After finishing season 3 I, like I’m sure most people, walked away with a lot of new ideas, theories, and takeaways from the show. However, one such thing I didn’t even consider except upon review of the “leave the math to Pidge” scene while working on making gifs is how often the use of doors are in symbolism for Lance and Keith’s relationship. It’s such a prevalent matter that I couldn’t help but make a post to share with y’all some interesting metaphors and character analysis between Lance and Keith’s relationship (romantic or not)
Often when looking at well directed cinematography, the use of the setting/background information to portray character emotions is quite common. This can be scene in instances such as warm colors giving “romantic lighting” and dark colors/rainy weather representing “fear/sadness” in most movies/shows
Voltron does this really well in many scenes, hell just look at the first episodes and take in the emotions you feel when looking at the environment and how the characters probably feel:
In other words, shot compositions is really important in Voltron
Now. Let’s take a look at what shot composition shows us in the dynamics of Lance and Keith’s relationship
This is going to be a long post, so the analysis will be below the cut:
school is starting soon (or has already started) and i also wanted to somehow thank you guys for 7k in a way other than the usual blog rate or blog awards. keep a look out for the other 4!
this is a collab with @studyruels. his masterpost is on making an aftetschool routine which you can check out here!
now, i’m naturally a morning person. i just am, and i always have been. no matter how late i go to bed my body thinks it’s a great idea to noT sleep in and wake up at 6 am every day (’: here are a few things i do to make it a little easier and enjoy my mornings!
1. GO TO BED EARLY. this is honestly a no brainer but STOP SPENDING HOURS ON YOUR PHONE WTH like it’s so harmful for your eyes and your mind and your brain and your body will thank you in the morning when your eyes aren’t burning with exhaustion.
1.a. when i decided to stop being an irresponsible smol child who tried to stay up every night, i started setting alarms for going to sleep. so like at 9:00 (ok ik thats pretty early but thats usually when i go to bed), or maybe that’ll be like 10:00 or 10:30 for you so that you can go to bed around 11. but anyways, when you hear this alarm, it’s time to get off of your phone or laptop (-: send your gn streaks and texts, close insta (log out if u have to), and shut it all down. soon after, you will start to notice how tired you actually are without all that blue light distracting you !!!
2. read! this is a personal favorite just because i’m a huge nerd but reading right before bed is just killing 2 birds with one stone: you’re exercising your mind and subconsciously improving your writing skills (vocabulary and grammar) while making yourself very tired!! if you think reading, especially at night, is boring, you aren’t reading the right books for you.
3. prepare yourself for the morning so it seems less dreadful. OPEN YOUR BLINDS BEFORE BED JUST DO IT OMG you will wake up with the sun. do a little miniclean of your room before bed so you’re not waking up to yesterday’s disaster. make your coffee the night before and leave it in the fridge if you like it iced in the morning. plan out what you’re going to wear tomorrow, as well as your lunch. shower (so u sleep better and/or dont have to do it in the morning) and brush your teeth. pamper yourself. set up fairy lights. just do anything that will cause you to wake up and go “jeez glad i did that last night; now i have more time and peace of mind”.
4. find something to look forward to in the morning. this might be going to get coffee or tea with a friend in the morning, getting to wear the cute outfit and eat the delicious lunch that you prepped last night, or remembering that you’re going to see a movie after school. whatever it may be, let it motivate you to get up and start your day as soon as possible.
5. turn off/disable snooze. do it. if your alarm app can’t do this, install an app that can. i also like to set up my alarm so that i have to do some challenging mental math to turn it off.
5.a. make your alarm something that will cause you to get up. it doesn’t necessarily have to be something really annoying. it can be something upbeat and light that puts you in a good mood for the day. however, if you’re a really heavy sleeper then you might want to make it some obnoxious and loud sound so that you will be motivated just to get out of bed and turn it off.
6. put your phone across the room. we’ve all heard of this one but most of us are too lazy to do it. at night, when you whip out that book, log off all your social media and then put your phone somewhere so far that you’ll have to physically get out of bed and turn off the alarm.
7. make your bed suit your aesthetic. this derives from the basic “make your bed” tip. sure, you can make your bed, and sure, it might motivate you to not get back in. but if you really struggle with this, buy one of those prepackaged bed sets that has a nice color scheme. once you make your bed, you’re not going to want to ruin that aesthetic tbh
8. keep a consistent sleep schedule, even on the weekends!! i’m not saying you have to wake up at 6 am even on saturdays, but don’t go from waking up at 6 to waking up at 12. maybe push your wake up time to 8:30 or 9 latest on the weekends. as you get used to waking early (and sleeping early, too!) you can slowly push back your weekend wake up time earlier and earlier until it’s almost identical to the time you wake up when you have school.
i hope this helps! good luck with this school year, everyone!
Summary: Watching the man you love love someone else was the most painful feeling in the world.
Part One: x Part Three: xPart Four: xAlternate Ending:x
A broken heart was a nuisance, an annoying leech that sucked the life out of you every moment you paused to think about the pain it was spreading through your limbs. Every second you spent with your mind not occupied you wanted to scream and cry. It felt like your emotions were burning embers and anytime you paused to give it oxygen the fire would grow and consume you til you were nothing but ashes.
Imagine Bill letting it slip that you are dating during an interview.
“So here we also have a photo of-” Jimmy paused, taking a look at the screen, just like Bill, and the entire audience that went crazy and started cheering and clapping the moment they saw you.
Bill himself chuckled as he took in the sight of you looking stunning as ever in your red dress, standing on your tiptoes even if you were wearing high heels to kiss his cheek; one hand on his chest and the other on your shoulder as he had an arm wrapped around your waist and the other cupping your cheek.
He didn’t even know how they had managed to snap that photo because it wasn’t exactly in front of the cameras. You had mostly been standing on the side with his brothers, and great friends of yours, and he had rushed to you to get that good luck kiss. He didn’t expect there to be evidence of that so he was glad he’d kept himself from kissing you properly on the lips.
“(Y/n) and you.” he completed with a smile, glancing for a moment at the enthusiastic audience “You two-” he turned back to the actor “You two are great friends right? I’m- I’m just asking because that could, you know, be misinterpreted by some.” he motioned to the photo, giving a look at the audience and everybody laughed at that.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x female!Reader - Cast x female!Reader
Request: So my idea was a fic with seb and reader on the set of Infinity War. Reader likes taking naps on the casts laps, and after a while seb notices that she’s never napped on his lap and gets a bit jealous. A few cast members notice his crush on the reader and one day reader finds seb and the rest of the cast sitting together and goes straight for his lap. The whole cast looks up in awe and snap multiple pictures and seb is all flustered and blushy. You can change it up if it didn’t make sense lol ☺️ (-anon)
Warnings: none, really!! just pretty fluffy stuff
Word Count: 1.2K
A/N: it’s been such a weird week, and i really hope today will be good. but i’ve been havin’ a pretty bad mental-problems sort of day streak, so any memes sent to me are and will be greatly appreciated !!
“Y/N,” a distant, low voice sneaks through your sleepy mind. “C’mon, Y/N, I have to be in the suit in five minutes.”
The groggy veil of sleep slowly lifts off of your as you begin to wake-up. You could feel a heavy hand beginning to gently shake your shoulder.
“But I was so comfy,” your tired voice grumbles.
“I know,” Chris’s soothing voice drifts through the room. “But you’ve been sleeping on me for almost an hour, and I really have to get ready.”
“Fine,” you groan, lazily pushing yourself up into a sitting position, snuggling into the corner of the couch as you pry open your heavy eyelids. “But you should know, that was a good nap.”
You blink away the sleep from your vision and look around the room, your gaze locking on Anthony.
She’s Just Not That Into You » Part I (A Harry Styles Miniseries)
First and foremost, I need to dedicate this miniseries to @stylesunchained. If it weren’t for B, this idea would’ve never come to fruition. It’s been so lovely to torture you with snippets of this story, and now it’s finally here! And yes, the whole damn thing is dedicated to you, my beautiful friend.
Secondly, I need to take the time to thank @cuddlemusclestyles for her knowledge of England and always answering my questions about it. I would be lost without you, for you are my own personal Google.
And, of course, thank you all for the interest you’ve expressed for this miniseries. It’s always that much more enjoyable to write when you know you’ve got people rooting for you. I hope I don’t disappoint you.
“Shhh, May! Keep your voice down!” You quickly brought your forefinger up to your pursed lips, eyes wide as you sat down next to Aunt May.
She smiled widely at your sudden confession, excitement poured from her she began to squeal, almost jumping up and down, “Okay, okay! I’m sorry, I’m just- it’s just so exciting!” she belted out, both of her arms outstretched in your direction, signalling a hug. Leaning into her small frame, you squeezed her tightly. Letting go of one another, you smiled widely at her once again in a span of thirty seconds, nervousness and the pace of your heart rate caused the giddiness in your entire body.
You sighed tucking back a piece of hair behind your ear, “I just don’t know what to do. We’re just such good friends, best friends, you know that-” you interjected a different thought into the subject, looking to face her. She rapidly shook her head in an understanding manner, stopping to let you finish.
“It’s just, we’ve been friends for close to eight years. I just don’t want to ruin anything. And don’t even get me started on the whole Liz situation. That’s why I’ve been so distant from him these past few weeks,” you heavily exhaled, defeat instantly creeping up on you as the name Liz rolled off your tongue. It just put a bad taste in your mouth.
May smiled weakly at you, with a slight spark in her eyes, which you couldn’t help but find curious, “Y/N, don’t worry about Liz right now! You’ve known me and Peter basically your entire life. Trust me, I think once you tell him, he’ll feel-”
“How will who feel?”
Your mouth instantly intakes a sharp breath at the sweet sound of Peter’s voice, interrupting your entire conversation about… well, him. May’s eyes widen at the new position of her nephew, from the bathroom to the living room, which was quite inconvenient at this moment in time.
“Oh!” May interjects. You can instinctively realize she’s analyzing a plan in her mind, “Me and Y/N were just talking about… how my boss will feel if I’m late again for the night shift!” she says with a tense voice. You looked at her with thankful eyes, blessing her for saving your ass in yet another tight situation with Peter.
Peter looked skeptical at her sudden tactic. His bright brown eyes narrowed in both of you directions, eyebrows playfully scrunching, “Ohh-kay?” he questioned slightly. You looked over at him, a weak, but hopefully believable smile painted across your lips as May got up to leave for her ‘night shift’. She said her goodbyes to both of you, winking at you before exiting the apartment.
Peter watched her leave, waving to her sweetly before turning towards you, his pink lips curled into a bright smile, eyebrows raised, “You ready to watch Return of the Jedi?”
You smiled at his excitement, the butterflies beginning to erupt in the pit of your stomach at his smile, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
Halfway through the movie, you began to notice you couldn’t keep your eyes on the film. Your Y/E/C eyes slowly began to daze over to Peter sitting next to you. His soft, lightly curled brown hair was left loose today, going perfectly with his blue sweater and matching new balances. Your gaze flew up to his narrowed, sparkling brown eyes paired with furrowed eyebrows, focused intently on the movie.
God, those eyes make you go insane. And those thin pink lips you yearned to forever be placed on yours. Why couldn’t you just admit to him how you’ve felt for him all these years. Why couldn’t you just say, “Peter, I-”
The soft voice snapped you out of your deep thoughts, “Yeah?” you questioned, breath heavy as your head whipped in the direction towards him.
His eyes scanned your face completely, wondering if you were okay, due to the fact you had been in outer space, dreaming of him for a very long time, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine Peter. I’m just tired-”
“Cut the crap Y/N.”
Your heart instantly picked up at the new and unfamiliar sound of his voice. Your eyebrows scrunched together, your eyes wide yet peeled in his direction, curiosity running through your veins. He never sounded like that. He sounded almost, hurt? Guilty? You couldn’t quite detect it, “What are you talking about?”
He scooted closer to you, putting one arms behind the back of the couch and one by his side, mere inches from yours. You snapped your head down to your close proximity. Sure, you’ve sat much closer than this before, but right now, it felt strange. Almost as if you were unsure of what to say to him.
“The past couple of weeks you’ve been acting weird. Last week, I was walking with Liz to Calculus and I saw you, but you sprinted off! At lunch two days ago, you and Ned were sitting at the lunch spot and once you saw Liz and I make our way over, you muttered something to Ned before you got up and ran off! Oh, and yesterday Liz walked with me to-”
“That’s the problem, Peter! Don’t you see the recurring issue in every one of your stories!” you cut him off, hopping off the couch in a rush, standing right in front of Peter. Your mind instantly seem to forget how to choose the correct words to say to Peter in this type of situation. It was as if you didn’t know how to hide your feelings anymore. Your mind clouded, not anywhere near stopping.
Your hand flung out by your side, signaling to the outside world before belting out another stupid confession, someone careless seeming to take over, “You were with Liz! You were with her and not me!”
Peter slouched slightly, his eyes beginning to widen at every growing word that rolled off your lips, mouth barely ajar as he seemed to be aware of where this situation was going.
You continued, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes as your stomach did somersaults, and your heart ready to explode, “Don’t you see! You pine after girls like Liz for fucks sake! That’s why I’ve been so distant lately! Me knowing and witnessing you falling in love with someone like her made me realize I would never have a chance with you, Peter,” your throat closing up at the sudden confession, you eyes widening as he stared intently into your eyes, slowly rising from the couch, stepping right in front of you. His couple steps felt like miles as he made his way towards your downcast figure. Once he approached you, you could lightly feel his breath hitting your nose.
This was it. He was about to tell you the truth, and it wasn’t going to be good. Who would’ve thought a simple sleepover would’ve turned into this?
You could feel the atmosphere in the room quiet and thicken, your eyes still staring deeply into Peter’s. Your eyes glossed over with guilt and disappointment. While his portrayed sneakiness and adventure. It felt like years for either of you to have the courage to speak up and say anything involving the matter. You took matters into your own hands.
“You know what, I took this way too far. I-I’m sorry, I’ll just leave and we can forget all about-” except you were cut off by Peter’s calloused palms quickly yet gently grab your face and bring your lips up to his softly. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you couldn’t of cared less. Your mind once again clouded with nothing but thoughts of Peter. You kissed back, gently pressing your lips back against his, hands wrapping around his neck, to rest in that soft brown hair you yearned to tug on for years.
He pulled away, his lips lingering on yours for a few seconds before slowly opening his eyes to meet yours in a loved daze, “Liz means nothing. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Y/N Y/L/N.”
Your eyes lifted with happiness at his words, heart prepared to explode with happiness and love, pulling him against your slightly shorter frame. His arms instantly wrapped themselves around your waist, causing an ignited feeling you’ve never felt before.
“I knew May was lying,” he said slyly, hugging you tighter as his words echoed in your ear.
You smiled to yourself, rolling your eyes at his cockiness, snuggling into his warm embrace, “Of course.”
Someone raised the challenge to take the idea of the cult ending that was assembled from non-canon datamined content but figure out a way to reassemble it into something that’s both tonally in-line with the rest of the game and a satisfying cap to the story so I rose to the challenge because bouncing from springboards like this and connecting plot points is basically what I do for a living.
Also tried to find a way to include all the dads because these “bigger picture” stories are more fun like that.
Putting it under a cut for length and hella spoilers, but here’s my response to the question of “well how would YOU handle the cult end”
Let me know if I should make a part two to this :)
Everyone gets that feeling when they feel that someone is watching them. Monitoring everything they do. Stalking them.
That’s how you felt almost everyday. It was as if someone was actually watching you. Or spying on you.
You began to think like this since you were little. About 10 years old. Whenever you were somewhere, you felt a presence, even when you were alone. It was like someone was always there with you. It started off simple, but got worse and creepier as you grew older.
When you were 13, you couldn’t stand being home alone, because you always felt that someone was going to come for you. You would hear strange noises such as people talking when you were home alone, cabinets closing on their own, footsteps when no one else was home.
By age 15, you watched a lot of horror movies, and deemed your experiences as “being haunted.” You were sure that you were being haunted by a ghost, or something like a ghost. There were no other explanations for the things that’s been happening to you.
You told your friends and your parents, but no one believed you. Everyone thought you were either joking, or just crazy.
When you were 16, you asked your parents to get paranormal experts to come to your house and see what was going on. Your parents were reluctant at first, telling you that maybe a therapist should come to the house instead. But you kept asking them, telling them that you were so scared that something might happen to you. And then they finally called the experts.
When they came, the concluded that there was nothing paranormal going on inside of your house, giving your parents another reason not believe anything you said.
Even though the “experts” said that there was nothing, you knew there was something. You always knew that there was something going on. You weren’t crazy, no matter how much people tell you that you are.
You will never forget about when you were 18. You were almost finished with school. You remember sitting in an empty classroom one day during your free period. You studied for a huge test that you had to take.
The room was quiet at first, but then you heard a quiet tap on the window. You didn’t think much of it, thinking that it was probably just a tree branch or something.
Then it happened again. And again. And again. This continued for about two minutes before it started upsetting you. You groaned and tried to concentrate on studying. Once you groaned, the sound stopped. It was probably just a coincidence.
It didn’t stop there. You heard something fall down. It was a light sound, but you still heard it. You looked around the room to see what it was. There was a piece of chalk rolling towards you.
You raised and eyebrow. How did the chalk fall if nothing was touching it?
You stood up, picking up the piece of chalk that had fallen. You walked to the chalk board and placed the piece of chalk onto the teacher’s desk.
You turned around, dusted your hands off and started walking back to your seat.
And that’s when you heard it. The sound of the chalk falling again. You thought nothing of it. The teachers desk was probably just slanted, which is why the chalk keeps falling off. But why didn’t anything else on the desk fall off?
You turned around, bending down to pick up the chalk once again. You stood up, holding the piece of white chalk and as you looked up, you saw something strange.
The chalkboard had something written on it.
“Specto tu. Protinus te videre, XXI.”
Those words were not on the board before. How did it get there? Who wrote it? What the hell did it even say?
You thanked god for modern technology as you took out your cellphone and took a picture of the words written on the chalkboard. You put the picture into a translator website and waited for it to do its magic.
As the page loaded, you read what the words had translated to.
“I’m watching you. See you soon, 21.”
If you weren’t already creeped out before, you were ten times more creeped out now.
Without even thinking about it, you packed up your books and left the room, not looking back.
Who wrote that? Who’s watching you?
The answers to you questions went unanswered for years after that. You were always so curious.
You were 20 years old when you moved out of your parents house and into your own apartment.
The strange things never stopped. On multiple occasions when you would walk into your apartment, you would see lights that were turned on (and you were sure that you had turned them off), cabinets were open, loose papers were scattered all over your desk. You were a very clean and organized person, so you knew that it couldn’t have been you.
Getting a surveillance camera installed in your house didn’t help, as much as you really wanted it to. It just gave you more reason to believe your 15 year old self when you said that something paranormal was going on.
When you got home from work, you would check your camera, seeing if anything happened.
Of course something happened.
The cabinets opened—by themselves. The drawers in your desk opened and papers flew out of them, creating a big mess. The light switched flicked on, on their own.
You were terrified. Something was haunting you and you wanted to know why.
Today was your 21st birthday.
You spent the day shopping with your friends. You weren’t really a party girl, so you decided to do something less wild and more fun. Shopping is always fun.
“This would look really nice on you, y/n!” One of your friends smiled, giving you a cute pink dress that she had picked up.
It was cute, but it wasn’t really your style, so you put it back as you friend walked to go look at other clothes. After returning the dress to the rack that it had previously been on, you turned around, only to bump into someone.
“I’m so sorry.” You apologized. It was a man. He had jet black hair and dark brown eyes. He was quite handsome.
“Don’t be sorry. It was my fault.” He says, patting his clothes as he stood in front of you.
You two stood there, just looking at each other for a couple of seconds. He stared into your eyes. It was like he could see right through your soul. You couldn’t look away. It was like you were dazed.
“Y/n, come on. Let’s go to another shop.” Your friend calls. You blinked a few times, snapping out of your daze.
You walked away from the man, following as your friends walked out of the shop.
He seemed so familiar, but you were sure you hadn’t seen him before. You’d never seen him in real life, or even pictures, so why did he seem familiar?
You closed the door of your apartment and took your shoes off, placing them beside the door.
You and your friends had a good time out, shopping, eating and gossiping. It was like you were in high school all over again. You missed hanging out with them all the time.
You plopped down on the couch, grabbing the tv remote and pressing the button to turn it on.
You pressed the button, but nothing happened. You pressed it over and over again, but nothing. Maybe the batteries were out?
Just then, you felt something brush past your leg. Without thinking, you yelped and placed your feet on the couch, looking down at what had touched you.
It was a cat.
What was a cat doing in your apartment?
The cat looked up at you. It had black fur and brown eyes.
“What are you doing in here?” You asked the cat, as if it would talk back. You stood up, still looking down at the cat.
“I should get you out of here. Your owner is probably looking for you.” You say, putting your arms out, but then retracting them, not knowing if you should touch the cat.
Suddenly, something happened. You weren’t sure what it was exactly, but all you saw was a flash of white and then something stood in front of you. It wasn’t the cat.
It was a man.
You screamed and ran into your bedroom, scared for your life. You didn’t bother to look at the man, you were too terrified.
You closed your bedroom door as you entered, locking it.
What the hell just happened?
“Y/n.” You heard a voice say. The voice was kind of deep. You were too scared to reply. How did he even know your name?
“Y/n, I hope you know that locking the door isn’t going to stop me from coming in.” The man says.
You stayed silent. You didn’t know what to say. What were you supposed to say?
You heard no more noise on the other side of the door, but you were still scared.
Then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You didn’t want to turn around, but your feet had it’s own plans.
You turned around, coming face to face with—
The man from earlier. The one from the shop. The one that you bumped into.
Your eyes widened.
You backed up, hoping that you could run away, but for every step you took back, he took a step towards you.
“Why are you here? Why were you a cat? How were you a cat? Who are you? What are you?” You asked. You had so many questions and they all came out at the same time.
“I’d rather not show you my actual form, for your sake. And do you know how much strength it takes to shift into a cat? You should be praising me. I’m so tired right now.” The man complained.
What was his “actual form”?
“What are you?” You repeated your question.
“A demon.” He said. “Yeah, right.” You say, not believing him. The man chuckled before closing his eyes. What was he doing?
As he opened his eyes, his dark brown eye color was no longer there. Now his pupils were a fiery red color.
You yelled and tried to run away, but he held your arms, not letting you move.
“Let go of me!” You yelled.
“Y/n, calm down.” He says, his eyes going back to their original color. “How am I supposed to calm down? You—you just—I can't—” you stuttered, not knowing what to say.
He stared into your eyes and you felt yourself calming down. It was like he casted a spell on you or something.
“Did you just cast a spell on me? Are you a witch too?” You ask, not able to take your eyes off of his.
He chuckled. “I’m not a witch. I’m a demon. A handsome one.”
You wish you could roll your eyes at his comment. “Who are you?” You ask. “And why do you seem so familiar? I’m almost one-hundred percent sure that we’ve never met.”
“Y/n, I’ve been with you since you were young. Don’t you remember me? Haven’t you got my little notes and messages?” He asks you.
“Specto tu. Protinus te videre, XXI.” He spoke.
Your eyes widened. That’s what was written on the chalkboard that day you were in school! “You wrote that? How? Why? Why couldn’t I see you?”
“Being a demon surprisingly has its many perks. One of them being invisibility. And it was a reminder. Didn’t you translate it?” He asked you.
“It said I’m watching you. And see you soon. Then it said twenty one.” You say.
“I was watching you. I’ve always been watching you. And it was a reminder because I’d see you on your twenty-first birthday, which is today.” He explains, letting go of your hands. “Happy Birthday, by the way.”
It was him. He was the thing that was always with you. The thing that creeped you out. The thing that you always knew was watching you.
You brought your hand up to his face and slapped him, anger filling you.
His eyes widened and he held his cheek in pain. “What was that for?” He asks.
“You! You’re the reason that I spent almost eleven years of my life scared to death! I was always so scared, and it was because of you! You messed me up, man.” You explained.
“I’m sorry?” He said, but it sounded more like a question.
You slapped him again.
“What was that one for?” He asks.
“That’s for messing up my house when I’m not home. You always leave my lights on. And you leave my cabinets open. And all of my papers are always all over my desk.” You say.
“I’m sorry. I get bored sometimes when you’re not home.” He admits.
“Who are you?” You ask.
“I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi. You’re y/n y/l/n.” He finally introduces himself.
“Well, Min Yoongi. You’ve been stalking me for eleven years, why?” You question.
People supposed to be scared when they find out that a demon has been stalking them for so long, so, why didn’t you feel scared?
“You’re interesting.” He says, simply.
You rolled your eyes, finally out of his spell, or whatever it was.
After a moment of silence, Yoongi spoke up. “I’m not here to hurt you, so if you’re scared of me, you don’t have to be. Although, I’m not getting any scared vibes from you. You’re not scared of me?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I am. I just think that I was more scared when I didn’t know who or what you were.” You admit.
“Really? Then maybe I should erase your memory.” He smirked.
“No. No way.” You say. “I was joking.” He chuckled. “Or was I?”
“Min Yoongi I swear to—” you started. “Don’t say it.” He warns you, eyes turning red.
“Sorry. Sorry.” You apologized, looking down at the floor so you wouldn’t have to look into his eyes.
Yoongi took a deep breath before speaking again. “You should go to bed. It’s late.”
“It’s 6 pm.” You tell him.
“So? It’s never too early to go to sleep.”
You shook your head before opening your bedroom door and walking out into your living room.
“What are you still doing here? Leave!” You hear Yoongi say. He wasn’t talking to you, so who was he talking to?
You turned around to look at him, but he was facing the kitchen. In the kitchen stood another man. He looked the same age as Yoongi, maybe younger. He had orangish/reddish hair. You noticed something. In front of him, on the counter was a cake. That wasn’t there before.
“Who is this?” You asked.
“I’m Hoseok.” The boy with the orange hair smiled at you, walking over to where you and Yoongi were standing. “I’m Yoongi’s friend.”
“Hi.” You said before looking at Yoongi. “So what? Is my house like a demon magnet now?”
“Hoseok, get out.” Yoongi said, not answering your question.
Hoseok sighed and looked at you. “It was nice to meet you. Bye.” He smiled before you saw a flash of white. He was gone.
You looked over to where the cake was. Yoongi saw where you were looking and spoke. “It’s yours.” He says.
“Is it?” You asked, walking over to the cake.
“I told Hoseok to bring it for you. It looks good, right?” He asks.
You saw what was written on the cake and smiled.
“Happy Birthday, y/n.”
“As long as you share it with me, I promise I won’t trash your house anymore.” He smiled.
Despite being a demon, Yoongi was a nice guy. Maybe you wouldn’t mind having him around.
“We need to have another girl’s day out.” Your friend says. She was sitting beside you on the couch in your apartment.
“Yeah. I want to hang out with you and the rest of the girls more.” You tell her.
“We should go to a club or something.” She suggested.
A club? “I don’t think so.” You say. You weren’t really a fan of going to the club. The club is just a place where random guys try to hit on you all night, and you didn’t want to go through that.
“Oh, come on, y/n. Don’t be such a party pooper. We could go out to the club and have fun. You could meet a guy there!” She persisted.
“Why would I want to meet a guy there?” You asked.
“Y/n, you haven’t gotten laid in like a year. You need to meet a guy so you two can hook up! You really need some d—” Your friend explained, but was cut off by someone else talking over her.
“What’s this talk about y/n needing to meet a guy?” The person asked. You recognized the voice and turned around to see Yoongi.
“Y/n, who is this?” Your friend asks.
“This is—” You started. “I’m Yoongi. Y/n’s boyfriend.” Yoongi finished for you.
Your boyfriend? Since when?
“Y/n! How could you not tell me that you have a boyfriend?” Your friend questions.
“I’m sorry, y/f/n.” You looked at your friend. “I wasn’t planned on letting you meet him. He promised me that he would stay in my bedroom while you came over.” You looked back at Yoongi.
“Sorry. I got bored in there.” He shrugs. “Y/f/n, would you mind coming back another time? I need to speak to y/n about something.”
“No problem. I’ll be on my way.” Y/f/n says, before getting up and walking to the door. She winked at you before leaving and closing the door behind her.
You turned around, only to see that Yoongi was closer to you than he was before. “You’re my boyfriend?” You asked. “Since when?”
“Since now.” He states. “Is it true?” He asked, not giving you time to respond to his statement.
“Is what true?”
“She said you haven’t been laid in a year. Is that true?”
“Does that matter to you?” You ask, raising your eyebrow. Why did he want to know?
“Just tell me.”
“What if it is true? Why do you need to know?”
Yoongi took two slow steps towards you so he was now standing on front of you with barely any space between you.
Would it be wrong to say he looked really hot right now?
While living with Yoongi, you can’t help but look at him sometimes. Like the times you two are just talking to each other and he smiles. You like his smile. A lot.
And the times he would come out of the bathroom only wearing boxers. His hair would be wet and he looks so good. You didn’t know if it was okay for you to think about him this way.
“You seriously went that long without getting laid? You went that long without letting someone touch you? Pleasure you?” He asks. As he spoke, you felt his warm breath on your lips. “It’s been about three months since I revealed myself to you. We spend like all day together, so why haven’t you told me?”
“Can we not talk about this? It’s embarrassing.” You say, turning around so you could walk away. When you turned around, Yoongi grabbed one of your arms and turned you back to face him.
“Yoongi, I—” You started, but Yoongi looked into your eyes and suddenly you couldn’t say anything. He was controlling you.
For about thirty seconds, he just stared into your eyes, and you were unable to say or do anything else.
Yoongi put his fingers on your chin and lifted your head up. He almost instantly lowered his head and attached his lips to your neck.
His actions made your eyes widen. “Y-Yoongi.” You stuttered, finally able to speak again.
He hummed in response and started kissing and sucking on your neck. It felt unbelievably good.
“Yoongi. Yoongi, wait.” You spoke, putting your hands on his shoulders and pushing him away. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you doing this?” You asked him.
“You don’t want me to do it?” He asks. “I-I didn’t say that. I just—” You started. “Then shut up and let me do what I need to do.” He speaks over you, pressing his lips against yours after he finished talking.
His lips felt so good against yours. You didn’t realize how much you liked his lips until this moment.
Yoongi held your waist with one hand, pulling you against him. You used one hand to run fingers through his hair and the other hand was still rested on his shoulder.
His tongue entered your mouth, exploring it and even meeting with your tongue.
You lightly tugged on his hair, causing him to groan into your mouth. Hearing him groan sent waves of pleasure down your body. You wanted more.
Yoongi pulled away from you, removing your shirt and his shirt before placing his lips back on yours.
You placed one of your hands on his neck, slowly trailing down to his chest, and then to the bulge that was evident in his pants.
You palmed him through the black sweatpants he wore and once again, he groaned into your mouth.
Yoongi placed his hand at the hem of your pants and pushed them down. You stopped out of them, now only left in your bra and underwear.
You pushed Yoongi’s sweatpants and boxers down and he stepped out of them before breaking away from you and sitting down on the couch.
“On your knees, baby girl.” He says to you. You did as told and got on your knees, coming face to face with his length. Yoongi leaned forward and removed your bra before speaking. “Be a good girl and suck.”
You nodded before putting one of your hands on his length, stroking it a couple of times before putting your lips around the tip. You decide to tease him by licking and sucking the tip, and only the tip.
“If you keep teasing me like that, you’re gonna be in big trouble, y/n.” Yoongi speaks in a stern voice. Trying to push his buttons, you continued to do what you were doing.
Yoongi got fed up and placed his hand on the back of your head. “It seems like you want trouble.” He says before pushing your head down onto his length. You took more of him in your mouth. He began thrusting his hips into your mouth, making you take in all of it.
The back of you throat stung, but you loved every second of it. “You love it when I do this, don’t you, y/n?” Yoongi asked, as if you could answer.
Suddenly, he pulled you off of him, standing up and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist so you wouldn’t fall.
He walked to your bedroom, and while he walked, you felt his length brush against your core, which was still covered by your underwear. You sucked in a breath at the contact, causing Yoongi to laugh.
When he got you your room, Yoongi rested you on the bed, wasting no time before getting on top of you and attacking your lips with his.
Yoongi used this position as an advantage to grind down onto your clothed core, causing you to moan inside of his mouth. He chuckled before removing his lips from yours and putting them on one of your breasts. He used one of his hands to touch the breast that his lips weren’t on. He alternated between both breasts. You loved the feeling he was giving you.
Yoongi looked up at you, pressing his lips to yours as he slid your underwear off, both of you were both completely naked now.
“I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long, baby.” Yoongi admits before running his fingers up and down your folds. “You’re so wet for me. I love it, babe.”
You moaned as he stuck two fingers into you, not giving you time to adjust to them. Since you were so wet, his fingers glided in and out easily. He curled his fingers inside of you, touching the special spot that make you gasp.
“Yoongi.” You moaned. “What is it, baby girl?” He asks.
You just wanted him inside of you already.
You moaned again and since you didn’t answer his question, Yoongi spoke again. “Use your words, baby. Unless you’re not going to get what you want.” He smirked.
“You’re such a tease.” You say as his fingers kept going in and out of you. “I’m just getting started.” He says, pressing his fingers against your spot.
“Yoongi! Fuck!” You yelled, shutting your eyes tightly. “What do you want, baby girl?” He asks.
“I want you, inside of me.” You said. “I am inside of you.” He said.
“No. I want your cock inside of me. Right now, Yoongi.” You finally say. “You want my cock? Beg for it, baby.” He responds.
“Please, Yoongi. I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck me right now. I’m so wet for you. Please.” You begged. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He smiled, taking his fingers out of you.
He kissed your lips before aligning his length with your entrance. He gave you no time to prepare, or get used to it as he slid inside of you and began to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace.
He used one hand to prop himself up and placed the other hand on your thigh, gripping it as he easily pushed and pulled himself in and out of you.
He angled his hips a certain way and his length repeatedly pressed against your special spot as he went inside of you. “Oh my—yoongi!” You yelled, enjoying the pleasure that was being given to you.
“You like that? You like when I fuck you like this, y/n?” He asks before placing his lips on your neck.
He continued to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace. You were basically shaking from pleasure underneath him.
“Yoongi, I’m so close.” You informed him, feeling your orgasm reach closer and closer.
“I’m not letting you cum that easily. Beg me if you want to cum.” He tells you, looking at you.
You shook your head, teasing him.
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, shocked that you refused to obey him in a situation like this.
“Beg me.” He repeats himself.
You closed your eyes and bit your lip, holding back any sounds that would come from your mouth.
Yoongi suddenly pulled himself out of you completely before turning you so that you were laying with your stomach against the bed.
“On your hands and knees.” He instructs. You listened and did as told, having your ass on full display for him.
“I can’t believe you were being such a bad girl just then.” Yoongi says, rubbing both of your ass cheeks with his hands. “Do you know what bad girls get?” He asks.
You shook your head. “Bad girls get punished.” He tells you, just as you felt a sharp pain on your butt cheek.
Maybe More Than Friends (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)
Word Count: 4,729
Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: After Peter joined the Avengers, you were basically forced into spending a lot of time with him, being that your father is being that your father is the Tony Stark. Your relationship starts off fairly innocent being as Peter was fairly shy around you, and not to mention that Tony had strictly forbid you two from dating. But despite your best efforts, the sexual tension between you two is undeniable. And one night while the rest of the Avengers are out on a mission, leaving you and Peter alone, the sexual tension comes to a peak. Peter is 18 in this fic.
Warnings: Extreme fluff. Language. Smut smut smut
You remember the first time you met Peter Parker. It was embarrassing, to say the least.
It was a pretty unexpected meetup. You didn’t even know that he was in the tower. You were working in the lab with another one of your dad’s employees, helping design a suit for the new Avengers recruit, Spiderman. It was your first major job, and you were so focused that you hadn’t even noticed when your dad and Peter walked in.
“Hey, Y/N, meet the new recruit, Peter. Peter, meet Y/N, my daughter.” Tony said loudly as he entered the lab, startling you and making you hit your head on the wall.
Seamus and Harry are a couple. Draco really doesn't like that. (fanon) Pansy is just the person he needs
“Quick, Pansy, kiss
Pansy stares at Draco,
her face screwed up at the absurd suggestion. There are so many things wrong
with that statement. First, ew, she is not nearly drunk enough. Second, she
doesn’t like to be rushed. And third, most importantly, nobody tells Pansy what
“I will do no such thing. Why would you – “
her eyes scan the Gryffindor common room, following Draco’s gaze, and fall on
Harry Potter sitting on Seamus Finnigan’s lap – “Oh, I see now.” She sighs
loudly, accepting her duty as best friend, but also making sure Draco knows
just how unappealing she finds the idea. “Fine.”
The kiss is brief and
methodical and, all in all, incredibly disagreeable. Pansy only hopes that
Potter glances their way to see it so it isn’t all in vain. As soon as her
mouth is her own again, Pansy downs the rest of her firewhiskey. “Never, ever,
make me do that to your chapped lips again.”
“Sorry,” Draco says,
looking past Pansy – she’ll forgive his inattentiveness this once, “It’s just –
“You needed to make
“Yes and –“ Draco
pauses, and his eyes finally land on Pansy. About time. “How did you know it
Pansy snorts. Draco
really is an idiot sometimes. “Well you hardly have a crush on Finnigan do you?
And Blaise told me sometimes you say his name while – “
“I’ll have a word with
Blaise later,” Draco says quickly, a small blush appearing on his face – that
he would certainly deny if Pansy were to mention. “Now hold my hand, make it
look like we’re an established couple. I don’t want Potter thinking I’m
easy. If you put your arm – “
Draco’s voice falters,
his gaze back on Potter. Pansy turns to witness Potter and Finnigan locking
lips in a rather exaggerated fashion. It’s not romantic or erotic. It’s just a
kiss. The two must have zero chemistry, much like Pansy and Draco.
“Although, clearly, Potter is very easy.” Draco
puts on his cold, taunting voice but his own jealously is obvious.
Pansy rolls her eyes.
Sometimes dealing with Draco is like dealing with a small child. She moves beside
him and wraps an arm around his waist so they can stare at Potter and his
current boy toy together. The two have stopped kissing and are now drawing
patterns on each other’s hands. Gryffindors,
honestly. “Would you look at that, Draco dear? They’re holding hands. They
must be an established couple as
“Do you really think
so? Finnigan doesn’t seem like Potter’s type at all. And I’ve never seen them
alone together before. I would have noticed it if – “
“How about we go over
and find out?” Pansy shoves Draco hard and is pleased when he stumbles forward.
She enjoys catching him off guard.
“Wait – Pansy, no.”
Draco tries to protest but it’s too late. Potter has spotted them. He extracts
himself from Finnigan and stands up to greet them, a hand running through his
hair. Pansy has to hold back a smirk – she knows Draco loves when Potter does
that. Not that he’s ever said anything. He doesn’t have to.
“Malfoy. Parkinson,” Potter
says without even glancing at Pansy. Typical. And predictable.
Finnigan stands up
beside Potter. Draco – what a surprise! – ignores this. “Potter.”
“Finnigan,” Pansy adds,
only to annoy Draco. He gives her a reproachful side eye before returning his
gaze to Potter. She suspects it’s the last time he’ll glance her way tonight.
They all stand there
in silence. Potter staring intently at Draco. Draco staring intently at Potter.
And Finnigan sharing a knowing look with Pansy. At least he’s not as stupid as
he looks then.
Finally, Potter speaks
up. “I didn’t know if you’d come tonight.”
“I never miss a party…even
if it is hosted by Gryffindors.”
It’s not true. Draco
has missed several parties over the years. But at this stage, Pansy doesn’t
think Potter or Draco would even notice if she spoke so she keeps her mouth
“Might be time for a
Slytherin party next,” Potter says.
Draco is clearly
holding back a smile. Pansy bets he is creaming his bloody pants at getting to
have an actual conversation with Potter. “We get a little wild in the dungeons.”
They don’t. “Are you sure you could handle it, Potter?
“I think I could rise
to the challenge.”
whispers to Finnigan. Honestly, Potter’s clearly got it as bad as Draco. It’s
embarrassing to watch this train wreck unfold.
“So, Finnigan, that’s
new.” Draco doesn’t even acknowledge that the person in question is still by
Potter’s side. Finnigan shoots Pansy an amused look at being blatantly ignored.
Things are clearly not serious with Potter.
“Very. And Parkinson?”
“I’m right here you
know?” Pansy interjects, unable to hold back. But it makes no difference anyway.
Only Finnigan hears her.
“It’s been a while,”
Draco lies. Pansy wants to smack him around the head. Sure, she is happy to
help make Potter jealous but there’s no need to exaggerate.
“Really? I always
thought you were just friends?”
“Yes, well, there’s a
lot you don’t know about me.”’
“Like how he calls out
your name every night in bed,” Pansy mutters underneath her breath. Finnigan,
at least, catches and appreciates the jab if no one else does.
“Of course. Sorry
Malfoy, I didn’t mean to question you. I’m just having a hard time grasping you
and Parkinson together. I thought you were…you know.” Potter trails off, a hand
rubbing the back of his neck.
Pansy holds back a
groan. It’s like listening to children with these two.
“Gay? Like you?”
bisexual,” Potter corrects. “But yeah.”
“Finnigan doesn’t seem
like your type.”
Finnigan flips a half-hearted
bird at Draco. Not that he notices.
“And Parkinson doesn’t
seem like yours.”
“Because I’m out of his league,” Pansy points
out, flipping her own violent bird at
Potter. She doesn’t know why she’s even bothering standing here anymore.
Draco takes a step
forward. “So, what’s my type then, Potter?”
Potter mimics Draco’s
action so that they’re almost chest to chest – Really? “What’s mine?”
“You need someone who
doesn’t hero worship you, someone who will hold you accountable for all your
actions, someone who isn’t afraid of your temper. You need someone who challenges you.”
Pansy shares a
confused look with Finnigan – did they rehearse this or something? Draco’s not
usually this smooth with his words, especially with Potter in such close
“And you need someone
who understands your vulnerability but doesn’t use it against you, someone who
treats you gently, someone whose affection is unwavering. You need someone who forgives you.”
They must have rehearsed this. Pansy has
never heard Potter say anything remotely intelligent before. And she hasn’t
known him to be particularly observant either.
“And I suppose you
could never forgive me after all that I’ve done?” Draco hits back, still just
as smooth. This is getting ridiculous.
“I already have,”
Potter responds immediately as if reading a line from a script. From a terrible
cheesy muggle romance movie that Pansy would never be caught dead watching. Yet
here she is witnessing this sappy display.
“What about Finnigan?”
“I was using him to
make you jealous,” Potter admits. Pansy looks to Finnigan for confirmation – he
winks. “Did it work?”
Despite using the
exact same trick himself, Pansy can see Draco is outraged at being manipulated.
“Fuck you, Potter.”
And then they’re
kissing. Enthusiastically. Way too
close to Pansy’s face. She can see every stray strand of saliva, hear every
lubricated slide of their mouths. It’s revolting. And worse still, they’ve
become the centre of the attention at the party, eyes drawn to Draco and
Potter’s embrace with Pansy and Finnigan standing by awkwardly, looking like
Pansy could spoil it
by pinching the hairs on the back of Draco’s neck in vengeance for being
ignored. Luckily, she’s feeling particularly generous tonight, and she’d never
admit it, but seeing Draco with Potter is sweet. In a disgusting, horrible, sappy
way of course. But still, sweet. Now she just has to focus on her own happy
ending. She spies Hermione Granger’s amongst the watchful eyes around them and
takes her moment:
Tom and you had been dating for a little over seven months –
agreeing to take things slow between you two, especially when both of your schedules
were busy, you two had very rare physically
intimate moments. It had started with shameless flirting, not expecting it
to go any further than that. Then, out of nowhere, you two were going on dates.
They weren’t official, he’d ask if you wanted to get ice cream with him, some
days coffee. You’d ask him if he’d like to come over and watch a movie or go to
the park with you. It was very subtle, so subtle that neither of you realized
what was happening. Soon enough, verbal ‘goodnights’
became kisses on the cheeks, slowly turning into kisses on the mouth.
Summary: Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.
Warnings: the usual +
Mention of Cheating, Mention of Emotionally Abusive Relationship
You woke up with a start, unsure where you were. The distant
sound of laughter filled the room and you rolled to your side, groaning. The
light filtering through the curtains was bright enough to see by, but your eyes
were still blurry from sleep.
“It’s barely seven!” Bucky groaned.
His head appeared just above the mattress as he sat up from
the floor. He was at eye level with you and yawned widely, not bothering to
cover his mouth. You buried your face into the pillow, mumbling something about
“So this is what you look like in the morning,” he said,
stretching his back. “Interesting.”