take a fall all the way to hell

have you ever been in love? - reggie mantle

word count: 2.328 (oops)

warnings: swearing, i mention death like once

plot: a quiz about love makes reggie think about you

a/n: plot was inspired by this . i wanted to write something short and cute and now it’s 3am and i wrote this long ass thing

part 2


“Alright, class,” The teacher spoke up, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Hence today is Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d give you all a short, small quiz!”

The announcement was met with a collective groan.

“It’s not that kind of quiz.” The teacher began handing out papers, a smile on their face. “It’s about love and even though it won’t get graded, try to answer the question seriously, don’t joke around.”

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Black Cats and Croissants

Here is the commission I did for the wonderfully amazing  @squirrellygirlart !!!!

You have her to thank for this lovely piece!!! This was honestly so much fun to write I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have ^_^

WARNING: There is some SIN- but I will warn you beforehand and mark where it ends as well.


Chat’s week wasn’t going very well. The boy had been run ragged with photo shoots and akuma attacks. And with the new diet his father had him on he was absolutely starving! ‘It’s almost swimsuit season Adrien,’ His father had said. Hungry and exhausted Chat was not up for another akuma attack, let alone one against Marinette.

It had all started with Chloe (didn’t it always?) Marinette, sweet, kind Marinette who’s parents made the best pastries Adrien had ever tasted, had brought croissants to school for her friends. She looked about as tired as he felt but despite that she smiled as she went to give her friends the sweet buttery gift. Adrien was certain he could hear his own heart break when Chloe came barreling in, knocking Marinette and the delicate pastries to the ground. Chloe smirked down at Marinette as she made a point of walking across the breaded treats, squashing them beneath her feet. Marinette’s face flushed red with anger as she stood with her hands in shaking fists at her sides. Marinette opened her mouth and a loud long irritating noise covered her words from Adrien’s ears. The long drawn out noise was Nino making a constant high pitched hum as he covered Adrien’s ears with his hands. Marinette’s words weren’t for innocent ears, he had told Adrien later on. Whatever Marinette had said landed her in the headmaster’s office where she was sent home from school suspended from the rest of the day’s classes. From then on Adrien had been traipsing across the city as Chat Noir chasing after a very angry akumatized Marinette.

“Princess I know you’ve had a crumby day but you’re batter than this,” Chat chuckled to himself as he dodged another croissant heading towards his head.

“Enough with the puns!” Marinette shouted in irritation sending more croissants sailing his way.

“Aw Princess I know you don’t knead that,” Chat snickered before a buttery croissant landed smack dab in the middle of his mouth. Chat hummed in delight his stomach growling in response.

“And stop calling me Princess!” Marinette hissed. She was dressed in a black and purple apron wielding a large purple spoon in her hands, purple cake batter splattered across one of her cheeks. She was the least intimidating akuma Chat had ever seen.

“Well you didn’t like muffin or cupcake, I’m running out of nicknames here,” Chat complained taking the croissant reluctantly from his mouth.

“Stop with the nicknames,” Marinette shouted throwing another croissant his way. This time Chat snatched the breaded delicacy out of the air and began stuffing it in the slim pockets of his suit.

You’re pathetic, Plagg’s voice sighed in his head.

Hey, don’t judge me I’m starving here! Adrien snapped back.

“You need a name sweet stuff.” Chat smirked. A croissant bounced off his head. “Okay you don’t like that one, how about…” Chat snapped his fingers a cheshire grin spreading across his face. “Pastry Princess!” Chat purred.

Marinette gave him a deadpan look. Chat opened his mouth to say something else but before the words fell past his lips a cupcake the size of a car landed on top of him. Chat popped his head out the top. Sticky frosting slid down his face and clumped in his hair.

“I take it you like your new name,” Chat cooed. Marinette gave him an irritated look as she hopped over to the next rooftop leaving Chat in his cupcake prison. It was surprisingly difficult to move within the dense cake. Worried Marinette might get away, and with no Ladybug in sight to come to his aid, Chat summoned his cataclysm and let the cupcake disintegrate around his feet. It was a shame he lacked the time to eat through the sweet instead. His stomach grumbled in agreement.

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each zodiac sign’s secret weaknesses

Aries — Anger: The sign quickest to anger, Aries knows this weakness well. They feel it coming and you see it in their body language. Their posture straightens and they learn forward. They try to restrain it, but it’s so difficult for them. They wear their attempts at restraint in their facial expressions. You can see them grind their teeth and furrow their brow when they are trying to control it. It’s difficult because it’s sparked often.  As the cardinal, fire sign of the zodiac, their energy is always pushing forward and their fiery nature is easily sparked. So, anger is truly their weakness. Life always teaches them to try their best to control it because it leads to fights and bitter relationships. But it is a never-ending battle. There are Aries who always try their hardest to restrain it because they are embarrassed by it and prefer not to deal with the ugly consequences. There are also Aries who just let is flow. But even the Aries who try the least to restrain it, know it often gets them into trouble. Fortunately, Aries cycle through anger quickly and have a generally positive attitude… most of the time!

Taurus — Intolerance: Despite Taurus’ goal of using common sense to hold the highest values, they usually fall short on one value - tolerance. They are sure of what they think and they know what they want. If someone disagrees, that person is simply wrong. This scenario reaches the point of ridiculous when Taureans are intolerant of people who are simply obstacles to something they want. When it doesn’t even concern values or ideals, and it simply becomes Taurus’s inability to tolerate anyone disagreeing with their wants and goals, Taurus’s weakness is at its worst. They are blinded to it and they don’t see it until they find someone who pushes back on them hard enough to stop the Taurus and jolt them out their narrow thinking. This Taurus common-sense thinking can be very black and white. Moreover, Taureans can be downright tyrannical in convincing others they are right and others are wrong. Yet, enough resistance from other people or the world usually widens their view and makes them see that there are other ways to see things.

Gemini — Being Curt: ​Sharp words and insensitive comments are Gemini’s weakness. Geminis’ minds are too active for their own good. The constant flow of thoughts and ideas doesn’t give them much time for sensitivity to feelings and consideration for polite behavior. The speed of their thinking doesn’t allow them the time for anything except the most direct, pithy way of stating things so they can move on to their next thought. It isn’t that they intent to be curt. In their minds, they are just being efficient with their own time and with everyone else’s. They honestly find it hard to believe that anyone wants to spend more than time necessary on any particular point or topic for the sake of feelings or politeness. Yet, time after time, they find themselves hurting someone’s feelings because they were too quick and harsh with their words. They see it when it happens, and it frustrates them because they know it’s a weakness of theirs. They don’t mean to hurt anyone’s feelings, they just don’t operate in a way that allows them time to address feelings.

Cancer — Being Vengeful: This trait is normally attributed to Scorpio, but it is definitely Cancer’s secret weakness. When Cancer’s self-defense mechanisms fail and this zodiac sign gets hurt or betrayed, they seek vengeance every time. Cancer is the most emotional sign in the zodiac and they need a way to deal with their feelings and make themselves feel better. Vengeance does this for them. The difference between Scorpio’s vengeance and Cancer’s is in the style, intensity and longevity of the effort. Scorpio is more patient in planning it, less outwardly emotional about it and they will stick to it for the rest of their life if necessary. Cancer’s vengeance is quicker and sloppier. Scorpio has more emotional self-control than Cancer. Scorpio can suppress the emotions so that they don’t interfere with their planning. Cancer has some trouble controlling their emotions so they need to get the revenge quickly so they regain emotional peace.

Leo — Arrogance: Leos easily fall into the trap of believing no one can do things as well as they can do them. Despite Virgo’s reputation for being the perfectionist of the zodiac, Leo is often the one trying to do everything perfectly. That’s great when it comes to their career, but they go too far when they won’t let anyone help them because they think anyone else will ruin it. Leo’s fixed, fiery nature becomes fixated on bringing their ideas into creation and having them come out perfectly, just like they imagine them. They can’t believe anyone else could care as much, or focus as completely on the task at hand as they can. It’s arrogant of them because they truly believe they are more capable than anyone else. Their focus makes them lose of sight of the talents and abilities other people could actually contribute to their projects. Their arrogance goes beyond work ability. It’s an overall tendency of theirs. Leos work hard at creating a great presentation. Their image is important to them, and they take great pride in themselves. It’s their inability to recognize the talents and contributions of others that causes their arrogance. Leos are so busy trying to shine brightly, they blind themselves to the rest of the people in the world who also shine brightly. Fortunately, their need to be honest and authentic usually brings them back to down earth. When their arrogance is brought their attention, they recognize it and do their best to snap out of it. 

Virgo — Being a Schemer: Even your closest Virgo friend doesn’t want to admit how they scheme. They will readily admit to careful planning and thinking through details, but scheming, no way! Scheming implies crafty, evil intentions. Virgos don’t have evil intentions. It’s simply smart to think about the ramifications of every possible course of action before choosing one. It’s smart to consider what will ultimately result in the best outcome for yourself. After all, they are our decisions and we all need to look out for ourselves. These are valid points, but it’s a slippery slope. Virgo’s ability to think through choices and outcomes is so well developed that they end up orchestrating, not only their own life, but the lives of those around them without even realizing it themselves. They are just so good at seeing the details and knowing how things will play out in the end, that they essentially become puppet masters. Like Oz behind the curtain, they keep their thoughts and plans to themselves. But the little comments, advice and warnings they can’t help dishing out to everyone, end up directing the course of events more than they realize. No, it’s not evil. But just like Oz, they’ll have you wondering until the very end.

Libra — Dishonesty: In their never-ending mission to make the world a beautiful, peaceful and just place, Libras too often take the path of least resistance and ending up lying. So often, it just makes things more peaceful and keeps things happy. There are two reasons for this. First, Libra’s tend to live in a world of their own creation where everything is nice and pretty. When something ugly comes around, they prefer to ignore it. Second, they don’t like to address things in a direct, head-on fashion. Rather, they prefer to keep things nice and find a way to address things that avoids ruffling anyone’s feelings or starts any ruckus. So, lying often becomes their course of action. It’s not because they have any evil intentions. In fact, their intention is to just to keep everything nice and peaceful. Of course, they don’t always choose to lie. Sometimes they realize that lying to kick something down the road and bit is only delaying the inevitable. So, there are times when they do choose to hit their problems or their enemies directly. When this happens, all hell breaks loose. They are perfectly capable warriors when they choose to be. So, excuse their tendency to take the easy way and keep the peace with a lie now and then. They are sparing you for your own good!

Scorpio — Being Petty: Letting the little things go is not an option for Scorpios. Losing sight of the little things is how empires collapse. Everything matters and everything is important. Most often, this mentality is fine for Scorpios. However, it can drive everyone around them crazy, and ultimately, it’s a trap Scorpios fall into without realizing it. They are careful people and much of their success in life is due to the care they take in their decisions. Yet, even they sometimes see themselves from the outside looking in, and they catch a glimpse of the pettiness in their lives. It can take them years to move past an issue, which, to everyone around them, seems trivial, unimportant or just dealt with already. Yet until the Scorpio moves past it on their own, they dwell on it. They spend a great deal of time and energy thinking about it because it festers deep within them. If it’s an issues with another person, it can literally drive the other person away because no matter how hard the other person tries to help the Scorpio move past it, they just can’t. Scorpios don’t realize how this seems to other people. It’s definitely a weakness of theirs, and at times, they do realize how it drags them down. Eventually, they always move forward again, but it’s always a struggle.

Sagittarius — Being a Prima Donna: The Sagittarius whose time is more valuable than anyone else’s is a common find. Sagittarians have no desire to sacrifice for success. They don’t believe in suffering in the short-term for long-term gain. That’s Capricorn’s forte. For Sagittarians, it’s all about feeling good as often as possible and setting up a life for themselves that makes things as easy and fun as possible. It’s a perfectly logical outlook. Life should be enjoyed, and it’s not that Sagittarians refuse to work or put in the necessary time and energy to build successful lives. Rather, it’s that they have no tolerance for doing any work or experiencing any more suffering than is absolutely necessary. It’s a fine line that Sagittarians are willing to walk, and again, it’s theoretically logical. In practice, however, Sagittarians often fall into the trap of becoming prima donnas. When they focus on this mentality so intensely that they constantly qualify the true value of anything they do as to whether it’s worthy of their time or not, it can seem like they believe they’re just better than everyone else. It seems like they think their time is more valuable than anyone else’s. In reality, they don’t think this. In fact, they believe it’s every man for himself. It’s each individual’s own responsibility to look out for the value of their time. So, they really don’t think everyone else’s time is less valuable than theirs, but it sure can seem that way!

Capricorn — Fearfulness: Capricorn is quite possibly the most realistic sign. As the universal, earth sign of the zodiac, it has the clearest view of the harsh realities of life. Capricorn doesn’t sugar-coat the world in its own mind and it doesn’t try to do it for the sake of others. It’s this point of view that also gives Capricorn its secret weakness of fearfulness. Knowing and often even dwelling on the negative, harsh realities of life, makes it clear that the world is a dangerous place. There is a lot to fear. Capricorns are prone to panic attacks, phobias, obsessive-compulsive behavior, generalized anxiety and depression because they focus on the harsh realities of the world. There are germs everywhere and many of them can kill you. When an airplane crashes, you are likely to die. Yes, something terrible can happen at any minute, but most people don’t dwell on this fact. Capricorns have a tendency to fall into this trap. It’s a weakness of theirs and they suffer with it. It’s difficult for them to move past it because it can be embarrassing and people really don’t want to get dragged down in it because it’s not fun to talk about. Fortunately, it’s that same realistic view that also makes Capricorn fully aware of their fears and give them the understanding that they must be dealt with so they have successful lives.

Aquarius — Being Judgemental: Above all else, Aquarians want to be impartial and level in all of their dealings with people or issues. For the most part, Aquarians are able to do this without much effort at all. As the universal, air sign of the zodiac, they know this is the correct way to behave and think. Yet, they are still human, and although they almost always behave in a level and impartial way, they still have judgmental thoughts. They repress them and try to disregard them before they reach their tongues, but being judgmental is their weakness. It happens no matter how hard they try to avoid it. What’s more, because they aren’t comfortable expressing their judgments, they come off as insensitive and superior when they do. It’s the last thing they want. Yet, trying to uphold the highest moral standards for your own thoughts and behavior and trying to help with rest of the world do the same thing is tough work. Aquarians do their best, but with this world view, they can’t help but see the selfishness and weakness in others and judge it as wrong. This all makes sense, and looking at it this way makes it seem like being judgmental isn’t a secret weakness at all. Afterall, we all do it, but for an Aquarian, being judgmental goes against their own morals and standards. In their quest to be impartial, the last thing they be seen as is judgmental.

Pisces — Being Delusional: Pisces actually prefer to live a fog. When things aren’t completely clear, there’s always room for change, room for error and time to just relax and contemplate. There’s a certain rhyme and reason to this mentality. When we try to make things cut and dry, we limit are choices and our ability to make corrections and changes, which in the end, are beneficial. Yet, this is Pisces weakness because too often, they let it go too far until they become delusional. The delusions can be about how they are treated or how they treat others. Or worst yet, they can be about how they treat themselves. A Pisces can have a delusion about their marriage being healthy, when in reality, they know their spouse is cheating on them or just plain using them. They can have delusions about treating their loved ones fairly, when in reality, they are taking advantage of them. If the delusion is about how they are treating themselves, it can be about not acknowledging how overeating or over-indulging in alcohol is killing them. Or it could be about how they are just allowing themselves to wallow away in self-pity. Whatever forms the delusions take, they are all caused by Pisces unwillingness to face reality. Pisces prefer to float in a pleasant existence that avoids encounters with the harsh ugliness of life. So, they create delusions where everything is pleasant. Often it’s harmless and it simply makes Pisces easy to live with. Other times, it can slowly eat away at relationships or lead to self-destruction. Fortunately, Pisces people usually know when they’ve reach the limit and they need to snap out it before someone gets hurt. They have the ability to see things clearly when they choose to do it.

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Imagine meeting Dean in a bar.


Title: The Good Girl

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, (briefly), Jayden, Rae, Dani, & Bailey (OFCs briefly mentioned)

Warnings: pre-smut, language, fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: So, this story is rooted in my own personal experience at 25. Obviously the guy wasn’t Dean fucking Winchester, but oh if he had been. *whew* Thank you Mimi and Erin for helping me see the issues and get them resolved. I know that a lot of you have been EAGERLY anticipating this fic. I REALLY hope it doesn’t disappoint you. It got lengthy and a little out of control and WILL have one more part. - I know it’s an HOUR LATE. SORRY!

Summary: You were a good girl. You went off to a private Christian college because  you knew there was a bad girl waiting to be set free. You wanted a career, so you made a choice. You went away. You didn’t smoke. Didn’t drink until you were 21. No bars until you were 23. Didn’t have sex until you were in love, or at least you thought you were in love. You’ve always liked who you are, but there was a pretty distinct shift when you were 25. Five friends. One guy. One piano. One drink. One bar. Everything changed. You’re different now, and you’re certain you’ll never forget that leather jacket or those green eyes. Jan. 24th, 2012. The day Dean Winchester rolled through town.

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Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ masturbation/ kinky play

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation. 

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.

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Setting: Having been sent on a mission to steal a very expensive piece of art, Jungkook arrives at your house to report on his job and to deliver the valuable object into the hands of its rightful owner.

If one ever asked Jeon Jungkook what was the thing that he craved most in his life he would without a doubt mention your name. He admired you. Pure adoration and much too visible eagerness displayed on his face whenever your eyes met and lingered a bit too long on each other. You were his boss. Free from doubt, he respected you greatly and made sure never to disappoint the object of his desire. That was probably why he had always been the best in completing even the most challenging and painfully shitty tasks no one else was capable of handling. Utter devotion and competing nature of your younger subordinate and childhood friend Jungkook never ceased to amaze you. It was only natural to turn to him yet another time. After all, wasn’t it obvious that he’d have been more than thrilled to fulfil your orders? Yes, you knew it well. The prospect of a possible reward left him even more restless and yearning for your attention each and every time. 


His main problem that he had to struggle with on numerous occasions however, was the fact that in your eyes he had always been a shy and cute younger friend who had to be protected. Definitely not a real man that could very well make your legs feel wobbly when in his presence.    


On the other hand, poor Jungkook could not possibly realise the fact that you were more than acutely aware of his now changed physics and strikingly different vibes that were coming out of him whenever he entered the room. Was this really the same lost baby boy with puppy eyes that used to sneak into your bed because he could not fall asleep? 


Hell, no. The moment you saw him after a 4 years break had made you question your ability to see properly. He was ridiculously handsome. Tall, slim, but with visible muscles that his too tight clothes exposed all too well. The way he walked even. His voice. Everything so drastically different you wanted to scream. And, there he was - wooing you and doing everything to prove that despite his age he can make you his. Everything to make you see that your mafia boss ass would never find better hands to take care of it. Both, literally and metaphorically.

So, once called to your office and after having heard that he indeed can once again cater to your silly whims, his stomach jumped in excitement.


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Y: Stop smirking and answer. Will you be able to complete the mission or no?

K: Seriously, though… another painting, noona? How many have I fetched for you so far?

Y: Do you have any problems with that? Shall I ask Taehyung if you chicken out already?

K: No such thing.

His voice turned dark and hoarse. After all, you really knew how to pull his strings. Who was the one smirking now?.

K: I’ll take my leave, then. We’ll see each other soon.

Y: Mhmmm…

K: No, very soon…

He corrected himself and you raised your eyes from the documents only to see his back disappearing behind the doors of your office.


The mission had gone smoothly. He’d been extremely motivated to steal that one particularly expensive piece of art for his beautiful boss. Sadly, Jeon Jungkook, professional hitman and a burglar had run into some unexpected problems on the way, which had left him slightly wounded in the end. Had he been too careless because of all that tormenting images in his head? Had it been too difficult to focus on the task at hand with your pretty face taunting him over and over again? He had refused to answer any of these nagging questions and immediately after retrieving the object of your desire his feet found its way to your breathtaking house. 


You went out of your room to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen when you saw him standing in the middle of the vast room, holding tightly onto the neatly wrapped piece of art. A small smile forming on your face, but it died out just as quickly. What was that red stain on his shirt?

Instead of going forward, your legs stopped obeying you and you found yourself taking a step back. It looked so nasty. His shirt was drenched with sticky, red liquid. Was it getting too hot in the room? You suddenly felt it was hard to breathe.

Only then did you notice your loving sister and also a partner in running one of the most fearsome Mafia gangs in the country clutching to his devastated t-shirt in an attempt to perhaps have a better look of his wound?

Wound

The word resonated in your head and you didn’t like the way it made you feel.

K: It’s alright, Lulu. I’m ok. It’s nothing major.

He tried to push away her prying fingers. Hands stretched out for you to show the prize that doubtlessly proved that he had completed the mission without fail.

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Only now you did not care much about that foul painting. You could tear it to shreds right there and then.

Despite having problems with standing he looked so content and proud for having been able to successfully finish his task.

L: Oh, fuck Kooks, it looks so awful! Get that ass of yours to the bathroom I have to tend to this wound or otherwise you’ll bleed out on all the carpets.

You knew your sister well enough to realise that she was just joking around to ease the tension. One quick glance in your direction showed her how bad the situation was.

K: Common, it’s nothing to make a fuss about!

Before she had a chance to respond you cut the discussion short with your command.

Y: Do as you’re told and stop fucking around, you brat!

He looked a bit bewildered but also knowing Jungkook too well, Lulu started pushing him into the direction of the bathroom, not letting him engage into yet another fight with you.

Once out of your sight, you felt yourself getting teary-eyed. Guilt, worry and regret… All these emotions hit you out of a sudden. You were glad Lulu was there. You could not take care of his injury with your hands shaking like that. You felt weak. You didn’t want to show how badly this incident affected you. Since when exactly was the head of a mafia organisation so fragile?

You decided to get him some food. He must have been hungry and tired. The operation to get the painting had taken the entire night and it was only a matter time for him to finally feel the exhaustion spreading over his body.

Not long after, the smell of freshly prepared food fioated around the house. As expected, forever hungry Jeon Jungkook came back to the kitchen the moment his nose sensed it. If there was something that hadn’t changed since he was a child it definitely must have been his appetite. Fond memories started roaming in your head again.

The food was ready soon after. You were observing him as he was sitting at the table and stuffing his cheeks with curry rice you had prepared for him. Cute. Your heart skipped a beat. That fucker… You hated him for being so fucking perfect.

He was visibly tired. Eyes getting smaller and smaller. He rubbed them in between stuffing another portion of rice into his now red from exhaustion fluffy cheeks.

He gulped two 0,5 glasses of cola one after the other. Asked for seconds and after devouring it you thought he’d have fallen asleep on the table.

Y: Why don’t you go and have a nap in my room?

Your melodic voice brought him back to reality. He wanted to respond but only a huge yawn escaped his mouth. He simply nodded instead and took his way to your room where he had a shower and collapsed on your bed just after.


K: Oh god… it feels so good in her bed.

He felt blessed. He was so comfy. It really felt amazing and he was struggling at this point so much. It wasn’t like every day he had a chance to lay down in your bed. He was totally taken in by the smell of your sheets. Everything had your scent and the very thought that it was your bed and that you were sleeping there must have influenced his dreams.

Needless to say, after a couple of hours later he woke up with a huge problem in his now too tight boxer briefs. The dream he had was so vivid… The truth was he’d been dreaming of you numerous times but today it was more real than ever.

He was laying there, still a bit sleepy and drowsy from his nap. When he opened his eyes he could have sworn that he really had fucked you. He didn’t even know where he was…

After the initial confusion, everything slowly came back to his pretty head and he felt a frustrating disappointment the moment he finally realised it had been all just a wet dream.

One of too many…

K: No you didn’t just have sex with Y/N in the kitchen, get a hold of yourself, you idiot… It was just a fucking dream.

He reprimanded himself. The statement he had just uttered was so mentally agonising but he had to do this to bring himself back to harsh reality. The one in which he didn’t have sex with you in the kitchen after you had prepared a curry rice for him.

All he wanted was to close his eyes and go back to this vivid dream. But, unfortunately, even though he was trying very hard to fall asleep again there was this problematic issue that didn’t let him sleep anymore…

K: Gahhh...

He growled angrily in frustration. This poor boy was shifting nervously from one to the other side of the bed while replaying images of you and him fucking mindlessly on that kitchen counter. He got so hard it was beginning to be painful. Almost unbearable. If he had been in his own bed he would have jacked himself off as he usually did when he had these dreams with you.

It felt a bit not right to do that there, though… Right? 

At least, somewhere at the back of his head, he knew he really shouldn’t have. That it was inappropriate and just simply wrong. He was having this mental fight. Weighing arguments for and against.

K: Get your shit together. You won’t wank off in her bed!

He angrily switched position to lay on his stomach and put his arms under the pillows to prevent himself from doing any nasty things.

Turned out, that it was the worst possible decision ever…

He felt his large hands brushing against some silky material. It was so nice to touch that he fumbled it in between his fingers. Soon after, the curiosity won over him and he pulled out the fabric from under the pillows.

He examined the delicate material resting in his palms.

K: No… noooo…

He took a deep breath and squeezed your panties in his hand burying head into the sheets. It was the exact moment when it dawned on him that he had lost this unfair battle. He rolled over on his back again.

His free hand immediately in his boxers and he started jerking off.

Shamelessly.

No further doubts in his head anymore. It just felt too good to control himself and he had yearned for this too much to stop.

He was playing with your panties in one of his hands, while the other slowly worked his rock hard member. He even sniffed them trying to get to know how you would taste. He was still replaying the mental images from the dream in his head. He wanted to be in you so badly.

So badly that he took your panties and without much thinking wrapped his painful erection with them. He began pumping even harder and quicker.

The fabric created this nice sensation on his skin and a soft moan escaped his lips. He was breathing laboriously and he even cried out your name from time to time, imagining that he is indeed thrusting into you on that kitchen counter as it had been in his dream.

Your panties were completely soaked wet. He was leaking with precum and only moments shared him from this much-needed release. A couple of strokes with his skilful hand and long fingers.

But then, he heard a knock on the door.

Y: Kookie, are you up?

It was you. His heart almost stopped in his chest. He quickly covered himself with the blanket and answered in a shaky voice. So unlike him.

K: Yeaahhh… Kind of…

Is he out of breath? - you were thinking to yourself, getting a little worried about his condition.

Y: Are you unwell, Kooks?

K: No, I’m just fine, noona. Perfectly fine!

Let’s be honest. It didn’t sound too convincing so you slowly opened the door and entered the room. He was covered up with blankets up to his ears. 

So cute…Too cute…

Your thoughts once again drifting away in a wrong direction. You couldn’t help, but to smile at this big boy.

Y: Did you sleep well, sleepyhead?

He saw you were moving in the direction of the bed and was mentally panicking. He wanted to die for his stupidity and lack of any control over his hormones. Being caught by your love interest while jacking off in her bed? What a wonderful prospect! It surely would help in proving that he wasn’t a childish boy anymore. He was crying inside and scolding himself in his thoughts.

it was like a really shitty predicament that he found himself in… it became clear that you intended to sit beside him on the bed and soon after, there he was with a hard on and you sitting inches away from him. His face was so red you kept on nagging him with questions…

Y: Kookie, are you sure you’re alright?

You touched hid forehead with your hand.

Y: You seem feverish…

K: No, trust me! I’m ok, noona.

He really tried to play it cool. Too bad…

Y: Maybe it’s because of the wound? Lemme see it.

After saying that you took the sheets in your hand, wanting to uncover this poor, little, wounded boy… You were so worried!

K: NOOOOOO… NO!

He almost jumped on the bed desperately catching the sheets and clinging to them for his dear life which in all honesty got you even more worried about him. Maybe even annoyed? Was he playing a big man while actually, he was in real pain? Your face twisted at the thought.

Y: Oh, I knew it! You’re in pain! Why didn’t you tell us earlier?!

You kept on shouting louder and louder.

Y: Don’t try to act like some fucking badass! It’s not one of your stupid video games you brat!

Then you pulled the sheets with all of your force… and well…

You didn’t quite expect to see what you saw. First of all, Jeon Jungkook,, your childhood friend and now a subordinate had a fucking hard on. Second of all? It seemed as if your panties stood out from under his boxers.

Thirdly…

Y: Kooks, you’re huge!

You thought to yourself or maybe you wanted to but it turned out that you had just said it out loud.

Yes, it must have been the case judging from Jungkook’s reaction. His chocolate brown eyes went wide. He wanted to say something. He even opened his mouth in order to do so, but in the end, he didn’t utter a thing. At least, nothing coherent.

You were just staring at his length… Everything about this situation was oh so awkward. He felt so ashamed. He tried to read from your face what you were possibly thinking and sadly, he only had bad predictions

K: Baby girl, I’m so sorry… It just kind of… happened? I don’t know how… I mean…

And truth to be told all you were thinking then was how damn hot he looked. His body in full view. Rock hard thighs pressed together in a pathetic attempt to hide his throbbing member. He was so visibly scared of your reaction. His plump lips were left partially open in an ‘o’ shape. Eyes even bigger than ever.

You felt the sudden urge to touch him. He was just irresistible, You more or less knew what must have happened and you couldn’t really blame him… He’s so young… He had been in your bed and then he probably also found the panties.

You felt your core getting hot. The idea of Jungkook touching himself in your bed was simply too alluring… and so dirty.

Immediately, you decided to play along.

Y: Did you wank in my bed?

K: Noona, I’m so so…

Y: Answer the question, dammit!

You interrupted him not letting him utter his miserable apologies. He grabbed so hard on the sheets that it must have hurt him. He averted your gaze feeling so bad for himself, but then… he forgot how to breathe when he saw your hand approaching his boxers.

K: Noona?!

You took the string of your panties that was standing out from his boxers and you slowly pulled the string trying to take them out and unwrap his member.

And, oh fuck… You could only imagine how pleasurable it was for him observing how he threw his head back moaning in response. His body shivered feeling as the fabric was ticklishly moving around his shaft.

K: Baby girl…

Breathless plea leaving his deliciously enticing wet with saliva lips.

Y: Did you think about some other girls when you were jerking off?

Your voice as cold as it was only possible. He frowned at the accusation. He wanted to respond but you caught him short when you put a hand on his hard member caressing him through the boxers.

K: Ahhhh…

He inhaled sharply and due to the pleasurable sensation that unexpectedly crept over his body, he forgot what he was about to say. His mind completely blank focusing only on your ministrations. Hips already rocking in rhythm with you palm. His orgasm was quickly building up all over again. You were rubbing his cock in circles never really fully taking him into your hand, but applying enough pressure for him to forget his name.

Y: Answer the fucking question, you brat!

You ran up with your hand so high that it must have hurt him now. He squeaked and his hands involuntarily trying to hold you closer to his chest so as to hug you, He truly wanted to answer back, but it was all very hard because of your touch.

K: Noona, I’d never…Believe me, please!

His answer delivered in between desperate moans and harsh grunts coming out of his throat.

Y: So, what did you think about? Eh?!

K: About you!

He blurted out truthfully. His head collapsing in the crook of your neck.

Y: Like I’d believe you, you dirty, little liar!

He was so turned on that he was bending down, trying to look for your lips. His hip thrusts even more erratic now. It wasn’t going to last much longer. Despite feeling like in fucking heaven he was so flustered that you didn’t want to believe him. He quickly spat out, without much thinking. His voice cracking all the time.

K: I was dreaming about fucking you on that damned kitchen counter!

Words quickly came out of his mouth. His laborious breathing was a true music to your ears.

A way to get a confession out of a guy. Indeed. But, he sounded so sexy you felt a sudden wave of pleasure in your stomach and you felt that it was too much to tease him so you cooed…

Y: Baby, please tell me more. 

His spirits got up after hearing that familiar nickname. You went on.

Y: Did you fuck me well?

Being obviously turned on as well at this point, you couldn’t keep it in anymore. Your words were like magic. He started eagerly nodding his head. Overexcited and happy that you finally believed him.

K: Baby you were moaning so hard for me, I swear…

Y: Was I?

K: Oh, yes, yes. You did! You even screamed my name over and over again.

All the time you kept massaging his dick and, not surprisingly, being the little kinky shit that he was, your dirty talk threw him over the edge. Before climaxing he once again nuzzled his head into your neck as if embarrassed and came hard into his boxers.

Frankly, you hadn’t even palmed him properly but he came anyway. You chuckled a little when you realised that. He hugged you so tightly afraid of letting go. You hugged him back, fondly massaging his back and helping him to calm down. When he was more or less alright he put your foreheads together and looked deeply into your eyes, still a bit embarrassed. He bit his lip. The usual habit when he got nervous and then he kissed you. Deeply. With such passion, you could feel his affection towards you. He was so needy and wanted you so badly words could not express how he felt then…

Out of a sudden, you heard Yoongi screaming as if there was some kind of an emergency or what not…

S: Y/N… where are you?! I came to hang that fucking painting for you!

Judging from his voice he must have been getting closer and closer to your room. You didn’t want to let one of your most mean assistants know that you had just jerked off Jungkook, so you quickly leaped to your feet leaving him with puppy eyes.

Y: Sure, coming!

Just before leaving the room you gave Jungkook a quick peck on his forehead and he flashed that gummy smile of his that had always made your stomach feel disturbingly warm.

Originally posted by bangtan-so-far


And this is how Jeon Jungkook got his very first and definitely not the last orgasm from you. 

Post-Rescue Kara and Alex (on guilt and on love)

She flew Maggie there.

She could tell Maggie hated it.

She could tell Maggie wanted to throw up.

She could tell because she could hear Maggie’s heartbeat, she could feel Maggie’s stomach roiling.

She could tell because she wanted to throw up, too.

And when they found her?

When they found her, and she spilled out of the water, the longest moment of Kara’s entire life was the moment before Alex did the most beautiful thing Alex had ever done.

Coughed.

She’d held on.

She’d held on.

She’d held on.

And now Maggie was holding on to her, and Alex was holding on to Maggie, and Kara knows that this morning, she would have been jealous. This morning, she would have been territorial. This morning, she would have been angry.

Because this morning, Maggie was an arrogant cop who only barely deserved her sister.

But right now? Maggie is the woman who loves her sister so much that she saved her.

No.

They saved her.

Together.

And Kara? Kara will never look at Maggie the same way again.

But she needs Alex. Just Alex. 

She needs her sister.

Because Alex is breathing, breathing, breathing, and they’re loading her onto a stretcher but Kara doesn’t want that. Kara just wants to fly her home, fly her home in her own arms, because she never wants Alex to leave her arms again.

And she doesn’t.

Because the medics must know.

They must know that if they try to pry either Maggie or Kara away from Alex’s barely conscious form, all hell will break loose.

So they work around the women.

The women who love her most in the world.

It takes hours for Alex to rouse from when she passes out on the way back to the DEO.

Hours during which James and Winn have to pry Kara from her side so she can eat, so she can rest, so she can breathe, breathe, breathe.

But only after, of course, they’ve done their share of touching her, of crying over her and pretending they’re not, of watching her chest rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall, because she’s only sleeping, only resting, not dead, not dead, very much not dead.

J’onn tries to reason with Maggie. James tries to reason with Maggie. Winn tries to reason with Maggie.

She won’t move from the room.

Kara decides that Alex is adequately protected.

So she lets Winn and James take her away, take her to get out of her suit, to shower, to eat, to try, just for a moment, to breathe.

And when she checks in on her sister less than an hour later – they couldn’t keep her (or themselves) away longer than that – she’s awake, and she’s busy.

Busy making out with the woman who loves her, busy wiping tears from Maggie’s eyes, from her own eyes, in between open mouthed kisses, in between foreheads pressed against each other and I love yous whispered over and over and over again.

Kara smiles, and Kara nods, and Kara waits.

She waits, and she waits, and she waits, and she wonders vaguely how someone who just nearly drowned can possibly kiss someone for that long, but then again, if anyone can figure out a way, it’s her sister. 

Her sister who’s alive, alive, alive.

“Kara,” she hears, and Alex’s voice is weak. Weak and somehow strong at the same time.

Weak with exhaustion and weak with tears and weak with something that sounds an awful lot like happiness. Like relief. Like being alive, alive, alive.

She crosses into the room so fast it blows Maggie’s hair back, blows Alex back with an oof onto the bed, and Kara apologizes desperately, but Alex just wheezes a laugh and pats the bed next to her. 

Maggie stands and then bends to kiss Alex’s hand – one knuckle at a time, slow, staring into her eyes the entire time, and Kara thinks with a jolt of Lena before shoving the thought away – and then she’s touching Kara’s shoulder, and she’s hesitating, and she’s leaning down to kiss Kara’s cheek for a long, lingering moment.

“Thank you, Kara,” she whispers, and Kara splutters.

“For what?”

“For bringing her back to us.”

“Maggie, you – “

But Maggie just puts her finger on Kara’s lip affectionately and makes to leave. “Spend time with your sister, Little Danvers. I’ll go get extra potstickers for when you inevitably need to refuel.”

Alex laughs softly. “I love you, Maggie Sawyer,” she calls out as Maggie leaves.

Maggie stops full in her tracks, her smile too big for her face, for the room, for the world, for the universe.

“I love you, Alex Danvers.”

She leaves without another word, and Kara raises her eyebrows at her sister as she links their fingers together.

“Well that’s new.”

Alex shakes her head, still smiling like she didn’t just nearly die.

“No, it’s not. It’s just new to be saying it out loud.”

Kara smiles and leans down to kiss Alex’s face.

“I thought I lost you.” Her lips quake – her entire body quakes – against Alex’s forehead, and Alex raises her hands to hold her sister close to her.

“Can’t snag the title of only badass in the family that easy,” she quips, and Kara just sobs harder.

“It’s not funny, Alex.”

Her voice cracks, and Alex almost breaks.

“I know. I know. I know.”

“It was my fault,” Kara squeaks, her face now buried in Alex’s shoulder, her body shaking so uncontrollably she jolts up from the bed so she won’t accidentally break Alex’s bones.

So she won’t accidentally hurt her. Again, again, again.

Alex furrows her brow and tries to sit up.

“Kara, what – “

“All of it, it’s my fault! That he knew who I was, that he knew to target you! That… that you broke your arm. I broke your arm, Alex. And then I… the water, it…”

“Kara.”

“You would have been fine, we would have worked it out, I… the water, you almost drowned, Alex, I can’t… I can’t imagine how scared you were, I… and that was my fault, Alex, mine, mine, and I don’t expect you to ever forgive me, but I – “

“Kara, stop it. Please.”

“Alex, it’s all my – “

“Kara. Listen to me. Can you do that? For me? Please?” She sounds exhausted and she sounds exhilarated and she sounds worn out and she sounds alive, alive, alive. So Kara stops, and Kara worries at her lip, and Kara wrings her hands, and at Alex’s weakened beckoning, Kara sits.

“Kara, none of this was your fault. Okay? None of it. None. Not the plan, not the… the water…”

Kara shakes and starts to sob again, and Alex lays a hand on her thigh.

“Hey, hey, listen to me. Remember… remember that surf competition, when I was a junior in high school?”

Kara adjusts her glasses and sighs out a soft laugh. “Yeah, you wiped out and nearly dr – oh. Oh.”

Alex grimaces, too, but she shakes her head. “When we were kids, I… what I thought about, then, was… was how much I wanted to tell you. About how you weren’t just… an annoyance, you weren’t a hindrance on my life. You weren’t a nuisance, you were… you were my everything. And you still are. Kara, I… this time?” 

Alex shudders and Kara knows there will be long nights, and there will be nightmares, and they will be so much different than after that surf competition, because that wasn’t deliberate and it wasn’t torture. Traumatizing. Very. But not… not this.

But Alex presses on, and Kara files it away for later.

“This time, I knew… I knew you know how much I love you. I knew you know… Kara, that was… short of hurting you, or threatening you, that was the scariest thing that anyone has ever done to me. But I… Kara, I would do it a thousand times, a million, more, if it was to protect you. If it was to keep you safe, keep you from being blackmailed like that again.”

She doesn’t say that next time, it could have been James. Winn. J’onn. Lena. Cat. Maggie. She doesn’t say any of it, because she can barely bring herself to think it.

All in all, she’s grateful.

Grateful it was her, not any of the other people Kara loves.

“Alex, I would never want you to – “

“I know. I know you wouldn’t, but Kara, I just… I love you. I love you, and I would do anything for you. But I don’t have to anymore, not right now. Because look! I’m safe, and I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. Okay? I promise.”

Kara sobs again, and this time, when she curls down onto Alex’s chest, Alex sobs, too.

She breaks her promise when Maggie comes in and Kara shifts back out, to replenish the water she’d drained from her tear ducts onto Alex’s shirt, to try to stave off the brutal headache from her crying session.

She breaks her promise because she unleashes her puppy eyes on Maggie, and Maggie is helpless, and Maggie is all but forced to help her limp out of bed, and Kara can’t do anything but beam, because if the way Alex breaks her promise to not go anywhere is simply by stumbling away from her bed with her girlfriend’s strong, loving arms around her?

That’s something that Kara can definitely, definitely live with.

memories 01. i don’t know if this is reality or a dream.

he grips the railing, metal kissing his bruises bittersweet. he stops. 

breathe.

he looks off, sharp eyes gauging  hesitance in jin’s soft muted gaze, the warmth of his brown eyes soon replaced by film and hard glass, and it sets him back on course.

breathe.

taehyung closes his eyes and leans forward, the adrenaline in his chest relieved by the sudden weightlessness caught between his heels. he inhales the pinks and oranges of the sky, the waning sun caught between his lips, and for very first time, he soars. he soars far above the ground, above the grass, above jin, and far beyond the dredges of reality he’d been grounded to for so long (and for much too long). and he keeps soaring, suspended in the silence of his chaotic headspace, soaring even farther, even as gravity tugs down his sleeves and begs at his feet.

jin watches, head booming with applause and excitement. the voices holler and cheer, ghosting whispers in his ears, knowing too well of their fixation towards the descending figure before him, as they clap-!  whoop-!  scream–!

but taehyung hears nothing. he doesn’t hear the chorus of gasps when he falls, he doesn’t hear the hurrahs, the satisfaction of having a full audience. he can only sense. sense a blank stare watching him through false mirrors and still windows. sense the impending fruit of his fall. he can sense gravity dragging plastic and glass from shaking hands to shatter on concrete as it drags him whole into the mouth of the tide, pulling jin and his illusions to drown with him.

to taehyung, the world is quiet.

let’s be        
             he smiles.        
                               young forever.


( awake!au by @caramoccii |  memories:
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What’s the Record?

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector


Characters: Jensen x Reader 

Warnings: Fluffy, smutish

Word Count: 800

A/N: I needed to calm down after this Tuesday from HELL. The thought of having this happen after a day like today, enough to get me all kinds of needy. Hope you enjoy it. I know it’s been a while since I’ve written. My apologies! I was also able to work this into my 30 Days of Jensen and Dean. This is fic number TWENTY-THREE. The line, “What were you thinking, idiot?” was requested by @iwriteaboutdean. I altered a little to fit my purposes, so I hope you like. Sorry it has taken me so long!

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anonymous asked:

SHINee at the carnival?

wow i haven’t been to a carnival in YEARS, here you go anon!  💕

onew:

  • *is covered in powdered sugar* 
  • shinee: “wtf is all that” 
  • “………………” *swipes at mouth* “…cocaine” 

jonghyun:

  • holding two puffs of pink cotton candy in his hands staring longingly at them 
  • he misses his pink hair!!!!!!!!!!
  • riding the viking is a must 
  • riding spinning teacups with taemin the manic speed demon was a MISTAKE (especially after the funnel cake and hot dogs he scarfed down) 
  • finds his way to the nearest garbage can asap 

key:

  • “candy apples are unnecessarily difficult to eat” 
  • his face is smeared with red candy streaks 
  • takes one look at the ferris wheel and is like HELL no that thing is a breeze away from falling apart 
  • members manhandle him on while he tries to struggle in a dignified way but each of them are holding down a limb each and jesus HE’LL JUST WALK 
  • someone gave him this flamingo balloon hat  

minho:

  • losing all his money on those rigged basketball games
  • every time a member coaxes him away the caller says “nice try dude maybe next time” and he slams down another 5,000₩ and the cycle begins again (jonghyun: “c’mon minho a goldfish isn’t worth it” / IT’S NOT ABOUT THE GOLDFISH IT’S ABOUT MY PRIDE AS A MAN”) 
  • key buys him a goldfish after 
  • he named it shiny 

taemin: 

  • “where’s the dunk tank? don’t these things usually have a dunk tank?” 
  • laughing way too gleefully while playing the watergun games 
  • makes sound effects with his mouth 
  • top shelf prize top shelf prize 
  • picks a huge stuffed banana
  • gives it to minho
  • “there, there hyung” 

Ok but really, one thing I have yet to see is a non-irradiated junkrat who ends up still taking his love for explosives seriously and ends up becoming at least a part time demolitions expert. And maybe owns a mechanical shop, if his love of tinkering with things speaks for anything. Then there’s big bad biker Mako, referred to as Roadhog not only for his status within his gang, but also for his tenancy to scare the shit out of anyone who has to share the road with him. Well, turns out quite a lot of the members of Roadhog’s gang go to Junkrats shop when their bikes need work. Mako figures if they can trust this mechanic, he must be trustworthy, so he gives him the time of day when he needs work done. To say the least, Junkrat is not what he expects, but in a good way. They click after the first-time they meet, bonding over a love of bikes and a little destructive fun. Once Roadhog finds out Junkrat owns and rides a bike too, they start riding together all the time, and junkrat starts taking him along with him when he gets called to level a structure. They have fun doing wild shit together, grow close enough to trust each other with their troubles (maybe mako had a tragic backstory, how Junkrat lost his limbs, etc.) fall in love and raise hell as the baddest couple you’ve ever seen. The biker gang throws them this whole big ass party when the two get engaged. Civilians are terrified. Junkrat loves it. (Bonus points if it later comes to light that the gang totally messed with Roadhog’s bike and forcing him to get it fixed as a way of getting him and Junkrat together)

Boyf Riends AU: Michael's SQUIP

Jeremy hated pills, especially putting them in his mouth and then having to swallow it whole with a drink so instead he put it in a sandwich. He is about to eat it when his dad calls him and he leaves the room to talk to him. Michael had not eaten since lunch today and notices the sandwich Jeremy made, just lying on the table. It’s just one sandwich, he reasoned, he can make Jeremy another one later. And so by the time Jeremy comes back in there’s Michael playing Apocalypse of the Damned with an empty plate right next to him. Jeremy starts to freak out and Michael feels so guilty for eating his 400 dollar pill. They spend the night at Michael’s place and in the middle of the night Michael gets thirsty so he grabs a Mountain Dew from his fridge. The second he takes a drink, he falls to the floor in pain, Jeremy comes running down and tries to help his best friend when all off a sudden Michael stops struggling on the floor. He grabs Jeremy by the shoulders and tells him there’s a voice in his head calling itself a SQUIP. And what’s Michael’s goal? Not to get popular or the girl, but to get with Jeremy. And the SQUIP will make that happen one way or another.

anonymous asked:

I have this headcanon like can u imagine tony being the only person who can fix bucky ahhhhh

I have a headcanon that Bucky latches on to Tony for whatever reason (maybe because he’s a fucking good human being who doesn’t treat Bucky like he’s fragile. Like he’s broken. but whatever) and Tony becomes the only one Bucky will even let try and help him. 

He becomes the one Bucky goes to when he needs comforting- no empty words about how it will all be okay in time, about how nothing was his fault and he shouldn’t feel bad- just a warm presence and a quiet one sided conversation about mundane things like board meetings and suit upgrades.
Occasionally, Tony would let his hand fall near Bucky’s. A no-pressure invitation- which Bucky usually ended up taking more often that not.

He’s the one Bucky goes to about his arm- no matter what Steve and Sam say about seeing ‘proper’ specialists, there is no way on hell or Earth that he’d let a stranger fiddle about with those mechanisms. He’d end up killing them without even blinking- the arm is… sensitive. And no-one he doesn’t explicitly, fully trust is going near it.

Only Tony.


And eventually, he learns how to trust others. Tony lets him realise how much his behaviour is affecting Steve, who just wants to help him, and Bucky hates thinking that he is hurting more people. Again.

So he lets go a little. Allows other people in. Learns everything all over- how to be human, how to be kind. It’s difficult- so very difficult- but he makes it, in the end. He comes out the other side.


He still sticks with Tony, though. Because Tony was the first. And Tony was twisted and broken and completely, utterly amazing.

( and God forbid if you hurt him in any way while Bucky was around. Winter Solider aggression mixed with Bucky Barnes protectiveness?? Holy shit you’d better run.)

anonymous asked:

the prettiest thing (i've ever seen) and stop (wait a minute) are the cutest fucking things I've ever read. i hate you, but also please never stop writing ever. i don't even waTCH HOCKEY AND YET? here i am. in hell

Nonny, first of all, thank you from the bottom of my soul for your enthusiasm :) You’re too, too kind and feedback like this is fuel for a fic writer’s soul. Second, SORRY NOT SORRY. 

Thirdly, welcome to hockey hell. Relax, take a seat. And a strong alcoholic beverage. You’ll need it. 

Here’s what the fuck this ice game is about, told in the most perfect and hilarious way possible 

Here’s all the content of this blog simply tagged “no.” Which is enough to make a stone fall in love with Sidney Crosby, probably. 

Would u like to cry abt Evgeni Malkin?

The latter part of this video features Sidney Crosby’s “gently talking to children” voice and I have never been the same since I’ve watched it

Do you remember cheesy early to mid 2000s amvs? This basically is one except instead of anime it’s Evgeni Malkin playing the sexiest damn hockey you’ve ever seen.

Sidney Crosby works out, teaches tiny children hockey, and strolls pensively along the lakefront of his Nova Scotia property. Also, this won a regional Emmy. Not even kidding. 

And, hmu if you ever want fic recs. You like my fic? I got recs for daaaaays

anonymous asked:

Princess Au where a dragon named Emil try's to steal princess Sara but takes her brother instead. But the reason why Emil is taking people is because he is lonely and trying to break a curse.

oh my gOD OK LISTEN (and listen carefully because this will be L O N G)

  • Emil is no cute dragon, he’s frickin’ HUGE AND SCARY, but there are so many false legends and stories about him, like he can breathe fire and he once destroyed the whole kingdom with just one foot and the huge storm that caused so much damage last summer was because Emil just flew by and his wings are so strong… Basically the kingdom thinks all the bad stuff that happens there is Emil’s fault
  • Emil is a dragon from the Czech lands
  • He used to be the only son of King Nekola II
  • Prince Emil was the sun of the kingdom, even when things weren’t looking the best, everyone knew prince Emil would lead them out of the darkness one day
  • A terrible war broke out in the central Europe, though, and it wasn’t a good time for the Czech lands. They kept losing, people were starving and at the time the neighbour Slovak kingdom asked for help. King Nekola was really sad and tried to consider every option, but, in the end, he had to decline the help. There was no way to do it. And so the Slovak godesses cursed Emil.
  • At the day of his 18th birthday he changed into a dragon
  • The people only knew that the prince disappeared and all the hope for the kingdom was lost
  • Emil fled the Czech lands and flew for as long as he could until he landed in the King Crispino’s kingdom


  • Emil lives in isolation in the forest for months. He’s a sad, big dragon that can’t deal with loneliness, he needs people around him, he misses that he can’t sing or dance, he misses his family…
  • Eventually he gets spotted by the villagers and causes a bit of a panic, but no one really does anything since Emil doesn’t go near the town.
  • One day prince Michele is on a hunt in the forest, but his dog gets lost. Michele is desperate, he’s had the doggo since he was a puppy and he’s been his best friend since he was a child
  • Emil spots the prince and falls in love with him. Prince Mickey is so beautiful and charming and, though he can’t understand a word he says, Emil finds his voice soothing and kind
  • Emil finds the dog two days later, scared and starving. He feels so bad that he can’t just cuddle that little fluffball. But he decides he HAS TO take the dog to the concerned charming man that was looking for him. So he takes the doggo in his hands and flies out of the forest to find the nearest town.
  • Once he appears above the town, though, everyone starts panicking and screaming and they start attacking Emil.
  • Emil does all he can to protect the doggo because the doggo doesn’t deserve all the stress you stupid people! Leave the doggo alone!
  • The castle launches a big attack on Emil and, since Emil is not that good at flying, he gets hit pretty bad. He finally spots the beautiful man at the castle wall, though
  • He lands very clumsily right in front of Emil and everyone starts panicking because holy SHIT he’s gonna fry our prince alive!
  • Emil just leans down, gently places the doggo to Michele’s feet and flies away


  • Emil lands back at his usual spot deep in the forest and legit thinks he’s not gonna live through the night
  • He’s badly wounded and cries quietly all night because everyone is scared of him and he just tried to help, even the man he helped looked just terrified
  • Michele knows he should stay at home and try to get the kingdom back to normal, but he keeps thinking about the dragon everytime he snuggles his dog, he feels bad for what the people did to him
  • He ends up running around the woods all night with his doggo trying to find the dragon, he wants to thank him
  • Btw the dog’s name is Alfredo, just for the record
  • They finally find the giant dragon near the lake at the sunrise
  • Michele is really scared to get near, he knows injured animals can be quite agressive. And he’s also really scared that they might have killed the dragon, looking at the giant pile of flesh and skales, not moving. He really hopes the dragon just fell asleep
  • Before he can do anything, Alfredo the doggo runs towards Emil and starts nudging him with his snout. Alfredo can sense the dragon is just a giant dog lover inside
  • Michele decides to go near, too, because he trusts his dog
  • Emil finally opens his eyes, he looks tired and miserable, but visibly happy that his new doggo friend (and his owner) is there to keep him company
  • Michele almost starts crying, seeing how badly the people hurt Emil. He starts thanking him all over again and apologizes for what happened, he keeps repeating how grateful he is for getting Alfredo back because he’s his only friend and he wouldn’t be able to live without him (believe it or not, prince Michele is a very lonely prince)
  • Michele ends up placing a thankful kiss on top of Emil’s snout because he can’t think of any other way to show him how much grateful he is for his help
  • At that moment Emil feels a weird sensation in his body and in a few seconds a beautiful Czech princ lays in front of Mickey in the grass
  • Beautiful and badly injured


  • Michele takes Emil back to the castle (while Alfred keeps whining all the way home because his friend is hurt)
  • King Crispino immediately realizes who the young lad brought in is
  • Everything ends up well, Emil is treated and healed and brings the sunshine back to his kingdom along with a beautiful and charming new prince and his doggo baby Alfred because they both absolutely fall in love with Emil and will never let anyone hurt him again
Rapheal x Chubby!Reader

I hope this is along the lines of what you wanted anon! :) 

 11:00 pm standing in front of the mirror again for what seemed like ages, poking and prodding and the stomach you hated. Unlike the magazines and television models you had a bit more to your body then they did. As your eyes caught the “skinny” jeans laying in the corner of your room, a sigh of defeat escaped your lips. They were good jeans nothing was wrong with them except for the fact the sometimes it got difficult to fit into them comfortably.

 Personally you liked your leggings better, they fit snugly, they were soft and they didn’t make your thighs itch which nobody wanted. There was one downside to this all, they were the same pair of jeans that April owned and April was a goddess in most men’s eyes. Long legs, hour glass figure, clear complexion, could eat fast food for a year and not gain a single pound. That’s what you wanted so badly to be, especially when you caught Raphael’s longing stares in her direction and thin models on motorcycles posters strewn across his room. Even as Raph laid across the room in your bed you couldn’t help but think that he deserved more than you, someone who could defend themselves and fight for the little guy, someone who could charm her way into the room, who made everyone’s heads turn as she entered. Realizing to yourself that you had just described April you angrily tossed your damned jeans to the floor and kicked them swiftly under the bed, knocking over your chair in the process which startled Raphael awake.

 “Ya know I’m trying to sleep here…Eh babe what’s the matter?”

 “Absolutely nothing Raphael I’m perfectly freaking fine!”

 “Eh I highly doubt that doll”

 “Why me Raphael? Why have all this as a girlfriend, why not some thin stick like creature that you like so much?! What’s the point of dating me when you obviously don’t like what I look like, am I that bad that your just with me because you feel bad?!”

 “What the- HEY! Calm down y/n”

 “That’s rich coming from you Raph”

 “Nah what’s rich is how dumb your being, what. The hell do ya mean I don’t like how ya look? Ya think I’d enjoy someone else? Y/n what the shell’s gotten into you!”

 “Go be with April, she’s the better choice for you! God dammit Raph she’s everything you need and everything I’m not! Can’t you see? She can jump rooftops and fight the bad guys while still coming up with some sort of world saving plan and still look like she’s stepped out of a beauty salon! She’s miss perfect isn’t she? Rides motorcycles, takes long walks, kick boxes, she’s thin, she’s great at everything! I’m just not enough for you can’t you see! I’m just standing in your way of being happy for once! Leave me while you can Raph! Don’t pity me anymore.” “Y/n…baby c’mere”

 Raphael’s eyes softened as he realized what you were going on about, he hadn’t meant to cause you to feel this way. To him you are the most beautiful girl he’s ever met yea sure April was pretty but you were something else. You could belt out the lyrics to ever rock and roll song ever created, you weren’t afraid of taking one for the team, your laugh made him feel like that’s all he ever wanted. Wrapping you in his arms tightly even though you tried to squirm away wanting to scream out another round of angry words and hot tears falling down your face.

 “Doll, I’m gonna love ya until I can’t no more then I’m gonna love ya just the way ya are some more. I don’t need April by my side, hell I have my girl right here in my arms and there ain’t no way I’m letting her go. You’re beautiful baby and I don’t tell you it enough, I love gettin lost in your eyes and I love picking you up just to hear you laugh, I love your body babe, all the curves just make their more to love and there ain’t no way I would want anything less. I’m a frickin idiot for not telling you more baby, hell it takes a special kind of girl to wanna date a mutant turtle” 

 Your tears eventually turned into sniffles and your sniffles turned into a giggle as Raph made fun of himself. He smirked at your little laugh, kissing the top of your head.

 “That’s my girl, my beautiful girl”

 “I love you Raphie”

 “Yea you do, I love you to y/n more then ya know doll.”

 “I think I have a pretty good idea how much now!” 

 “Do me a favour doll, never doubt how beautiful ya are. I see in you everything I’ve ever wanted and I wouldn’t want it any other way. All I need is you, all I want is you, I don’t need no one else as long as I’ve got you. Short and chubby, tall and thin, I’m gonna love you no matter what. After all I’ve got some flaws that need work to, and your always there to give me an attitude check and to make me a better man…well better turtle. But ya know if you wanna learn how to box then I can teach you a few moves” 

 Curling into his arms just a little more you stood on your tip toes and gave Raph a long sweet kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and feeling his wrap tightly around your waist. There’s was nothing to be ashamed about, loving yourself was what was important. Even if you couldn’t do it now then at least you had Raph to help you along the way.

 Side note: everyone’s bodies are beautiful! Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise either :)

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Just Ask - Part 7

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: Steeb is a dumbass. 

Part 6

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Crossing Lines Part 2

Summary: AU Jensen and reader moved to LA so he could pursue a music career. A new tenant just moved into their building.  His name is Chris and he’s an up and coming actor.

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader, Chris Evans

Word Count:  3045

Warnings: SMUT, angst, fluff, cheating

A/N: These are my two faves and my mind wandered as I thought about what it would be like to have to choose between them. This is the result. This will be a multi-part series.

Missed Part 1?  Read it HERE.

Thank you to @hannahindie for betaing this for me!

All images are from Google Search, credit goes to their owners.

 

He leans in and you don’t lean away.  His crystal blue eyes fill your vision, asking you for permission and he must see it because he closes the remaining distance capturing your mouth with his.  His lips are soft and warm, but his tongue is cool from the beer.  His hands slide around your waist pulling you closer as your hands move up his neck and into his hair. Butterflies flutter in your stomach making you feel like a feather as your body molds to his.

—-

Chris pushes you back onto the couch, nosing under your chin to kiss your exposed throat.  His hands roam over your body as he settles between your thighs.  You pull his face to yours, hungry for the feel of his lips again.  His hands slide up your body and under your shirt, fingers brushing your nipple, slamming you back to reality.  The butterflies take flight leaving you feeling like a stone.  You sit up, pushing him off.

“Sorry, shit.  I have to…  I have to go,” you say, standing up.

“Hey, hold on.”  His fingers ring your wrist, eyes meeting yours.  The blue orbs are innocence and mischief all wrapped up together.  “We can stop… just stay.  We’ll watch the movie.  I’ll keep my hands to myself, scout’s honor.”

You know you should go.  Your mind is screaming for you to, in fact.  But the other part of you, your angry, hurt and sad ego, the part that is hungry for his touch, is whispering stay.  Chris quietly watches you as the internal struggle between your two halves rages, until your ego wins, and you finally sit back down.

The smile on his face looks like a child’s on Christmas morning and you can’t help smiling back at him.  At least when you’re with him the pain of what Jensen did is dulled.  That can’t be so bad, right?

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Take It All Back

Part One

Summary: As season one filming comes to a close, Jensen gets some shocking news from home.
Pairing: Jensen x OFC (Macy)
Word Count: 1635
Warnings: Drinking, language, mentions of hospitalization. 

A/N: The new Jensen x OFC series begins! It will be twenty parts total, so hang on to your hats. Something new I’m doing with this: the intro stuff (summary, pairing, etc.) will pertain to that part in particular. Never too late to be added to the tag list if you’re interested! Also, if you haven’t already, check out this song, as it was the inspiration for this fic. 

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