that dress is a revelation

Hot Blooded (M)

Originally posted by eatjin

Summary: As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.

Member: Jin

Word Count: 3.4k

Genre: Smut, Fluff

A/N: A continuation of sorts to Blue Blooded, as I was highly amused by Seokjin’s frustration with dresses as well as the revelation that the man has the strength to literally pick up Taehyung and toss him around (courtesy of an ISAC fancam).

Blue Blooded

As the Crown Princess, you are never seen wearing the same dress twice. Many attribute this to your wealth or your status, the styling of your attire always a topic on the lips of the ladies that attend parties at the palace, and sometimes even some men. If only they knew the reason for your constantly changing wardrobe, was the fact that your husband can never keep from literally ripping your clothes off.

“Jin!” You chastise him when you hear the ripping of fabric as a part of your bodice tears, letting your dress loosen enough so that he can slip the garment completely off your body.

“Sorry,” he mutters against the skin of your neck, starting to walk you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You sigh, not really sure how sorry he actually is, considering this is the third time this week this has happened.

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An Appreciation of the Emily Kaldwin Aesthetic

I LOVE playing as Emily Kaldwin. I just … I need to tell you guys that. She’s such a rare sort of video game protagonist, a lady who’s not sexualized. 

Shit, she’s even WEARING CLOTHES I WOULD WANT TO WEAR. That NEVER happens in games! Like, I think Lara Croft in the new games had a couple of cool, optional outfits, and some of Commander Shepard’s outfits were all right (boob plate though). But Emily’s clothes are a power fantasy for me. 

Obligatory disclaimer: there is nothing wrong with super feminine or revealing clothes, and if that’s what you like, more power to you. But as someone who has complicated feelings about gender, who enjoys dressing androgynously, Emily’s clothes are a damn revelation. 


The black boots! The long, dark coat with gold detailing, shiny buttons, and high collar! The hint of a crisp, tailored white shirt underneath. Pants! A big ol’ belt! It’s so cool. It’s how I’d dress every damn day if I was a literal empress. 

AND SHE GETS TO FROWN. Sweet Jesus, she gets to sound tired, and frown, and grunt in a fight. 

Look at my girl, RIGHTEOUSLY PISSED. 

She’s taken seriously by the story, by her enemies, by everyone, as a real threat. And she gets to look damn good taking back her throne. 

*swoon* 

wolfbro92  asked:

Hello, I am trying to avoid falling into the pit fall that is trying to write a female character who is very in control of her sexuality and also dresses in fairley reveling way, without objectifing her. She dresses like she does because she wants it to be very clear to every one around her that it is not a matter of whether not she could punt you through a wall but rather how far you would go after that. and she is well out of the 'confused' period of her life, and into the 'proud to be me' .

Hello!  For the purposes of this response, I’m going to assume you’re a (heterosexual?) male author, in which the first step I’d recommend for writing about this is to consult as many women as possible about it.  Seeing as I am a women, I’d say you’re ahead of the game in this department.  

Next, here are some personal tips and rules of thumb for writing about sexual female characters without sexualizing them:

1.  Treat them as people.  

Regardless of how promiscuous, attractive, and sexual your character is, she will have defining traits beyond that.  Focus on your character’s personality before you describe her appearance.  Spend some time working out her idiosyncrasies, quirks, likes and dislikes, that don’t involve sex.  Make sure she’s a well-rounded character before you even think about focusing on her sexuality;  her appearance should be an afterthought, not a defining feature.  

This goes for characters of all genders:  regardless of how stunningly attractive they’re emphasized to be, regardless of the author’s relentless descriptions of their “rock hard abs” or “ample breasts,” the characters I find most attractive are invariably the ones with a strong and well-defined personality.  

Basically, regardless of how sexy your character is, she is, first and foremost, a person, with a fully developed personality.  Remember that, and you’ll be several steps ahead of your fellow male authors.

2.  Make sure she’s dressed practically and appropriately.   

Revealing clothes are great.  I’ll show cleavage like nobody’s business.  But don’t fall into the false empowerment purgatory of ridiculously revealing clothes that are neither appropriate to the situation nor practical for what your character is doing.  

For instance, if your character is kicking ass and taking names, she should not be doing it like this:

If your character is setting out for a fight, avoid gratuitous cleavage, showing too much skin, and basically anything that looks like it could just as easily be exhibited in a Victoria’s Secret ad.  

Some more practical options for your female characters include full-body spandex (like male superheroes have been wearing since spandex was invented), cargo pants and tank tops, and athletic-wear.  I also personally enjoy basically any character in full-body latex or leather, and it’s totally not because its a personal kink of mine.

In a quiet, controlled, dress up-y setting, your character can wear the revealing clothes she prefers, but there are some basic guidelines for this as well:      

3.  Stay away from gratuitously focusing on breasts. 

“My full breasts swelled invitingly over the lacy rim of my sports bra.”  “Her small breasts swung loosely beneath her poncho.”  “She purred as she contentedly patted her young breasts dry.”

So many male writers do this, and it never fails to grate on me.  Even if your character is wearing the most cleavage-bearing, Jessica Rabbit-esque getup imaginable, she will not be thinking about her boobs 24/7, especially if it’s told in the first person. 

The only time I’m actively thinking about my breasts is when I’m thinking about how much they’re fucking annoying me.  Right now, for example, I’m thinking about them because all my bras are in the wash and the only one available was one of my mom’s sports bras, and it feels like a goddamn binder.  

Do I love them?  Am I happy to have them?  Yes, but sometimes they fucking suck, man.  

On that note, however, the feeling of taking off a bra is heavenly, and I do occasionally like putting my hands on them for no particular reason.  

If you want to emphasize that your character is physically beautiful, and she’s wearing revealing clothing, here are a few body parts that I wish authors would pay more attention to: 

“The lean, well-defined muscles of her back rippled like liquid.”  

“The slit up the side of her evening gown showed off a smooth expanse of thigh.”  

“Her hair was braided to one side, calling attention to her slender neck and sharp jawline and showing off her toned shoulders.”     

This might be the queer gal in me talking, but I’d say that’s a definite improvement.

4.  Allow her to have physical flaws.

“Her lovely sloping waist gave way to voluptuous hips, perfectly mirroring the ample roundness of her bosoms.  Luscious locks of silky blond hair framed her heart-shaped face and high cheekbones, accentuating lush lips and a petite button nose, large eyes framed with lush lashes.”  

This is a condensed version of the descriptions I’ve read.  Authors, particularly male authors, will take up entire pages describing flawlessly beautiful female characters that probably couldn’t exist outside of a magazine.  

Don’t do this.  Even if your character is stunningly gorgeous, it’s her physical idiosyncrasies that will make her memorable.  Give her a honking laugh, a birthmark, a scar, one crooked tooth that stands out in an otherwise perfect smile.

Moreover, as a general rule of thumb, stay away from cutesy descriptors “petite button noses,” “doe eyes,” “lush, long lashes,” “doll-like,” “porcelain skin,” and basically anything else that sounds as though you’re describing a children’s toy.  One or two characters can have these features, but when every female character sounds like a porcelain doll, it gets tiresome. 

Confession time:  I like to endow my male characters with these traits just to throw people.  A lot of my male main characters will be described as having large, doe-like eyes with long lashes, lush pink lips, delicate features, and/or basically everything else cute and “feminine” with which female characters are frequently endowed. 

I feel like it’s quietly subversive, because there’s a lot of pressure for male characters to constantly be masculine (if not, it’s usually presented as comedy relief), just as it’s customary for female characters to consistently be effortlessly cute, delicate, and feminine.  

Your female characters will not always be cute, delicate, and feminine.  Even the most gorgeous people in the world will occasionally wake up with static-y, bird’s nest hair and dark raccoon circles under their eyes.  They get body odor, they go to the bathroom, they get bad breath, they get unsightly rashes, have allergic reactions, get bug bites.  

Granted, you probably won’t need to describe that in gratuitous detail, but you need to realize that women aren’t goddesses.  If your character has perfect makeup, she’s put a lot of time and energy into learning how to do perfect makeup, applying it every morning, et cetera.  If she has a perfect body, she probably works out a lot, eats a steadily healthy diet, and/or has some pretty perfect genes.  Traditional femininity is hard work;  it isn’t simply a natural state of being for women and girls.

Basically, it all goes back to point one:  treat your female characters as people.   

5.  Be open to criticism.

This applies for writing all marginalized groups to which you don’t belong.  I can and do write characters of color, for example, but I need to be open to criticism from actual people of color for when I’m doing it wrong.  

If you’re straight (which I am not), you can and should write queer characters, but you need to be open to the critiques of actual queer people when they tell you how to improve.  

And you (and again, I’m only assuming you’re male here, as it isn’t specified) can and should write female characters, but you need to keep an open ear to real women if they say you aren’t doing it right.  

This isn’t personal, and it doesn’t mean you’re a bad person;  what a lot of people need to understand on this website (and the internet in general) is that we will never reach a state of total ideological purity, just as we will never understand the experience of groups to which we do not belong.

Accept it, commit to the journey of bettering yourself as a person and as a creator, and realize that criticism is not a personal insult to you;  it’s a means by which you can grow.


I really hope this helps!!

Little Games

PAIRING: reader x steve rogers (slight reader x wanda & reader x tony)

WORD COUNT: 3.2k 

WARNINGS: SMUT, oral smut, orgasm denial, spanking, daddy kink, unprotected sex (keep it wrapped guys) dom!steve (slight dom!reader at the end)

Well this is quite the surprise to me as well. I don’t know where this came from I just decided to write something and then this happened. This is just pure smut and teasing and I’m not even sorry whoops! 

GIF NOT MINE (that expression tho *drools*)

Originally posted by sheisraging

You were a woman of many things; you could take down a grown man with out even batting an eyelash. Stitching up a nasty wound with blood dripping down your arm, not a problem. Putting your body through physical pain with intense training schedules so that one-day, during a mission you were capable of saving lives, a walk in the park. You were a woman of many things but being ignored repeatedly was not one of them. Especially by Steve and especially when you were horny. Your relationship with the World War II super solder was complicated at best. The fact that you were both two very different people co-existing in a turbulent work environment only added fuel to the flames of whatever it was going on between the two of you. So yes naturally you fucked once, twice, three times. And again after a particularly hard training session. Sex had become something of a given between you and Steve. So when he started to ignore you and turn his attention to your other female co-workers you could feel the rage of jealousy raise it’s ugly head. 

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You Are What You Eat

I think most of us agree that the Strifesodos Soulmate fics from skyeec2​ were amazing. So at the risk of being a copycat, I’m doing some too…in random order…and scattered about. 


Ma always told him he was a picky eater. He’d move around his peaches on his plate but gobble up his grapes; scarf down his broccoli, but not touch his green beans. 

It was, of course, to Cloud’s misfortune that his soul mate was not. He got used to it over time, the bland and sometimes horrid taste of whatever that person put in their mouths and ate, but that never meant he liked it. His mother laughed at the face he made before lunches and suppers. He ate carefully…trying to mask whatever the poor soul on the other side was undoubtedly being forced to eat. 

But it became a game for him. What could he mix in to make it taste better? He learned his problem with peaches wasn’t the fruit, just the syrup that they came in the can with, and a little honey stopped him from gagging on them. The cheese their neighbor made from her goats set a good contrast to the dry, tasteless bread the other ate oh so often. 

His mother gave him the revelation though. Since he was forced to taste his soulmate’s diet…his soulmate also tasted his. 

Good, he thought, at least I’m easing their suffering. 


Leaving Nibelhiem was a tasteful adventure all on it’s own. He had intended to join the Military, but only got as far as Junon before someone noticed he had a gift with food. 

Cloud thought he was sharing part of his lunch with a down trodden stranger. Instead his rotten luck actually worked for once. The stranger owned restaurant. 

“You made this?” he said, eyeing the sandwich. Cloud nodded not knowing why turkey on rye was such a revelation…or maybe it was his homemade dressing… 

Cloud found himself in a kitchen in front of a very cranky looking chef who eyed him for a long while. He stumbled and fumbled his way around the kitchen, beet red the whole time. This was nothing like his Ma’s stove at home. 

But the look of surprise on the chef’s face when he took the first bite… 

“All right,” he said, “you got talent with food…just not with the tools.” And Cloud decided maybe Junon wasn’t so bad since he got a job…er apprenticeship really. 

And as Cloud got better and better at cooking, the meals from his soulmate somehow grew worse. 

“How can you even swallow this?” Cloud wondered out loud before trying to gargle the taste away. 


Cloud always loved the dinner rush, the chaos, the heat…and the fact that he could sneak little nibbles…mostly to check that it tasted the way he wanted it to. 

Mostly. 

Cloud would swear up and down that he was used to his soulmate’s cursed palate and could handle how gross his diet was. He really thought he was used to it. 

Until he realized that the taste in his mouth wasn’t making him think about gagging. It was down-right delicious, it nearly made his mouth-water. 

He was so shocked about the change he almost missed the most important detail. 

It was the house special for tonight: Cloud’s signature Mac N’ Cheese specialty. He’d cooked this himself. 

“God Damn I’m good,” Cloud sighed before drifting out the kitchen doors. He waved over a waiter looking at everyone who ordered macaroni. They all looked pleased with it. He zeroed in on someone who looked positively transported. Cloud ducked back in, ignoring all of the stares from his fellow cooks, and stole a piece of cheesecake. And a fork. 

Strange green eyes blinked up at Cloud as he marched over, plate in hand. Silver bangs bobbed as his head turned. 

“Don’t ask,” Cloud said, “just eat it.” There was a long moment of tension…and Cloud realized this man was not eating alone. His friends were staring at him. Then he took up the fork and took a small piece of the cake. The flavor spread across Cloud’s tongue and understanding spread across the man’s face. 

“Thank god,” Cloud said, “I don’t know what the hell you’ve been eating…but no more. For the love of god, no more.” 

Natasha is Young: Costuming Denée Benton in “The Great Comet”

I had a special request in the Ask box for another entry in my The Great Comet series, and I am happy to oblige. This time, I’m turning my attention to something I’m typically more comfortable reviewing, namely women’s costuming. Having covered the male lead last time, I want to take a look at the costumes of Denée Benton this time, because they really show off Paloma Young’s skills as a costumer. I’ve picked a couple of Natasha’s (Ms Benton) outfits from The Great Comet to focus on, but I really do think you should check out all the costumes from this production; it’s definitely one of the most sumptuous musicals currently running on Broadway.

I’ve talked a lot about theming in costuming, and this is a good place to reiterate those points. Costume designers use color to make a statement, and this production is no exception. Costuming the character of Natasha in white for virtually the whole of the musical imbues the character with a kind of purity that none of the other characters possess to the same degree (with the possible exception of Sonya…but then again, “Sonya is good”). I think that’s important in the context of the musical, but there’s another reason that I think the white coloring of Natasha’s costumes is so important, and it goes to the heart of what makes The Great Comet such a unique theatrical experience: the staging and lighting.

Anyone who has seen the staging for The Great Comet knows that it is an interactive performance, one where the audience is very much brought into the heart of the action. As a result, the lighting design is more complicated than in your average production. That means your costumes need to be able to catch the light, and it makes the detail work you put into a costume all the more important. After all, members of the audience will be seeing the actress and character from every angle, as opposed to just a handful. Let’s take a look first at The Coat that is featured prominently in many of the promotional images and in the musical itself:

I want to start off by saying how in love I am with this coat. It’s regal and rich, and it hangs beautifully on Ms Benton (I haven’t had the chance to view anything from the understudies, so I’m focusing on the actress who originated the role). This is a posed shot, but it gives us a view of just how gorgeous this piece is. As I mentioned in my 9 to 5 review, outerwear is not something that is commonly featured on Broadway, and so costumers tend to take their cues more from history or current trends rather than other productions. But Paloma Young has come up with something beautiful and original here.

It’s floor-length, which has the effect of adding to Ms Benton’s height (something costumes can do, as I have noted in other reviews) and giving her more of a stage presence. The white is almost creamy in color in every photo I have seen, which is a good choice, I believe; pure, stark white can look artificial to the eye when it is overused, and a formal coat like this in the era (remember we are dealing with the 1810s) would almost certainly not have been in pure white. But this comes close, and onstage, it has the effect of being almost blindingly brilliant–which has to be intentional. Take a look at this shot where Ms Benton is lit from behind; the coat almost seems to glow as it catches the light, but you can still see the creaminess of the color where there is shadow:

Just take a moment to drink that in. Part of it is the effect of the spotlight, but it is not easy to get this kind of effect in a stage production, and Ms Young deserves a huge amount of credit for her fabric choice and the cuts of the cloth here. There’s an angelic feel here that gives me all the good feelings, and it really forces you to pay attention.

Onto the details of the coat itself! As can be seen in the first still, the coat is relatively simple in design, but that adds to its elegance in my book. Floor-length, it closes through the addition of four silver buttons on the bust and chest, which manage to stand out without being distracting. Ms Young has added a false belt around the high waist, using gold embroidery to add a splash of color to the cream of the coat itself. The embroidery takes the form of gold roping, which I think ties it nicely to Pierre’s waistcoat, which was the subject of my first Great Comet review. It flows nicely while still being a tiny bit abstract, and I think helps to make the coat more impressive.

The collar and cuffs of the coat match (which is important, I think, when one wants a classical look) through the addition of white fur. That’s a nice hat-tip to Russian styling of the Romanov era (1613-1918), which often emphasizes fur elements both for functionality and for design. Earlier on, functionality would have been more important–a Russian winter is brutally cold and fur is naturally warming–before eventually giving way to being a design element; given the setting of The Great Comet, I think it’s fair to say we’re more into the design era. 

What I like about the addition of the fur is that it adds another texture to the coat itself; while not apparent in the stills here, under magnification the coat is a rough, almost leathery fabric that would help to keep the wearer warm while still looking elegant and graceful to an outside observer, as it does to the audience in this production, whether in the orchestra or onstage in the special seating. Texture is important, I think, even when it isn’t directly observed, because the eye is capable of picking up tiny, minute details even without us being conscious of it. It’s apparent that this isn’t a completely smooth fabric, but the addition of the fur adds a softness to the coat that it might otherwise lack.

The other amazing costume that is worn by Ms Denton in her role as Natasha is the White Dress. I think when most people hear that there is a ball scene in this musical, they conjure up images of voluminous dresses with yards of silks and chiffons, but I think that’s because most of us have been spoiled by Victorian or 18th century costume dramas rather than those set in the era of The Great Comet. Regency-era attire, both in the West and in Russia, was a little bit more simple. Crinolines (the wooden or wire skeleton of a ball gown) had yet to come into fashion in Russia as they had (to some extent) in France, and instead, a lot of emphasis was given to relatively straight cuts of fabric. The idea was that a woman’s figure could be hinted at, but not excessively revealed, leaving a slight air of mystery that would change over time.

Taking a look at the White Dress, the 1810s fashion leaps right out:

The dress is a patterned white fabric, where the pattern is a series of circular elements that are a part of the dress rather than being adornments added later on. There is a very high waist, which is a classic hallmark of this era of fashion in both the West and in Russia, and the bust and chest are richly adorned with detail work I’ll take a look at in a moment. 

But look at the overall effect of the dress first. The fabric flows down to floor-length, is capable of floating when Ms Benton is in motion (as this shot shows), and has a regal look without being too imposing or intimidating. Compare that to, say, some of the dresses that Helene wears in the production, and the effect is even more important. Natasha is evolving slowly throughout this musical, and the dress is a point of transition. She’s allowing herself to be absolutely gorgeous in the context of a grand ball, and the dress is made to show off her ability to revel in the moment.

The overall effect is only enhanced by taking a closer look at some of the detail from the top portion of the dress. Here, we see Natasha being aided in getting ready by the aforementioned Helene (who may very well be the subject of her own review in this series), offering us not only a view of the detail but a chance for a little bit of compare-and-contrast:

First off, wow. I know I have a tendency to gush over design elements that I find attractive, but I can absolutely see why the Anon who asked about reviewing this dress cited it as their favorite-ever piece of costuming. The white, patterned fabric gives way to a saltire (an x-shaped) of fringed beadwork that sticks out from the dress and really gives it an effect that pops. It would have been easy to go over the top here, but in my opinion, Ms Young struck the perfect balance of small, delicate beadwork attached to the dress, and the pattern she chose for it adds a bit of a whimsical look to the dress that I don’t think we would see with a more flat or one-dimensional strand of beads.

But the beadwork, while impressive, is not my favorite feature of this dress–it’s the lacework! Take a look more closely at Ms Denton’s chest and shoulders. There is some really beautiful, delicate, elaborate lacework that has been added to take the dress from amazing to spectacular. Lace is very difficult to work with, and even more difficult to incorporate into a costume because it is by nature delicate. One wrong move, and it will just absolutely shred. Using it in this dress was a little risky, given the intense movement that goes on throughout this production, but in my considered opinion, it’s a risk that absolutely paid off. The addition of the lace really takes this dress to another level, and even without the other costumes in this production, Ms Young’s nomination for a Tony was well-deserved (and, again, there is a very good case for a win there).

I’ve had a chance now to look at a few of Paloma Young’s designs, and I am absolutely in love with them. Being able to look in depth at a few of her designs both in The Great Comet and Bandstand, I am a real admirer of how she uses fabrics and cuts to tell a story. The story I see here, in both the coat and the White Dress, is one of evolution. This young, innocent character is finally starting to come into her own as a result of the events in the musical, and her costuming reflects that. There is an innocence and purity to the dress, yes, but there are also design elements that hint to the audience that change is coming for Natasha. The country girl has gone city, and with that she’s starting to become someone else–someone, perhaps, she was always meant to be. That’s not an easy effect to have through costuming, and it’s one that I think deserves to be appreciated and admired.

Once again, thank you to Paloma Young for these visually stunning and meaningful costumes!


That wraps up today’s review of Natasha’s costumes in The Great Comet. Given the reception the last piece got, I’ll mix a couple more reviews of Paloma Young’s designs into my rota for the blog, with Helene and Anatole both high on my list as deserving some analysis.

As always, dear readers, if you have thoughts, comments, or feedback, please do not hesitate to drop me an Ask or send me a message on here or my main blog. Stay tuned for more from the beautiful world of Broadway costumes!

°WET° ft. 방탄소년단

Jin~

“Jagiya! I’m here.” Jin yelled as he entered the house.

You were in the kitchen cooking up one of his favorite meals. Fried chicken, vegetables and rice.

“In here!” You called out to him.

A few seconds later, you saw your cute broad shouldered boyfriend standing in the doorframe. He had a huge smile on his face.

“This is why I love you. You cook for your man.” He came closer to you and began kissing your neck.

Even though you wanted to keep this going, you knew that you had to finish cooking or the house would burn down.

“Yah stop I have to finish the food.” You wiggled out of his grip.

“Fine but I’m not finished with you. I haven’t been here for two weeks and for two weeks I haven’t heard you scream my name.” He stared you down.

“Okay, but you’re only getting two rounds. Last time, I couldn’t walk for a week and I had to call out of work.”

“Two rounds it is. I just hope you can take it. I’ve been holding things in you know.” He licked his lips.

“I can.”

Jungkook~

“Baby!” Kookie yelled into each of the rooms as he looked for you.

You were hiding from him hoping that you could get the chance to scare him. It was the month of Halloween so you were in the spirit.

“Jagiya are you here?! Where is she?” He asked himself as he stepped into the room that you were hiding in.

You jumped from behind the door and grabbed his shoulders.

“Oh shit!” He yelled.

“Omg Kookie what did you just say?” You couldn’t control your laughter.

His accent when he spoke English was the best. It was so sweet and innocent.

“You were hiding?!” He looked shocked but then began laughing with you.

“You scared me jagiya.” He pouted.

“Aw I’m sorry baby.” You hugged him.

“How sorry?” He smirked, looking down at you.

You could see a bulge in his grey shorts. He wanted it and you did to.

You slowly placed your hand on that bulge while looking him in the eye.

“I’m very very sorry.” You kissed his neck one time and then you started to walk out of the room, already knowing what was going to happen next.

Before you could even leave, he pulled your arm and pulled you close to him. Not that that was a surprise.

He back hugged you and pressed himself against your lower back. That made you want to tear him to peices right then and there.

“I wanna take you down.” He sung the Chris Brown song that turned you into a freak anytime you heard it.

You tilted your head to the side as jungkook nibbled your ear, causing you to secretly bite your lip. He turned you around and picked you up by your waist. You wrapped your legs around him and held on tight. You couldn’t control the smile that crept on your face. You were about to get some Kookie. It’s been two weeks since you last saw him.

He carried you to your bedroom, then closed and locked the door.

“Take it off.” He ordered.

Jimin~

You and Jimin had just came from the gym and were now entering your house. You both were drenched in sweat.

You were so happy since he had finally came to see you. The past two weeks was long enough.

“Ah Jagiya I’m tired.” He kissed your cheek and sat down next to you.

“Well you have to wash up so get some energy.” You laughed.

He sighed. “But Baby.”

Right when he said that, you shot him a death glare.

“Take one with me.” He said on his little whiny voice while moving closer to you.

You were cheesing hard. You two were on the same page. He wants the goodies.

“It’s been two weeks baby.” He pouted.

“I know.” You pretended to not be interested just to see how far he would go to get his way.

You got up and headed to your kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

Out of no where, you were pushed against the refrigerator. Jimin’s face was right in front of yours.

He began laughing when he saw your face but quickly put on his serious seducing face. You tried as hard as you could to not show any emotion whatsoever.

“I know that you want me as much as I want you.” He kissed your lips.

You accidentally let out a soft moan which caused Jimin to smirk. He knew what you were doing and he knew that it wasn’t going to work.

“Okay we won’t in the shower but just know that we’re not putting on clothes for a few hours since we’re gonna be busy.”

You began to blush. You thought fuck it. Stop with the act cause you know you want it just as bad as he does.

“Nah let’s do what you want.” You licked your lips.

He smiled so hard that his eyes were smiling. “There’s my girl.”

He grabbed your arm and pulled you into the bathroom.

“Don’t slip or fall.” You laughed.

“Baby I won’t. I still haven’t dropped you after all these times. I’m strong.” He flexed his muscles.

You nodded since he was right. Here comes the rollercoaster. Literally.

Namjoon~

Namjoon was finally at your house after being gone for two weeks. He was helping you study but you were super tired of it and didn’t want to spend all of the time that you had with him studying.

You both had something else on your minds but neither of you wanted to say anything. You knew that you had to stop this.

“Joonie.” You put your pencil down.

“Hm.” He looked up from his textbook.

“Dont you think that we should be doing other things? I think I’ve studied enough.”

“Like what jagiya?” He put his book down and moved closer to you.

“Um I don’t know mayb-”

“Ahhh.” He smiled showing his dimples. “You’re bad babygirl.”

He unexpectedly grabbed your arm and dragged you to your bedroom.

“You know I’m usually the one to ask for this.” He chuckled.

He came closer to you, motioning for you to unbutton his shirt. and so you did.

“I missed you.” He said.

You pulled him on top of you and rolled the both of you over so that he was now on the bottom.

“I missed you to.” You climbed on top of him and softly pecked his lips. “Tonight I’m in control.”

He liked the idea so much that he let out a little squeal. You never did this.

V~

“Yah stop chasing me!” You yelled as you ran as fast as you could.

V was chasing you around your house. You both wore fuzzy socks and your floors were made of smooth wood.

“Then give me a kiss!” He finally caught you and turned you around.

You sucked your lips in and dodged your head when he tried to kiss you.

“Nope you ate my food I’m not giving you nothing!” You wiggled out of his grip and tried to run away but he pulled you back.

“Jagiya I’m sorry!” He pouted while back hugging you.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it.” You said.

“I will buy you more fo-”

You quickly turned around, grabbed his shirt and pulled his lips to yours. That was all that you needed to hear.

“Oh my God!” He dramatically yelled.

You pushed him on the couch and straddled him. His facial expression quickly changed into a more wanting one.

“Tae Tae?” You asked while softly stroking his hair.

“Yeah baby?” He was mesmerized.

“How long are you going to be here?”

“I can stay the night but then I have to go in the morning.” He rubbed your thighs and slowly licked his lips.

“Come on.” You demanded as you grabbed his hand and dragged him into your bedroom.

“Jagiya jagiya jagiya.” He said as he took off his shirt.

He sat on the bed and watched you as you took off your dress reveling your black lingerie that he bought for you.

“Ah you finally wore it.” He got up and pulled you onto him.

You nodded. “Now take it off.”

Jhope~

“Baby you can almost dance as good as me!” Hobie laughed as he sat down next to you.

You two were in the practice room and just got finished dancing.

“Oh whatever I dance better than you.” You teased and poked his chest.

He smirked. “Oh yea?”

You nodded. Confident about your statement.

He stood up, grabbed your hand and pulled you up to your feet.

Realizing that you hadn’t kissed him yet you pulled him close by his sleeves and let your lips meet his in a soft manner.

“What was that for?” He had a huge blushing smile on his face.

“I haven’t you kissed you all day.” You shrugged.

He went to the corner of the room and got his things leaving you confused. Then, he took your hand and literally dragged you out of the building.

“Baby what are you doing?” You asked.

He stopped at his car’s passenger door and opened it for you. You got in, still confused.

When he got in, you could see his face and how his breathing pattern was a mess.

“You know what else we haven’t done today?” He asked.

“Um no.” You furrowed your eyebrows.

He grabbed your hand closest to him and put it where Hobie Jr was located.

Your eyes widened and then you got what he meant which caused you to laugh.

“Drive then. We do only have tonight.”

He started the car and kissed your forehead.

“Jagiya?” He began driving.

“Yeah?”

“When you’re screaming my name scream ‘Hoseok’ instead of hobi so that the neighbor’s know my real name.”

Suga~

You slowly opened your eyes. Beside you lied a sleepy Yoongi. You rolled over and checked the time. It was midnight and you were hungry. Not for food but for Yoongi.

You knew that he was most likely going to have to leave in the morning and who knows when he’ll be back.

You haven’t been slayed by Yoongi in two weeks and your body was aching for him to.

Yoongi is a freak and you know that he’ll give you what you want at any time. Especially if it’s something that he loves to give you.

You softly tapped his chest. “Yoongi.”

He didn’t even budge.

“Yoongi.” You repeatedly tapped him but he still didn’t wake up. Was he even alive?

“Yoongi wake up!” You yelled.

He jumped and quickly opened his eyes. “What is it y/n?”

His deep and raspy sleepy voice got you even more worked up.

You just looked at him. Something you always did that turned into a signal to show that
that you wanted it.

“Send me to Hong Kong?” You did a little bit of aeygo.

He stretched and sat up. “That’s why we went to sleep. Energy.”

He was on the same page as you.

“Come sit.” He patted his lap.

You climbed on top of him and leaned forward as he gripped your butt and began leaving wet kisses on your neck. It was like neither of you were even sleep.

“It’s been two weeks right?” He asked.

“Yes.” You said as you tugged on his shirt.

He put up his arms so that you could take it off. “Well, we have a lot of making up to do.”

“Agreed.”

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not seeing your man in two weeks because of his crazy schedule can turn you into an automatic freak when your eyes are finally planted on him–vise versa.


this is nothing really. just a little scenario that i made in oct of ‘16.

I don’t want it to be a one night stand: C.G**

So it’s 10:31pm when I started this, it’s Sunday and I have school tomorrow but well writing imagines lighten up my mood. So here it is. Also there might be some ‘I’ instead of ‘you’ through out it as I’m writing a fanfic. So excuse those errors.
WARNING: SMUT so sex, swearing etc etc Carl Gallagher.


It was your night out in south side Chicago, which really means going to the Alibi and ending up somewhere the next morning without knowing where or how you got there.You walked in to see the Alibi just as packed as it normally is which really isn’t that full, the Gallagher family over in the left side of the room arguing about god knows what, Syvetlana with Yevgeny, V and the twins talking, while Kev is over tending the bar and arguing with Frank about his ‘tab’ that never gets paid. You walked over to the bar “Move it Frank.” He complained “Oh shut the fuck up.” You pushed him out of his seat and proceeded to sit down “The usual Kev.” He passed over the usual rum and coke, you sat there slowly drinking it when this guy walked over, he said “Hey cutie.” You smiled “Hey there handsome.” He smiled “Let me get you a drink, my name is Carl Gallagher. Kev give this lovely lady a shot.” You laughed “Y/N Y/L/N.” Kev passed you a shot “Be nice Carl, Y/N is like my sister.” Carl said “Wait what? You know here and you didn’t introduce me to her? What the fuck Kev.”

You laughed “Maybe cause I would of introduced myself eventually.” That whole night was consisting of you and Carl drinking and laughing with Kev, Fiona his older sister informing us she was going home with Liam, Debbie, and a drunk Lip. Kev was closing for the night when he slid Carl a bottle of some drink he made. Carl grabbed your hand and led you outside when he called his brother you think Ian to come pick you two up.

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Bucky Barnes X Reader - Little Black Dress

This was a nonny’s request. Nonny i hope you like it. i loved writing it for you. (Not my GIF)

Request based on the prompt: “You’re Jealous, are’t you?”

Summary: You like Bucky but are afraid to let him know. So when a Charity Gala gives you the chance to wear a new dress you soon find out how easily jealous the brooding dream is. 

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You do a quick twirl reveling in the feeling this little black dress gave you. It had been a birthday gift from your brother’s girlfriend and you had to admit she had great taste. You pull the hem of the skirt down a little more as you try to make it cover a little more of your thighs. You look in the mirror again and your smile fades as the words, ‘You look like you’re asking for it’ pop into your head. You shake your head trying to force your step father’s words out of your head.

You’d been living on your own for years now but the trauma from the verbal abuse you’d been a victim of was still very much there. You hear a knock on your door and turn to see your best friend and co-worker, Sam, standing in the doorway a smile on his face. “So, what do you think?” You ask worry and panic filling your body.

“I think you look hot.” Sam replies a smile on his face making your own smile grow bigger.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” I ask as I sit down on the edge of my bed to put my heels on.

“Who cares what Barnes thinks?” Sam says irritation filling his voice. You chuckle as you remember that Sam doesn’t really like Bucky. Like he doesn’t hate him but he still hadn’t gotten over the fact Bucky ripped the steering wheel out of his car and wrecked it, on top of other things.

“I care, and you know it.” You reply slipping the last heel on and then stand up to do a last minute check to make sure everything looked good together.

“Yeah, yeah, I know all about your little crush.” He replies moving into the room to sit on the edge of your bed. “Of all the guys we know, why him?” Sam asks making you reach up and placing a hand on your chin you pretend to ponder the reasons.

“Well for one, Tony has pepper, plus I’m not one for the playboy type.”

“Plus, he’s too old for you.” Sam says and you shake your head.

“Scott’s cute, and funny, but again not my type. Steve is ridiculously handsome, but there’s something about him that shouts big brother, so he’s out of the question; and you, I’ve know you since grade school, you’re like a brother.”

“Yeah, I’m not into you either.” He replies making you chuckle. “What about Natasha?”

“I know I’m Bi, and she is hella hot; but I feel like she’s not over a previous lover.”

“I got that impression too.”

“Thor has Jane; and Banner has Betty; plus, he likes to dad me and that’d be really weird.”

“So why Barnes though?” Sam asks making you smile softly to yourself.

“Because he looks at me.” Sam cocks an eyebrow clearly not getting what you were trying to say and you chuckle. “That meaning, he notices everything about me. When I feel happy, when I feel… well you know. He’s always there helping me through it all. We help each other. He makes me feel so happy. Him being sexy as hell is just a bonus.” You add the last part just to annoy Sam as he fake gags. “Hey you asked. It’s your own fault.”

“I know, and I instantly regret it.” He replies standing up to walk to the doorway. “So, you gonna tell him how you feel?”

“Not sure yet.” You reply suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I want to; but then again, I wouldn’t be able to handle the rejection.”

“I know, but if he has any feelings for you at all, that dress will make him let you know.” Sam replies as you follow him to the kitchen where his suit jacket was hanging off the back of a chair. Tonight, was an important gala to which all he members of the Avengers, plus some of the faculty, that included you, were invited. Since you were too scared to ask Bucky to escort you, Sam had offered to be your date instead. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s do this.”

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“Okay I was expecting paparazzi, but nothing like this.” You say as the limo Tony had sent to get you and Sam pulled up outside the gala. The place was crowded as all get out. You couldn’t look in any direction and not see a flashing camera. You feel Sam take your hand and you let out a nervous sigh. “Are we even gonna be able to make it to the door?”

“Here’s to hoping.” He says as the limo comes to a stop and our door opens. Sam’s the first to climb out. He gives a bright smile and a little wave before he turns back to reach into the limo to take your hand. You gladly take it and let him help you out of the limo. The flashes instantly start to hurt your eyes making you offer a quick but forced smile and then quickly walk down the carpet and into the gala.

Once inside you let out a sigh of relief until you realize you had left Sam outside to fend for himself. “Oops.” You say as you glance behind you to see him stuck talking to some reporter. He glances up the carpet and as his eyes meet yours he glares. Shrugging your shoulders, you offer him an apologetic smile to which he just shakes his head. He’d be there for a while. You glance around looking for the rest of the avengers and spot a few of them on the other side of the room. Gripping tightly to your clutch you start to walk through the crowd to them.

When you make it halfway Steve spots you and waves you over. You offer him soft smile as you make your way to him. When you reach him, you notice that he was standing with Natasha, Tony, Pepper, and Bucky. “Where’s your date?” Tony asks as he hands you a glass of champagne.

“I left him with the paparazzi.” You say making them all chuckle. “He’s gonna be so pissed at me when he finally gets inside.” Everyone nods and you glance over to see Bucky staring at you and your cheeks flush pink.

“I don’t blame you for ditching him,” Pepper says pulling your attention from Bucky. “You never really get used to the reporters, that is unless you’re Tony.” He nods slowly agreeing with her.

“Why hasn’t anyone complimented (Name) on her outfit yet?” Natasha asks as she walks over and hugs you in greeting.

“I was just about too,” Steve says over her shoulder offering you a soft smile. Natasha pulls away only to be replaced by Steve who hugs you softly. “You look beautiful (Name).”

“Thank you, Steve,” You reply as you hug him back. When you pull away you glance over at Bucky, whose eyes never leave you, looks deep in thought and tilt your head. You are about to ask him what’s wrong when Scott walks up beside me and says, “Hey (Name), you look pretty tonight; any special occasion?”

“Well we are at a party.” You reply a smile covering your lips.

“Is that what this is?” He asks then fakes a moment of understanding as he adds, “Ahh that’s why the doorman asked me my name, it all makes sense now.” You let out an involuntary giggle causing him to look rather pleased with himself.

“Anyone want a drink? God knows I could use one.” Bucky asks as he starts to move toward the bar making you quickly finish your champagne and say, “I’d love one.” He holds his hand out to you and without a second thought you grab it and let him lead you to the bar. Once arriving you let him order a drink for you before asking, “Are you having fun?”

“Not as much as you are.” He snipes making your smile disappear.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask hurt filling your voice.

“Nothing, forget it. It’s just me being an asshole.”

“But why are you being an asshole?” His eyes find yours and you add, “Your words not mine.”

“I don’t know,” He answers honestly as the bartender places a whiskey double in front of him and a jack and coke in front of you. He quickly downs his glass and orders another one. Before he has a chance to add more you feel someone lean against you and wrap their arm around your shoulders. You look up to see Sam standing there and you blanche.

“So, about leaving me to the wolves…” He starts and you offer a smile of sympathy.

“Sorry about that.” You reply before turning back to Bucky only to see him clench his jaw and look away. “Sam, Steve and everyone are over there. Do you mind leaving me here with Bucky?”

“I can take a hint.” Sam replies before glancing at Bucky. “You need anything I’ll be over there.”

“Thank you.” You reply. As he leaves you turn back to Bucky and are about to say something when some stranger walks up and taps you on the arm. You groan inwardly as you turn to him. “Can I help you?”

“I was just wondering if I could buy you a drink?” He asks as I try not to sound annoyed.

“Thank you for your offer but I already have one.”

“Then I’ll buy you the next one?”

“No thank you.”

“Then how about-”

“She said no,” You hear Bucky interject and slowly turn to see anger and rage in his eyes. The man takes one look at Bucky and dismisses himself. When it’s just the two of you, you move closer to him and say, “I could have handled him on my own.”

“I know,” He answers his eyes focused on his drink. You are about to ask him what he meant earlier when yet another stranger walks up and taps you on the arm making him reach his limit as he says, “Oh for the love of god!” He grabs your hand and instantly drags you away from the bar and the party. He leads you down a hall until he finds a quiet spot before he lets go of your hand.

“Okay, what was that about?” You ask his back as he faces away from you.

“I don’t like it.”

“You don’t like what?” You ask furrowing your brow.

“I don’t like them constantly hitting on you.” He answers and your eyes widen slightly.

“Bucky, you can’t…” You pause momentarily as he turns to face you. “You’re jealous aren’t you?”

“I don’t wanna be.” He says quickly making an invisible knife plunge itself into your chest. He notices your expression and instantly adds, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it.”

“I don’t know. Just not like that.”

“Makes a lot of sense Barnes.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, it’s just that you came here in that dress and now all I can think about is-” He cuts himself off as his face turns bright red from embarrassment.

“What?” You ask as you slowly close the distance between the two of you. You take a deep breath as you realize it was do or die time. “Do you like me Bucky?”

“Do you like me?”

“I asked you first.”

“(Name),”

“Bucky,”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“You know what?”

“All I asked was if you like me? If you do then you better tell me, or I’ve spent the last few months harboring an unrequited love for-” Your words are cut off as he reaches out and pulling you into his arms leans down letting his lips crash down onto yours. A wave of passion rushes through your veins making you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck deepening the kiss. After a few minutes he pulls away and says, “Does this answer your question?”

“It does, but I’d still like to hear it from your lips.”

“I don’t like you (Name),” He says and your smile fades. “I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you.” He adds and you let out a heavy sigh making him chuckle.

“You’re right,”

“About?”

“You are an asshole.”

“Yeah, but you love this asshole.” He adds a smile filling his face.

“God help me I do.” You reply as you gently take his hand.

“Okay, let’s get outta here.” He says as he starts to walk away.

“Don’t you want to go back to the party?”

“No,”

“Why not?”

“I don’t feel like killing anyone today.” He pauses for a moment and turning back to you says, “You played dirty wearing that dress.”

“Oh really, I like it.”

“From now on, only wear it for me.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

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It’s a slow Sunday, and Sherlock’s just out of the bath. He slips into his dressing gown, reveling in how, well, relaxed he is. Out the hall and into see John, who’ll no doubt be tap-tapping away on his laptop-

Oh. Except he isn’t. He’s sitting in his armchair, writing in some sort of large notebook. He’s taking long pauses in between words, tapping his pen on the armrest as if trying to remember something. 

Sherlock bends down from above to steal a kiss. “Hey,” he says, and then he spots Rosie sitting on the rug, playing with her teddy.

“Ooh, hello!” he says to her, and she looks up at him in delight. Years ago, perhaps he would have been embarrassed at how easily his voice slips into ‘baby speak’ but now… well, it’s lovely. Who bloody cares.

Sherlock joins Rosie on the rug, and teases her by pretending to kidnap the teddy. She bats him off enthusiastically, giggling.

John smiles. “You two are a right pair.”

Sherlock nods towards the book. “What are you doing?” 

John blinks and hesitates. Oh, Sherlock spots. Slight nerves. But why?

“It’s… it’s a baby book.”

“What’s that?”

John snorts. “Oh, God, come on, you must have had one. I bet even Mycroft had one.” 

He holds the book out to Sherlock. Sherlock stands to take it, and then pretends to pass it to Rosie, just to make them both laugh.

John shuffles off the armchair to join them on the floor. “It’s something… I’d wanted to do it from- from the start, I think, but…well. Everything.”

Sherlock reaches across and squeezes his hand. John swallows, then continues: “Anyway, it’s like a memory book. For her. You can include- you know- facts and photos and things…”

Sherlock opens the book and laughs out loud. “First word? Oh, John, come on-”

He looks up, expecting John to be laughing with him, but John is just grinning at him and shaking his head. “No, I’m serious.”

Sherlock glances at Rosie, then up at John. His heart is beating a little faster than normal. “John. Your daughter, your child… her first word was not my name.”

“Cross my heart.” He kisses Sherlock and Sherlock hardly even registers it, he’s still so shocked. “Well, she could only manage Sher, but that’s at least one syllable right, so I’m counting it.”

Sherlock scans down the rest of the book and feels his mouth quivering.

  • First word: Sherlock.
  • First home: 221B Baker Street.
  • Favourite place: 221B Baker Street 
  • Parents: John & Sherlock 

Sherlock has to hand the book back. He doesn’t want the pages getting wet. 

John props the book up next to his armchair, and pulls Sherlock into a hug. He waits a few moments, for Sherlock to get his breathing back under control, then says: “I was thinking- as long as your case inbox isn’t too intense… if you wanted to help me fill it out?”

Sherlock stares at him, at Rosie, at this family John has let them become. “Yes. Yes, of course. I-I’d like that. Very much.”

‘You should be nice to me...its my birthday.’

A Choi Seunghyun fanfiction

Type: Heavy smut.

A/N: Just a smutty drabble for T.O.P’s birthday- Happy Birthday Old man! :D Enjoy!

Inspired by this image:

‘What are you doing?’

You cant help but bite your lip as you hide behind his phone, angling it up slightly to get the right frame and pressing the button to take a picture, proceeding to tap the little circle a few more times as you grin to yourself, and completely forgetting he’d even asked you a question.

‘Jagi…’

Your heart is racing in your chest at just how beautiful he was; the way the light bounced perfectly off of his cheekbones, the way his eyes glistened in the room’s mood lighting, the way his lips were curling up in a smirk as he watched you through the screen of your phone.

‘…Are you taking pictures of me again?’ 

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NOW ive never been to an overcrowded coastal sex club grinding against strangers as i slosh my fifth cherry margarita on my mesh swavarski crystal dress and revel in the smell of sweat and the hot pink spotlights that rotate about the dance floor as i try to drink away my unrequited love for a girl i had slept with a few months earlier but Bitch That Song???? Made me feel the busted bass of that 1987 Dance Hits Playlist in my SOUL

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Hc's about cress and thorne's celebrity life and popularity and paparazzi after the revolution

  • While distributing the letumosis antidote throughout the American Republic, the whole Rampion Crew would obviously become very popular - even more so than they already where. Of course, Thorne would have been in the news non-stop for the months that people thought he was aiding and abetting the cyborg Lunar traitor, Linh Cinder. But, the rest of the crew would be relative unknowns, especially Cress (I figure people would be able to dig up information on Scarlet and there would obviously be speculation against Wolf being one of Levana’s ex-soldiers after all). 
    • People would be completely fascinated with Cress because they just don’t know anything about her and wouldn’t be able to find anything on the net.
      • It also helps that one of the most eligible bachelors on Earth seems to have a shining to her. 
  • Because of that, Cress would be thrown into the spotlight. 
    • Computer science/coding would be the new thing all the kids are getting into at school.
    • The Cress is the country’s trendiest haircut, especially after it is found out that Captain Carswell Thorne was the one who administered the original. 
    • And Cress even becomes one of those street style celebrities who are touted for their flawless fashion choices. But of course she would be, what with her spaceship pajamas and suspenders. 
      • It’s quite funny to Cress considering she had a total of five dresses growing up. 
      • Not to be out-dressed by Cress, Thorne also steps up his game and they’re always on someone’s Best Dressed Couples list. 
        • Thorne also starts the flight jacket trend.
  • Thorne, of course, revels in the spotlight though it terrifies Cress at first. Luckily, she can do 90% of everything she has to do online and in the safety of the Rampion. 
    • However, she slowly gets used to it, seeing it as an opportunity to do good. 
      • She’s definitely one of those people who holds up signs about various causes as the paparazzi takes photos of her picking up a hot chocolate at a cafe.
    • Thorne, on the other hand, will call up some news site with an anonymous tip that the famous Carswell Thorne will be dining at such and such location that evening. You know, when he thinks he hasn’t been adored by the public enough.
  • Both of them are really good with social media.
    • Cress, because she’s an internet whiz.
      • And takes really amazing photos of all the places they travel to. I mean, total wanderlust envy-inducing photos. 
    • Thorne, because he’s an attention whore.
      • “In a good way, Cress. A good way!”
  • All in all, they take it in stride and balances each other out. Thorne coaxes Cress out of her shell and Cress calms Thorne down. 
    • Plus she’s really good at getting rid of unflattering photos of them (and the rest of the Rampion crew).

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In My End Is My Beginning - A Frary Fanfiction

Summary: What really happened when Mary woke up next to Francis after the ending of the last episode.

Notes: This is my first Frary fanfiction and possibly my last. I grew up with this show and I couldn’t be sadder that it ended, but since a lot of you wanted me to write something about the couple of all couples, I decided to oblige. I hope you enjoy it and don’t forget to tell me your thoughts on it!

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The Arrangement: Chapter Two

Author’s Note: The wedding bells are ringing! This chapter introduces some of the tension between the reader and Kylo, and training will start next chapter! I’m trying to keep Kylo’s character as canon as possible which hard because I love writing Kylo fluff! Just remember, we need some angst in this fic before we get to the fluff ;)

Thank you so much for the support so far! I hope you enjoy, and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

Masterlist/ Chapter One

Originally posted by pixelrey

Grey. Black. The rare stripe of red. This was the bleak colour scheme you were greeted with when you arrived on Starkiller Base.

It was far from the ornate and intricately designed walls of the Palace. There were no paintings, no lavish furnishings. You were to call this place home and yet it felt nothing like it. Give it a chance, Y/N. You commanded yourself.

“The Supreme Leader intends for your training to commence as soon as possible. Your family is being escorted to the Base as we speak, and the wedding ceremony shall take place later this evening,” General Hux informed you.

You nodded in response, keeping your eyes fixed ahead of you. Beside you, Kylo walked at a slightly slower pace, giving him time to study your expression. In the short while he had been acquainted with you, he had learned that your mind was far more susceptible when you were particularly emotional. Your outbursts in the throne room had allowed your thoughts to pour into Kylo’s mind freely. But now, he sensed nothing.

You felt the Commander’s gaze on you and you turned your head slightly in his direction. His helmet quickly snapped up and he stared forwards.

You frowned slightly. By the end of the day, you would be married to a man who you hadn’t even seen face to face yet. Truly a complete stranger.

“This is the Commander’s quarter– soon to be yours as well,” Hux gestured to a large blast door, “In the meantime, I hope that this room will suffice, Princess.”

You stepped into the room, it was rather bare, save for a dressing table and chair. In the corner, you spotted a dress zipped up on a metal frame. You sighed. Suddenly the prospect of marriage was feeling very real.

“Thank you, General. That will be all,” you said to him, not bothering to acknowledge the Commander, who seemed to have ignored your presence this entire time.

“Your Highness,” Commander Ren gave an elaborate bow, his voice saturated in a mocking tone as he and Hux left you. You cursed yourself for letting your thoughts be heard. It was clearly something you now needed to be aware of.

You closed the door behind you and made your way to the frame, unzipping the dress. You let out a genuine gasp of surprise as you revelled in the sheer beauty of it. The gown sparkled as you moved the soft fabric between your hands. It was a dark grey colour, of course, though it was the most enticing thing you had seen since setting foot on the Base.

“I’ve just been told that the dress is a gift from the Supreme Leader himself,” you immediately recognised your mother’s voice as she entered the room.

Your spirit was lifted at the mere sight of her and you quickly curtseyed before wrapping her in a warm embrace.

“How are you feeling, petal?”

“I’m fine,” you smiled, “Promise.”

“Darling, there was no dissuading your father on the matter. Since you left this morning, I’ve been trying to convince him to do something, anything–”

“It’s okay,” you stopped her, placing a hand over hers, “I’m content with the decision if it means that I can explore my abilities further.”

Your mother quickly nodded, knowing that you were telling the truth, “Speaking of which. I’m glad your father finally found out about your power.”

“You knew?”

“I’m your mother. I do believe that it is my job to know, Y/N. Though I had hoped you would one day come to me on your own about it,” she smiled sadly.

“Well, I suppose it’s alright now. Everyone knows of my abilities,” you gave a small laugh.

“Have you been treated well?” She suddenly changed the subject.

“I, um, well yes… in the few hours I’ve actually been here, I suppose I have.”

“Even by the Commander?”

You nodded. That is, of course, if being ignored by him meant he was treating you well.

“Maker knows what’s underneath that helmet of his,” she mumbled disapprovingly.

“It doesn’t matter. If he has agreed to make me his apprentice, his appearance is a trivial consideration.”

“Yes, but he’s not just making you his apprentice is he? By tonight, you’ll also be his wife,” she said, a hint of worry in her tone.

“I can handle myself, trust me.”

You, my darling daughter, I trust completely,” she said pointedly.

“So, the Supreme Leader eh?” You asked as you eyed the dress once more, trying to distract your mother. Though you were truly surprised to learn that he would gift you such an exquisite piece.

“Indeed,” your mother nodded, “It’s quite beautiful, isn’t it?”

“It is,” a trace of a smile ghosting your lips.

“Well, I suppose I had better help you put it on and get ready,” your mother clasped her hands together.

“Sounds wonderful.”

The doors to the First Order’s throne room opened and you walked in, your arm lightly draped through your Father’s as he guided you towards the front.

You noted that only your parents, your brother and General Hux were in attendance despite the room being of such a grand size.

As you neared the front, you noticed a man standing at what appeared to be a makeshift altar. He looked young, perhaps only slightly older than yourself.

You looked around for Commander Ren, but frowned when you couldn’t find him. Surely he would be in here by now.

As you approached the young man, you noticed that he was dressed in a similar shade of grey to you. You couldn’t help but observe how handsome he was. His dark hair was held perfectly in place, his face seemed almost gentle. His eyes suddenly locked with yours and you quickly averted them. Perhaps he was the marriage celebrant.

“The Supreme Leader will conduct the ceremony himself,” your father told you quietly before leaving you face to face with the young man.

He looked at you expectantly and you returned his gaze with a confused expression. You had seen the Supreme Leader in the holo message, and he certainly did not look like the man who stood before you. So who was this?

“It was Supreme Leader Snoke’s idea to have us in matching attire,” the man finally said.

That voice… you felt as if you had heard it before. Suddenly you realised who this was, and the return of the familiar tugging sensation within you confirmed this. Underneath the helmet, Kylo Ren was just an ordinary man.

You heard him huff at that last thought and you scowled slightly. You felt as if he had invaded your mind too many times to count since this morning, and you were far from pleased about it because you knew you couldn’t do the same to him.

The Commander looked forward as the Supreme Leader’s towering hologram appeared before you.

“Commander Ren. Princess Y/N, welcome.”

You gave a slight bow, unsure how exactly to conduct yourself in front of the hologram.

“I trust that the General will attend to any further formalities afterwards, but now, I would like to complete this ceremony as soon as possible.”

And indeed, the ceremony was over before you even realised it had started. It was hardly the sort of ceremony you had expected for your wedding, but then again, this wasn’t exactly the most conventional of circumstances. You had both delivered your vows with little conviction and Snoke’s image soon disappeared after he expressed his well wishes for the commencement of your training tomorrow.

“Follow me,” the Commander instructed you.

“Commander, if I may just have a moment to say goodbye?” You asked, suddenly feeling very aware of the fact that you were now more bound to the First Order than ever before.

He gave a quick nod before striding out of the throne room.

Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you went to your family. When would you see them next? Would you see them?

“They will treat you well here, my child,” your father said. You couldn’t tell if he was trying to reassure you or himself.

You nodded before turning to your brother. He smiled sadly as he wrapped you in a hug, “Promise me you’ll look after yourself.”

“Only if you promise to look after our parents,” you replied.

“Of course.” He said, gently wiping a tear from your eye, “We’ll see you soon.”

Finally, you turned to your mother, hugging her before she could speak.

“He’s rather handsome,” she whispered to you as she held you tightly. You could tell that she was doing her best to hold back tears.

You pretended not to hear her as you said your final goodbyes, mentally congratulating yourself for not crying as much as you had expected.

You gave your family one last wave before meeting the Commander outside of the room.

“Thank you, Commander. I–”

“Kylo.”

“I’m sorry?”

“We are equals in this union. I would rather you call me Kylo.”

“As you wish, Co– Kylo.”

As he marched down the hallway, you followed closely behind him. You vaguely remembered this area as being close to Kylo’s quarters.

He entered something in a keypad on the wall and the blast doors opened.

You contained your amazement at the small apartment- like quarters that greeted you. You entered what appeared to be a foyer, directly in front of you lay Kylo Ren’s helmet and what you assumed was his lightsaber. Your gaze lingered on it for a moment longer than necessary.

You heard him clear his threat and you looked up immediately.

“This is where you will sleep,” he said as he led you in to the bedroom. A large bed was placed in the centre. You smirked as you noticed the bed linen was entirely black. Such a surprise.

“Does something amuse you, Princess?”

“What? Uh no, it’s nothing,” you looked up at him, almost forgetting that he no longer wore that helmet. A frown was visibly plastered on his face. “And it’s Y/N, by the way.”

“I know your name,” he retorted.

“Then perhaps you should learn to use it– As you said, we are equals in this union.” You finished, feeling quite pleased with yourself. It was far easier standing up for yourself when he didn’t have his face covered.

You heard Kylo sigh as he started to unbutton the front of his shirt.

Heat suddenly travelled to your cheeks as you anticipated what was to happen. How could have not thought about this before? It was your wedding night after all…

Reluctantly, you began to unzip the back of your dress. Silently thankful that it was low enough for you to reach it yourself. All the while, your thoughts were in a wild flurry as you tried to mentally prepare yourself.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Before you could slip off the gown, you looked up at Kylo in confusion, “I thought that you wanted to…” you trailed off when you saw that Kylo had unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a thinner undergarment underneath.

A brief look of surprise flashed across Kylo’s face, “No. No, there’s no need for that. You can change in there, the contents of your wardrobe was brought here with your family,” Kylo pointed to the closet.

You quickly entered, eager to hide your absolute embarrassment at how ridiculously you had just acted. The man is your Mentor, you fool. What did you think was going to happen?!

You tried to console yourself at the sight of your familiar clothing. At least something on this Base wasn’t tainted by dull colours.

You felt Kylo’s presence lingering by the doorway to the closet and you decided now might be an opportune moment to try and grasp an idea of what he was thinking. You focused on his mind, tugging at anything that might grant you full access. You were far too accustomed to reading people’s thoughts on the Palace that it was almost refreshing for you to be unable to read Kylo Ren’s.

“You’ll need to try harder than that,” you heard his voice from the other side of the door. He sounded indifferent.

Sighing, you quickly changed into a nightgown and hung your dress up.

You made a beeline for the bed, but stopped abruptly, “Do you have a preference?” You pointed to the bed.

He had moved to the other side of the room, half facing you as he shook his head. You took the the side closer to you and waited for the other side to dip when Kylo’s weight was placed on it. But that never came.

“Are you not going to sleep in the bed?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?

“You ask too many questions.”

“Well this bed is enormous, there’s ample room for two,” you assured him. It was true, the bed could easily accommodate you both without either of you needing to come anywhere near one another.

“I said no.”

“Alright, well there’s no need to get angry at me for suggesting it,” you mumbled innocently.

But Kylo Ren had heard the comment.

“Perhaps you forget who you are speaking to,” he growled.

You raised an eyebrow, “Then perhaps you have also forgotten. I may not be the Commander of the First Order but as the daughter of a King I will not allow myself to be ridiculed by you!”

“Then you must be weaker than the Supreme Leader suspects,” he sneered. His voice suddenly sounded different. You noticed that he had put his helmet on and changed into his usual attire.

“Where are you going?” You asked, suddenly curious as to why Kylo did not engage in the conversation further.

He ignored your question, “I expect you in the training room at daybreak,” he said before storming out of your now shared living quarters.

You groaned, the sound being muffled as you buried your head into the pillow.

Utter exhaustion meant that sleep found you easily after Kylo Ren had left. But not before a thought flashed through your mind: What in the galaxy did I agree to?

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MASTERLIST

SERIES:

“Shrink” - (34 Chapters) - When patients of a psychiatrist that caters exclusively to hunters start going crazy and dying, Sam and Dean Winchester investigate what might be causing these bizarre episodes. This story is OC, canon, and takes place in the middle of Season 11. It contains violence and normal SPN banter/angst (there is one chapter with smut and it is labeled.)

“Define Justice” - (In progress) - Sam, Y/N, and Ruby were best friends in high school. Their relationship morphed into something more when they set out on a mission of blood and justice. Now crowned the Justice Killers, serial killers with dozens of not-so-innocent victims under their belt, they face off against an FBI Task Force with a brand new and dangerously intelligent agent, Dean Smith. A few close calls leave the trio of killers with an important decision to make once something goes wrong. This is a serial killer AU.

ONE SHOTS:

“Silver Lining” -  (Mark Winchester (OMC) x Teenage!Reader) You’re half shapeshifter / half human and head over to dinner at your boyfriend’s house to meet his family. Things don’t go quite as you planned.

 “Surprises Part 1” -  (No pairing) You are a hunter who has a special arrangement with the King of Hell. An arrangement that gets a lot more interesting when Crowley promises a surprise for you after you complete a new job. (This will be two chapters).

“Surprises Part 2” -  (No pairing) You received your surprise from Crowley, which has made the hunting life a lot more interesting…but things get complicated when some unexpected guests stop by.

“Feathers” -  (No pairing) You’re a hunter with a harpy eagle as a partner who hunts with you. You reconnect with the Winchesters after several years and have no idea how they will react to your new feathered companion.

“Family” - (Reader x Platonic!Jensen, Reader x Platonic!Jared) You’re a brand new actor and guest star on Supernatural, and filming a scene with Jensen has more complications than scripted.

“The Little Things” - (No pairing) Castiel gets bored while the Winchesters are sleeping, and finds himself in an interesting place while he kills time.

“Friends Help Friends Part 1″ - (Alpha!Sam x Beta/Omega!Reader)  An unfortunate interaction with a witch leads to some difficult decisions.

“Friends Help Friends Part 2″(Alpha!Sam x Beta/Omega!Reader) You chose which friend helps you with your problem and it leads to some friendly fun. (SMUT)

“Counting Bodies” - (No pairing)  After losing an innocent, MOC!Dean goes on a rampage and Sam is the only one who can stop him. Song fic based on Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm Of The War Drums by A Perfect Circle.

“Early Bird” - (No pairing) For ellen-reincarnated1967′s “Back in the Game” writing challenge.  You’re a hunter who has always been solo. After an unfortunate run-in, you make an interesting impression on two other hunters.

“The Trouble With Witches” - (Dean x Reader)  A witch hunt with the Winchesters has some nerdy twists along with an interesting spell.

“Forgiveness” - (Dean x Reader) Set in season 8, reader has not forgiven Sam for letting Lucifer free. When he comes around, old feelings come bubbling back up, leading Dean to step in.

“Table Manners” - (Dean x Reader) Your first official date with Dean as his girlfriend has some unforeseen complications.

“The Hunter’s Baker” (Sam x Reader)  You decide to make dinner and dessert for The Winchesters, and your boyfriend Sam makes it even more fun.

“Mine” - (Sam x Reader)  On Halloween, you and the Winchesters head to a bar for a costume contest. Sam gets jealous and reminds you that you’re his in the best way possible. (SMUT)

“A Learning Adventure” - (Sam x Reader) Learning about the supernatural leaves you confused, but you find a special way to thank Sam for his assistance when he helps rid your town of a werewolf.

“Identity Crisis” - (No pairing) When an Alpha demon has to posses an Omega meat suit for a mission from Crowley, things get a little awkward. (No smut, but has ABO dynamics)


DRABBLES:

“Marks” -  Sam remembers a lost love. For SOFreddie’s 300 Feels Celebration! 

“Wayward Panties” - (Dean x Reader)  Dean finds a surprise stuck in his flannel, leading to an interesting interaction. (SMUT ADJACENT)

“The Pain Inside” - (Dean x Reader)  Dean was never the same after he lost you. This is a dark fic with a very depressed Dean, made for trexrambling’s Dare to Drabble challenge!

“Soft Fur” - (Sam x Reader)  An interaction with a witch has some furry results on Sam.

“Love Bites” - (Dean x Reader)  Dressing up as a vampire can lead to some interesting revelations about your boyfriend.


IMAGINES:

Imagine waking up in bed next to Dean, your best friend.

Imagine finding out about Sam’s secret fetish. (PRE-SMUT)