stunt day

Here’s a story that … well, just read the headline: “KFC Has Published a Colonel Sanders Romance Novel in Honor of Mother’s Day and I Am Overwhelmed

Needless to say, I am also overwhelmed. Apparently KFC has released a 96-page novella, called – WAIT FOR IT – Tender Wings of Desire as a free e-book on Amazon. There’s a Mother’s Day peg to it all, but I’m honestly having a hard time focusing on that, because … just look at that book cover. In the words of the article’s author, “I have never been so horrified and yet delighted in my whole, entire life, and you will not judge me for this.”

Now let’s go have a weekend.

-Nicole

After age 28, your focus shouldn't solely be on stunting, it should be focused towards setting up your foundations, savings and investments. Not every day stunt, sometimes stability and finding ways to make your money triple.

- Meggan Roxanne

Enough Is Enough - Part 1

Summary: You have known Bucky Barnes your entire life and he is your twin brother’s best friend, so seeing him on a daily basis shouldn’t be all that much of a problem right? Wrong. You hate the guy, with a passion, and no matter how hard you try you just can’t seem to get rid of him. He is there, constantly, like some persistent little pest that refuses to leave from where it’s not welcome.

So what happens when you start to pick up on just why that might be? Will your strong opinion on him change or become even worse?

Note: This is the first part to my entry for Tay’s AU Writing Challenge I had the prompt  “I don’t hate you. It’s just that if you were on fire I wouldn’t piss on you to save your life, is all.” and chose to have it as a Bucky x Reader fic. I’m new to the whole AU side of things so I hope you enjoy!

Bucky x Reader (AU)

Words: 2,370

Disclaimer: Both GIFs used were created by me.

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

He was the epitome of everything you had ever hated in a man or, in his case, a boy.

Obnoxious? Check.

Arrogant? Check.

Childish and annoying? Double check.

But the worst thing? He was ridiculously good looking and he knew it. You had lost count of how many girls had wandered out of his apartment at the crack of dawn – although you always did wonder if they had ANY idea they had just been used of if they truly thought he wanted to enter into some kind of relationship with them.

Pour souls.

You had known the guy for most of your life (although that was most certainly not through choice) and you had never seen him in any kind of relationship, not even a short-lived one. Now how was it he had been in your life for so long? Well some higher power had obviously decided that you had done something wrong in a previous life because you were ever able to get rid of him….no matter how hard you tried to.

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3. ◇ mafia leader!yoongi ◇

◇ mafia leader!yoongi // angst? // the day a rival gang took you away from yoongi after a struggle, and left him shaking at his own desk in a tidal wave of fury and pure, terrifying anger… ◇


Yoongi wasn’t the soft type. His own gang members held a certain fearful respect for him, their heads ducking in a nervous nod under his piercing, cold gaze whenever he strode past any of them, his pistol always swinging around his finger threateningly. They had all witnessed his incredibly short temper, how he would easily flip the trigger on anyone who insisted on pushing his buttons too far. His wrath was particularly evident when a rival gang made a puny, futile attempt to threaten him, or back out on a deal, it was safe to say they’d be seeing nothing but darkness from that moment onwards, their bodies lay limp and decorated with wounds. His work was known clearly from his signature mark, three shots; a shot in the head, in the mouth, and straight in the heart, the chilling preciseness of the wounds instilling fear in anyone who saw the cold, emotionless, steel look clouding over his eyes, as he’d cock his head to the side with a small smirk, observing his work.

For someone who seemed so emotionless and sociopathic, his stone heart held a lot of love for you, no matter how much he tried to hide it in front of others. You were strong, skilled, a valuable asset to the gang as well as his beloved, the one person who could soften his stone hard heart, who could melt away the cold glint in his eyes, replacing it with a warmth barely seen by anyone. He couldn’t help but let his mouth curl up onto a smile every time he watched you walk past confidently, hair bouncing effortlessly, your eyes always sparkling with an inquisitive, curious look. You could be just as ruthless as him when needed, the sparkle in your eyes glazing over and becoming steely, much like Yoongi. There was a reason why no-one had attempted to use you as a threat towards him; not only would you have found a way to murder them where they stood, Yoongi’s full wrath would truly be enticed out of him, leaving no-one standing, their bodies hanging as an example for anyone who tried such a stunt again.

That day, you left Yoongi reclined in his office to make some phone calls, waving at Jungkook and Jimin as you walked past, two of Yoongi’s most skilled hitmen. You confidently strode through the halls, spinning your favourite dagger in your hands, and eventually slipping out through the front doors of the huge manor house, making your way towards the safe house in the back. Peering around the place, you suddenly felt a prickling feeling on the nape of your neck. Something wasn’t right. You stopped in your tracks, cocking your head to the side as you analysed your surroundings, your posture defensive, dagger gripped tightly in your hand.

“If there’s someone there, you might as well come out now, does it look like I have all fucking day to play with you? Whoever ‘you’ is?” You spoke out, tapping your foot impatiently as you continued to observe your surroundings, listening intently for any noise.

“Well, I guess you caught me out, huh?” Jackson, a member of a growing rival gang, stepped out from behind you, chuckling darkly with a raspy tone. “I always knew I could never sneak up on you, too quick for me.” He tapped his nose with a wry smile, his eyes inquisitive as he looked you up and down, tutting at the glare in your eyes. He spun guns in both hands, tilting his head at you in a deceiving puppy-like way.

“What the fuck do you want? Get it over and done with, you piece of shit,” you spat at him, clearly aggravated by this trespass onto Yoongi’s premises. “It’s either, you get out now, or this knife is going straight in your heart, you’re testing my patience right now.”

Jackson simply chuckled at your words, one eyebrow raising in a perfect arch. “Too bad, wouldn’t want to hurt Yoongi’s girl, hm?”

You were so preoccupied with glaring Jackson down, you didn’t notice Jaebum soundlessly and stealthily approaching behind you, until you felt a strong hand clamping over your mouth, his other arm wrapping around your waist in an attempt to restrain you. You felt a fire quickly burning up in your chest, and you skillfully spun the dagger in your hand, stabbing back into Jaebum’s side, causing him to double over and release his grasp on you. You threw the dagger like a dart right at Jackson, aiming for his heart without second thought, but he was quick to dart out of the way, just about, his gaze now furious as he clenched his sharp jaw.

You were about to sprint back to the manor house, if another of their members hadn’t pressed a cloth to your mouth, the dizzying scent leaving your eyes fluttering shut, your body weakening and dropping like a stone onto the hard ground, your limbs crumpling uselessly as you lay in an awkward position, passed out.

Can I kiss you?

A scene from the fic i wrote for harry’s birthday. You can ready the entire thing here


Draco was just on his way to the patio with a tray of juice when he was roughly pulled into an adjacent room. Several glasses toppled over and Draco’s crisp white shirt was suddenly orange. “What the-”

“Oh! Sorry Draco, uhm, Malfoy. I didn’t mean to…” Harry, it was always Harry, stammered. Draco didn’t even try to suppress his eye roll.

“What do you want, Potter?” He asked coldly, eyeing the flustered man with disdain. He hated how his stomach still did a salto at the sight of him. He should hate Harry for the stunt he pulled the day before.

“An apology. Or apologise, to apologise I mean. Me to you, not the other way around, that would make no sense.” Harry nearly broke his tongue as he tried to get the words out. 

“No need for that.” Draco interrupted before the man could say he was sorry again. “Now if you-”

“Bye. I’m sexual. Not bi, I mean yes bisexual. Damnit I can’t talk with you. Around you I mean.” Harry put a frustrated hand through his hair but still kept his eyes fixed on Draco. They were filled more with frustration than sorrow as far as Draco could see in the half dark room, but that didn’t make the jumbled up words any easier to understand. 

“What are you talking about?” Draco asked a bit lost. Going from carrying juice to attending the messiest coming out ever was a bit much on the early morning, and he didn’t exactly follow Harry anymore. Harry looked like he didn’t exactly follow himself anymore either.

“I liked you. Like you, but like, I did that out of guilt. No I mean before the guilt. I’m not guilty, or no I mean… Shit I should have written this down I’m not making any sense.”

“Indeed you’re not.” Draco said slowly, taking a step backwards. His knees immediately met the bed behind him and he nearly fell. The impact let him drop the tray with juice on the floor. He flinched at the sound, it really was too early for this. 

“Can I kiss you?” Harry asked out of the blue, again. To his credit there were a lot more emotions in the question now, but Draco wasn’t that easily persuaded. 

“Why?”

“Because I want to. You’re hot. And nice, like in a nice person. I mean you’re still a dick sometimes, but in a nice way?” The last line came out more as a question than a statement. “Please I’m not making a very good case here but it’s not out of guilt or anything I promise.” Harry awkwardly bit his lip. “Please?”

Draco pondered on the question. On one hand he really wanted to kiss Harry, on the other hand his life was complicated enough without co-parenting an eight year old werewolf with his ex-rival and ex-lover, and he didn’t think Teddy would be able to bear Draco getting sad again. But then he thought about Teddy’s face when the little guy would find out about him and Harry. How happy he would be if it did work. How much he needed something positive now that his transformations kept getting more painful. He sighed, and gave in.

“Give it your best shot, Potter.”

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