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anonymous asked:

Damerey is so going to happen that last scene was a big call back to Han with the dice and Poe saying the iconic line was just the sinch. Reylo isn't gonna happen, for one JJ is in charge for the last movie and he does not like that pairing even compared it to rape at one point(the interrogation scene) so yeah Damerey is gonna rise, and that first meeting was all kinds of epic. Seeds have been planted anyone saying anything different is in denial.

I’m gonna preface this by ship and let ship. I don’t pretend to understand the r*ylos but they can ship in peace. I personally don’t see it, especially since I think Kylo is a whiny bitch and not good enough for Rey. Girl has been alone for too long; she belongs in the light. And after TLJ, I don’t think Kylo can even be redeemed or if he is, he’ll die like Anakin did.

But enough about that.

My BIGGEST fear going into TLJ was that they’d played that other ship as romantic and NOT toxic, which thankfully they did not. I was pleasantly surprised. Rey is a good person; given the right circumstances I can see her sympathizing with him and even trying to bring him back to the light, but that ship done sailed. Both of them have made their choices. Rey chose her friends, chose hope. Kylo chose darkness and being alone. His loss. And yet none of it was played in a romantic way. At least not for me. They have a connection, yes. But it’s not healthy? It’s all kinds of fucked up?

Like I could NEVER be on that train not after the interrogation scene in TFA. Kylo FORCED his way into her head with the Force. That’s a violation, no matter which way you slice it. Fuck that shit. I hadn’t heard that about JJ but if that’s true, thank the Maker.

You know who else that has happened to? POE. Poe was violated in the exact same way. Kylo violated my two favorite characters in the new trilogy and killed my all time fav. Yeah, never gonna be on any train that does not involve him being very dead.

So Poe and Rey already have that in common and they don’t even know it yet. They just met. But holy shit did you see their faces? I think Rey smiled like twice in the whole movie? When she and Finn reunited (so cute!) and when she met Poe. Their meeting was all I needed out of this movie and it was better than I could have ever dreamed? Like she was smiling and he was smiling, even though they’d just been through some horrible shit.

“I’m Poe.”

“I’m Rey.”

“I know.”


As someone who has shipped Han and Leia since before the word shipping was a thing, WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? How am I supposed to resist the hot headed just wants to be a hero fighter pilot and the adorable Jedi? Like HOW? I am not that strong. I am trash, Star Wars. You have given me trash. And I love it.

That’s not even the only time I lost my shit? When Finn gives Poe the beacon thing, I was dying. POE HAD THE THING THAT WOULD BRING REY HOME. That was entrusted to exactly three people: Leia, Finn and Poe. Period. That’s not just random. That’s important. Those three either are or will be important to Rey. Having lost Han and now Luke, those people are going to be her new family. Like Luke, she would do anything for her friends.

The other time I really lost it was when Rey was getting tortured by Snoke. Rian didn’t cut to Kylo or Leia or Finn. He cut to Poe. Now I don’t know if I’m willing to buy into the whole Force tree connection thing just yet, but edits like that are on purpose. They don’t pull that shit out of thin air. We’re supposed to connect Rey with the Resistance. Who’s effectively leading the Resistance? Poe.

Rey is a whole new kind of Jedi. She’s not bound to the dogmas of the past. She can forge her own path. So her being in a relationship that she doesn’t have to hide is not out of the question. With the events of TFA and TLJ being so close together, I think Ep 9 is going to have a significant time jump. Years, probably. With Poe, Rey and Finn (and Rose!) rebuilding the Resistance, which sets things up nicely for our little ship. :)

anonymous asked:

I call Luthor a wannabe Kingpin because Byrne seemed really bent on making him the same Unbeatable Villain as Fisk was - the BEST Superman could do was personally annoy him, not damage LexCorp in any lasting way. That works as a status quo for Daredevil or Spider-Man, who are supposed to be underdogs, but shouldn't Superman be challenged by something a bit more impressive than money and lawyers?


Luthor works as a reminder of the limitations of Superman’s powers. Luthor benefits from a corrupt society that allows the wealthy and powerful to plunder the earth for their own gain and then escape accountability for their actions. This shows the limits of Superman’s powers. He can’t just grab Luthor and throw him in the phantom zone because then he’d be Injustice Superman, and if word got out he’d look like the bad guy to the public.

Luthor is the perfect unbeatable supervillian for Clark, because he forces the character, and the writers, to confront the limits of his powers and find alternate ways to fight besides just punching things into outer space. He’s a reminder that the greatest conflict Clark faces isn’t whether he can punch Darkseid or Zod or Metallo or whoever harder then they punch him, his greatest conflict is trying to exist as a truly good man in a world that is corrupt and undeserving of his goodness. 

That’s why, when written right, Luthor is the best arch-foe for Clark. He has other villains he can fight when a writer needs a super-smackdown, but the problem with a lot of Superman media is fans and writers only care about his powers, they forget the man beneath the power, and that’s why so much Superman media falls flat. That’s why his most unbeatable enemy should be human, it shows the limits of his superpowers and what else makes him a hero.


Originally posted by carsonsofias

Request: Your writing gives me life dude! I was wondering if you could do a Lena x reader where Lena calls the reader baby/any other pet name for the first time while in a date or out in private and the reader gets super flustered and is at a loss for words? Sorry if it’s vague it sounded way better in my head lol

You and Lena quickly fell into a routine of having lunch together every Tuesday and Thursday.  

Today however you were late to pick Lena up for your date due to a meeting at work. 

You walked into her office nearly an hour later than you were originally supposed to be there, “I’m so sorry I’m late Lena, my meeting kept dragging on and on and felt like it would never end.”

“It’s okay baby,” she smiled as she closed up her laptop.

You had been dating for a few months now but neither of you had yet to use a pet name for each other.

Her calling you baby caught you completely off guard and you were at a loss for words.

You had never quite understood why people used pet name’s for their significant others but after hearing the word so easily roll off Lena’s tongue, everything now made sense.

Lena got up from her desk and walked over to you with a wicked grin across her face, noticing the way you had gotten so flustered.

“Do you like it when I call you baby?” she smirked.

You were still having troubling formulating words so you nodded shyly.

“Well good because I like you calling you baby,” she said as she grabbed ahold of your tie, bringing you forward so she could whisper in your ear, “it means you’re mine.”

This was certainly not what you expected from your lunch date but you weren’t complaining, especially not when Lena gently tugged on your earlobe with her teeth, placing a light kiss right underneath afterwards. 

You couldn’t help yourself from bringing your hands up to cup her face and roughly kiss her. 

When you felt your lungs running out of air you finally pulled back, “How about we skip lunch and go back to my place?”

“I like your suggestion but my place is closer,” she grinned lowering her hands into your back pockets.

“We can go anywhere you want,” you muttered a little too hurried making Lena laugh.

“I’ll have Jess cancel my afternoon appointments,” she stated.

With that, you suddenly couldn’t get out L Corp fast enough. 

anonymous asked:

So, you said how are the next-gens when they are in love? What about while their first kid is being born? What are they like in that? 😉 (Same characters as the question about them in love)

Jackson - scared as heck, he’s got no idea what to expect and things are moving too fast

Cruz - no filter, screams a lot, you get to see the Real™️ Cruz when she’s in pain, but she’s so happy she cries when she finally gets to hold the baby

Danny - a little obsessive, wants to do everything right and do more than just sit around while the wife is in labor, impatient with everyone else

Chase - passes out, cries when the kid is finally born

Ryan - lets his wife break his hand because what else is he supposed to do

Bubba - says lots of comforting, loving words to the wife, caters to her needs

Tim - super excited, holds the child up Rafiki-style the first time he gets to hold him (”LOOK AT MY SON!”)

okay the Coco + Olaf’s Frozen Adventure thing needs some explanation because i just found out about it today and im still cracking up

Olaf’s Frozen Adventure was supposed to be the next part in the Frozenverse that was set to be a holiday special on ABC, but for whatever reason, that fell through and it instead aired in front of airings of Coco, continuing Pixar’s tradition of airing short standalone films in front of their full feature-length films

only… the key word here is “short.” i definitely don’t remember any Pixar short being longer than 5 minutes, but Olaf’s Frozen Adventure was originally set to be a holiday special… on TV. a holiday special the length of a TV show

ie, ~twenty one minutes long

opinions of the short itself vary wildly, but pretty much everyone universally agrees that it was far too long to be played as an “opening act”

combined with the fact that the short wasn’t shown during critic screenings, meaning reviews of the movie did not have any clue about the short’s existence, the “short” led to some baffled and very unhappy movie-goers, particularly in Mexico. confused kids, harried parents (taking young children to the movie is hard enough for a regular movie, imagine an extra half-hour), and theater workers having to explain to a lot of customers that they were in the right movie

and, as that last post said, there was so much backlash in Mexico at least one theater chain has outright pulled the short from screenings of Coco

what i thought this was: an option that somehow magically gets rid of all the [ ] empty space boxes for the emojis that don’t display properly and shows you what they’re supposed to be

what this is: turns your entire dash into super fucking mario odyssey and replaces normal human words with goddamn wingdings of the object being described instead, what a fucking mess, this is a site being programmed by middle-schoolers trapped in the early 2000s 

The Arkansas Sleep Experiments

by reddit user nazisharks

To Those Who Sleep

This happened a few years ago. You may have heard rumors if you’re on campus. Some even circulated online. Nobody knew what really happened. Because I’m the only one who knows and I kept quiet. For a multitude of reasons. None of them matter now. Here’s what really happened.

The four of us were handpicked for this experiment by Prof. Richardson because we’d all studied under him, worked under him, and, as much as anyone can, earned his confidence.

He said this one was different. We had to keep it quiet. He wanted to keep details to a minimum. All he would tell us before going in was that he required a month of our lives and that if he succeeded sleep would never again be a necessity.

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Vampire Taehyung, because you need it.

Phantasy Series: Vampire Taehyung

seven signs

Summary: Bucky feels like he’s falling in love.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none - pure fluff!

Word Count: 2.1k [yikes, sorry]

A/N: Here’s my submission for the ever lovely Gen’s @bucky-plums-barnes 8k celebration - congrats again, sweetheart! My prompt was: “You know I only have eyes for you.” - hope you all enjoy :) || masterlist

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oopsnocturnal  asked:

hi! i'd love to hear what you think would have happened if wyldon hadn't let keladry stay after her first year!! love your writing :^)

“Mindelan, it may be that the best thing said of my tenure is that you were my student. Should that be the case, I am the wrong man for this post. I did all I could to get rid of you. Your probation was wrong. You know that, I know it. I was harder on you than any lad. Thank Mithros I remembered my honor and let you stay when you met the conditions—but it was a near thing. Next time, I might not heed the voice of honor.”

– Wyldon of Cavall (Squire)

Kel sat and thought about it all through the long summer– thought about joining the Riders when she turned sixteen, or going back to the Yamani Isles with her parents, or running away to become an unlawful bandit hunter. 

She drank tea with her mother and accepted her quiet sympathy. She wondered what was going to happen to Peachblossom. She did her morning glaive practice dances in the heady air of the tiny courtyard garden of her parents’ townhouse, where the cook grew herbs and spices in big overflowing boxes.

Summer rolled on. She sat, and she thought, and she did not tell her thoughts to anyone. On the first day of what would have been her second year of page training, she woke before the sun and had a quiet breakfast with her father, and then she jogged up the big dusty hill to the palace grounds.

When the pages trailed out of the building to the practice yards with dubious enthusiasm, she was waiting just outside their ground. Her chin was high, her shoulders loose while her hands gripped her weighted staff.

“Probationer,” Wyldon barked out her, when one of the boys went to fetch him. “Was I unclear in the spring?”

Kel stared him down, fingers white on her staff, and said, “I’m not a probationer anymore.”

“She’s a private citizen, just enjoying the fresh air,” Neal called from the other side of the practice yard fence. He got armor cleaning punishment for a week for his cheek and Kel lifted and lowered and struck with her staff to the call of the masters. Her staff hit thin air. The clack of the pages’ staves colliding hit her ears.

“That’s palace property,” Wyldon said ten minutes in, and plucked the staff out of her grip, so Kel followed the lesson with empty hands and brought her mother’s spare walking stick the next day.

They started calling her trespasser, after that, and Kel stood calm on the public grounds just on the other side of the practice yard fence, practicing her high blocks.

While the pages had riding practice, she sat in the dirt outside the riding yard and did the homework Neal smuggled out for her. He handed the finished assignments in for her, too, even though only Myles and the one Mithran priest who had never learned anyone’s names graded them. She took notes on what riding exercises the masters were assigning the pages and watched Neal where he sat on Peachblossom’s back like a sack of mulish peanuts.

“When I heard you weren’t t’ be coming back,” Stefan the hostler told her. “I wasn’t sure what would happen to the old lad.”

“Me, either,” said Kel, looking down at her math and trying to keep her face smooth and still.

When the pages went in for their seated classes, Stefan let her take out Peachblossom to try to exercises herself. Days the gelding was too tired, he found other mounts for her and Kel learned all their names– gentle Aubrey and fastidious Starfall and distractible, clever Redding and poor anxious Terence, who almost threw her more than once. “He comes by the fidgets honest,” Stefan told her and Kel brought extra apples for Terence when she could.

She still took on Lalasa when Gower found her feeding the sparrows in the courtyard beside her old rooms and asked her. Her parents’ townhouse had the funds to hire another maid, though Kel didn’t need or want a personal servant.

Lalasa pinched Kel’s torn clothes from her room all the same and returned them better hemmed and beautifully mended. Kel barely saw her, though she tried to leave a coin from her allowance on the piles of clothes she thought the young woman was most likely to steal away next.

She didn’t ask for the help and she told herself she didn’t want it, but she jogged up the big dusty hill to the palace grounds every day with her weighted harness weighing on her shoulders.

She stood just outside the low fence of the practice yards and ignored Joren’s comments and Zahir’s sneers and the rebukes of the swordfighting teachers– distraction, they said. Lump, waste, failure.

The sun beat down on her aching shoulders and she thought I could stand here forever, thought you are just noise and wind, I am a mountain. I will be here long after you cease howling.

Neal landed blows on Joren’s fingers, apologizing blandly to the masters for his clumsinesses, because Kel had ordered him to get in no fights for her honor. The sun beat down on the careful stitches of Kel’s cotton shirt, which fit as perfectly as Lalasa could manage from a shy distance.

She told herself she didn’t want the help, didn’t need it. Her harness weighed down her shoulders, her makeshift staff weighed down her arms, but the cotton laid light and kind on her back.

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⇁plums & melons | 02

Originally posted by parkejimins

pairing⇁Jimin x Reader

genre⇁drama, smut || brother’s best friend!au

warnings⇁public indecency, masturbation, dry humping, jungkook, things that shouldn’t happen in a closet, a brief mention of tentacle porn;;

word count⇁7.3k

The long time running game between you and your brother’s best friend started when you noticed his fascination with boobs—yours specifically. It was never supposed to amount to more than harmless flirting and lingering glances, but now, one year later, Jimin was ready to change that.

alternatively: Jimin and you play a game. the loser is fucked. metaphorically. literally. all the above??

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The Arcade -- Steve Harrington

Requested: Anonymous– “Do you think you could make an imagine in which Steve and the reader are dating and they take the kids to hang out maybe to the arcade or to a diner? I’m not sure if a diner is cool or not . But Steve and the reader would get teased by the others bc they act like a married couple with kids sorry for taking your time up !”

Warnings: None.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You and Steve take the Stranger Things kids out for a night at the Arcade like the cute, couple you two are!

Words: 1175

GIF credit: @jyncassian

Listen to: I Wanna Go Out by American Authors

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Originally posted by kylemclachlan

(joe keery x reader) 

request: babes! can I have a joe keery one where y/n works on the set of stranger things and to him she’s like the coolest ever and the both have the same style and he falls pretty hard, and when season two comes around there’s a tearful reunion and confessions of love xxxx (also can y/n be british?)

summary: turns out joe doesn’t really cope well with his emotions and cries when he’s tired.

word count: 2,393

a/n: okay, so this is going out tonight (sunday), and i won’t be on much at all tomorrow BECAUSE MY AUNT IS HAVING A BABY, so i’m going to queue up a fic that somebody submitted to me, and that’ll go out tomorrow. that is all. there are no warnings in this fic. it’s just nice and fluffy and joe cries a lil. 

It had all started with the slapping.

Well, really, it had started when you’d been hired as a production assistant for some Netflix show. The premise had seemed interesting enough - you’d grown up being into sci-fi stuff - but what had really intrigued you was the fact that it was a paying job. You’d been trying your hardest to get a job in film, on top of trying to get someone to hire you while also providing you a work visa.

Eventually, your uncle had known this dude who’d known a woman who babysat for this person’s cousin who knew someone that worked at Netflix. Which meant that a couple of months later, you were working on the set of an actual tv show.

But the actual fun? That had started with the slapping.

It was day three of shooting, when you’d noticed it. Being a PA meant that you were relatively low on the list of important people, and that you were there to do what you were told and to keep your mouth shut. But you’d started to pick up on the fact that two of the actors, Gaten and Finn, had red cheeks. Not just red cheeks where they were a little excited for the scene at hand, but like… like they’d been hit. You had younger brothers. You knew how stupid kids could be. They’d already shot the scene twice, and a difference like that would be noticeable.

So you took a chance. You approached one of the Duffer brothers - you prayed you’d get the name right - and tapped him on the shoulder.

“Uh, Matt? Gaten and Finn’s cheeks look a little off. It might show up on camera.” You and Matt looked to the boys in question, watching as Finn reared his hand back and slapped Gaten across the cheek.

“What the fuck… Hey, you two! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Matt started towards them, scowling as you hesitated for a second before following behind him. “Are you kidding me? You can’t slap each other before a take. It’s going to ruin continuity.”

“We can’t help it! We’re excited!” Gaten piped up, grinning.

“Well, are you guys going to stop?” Finn and Gaten both looked towards each other before turning back to Matt, shaking their heads, grinning like a couple of idiots. “Jesus,” he muttered. He sighed, running a hand over his face as he turned around. His gaze settled on you. “You, you good with kids?”

“Uh, sure?”

“Cool. You’re being promoted to child wrangler.”

“Isn’t there already a wrangler?”

“Well, yeah, but… You’ll be the actual wrangler. They’re worried about the kids’ safety. You’ll be making sure they don’t do anything stupid.”

Don’t do anything stupid became the mantra for the entirety of filming.

There would be days where it felt like the only things that you said were:

“Finn, knock it off.”

“Gaten, I understood the joke. It wasn’t funny.”

“Caleb, please stop talking.”

“Finn, knock it off.”

“Noah’s my favorite.”

“Finn, knock it off!

There were more better days than worse days, though. Millie easily listened to you the best, although that was more because you’d both lived in England. But weirdly enough, your favorite person on set ended up being Joe.

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Originally posted by stylesinthewild

A small piece where Y/N can’t get Harry’s attention, so she pouts and decides exactly how to grab his attention

Y/N rarely begs Harry for anything. He’s usually one step ahead of her, always making sure she had everything she needed. Cuddles, hugs, good morning texts. But sometimes he can get caught up in his own work, Y/N has no problems with it obviously. Yet it only gets in the way when Y/N really wants something. And not just anything. But something only Harry could satisfy.

The first time Y/N acted out like a brat, Harry was answering emails.

He was lied out on the bed, back propped up by the headboard with the MacBook in his lap. His ankles crosses and hair slightly fluffed over his forehead due to just waking up. His glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, scratched at his stubble dusted jaw letting his eyes dart on the screen at the multiple emails sent by his manager. It was barely 8am on a Saturday, Y/N usually slept in on the weekends, it was her escape from the hectic schedule of work and schooling. Something was keeping her up though. She lied in bed with her back facing Harry, stretching her arms over her head once she became aware. Y/N peaked up at him sleepily, seeing his bright green eyes looking down at her.

“Up this early in the mornin’? Tha’s a record.” Harry teases letting his right hand lightly scratch over Y/N scalp making her hum out in delight.

“Heyyy don’t be rude… I can be up early if I put my mind to it.” Y/N quipped in. The only thing on her mind right now was for Harry to put his mouth on her.

She’d never ask him for it though. She would always think she’s got it all in her head, pep talking herself in the mirror to get the confidence to just come straight out and tell him exactly what she wants. But she can never get past the first sentence. Harry always can read her before she can even mention what she wants from him. He says it’s all due to his “impeccable reading of people” but Y/N just thinks her flushed cheeks are a dead giveaway.

After sharing a few kisses and daily questions they went through every morning that he asked. “Did you sleep well,” “what should we make for breakfast,” she could usually answer them with no problem. But she was getting too distracted on the way his mouth spoke certain syllabas, the way he used his knuckles to push the glasses further up his nose. Everything that should seem normal, but was just making her body even warmer. Harry caught on to her spacing out, brushing the tip of her nose with his finger.

“Did you even hear a word o’ what I just said?” He rose an eyebrow looking down at her. Y/N moved her eyes back to him immediately dropping them back down when her eyes met his. She meaked out an embarrassed ‘no’ before he smirked softly leaning over kissing under her ear.

“Go brush your teeth an’ we’ll make some breakfast yeah?” Harry tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before rubbing his thumb across her jaw. Y/N blinked a few times before getting up and heading over to the bathroom to freshen up. She brushed her teeth, combed through her hair, she even splashed cold water on her face to just snap her out of it.

But nothing worked.


And now she was left to fluster her way through to get Harry to do something to her. Y/N opened the door after drying her face with a towel, he was still lied there in the same position, ruffling his hand through his hair yawning out. She stood by the end of the bed just watching his, fiddling with the sleeves of the sweater of his she wore. Harry trailed his eyes back to her smiling sweetly.

“Look a’ you… all fresh an’ ready to go.” Y/N smiled slightly nodding before gnawing on her lip.

“Yeah! Yeah yeah I just….” Just like that she was at a loss for words. Anytime she started a sentence in a certain way, Harry’s eyes would immediately dart over to hers, his eyebrows scrunching in concern. She hated when she worried him, it was never her intention to, I mean how were you supposed to ask your boyfriend to just eat you out. It should be easy, but with someone like Harry, it’s more tedious than it should be.

I just really want your mo-“ She’s suddenly cut off by Harry’s ringtone blaring, making his eyes move to the phone left on the nightstand. “Jus’ give me a minute love…” Harry mumbled before answering the call.

Just like that he answered the phone. Y/N looked at him, dropping her hands by her sides letting her lower lip jut out in a pout. She didn’t mean to be someone who wanted a lot of attention, but she wants attention. Especially when she’s needy for him. Something in the way he answered the phone made Y/N reset her words in her brain. She knew a way to get to Harry.

It was risky, but she knew she had to take it if she wanted him to do something now.

Harry has his phone held between his shoulder and ear, typing away on his laptop letting out noises of responses to whoever was on the other line. Y/N crawled over to his side, resting her hand over his forearm. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, moving his hand for a minute to brush his thumb over her knuckles. She moved to lean her chin to rest on his shoulder, pressing her lips against his ear, tugging his hand that was over hers, to her thigh. Harry let his hand rest on the outside of her thigh, suddenly glancing down at it. He moved his head up to sit straight, using his other hand to pressing the phone against his ear.

“H….. really need you right now…” She murmured quietly in his ear, slipping her fingers between the open spaces of his on her thigh. Harry looked at her moving the phone away from his mouth.

“Sweetheart.. ‘m on a call jus’ give me 5 minutes..” He mumbled moving his phone back to his mouth before resuming the conversation with what sounded like his manager.

Y/N frowned pulling just her head back to look at him, his eyes not even bothering to look back at her, too focused on the screen in front of him. Her own patience was wearing thin, deciding to shove the computer off his thighs and crawling in between them. Harry looked at her with furrowed eyebrows glancing back at the screen and then her. Y/N just shrugged tapping her fingers against his thighs casually keeping her eyes on him. He looked down at her hands before grabbing one of her wrist and sending a warning glance before setting her wrist down in her lap. Y/N pouted moving her hands back to the waistnand of his boxers, slipping her fingertips in. Harry widened his eyes quickly grabbing her wrist and moving to press the phone against his shoulder to muffle the speaker.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Harry hissed keeping his hold on her wrist.

“You aren’t paying attention to me, have to figure out ways to do it obviously.” Y/N bluntly stated rolling her eyes.

Harry narrowed them before murmuring our a low ‘quit it’ before returning back to his call, now making sure his eyes were focused on hers the whole time. At this point she would’ve stopped, realizing whoever was on the other line is important and whatever they were talking about was obviously something that Harry would have to pay attention too.

But she wasn’t going to stop.

Y/N moved to lie on her stomach between his legs, pulling out his cock from his boxers. Before he could let out another scolding, she immediately wrapped her lips around the tip, lolling her tongue around. Harry let out a choked breath moving his free hand into her hair. She let her eyes trail up to his raising her eyebrows up before pulling back, letting her hand slowly work over his shaft. Harry shook his head gritting his teeth together.

“Yeah ‘m fine mate don’t worry about it… I can’t believe what the fuck are you doin’…” Harry spoke through clenched teeth at the last part. Y/N bit her lip shaking her head innocently, acting like she had no clue what she was doing. She let her tongue lay flat on the underside of his prick, letting it drag up lazily before flicking her tongue against the bead of pre-cum that had escaped. She was fully now wrapping her mouth around his cock and letting her head do the work. Her hand pumping over his shaft ever time she moved her mouth up making his head slam back against the headboard squeezing his eyes shut. He had more self control than this, but something about the way her mouth was hot around his dick was making his mind go in circle. He couldn’t think straight with her doe eyes looking up at him like she isn’t choking on his cock.

“I go-got it yes-fuck I’ll talk to you later ‘m busy.” Harry quickled rambled out before slamming his hand down on the bed with the phone. His hand quickly tangled in her hair tugging her head back toughly. A line of spit connected from her bottom lip to the tip of his cock, breathing out heavily against the warm skin.

“You are jus’ not listenin’ today are you petal…” Harry clicked his tongue shaking his head as he looked down at her with dark eyes. “Know ‘m on an important call… still disobeyed..?” Y/N licked over her lips dropping her eyes down.

“I’m sorry daddy… just wanted something…” Y/N meekly whimpered out, his hand tugging at her roots to have her eyes move back to is.

“Well if you jus’ would ask… daddy wouldn’t be so rough with his baby now would he…” Y/N nodded biting over her lip pouting out as she looked at him.

“I tried saying something! You didn’t listen though!” Harry raised his eyebrows at her tone making her shrink back slightly.

“I said I’d be with you in a minute didn’ I..? You weren’t being patient…” Y/N huffed out moving her eyes away from his face.

“I know I know….. sorry daddy…” She mumbled out looking back at him, tilting his head to the side.

“‘M letting you off with a warning this time… next time it won’t be pretty do you understand?” Harry lowly mumbles leaning his head down slightly to make his point clear. Y/N nodded glancing over his face biting over her lip.

“Good girl…. now.. go ‘head…. finish what you started…” Harry leaned back against the headboard again watching her with raised eyebrows, his lips quirking up into a smirk once he saw her eyes light up again.

The second time Y/N acted like a brat, both of them were at a restaurant with a group of friends.

They were both sat together in a booth, Y/N was pressed against the wall, sitting on the inside of Harry’s side. His hand rested comfortably on her thigh as he talked to one of his friends about a story she’s heard a million times before. She hasn’t had much to drink this time coming out. She would’ve been nursing a couple margaritas by this time but something was once again taking her focus off of anything. Her eyes turned to watch Harry animatedly explain his story using his free hand to gesticulate every word. Her mind flashed back to that morning he tugged at her hair she could feel her scalp prick with pain. The way he just looked down at her with a harsh stare that would make her want to crawl into a hole and never come out, but at the same time just completely soak her panties. She liked the way he was asserting his position in their relationship.

She loved he way he just dominated her.

Her hand moved to rest over his, using her fingertips to trace over the rings that adorned his fingers. Harry turned his head to look st her adoringly, squeezing her thigh in response. Y/N smiles leaning over to press her lips over his ear, tightening her grip on his hand. “Daddy….”

Harry’s eyes widened slightly turning his head to look at her properly, blinking a few time to understand what she said. She looked at him sinking her teeth in her lower lip sliding his hand up her thigh slowly. “‘M soaking for you… want you to take me home right now.”

Harry shook his head grabbing his glass of water raising his eyebrows over the rim of the glass. “Stop it…..”

Y/N pouted before pressing his fingertips over that spot over her underwear, specifically wearing a skirt of this occasion. Harry swallowed thicker looking down at her lap where his fingers were now pressing against her warm heat. He sucked the air through his teeth glancing at her through his eyelashes.

“You are so in fo’ it when we get home I swear…” Y/N looked at him with excited eyes trying to hide the way her thigh clenched even more hearing the way he spoke. Harry pulled his hand back before looking back at the table and explaining their sudden plans to leave. “Missus has a bit of a stomach flu happening, gonna take care of her now” he murmured helping Y/N get out of the booth alongside him. Both saying farewell to their friends, some of them wishing Y/N a full recovery as they headed out back to his car. The way Harry had his fingers tightly locked with her own, was making Y/N anticipate what was waiting at home.

The minute Y/N stepped into the door, Harry had her shoved against the nearest wall. She let out a gasp of shock pressing her hands against the wall to turn around. Harry came around quickly to press his body up against hers, wrapping his fingers around her waist.

“You jus’ don’t know when to behave do you…” Harry whispers hotly against the crook of her neck, baring his teeth against her skin, letting her head fall back on his shoulder. Y/N’s eyes shut feeling his mouth work on her neck, licking over her dry lips trying to move her wrists away from his grip. Harry squeezes over them pressing pressing his mouth against her ear.

“If you move those hands an inch… I won’t let you cum once tonight… understood…?” Y/N swallowed thickly nodding quickly before being turned around looking up at him. Harry moves her hands to rest on the wall by her hips before sinking down on his knees. He leaned forwards nipping up the skin of her inner thigh, holding the back of her knees as he looked up at her. Y/N’s hands were clenched into fists twisting slightly every time he sunk his teeth into the supple skin of her thigh. Harry moved his head under her skirt, it being flowy enough for his head to disappear completely under the fabric. His tongue pressed flat against her clit letting it nudge around over her underwear. Y/N dropped her head back whining slightly as her hands itched to just slip into his hair. Harry pulled back finally and slipped off both her skirt and panties, pressing kisses all over the apex of her thighs. He could see in the corner of his eyes, her fingers flexing and un-flexing each time his mouth would brush against her clit. He couldn’t help but let a smirk spread across his lips, knowing that whatever he was doing, she was trying her absolute hardest to stay still.

Harry licked over his lips before wrapping them snugly around her clit, letting the tip of his tongue roll the bundle around in his mouth. Y/N jaw dropped open looking down at him feeling her knees buckle. Harry quickly grabbed her thigh before throwing one of them over her shoulder, giving him more access to lick into her. His tongue moved back to lap up everything that had come out, letting out a growl against her clit when lifted her hips up into his mouth.

“Taste so fucking sweet… could spend the rest o’ my life here…” Harry mumbled against her inner thighs nipping roughly at thr tender skin making her cry out, slamming her hands down onto the wall.

“Oh my… fuck me… right there H.. oh my god…” Y/N squeaked out whining as he pulled back with raised eyebrow. “What did you just call me?”

Y/N quickly shook her head desperately moving her hands to her thighs to clutch into something. “Nothing daddy please.. please please please just come back… please!” Y/N begged, before nearly crying in relief when he returned his mouth back onto her swollen clit, letting his jaw work feverishly to pull her to her high. She looked down at him with her jaw dropped feeling her tummy coils, digging her nails into the skin of her thigh. She was so close. So so so close.

And then he pulled away.

Harry stood up to his feet as she looked up at him blinking through some tears, feeling her high escape her slowly. “Why did you do that! I was so close.” She cried out sniffling slightly. Harry shook his head turning her around pressing her chest back against the wall.

“You think this was gon’ be easy…?” Harry tutted shaking his head as he grabbed her hips and pressed his aching bulge against the swell of her bum. She purposely pushes back against him, resting her fists against the wall beside her head whining.

“I’m sorry daddy… I’ll never do it again I promise.. just.. j-just let me cum… please…” Y/N whimpered hearing the ruffling of his clothes coming of. She glanced over her shoulder before he pressed his lips lightly across her cheek.

Oh baby… baby baby baby… relax… ‘m comin’ ‘m comin….” Harry coos out against her cheek, holding her hips, letting his thumb rub across her heated skin. She shut her eyes slightly relaxing into his movements. Her eyes quickly shot open letting out a choked cry once he got in one smooth thrust. Harry growled against her shoulder grinding his hips down immediately.

“‘M going to fucking ruin you…” His hips moved to a rhythmical pace, her forehead pressed against the wall, letting out choked whined and moans every time he reached that spot. Harry’s forehead pressed against the back of her neck slamming his hind into her perky bum, making him want to cum on the spot.

“You feel me… right.. here.” He emphasized when he lightly squirmed his hips to nudge that spot, pressing his hand against her tummy. Y/N gasped dropping her hand to rest over his before nodding desperately.

“I-it feels… so good fuck…” Y/N cried feeling his free hand move to wrap his hand around her throat.

“Are you ever going to act like a brat like that ever again..?” Harry asks pressing his nose against her temple squeezing down on her throat ever so slightly. Y/N gasps out shaking her head, the pressure on her throat intensifying the bubbling in her tummy.

“Are you ever going to disobey daddy every again..?” Harry takes her lobe in between his teeth pressing his hips flush against hers, just staying there. Y/N shook her head once again trying to move her hips against his, but it was no use.

“N-no I’ll never disobey you ever again daddy.. never never never I-I promise just.. let me cum please, ‘m so close..” Y/N chokes out a sob dropping her head down. Harry looked at her moving his hand down from her throat and rubbing quick circles over her clit, keeping his hips still against hers.

“Wan’ you cummin’ jus’ like this….” Harry murmurs nudging his nose against her cheek maid her head turn to lock eyes with his. His other hand moves to slip in between her fingers, tightly intertwining their hands as he worked his fingers against her. Y/N pressed her cheek against the wall looking at him through hooded eyes trembling slightly under him. Harry tilts his head to press his mouth against hers, letting his tongue lick into every inch of her mouth as she chased her release. Y/N dropped her jaw against her mouth letting out a string of whines and his name as she finally came. The clenching around his cock making him cum just behind her, letting out a low groan, burying his face in her neck utterly exhausted.

Y/N turned her head to press her lips over his forehead smiling sleepily rubbing over his knuckles.

Baby…. baby come on….” Y/N cooed out softly to Harry who just let out a tired moan against her neck, lifting it up lazily. His sweaty fringe draped over her forehead, eyes tired but gleaming with excitement, lips puffy with his constant gnawing. Y/N wishes she could engrave this picture in her head for the rest of her life.

If this is what being a brat brought, then she won’t hesitate next time to push his buttons.

i know you’re dying to meet me, but I can just tell you this
baby, as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did

We made a new snk punk/band au (our last one was four years old?!) and I’m super obsessed with this version of hitch as per usual ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Ymir, Annie, and Hitch are in a girl band called ‘Second Chance’ and there’s a lot of lesbian ust.

Stardust || JJK

Group: BTS
Member: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU! Red string of fate au

Word count: 3.3 k


You didn’t believe in soulmates until you lay your eyes on Jeon Jeongguk, the younger brother of your best friend’s husband. That is when you see the red string which begins encircled around your pinky and ends in his.

A/N: This is my thank you for 2k+ followers. It is inspired by the Chinese folklore of red string of fate (read it, if you haven’t. Its cute). Lang Leav is also an inspiration behind this imagine (points to ‘soulmates’ and ‘stardust’). Enjoy reading!

“Why do I have to go?” you whine to your best friend So Rim who is trying to convince you to go to Seokjin’s celebratory party.  She gives you an incredulous look through the mirror before resuming running the make up brush in full circles on her cheeks to fill up any gaps left in her make up. You sigh and fall onto her bed head first, pulling the blue covers over your face.

“ You have to go because it will be a good opportunity for you to meet men, and maybe one of these men will be your soulmate” she doesn’t stop in her motions but keeps her eyes trained on your covered figure.

Keep reading

nothing is more relatable than the fact that v splits a single sentence into six really short texts sent in rapid succession and goes on faux-deep tangents about art at midnight

I Would Understand


Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta & Shinsou Hitoshi, strong hints at Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi

Word count: 14k+

Rating: T

Tags: Dadzawa and Shinson, foster care system, some referenced child neglect and abuse, hurt/comfort, found families, hero worship

Notes: So this was originally prompted, but I strayed a bit from the prompt. It was also supposed to be a lot shorter than this. Any feedback would be appreciated since it’s my first time really writing Shinsou in depth!


Shinsou Hitoshi had a bit of a problem, and that problem was that he’d gotten attached to Aizawa Shouta. And somewhere along the line had started seeing him as a parental figure, a replacement for all the foster home parents who’d passed him along and never quite done their job.

A kid who’s been in foster care his entire life spends a normal, average day after training with the teacher who seems to care a little too much.


“You’re not without some place to go after graduation, but your thinking is rational,” Aizawa gave him a small sigh, and leaned over slightly to look at the applications in the folder Hitoshi had opened. “I personally wouldn’t let the school just leave you alone like that. However, if you’re serious about this, I can help you with these.”

“Really?” Hitoshi’s voice came out a little squeakier than he’d meant it to, and he let out a breath, regathering himself. It was a relief to know that he just wouldn’t be kicked out and left alone. He kind of wondered if Aizawa was somehow implying that he’d stay in contact after graduation, and Hitoshi had to remind himself not to expect anything of anyone, especially the adults in his life.

But goddamn, Aizawa made it hard when he’d never broken a promise to Hitoshi.


I miss you
and I know I shouldn’t

because we’ve been
down this path so many times
that I should be used to this

and over it

but something
is always pulling us together

No matter how much time
and space we’ve had from each other

There’s always that tug

I want nothing more
than to break the silence

but so much
has been said and done

I know this is what’s best
and what we’re supposed do

but my God
I miss you so much it hurts
and the ache never seems to dull

—  that ache never dulls

i have a fic i should be working on instead but this popped into my head and it wouldn’t go away so i present to you stozier college!au with soccer player stan and theater major richie

  • this is an au where most of the losers met in college with a few exceptions
  • mike, stan, and eddie grew up together, played soccer together and all went to the same college when they were offered scholarships ( their hometown always said that it was because of them that they won the championships all four years the boys were in high school ), they even get an apartment together to make thing easier
  • that’s when they meet bill because they have on extra place and it doesn’t take long for bill to fit right in
  • richie didn’t meet any of the losers until he came to college but he had to take a literature class his first semester and that’s where he met ben and they hit it off immediately
  • ben introduced him to beverly and they became a trio who got along fantastically. richie and bev always found a chance to smoke between classes and richie was good at getting ben to come out of his shell more and to be a little less shy ( bev had already made a lot of progress in that regard but richie is loud and out there so he was able to push ben the rest of the way out of his shell )
  • richie and bill meet during a theater production. richie and bill actually compete for the lead but bill ends up getting the part and richie plays the goofy sidekick and he’s honestly amazing at it. everyone loves him. ( he gets more serious parts as well as the years go on and he likes them but he finds that he enjoys playing the goofy characters more because then he gets to do fun voices and channel all of his excess energy)
  • stan see’s richie for the first time when he’s performing, mike and eddie had pulled him away from studying to go watch bill perform (stan considers bill one of his best friends, maybe even closer with him than he is with mike and eddie but he also knows that mike and eddie are trying to find a way for the three of them to be in a relationship, they both bring him roses at the end of the performance)
  • stan finds that he laughs every time that richie is on stage, his eyes are glued to him. he’s gangly and awkward like he never quite grew into his limbs and his hair is slicked back for the part but there’s something oddly charming about it
  • cut to after the show, mike and eddie are surrounding bill and giving him his roses so stan approaches richie once his own fans have separated a bit
  • stan actually hesitates for a moment because the gel had started to come out of richie’s hair and he just looks unbelievably adorable and dorky
  • the hesitation stops when richie looks at him and winks, “do i have a shy admirer over there? i don’t bite…unless you’re into that. you look like you’d be into that.”
  • stan scoffs and rolls his eyes before telling richie that he was amazing in the show and that he’s half tempted to watch it again just for his performance
  • richie is about to respond with a witty one liner ( read as: cheesy ) that he’s sure will get him stan’s number when bev and ben are approaching and giving richie hugs and congratulating him. inviting him out to dinner for a post show celebration and richie gets caught up in the moment of being with his best friends that by the time he looks back over to where stan had been standing, the curly haired boy had made his way back over to his friend and they were leaving
  • his heart drops completely into his stomach and he can’t quite explain why. he hadn’t even learned the boys name, just seen how incredibly handsome he was. 
  • he definitely starts lusting after him and stalks through half the schools instagram trying to find him but they go to a huge college and, again, richie doesn’t even have his name
  • sometimes he gets glimpses of stan at the shows that bill is also in but the boy never approaches him like he did that first time and richie never has time to approach him because he has to talk to all the people that come to support him. he actually does have people who call themselves his fans.
  • it’s a year later when bev invites him to come to a soccer game. she had been talking to bill in class and he wanted to go support his boyfriends and his roommate/best friend and didn’t want to go alone.
  • bev agrees and then invites ben and richie to come as well
  • richie has been so proud of himself for never going to a sports game in all of his years at college but bev somehow casually drops that stan is on the team and is bill’s roommate (not one of bill’s boyfriends though)
  • “your story wouldn’t be as romantic if i helped you”
  • he turns to ben with puppy dog eyes “did you know about this too, benny boy? how could you, the true love and light of my life, betray me like this” ben pushes richie away and laughs when he tries to put an arm around him but he does apologize for not saying anything.
  • flash forward to the next day when they all go to the game. they’re all dressed in light blue ( that’s the color the team wears ), and bill is on his feet as soon as all the starting players are announced ( stan, mike, and eddie are all starting players )
  • all that richie can think about is LEGS
  • stan’s legs look damn GOOD in that uniform
  • he ends up cheering just as loudly as bill despite the fact that he doesn’t really know what’s going on
  • their school’s team ends up winning and richie is screaming “YEAH WE FUCKING WON FUCK YOU GUYS” and other obscenities until bev finally puts a hand over his mouth when they get a warning look from a parent sitting a couple of seats away
  • ben is laughing so hard he can barely stand up
  • they meet up with the guys after and they’re all sweaty and gross after playing but richie doesn’t hesitate to stride forward and use his hands to smoosh stan’s cheeks. “i am in love with you.”
  • stan rolls his eyes and is glad that it’s easy to hide his grin when his face is smooshed, harder to his his blush though
  • richie is suddenly really into soccer after this. ben and bev don’t always tag along but bill always wants to support mike and eddie so they usually carpool to the away games
  • everyone is waiting for stan and richie to officially get together but all they do is banter and flirt and the other’s are so annoyed with their nonsense 
  • their first kiss happens after a game one night, richie offers to walk stan home because the other boy always took ages in the showers and his roommates were getting sick of waiting for them. stan doesn’t seem disappointed to walk out and see richie waiting for him and they fall into step beside each other easily enough.
  • richie is feeling oddly sentimental, “how come you never talked to me again?”
  • “what?”
  • “after the first performance, how come you never spoke to me again?”
  • stan seems surprised by the question, just shrugging.
  • “c’mon stanley. were you too intimidated by my devilish good looks?”
  • “the first thought i had when i saw you was ‘this guy is a complete dork’“ which isn’t entirely true but it shuts richie up for a moment while stan thinks about it.
  • “after that you always seemed to have fans surrounding you and while i do consider myself a richie tozier fan, i didn’t want you to think of me that way.”
  • richie is an idiot so he ignores everything except, “you’re a fan of me?”
  • “i just said that, idiot.”
  • richie is about to say more, probably tease stan, when stan pushes him up against the wall and presses their lips together. effectively shutting richie up.
  • the kiss lasts until they both need to pull away for air and richie’s hair is slightly messy from stan running his fingers through it and now they’re both grinning like idiots
  • somehow they’re still not dating
  • stan goes to every single one of richie’s shows even if it means seeing the same production ten times and richie goes to every soccer game.
  • championships come around and stan spends more time training and gets all stressed over it and one night richie finally gets him to sit down so they can watch star wars together or something and stan looks like he wants to say something all night but everytime richie asks he just gets brushed off
  • they don’t see each other over the next three days and stan seems to be avoiding richie but richie still goes with all of their other friends to watch the championship game
  • it’s tense, both teams are crazy talented.
  • things get worse when there ten minutes left in the game and someone collides with stan when going after the ball.
  • stan’s cry of agony is audible to everyone when he crumples on to the field, clutching his leg.
  • ben and bill have to restrain richie from running onto the field
  • eddie and mike end up having to carry stan off the field and the game continues while the on-site medics provide icepacks ( there are plans to get him to the hospital after the game, stan refuses to leave during such an important game. it’s bad for team morale he says even though he’s crying )
  • their team wins and richie finally bolts until he gets to stan’s side just as they’re about to help him to the ambulance
  • “are you his family? close relative?” the paramedics ask
  • richie is about to say no, that they’re just really close friends when stan speaks up voice strained. “he’s my boyfriend.”
  • that’s enough for the paramedics and they get stan into the ambulance and richie hops in beside him, immediately taking his hand.
  • they’re quiet for a bit, “boyfriend, huh?”
  • stan groans, “i was going to ask you the other night but i didn’t want you to say no. this game was coming up and you’re my good luck charm and i don’t think i would have been able to handle the rejection. i don’t want to be just friends with you, richie.”
  • “i figured that out when you kissed me.”
  • stan is staring at him blank faced and richie sighs, “stan, i’ve wanted to be with you since the first time we spoke. you can ask beverly if you don’t believe me.”
  • there’s no response as stan pulls richie down for a kiss, it ends up being very messy with how much the two of them are smiling
  • richie holds stan’s hand as he gets his leg checked, he stays with him for moral support when he finds out that he’s going to need surgery to fix it, he sticks around when stan gets frustrated with physical therapy and just wants to give up even though they both know it’s his dream to play professionally.
  • richie is there when, a year later, stan is finally back out on the field doing what he loves. after all of this time richie still stares at stan’s legs for a majority of the game.
  • it’s his last performance of his college career when stan approaches him immediately after the performance. usually he would wait until all of richies fans had cleared out ( the number had grown throughout the years ) but this time it’s like he’s on a mission
  • richie can’t help but fear the worst. stan is going to break up with him, all of their plans to move out to california and get an apartment together were going to be ruined.
  • “you look like a dork.” stan’s voice is incredibly fond.
  • richie’s smile is shaky, “you love my horrible fashion sense.”
  • “i do.”
  • and then stan is dropping down on to one knee and all of the people around them have started to squeal when stan pulls out the ring box and looks up at richie.
  • “richie tozier, will you marry me?”