) Alright… well I guess that’s the next step.

Y/N: I guess you will. (You tap the work bench and grab the food bucket by the opening and walk out to feed the creatures.)

(Newt watches you as you walk out. He cranes his neck, making sure there is no chance of you popping your head back in. When he feels it is safe, he quickly digs into his right bench drawer and fumbles around with its contents. When he finds what he is looking for he secretly pulls out a small black ring box. Newt checks against to make sure you are not close by and when he sees you feeding the Occamy babies, he opens the ring box and examines the engagement right had bought for you. He quickly remembers the camera, he looks up and then quickly puts the ring back in it’s box, then into the drawer.)


(Biggles and Bridget are arranging muggle Halloween decorations in the conference room. Biggles stands on a chair and is stringing Halloween bunting around the edge of the room. Bridget stands on the ground, monitoring his work from the ground.)

Bridget: Fix that on the left side, Biggles.

(Biggles is on the right and Bridget points across the room. Biggles looks down at her and then back up again. He balances himself on the chair, making sure that his footing will keep him stationary. He begins to leaning towards the left. He stretches out further and further, trying to reach the imperfection.)

(The voice of the Minister can be heard entering the corridor and Bridget begins to fix her hair as she stares at the open door when a blond tall woman walks in. Both women look each other up and down without any words. The grunts and struggle noises come from Biggles in the background. The Minister walks in his funky costume still on him. As he stops and sees his wife and Bridget staring at each other and instantly he grows timid.)

Minister Parkinson: Oh, darling, you got a head of me. This is Bridget and Biggles, they are just preparing for the party. Bridget, Biggles this is my wife Julia, head of WR. She’s going to be joining our little shindig today.

Julia: Yes, well… Need to see why my husband spends so much… in this PARTICULAR corridor. I look forward to meeting everyone later on this afternoon.

(Julia continues to stare at Bridget and vise versa. The tension is thick between them and everyone can feel it. Biggles is almost on his tippy toes.)

Biggles: Bridget, Bridget!!!

(Bridget breaks free of her trance and rolls her eyes, she brings out her wand and flicks it behind her. Instantly the bunting fixes itself and Biggles is sent upright again. He straightens out his shirt and continues placing the bunting as if nothing happen.)

Julia: You might want to be careful with him. It’d be a shame if WR needed to be informed of any mishaps going on in his office…

(Julia’s eyebrow flashes upward in a warning stance. She parades out with the Minister behind him.)

Minister Parkinson: Great… work everyone…

(The Minister nods and looks apologetic to Bridget as he walks out. Bridget continues to stand there heartbroken that the Minister has chosen his wife over her. In the background more grunts can be heard as Biggles topples over and falls to the ground. The entire bunting that has been hung, comes down like a slow wave. Bridget erupts in anger.)

Bridget:  OH MY GOD BIGGLES! Are you a wizard or a freaking muggle? Just use your wand! (She flicks her wand as she walks out of the room. Biggles remains on the ground trying to catch his breath from falling.)


Costumes:

Minister Parkinson: Just wears random big items

Leighton: wrapped in toilet paper

Claire: a name tag with the name ‘Trixie’ on it

Biggles: Harry Potter

Julia: Isn’t wearing a costume

Angelica: Has bunny ears on her head

Rodger: wears a fake beard

(Muggle Halloween music plays around the conference room as the whole corridor stands around. Newt is dressed in the Beast costume you made him wear. Leighton and the Minister are making fun of him in the corner as Julia stands next to the Minister sipping a rather large glass of wine. Claire and Biggles dance like mummies in the middle of the room. When Angelica arrives, Leighton completely clams up and acts like a statue. They make eye contact but don’t interact at all. You stand in the back with Bridget, who is staring daggers at Julia. Try all you might, you are not able to comfort her and you end up getting frustrated and going to the bathroom. As you walk past the break room, you see Rodger standing by the fridge. You walk in and he looks up at you. Both of you stand in silence for a moment and when Rodger goes to leave, you call out to him.)

Y/N: Rodger! What is going on? I start dating Newt and suddenly you can’t be in the same room as me? Start talking.

Rodger: (He looks around and then stares at you.) I thought I made my feelings very clear to you. I’ve tried to get you to notice how perfect we are for each other. We are normal, we’re not like everyone else. Then you go off with him! I just don’t get it!

Y/N: Rodger, I’m sorry, I just don’t feel the same way about you.

Rodger: I just can’t believe you of all people would fall for it. I though you were better than that.

Y/N: (You start to get heated) What are you talking about?

Rodger: Don’t you think it’s odd that you’ve fallen for someone so quickly… so “deeply”?

Y/N: Ummm… No Rodger… it happens all the time, Newt and I just know we’re right for each other….

Rodger: (Interrupts you) I bet he always fixes you a drink.

Y/N: (You stare at him blankly) He’s my boyfriend, Rodger of course he’s going to make me a drink at some point.

Rodger: (He laughs to himself) Well of course, the love potion only works if the victim drinks the potion everyday.

Y/N: Are you seriously trying to tell me Newt is serving me a love potion? Are you insane? You’re wrong Rodger… (You’ve had enough and you turn to walk away.)

Rodger: We’ll see, Y/N. You’ll see…

(You stop at the door and let what he says sink in. You shake your head, not believing that you were even entertaining the thought that Newt has been giving you a love potion.)

(You enter the conference room and see Newt and Biggles talking in the corner. He sees you entering and waves you over. Trying to forget the conversation with Rodger you walk over to him. He gives you a kiss and then hands you a cup.)

Newt: Sorry love, I realized I didn’t make you your morning tea, so I made you this. It’s great try it. 

(You smile at Newt. Loving that your boyfriend is so thoughtful but Rodger’s words have seeped in. You hold the cup in your hand and as everyone gets into a active conversation, you place the full cup on the table behind you while Newt looks away.)


(Everyone is gone. The office is completely deserted except for one office that has a small desktop light on. The break room door opens and Rodger comes out carrying Ashwinder eggs. He opens his office door and then shuts it again.)


Originally posted by trick-oh-treat

MUAHAHAHA Next Episode is a two part Christmas episode!!!   Love you all!!! xxx

List of Mello/Near things I need which may or may not become starters PART 2

Mello, who has unflinchingly killed real live people, can’t get through a horror movie without looking away, Near watches straight faced.
Mello gets pissed because Near is always stacking their shit up and then Near yells at him if he knocks it over.
 Mello gets Near a backpack leash as a joke. Near actually wears it because it makes him feel more comfortable in crowds.
 Mello drags Near along for shoe shopping. Near hates it. Mello is over joyed.
 Mello is always wanting to take selfies with Near. His Instagram is mostly filled with pictures of the two of them.
 Mello dressed in all black wearing over sized sunglasses, he sips iced tea across from mafia Rod. Near sits on his lap, both arms slung around his neck. Chic.
 Near is always getting carded, Mello flashes his gun when he is. Eventually he stops getting carded. Near gets a hair cut. Mello hates it. He gives him the cold shoulder until it grows back out or if it’s covered.

In Your Eyes

*I thought I’d try my hand at this particular kind of fanfiction. Supernatural anything really isn’t what I’m used to writing, but I’ve had this idea for so long that I had to give it a try.*

 Warnings: Smut, Language, Angst, Death

One | Two

Originally posted by sugaglos

“_________.”

There was a whisper of your name and you jerked into a sitting position. Eyes frantically searching your dark bedroom. This was the fifth night in a row that you’d had the same dream of the same man. A man that you’d never seen before in your life. A man that you couldn’t touch, no matter how much you tried reaching for him. He was always just out of your grasp, never close enough see him clearly. 


“I’m almost there.” You spoke into your cellphone as you walked in quick steps towards a department store. “I’m running late, please hurry.” Your client said to you before disconnecting. You checked the rose gold watch on your wrist, 8:30am. You were a whole hour and a half earlier than you’d originally agreed to. “What could she possibly be late for?” You grumbled as you switched your cellphone to the hand that carried your coffee so that you could pull open the heavy glass door to the department store entrance. Stepping inside, you pushed your over-sized sunglasses up to your hair, checking your watch again. Your cellphone rang and you answered seeing that it was your client. “Where are you?” She demanded. “I actually want to know the same thing. I’m already here…where are you?” You walked around, glancing to your left and your right to see if you’d spot her somewhere. 

“__________.” 

You’d heard his voice as clear as day. Your heart jumped, gaze darting all around you, trying to find him. Not paying attention to your surroundings, you slammed into someone, hard. “Son of a bitch!” You yelled as your hot coffee spilled down the front of your blouse. You pulled the shirt away from your now burning skin with the tips of your fingers, checking the rest of your clothes for possible coffee stains. “I’m so sorry.” A pair of hands gripped the tops of your arms, “Are you okay?” You blinked, gaze sliding over his features. His strong jawline, his perfectly white teeth. “Ma’am?” You blinked again, eyes locking on his. “….You.” You breathed. His voice. You’d never forget that voice. It was the same voice that had been in your head every night for the past five days. A look of confusion passed over his beautiful face. “I’m sorry..?”  
“You…ran into me.” You said lamely, shaking away the thought of him being the man visiting your dreams. He smiled and your heart leaped in your chest. For a moment, you were stunned. He was way too pretty to be real. Maybe this was also a dream, and you’d wake up in your room alone in the dark. “I think it was you that ran into me.” He chuckled, moving you so that you were standing up straight. 

His grip on your arms was firm and you could see the veins in his forearms. Your gazed moved up his arms up to where his stark, white t-shirt was stretched over a broad, muscular chest. “____________, are you okay?” His dark eyes searched yours. “H-how…how do you..?” He let you go and cleared his throat. You noticed that his hand was bandaged. “Watch where you’re going next time, yeah?” He said, expression changing from concern to irritation. He brushed past you and you stood there for a moment, unsure of what to make of the feeling that suddenly coursed through you.  You were shocked, shocked that his voice sounded so much like the one from your dream. Shocked that he knew name, or maybe that was a part of your imagination. You whirled around, eyes scanning direction where he’d just taken off, but he was nowhere to be found. You took a step, and then another, and another. Where did he go? Why were you feeling the need to find him. Your cellphone rang, and you stopped, glancing down at the screen. It was your client. You’d forgotten all about the fact that you were supposed to be meeting her. “Hello?” You answered. “How in the hell could you ignore me like that? I was practically yelling at you to  get your attention. Where are you?!” You winced, pulling the phone away from your ear, “I’m sorry. I had a little accident. I’m still on the first floor.” You informed her, eyes still searching for the mystery man. “Forget it. We’ll meet some other time. I have a breakfast meeting to get to.” She hung up without saying goodbye and you made a face at your phone screen before slipping it into the back pocket of your jeans. 

You could feel the need to find him in your chest. It was a sort of tugging sensation, like it was pulling on you. You walked in the direction you’d thought he’d gone, and the further you got the stronger the feeling in your chest was. Why were you feeling like this? Was he close? You looked in every direction, trying to find him, but you couldn’t see him anywhere. All of a sudden, the feeling in your chest was gone. You pressed your hand to your heart, glancing all around you. What the hell?


Watch from a distance. That’s all he was supposed to do. That was his job. When he was assigned to you, he was informed that you were someone important, and that under no circumstances was he to be seen. For the past six years, he watched over you, only intervening when it was needed. He’d been given a sixth sense of sorts that allowed him to know where you were at all times, whether or not you were in any kind of danger, and whether or not you were sleep or awake. Up until five days ago, that was his only connection to you. 

He was washing dishes when it happened. His vision blackened, and then he could see clearly again. Only, he wasn’t in his kitchen, he was in a place that he knew very well. The very place that he hadn’t been since he was assigned to you. Solaria, the sun kingdom. He was confused at first, checking his surroundings. How had he ended up at the palace? Had he been called back home? Was he being reassigned to someone else? Had something gone wrong? Just as he was about to panic, you walked into his view. He ducked behind a wall, peering around the corner. You seemed to be searching for something or someone. He frowned, still confused. Why were you there? Who or what were you looking for? Without thinking, he stepped from behind the wall, calling out to you, “_____________.” You turned in his direction and then he remembered that he wasn’t supposed to be seen. He turned and moved back behind the wall. Eyes widening at his carelessness. He could hear your footsteps echoing in the hall as you neared where he was hiding. Thinking fast, he ran to a random door, hoping it wasn’t locked. Seeing that it wasn’t, he let himself inside and closed it as quietly as he could. He held his breath and listened as you passed by the door. Exhaling, he turned and sagged against the heavy wooden door. That was way too close. 

He sank to the floor, shaking his head. He could have been discovered and then he really would be reassigned to someone else. The general would deem him unfit for the job, and he’d be put back on desk duty, watching over the general population of the earth from a series of computer screens. He sat there in the dark for ten minutes before finally deciding that it was time for him to leave and find you. Just as he was standing up, his vision blackened again, and when it cleared, he was back in his kitchen with his hand squeezing down on a knife blade. “Shit.” He dropped the knife into the dishwater, wrapping a dishtowel around his injured hand. This was the first time anything like this had happened to him since he was given the job of being your guardian. How did it happen? Why did it happen? What the hell? 

manilamiss  asked:

Imagine: the 5 times Napoleon verbally noted how adorable Gaby is and the 5 times Illya denied how such awkward, rude and weird habits would ever be deemed as such (or, When illya discovers how frustrating it is to have an unrequited crush)

“Damn, that was hot.” Napoleon’s mouth is twisted in a smirk as the glow from the fire illuminates his face. They’re in Mongolia and it’s cold but, they’ve managed to survive a week long mission in the knee height snow.  Gaby pulls her head up from the rifle and gives him her own grin, proud that all her training is paying off. The rifle in her hands is heavy, and she smells like gunpowder but her shot is dead on and it fills her with a certain sense of pride that has her on a sense of cloud nine. At least she’s proud until Illya scoffs. His blue eyes roll up to the cloudless sky and he shrugs his shoulder.

“It was no big feature.” Illya’s accented words sound unimpressed by Gaby’s expert shot, hitting the gas tank on an old truck, “Children in Russia can make that hit.”

Napoleon shakes his head, shooting his partner a look as Gaby puffs up for a moment. Anger is evident on her face but she doesn’t yell at him yet. Instead she bites  the inside of her cheek and holds all her words in. There’s no need for the mission to end violently if they can get out of it together, well and unscathed.

Their next mission as a trio takes them on a boring stakeout in the middle of the of dreary London weather. Their car is fogged up with condensation and their mark hasn’t left the luxury hotel in over six hours. By the time the seventh hour ticks on by, Gaby’s legs are asleep, stretched across the backseat in to Napoleon’s lap. Napoleon’s head is back against the seat and he’s snoring softly while Illya hasn’t moved in hours. Gaby wonders vaguely if he’s even human anymore, he hasn’t so much as twitched for their entire duration of the stakeout.

“We can’t sit here all night.” Gaby drawls out with a yawn as she stretches out her legs. The movement causes Napoleon to wake and he quickly wipes any sleep away from his face.

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ice cream...thursday? | { j + p }

When news of the ice cream truck that had rolled into Royal had gotten out, and after their conversation about Indy card racing, Jennifer had messaged Patrick, to invite him for a cone and was pleased when he agreed. The two hadn’t had much time to chat, other than at ABC events, and the brief discussion they’d had over the Indy 500, so getting to spend time with Patrick, and getting to know him, was something that she was looking forward to doing. She’d agreed to meet him in Royal Hills, so they could walk the short distance to where the truck had stopped, “Hey! It’s a great day for ice cream, huh?” She beamed across at him, from behind her over-sized sunglasses. 

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Louis Tomlinson enjoys a day out with his son Freddie
Louis Tomlinson was all smiles as he celebrated his first Father's Day as a dad in Malibu with son Freddie on Sunday.

Louis Tomlinson heads for coffee as he enjoys a day out with son Freddie in Malibu as he celebrates his first Father’s Day as a new dad

By BEN TUFFT FOR MAILONLINE

PUBLISHED: 20:15 EST, 19 June 2016 | UPDATED: 20:15 EST, 19 June 2016

He is adjusting to life as a new parent after the birth of his child back in January.

But Louis Tomlinson was all smiles as he celebrated his first Father’s Day as a dad in Malibu with son Freddie on Sunday.

The 24-year-old singer looked ecstatic to be spending some quality father son time in the States and was joined for the outing by friends.

Anticipating the hot weather, the star kept things casual in green shorts, a white T-shirt and a black hooded top.

He completed his stylish look with a pair of white trainers and a contrasting black beanie hat.

Clearly in need of a pick-me-up, Louis stopped off at a grocery store and bought some coffee with a friend.

Last week Louis’ ex Briana Jungwirth, 23, shared a photo of their almost five-month-old son looking cute in a pair of over-sized circular sunglasses on her Instagram page.

While the star is keeping himself busy in LA - splitting time between business, his girlfriend, Danielle Campbell and his son - it seems he and his fellow One Direction band members are enjoying their extended hiatus.

Simon Cowell recently dropped a hint that the group’s downtime, which was expected to last around a year, could be even longer.

Speaking about his new role as a judge on America’s Got Talent, Simon told Variety that he doesn’t think 1D will be one of the acts he asks to perform on the show.

‘We’ll have Fifth Harmony definitely this year because they’ve got an album coming out,’ Cowell explained. 'It will be fantastic to have them on the show.’

But he continued: 'One Direction I don’t think we’ll see as a group for a while now, if I’m being honest with you. But the girls, definitely.’

My favorite caption in this article:

Happy: The 24-year-old singer looked ecstatic to be spending time some quality father son time in the States and was joined for the outing by friends