sorry for the low quality but i had to make something

Lately, I’ve been seeing something slightly bothersome around studyblr, and I just want to say something about it. Basically, there seems to be this attitude cropping up (or at least that I’ve seen/heard about more frequently these days) that your grades reflect your level of effort, or that by simply working hard and putting more effort in, your grades will automatically improve. I disagree.

Yes, there are certainly some cases where you’re already proficient in a class and if you just put in the extra time to study, you’d do better. But there are some classes where grades are not a measure of the level of effort you put in, and therein lies my biggest issue with the grading system and these types of studyblr posts in general. This was certainly the case with me in honors physics (so bear with me, because I have a very large point to make with the following anecdote).

Personally, I’ve always had “easy A” classes where I don’t have to work hard; my brain and academic strengths simply favor me in that particular subject, so with minimal effort I can still be top in the class. And then I see peers who go in for tutoring every day, who spend hours studying and meeting with teachers, who basically invest 100 times the effort I do… and still can’t get above a B or C.

This is not to mention people who take classes that are “reaches” and, accordingly, don’t do so well – even though they work hard – because it’s a challenge. Then there are those who take lower level classes but have capabilities beyond that – and don’t need to put effort in – thus giving them an unfairly easy A. Does their A mean that they work harder? That they’re a better student, studier, scholar, intellectual? Hell to the no.

English is one of those “easy A” classes for me. I’m just innately strong in verbal-linguistic intelligence (going off of Gardner’s theory of multiple intelligences), so I’ve literally never had to study for English tests or reading comp/writing. But put me in other classes, particularly science classes? Well, that’s something else entirely.

Which brings me to junior year honors physics. 

Guys, I studied my ASS off, for hours at a time. I desperately Skyped people in my class nearly every night to try to understand the homework and spent every lunch block trying to master the material. I met with my physics teacher and tutor all the time and had a dozen anxiety attacks (and I mean actual, diagnosed anxiety attacks) over that one class because I tried harder than I’ve ever tried… and I got a B for the whole year. I was the one who dreaded seeing that red number scrawled on my test, who shoved it into my backpack before others could see and blinked back tears, thinking, But I studied so hard!

Physics was a nightmare I was desperate to forget by the end of junior year. But then a couple things happened that shocked me, and I instantly thought of them when I read some of these posts about good effort = good grades.

Now, my physics teacher, who has a reputation for being on the strict side and being a tough grader, has had four teaching assistants (TAs) in five years of teaching. Most science teachers at my school have as many as five a year. At the end of 11th grade, after I’d scraped by with a B in his class, he asked me if I wanted to be a TA. Out of the entire grade – out of the multitude of students I’d watched parade past with straight A’s and “that test was so easy” and “I barely studied” and “sorry Edye I don’t know how else to explain it to you” – he chose me.

I think I (very graciously) blurted out, “What? Why?” because I was so taken aback. He said that I was hardworking and dedicated – that I’d always gone above and beyond in my studying and meeting with him – and he wanted someone like me to be a TA. I was flattered, and I thoroughly enjoyed being a TA during senior year. (Also, anyone who doesn’t think he’s super nice is incredibly wrong. He’s awesome.)

Two years later, I got to read his college recommendation for me. Bear in mind that I was not, based on my grades, a top student in his class. And this is what he wrote for his opening line:

Honors Physics is a rigorous course that draws from the strongest students in the junior class and Edye proved to be one of those students.

What? He had seen my report card, right? I got worse grades than all of my friends. I got a goddamn 66 on a test in that class, my all time low. He continued:

One of the many examples of Edye’s commitment [is when she] had been ill and missed quite a bit of school and consequently had a lot of school work to make up in all of her classes.  Many students in this situation would take one or more classes pass / fail for the quarter; Edye would not take the pass/fail option and insisted she complete all the work and complete it with the grade she would earn.  She did in fact complete all of the work and with a B-.  A remarkable accomplishment considering she kept current with her studies while making up all of the missed work.

He called a B-minus “a remarkable accomplishment.” Did he say “too bad she didn’t put enough effort in, which was reflected in a B-minus” or “she only got a B-minus, so I guess she didn’t try hard enough”? No, he praised the amount of effort I put in, even though I didn’t even get a “good” grade.

I’m hardly one to knock putting in effort, but what bothers me is that this attitude, that effort = good grades, has the potential to make people feel bad. To feel like if they aren’t acing a class even though they’re studying harder than anybody else, well, they just aren’t trying hard enough. Yes, grades are important. So is effort. But they are not always directly correlated. As is evidenced by my story, sometimes people who get lower grades have worked even harder then those who got high grades. And, if they’re lucky, this will be acknowledged. (I can certainly attest that while I’ve been praised by English teachers for my writing skills and intellect, they’ve never singled me out for putting in an exceptional amount of effort. They know that while I’m proactive and responsible, I don’t try super hard because, well, I don’t really need to in order to get a good grade.)

Encourage other students to put in a reasonable amount of effort; recommend different study methods. But don’t tell them that good effort = good grades. Teach them to measure their success by looking at how productive they’re being, how proactive they are in reaching out for help, how dedicated they are to their education, how resilient they are in the face of obstacles, how committed they are to school. Admire those who refuse to take the easy way out, even if they only get a C. These qualities, which are far more important than a 4.0, just don’t always translate directly into good grades.

I dislike seeing this message all over Tumblr, that to get better grades you just have to try harder – which carries with it the implication that if you don’t get good grades, it’s because you aren’t putting enough effort in – when I know from firsthand experience that this is not always true. I strongly believe in trying to be the best student you can be, rather than trying to be in the top 5%. But in the end, do what works for you. Just take it with a grain of salt.

And to my followers, and anyone reading this… please know that, if you work hard regardless of your grades, you are already a model student, and you are absolutely someone I look up to.

Creators Misunderstanding Their Fan Base: Undertale

I love Undertale, so do many others. However, I love Undertale because of the fan base. I have met so many kind and determined individuals that I wouldn’t have met otherwise if not for Undertale. Many of these people are artists, and it’s nice to see the same characters drawn in so many different styles. Even better is when there is a story written about Undertale, a what if this happened instead of this? Great examples of this are Dreamtale, by @jokublog (currently not theirs more about that later), Glitchverse, by @camilaart, and Xtale/Underverse, by Jackei/@xtaleunderverse. There are many more alternate stories/universes I would love to share but I really want to focus on these two right now. As you may or may not know, both these creators make animations/comics based off their story lines, and they are incredible. The amount of effort that goes into each and every frame of animation is jaw dropping to say the least. The story is also pretty great compared to most, especially Glitchtale’s constant subversion of every expectation and Underverse’s imaginative plot and character portrayal are no small feat either. It’s immediately clear that a lot of effort goes into their work to make it as great as possible and create their animations fairly quickly. However, I’m not here to simply sing their praises because the title isn’t “Amazing Undertale Universes You Have To See To Believe” no, this is “Creators Misunderstanding Their Fan Base: Undertale” 

 Recently a story came out about Joku threatening to use her fan base against another person who was just giving feedback on a shirt that they made. This led to them deleting their blog and now it’s being held by a nice individual so that Joku can have the name back if she wants. Joku makes sure people know that she is getting lots of hate over this misbehavior of hers. She’s making it seem like her fan base is full of haters that demand comics every week and don’t care about the person behind the project at all. Her “fans” led her to deleting her blog that she had used for a while now, over one small incident. That’s. Not. True. Joku’s fans are passionate, without a doubt, but they have huge amounts of respect for the amount of work that goes into this complex narrative that Joku is almost always working on. Joku, you’re fans are there, making fan art, liking your posts, and sending positive words your way, but you don’t care about that, do you? You just want to show everyone that you can overcome the haters by yourself, but you can’t, nobody can on their own. You say you ignore the haters, but dealing with what I’ve heard people say about you in silence, isn’t a great idea. If you open up more to your audience, show your real fans that you still care about them, I have no doubt that there will be a shift in the types of people who view your content. I along with many others didn’t hate you for what you did, was it a bit uncalled for? Yea, a little bit, but that one incident with someone WHO’S ALREADY FORGIVEN AND APOLOGIZED FOR MAKING IT PUBLIC, shouldn’t have led to you deleting your blog. The blog is being held for you, your choices are to reset back to zero and build your blog all over again, or quit and leave everyone.

 Jackei, the creator of Xtale and Underverse, is passionate about her work. Her amazing narrative and intense animations make it a joy to experience through and through, but she has her flaws as well. One day you’ll get a hilarious shitpost from Jackei about how she got braces, the next a comic about how she is having to stand against her fans barrage of negativity. I’m saying it right now that there is a difference in HATING and CRITICIZING and it’s easy to tell which is which. Hate usually is opinionated, relying on the same feeling from others to help boost their opinion into more of a fact. Fans that criticize a work however often point out actual problems with the product they were presented with. Maybe the animation was a bit low quality in some places, or maybe the dialog didn’t add anything to the situation, but whatever it is its a real problem that they just shed light on for you. Those fans care, unlike the haters you insist are your fans. Many people really love your intense devotion to your work, making comics often along with incredible animations that have breathtaking moments a plenty, but it sucks when someone you hugely respect talks down to you. You make it clear that whenever you get hate you try to deal with it in silence, and for the most part if you are a strong enough person that works out really well for you. Not only does it improve your image as a creator but it makes fans think much much more of you as a person. However, you show us that side of you way too much, and its clear you want to be that person you portray yourself as. You’ve gotten much better about showing us that you can withstand the hate sent your way, and your shitposts/memes are always a joy to behold, but why not show off the better side of your fan base, the people who really care about you and your work. It’d make a difference in how you view your fans. Just remember Jackei, haters shout loud because they want others to hear them, but when a fan comments, they don’t even expect an answer from anyone.

 Camila is an incredible artist as well, creating a 20 minute animation in less than 4 months is unreal. On top of that the animations feature a standard of quality not usually seen in animations made in the same amount of time. However, Camila is known to harp on people for asking when the latest episode is going to come out. Her response is usually a meme or her telling them to chill and just wait. Camila has the opposite issue that Jackei does, she will show all the asks about when the episode is coming out, making it seem like that’s all her fan base cares about. That and her talking down to her fans often, sometimes calling them stupid for not understanding a small detail in the animation. She’s who Jackei strives to be, impervious to all hate sent her way. To be honest, it’s not the best way to act towards your fans, sometimes people honestly just want to know because they are hyped for the next episode. Especially with the amount of information Camila will spoil about the episode, when in reality it’s mostly misdirection to make hers fans come to one conclusion before the episode even starts, just so she can subvert everyone’s expectations in the end. It’s incredible how many times I knew what would happen just because I followed Camila’s tumblr, @camilaart. Camila, I desperately wanted to donate $50 to you on patreon after you lost part of your house because I desired to talk to the biggest inspiration in my life at the time. To be honest I still want to, but I’m only 15 and I have no income for which to donate to either of you, sorry /;-;/. Camila, your awe inspiring, I just wish you would act more mature and be more loyal to people. After what happened to Jackei you threw her under the bus, reblogging what she said just to garner it more exposure. It’s shocking how many people you turn on after someone comes out with something bad about that person, like Jackei and Ultima almighty. You’re getting much better though about pointing out positive things, like animators and artists who have almost no exposure on youtube, is pretty amazing. It’d be amazing though, if you could use the positives to detract haters instead of memes. You’re a role model for some people whether you want to believe it or not, and sometimes people take anything that role models say as undeniable fact. Your on the right path, please don’t reset again. 

(Everything I said are just my thoughts on these two amazing animators, I just really want to get these out their so that maybe they will both see this post and reflect on themselves as creators. I plan to do more of these but I don’t what topics/people to do yet. And guys, don’t hate these artists just for me pointing out a few things wrong with them, that’s the complete opposite of what I’m trying to say. If you don’t like them, then just ignore them, it’s as simple as that. Thanks for reading this, it truly means a lot to me.) 

((OMG!!! THANK YOU GUYS I MADE A HUGE MISTAKE. I INTENDED TO MAKE IT 3 SECTIONS AND ACCIDENTALLY MADE TWO THE FIRST TIME COMBINING JACKEI AND JOKU I AM SO SORRY!!! THANK YOU FOR POINTING THIS OUT TO ME!))

The drunk reveal no one asked for and the cracker shenanigans

Okay, so look at this. It is 8000+ words. Fucking hell. All the thanks to @lunian who is the mastermind behind this gem. Let’s roll. Also, it isn’t proof read cause seriously guys, who has time to proofread 21 pages of crack. Sorry for any gramamr mistake


Marinette looked around the living room, from the music system to the table covered with bowl and bags off what could easily be all the snacks found on the French market. Marinette wasn’t especially in the mood to party, she would have rather stayed at home and finish some designs, especially after the fact that there was an akuma that morning that managed to ruin her sleeping late plans. But Alya insisted, saying there wil be amiliar faces too. And Marinette totally didn’t come because Alya promised Nino is brinign her a certain blond someone who just arrived back to Paris from one year exchange in Milano. Totally not. She was perfectly content with having a friendly conversation with Adrien after only seeing him through Skype for a year. Until he walked in the room. And Marinette finally understood just how low quality the skype camera was.

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❝ I know, but I am your idiot ❞

Plot: Jungkook jokingly makes fun of you and hurts your feels but makes it up to you 

Pairing: Jungkook xReader

Words Count: 2,1k+

Genre: Slightly angst/ Fluff

For Anon, I hope you like it cutie!

 - kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by jengkook

‘Jagiya!!!’ A voice called through your apartment.

‘In here!’ You called from the lounge.

Your handsome boyfriend came walking in with a smile on his face, ‘And just where I left you.’

‘Ha-ha-ha, very funny.’ You mock, jumping up from the couch and into his arms.

He happily received you into his warm embrace as he wrapped his strong arms around your built and lifted you into the air. With one fluid movement, he spun the both of you as your legs wrapped around his waist. Coming to a stand still, you both looked into each others eyes before he closed the gap between the both of you. You accepted his soft touch, as your lips moulded together and he inserted his tongue when your lips parted for him. He tasted every inch as if it was his first time.

Air being needed, you pulled away and pecked his nose, ‘How was America?’

‘Oh sweetheart,’ He carried the both of you to the couch and sat down, ‘It was amazing. Like the language was slightly hard but Joon hyung helped us every step of the way. I wish you were with me!’

‘You know I would have come if I could.’ You stroked his face, ‘I missed you a lot.’

‘I miss you too.’ He replied, brushing your short hair out of your eyes before a teasing smile spread on his face, ‘Yah! Why can’t you have long hair like normal girls?!’

‘You know that I don’t like long hair.’ You rolled you eyes.

This hadn’t been the first time Jungkook teased you about your choice in having short hair. You liked the way it looked on you and to be honest, it was less admin compared to long hair. It wasn’t as if your hair was cut in a boy hairstyle, but being Jungkook, he didn’t ever take that into consideration. You loved him very much, but his childish qualities made you want to run into the wall sometimes.

‘And why can’t you wear skirts and dresses like other girls?’ He joked around once again.

‘Because shorts and jeans are more comfortable.’ You rolled your eyes.

He placed a hand on your leg and tugged at the material slightly, ‘More like sweatpants and pyjamas.’

‘Only when I am home!’ You retaliated, anger running high and feeling hurt, ‘Did you comeback from America just to point out what it wrong with me?’

’Well n-no Y/N -’

‘If you hate the idea of how I dress and look, then why are you with me?’ You pushed him away, tears brimming your eyes, ‘I am sorry that my comfort and choice of clothing does not suit your ideal type, Jungkook.’

‘Jagiya, I-’

‘I’m sorry that I am not like those female idols and models. I AM SORRY THAT I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!’

With that, you ran towards your bedroom and slammed the door with a swift lock, ‘I was just joking….’

Throwing yourself on the bed, you sobbed into the pillow that still lingered with his scent. Angry and pissed, you threw it towards the chest of drawer located close to the door. The object hit a picture frame that came crashing to the ground, shards of glass decorating around the wooden frame. Clutching your legs to your chest, you cradled yourself as the tears flowed from your eyes. Crying, a knock came from the other side of the door.

‘Go away!’ You shouted, ‘Get out of my apartment right now!’

‘Jagiya, I am sorry.’ He apologised, resting his forehead on the door while his fist still stayed attached to the wood ‘I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just joking.’

‘Well you have a pretty cynical way of joking.’ You sniffed.

‘You are just so cute when you get all upset.’ He tried to lighten the mood.

‘Then I must be fucking adorable right now!’ You seethed, ‘Just get out!’

‘But you tease the ones you love!’ He tried to reason.

‘LEAVE!’

Sighing, he walked away from the door. Message after message, he flooded your phone.

I am sorry baby!

Please let me in? I never meant to hurt you, I would never do that on purpose!

BABY PLWEAAASSEEE! You know I will beg until you let me. You are my one and only, I tease you because I love you. Baby please….

Eventually the messages stopped going through and he figured that you switched your phone off. Every now and then, he would knock on your door and you would scream and shout at him all over again. Jungkook teased you a lot, and you were okay with it. This time just made you feel lower of the low. He had just visited a different country with thousands of beautiful woman and was surrounded by dozens on a daily basis. It felt as if he was comparing you to something you knew you could never become. You were a simple girl studying animation, nothing more and nothing less. Just mundane.

‘Baby?’ He knocked for the fiftieth time as two hours passed before an idea kicked in, ‘The spare key!’ Running to the counter, he opened it up and found the treasure, ‘Bingo!’ Back before your door, he unlocked it with a victory ‘Jagiy….’ He faded out at the sight of you passed out on the bed, ‘Aish, why did you cry yourself to sleep?’

Stroking the side of your face with his index finger, he pulled the sheets back and tucked you in. You snuggled into the sheets and all but smiled when you felt a pillow in your arms. It was the one you threw away. Jungkook pecked your forehead and walked to the shattered frame on the floor. Clicking his fingers, he ran a few errands before coming back to your place an hour later. Slowly you shifted and sat up, rubbing your eyes. Blinking, you noticed a bunch of roses on your chest of draws alongside the picture. But it was in a different frame. Slowly the door opened and Jungkook peeked in.

‘You awake.’ He beamed, pushing the door more and entering with a tray,

‘Did I not ask you to leave?’ You crossed your arms, glaring at him.

‘You did,’ He agreed, placing the tray down, ‘But you know I don’t listen, I am the maknae at the of day.’

‘I don’t want to repeat myself, Jungkook.’ Your voice cold.

‘And neither do I. I made your favourite by the way, but it’s hot so be carful.’ He motioned to the cup of steaming hot chocolate on the bedside table.

‘Jungkook…’ You were about to complain before he placed a finger on your lips and silence you.

‘Enough with the threats, okay?’ He stated, ‘Listen I am sorry for what I said. Sometimes I speak and think you will understand what I mean, but this time I was wrong. So wrong that it caused you pain, and to be honest baby, I hate myself more then anything. The fact that I made you cry made me want to run into moving traffic.’ He held your cheek, brushing your hands over the tear stains, ‘Those tears should never be anything but good happy ones.’

‘But-’

‘Let me finish. Yes you aren’t an idol or model, but I do not care! If I wanted those types, I would be dating them. Y/N, we have known each other since junior high and I have never been the happiest when you agreed to be mine.’

‘I’m so plain and boring.’ You sighed, pulling away from his touch.

‘You say that, but I see a girl who is interesting and different.’ He encouraged, ‘A girl that doesn’t care what anything thinks,’ He leaned in and brushed his lips against your, ‘A girl who makes me proud and happy that she is mine…and only mine.’

You leaned in thinking he was going to kiss you but he quickly scooped you in his arms, flinging you over his shoulder ‘Yah!! Kookie, put me down!’

‘No,’ He looked behind him with a warm smile, ‘I am still apologising.’

‘Still?’ You asked him with a raised brow.

‘So first, we are adorned with a bouquet of beautiful roses,’ He walked by the drawers, ‘The scent that lingers on you everyday and makes me feel like I am floating. Second we are confronted with a picture of you and I. The picture taken on your senior dance and one of my favourite moments I have shared with you so far, and with many more to come. The frame is a sleek black one because of the dress you wore.’

‘You are so cheesy.’ You huffed.

‘Oh baby, you don’t even know the half it.’ He walked out the door.

Your nostrils were ambushed by the scent of sweet smelling fumes and was lightly light with fairy lights. The furniture was rearranged and pillows scattered on the ground. In the middle lay a tray of all your favourite foods and drinks. The TV was on and before it laid a bunch of DVD’s which were all animation. Walking in, you still hung on his shoulder before he got into the centre of the room. Placing you down, he circled his arms around your waist and kissed your neck as he stood behind your body.

‘Before us we see the setting of our first day,’ He reminded, ‘The night we made a blanket fort and watched movies all night with laughs and amazing food.’

‘Kookie…’ You whispered, all anger seeping out.

‘The movies on the floor represent you and I.’ He pointed at them as you removed yourself from his hold and picked up the films, ‘And since you learning to be an animator as well.’

‘Lady and the Tramp?’ You asked with a raised brow.

‘You are my lady, elegant and beautiful while I am the run of the mill tramp.’ He pointed out.

‘You aren’t a tramp.’ You chuckled before picking another, ‘Tangled?’

‘What more then an artistic girl and a goofy man who fall in love through adventure. I want to have many with you Jagiya.’

‘Beauty and the Beast?’

‘A little rough around the edges but I have found my beauty who will turn me into the prince.’

Tears slowly began to well in your eyes as you looked at movie after movie, finally looking at one with a cocked head, ‘Big Hero 6?’

‘You will always be my Baymax, to hold and comfort me through the hard and rough,’ He knelt before you and kissed your forehead, ‘Someone who will never give up on me and always make me feel better.’

‘Jungkook….’ You sniffed.

‘No more tears…please.’ He pressed his forehead against yours, ‘I have caused enough pain for one day.’

‘But this isn’t pain,’ You looked at him, ‘This is tears of happiness, the only tears I am allowed to shed remember?’ He nodded in agreement, ‘But why are you doing this?’

‘What?’

‘Showing me all this love after I wanted you out?’

He chuckled with a hearty laugh, ‘Because you are my Princess and I am nothing but the little frog that will make you happy even if you don’t see it quite yet.’

‘Princess and the Frog reference?’ You asked with a raised brow.

‘I would say its my life motto, but sure, movie reference it is.’ He kissed your nose.

‘Neither,’ You said softly, ‘You aren’t a frog. You are the handsome Jungkook whom is my prince and man I love with every ounce of my heart.’ You admitted, ‘I am sorry for snapping at you…’

‘No I deserved it. I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was wrong of me and I am the one sorry for teasing you.’

‘Well you know what they say, you tease the ones you love.’ You smirked

‘Yah! That isn’t fair, I said that and you wanted to throw me out your house!’

‘That shows how much I love you.’ You smiled, brushing your lips against his and closing the deal with a sweet simple kiss.

It was nothing but a pressing of your lips in his. There was no movement at all, just the two of you frozen and soaking up each others presences and warmth . He had done a lot to make it up to you and proved that he was dearly sorry and loved you will every ounce of his heart. You felt his thumb stroking your cheek as you pulled apart and looked into his eyes deeply.

‘You are such a tease.’ He said softly.

‘Says the pot to the kettle.’ You shrugged your shoulders, standing up with him in tow. He laughed as he shook his head and lifted you in a tight hug, ‘You are such an idiot sometimes.’

‘I know, but I am your idiot Y/N. I love you….’

Beauty And The Buck

Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.7K
Warnings: Angst, fluff, swearing

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write and post!

“What’re you watching?” you jump as the gruff voice sounds through the dark living room. Your heart begins to race before you even turn around to confirm who was standing behind the couch. It was Bucky, you would know that voice anywhere.

Glancing over your shoulder, you give the super soldier a small smile, “Tangled,” you inform him, “I’d ask you to join but it’s almost done,” you curse yourself, watching a movie with Bucky would be a perfect way to get to know your crush better,

“It’s really good quality,” Bucky keeps his eyes locked on the huge tv, while you keep your eyes locked on him. It was dark in the lounge room, the only source of light coming from the tv, but you can see that he’s tired; bloodshot eyes and dark circles giving it away.

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The Three Mistakes Of Wen Junhui (Minghao/The8 and Jun x Male Reader Threesome)

The Three Mistakes Of Wen Junhui (And One Really Great Decision)

Author: Finn

Word Count: 6.4k

Summary: Jun has no idea how he’s gotten himself into this mess (but he really, really likes it).

(A/N: This is officially the longest and filthiest thing I have ever written. I’d be ashamed of how shameless it is but I spent a really long time on it… I’m sorry for deviating so much from the original prompt but I had a lot of fun writing it, so… I hope you all enjoy it! ~Finn)

(Warnings: Daddy/Master kink, slut-shaming, blowjobs, spitroasting, Extreme Gay™, overstimulation, double penetration, Minghao is a little shit, awkwardness towards the end)

(Admin Note: my beautiful son has done it again. I cannot even begin to express how blown away I am by this and by all of his work - he’s gonna one-up me on my own blog if I’m not careful. (I’m gonna need to post some life ending smut soon to top this. cause this is pretty damn life ending). just. Finn. wow. gonna steal my Golden Dick award. damn. a Momma has never been more proud. -Tanisha<3)

The car is quiet. Jun stirs imperceptibly, becoming aware of the silence from his earphones and a low murmuring voice from somewhere just behind him – are those Chinese words?

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10

When I started Stargate, I got the part, I was sooothrilled to have this incredible character, to be playing someone in the military and I had so much respect, to be playing someone who’s so smart and so liberated and… I thought, “Yes!”

I had two weeks to move from Toronto to Vancouver. I flew out there, I had my first wardrobe fitting. And one of the things that was in… the thing that was in the wardrobe room was a very low-cut tank top and a push-up bra…

And I turned to the costume designer - whom I’ve worked with since, who’s wonderful - and I said, “What… What is this?”
And she said “Well, they wanna see what you look like in it.”
And I said, “…but this… nobody in the military, no captain in the US airforce would wear this… while her male counterparts are wearing crew neck T-shirts and… I c… I… I can’t do it!”
And she said, “Well, they just wanna see what you look like and take a picture and…”

I was like “…”

And I panicked because I thought I have just been given this amazing opportunity - I didn’t know it would last 10 years but I knew it was gonna be a kick-ass show - and I was like… “I can’t do it…”

And I started to cry and I said, “You have to go upstairs and tell them I’m not doing it. And if it means that they recast the part then recast the part but you’ve cast a smart woman and you’ve cast somebody who’s never tried to get a job based on her looks or her body. I’ve always played strong, smart women, I… I can’t do it. So if they wanna recast the part I totally get it but I’m not playing that version of this character.”

But I’m saying this while I’m blubbering because I’m suffering that I’ve just lost maybe the best job of my career…

And so she said, “Okay” and I said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ve never been difficult, I don’t… but I can’t do that!”

So she went upstairs and she came back down and she said, “Okay, no problem.”
And I said, “Okay, so what’s my costume?”
And she said, “Well…”
And I said, “Just… What are the guys wearing?”

So she handed me a black T-Shirt and the BDUs, which is what my character would wear in the field with her male counterparts, and that’s where we went from there.

But that to me was the defining moment of…

And I still cry about it because I still remember that young woman on the verge of breaking into the… new something big, being petrified that she was gonna loose it, but… I knew that I couldn’t play the TNA version of Sam Carter.

And to the powers-that-be, great credit, I don’t think that it was Brad or Jonathan or Rob or any of those guys who were asking for it, I think it might have been, you know, much higher up.
But to their great credit they were like, “No, absolutely not. She’s… okay, whatever she’s comfortable in.”

And… thank God that they went that route.
But that was… that was one of the defining moments.

~ Amanda Tapping ~
Shore Leave 2013

empressarisu  asked:

Do you know that post about an uber driver surprising passengers with puppies inside their cab? Because I dreamed about it last night but with victuuri. Like, driver!victor with makkachin and his pups at the backseat, then passenger!yuuri enters and victor just stares at him bc wow what an angel??? 'pls marry me we'll travel the world and raise these puppies together???' Lmao it's just so cute too bad i woke up right after that it's such a nice dream ;//

On Victor Nikiforov’s Uber profile it says: prefers passengers with pets.

Yuuri doesn’t have a pet with him, but he does need a ride, so he figures ‘prefer’ is going to have to be the operative word in this situation. Phichit hadn’t been able to give him a ride, something had come up, so he’s leaning against the brick wall outside of a diner. There are waves of rain beating down on the sidewalk in front of him and a tiny, maroon awning is his only savior.

When he sees a white convertible pull up, he squints, wondering if this could possibly be his driver. Deciding to take the risk, he hurries into the rain and peers into the window. There’s a man inside, too blurry to make out, but he’s waving to him, so Yuuri opens the back door.

And…

(No, this can’t be the right car.)

“Come in, you’re going to get soaked!” the man calls, and there’s a playfulness to his voice, an invitation.

“You have dogs,” Yuuri blurts, as though the man doesn’t know that there are currently five brown poodles habituating the back of his fancy convertible.

The man–Victor, Yuuri reminds himself–nods. “That one is Makkachin, he’s the oldest. And that one is Spot–do you see the spot on his back?–and that one is Bella, she’s the troublemaker, and then that’s Charlie…”

“Right, okay,” Yuuri blurts, and he gets into the car, shutting the door behind him. A dog lays down on his lap. He can’t buckle his seatbelt.

“Where are you heading?”

Yuuri swallows. “Um, doesn’t it say in your, uh, thing?”

Victor looks at his GPS. He’s definitely attractive, Yuuri notes. “Yes, I suppose it does. Just trying to make conversation.”

“Oh, right, sorry. Um, I can’t get my seatbelt on.”

“Oh, Makka!” Victor scolds, looking over his shoulder. “You can just push him off, it’s fine. Just be gentle, please.”

Yuuri tries to push the dog off, but he whines and keeps his head on Yuuri’s thigh. He doesn’t have the heart to try again, so he just prays that Victor is a good driver. “So why, um, why the dogs?”

“Why not?”

(Fair enough.)

Victor turns a corner and Yuuri holds onto Makkachin, trying to keep him from slipping. “Aren’t they cute?” Victor asks, sounding hopeful.

“Yeah, they are,” he admits, patting Makkachin’s head. “Are they all poodles?”

“Yes!”

“I used to have a poodle.”

Victor frowns, looking at him through the rearview mirror. “They’re very loyal dogs. They like riding around, meeting passengers. I’ve never seen Makkachin take as much of a liking to one as he has to you, though.”

He blushes and ducks his head. “Really?”

“Really. In fact, it’d be a shame if he were to never see you again after this ride, so maybe you should give me your phone number. So that you can visit. For the dog’s happiness.”

(Well, that escalated quickly.)

He tries to figure out whether or not Victor is asking him out.

But, it’s for the dog’s happiness, after all.

“S-Sure. I mean, I do need rides sometimes….”

“You’ll be my priority customer,” Victor promises. “Now hold on.”

“Haha oka–what?”

They swing around a tight corner, Yuuri is thrown against the door. The dogs don’t look at all disturbed, they maintain their places and pant happily at the man in the front seat. “Sorry about that!”

He clutches his heart. “Yeah… Yeah, no problem.”

“Wow, you’re even cuter when you’re flustered,” Victor muses, watching the rearview mirror again.

Yuuri, on the other hand, watches the road. “Look out!”

He glances down at the road, swings their car to the right. “Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

“D-Definitely fine,” Yuuri repeats, unsure.

Then, they’re at his stop. “See you soon?”

(For the dog, Yuuri thinks.)

(For the dog, and for that man’s stunningly gorgeous eyes.)

“Sure. See you soon.”

anonymous asked:

Ah I don't mean to bother you but do you have any advice on how to deal with depression I'm sorry for bothering you I just don't know what to do

 Hey, it’s ok yeah you can totally ask me. I’m probably not the best person to go to because I’m not a therapist or whatever, but I definitely have experience with dealing with Depression so, I’ll tell what you helped me. and hope that maybe it helps you in some way shape or form. 

So when I was in this abusive relationship with my ex, I hit total rock bottom and I have never been so low in my entire life. Honestly if you met me now, and then met me like 2 years ago, you literally would be talking to two different people it was so bad. but I don’t need to go into detail or describe depression. I’m sure you already know what it is very very well. 

So, the killer about Depression is that you feel empty, sad, angry, etc etc, and it’s kills all motivation and drive and inspiration to do the things that you once enjoyed ya know? like, you no longer enjoy doing whatever your hobbies were, and you have no interest in doing them anymore. Depression tells you that you want to is sleep, eat/not eat, sit and stare at nothing, do nothing, not talk to friends or family. And because Depression is so strong, it’s easy to fall into doing those things of just not doing anything, and isolate yourself from any form of social interaction with friends and family etc. And a lot of the time you feel like that’s all you can do, like you don’t have the literal energy to do anything else such as something as simple as getting up out of bed after sleeping in over 10 hours or something. (it’s not laziness, it’s depression.) 

Well those things that Depression makes you want to do, is the exact opposite of what you should do. And those things Depression says you hate and don’t want to do, – all those hobbies, or getting up and taking a walk, talking to friends, doing something, is exactly what you need to do, to help you with your depression. The best medicine I find is distractions, and not letting it control you. It’s tough, especially emotionally, and you’re gonna hate it for a really long time, but eventually doing all those things you useto like, and now hate, the likeness to it starts to come back. but it’s easier said than done, and it takes a LOT OF WORK! and it’s hard. but you can do it! 

Trying to find some kind of reason or obligation helps too. like what really got me on the stepping stones of doing better is I got this Indie game job, and I was given the like impossible task to make over 100 little paintings (all the custom artwork) in 3 and a half weeks, high quantity, in high quality. It forced me to paint and draw even though I had like no interest in art because of the major depression I was feeling, and that job forced me to draw 8 to sometimes 15 hours a day. It was brutal, and for a bit I hated having to draw so much cuz I didn’t really enjoy art, but then forcing myself to get up and do something I hate (but once loved) I started to like it again. And then when the Indie game ended, I wanted to keep pushing myself to improve and have a reason to keep me drawing, which is why I started Youtube. And it really helped me build my confidence and fight against the depression. 

Now the thing is, Depression never goes away, it’s a mental illness and it’s not something you can get rid of like a virus or bacteria. BUT FEAR NOT! just hear me out!  It’s a constant battle everyday. You can’t be cured, and no amount of therapy or med can change that. Don’t fall into the misconception that meds/therapy fixes the issues, because it doesn’t. It is HELP. and Help isn’t fixing, it is assistance for YOU to fix things. So getting medical or therapeutic help is definitely good and I promote it, but you can’t rely on it to fix your problems, because it has to be you to put forth the initiative, which is why I told you what I did above first. Meds and therapy try to regulate your hormones and work out solutions for you to deal with the issues in yourself and your environment so you can work out your depression. so the goal in getting better isn’t to find a cure, even still to this day I struggle with it a lot, and I have my moments and my episodes sometimes. BUT I’m not saying you’re going to be miserable for the rest of your life, because the truth is, you can be happy, while having depression. 

The goal is to learn how to maintain and live with it, so you aren’t controlled by it. I have control over my depression right now, and despite that it’s still always there in the back of my mind and it resurfaces sometimes, I’m actually very happy and have become a pretty stable person. (especially compared to who I use to be) 

So start by forcing yourself to get up, doing small things, try to seek out interests that distract you from depression, but also force yourself to fulfill responsibilities (work, school, chores, etc) which helps you get stronger and start gaining control of the depression. Seriously something I find very helpful is going on a walk. It’s easy to just slump around or sleep in bed and never get up, but walking, (that thing that you don’t want to do) actually helps a lot, and there’s a scientific reason for it too, not just it sounding nice. But the more you can do for yourself, and others even, the better you’ll feel, even if it doesn’t seem that way or a long time. It takes a lot of time to crawl out of the rut you’re in, but you’ll get the if you just keep going. 

I know I don’t give the best advice, but, I hope this helps in some way. 

Untitled ficlet: Dean gets magically whammied

Spell’s incomplete when it gets tossed at Dean by the witch to try and slow him down, leading to only Dean getting affected, and to him ending up with the ability to scent people like something out of an urban fantasy novel.

Since Dean’s not hurt, they aren’t too worried by it- even if Dean tends to follow Sam around or even get mad because “Fucking hell, Sam, you smell like a damn bakery. I need something with cinnamon now.”

Sometimes the smell has obvious meanings no one mentions, like how Mary smells like a burnt pie- love that turns into disappointment.

Sadder still, and a secret he keeps to himself, is when Dean digs out Charlie’s left behind duffle he’d kept just in case… just in case. He cries when he smells her. Cries like he never got to when he lost her.

Coming into the library to see Castiel seated in one of the chairs, Dean’s eyes sort of glaze over, and the next thing he knows there’s a hand on his shoulder and one at his waist (not the same person) and two people saying his name in concern, and Dean blinks and pushes himself up and back, like dragging himself awake from sleep- though he knows he’s awake- with a gruff, “What?” and Sam can’t seem to even make words, though his face does a series of odd things, and then he hears a low, “Dean" soft and pointed and near, and Dean finds himself blinking in confusion into blue eyes aaannnddd Dean has somehow crawled into the chair to straddle Cas’ lap and basically bury his nose at Cas’ neck and shoulder smelling him.

He kind of wants to get back to that, actually. Sam shifts around, brows furrowed and hazel eyes more worried than amused. “Dude, are you high? Cas, I think you got him high. Look at his pupils.”

Dean feels high, actually, and snickers with the realization. And kind of want to lick a stripe up Cas’ neck. From the flush of heat on the angel’s face, Dean thinks he might have already. And, oh yeah, aside from giggles, that’s another side affect when Dean and drugs mix, which he can feel very evidently as he shifts to try and shove himself away.

“Sam, get him away from me. Or me from him,” a laugh, “He’s catnip and I wanna climb him like a tree,” followed by more giggles.

Sam drags him away, barking orders for Dean to both stop fighting him as well as to stop talking, herding him out into the garage, and Dean nearly purrs when he scents the Impala, happily climbing into the car and lounging back in contentment.

“You… better now?” Sam asks worriedly. He’s breathing heavily like he had to practically drag Dean the rest of the way, scared and aggravated in one.

Dean can only chuckle and wave him away, before settling back to sleep.

The next time he wakes, it’s to fingers gripping his chin and turning his head, and Dean is suddenly very alert at the sight of Rowena and Sam, eyes zeroing in on her.

She waves his brother away. “Run along, Samuel. He’ll be fine.” Standing, she offers out her hand, which he immediately takes, letting her lead him from the garage. “We’ll be in the library.”

Dean’s obedient as she tells him to sit on the end of the table, eyes studying her as she moves, pulling things from a carpet bag and setting them on the table near a bowl.

“It smells like Lysol,” he says softly.

“They wanted to make it safe for you to come back in the bunker.” She glanced at him with a coy smirk. “Heard you made quite the display.”

He can’t stop staring, fingers reaching out to pluck at one long curl. “You don’t, though.”

She falters with a blink, expression going guarded as she busies herself. “And what do I smell like?”

“It’s… complicated. Sweet, like sunlight and honey on the tip of your tongue,” he answers a little dreamily, like he’d been laying out in the sun and wanted a nap. “It’s warm like tea. Flowers in springtime. It suits you somehow.” There’s pink on her cheeks even as he releases the coiled lock. “What’s wrong with me?”

She pats his knee. “Nothing serious,” she comforts, voice soft and, for once, genuine. “Your body is under the effects of an incomplete spell for a sixth sense and psychic abilities. Your brain is interpreting partial readings of the world around you using the senses you have- all well and good, so long as you’re dealing with a mortal.” Straightening, she tapped the tip of his nose with her finger. “The supernatural on the other hand? You smell magic on me. Things a bit warm and fuzzy at the edges? Feel a wee floaty? Like a dream?” He nodded. “Aye. That’ll do it.”

He struggles to remember, earlier in the library when he’d had a bad- or very good reaction to- “Cas.” He looks at her. “What happened with Cas?”

Her lips purse like she’s trying not to smile. “Apparently, your bonny angel is- well, Samuel says you were immediately intoxicated and quite giddy. Whether from, ah, feeling not exactly platonic or just sensing the divine, I’m afraid I don’t know. Perhaps a mixture of cause and effect. Drink this.”

Obeying, he pulls a face at the taste, and hands the container back. She’s studying him. “What?”

“You… you just did it. No suspicion. No threats. You obeyed.”

She starts working on another concoction, Remedy Part II, he guesses.

“You’re not here to hurt me,” he answers. “Why wouldn’t I?” Something spikes in the way she smells, tangy like orange slices, and he think he may have embarrassed her, but then is immediately distracted again, reaching forward once more. “I like your hair.”

Two concoctions later, the room loses the dreamlike quality for something more real, before he starts feeling very heavy and sleepy.

“Samuel!” Rowena calls, stepping to the side as Sam rounds the corner, catching Dean as he slumps forward, half-asleep already. “The rest is sleep,” she soothes, fingers gentle where they touch him.

He comes only partially to, later, awakened by the sense of a familiar presence that has him reaching out blindly, index finger hooking around the tips of Castiel’s that hang over the arm of the chair.

Material shifts, and Dean can tell his patient waiting is replaced with alert relief. He cracks open a eye, trying to focus even as he feels himself drifting back under.

“Sorry…’bout before.” He yawns and snuggles more comfortably into his pillow and memory foam mattress, settling. “You still smell nice, though. I like it. Like you.” Sleep saps strength from his arm, making his hand fall away. “You always smell nice… Catnip.”

If he was going to say more than that, he doesn’t get to, and he doesn’t remember it when he wakes up. He buys Rowena some specialty tea as a thank-you, and sends it with a card.

He still zones out sometimes. At the scent of coffee or flowers or as light refracts brightly and it’ll take him a moment to come back to himself, shaking away the fog like a forgotten dream.

“Dean?”

Green eyes drift to the angel that had been walking beside him, then down to the bouquet of sunflowers he vaguely remembers selecting from the cart. “They’re you.” Cas clearly lacks all understanding in his meaning, which is drifting so quickly, Dean hardly remembers it himself. “They look like you,” he tries, knowing it’s not right, and grip loose as Castiel takes them from him.

A flush spreads across the angel’s cheeks and Dean wonders at it and then down at the flowers he’s holding, gesturing to them and trying to remember when they stopped. “…you like those or something? We can get ‘em for the bunker if you want.”

Cas angles his head, smiling. “I do like them.” He steps forward, gaze dropping to Dean’s mouth and then back up. “And, you don’t remember this conversation, but… I like you, too, Dean.” His brows knit as he tries to remember the exact wording. “Like catnip.”

Dean doesn’t remember, but something beyond memory does, something that has him smoothing a hand up the line of Cas’ neck to cup his jaw and slot their mouths together.

Dean freaking loves witches.

100 Kisses

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

Word Count: 2,845

Warning: cursing

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


9:15 am

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


1:34 pm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


6:28 pm

“What number are you guys on now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


10:04 pm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


 11:15 pm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Face riding (Hoshi)

Smut (a hint of angst in the beginning). One-shot


“Can you shut up for like 5 seconds? You’ve been getting on my nerves all morning and I really need to focus,” Soonyoung spat out, slamming his hand on the table and dropping his pen. He had come home after a long while last night and you wanted to spend time with him, eager to tell him about all the things he had missed out on and so forth. But instead of spending quality time with him, he had his eyes glued to his notebook and his phone, copying some sort of notes from the classes at university he had missed.

You were stood in the middle of the living room, mouth left gaping open and eyes wide as you watched Soonyoung turn his back against you and get back to his notes. He had never lost his temper with you even if you talked much, instead he would’ve calmly told you that he needed to work and you could talk later. And you understood that, but before coming over, he had been excited to spend time with you, but to you, him studying didn’t seem like a great way of showing that he truly did.

You didn’t even bother answering him, hurt from his comment. You walked into the bedroom to leave him alone, if that was what he wanted. You grabbed a pillow from the unmade bed and pulled out your phone, ready to just ‘shut up’ and watch something random on your phone.

In around ten minutes, you heard a soft knock on the door and saw Soonyoung shuffle into the bedroom from the corner of your eye with his head low and a slight pout on his face, his brows furrowed. He must’ve been really upset.

“Y/N?”

You pretended not to hear him, eyes locked on the bright screen of your phone although you weren’t focusing on it one bit anymore, curious to hear what Soonyoung had to say. The floor slightly creaked as he crept his way over to you, kneeling on the floor in front of you as you were sitting on the bed with your legs crossed.

“Y/N, babe please look at me.”

You bit your tongue, trying not to say a word to him or look at him but you did end up taking a quick glance towards him and you saw him sat on his knees, a almost defeated look on his face. “I’m sorry I was being so mean,” he apologised, placing his hand on your knee. “I didn’t mean any of it, the stress just got a little too much, I’m sorry to take it on you.”

”I know” you sighed softly after a moment of silence and put your phone away on the nearest bedside table. You placed your hand on top of his on your knee and played with his fingers, not looking him in the eyes. “I’m sorry too.”

“I should make it up to you. How can I show how sorry I am?” He asked, rather shy of how his words turned out but his gaze not leaving you.

“Well,” you said and looked at him and before even continuing, he pressed his lips onto yours. His touch was gentle as he deepened the kiss, his hand letting go of yours and reaching up to cup your face.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he got up and laid you onto the bed, slipping his tongue into your mouth which you gladly accepted, not ready to put your ideas into action just yet. His words before had given you quite a dirty idea but you knew he was going to enjoy it just as much as you were.

When he stripped you out of your shirt, you took it as your opportunity and grabbed the shirt before he could throw it away on the floor. Soonyoung looked confused for a second but didn’t catch on yet.

You asked him to take off his clothes as well and he did so gladly, leaving him just in his boxers. You stood up on your knees on the bed and when he accompanied you and his hands sneaked their way behind your back, you were quick to pull them away and tie his wrists together with your top that you were still holding.

“I guess this is how you could show me how sorry you are,” you said with a smirk. Soonyoung laughed nervously, but complied to everything you did. You pushed him down to lie on his back, giving him a few kisses that left him mewling. He wasn’t used to not being able to touch you while kissing or more like when doing anything, he always had his arm around you or his hand behind your neck.

You caught him visibly gulp when you took off your panties, revealing your already soaked core. “You need help with that?” He asked as he took in the sight in front of him, the astounding sight that had his cock twitching.

You straddled his lap, making sure that he got a full view of you. He checked you out unashamedly, licking his lips as you got rid of your last piece of clothing, which was your bra. And there you were, completely naked in front of him, only inches away from his face. “Yes I do,” you finally answered his question, but not yet initiating any action.

“Baby please, let me touch you.”

You shook your head, sneaking your hand down your body and between your legs, slightly rubbing circles over your clit, sighing at the feeling. “I want you to beg for it,” you told him, circling your clit with more pressure this time and let out a strangled moan as a result. Soonyoung whimpered underneath you, eyes flickering at the sight your drenched core as he watched you experimentally dip in a finger. He licked his lips absentmindedly, mind filled with the thoughts of tasting you on the tip of his tongue.

It took one more moan from your mouth for him to cry out a please, forcefully tugging on the restraints. “Please let me touch you. I wanna pleasure you. Ride my tongue. Please baby,” his hips were bucking up as his jaw was clenched tight and his gaze not leaving your fingers. You pulled your fingers out and let out a little gasp, taken aback how soaked you were already.

But you gave into his plea, placing your knees on either side of his body first. “I’ll give you a little taste first,” you said quietly and placed your fingers close to his lips and he didn’t wait long to open his mouth and lick them clean, savouring every last drop of your juices left on your fingers.

You considered letting his hands free from the restraint you had tied around his wrists to keep them together but you couldn’t just leave out all the fun of your punishment like that. After Soonyoung finished licking your fingers, you shifted your heat closer to his head and lowered yourself down on his face after getting his nod of approval. He immediately started sucking on your clit, a loud “fuck” leaving his mouth when the taste of you filled his mouth.

You threw your head back and whimpered, his tongue pressing on your clit so nicely and occasionally swirling it with his tongue and then dipping the tip of his tongue in you.

You were a moaning mess, forcing yourself not to come from the intense pleasure yet, although the sounds he was making while eating you out were driving you closer and closer to the edge. But you had to prop yourself up, almost as an instinct of getting too close to your orgasm. You could hear the frustration in Soonyoung’s voice when he groaned at the loss of your heat on his face. “Baby come back down, I wasn’t finished.”

There goes the submission, you thought. He had been so under your spell for a while but now it seemed like he didn’t care about submitting to you anymore, he had a goal and he wanted it. “Ask me nicely,” you purred, trying to gain back your power over him but as you said that you felt his hands suddenly latch onto your waist and pull you back down on his face. He got his hands out of the restraint.

He attached his lips back onto your clit, sucking harshly in attempt to make you orgasm as fast and as powerfully as possible. “So good,” you moaned and tangled your hands in his hair as you rode his mouth. He was moving his tongue erratically, groans and moans leaving his mouth as well, vibrating so wonderfully against your skin. His hands were tightly holding your hips, helping you ride his mouth at the best possible angle and speed.

You felt your orgasm hit you soon, his name escaping your lips multiple times as you came undone. Soonyoung was happy to lick your juices up, his mouth and chin glistening as you climbed off his face. “Thank you for that,” he said, licking his lips with a grin as you settled to sit next to him. You buried your face between your legs for a while, breathing heavily - that was a ride.

“Don’t thank me yet,” you cooed, looking at him, now sitting next to you as well. You took his chin into your hands and stroked his cheek with your thumb.

“I think you deserve a little something too for making me come, don’t you think?”

Soonyoung nodded furiously, lip caught between his teeth as he watched you crawl a little lower on the bed.

You had your eyes on the highly visible bulge in his boxers and slowly pulled his boxers down when he lifted his hips up. His cock sprung free, touching his lower stomach. You slowly dragged your finger from the base to the tip, making him shiver and clench his muscles. “What do you want me to do?” you asked, straddling his hips with his cock in your hand.

”Ride me,” he begged, hands finding your hips again. Instead of giving him what he wanted right away, you swung your hips slowly, grinding yourself against his length as lightly as you could. “Y/N, you’re killing me…” he said in a low groan, hands digging into your hips, definitely leaving marks.

You were holding his length in your hand so that you could grind it but not slip it inside of you, driving him insane but to be honest, you were also moaning from the friction and the feeling of the tip of his cock sliding on your entrance. “You’re so hard,” you sighed, holding his cock still right on your entrance, the feeling so overwhelmingly good.

“I really need you,” Soonyoung said through gritted teeth as he tried to not buck his hips up. Beads of sweat were running down his temples, his expression almost painful. So, you lifted your hips up, pushing down onto him, his cock filling you up perfectly.

He was quick to match up with the rhythm you were bouncing on him, thrusting up into you when he felt like you needed a little break. You leant down to place your hands on his chest for support as the bouncing got tiring.  You were mewling every time he thrusted a little harder into you or when you met perfectly with his thrusts, eliciting a loud groan from him as well.

Your breathing got faster and shallower as you continued, his noises becoming louder as well. His hands roamed your body, other one still supporting you from your hips but the other wandering to your breasts.

”Are you close?” you asked, throwing your hair out of your face and getting back up to ride him in more of a sitting position. “So close,” he whined quietly, his breath getting as shallow as yours.

You smiled contently and decided to press a kiss on his lips, still tasting yourself on his tongue. “Come baby,” you whispered into the kiss. His whole body stiffened, his eyes screwed shut and lewd sounds leaving his mouth as he came hard, gasping for air as he came back down from his high, thrusts slowing down as he rode his orgasm out.

You didn’t come a second time but you were still very sensitive from the your first wave, pleased with the results either way. ”Wow,” Soonyoung chuckled, helping you to get off him. His juices ran down your thigh and you grabbed a few tissues quickly to clean the mess up before it would ruin your sheets.

He pulled the blankets up around us after you settled into his arms. “How did you get out of the shirt I tied around your wrists?” You asked in confusion, you were so sure it would’ve worked until the end until you had opened the tightest knot you knew how to make.

“It isn’t too difficult to shuffle your hands out of a piece of fabric babe,” Soonyoung explained with a smug smile on his face. You shook your head and hit him playfully, he was so sly. He could’ve gotten out of the restraint immediately but he just wanted to make you feel like you were the one in control, let you have your way. Which you should be the one thanking him for.

“I love you,” you mumbled under your breath and leaned in to cuddle him. He repeated the same three words and happily held you in his arms for the time you rested.


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A/N: HERES A NEW STORY IM SORRY ITS BEEN LIKE 5 YEARS SINCE IVE UPDATED!! I hope you enjoy! Also spoilers to the last episode, but I mean do I even have to warn you of that?!

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    “FP is innocent, we’ve already proven it now let him out of that cell!” Y/N yelled, but Sheriff Keller shook his head.

   "He is going to be charged with tampering with evidence, obstruction of justice, mishandling of a body, perjury and that’s just off the top of my head!“ he yelled angrily, and he watched as Jughead and Y/Ns faces fell. "He’s not getting out anytime soon.” he said more calmly, but Y/N and Jughead weren’t having any of it.

    “He was threatened by Clifford!” Jughead yelled but Keller kept his calm exterior, he knew that Jughead was just hurting. “Clifford told him that if he didn’t confess I’d end up shot just like Jason!”

    “It was brought to my attention that Clifford threatened him after he was arrested for the murder, what about the days, weeks, hell even months before that?” Keller asked.

    “He was scared! Clifford could have had him killed next, or even worse Jughead. I would be terrified to come out and say something too!” Y/N exclaimed, marching up to Keller and getting into his face. “First he had to clean up a murder he wanted no part of, then he hid in fear for months because he didn’t know if he or his family were next, then he was framed, and now that he was finally cleared of those charges, you’re keeping him locked up away from his family that he was only working to protect?! Let him out!” Before Keller could respond, the deputy and a few other officers started walking through the room with FP in handcuffs, and his presence didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N and Jughead.

    “Dad!” Jughead yelled, and FP turned to face him and Y/N. “Dad we’re going to get you out of here.”

    “Yeah FP, you’ll be home soon!” Y/N said, running towards the officers.

    “Jughead, Y/N, you two need to get out of here. I’ll be fine.” FP said, nodding towards the door. “Go on, go be kids, you’ve done enough with this murder case, I don’t need you two getting yourselves into any more trouble.” Jughead and Y/N shook their heads, and Keller nodded.

    “Listen to your dad Jughead, get out of here. Let the adults take care of it.” Keller said, his comment enraging Y/N, and she looked over her shoulder to Keller.

    “Funny you say that, because it was the kids who solved the murder, not the adults in this hell hole. You guys do a shit quality of work and hold innocent people hostage instead of going out and taking in the real problem starters! I don’t think that’s how policing works.” she spat.

    “Hey! Y/N, that’s enough!” FP yelled, making the girl turn back around to face him. She hung her head low, and his face softened as he looked between the two. They were just trying to help him. He turned his attention to Jughead and hardened his face again, he couldn’t risk showing too much emotion in front of them, they were just as weak as he was. “You need to take her and leave, I’ll be okay son, I promise.”

    “But dad-”

    “This is not up for discussion.” FP interrupted. “Go on.” Jughead slowly nodded his head, turning for the door, but Y/N wasn’t going to give up so easily. FP did a lot for her, he was like a father to her, and he had always helped her. Even when he took up drinking and Jughead left, he still did his best to help, telling her how to take care of Jughead and he even pushed to her to the realization for her feelings for the beanie clad boy, not that they mattered because he was with Betty. She wasn’t about to give up on the man that never gave up on her or Jughead, she was going to fight.

    “I am not leaving here until you’re free FP, I cannot, I will not take this lying down. You never gave up on me, so why should I on you?” she asked, practically pleading him to not send her away.

    “There isn’t anything you can do now Y/N, I have to face the consequences of my actions.” he said tenderly, hoping that his calmness would convince her to leave. She started to tear up, her cheeks wetting and she became panicked.

     "I was the one who took care of Jasons body, he is just covering for me!“ she blurted out. "I-I-I put him in the freezer and cleaned up his blood off the floor and I-”

    “Y/N knock it off with the lies!” FP yelled, and the girl shut her mouth quickly. “You are not going to give any false confessions to get me out of here, you are sixteen, go live your fucking life and be happy. I made my decisions and I’ll be damned if I let you or Jughead ruin your lives because of me.” he scolded, and she crumpled as she felt Jughead put his arm around her shoulders and pull her back. “Get her out of here Jughead. You two go be kids now, you’ve done enough for Riverdale, and I am so damn proud of you.” Jughead nodded his head, and started pulling Y/N towards the door.

    “No! FP!” she yelled, but the officers took him into another room and Jughead closed the door to the police station behind them. She fell to the ground and Jughead caught her, and she cried into his chest.

    “He’ll be okay, we won’t give up, but you need to learn when to pick your fights because the middle of the police station is not the right place to have one.” Jughead said, trying to calm the girl in his arms. She sniffled and took herself out of his embrace, and she wiped the tears from her face, looking at the police station behind Jughead. She knew Jughead was hurting, she knew he thought that this was unfair and she knew he was angry and sad. FP was the last of his family out here in Riverdale, and they were trying to take that away from the boy, it was unfair. It was then she decided she was going to do something drastic to set FP free, not only for him but for the boy she secretly loved.

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    Knock Knock Knock

    Jughead quickly pulled away from Betty, the both of them looking towards the front door. “is that your mom?” he asked, mentally cursing the interruption.

    “Who else would it be?” Betty breathily replied, and Jughead pulled away, making his way to the front door. He put his shirt back on and adjusted it, preparing to see Alice Coopers face when he opened the door. He pulled the door open and looked outside to see a group of Serpents waiting for him, and his eyes went to a dog that barked at his appearance.

    “Easy Hotdog, he’s family.” One of the men said, leaning down to stroke the dog. Jughead looked back up to the long-haired man in the front of the group.

    “Hey…” Jughead said, obviously confused by the sudden visit.

    “Your dad could have named names but he didn’t,” the man started, looking up at Jughead. “Serpents take care of their own. We wanted you to know that no matter what happens to him, however long he’s gone, that we got your back.” Y/N emerged from behind the man and Jugheads eyes quickly fell on her. He opened his mouth to say something, but then he noticed the jacket she was wearing, and the one she was holding. She smiled up at him and handed the jacket to the long-haired man. The man took the leather jacket with the Southside Serpents sigil on the back, and held it out to Jughead. “This is yours, if you want it.” Jughead looked at Y/N again and took the jacket from the man, examining it.

    “Look Juggie, you don’t have to take this, but we want some justice for your father,” Y/N started, and Jughead tore his eyes away from the jacket to look at her. Cheryl walked out from behind Y/N and stood beside her, and Jughead noticed she wore a jacket as well.

    “We all want some justice for FP, and we want to stop living in control of other people who are telling us how we should feel and act.” Cheryl ended Y/Ns sentence.

    “We are our own people, and we make our own decisions. We can’t let the corrupt police station sit on their ass and not take the justice and equality of Riverdale seriously. We have to do it ourselves if we want something done. Whether you want to join us is up to you, we won’t have any hard feelings if you decide against it, but just know that we do care for you and have your best interest at heart, your dads best interest at heart.” Y/N said, walking up to the first step and climbing up. “We love you Jughead.” Jughead looked at the (Y/H/C) girl in front of him, and she smiled softly at him. “I love you.” She whispered, and Jughead realized in that moment he had his feelings mixed up, and he felt the same towards her.

    He looked back down at the group of serpents at his door step and a smirk appeared on his face, he knew what he was going to do. He slid the jacket on, grabbing the lapels and adjusted it, smiling down at the jacket and then up to Y/N who was beaming.

    “Juggie?” a small voice came from inside, and Jughead looked over and saw Betty watching him. She must have seen the whole thing, and he slightly panicked. He didn’t want to hurt her, that was never his intention, but he realized the one whom he had loved for what seemed like forever loved him back, and he was finally apart of something he could get behind. The resistance, the change Riverdale needed. He finally had a home and was where he belonged.

    “You made the right decision boy,” the long-haired man said, smirking. Jugheads gaze fell upon him, Y/N and Cheryl. “We’re being led by the best, someone who has the right ideas and the right plans of action, Y/N herself.” He said, slinging an arm around the girls shoulders. Y/N smiled, and turned to Cheryl, grabbing her hand and pulling her into a hug as well.

    “Speaking of, we have some business we need to take care of, don’t we Cheryl?” Y/N said, and Cheryl nodded her head.

    “I do believe we do.” She smirked, looking up to Jughead. “Care to join us?” she asked, and Jughead nodded.

    “Juggie!” Betty called, and he looked over at her apologetically. “Can we talk about this?” she asked, and Jughead quickly stuck his head inside the house.

    “I can’t right now, we can talk later.” He said, and she rolled her eyes. She opened her mouth to say something but Jughead ran down the steps, joining Y/N and Cheryl at the bottom and they started to walk off. Betty couldn’t believe it, he was actually going with them, Jughead Jones was a serpent. She quickly dressed herself fully and put her shoes on, following them to where-ever they were going. She wanted to make sure Jughead was safe and wasn’t getting into trouble, although with the serpents she was sure that was what they were going to cause.

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    “Cheryl?’ Penelope called, entering Thornhill and looking around. There was no answer though, so she called again. "Cheryl?”

    “In here mother.” Cheryl called from another room, and Penelope followed the sound of her voice. She walked into a living area and saw Cheryl and another person standing in front of the fireplace, white dresses on and candlesticks in hand.

    “What are the serpents doing outside, and what is that smell?” Penelope asked angrily. “And who the hell are you?” Y/N and Cheryl turned around, facing the red-headed mother who had been torturing Cheryl all her life.

    “Gasoline.” Cheryl said. “It’s the only way we can truly start over, be purified.” Cheryl said, grabbing Y/Ns hand as they watched Penelope’s face turn to horror and shock at the realization of what was going to happen. Cheryl looked at Y/N and smiled. “It’s the only way I can truly be free.” Together the girls threw the candlesticks down, and fire erupted in the room.

    Jughead watched as fire enveloped the Thornhill mansion, and the serpents all started to cheer. Adrenaline coursed through Jugheads veins as he watched, excitement taking over for Cheryl. He watched as Penelope ran out of the mansion, tears and fear covering her face. She coughed as the smoke in her lungs was replaced with fresh air and she stumbled backwards, looking up at the flames replaced her once beautiful house. Betty ran from the nearby trees, finding Jughead and pulled on his sleeve.

    “What the hell Jughead, did you guys do this?” she yelled angrily, looking at the raven-haired boy. He was about to answer but the serpents yelled and they turned towards the front doors, and saw as they started to open again. Cheryl and Y/N walked out hand in hand as if the house behind them wasn’t on fire, and they made their way down the stairs smiling wide. Two serpents made their way to the front and met them near the front, handing them each their jacket and they put them on. The serpents started yelling and celebrating, and Jughead couldn’t help but do the same.

    “Jughead listen to me! Are you going to be with the serpents, yes or no?” she asked, and Jughead looked at her.

    “Of course Betty, they’re going to help me get my dad out.” He said, and she shook her head.

    “We can do it another way-” she started.

    “We can’t, this is the only way, and if I do say so myself, this is a pretty damn good way to do it.” He said, and she rolled her eyes.

    “You know what Juggie, you can have the serpents and you can have Y/N, we’re over!” she yelled angrily, and Jughead looked at her confused.

    “What?” he asked, and she backed away slowly.

    “I can’t be with a serpent, go make all the trouble you want, just leave me out of it. Goodbye Jughead.” She turned and stormed off, and Jughead watched. Y/N walked up to Jughead and he smiled at her, fixing her jacket.

    “I’m proud of you, Jughead. And I hope you know that I’m going to help you get FP out, I’m here for you.” Y/N said, and he nodded.

    “I love you too.” He blurted out, but his voice was mostly muffled by the sounds of cheering serpents and Penelopes yelling and crying.

    “What?” Y/N asked. “What about Betty.”

    “We all know she’s still in love with Archie, she’ll be fine.” Jughead said, pulling Y/Ns jacket and smashing his lips with hers. When they pulled apart, Y/N giggled and grabbed his face.

    “I’ve wanted to do that for awhile.” She admitted, and he nodded.

    “Me too.” He said. He looked behind Y/N to Cheryl who was standing and smiling up at her burning house, her mother crying and yelling at her. “Did you recruit her?” he asked, and Y/N turned to look at her as well.

    “After you all left for the jubilee, I stayed behind and talked to her. We almost lost her, Jughead. I couldn’t imagine Riverdale without her. Sure she was a bitch, but she had a lot of shit going on and people deal with it in different ways, she just needed someone to like her for her and be there for her. I want to be that person, I want to help her.” Y/N said, smiling over to the ginger.

    “I’ll help her too, I know some of what she’s going through.” Jughead said, and she smiled up at him. “So, you’re leading the serpents now?” he asked

    “I am, with the help of Cheryl and you if you want.” She said, and Jughead nodded.

    “Of course.” He replied, and Y/N beamed.

    “Good, we’re going to bring Riverdale back to its feet. Whether people like it or not, the Serpents are going to be the good guys, even if we have to do some bad stuff along the way.” Y/N said, and Jughead took her hand. Together, they walked over to Cheryl, who tore her gaze from the burning house and she smiled at them. Y/N took her Cheryls hand in her free one, and they stood and watched as smoke rose into the sky and the bright light of the fire lit up the night. This was their first mark, they burned down the source of evil from the past few months in Riverdale, and with that it could be renewed, purified.

    “Ready to go?” the long-haired man yelled, and the two of them turned.

    “Of course.” Cheryl said, and Penelopes face turned to rage.

    “You aren’t going anywhere, young lady!” she screamed, but the three of them started walking towards the group. The loner writer with the broken family, the tortured queen bee with the evil family, and the lost new girl who had no family at all walked together, ready to take the world by the balls. They were the change, they were going to bring peace, even if it meant bringing Riverdale to its knees.

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Fic:
Your Dearest

Author: Billowsandbreeze

Rating: T for flirting

Pairing: Jaal Ama Darav x Sierra Ryder

Summary: Sierra receives an email from Jaal and feelings are laid bare.

Author’s Notes: I wanted to try to capture that gut-clenching, excited, nervous moment right when a flirting relationship is about to take that next step. Jaal’s emails were so good at inducing that feeling. So, hopefully I did it justice.

(Spoilers for Jaal’s emails. I included the full text of one in this.)


“Good morning, Pathfinder.”

Groaning, Sierra throws an arm across her face as the cabin lights brighten too soon against the back of her lids.

She grumbles beneath her breath and rolls into her pillow. “You don’t have to do that as soon as you feel me wake up, SAM. Give me at least five minutes to get my bearings.”

“Noted, Pathfinder.” There’s a momentary pause. “You have unread email at your terminal.”

Taking in a deep breath, Sierra blinks rapidly, trying to erase the fatigue and sleep from her eyes. SAM clearly isn’t going to let her stay in bed any longer, and he’s right to do so. The display on her nightstand tells her they’re almost to Kadara. So, with another groan, she sits up.

“Okay,” she says in a rushing exhale and gets to her feet. She runs a hand through her hair and makes her way to the terminal. Email first, then coffee, and then Kadara Port.

The messages are routine—Tann reminding her of their position on the outlaws, a colonist on Eos asking for help, Lexi sending her diagrams of yoga poses to help with her stress—but one toward the bottom catches her eye.

A communication from your friend Jaal

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here’s the promised angst ♡

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @animexchocolate, @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine**

warnings: angst

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Do you mind doing the RFA+V+Saeran reacting to MC being a YouTuber? Thank you and I love your blog!!

sure thing! and i’ll just drop my channel so that y’all check out my like.. 3 videos lmao

MY CHANNEL

i’m doing this with the prospect of being a normal youtuber. like, not a big one, just a chill small channel with a decent following lol.


Yoosung

  • He’s actually so amazed!
  • You had yet to tell him because you weren’t sure if you were ready to do so.
  • You were a bit self-conscious about it.
  • But one fateful day, he came across one of your videos because they appeared in the suggestions.
  • !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • His s/o’s a YouTuber!? That’s so awesome!
  • He burst into the living room, where you were casually watching a movie while eating some snacks.
  • WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!? I JUST SUBSCRIBED!”
  • You shot up the couch, cheeks all red, and looked away bashfully.
  • I wasn’t sure you were going to like them…”
  • “Are you kidding!? I love them!!! Let’s make a video together one day! Let’s make a channel together!”
  • He was so supportive of you and your hobby/job.

Zen

  • He was pretty impressed because he’s a big personality in showbiz and tbh he would be pretty excited.
  • Waits for you to tell him, but you just… don’t. 
  • Eventually you guys are having take out (a miracle bcs that rarely happened) and he asks you about your channel.
  • You almost choke on your soup.
  • I-I… W-Well you see.. it’s just a hobby! Nothing serious. Not that good, to be hone-”
  • He cuts you off by pressing a kiss to your forehead and grinning. 
  • Will you include me in one of your videos?”
  • You were about to reply before he, once again, interrupted you.
  • Because I bet you’d love it if your channel had even more beauty on it, since it already has a delicious babe in every video.”
  • You grab the nearest throw pillow and chuck it at his head, your blush spreading like mad across your face.
  • I’ll think about it.”
  • But obviously you would let him.
  • You’d let him do your hair and he would let you do his, you’d actually been planning it after the first party ended. 

Jaehee

  • Tbh, she wouldn’t so impressed. 
  • She just thought it was unexpected, since she never even saw you with your cameras around. 
  • And she rarely had time to browse YouTube. 
  • But that doesn’t mean she wasn’t supportive of your dream/hobby/job.
  • When you told her, she asked you if you could please show her all of your videos.
  • Every time you turned around, there was a cute little smile on her face.
  • And a blush.
  • And she just looked so cute that you wrapped your arms around her and gave her a quick kiss.
  • So, do you like it?”
  • She pulled back from the embrace, a pink hue visible all over her cheeks, before fixing her glasses.
  • Of course I do. You look adorable in all of them, I even read the comments. And I think some people are a little bit too friendly for my liking.”
  • S’cute.

Jumin

  • You had to show him your channel as well because he was such a klutz with technology.
  • When he noticed the quality of your videos and the size of your audience, he immediately offered to sponsor your videos.
  • He also noticed how good you were at what you did, he was surprised.
  • You knew better than outright refusing his offer.
  • To him business was something serious, and this was obviously business related. 
  • So, you knew that if you refused right away, without thinking it through, he would go and lecture you about the importance of rare business opportunities.
  • You were quiet for too long though. 
  • So? (Y/n), what do you think? Yes, no? I honestly think that it’s a great opportunity for both your channel and the company. YouTube is a great way of doing publicity and you would obviously benefit from C&R’s publicity.”
  • You noticed the fierce gleam in his eye.
  • He was serious.
  • He also looked very cute when talking about business. 
  • You couldn’t help but offer him one of the smiles that always and without fail made him melt.
  • You also felt guilty, because you felt like you were just taking advantage of him.
  • How about this, baby? You sponsor some of my videos? I just… I honestly don’t want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. I hate the prospect. And I know this is business and that I should think logically, but I don’t care. I have a moral code I must follow and that’s that. What do you think?”
  • You were blushing. 
  • It always made you flustered, talking business with him.
  • It was overwhelming and also slightly hot.
  • He just smiled at you and grabbed your hand, his thumb brushing along your knuckles. 
  • We have a deal, my love.”
  • “And I have one more condition?” you continued.
  • He raised a single eyebrow, smile still present on his lips. 
  • He knew that tone of voice, you wanted to get away with something.
  • I… I want you to be in one of my videos!”
  • He was taken aback. 
  • Take it or leave, Mr. Han.”
  • Mr. Han… 
  • You were pinned against the couch in an instant, his lips hovering over yours.
  • Deal.”

Seven

  • Obviously, he already knew about your videos.
  • He thought you were adorable and sexy and perfect. 
  • And he constantly created bots that left loving and supporting comments on your videos. 
  • Once Saeran settled in his house and was used to you, he decided to bring it up.
  • Why?
  • Because you had stop uploading videos ever since you joined the RFA.
  • He knew the reason. You were too busy with the organization and helping him. 
  • He loved you so much.
  • Huh? Oh…” you rubbed the back of your neck, a sheepish smile on your face, “Yeah… Um, I guess I do have a decent following and I’ve been reading the comments asking me to upload but… I’m pretty busy.”
  • “I’ll help you.”
  • You looked at him dead in the eye.
  • A video with Seven. Now that would be something.
  • A creative spark lit inside of you and a grin started spreading on your face.
  • Would be willing to wear a paper mask and be in one of my videos?”
  • That was easy.
  • A devilish smirk appeared on his face before nodding once, already plotting the weirdest most random video, fitting for your comeback. 
  • He’d help you blow up, just like he helped Zen. 
  • Of course, he’d ask you first. 
  • And you know… Along the way… we can make some other type of video.. In which we do thinks like fuc-”
  • You threw your slipper and it landed right on his face.

Saeran

  • He also knew you were one.
  • He chose you after all.
  • (This is after Mint Eye btw, he’s on the road to recovery)
  • And I think that this baby would binge watch the videos he didn’t already while helping himself to some ice cream.
  • But he wouldn’t create supportive bots.
  • Instead, he’d look up at the negative comments, trace them, and suddenly the owner’s laptop would have a strange virus. 
  • No one messes with his angel.
  • He’d low key be your fan.

V

  • This nugget underwent surgery and when he watched your videos he was astonished. 
  • The way you handled the camera and edited your videos as A+++++.
  • He’d offer to help you with the filming process. 
  • YOU’D TAKE THE OFFER RIGHT AWAY.
  • And offer to pay him.
  • But he REFUSED. 
  • Why would you even offer that? 
  • “I’m doing this because I genuinely want to help and want to make you happy.”
  • Bless this sweet baby. 

I lost inspiration at Saeran and V aslfja sigh. sorry this was shitty.

Imagine: Dean gets upset when you try to ditch the boys when a demon is coming after you in order to protect them.

Warnings: angst, fluff (i think), mentions of blood
AN: Angel requested “No Pairing other than partner/friend/family–Angst!”, i hope I’ve delivered. You can read this however you like in terms of pairing.
Also, this is unbeta’d and whipped up in under 30mins, apologies for the quality.


“Dean, I’m sorry.” I tried again. It had been a week of apologizing non stop and Dean still hadn’t said a word to me since the demon’s death.
“Please, Dean, just…” I sighed, sliding down the door, pulling my knees into my chest, “Just talk to me.”

“YN’s gone.” Sam called, finding the note she’d left on her bed.
“What?” Dean barked, rounding the corner and ripping the note from Sam’s hand.
I’m sorry boys, but this one’s after me and I won’t have anything happen to either of you because of me. I’ll see you round, please don’t try find me, or hunt him down, or stop me…
This one’s on me. I’ll fix it.
“She’ll come back, Dean.” Sam muttered upon seeing his brother’s eyes begin to shine.
“We can trace her phone, summon Crowley and find this demon.” Dean growled, scrunching the paper in his hand and throwing it onto the bed, turning and storming toward the door.
“Sorry boys, can’t help with this one.” The familiar rasp sounded. Dean stopped short of the door and the King of Hell.
“You saying you can’t control your demons?” Dean snapped, his shoulders squaring off, nostrils flaring, growing an inch and towering over Crowley. The demon just shrugged and raised an eyebrow.
“This one’s rogue, has a vendetta against our Y/N. Trust me, I want him dead just as bad as you.” Crowley explained with a flick of his hand.
“You-” Dean was bristling, luckily Sam quickly stepped forward, catching Dean’s shoulder.
“You’ve found wayward demons in the past, Crowley, find this one.” Sam warned, the King of Hell disappeared and the boys hurried to the library.

“Boys?” She answered, panting and yet she sounded weary.
“YN, what the hell were you thinking?” Dean demanded, Sam held the phone between them as Dean roared the Impala well over the speed limit.
“Where are you?” Sam asked, Crowley had informed them of which city but not the specifics, insisting he didn’t know anything further.
“The only motel in Lubbock, Texas.” She answered, ignoring Dean’s question.
“We’ll be there in an hour.” Sam said, they waited for her to say something, the line, quiet for what seemed hours.
“I’m sorry.” She breathed before hanging up.

“What the hell happened?” Dean’s voice was deep and gravelly, his terror and anger roaring out of him in one sentence. Sam gave YN a said look, he’d been on the end of this line of questioning before, hell both boys had done exactly what she had, and yet they still couldn’t see the sense in it.
“I … I thought I was doing what was best for you both. I thought I was protecting you.” Her eyes flickered up from the floor to Dean and then back down. Dean shook his head and snorted, stomping out of the room.
“He’ll come around.” Sam assured, but he wasn’t certain. He hadn’t seen Dean this upset in years.
Sam watched as YN went back to pulling the scour over the blood stained, floor boards. Dipping her hand into the bucket of soapy, red, water and sloshing it back to the ground, scrubbing hard.
The boys had arrived as Crowley was leaving with the unobedient demon, both demon and YN had been bloodied and bruised, cut and grazed, but both alive, just.

I almost fell backwards as the door flung open from behind me. I caught myself and planted my feet under me, swiveling and standing in one.
“Dean, please, hear me out?” I begged as the willful Winchester stepped around me and headed down the corridor, turning his back on me, not noticing the tears beginning to form in my eyes, again.
“Dean!” I yelled. He paused, his head hung low as if he was tired of this, so was I and that’s probably why I said what I did, “You’ve left before, claiming it was better for Sam, better for Cass, for Mary, for Lisa, for anyone… but it was actually best for you.” I didn’t mean for my tone to be accusing, but it was, nor did I mean to continue, but I did, “You’ve left everyone behind at some point because it was too dangerous, or their lives were at threat, or they would be a burden… Dean I truly believed the Demon would kill me then turn on you and Sam. I was prepared to do a deal to save your lives. But when he came, I couldn’t do it…” I panted, I hadn’t realized I’d worked myself into a frenzy of emotions till now, but that’s the worst part of verbal diarrhea, you don’t choose when it stops, “I wanted to fight, I wanted to come back to you and Sam, I wanted to live. I chose you, Dean.” I spat, he was stock still, as if time had frozen around me and I was left to live out my days with statues. I watched him for a minute, his steady breath in the rise and fall of his shoulders was all that told me time was moving. He didn’t make a move, not one. I closed my eyes, letting the tears drip and slide down my cheeks, I sighed and opened my eyes, turning to leave. I wouldn’t leave the bunker again, that much was clear, I wouldn’t leave Dean, or Sam. I lived for those boys, that much was clear. But it was breaking my heart to watch Dean resent me and my actions, when all I was doing was something he’d taught me.
“YN.” His voice was soft but it tore through my thoughts, it was my turn to freeze. There was silence, I turned to see if he’d actually spoken or it was my mind giving me what I needed most.
Dean was facing me, his eyes focused on mine, boring through my skull and into my very soul.
“I thought I’d lost you.” His voice cracked and he struggled to swallow. He cleared his throat and tried again, taking a tentative step in my direction.
“I may have done all those things…” Dean took another step, “but,” another step, “I know better now. We work together. The three of us.” Dean looked down to take the last step, the step that would bring us within arms reach of each other, he looked back up, “Because you’re family.” There was a calm that passed in the air between us, an understanding. It was still and silent for minutes before either of us moved. I reached for him as he did for me, pulling each other into our arms, clutching at skin and molding together.
This was home, right here, Dean’s arms, his strength was mine, his words and feelings and thoughts… It all fell into place. I pulled my head back from where it was tucked, under his chin, against his neck, and looked into his eyes.
“Family.”

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detective-rowan  asked:

Haunted house with the twins and MC and it's pretty tame but MC still gives a little scream/giggle to play along? Saeran however goes to protect her as a knee jerk reaction to not wanting her be afraid?

Countdown to the Cake: 10


Worth it

Saeranx MC

Fluff

Ugh. That is so stupid! What is Saeyoung even thinking? How did he manage to make Saeran leave the peace of his room to go to this haunted house wannabe? The mold in the wall is obviously a paper wall, for fuck’s sake!

“Thank you for coming, Saeran. I’m glad you’re here.” Ah yes, that’s why he’s here. You and your annoyingly adorable smile convinced him to join you and Saeyoung on this tour. His brother is an idiot, he’ll probably get scared and hug you, and you’ll be the nice little thing you are and tell him everything is fine, pat his back and smile in reassurance, ugh… you’re so predictable.

“I…” he feels like saying he’s glad to be here, but nah, too cheesy. “Watch your steps, there must be one of those moving tiles here somewhere.”

“Yep, just found it.” Ugh, Saeyoung… he almost forgot his brother was just a few steps ahead of you two.

He keeps walking by your side, hands on his pockets and quick glances at you. Does he really think he’s being subtle? Aw… time to show him what being subtle is all about. That tile looks loose, if you step on it… the creak echoes down the hallway, you gasp a little and stop walking.

“I told you to watch your steps.” Saeran says with hints of annoyance.

“I’m trying! It’s just… so dark here…” you look around, squinting your eyes. Ugh… it’s not that dark if he can see you doing such a cute frown.

“Here, grab my hand.” But he can’t waste time, the sooner this ends, the bet…oh, your hand is so soft, how does it smell like? Wait… what?

“Guys, in the kitchen!” Saeyoung’s voice reaches you ears.

“Come on, Saeran!” you tight the grip and run a little, making him run too to keep it up. Does it smell like your hair, perhaps? You hair usually smells nice…

“Check. It. Out!” Saeyoung points to the table where this pink mesh of meat shines. “ A brain!”

“No. It’s a meatloaf.”  Saeran states bluntly. “And the entrails are spaghetti.”

“Oh… right… FOOD WAR!” Saeyoung picks a little of the meat and threats to throw in you direction, you giggle. He’s…he’s not serious, right?”

“Don’t you dare throwing things at her.” He says bluntly, and Saeyoung immediately puts down the meat. “Do you want to go upstairs or whatever?”

“Yeah, I would love to.”

“I was talking to her, actually.” You giggle, Saeyoung smirks at you, he knows what you’re up to, doesn’t he?

“Fine. You two can go. I’ll stay here and see what mysteries the fireplace holds. Probably some old photos of a kid who died here a long time ago? How come the photo didn’t turn to ashes? Buuuuuuu…” his voice echoes as he steps out of the kitchen. Idiot.

You two climb the stairs, still holding hands. Why is it so warm? Or is his hand too cold? Ugh… it must feel like holding a corpse’s hand…  see? That would be really scary. But he doesn’t want you to feel scared.

“What is your thing with my brother?” wait, what? How thinking of a corpse led him to this?

“Thing?”

“Are you guys… dating?”

“No.” you scoff, the way you deny it is kinda amusing. “We’re friends… no, not friends with benefits, if you’re wondering.” Damn it!  How did you know ? “Why do you ask?”

“I thought you liked him.”

“And I do, but as friends. I… like someone else in that… way.”

“Ah, the actor or the rich guy?” why does he care?

“None.” You giggle. Your laugh makes him want to laugh, but your laugh isn’t funny, so what the hell? “Uhh… a stair to the basement… what secrets does it hold? Buuuu…” why it isn’t that annoying when you do it? “Can you hold it while I climb up?”

“Okay.” Oh, your skirt… it’s bouncing… it bounces when you switch your legs to reach a new stair, he’s seeing…  black panties? Nice…

Wait! No! That’s not nice! Don’t girls use shorts behind their skirts? Wait, how does he even know that? Ugh… why being close to you makes him act like his brother?

“Hurry!” that’s all he can say, looking away. Or at least trying, but there’s that little bare skin of your thighs between your pantyhose and your skirt… is it as smooth as it looks? Pervert.

“Meh. What a disappointment… there’s nothing here.” You get down while he’s still holding the stairs. Why… why is he not moving as your turn your body to face him? “What?”

“W-wear some shorts.” He looks away, what is that? Is he… is he blushing? Aww… how can you resist to the urge of hugging him?

I’ll tell you how, listen to Saeyoung’s scream coming from downstairs.

“Ugh, what is this idiot doing now?” he growls in annoyance. Didn’t he like being interrupted? But interrupted in what exactly? “Let’s go.”

He grabs your hand again and leads you downstairs, stomping. He really didn’t like being interrupted, huh? Good to know…

“What the hell are you up to, your fool?” no answer in the living room. And no Saeyoung either.

“Saeyoung? Come out! That’s not funny!” nothing. Fucking idiot, if you ever talked to him like that, he would come immediately, your assertive tone is actually kinda scary.

The power goes out, now it’s dark for real. You let out a low gasp and move towards Saeran your arm touching his.

“Saeran?”

“Don’t worry. It’s part of the show.”  Hopefully…

Then you hear steps, but not regular ones, it’s like a whole bunch of feet tripping over themselves, almost like centipede ones. Okay, Saeran must admit, this is kinda cool, finally some action here and… oh shit!

“BUUUU!”

“AHHHHHHHH!”

A scream. A flashlight. A face. A punch. A hug.

“What the hell, Saeran? Why you did that for?” Saeyoung says, his voice is whiny and sound like it’s coming from the floor, like he’s lay down.

“Turn the lights on, asshole, or I’ll punch you again!”

“Fine, fine…”

The lights are back. Saeran sees his brother squirming on the floor and you… arms wrapped around his neck, shaking, your face buried in his chest… he doesn’t even think, his arms must be around your waist.

“I-it’s fine… you’ll be fine… T-there, there…” There there? What the hell, Saeran?

The night ends up in the ice cream shop. Your treat, since this was all your idea. Ugh… why do you have to be so nice? Neither of them deserve it!

“I still don’t know how this makes me feel better…” Saeyoung mutters.

“Ice cream shops have ice, ice for your black eye.” You say carefully.

“So do hospitals.”

“Don’t overreact, it’s not that bad, you can put make up or whatever.” His brother’s eyes gleam.

“Make up? Oh… you do know how to make me feel better, bro!” fucking weirdo…

“Whatever. I’m going to the bathroom. You… you can have a taste of my ice cream if you want to.” He gives another one of his quick glances, a light pink across his cheeks who insisted on staying ever since that hug. He opens his mouth to say something else, but gives up and goes to the bathroom.

“This was not part of our plan, MC!” Saeyoung pouts “It was hard getting those steps record in good quality, you know?”

“I know, I’m so sorry, I had no idea he was going to punch you.”

“And you had no idea he was going to hug you back either?” your time to blush.

“Uhm, now I know I should never follow your ideas to getting closer to him! I knew it had to be my way, but no, I had to give it a shot to your plan, and look how it ended! An expensive bill in ice cream and a black eye!”

“MC?”

“Yes?”

“Worth it.”

Saeran stares at his reflection in the mirror. What was that? That need of hugging you back? That urge of holding you and never let you go?  For one moment, he felt like your fears, your doubts, your vulnerability, all of that was his. Ugh… but he punched his brother! He shouldn’t have done that! Why did he act so impulsive? Why the only thing in his mind in that moment was protecting you, no matter what?

Ugh, but he hurt his brother! This was bad! No, you know what’s really bad? Now he’ll have to… ughhhh, apologize. But then, he smells the collar of his shirt, it smells like you…

“Worth it.”


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This life, part 3


Pairing: Reader x Eventually Loki

Word Count: 3090 (Way longer than planned)

Warning: Angst

Part 1, part 2

The travel back to Asgard felt different from before.  Perhaps it had something to do with your abilities but it meant little once your feet planted firm on the ground beneath you.  You lifted your hand from the Tesseract before looking between the two men standing before you.  Thor looked relieved to have returned.  Loki was more difficult to read.  His eyes were hiding what was going on in his mind.  You did not want to know what was swirling there, what thoughts would be in the forefront.  

“I have completed my vow to you, my friend.  Now I will take my leave.  My bed is singing a siren’s song to me.”  Thor grabbed your arm as you turned away, stopping you from stepping further.

“[Y/N]… I have one more thing to ask you.”  Searching his eyes you knew exactly what he wanted and it infuriated you.

“No!  I will not do it.  How dare you ask that of me!  I already risked my life following to Midgard and now you want that of me?  No.”  Loki’s eyes widened in surprise at your response.  He had never seen your temper flair like that.  Thor looked abashed for asking but he felt it was necessary.  “I will not escort you to the throne room. You can meet with your father and mother.  My duty is fulfilled.”

Storming off towards the stables, your boots echoed in the hall. Both men watching your form as you stormed away. There was a tingling sensation forming in your hand.  It was necessary to take slow breaths to calm your anger or else you might lose control of your powers.  Your horse was happy to see you.  As you saddled him you fed him a few of the apples that were left outside of his stall.  The ride home proved quiet and far more relaxing than you had anticipated.  The night sky of Asgard was your companion as you sang quietly, an old song your mother sung when you were a child.  Which at this moment you found odd, since it had been years since you allowed yourself any good memories of the woman.

Once home you removed your armor and bathed long, letting your muscles relax in the warmth of the water.  The pattering on the roof made you aware of the rain that had started to fall. Perhaps it would cleanse not only Asgard but also you of the foul mood.  It had been so long and now Loki returned and all the old memories came rushing back. As the water cooled, you washed and dressed for bed.  Your journey had made you weary not only physically but left you emotionally raw as well.  In the morning if you felt better you would almost certainly apologize to Thor.  Not that you would do what he wanted, but you would apologize for screaming at him.  Even though he deserved it.

When you woke, your body was stiff and it left you in no mood to train.  Instead of your armor and your leathers, you chose a gown to wear. The color mirrored that of the sea and sat off your shoulder.  The flowing skirts following behind you.  Brushing out your long [H/C] hair until it fell low on your back, like a straight curtain.  It had been ages since you felt calm like this.  It was time that you had a talk with the Gods again.  Whether they answered or not they would hear your prayers. As you prepared to ride back to your field, a firm knock sounded on the door.  Once more Emin had been sent to retrieve you.  Though he bowed in great respect before he spoke.  You could see a ripple of appreciation at your appearance as he stood.

“My Lady… The King and Queen wish to see you.”  Crossing your arms over your chest in annoyance, you raised a brow at him.

“I have done my duty and brought the princes home.  What possibly could they want with me now?”  Emin sighed loudly.  He knew from the beginning you would be difficult.

“Lady [Y/N], I do not ask questions of the king and queen.  I am merely the messenger.  Please do not make me beg, here in the streets.  Fore you know I will if necessary.  I dare not return without you.  I like my head where it is placed.”  Frowning at him, you went inside to put on your cloak.  Though he was not aware of that.  The man was staring at the ground in despair, thinking how he would word his begging when you returned.

“We need to teach you courage, Emin.  There has to be some in there somewhere, as you earned your place in the Defenders.” The look on his face was just short of joy as you placed your cloak around your shoulders, pulling the hood up after you tied it.  As you rode toward the palace, he asked you endless questions about Midgard.  How it looked, the people, what the sky looked like. He sounded as a child with his enthusiasm.  Truth be told it lightened your mood.  You answered as honestly as you could, telling him of the things you witnessed. Once you made it to the halls, you parted ways.  Emin had no desire to be close to the throne room for whatever discussion was coming.

Thor met you outside of the throne room.  He had the same look on his face as he had when you left him the night before.  “Tell me you didn’t….”

“[Y/N], he is my brother…” Your temper raged again as your voice grew louder.

“The brother who betrayed you!  I am your friend; I have done everything you have ever asked of me.  You know this… this is too much.”  He stepped forward in an attempt to calm you but you step away from him.  Pain etching across his face as it was the first time you had ever done so.  The doors opened to the throne room, with the queen walking towards you.

“Your voices are carrying.  Odin knows you are here, my girl.  Come.” She did not try to touch you, as she knew what was going to be asked of you and how difficult it would be.  There was no comforting you at this time.  You could feel Thor’s gaze upon your back as you walked in front of him.  In the silence your anger grew, a balled fist at your side as you tried to keep your powers at bay.  The king watched you closely as you drew near.  Choosing not to speak, you simply bowed before him waiting to hear him to begin.

“I have been told you fared well in Midgard, [Y/N].  You are uninjured, yes?”  His tone was light and easy.  Not the usual low and dark tone he reserved for you.

“I am well, my Lord.” You were going to keep your replies short.  If he wished to ask you then so be it.  Nevertheless, you were no going to give the offering of it first.

“Do you know why you are here, child?”  Biting you lip against an angry retort you nodded.

“Yes, my Lord.”  Odin’s jaw tensed as he waited for what he thought would be a fiery outburst.  When one did not appear, he proceeded.

“Thor believes that Loki shows remorse.  That there is redeemable qualities in him.  What is your mind of this?”  The king was asking you?  No, he wanted you to offer.  

“I spent as little time as possible with him my Lord.  I do not know if he has shown remorse for what he has done.” Both the king and queen were becoming frustrated.

“I asked you here, the queen and I have asked you here, to determine whether Thor is right in his thoughts that there is something redeemable in Loki.”  There it was he finally said it.  As hard as you tried, you could not keep the tears from your eyes.

“You are my king.  I am your servant and will do as you order of me.”  Clasping your hands together in front of you, you held on for dear life.  Frigga attempted to step towards you but Odin stopped her.

“[Y/N]… I am not asking as your king.  Know I am asking this, not ordering.  I am asking as a father and the queen as a mother.  Can our son be redeemed?”  Something broke inside of you, as the tears slipped down your cheeks.  Frigga wanted so badly to comfort you, but she needed to stay strong in her reasons.  She wanted her son returned to her, even if it hurt you.  

“I will do as you ask, my Lord.  However, if he refuses I will not force him.  I would never force it on anyone.  Then I wish to be left alone for some time.  May I have that?  Peace to clear what will come of this?”  Odin nodded, motioning for Thor to come closer.  You had all but forgotten he was there.  

“You may have what you wish. Thor will bring you down to the cells, though it is more for Loki’s protection than yours.  I saw the mark you caused.”  The look he gave you was one of approval.  You bowed before walking towards the door.  Thor’s long strides keeping pace with your as you tried to retreat as quickly as possible, your skirts swishing with the movement.

Once you were out of earshot, Thor grabbed your arm, gently this time.  “I am sorry.  I had to do something to save him.  I know there is something inside him…”  You ripped his hand from your arm as you turned to face him.

“You knew how much this would hurt me.  Everything to save Loki.  Your parents know what this does to me, but my pain matters little against saving Loki. I will do this because my king asked it of me.  Do not think for a moment that I want to do this.    Once it is done, you will let me in peace.  I do not want to see your face or hear your voice.  You will leave me be.”  Stomping off, Thor kept his distance behind you.  It was now starting to settle in his heart how much this would hurt you, and it caused a dark hole in his heart.

The cells beneath the palace were set up all alike with the exception of Loki’s.  While the rest were empty save the prisoners, Loki had been given many furnishings and books for comfort.  It must be good to be the son of the king while imprisoned.  He stood watching you as you moved closer towards the cell.  “Now what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, [Y/N]?  I am still healing from our last meeting, so forgive me for my curiosity.”  

Thor took his place behind you, narrowing his gaze at his brother.  “She is here to help you.  If you allow it.”

“Help me?  How could she help poor Loki?  Hmm?  Brother there is nothing in all the realms to help me.”  You stood there watching his movements and his face as he spoke.  It was all different from the last time you met. The confidence was gone, though anger of sorts had replaced it.  Looking over your shoulder at Thor you spoke quietly.

“He refuses.  I do not need to stay.”  One of his large hands set on your shoulder, holding you in place.

“Give it a moment.  He knows nothing of what you can do.”  Loki laughed though there was nothing amusing in it.

“Have you not seen my face? I know what she can do.”  You glared at Loki, letting the fire build.  The energy appearing quickly over your hand.  Pressing it up against the field of the cell your energy met with it, sizzling then a loud pop as the field fell.  Nothing now stood between you.  He stepped back unsure of what to make of you.  You were not the woman he remembered.  “Perhaps, I do not know…”

“Brother, let her try. She can see inside of you, your mind. [Y/N] will be able to see how there is something good left in you.  I know there is, just let have the chance.”  Loki was of course skeptical.  As a child, you had the ability to see things, the past, sometimes the future. But nothing as this.

“She does not want to be here.  Angry to be in my presence.  Why would she do this for me?  How can I trust her?”  Him trust you…? It took everything inside of you not to hit him again.  You held steady, though.

“I have nothing left but my word and my honor, Loki.  Everything else is gone.  I gave my word to Odin and I will stand by it.  So either allow or refuse but I will not stay here all night.”  The silence in that cell was near deafening, except for the pounding of your heart.  You were praying that he would refuse but you knew better.

“I will allow it, if you answer one thing I ask.”  Canting your head as you stared up at him.

“What is it?”

“Why were you two never married?  The wedding was not far off when…  when I left. Why are you not bound together and you heavy with the next heir of Asgard?  The woman that stands before me is not the woman I knew.”  Pain shot through your heart at the memories. Memories that were of happier times. Now they were no longer.

“Odin said I was no longer worthy of a marriage to his son.  The ceremony called off a short time after you disappeared.  If you wish for me to do this then we will proceed. I cannot continue to prolong my agony here.”  You motioned to Loki to sit in one of the closer chairs, though you could see he had many more questions.  All of which you chose to ignore.  “Look into my eyes I need to focus.”  As he sat, you moved close.  Close enough causing him to swallow hard.  Resting your hands on either side of his neck, with your fingers wrapped around the back and your thumbs against his jaw.  His skin started to warm against your touch, as you looked straight into his eyes.  

Sending your energy lightly through your palms searching for something that would tell you Loki felt remorse.  There was so much there buried deep that it took more of your energy to pry open the walls. Once open it washed over you like a dark waters threatening to drown you.  Pain and blood.. Torture and lies… His Jotun form breaking through with screams that would haunt your dreams.  Tears poured down your cheeks as the scenes continued.  Loki’s screams as they broke him repeatedly until he could no longer take it.  He had devised a plan… Midgard.  It was too much; you fell to your knees sobbing. It felt as though someone tried to rip out your heart with their bare hands. Thor was at your side in a moment holding you.

“[Y/N], what is it? Talk to me. What did you see?” You looked up at Loki, seeing the pain in his eyes but knowing the truth now.  The screams were still echoing in your ears.  

“I need to see the Allfather.”  You refused to say anything more.  In truth, you could not even if you tried.  Your entire body shook at Thor helped you to stand.  He held tight as you stepped out of the cell walking towards the upper chambers and the throne room.  Loki stood back watching you leave.  He knew what you saw, had he known it would happen as that he would have refused.  No one else, especially you, needed to see or feel those things.  It took everything he had to keep it within him every moment.

Thor did not try to speak again as you walked.  Looking straight ahead, he try to keep you from falling to the ground.  He just had to make it to the throne room.  Once there both Odin and Frigga look anxious for your report.  Both were alarmed at your appearance as they watched Thor help you walk.

My dear [Y/N], are you well?”  Frigga ran to you fussing as her hands cupped your face, seeing the pain written over it. There was no energy left to lie.

“No my Lady, I am not well. But that is the price I pay for this.” She stepped back looking in despair at her husband.

“Tell us of what you found and as I promised you will have your peace.”  Odin stood from his throne walking down to where you stood with his son. “Tell me of Loki’s mind.  What did you see?”  Summoning everything left within you, you pushed Thor’s hands away straightening your skirts and cloak.  Trying to regain even a piece of who you were in front of them.

“What I saw is his tale to tell.  If he ever chooses to share it, is his choice.  I will say that he was forced to do much of the ill deeds.  The last choice to save himself and save the realms was to go to Midgard.  He knew there, the Chitauri would be defeated by the defenders of Midgard and by Thor. Only they would have been able to stop them and retrieve the Tesseract.  He regrets what he has done but he knows he is unforgiveable.”  Frigga let out a gasp covering her face, crying silently into her hands.  Odin looked troubled but attempted to comfort his wife before turning back to you.

“Thank you, child. You were selfless and sacrificed once more for your king.  For that, I am forever grateful.  Go, I grant your peace.  No one will seek you out, until you are ready to return.   And [Y/N] Theinndottir, I will welcome your return.”  They were words you never believed you would hear. Now was not the time, you needed air. Away from that place, you ran. You ran until you got to the stables, and then ran your horse until neither one of you could go further.  The edge of the river was where you stopped, almost falling out of the saddle to the ground.  Once on your feet you sank to your knees in the grass.  Your screams rang loud in the valley as you raged at the Gods.  Perhaps this time they would actually listen.

Part 4 


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