still waiting for the day he returns

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Day, after day he waited with an ounce of hope still nestled deep inside of him.

After a while days turned into weeks, weeks into months and before he knew it a whole year passed without not so much as a letter.

Still he kept looking out the window even as the rain fell and blurred out the world outside. Sometimes his eyes fooling him as he thought he caught a glimpse of them.

But deep down he knew, they would never return.

— ask and you shall receive | pt 2 (m)

pairing— jung hoseok x reader, sugar daddy! hoseok
genre/warnings— smut, oral, dirty talk, (cute) dom! hoseok
words— 15,413

summary— your sugar daddy says you don’t have to sleep with him if you don’t want to…trouble is, you do want to. You’re just nervous and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the true pleasures of sex, and boy, are they good…

 » pt 1 :: pt 2 :: pt 3 :: pt 4  ✓

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Nothing More [Alternate End]

Genre [Rating] : Angst

Length: 3.3k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Watching the man you love love someone else was the most painful feeling in the world.

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Originally posted by petitbaek

Leaving behind the person you love the most was like ripping your heart out of your chest bare handed. When you boarded the plane that took you miles away from Baekhyun’s sleeping figure, you left your heart there beside him, broken and tattered. It was up to him whether he would try to reassemble the pieces, and up to you whether you would want it back. You had both made so many mistakes and waited so long that you were in the worst situation imaginable, and really, you weren’t sure it was possible to pull back from that. You needed to understand yourself again. You needed to choose what you wanted, and so did he.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been petrified to find out his answer.

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Rouge (胭脂扣). Dir. Stanley Kwan. 1988.

An adaptation from the novel by Lilian Lee, Rouge is part period drama, part ghost story, melding together elements of romance and the supernatural to slowly unveil a moving story about the inevitability of change. Fleur, an alluring courtesan working at a flourishing brothel in 1930s Hong Kong, falls madly in love with the 12th Master, Chan Chen-pang, who comes from a wealthy family. Their torrid, doomed love affair comes to an end when, realizing they can never be together, the two decide to commit suicide by overdosing on opium. 

The film travels between flashbacks to the 1930s, and scenes set in present-day 1980s Hong Kong, where Fleur returns as a ghost after spending 50 years in the afterlife waiting for the 12th Master. Believing that he is still alive, Fleur searches for her lover among the strange, unfamiliar streets that used to be her home, and grapples with the realization that both her lover and the Hong Kong she once knew could be long gone.

Rouge stars Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung, two wildly successful Cantopop idols at the time, whose performances in this film established their acting potential. A classic of 1980s Hong Kong cinema, Rouge will forever be remembered for its two stars, and in retrospect its eerily fateful storyline, as both Anita and Leslie ultimately passed away in the same year.

#41 “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

The title pretty much sums everything up. Also I kinda suck at summarizing this kind of stuff. 

Word count: 1720

Author: @chrixa

Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this with Peter Parker! I’m sorry if it took some time writing this, my brain got jammed for a while. Hope you like it! 

PS: Also thank you to my bae @stvrktony who helped me write this. x


You were relaxing in your bed in your spacious room in Stark Tower, Dad really overdid himself in making your room comfortable, reading a rather good book and just enjoying your evening. Sipping into the hot chocolate that Nat made earlier (she makes the best hot chocolates, mind you), you sigh in contentment. You had a great and peaceful day, as peaceful as a Stark can get though, but still, it was rare to have days like this. 

“Ms. Stark, your father says dinner is ready,” FRIDAY’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you willed yourself to get out of bed. 

“Right, thanks, FRIDAY.”

“Anytime, Miss.” And with that you got down to the dining room where everyone is gathered round. You sat on your usual seat which is between Dad and Wanda and received a couple of ‘hey’s and smiles, which you returned gratefully. 

“Anything exciting today?” Your dad asked you as he hands you your plate. 

“Besides Nat’s hot chocolate? Nah, don’t think so,” you shrugged. 

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Consider The Coconut - Lin Manuel x Reader

Request: If requests are open, can you write a fic where Lin gets too used to stealing y/n’s chapstick and then he accidentally uses it when it happens to have a color tint to it. I’m sorry if that was confusing! But I hope that made sense and that your day goes wonderfully!

Word Count: 1585ish

Author’s Note: Sorry this request took so long! I hope whoever the anon was who submitted it enjoys it! Thanks to @secretschuylersister, she’s the best and helped me a lot with this one.  #bestofwivesandbestofwomen Also, this video is important. And as always, let me know if you see any mistakes. 

Warnings: Fluff

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In some versions of the story
it wasn’t the sun that Icarus flew too close to-
it was the ocean
with it’s tantalizing blue depths
and salt water that stripped his wings of glue and down down down he fell
sinking into the waves
no one ever taught him how to swim.

in some versions of the story
Persephone walked into the underworld with her head held high
eyes forward
ready to take and take and take
she stole the pomegranate seeds and when Hades found out
he was furious and sent her away
but every six months the seeds brought her back to the gate
and a crown made of thorns grew on top of her head
and she was queen.

in some versions of the story
Artemis fell in love with a mortal
and when he broke her heart she grew cold and unfeeling
not even her brother could pull her from her darkness
there are days when she still finds herself at the windowsill
waiting waiting waiting for her lover to return
knowing he’s with another.

in some versions of the story
Medusa grew lonely
she lived in a garden of statues and no one came to visit anymore and all she wanted was someone to love
she became angrier and angrier at the cursed serpents on her head until one day
she grabbed gardening shears and one by one by one
chopped off the heads of the snakes
but with their life force went hers and they bled out together
and with a knowing look in her eyes she faded away.

in some versions of the story
the Gods and monsters and legends are still among us
in churches and diners and battlefields
they sit hunched over on dirty porch steps with cigarettes in their hands
or across from you as a dinner date
they have become us in more ways than one

in some versions of the story
the myths never faded from our minds because they are still in front of our eyes and
you are the main character
you are the reason we are all still here.

—  You’ll never know how much you mean to the stars– Lily Rain
Happy Birthday Hailey

It’s the wonderful @victuurificrec aka Hailey’s birthday today! She does an incredible amount for the fandom and if you don’t know her blog, I suggest you definitely check it out asap. She puts a huge amount of effort into everything that she does and she’s been an incredible supporter of my fic for a long time. So to say thank you and Happy Birthday to Hailey, here’s a little birthday themed Viktuuri ficlet to show my appreciation. 

Happy Birthday! xx



“So, you’re telling me that all this panic is just because you can’t decide what to get Viktor for his birthday?” Phichit asked disbelievingly.

Yuuri groaned, resting his head in his free hand as he clutched his phone with the other. It was stupid, he knew. Calling Phichit in a panic after almost a full week of constant worrying and doubt over something that Viktor probably wouldn’t even care much about but he couldn’t help himself.

“I’ve been living with him for a year Phichit. We’ve been together for even longer. Last year he told me he didn’t really celebrate much but this year it’s different. We’ve been together too long for me to not give him something, I just don’t know what.”

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redredredredbluered  asked:

hey! I love pining too.. but more so from Draco's side, I love Draco head over heels not being able to contain himself just seeing Harry. Also I need a happy-ending. Any good fics in mind?

Hey! Yes I do! Pining!Draco is another of my faves. (Here’s the Pining!Harry companion list in case anyone has missed out on that one.) @jaloesie

Drarry + pining!Draco fic recs

And Back Again (Where You Belong) by eidheann (15k)
He thought back on their previous handshakes, and smiled faintly at the fact they always seemed to mean so much more to him than they did to Potter.
(This is so wonderfully angsty, the pining is just lovely, it really hurt me. Poor Draco gets his heart broken, and mine breaks along with his. So good.)

The Light More Beautiful by firethesound (81k)
Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.
(Oh wow, the pining in this one! Draco’s been in love with Harry for SO many years and he just can’t stop. It hurts so good. Amazing, amazing fic.)

On A Clear Day by Sara’s Girl (41k)
Draco Malfoy is waiting for his real life to begin, and it appears that he’s not the only one. Coffee, charity, and the wisdom of the elderly.
(This is suuch a lovely fic! Draco starts to visit hermit!Harry and falls hopelessly in love with him, the pining is exquisite, and the writing is just excellent.)

Whoo Knew? by oceaxe (18k)
Despite having had a crush on his Auror partner for years, Draco’s been biding his time and waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his case. But when Harry subscribes to a new wizarding personals service, Draco gets a wake-up call. With new each message that arrives for Harry from a hopeful suitor, it becomes more and more clear that the time to act has arrived.
(AAGH this is such great pining, Draco is hurtinggg and Harry has no idea. At the same time, this fic is also has a bunch of really funny moments. Love it!)

Stories in E Minor by huldrejenta (8.7k)
Draco has found his place in the Muggle world. He’s got his music, he’s got his neighbours and he is content. Until a certain someone from the past enters his life again.
(Beautiful writing! I love jazz musician!Draco and he’s pining so hard over Harry, it hurts. He never expects to get more than one night with him..)

All Life is Yours to Miss by Sara’s Girl (114k)
Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.
(I love this fic, Draco’s journey and development in it is the kind of thing I live for. He falls so hard for Harry, but is convinced Harry will hate him.)

Chaos Theory by Brief_and_Dreamy (43k)
When an ancient spell book is discovered in an abandoned vault, Harry–a Curse-Breaker–and Draco–an Unspeakable–are called in to examine it. Draco does everything in his power to resist Potter’s advances, despite his growing crush. Potter just wants sex, he assumes, and Draco doesn’t want to be used. He discovers, however, that some things aren’t within our power to control.
(I feel so protective over Draco in this fic, “soft vines of longing curled around his heart”, first pain, then pining pining pining, and then SWEETNESS.)

Weeds or Wildflowers by lumosed_quill (17k)
A perfect match, a romance for the ages, with a one hundred percent success rate! Magic Match claims they can give Draco all of this. So why do they keep sending him on dates with Harry Potter?
(This fic is absolutely hilarious. I love the writing, Draco is so outraged while he’s secretly pining so hard. Exactly the kind of fic I love to read.)

Bloom — Part I — Summer

REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower


Started writing this oneshot and it turned into four oneshots. I changed it up a bit, but I hope you enjoy. x


The first time that Harry came to her shop, she barely said a word to him.

She knew when she opened her flower shop that Harry Styles lived nearby. It’s basically all that her friends back home could talk about when she announced where she was moving—they were diehard fans, and a few of them even begged her to take them with her so that they could meet the infamous Harry Styles.

She wasn’t shy, and she wasn’t one to get starstruck when face to face with a celebrity (not that she’d ever really met one). But the first time of many that Harry Styles walked into her flower shop, he was on a date.

His date wasn’t a big name or anything, and didn’t look familiar at all. But he was very much enthralled with her—he seemed like the kind of man to give you all his attention when he’s set aside time for you, and that was something she rarely ever really saw. She busied herself behind the counter of the shop, counting receipts and moving some stuff around so that she didn’t look like she was eavesdropping, which she wasn’t.

The shop that she owned wasn’t very big at all—it was just big enough to hold a small greenhouse garden in the back that she used to grow her flowers, as well as the storefront where she sold them (among the shipments she received from other greenhouses that were much larger than her own). It wasn’t exactly LARGE by any standards but she enjoyed it that way. Except it meant that there really wasn’t anywhere to hide, so when Harry Styles and his date decided to walk around and look at her bouquets, she couldn’t help but overhear.

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Valentine’s Gift for @peanut-milk for the @aftgexchange.

The one where Andrew and Neil have their first official date( On Valentine’s Day no less. Blame Allison.)


“So, what did you get your monster for Valentine’s Day?” Allison asks, as she idly types away at her phone.

Anger bubbles up in Neil, “Allison, he’s not—“ he begins, but gets cut off by her.

“Sorry, I meant to say Andrew, your boyfriend. What did you get him for Valentine’s Day?” she gives a quick glance up at Neil, whose face appears slightly flushed at the remark. A smirk forms on her lips, “Don’t try and deny that. I won’t let you.”

Neil sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Nothing. Why would I?” At those words, Allison stops typing away on her phone and sets it down next to her. She arches a brow at Neil, “What do you mean ‘nothing,’ it’s Valentine’s Day, Neil. That one day of the year specifically designated by capitalism to celebrate your love with your partner. Which is Andrew, in your case.”

Love. He lets the word wash over him. He doesn’t know if that’s the word he’d use. It’s a word too overused all around him but too underused in his own life for it to mean anything to him.  He doesn’t think any word is fit to describe what he and Andrew have and yet—

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Being a Ravenclaw and Dating Draco Would Include

Requested :)

Originally posted by ilaydaztrk

  • The first time Draco sees you he’s turning the corner leading to the Ravenclaw Tower
  • he watches curiously as the door provides an obscure riddle to the lone ravenclaw.
  • his mouth falling open as they answer it barely seconds later and darts into the common room
  • the riddle plaguing his mind for days, failing pitifully to provide an answer. “What is it that no man ever yet did see, which never was, but always is to be?” 
  • how in the name of Merlin’s scraggly beard does that have an answer?!
  • finally, he soughts them out in the library and springs the riddle on them
  • “Yesterday.” she replies instantaneously before a confused frown appears on her face
  • “How did you get that?!” Draco exclaiming with incredulity, much to Madam Pince’s dismay
  • the girl then proceeding to explain to him and a friendship being formed. 

Originally posted by thealipower

  • STEALING EVERY PIECE OF CLOTHING THAT HE OWNS
  • but acting oblivious whenever he questions you about it.
  • Then one day he finds you in nothing but his Slytherin Quidditch jersey, sprawled on his bed engrossed in a book.
  • As his eyes find you, his breath catches in his throat and his heart threatens to escape from his ribcage
  •  but all he can do is just s t a r e
  • it takes him all of five minutes to regain his wits while he stammers uncontrollably.
  • All the while, you’ve still not noticed his presence.
  • “Is-is that my jersey?”
  • you freezing in place, hand poised in the action of turning the page.
  • “A-About that…”
  • Draco not being able to control himself:
  • His hands would travel up your thighs and waist, attacking every bit of exposed skin with his lips.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

  • Draco becoming frequently frustrated and whiny due to the lack of attention he receives, especially when you’re reading.
  • “Are you finished yet?”
  • “I might, if you stop interupting me.”
  • him then resorting to vanishing the book with his wand and kissing you until you stop shouting
  • him pulling you into his lap at any available moment and forcing you to pay attention to him
  • “Draco! I’ve got a charms in ten minutes! let me go!”
  • him blatantly refusing and giving you his signature Malfoy smirk.
  • “But I’m so much sexier than Flitwick.” he would say seductively.
  • To which you would retort, “But sweetheart, at least he has good hair.”
  • (said while running for your life.)

Originally posted by fadedmapdots

  • when sixth year rolls around, you fling yourself into his arms upon locating him on Platform 9 ¾
  • Only to receive little more than a pained smile
  • You expect his mood to diminish after he sees Hogwarts again, but are deeply mistaken
  • every attempt to talk to him is eradicated by ignorance of your existence
  • though he sneaks longing looks in your direction when you’re not looking because he still loves you goddamnit, but you can’t find out what’s going on.
  • One day after being ignored once more by him, you’re waiting in the Slytherin Common Room after guessing the password for him to return but you fall asleep on the sofa.
  • you awake to a soft kiss placed on your forehead and the feeling of a blanket being placed around you. 
  • and his scent, god, his scent his all around you. Overwhelming all your senses.
  • “Draco?” 
  • His body goes rigid and he attempts to back away
  • with sluggish limbs, you stand up to face him.
  • “What’s going on Draco? Why are you ignoring me?” 
  • he sinks his teeth into his trembling lip as he tries to push the lie out of his mouth
  • “I- I don’t love you anymore, alright?” his quivering hands taking refuge in his rugged hair
  • “I don’t believe you. Regardless, you’re not seeing anyone else, you spend half your time in the Room of Requirement. Whatever you’re doing in there is obviously not succeeding.” 
  • “I should have known. Nothing gets passed you.” he chuckles restrainedly
  • “let me help you, please. You need me Draco.”
  • you pulling him into your arms as he breaks down
  • him clinging tightly on to you, terrified of letting go.

Originally posted by arianavevo

  • Someone: Hey, is there something wrong? Are you alright?
  • Me, internally: Arya got separated from gendry thinking that he's leaving her for the brotherhood without fully understanding that gendry, a poor bastard boy on the run, probably thinks that he wouldn't get to talk or even interact with his m'lady once they reach Arya's brother at Riverrun, with him just being a nobody compared to her being a royalty, in a society that takes hierarchy quite seriously. Maybe believing that an earlier farewell would be better than seeing her everyday but not being able to be truly beside her and just be with her like he was used to. And so he decides to go against his heart and tell her that he's staying with the brotherhood, which in turn led to her feeling abandoned by everyone who she thought was her pack, by him most especially, whom she trusted with her true identity. Without knowing that somewhere, that same black-haired boy who "left" her years ago, was still waiting for her return.
  • Me, with tears in my eyes: ...im fine
Snapchat Mishaps {Pt 4}

Warnings:  S M U T , NSFW gifs, swearing , bucky being an ass. angst.

~ I don’t know why this chapter came out to angst, but the next ones will be pure smut I swear ; just hang in there 😘😏😏

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 Spending the night in buckys room was like having a sleepover with wanda or Nat( minus the booze and face masks ) . You stayed up and talked for a while , just about random things and you managed to learn a lot about each other that you didn’t know ; then you watched movies for hours , until you fell asleep cuddled into his side in the early hours of the morning .

When you wake up, you find yourself pressing up against Bucky, his arms wi ding tightly around you body keep you to him. Your face is nuzzling into his neck, and you don’t think you ever been comfier . It’s one thing for me to be fucking around with Bucky, but this isn’t - I didn’t plan on liking being this close to him him a non sexual way so much .

“ good morning doll.” His sleepy voice startles you , but as you go to move he doesn’t let you.

“ morning asshat.” You say with a yawn . You wiggle around and his grip still stays strong .

“ where do you think you’re going?”

“ to my room?”

“ no I don’t think so . ”
He ducks his head down , nudging his nose against yours . Your heart flutters at the action , and nearlyJumps out of your chest when his lips gently kiss yours.

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 A smile forms on both of your faces into the kiss, the. Bucky starts leaving kisses all over your face, making you giggle and try to shove him away .  

“ Bucky stooppp !” You squeal ,he stops kissing you to laugh and you send him a pout .

“ why’d you stop?” You ask , his laughter goes up a notch in volume , making you laugh as well.
This is such a weird couple moment , but we aren’t a couple . So how the fuck is this even a thing right now ? Fuck , I’m screwed.

He goes in for another kisss but is interrupted when a loud knock sounds on his door .

Originally posted by sensualkisses

“ buck you awake ?” Fuck , Steve .

“ no !” Bucky shouts , then connects your lips . His hand slides under his v neck that’s still covering your body , and stop once they hit your chest. This kiss is still slow and lazy, his hands follow the same lead , gently and lazily palming your chest in sync with the kiss.

Steve begins knocking again , harder this time .

“ we have a mission Bucky, we gotta go !”
Fuck no no no .

“ call in sick .” You whisper against his lips . He Laughs before fully removing his lips from yours .

“ sorry doll , duty calls .” He places one last kiss to your lips before springing out of bed .

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“ I’ll meet you in the hangar steve !” Bucky calls out and you hear steve accept his answer . You groan, rolling out of his bed until your feet land on the floor . Bucky flings your shorts at you with a wink before he disappears into his bathroom . You pull on your pants and leave his room , sending one last look over your shoulder to his messy bed . What have I gotten myself into?

Before you leave buckys out of his bathroom , fully geared up .

“ leaving without saying goodbye y/n, that’s cold.” There was a tiny hint of humor in his voice , but he sounded genuinely shocked or upset? You couldn’t tell .

“ figured I’d meet you in the hangar to say by to everyone .”
He smiles , taking the lead as you follow him to the elevator . The ride up was filled with laughs and new movie night ideas .

When you reach the hangar , your pace slowed down, letting him get ahead to the team . It looks like everyone but wanda and Bruce are going . You say your usual goodbyes before a mission, You say goodbye and goodluck to everyone , giving them quick hugs , lastly stopping in front of Bucky. His goodbye usually consisted of “ don’t fuck up too bad , I don’t feel like spending the night playing babysitter in the infirmary, then a quick flirty retort from him and a wink . But this time, you couldn’t help the change .

” good luck buck .“ You wrap your arms around his neck tightly , his go around your waist . You let you lips brush against his ear as you whisper ,
” come home in one piece , please .“ When you drop your arms you see a faint blush on his cheeks. 

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” you got it sweet cheeks .“ There’s that damn wink

” fuck off barnes , just so you know , your favorite bro nurse is on duty the next couple days , I’ll make sure he takes real good care of you if you end up in the med bay .“ You return his wink, watching him cringe at the thought of having to deal with how rough john ( the bro nurse as he liked to be called ) is with IVs and exams . The blush grows darker on his face now , God he’s adorable . What happened to the cocksure Bucky Barnes from before ?


  It’s been two days since the team left for their mission, and both of the days you’ve spent thinking about Bucky . You think about all the things you talked about with him the other night; it was like meeting an entirely different person than the Bucky you knew . He told you stories of things he remember from the 40’s, about the things he did to keep busy when he was hiding after leaving steve in DC , about being in wake dad , and things that interest him that you never knew . You discovered he loves learning about space , that when he can’t sleep from nightmares he likes to sit on the roof of the tower and watch the stars until morning , along with a shit ton of other things . Some things you knew already from observing him , or that have come up in conversations before ; like his favorite color , food, drink , that he hates modern day music and he gets sick enjoyment out of torturing Sam on a daily basis. Your  image of Bucky has shifted , from being a flirty dickbag to still being a flirty dickbag, but not in bad way, in a way that makes you not want to kick him in the balls when he flirts with you or shoot him in the face when he acts like a jerk . You’ve seen a caring side of him now , getting to know more things about him actually makes you want to be near him more ; you just haven’t sorted out if you want to be near him more as friends or …. ya know .

  You’ve forgotten about the ‘game ’ you two have been playing a few times over these two days and have to keep reminding yourself ; to him it’s just for fun . Even if we do end up fucking , we can still be friends after right?

  It’s day 3 , and almost 8pm , you’re about to start a movie when FRIDAY announces the teams return . You book it to the hangar , and wait silently as the jet lands . The door drops open , and the team exits .

“ any injuries ?” You call out You receive a chorus of no’s , then hello’s .

Bucky is the last one that gets off the jet , his face showing no emotion . As he approaches you smile ,

“ hey bu-”

“ could you just not right now .” He snaps, your eyes widen at his harsh tone . He step onto the elevator , his cold eyes locking on yours as the doors glide shut. What the fuck ?

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

Buckys been cold to you since he returned, barely speaking to you and when he does it’s never pleasant . It’s been three days since he came back , with a completely different personality . You finally confront steve about it

“ steve what the hell happened on that mission ?”

“ it’s classi-”

“ Say it’s classified Rogers, and I will break your damn nose .” You snap

He sighs , “ it was suppose to be an abandoned hydra base, we just needed the intel off the computer. We got there and got ambushed and one of them hr Bucky with a shock gun and it must of triggered a flashback and he went into soldier mode . It took a while to calm him down, and when he did he saw all the destruction around him and closed himself off. ”

Poor Bucky , he didn’t go into much detail about his time as the soldier the other night, but he mentioned his fear of relapsing a little . So you can only imagine how hard this must be for him . You decide to check on him , bringing him a glass of his favorite ice tea , when you step off into his floor you hear loud, high pitched moans , that definitely aren’t coming from Bucky . You back up into the elevator , pushing the tears of anger and confusion back . Before the doors shut you see a girl run into the hall in her underwear giggling , with a shirtless Bucky chasing after her and stopping when his eyes lock onto your tearing ones.

Once the doors shut all the way you let the tears loose , “I’m so fucking stupid .”

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Roman Godfrey x Reader (Little Prince pt.2)

Scenario: You’re a new student at Hemlock Grove High, and you catch the attention of *surprise,surprise* Roman Godfrey

WARNINGS: none

Word Count: 870

Sorry ahead of time for any grammar/spelling mistakes

Originally posted by thelongforgottenglamorousdays

You sat in the nurse’s office, staring at the bare wall in front of you. Your forearm was wrapped in a large bandage, but you could still feel it sting with the slightest movement. The nurse was out of the room calling your parents. Well, your dad. It’s not like she could call your mom. 

While waiting for her to return, your thoughts began to wander. You thought about Peter first. Out of all of the first days you’ve had, no one has ever been as nice to you as Peter was. You grinned at the fact that you had already made a friend. Your dad would be proud. He was always nagging about how you don’t get out enough and that people your age should be going to parties and out on dates. It’s not that you don’t think about that kind of stuff. It’s just it never happened to you. You’ve come to terms with that fact that you were just going to spend your teenage years, maybe even your whole life, alone.

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Anti Hero (pt. 10)

Part 9

Oliver moves to shield Anti as Host steps through the rubble of the ruined attic towards a kneeling Author. Blood streaks down Author’s cheeks freely, and the smell of it fills the whole room. Anti trembles beneath Oliver who tries to whisper soothing things in his ear, but Ollie is watching the Host with wide, yellow eyes.

Host comes to a stop just a step away from the Author and sighs. Author claws at his cheeks and bares his teeth. “How could you—how could you do this to me?”

Host sighs. “How could you think that you could fool yourself?”

Author grits his teeth. His hands and arms shake with pain and fury and hatred, hatred for the Host. “You. Are. Not. Me.”

The Host reaches forward a hand, resting it on the Author’s shoulder and kneeling down in front of him. “Yes, I am.” Golden light breaks between them like the dawn, and it’s so bright that Ollie is forced to look away. When it fades and Oliver looks back, only the Host remains, and he stands. “Let’s go home.”

 

Host narrates them back into the building, and disappears into his library with only a whispered, “The Host returns everyone’s memories to the way they were. Please inform them that the Host will need some time to himself,” before the door swings shut behind him.

Oliver takes Anti to one of the empty living quarters to get cleaned up. “Take a hot shower for as long as you need to, and I’ll get you a change of clothes, alright?” Anti doesn’t speak, but he does nod and disappear into the bathroom like he will at least attempt to get a shower. So Oliver leaves him to find some clothes and possibly some food.

When he returns, however, Anti still hasn’t gotten out of the shower. Oliver is going to leave the food and clothes in the bathroom in order to find his brothers, but when he turns to leave through the bedroom, they’re waiting for him in the door. Red and Green immediately run to him, sandwiching him into a hug as Google hangs back in the door. Oliver blushes and ducks his head. “I didn’t want to do it, but I had to so that you’d all be safe.”

Google walks up and ruffles Ollie’s hair. “One of these days you’re going to have to let us do some of the saving. You’re making us look bad, little brother.”

Red and Green break away from hugging Oliver when Anti steps out of the bathroom wearing one of Green’s old shirts over some shorts. He sees the four of them standing there, staring at him and starts to panic. Oliver rushes over to him and puts an arm around his shoulders in hopes of reassuring him before turning back to his brothers. “Anti is the one who saved me. The Author tried to force him to kill me, but he managed to resist.” Oliver looks to Blue specifically. “He’s the reason I’m alive.”

Google looks from Oliver to Anti and nods to the glitch. “Thank you. I’ve seen the Author’s handiwork before, and I know what that can do to a person. And I know that my brothers and I aren’t all as welcoming as Oliver, but you have our sincerest gratitude.”

Red and Green both nod, and Oliver’s smile only grows wider as Green walks over with a raised eyebrow, flicking his eyes from Anti’s face to the green shirt. “Sorry,” he says with a smirk, “but I don’t think you could cut it as the Green Google, just saying.”

Anti blinks and smiles a little before asking quietly, “Do they make ‘em in black?”

Red crosses his arms over his chest and grins. “I guess we could make that happen.”

Anti glances over at Oliver who is bouncing up and down at this point. “Welcome to the family, buddy!” He pulls Anti into another hug as the other Googles, even Blue, join in. And for once, Anti feels so happy he could almost burst.

(Wow, cutie pies, I have loved writing this story so, so much. Each time I posted a new chapter, I was just itching to write and post the next one for you guys to see! I hope that you enjoyed this little adventure, and feel free to ask for any little extensions to it, any questions that you might have. I certainly would be happy to keep writing some more for this story arc!)

Parchment // Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader

he-men-ah asked:
Hi~ hi~ Even though it’s almost 1 am and I should be sleeping 😅 I was scrolling along and saw the post you reblogged with the members in their hogwarts house and I got an scenario idea~ Can you write scenario with Slytherin Yoongi and the reader in Ravenclaw pleeease~??? //Totally not asking specifically because I’m a Ravenclaw psshhhh no way~ 😂😅 Lmao~ Thanks ♡♡♡♡♡

I got sooooo carried away with this one because I freaking LOVED writing it. Honestly, this mash-up was so funnnn ♡ It ended up super long haha so sorry about that. I JUST GOT A TAD EXCITED. It also gets a teensy bit smutty at one point but dw it’s not much. But this was so fun!! I hope you like it!!

Also, I’m gonna dedicate this one to not only you, but also my girl Madelyn of @jinssmile​ because it was her birthday last week and she’s a Yoongi fan too so YO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADELYN. ENJOY.

Genre: Fluff, semi-smut, Harry Potter AU
Slytherin Yoongi x Ravenclaw Reader
Length: 8.1k

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Harry Potter. None of the settings are mine and all belong to JK Rowling. Gotta say it.


You smoothed down your robes, watching the countryside zip past the small windows of the Hogwarts Express. You were only 11 years old, excited and feeling prepared for your first year at the amazing “school of witchcraft and wizardry”. It had been a dream come true when your letter had arrived. Your parents were just regular people, or “muggles” as all the other witches and wizards called them, so they had thought that the letter was a prank or something when you’d first received it. But as you’d pulled out the piece of parchment and read what was written in the curly green inked handwriting, you knew that it was no joke. It felt too right and explained too much.

Being Muggleborn, you knew absolutely no one on this train. It was the one thing you were worried about at this school. You knew that you would be fine with keeping your grades up, and you weren’t even scared of getting lost, but you’d only found out you were a witch less than two months ago. How were you going to fit in here? The others would’ve surely been raised to expect a life at this school since they were tiny, so would they really accept someone as clueless as you? You’d read up on as much as you could about the school and about magic before you came here so you hoped that you knew enough to at least appear like you were well-versed in all things magical.

Despite all of this you were determined to approach this new experience with zero concerns. You were confident it would turn out okay, so you decided to focus on how amazing all this was. You couldn’t wait to get there, but there was still a long way to go before you reached Hogwarts – you’d really only just left the station. You were fairly sure that you were allowed to have stayed in your normal clothing for a while longer but you were too excited to put on your new robes to wait. You eyed the logo on the front of your robes happily, a small smile appearing on your lips. You were really going. It wasn’t all some crazy dream.

The doors to your carriage opened suddenly and you jumped, looking up to see who it was. There was an Asian boy standing in the opening, a lazy smile on his face. From this distance both his hair and his eyes looked jet black, even darker than his robes. His skin looked white as sugar in stark contrast to the rest of these dark colours. He looked almost like some kind of demon, but you couldn’t recall ever reading about them in any of your textbooks. You made a mental note to look that up once you reached the school and had access to the library. You saw that under his robes his body was slim but at this young age there was still a little leftover baby fat in his cheeks, making him look far less intimidating than you’d originally thought. Those black eyes watched you from where he stood, one hand still resting on the door to the carriage.

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Love Yourself - Connor x Evan

Author - K (I’m pretty sure J doesn’t really listen to musicals I’m not entirely sure)

so this is something I wrote when kind of tipsy on mango vodka and schloer. but I quite like it and hope you guys too. also, i was tipsy and now so is Evan.

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Connor was sitting on his bed, painfully sober after only three beers, while Evan was giggling at the ceiling on the other end. Connor sighed, looking fondly at the other boy, feeling guilty that he has gotten Evan drunk. Yet, he couldn’t let himself feel too bad because he knew that Evan needed this. He needed a distraction, and Connor was putty in this boy’s hands. He would walk across hot coals just to make Evan smile. So getting a few beers into his home while his parents were away was nothing. He pushed himself up off of his bed, getting a baggy shirt and sweats that Evan had left ones of the many other nights he’d stayed there. He was planning to attempt to get Evan into them so he’s reasonably comfortable when he sleeps, but he’s that drunk that it probably wouldn’t matter if he was still in jeans or not. But, when he tried to get Evan’s top off, he went bright red and tried to bat Connor’s hands away.

He spluttered while trying to stop Connor from undressing him. “I have a boyfriend! You’re not allowed to undress me because Connor will get mad and him being mad kind of makes me want to cry.” He continued to ramble, his words slurring slightly. His heart broke slightly at Evan’s statement because Connor knew he was mad quite a lot. But he shook the thoughts away and replaced them with ‘Evan is such a lightweight. Probably because he has never drunk before.’ 

He let out a deep sigh. “I am your boyfriend, dipshit. I’m trying to get you into pyjamas so you don’t sleep in those shitty blue jeans.” Connor tried to persuade him, but Evan wasn’t having it. He kept waving him off, mumbling about how he wasn’t going to betray Connor. He would have found it adorable if he wasn’t trying to do something. Eventually, Connor gave up and sat next to Evan, laying his head in his hands and yawning, exhaustion suddenly taking over.

After a few minutes of silence, Evan spoke up. “I love Connor.” His chest tightened at Evan’s words. “I love him so much it hurts. Because sometimes I think to myself, ‘if I asked him to list everything he loves, how long would it take him to say himself?’ I’m not even sure if he would and it breaks my heart. I know he isn’t perfect and has done some shitty things, but he is getting better and loads of people don’t see that and treat him like he is some dog that they can provoke until it runs and tries to rip their face off!” Evan had slowly become slightly hysterical, crying about how amazing he feels his boyfriend is. Connor wanted to cry as well. No one had ever spoken so kindly of him. But Connor settled for holding Evan’s hand and saying sweet words to calm him down. 

When he had eventually calmed Evan down, Connor squeezed Evan’s hand. “He loves you, too. He worships you and I know he wouldn’t say he loves himself. But that list? Of things he loves? Would be filled with different things about you. He could go on for days about everything he loves about you. The only reason he doesn’t say anything day to day is because he is damaged and doesn’t show any emotions except anger. But I swear to you, he loves you.” Evan smiled warmly, looking at the floor with teary eyes before picking up the pyjamas, and slowly picking himself off the bed and to the bathroom to change.

By the time he returned, Connor was under the duvet waiting for him.When he climbed into bed, he left a decent chunk of space between him and Connor, obviously still drunk enough to think that Connor wasn’t actually Connor. But as soon as he heard Evan’s breathing even out, signalling he was asleep, he slipped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. 

Before he went to sleep himself, he kissed Evan’s shoulder and whispered ‘I love you’. 

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I might do a part two if you want??
-K

senses.

this is a short little matty murdock drabble i wrote loosely inspired by the song “senses” by cheat codes featuring my boy lostboycrow and i’m not totally sure what i wanted this to be but it turned into a mess of fluff so here you go

pairing: matt murdock x reader 

warnings: literally nothing but fluff ok

length: 943 words


Multitasking was kind of Matt Murdock’s thing.

With his heightened senses, it was hard for it not to be, especially in a place that was as buzzing and alive as Hell’s Kitchen. He was being constantly bombarded the sounds of hurried footsteps on pavement, cars idling in traffic, and the occasional argument or passing words of people on the go, along with the smells of freshly tarred roads, cigarette smoke, engine exhaust, and the aromas that originated from various restaurants and food trucks that were dotted along the street.

It took a while, but he learned how to change them into background sensations that he could call upon if he focused on them enough, because otherwise he would have been driven out of his damn mind.

However, that didn’t seem to apply when it came to you.

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Forever Yours

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N Ackles, Mark Sheppard, Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Cortese, Rob Benedict, Richard Speight Jr.     

Pairing: AU Rockstar!Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Being away from the ones we love ain’t easy, suspense but not angst.   

Word Count: 2100ish

A/N: I have wanted to write a rockstar!Jensen fic for so long. Thanks to @like-a-bag-of-potatoes I finally got an excuse to do so. This is written for her birthday/follower celebration challenge and my prompt song was Faithfully by Journey. I hope you like it Ida <3

Thanks to my sweet amazing friend Sana aka @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester for betaing this one for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

Jensen was laying awake in the tour bus staring up at the ceiling. He always had trouble sleeping when he was on the road and away from Y/N, but tonight it was even harder than usual. He kept going over tonight’s phone call over and over again in his mind. He longed to be with her more than ever before, but he knew he wasn’t scheduled to have time off for another month and Y/N wasn’t able to get time off from her job this time to join him on the road. It hadn’t been more than a few weeks but he missed her. Every fiber of his being, every molecule of his body was screaming for her after what she had told him tonight.

Jensen loved being on the road. Part of him missed it when he was at home. He knew he had the soul of a gypsy and that he needed his music, like it was oxygen. It was his drive and passion and for a long time that had been all he needed. Right until he had ran into her, literally.

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