the last shop on the street

Sleeping Arrangements (2/3)

I’m a meanie butt, but after 12,00 words I had to conceded and admit that the last part needed its own chapter. My conciliation: I actually swear it will be up as fast as possible after the 30th. (I do have to write my CSBB)

When Killian Jones is six, he’s sharing a bed with the increasingly wide berth of his mother and all too happy to share it. He’s gathered they’re poor (vicious kids on the street, kicks from discerning shop owners, the way Liam sometimes knicks bread for them to eat) but his mother always smells of lavender and hums him to sleep. Her hands are still soft and everything about her touch speaks of love: the way she cards her fingers through his hair when he’s had a nightmare, the way she lets him clutch at his fingers when they’re at the market, even the way he used to snuggle into her neck before her body became unwieldy with the carriage of his sister.

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Concept: a world in which, by some quirk of the brain, the inhabitants can tell if a number is prime or not (and if so, what its factors are) as easily as they can tell if it’s even or odd. No strong cryptography exists; the best you can do is basically a sophisticated equivalent of rot-13 to indicate something should, in principle, be treated as private.

Instead, steganography is king. Militaries strenuously work to hide the existence of their satellite programs; top secret transmissions are crafted to be indistinguishable from the cosmic radiation background. Rather than providing a password to log into your online banking, you have to visit an obscure blog on 16th century weaving techniques, and click on that pixel there.

This approach to secrecy pervades every aspect of society. The President goes to a public library in rural Virginia twice a week, where he retrieves top-secret memos hidden between the pages of a 1956 issue of Time magazine. Covert operations must be made so improbable that if their existence is leaked, they are indistinguishable from wild and pointless conspiracy theories. The CIA has one operation to infiltrate the Iranian nuclear program, and three hundred almost-identical ones to rearrange the flower beds of the Bulgarian embassy in Tehran. No one remembers which one is the real one; there’s a little flower shop down the street that’s sold five hundred euro’s worth of petunias every week for the last fifteen years to out-of-towners in dark sunglasses.

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 2)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 984

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A/N: Hope you guys like the update :)

Originally posted by agentsdaily

“You look exhausted,” Daisy commented as you shrugged in response, adjusting the beanie on your head before bracing the cold weather waiting outside. Leaving the building, the both of you walked along the bustling streets of Manhattan, making your way to a nearby coffee shop. “Didn’t get enough sleep last night?”

Your eyes flickering over to your friend, you nodded your head. “Yeah…I just had a lot on my mind,” you remarked casually, trying not to let the events of last night pervade your thoughts once more.

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Your bad driving caused you to not get hired.

(warning: long story)

Background: I work for a construction company that has many divisions but I work in the new construction section. I’ve been working at this company for about 5 years but actually worked along with my Dad who had 30+ years at the same company. Because of his long tenure in not only the field but with the company I got a lot of inside perks. I created a lot of very beneficial professional relationships through him. My dad recently became very sick (suffering from liver and throat cancer stage 4) and had to stop coming to work. My Dad and I were the only office guys in the department, so once he stepped away I became number 1 guy in the department, making all the decisions. This detail will come into play later.

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for you pt. 7 [m]

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Badboy!Taehyung, angst

Word Count: 5.3k

Originally posted by vminv

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Six Months Later

You walked down the hallway of the academic building slowly, the weight of the paper in your bag causing you to drag your feet. Each footstep bringing more and more uncertainty about the next chapter of your life. You noticed that the door to your professor’s office was locked, and a small sigh of relief escaped your lips.

You didn’t want to have to explain to him how all your interviews had turned to dead ends. You didn’t want to have to explain how you were still going to be stuck in this town. Stuck in the memories of the past year when all you wanted to do was move forward. There was nothing that you wanted more than leaving. If he could leave, so could you. But instead you had gotten hired at the coffee shop in which you first met him. Left to repeat the same memories over and over again.

And as you left the building for the last time, you didn’t feel any different. The emptiness that had filled your chest the day he left was still there. You held your phone up to your ear, the familiar number having been dialed like clockwork. “We are sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service.” seared through your ears after the first dial tone.

You kicked at a rock while waiting to cross the street. There was no reason for you to continue to call that number. But there was still a large part of you that hoped he would come back. That when you called his voice would saying hello on the other end. But no one had heard from him. Not you. Not the boys. It was like he had erased himself from your universe.

Taehyung crept into your mind during your most vulnerable moments. Like when the sun hit your skin in the middle of the afternoon, reminding you of the hours you would spend sitting next to him in the front seat of his car. Driving the two of you around while blasting old music and singing along so out of tune that everyone else would stare at you from their cars.

You missed him when you couldn’t get a jar open, not because he was strong enough to open them. But because you would hunch over in fits of laughter as you watched him turn red in the face while trying to open it. He wasn’t much of a muscle pig, but you thought his effort was the cutest.

He was in the worn out t-shirt hidden in the back of your closet. A piece of clothing you didn’t know you had until your nose caught the smell of his cologne the first time Mina came over to your apartment to do your laundry since you hadn’t left your bed in weeks. You had her put it down, worried that if she held it for too long you would forget what he smelled like when he held you.

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Y’ALL YOU CAN CALL ME JOANNE BECAUSE I PULLED OFF THE ULTIMATE SCAM LAST NIGHT.

I’ve been seeing the same POT for a month now. Yesterday was our fourth meet and I was going to mentally declare him an SD from now on. You’d better believe that was C A N C E L L E D.

After spending two hours getting ready, I drove another two hours in the snow in Toronto traffic to meet this man at a restaurant for our date. I got there, grabbed a table and sat down when he texted me saying he fell asleep and to order for him because he would be there soon. This really pissed me off because the last time we met up he was an hour late, and the time before that he was off by 20 minutes. Now, I had already spent money and time driving to the restaurant so my ass was NOT about to turn around and leave. No, I knew he would come, even if it took 2 hours. And it did. Straight up, two hours.

Luckily my boyfriend came and saved the day by covering my tab and letting me use his laptop to charge my phone in the restaurant. He stayed with me until this man arrived.

I walked out to his car, smiling and pretending everything was okay, because my ass already had a plan.

There was no way I’d be fucking and sucking this dude tonight. No way in hell! Had it been a vanilla man I would’ve already blocked his number and forgot his name but I was going to suck this man dry of every hour of my time that he wasted.

I turned to him, smiling and said, “babe, do you want to go to the mall?”

You’d better believe his ass took me to the Eaton Center, scrambling to make up for tonight. I had him withdraw $2,000 cash and buy me $400 worth of Steve Madden and Aritzia gear. Then, before it was time to leave, “I have to go to the bathroom,” I said, “I’ll meet you outside once you grab the car from the parking garage.”

And what the fuck did I do? I grabbed an Uber and hauled my ass back home. If anyone saw a young woman running down the street in Louboutins and an arm full of shopping bags last night, that was me.

After two hours of texting him and pretending I couldn’t find him outside, he got the hint.

Straight White Boy Problem #997

bro…..maybe we should like expand our perspectives….no im not talking about getting high! fuck that dude…im talking about traveling the world, meeting new people, doing something new, being open to new ideas! We aren’t getting that in the suburbs dude. The only place with culture is the Whole Foods down the street….and that Mexican restaurant in that shopping plaza next to the Target. But bro…bro…listen to me…we should…no I’m NOT going to listen to the new Barstool podcast Jimmy fuck let me finish!! We should be open to new things…like dude I watched soccer for the FIRST TIME last year and now i really really like it! lol maybe I’ll start wearing more vineyard vines than polo..? we just got to be open to new ideas bro!!

That Awkward Moment When

John Laurens x Female Reader

Requested by @cupcakequeen1999 who was kind enough to compromise, this one goes out to you girl, you’re super rad

In which the reader and Laurens are roommates and very good friends. Jealousy and smut ensues.

Words: 4,573

Warnings: NSFW! SMUT SMUT SMUT and LOTS OF SWEARING (don’t read if this will make you uncomfortable)

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anonymous asked:

OK this may sound odd but what fabric shops would you recommend in the LA area. I know you no longer live here but any advice helps, since joanns does have its limits in fabric options and in your experience is it any cheaper than Joanns or am I paying just as much?

The garmet district is what you want to do. 

Shopping in LA Fabric District

What you want to do is – HIT UP MICHAEL LEVINES FIRST BUT DONT BUY ANYTHING. Maybe pick up your pattern. Check out how much fabric you need according to the pattern, etc etc. Search the store for the fabric you need, even if you see a perfect match, leave it, don’t buy it. Trust meeeee. You’re basically making this your garaunteed last resort. I know it already seems a great deal compared to Joanns’ money grubbing prices, but trust me.

Head out to the streets and start walking up and down 9th. From Maple to San Pedro. CHECK EVERYWHERE. North shops usually have the best SPANDEX and stretch fabrics, lace and sequins. SOUTH shops usually have upholestry, leather and vinyl (there’s exceptions but this is what I noticed.) 

I garauntee you any stock of fabric at Levines is avaliable in all the surrounding stores and they will sell it way short for a bargain! 

PROTIP: Never say yes first. If you ask one of the workers in the off stores “How much is this a yard?” and they say “12,” even if thats an amazing price, still just nod and say “Thanks” and start walking away like you dont want it. They WILL ALWAYS go lower. They’ll start telling you “11! 10– 8 for you!” Especially if they know you want 2-3 yrds or more.  But don’t get intimidated either, they’ll try to corner you into saying yes. Just wave them off, tell them “Ill take a picture and come back? I just wanna compare.”  Seriously, even if you see the perfect one at one of these places for the best price, just wait until you hit all the stores. You have no idea how many times i bought something and regretted it 5 minutes later when I saw an even better version. 

Second Protip: When they ask you how many yard you want, always say 2-3. Even if you need seven. Because they’ll give it to you for cheaper if you only want that much. Then when you say, okay, ill buy it for 4 bucks a yard, as he’s measuring it out, then say “ACTUALLY can I get 5?” 

Here’s some of my favorites:

L.A. Alex has the CHEAPEST notions. Zippers, elastic, velcros, thread, muslin, etc. They are AWESOME for all extra stuff you need. Way cheap. 

JOURNAL has some of the most interesting fabric on the block, unique textiles like dancewear or lace, usually exclusive to them. This is where I found that rare ass pre-pleated suede fabric for Kylo Ren’s sleeves and the awesome shimmer-non-sparkle spandex for Miraculous Ladybug. 

.99 Fabric a yard. Literally as it says. 99cents a yard biittcchhh. I ALWAYS hit this place up because you always need cheap ass broadcloth, poplin, CHIFFON or Taffeta. He’s got it all man. Its awesome for basic shit. 

City Fabric has the best FUR and FLEECE selection you’ve ever seen. 

Mora Tex is a favorite of mine. The guy here loves cosplayers and the fabric I get here is always rich and stunning looking. I bought my Astrologian Velvet, Dishonored purple and grey suede. Kylo’s outer tunic, Rey’s tunic and shoe wool, Lavellan’s trespasser tunic, and so much NICE suiting. Basically any heavier, richer type fabrics you can probably find here. 

Trim 2000 Plus is the place I found my Inquistor buttons. This place is like a gold mine for buttons. They have the most interesting shit for super cheap. I spent like 5 bucks on both Emily and Corvos diamond cufflinks and royal button getup here.

Jerry’s all Trims. My favorite trim store!!!  He has everything! Belts too! Great for any trims, tassles, or piping you made need. AND HE LETS YOU BUY THE WHOLE ROLL OR BY YARD. I bought all the leather cord here for our Solas necklaces. And every gold piece of my Astrologian cosplay.

SOME TECHNICAL ISSUES:

-Parking in LA FABRIC district is hell on earth. The spots up by Jerry’s All trims is my secret spot, those are usually free (2 hr maximum). You can check side spots too, like between maple and san pedro, but don’t feel bad about pulling into a parking structure and paying the 7 bucks. Its not so bad. 

-Stores close around 6:00 on weekdays and saturdays. 

-WHILE PARKING IS FREE ON SUNDAY. A lot of these shops aren’t open. LA Alex and the the button store are closed for example. Button store is also closed mondays for some reason? AND EVERYTHING CLOSES BY 4 ON SUNDAY. 

-AWAYS bring cash. Lots of stores don’t take card. Or they will charge you extra for using it. There are ATMs inside some stores. But the service fee is like 3-5 bucks. YUCK. 

-Theres a random costume shop on 9th street that sells gloves. SKIP THIS. I know your tempted to buy everything at once, but this guy is way overpriced. Order your gloves on ebay for $1, trust me. 

-Best time to go is in the morning on a weekday, if you can manage it. Saturdays are hecka busy but that sometimes it a great thing cause the shops are ready to bargain.

-North of San pedro is NOT A GOOD AREA. Don’t park there. And if you’re leaving to go to Little Tokyo afterwards, turn around, take another street. 

Just a local secret for all you Artemis Fowl fans out there

I used to live near Eoin Colfer in Wexford as a teenager. I always hoped I’d bump into him but alas it wasn’t meant to be, but as I lived there I discovered something.

On a corner of the Main Street there is an optician’s called Foley Opticians, and down the road there is a newsagents with the name Butler’s written on it, obviously the last name of the family operating it. As I was noting these things I suddenly realised…

Eoin, you lazy sod, you just walked up and down the Wexford main road looking at shop signs and saying, “Yep, that’s my new character’s name.”

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RIVALRY. Pt.1

Genre: Angst. Gang! AU. 

Warnings: Mentions of blood & violence. That’s it.

Pairings: Mark x reader x Namjoon ft GOTBANG collaboration.

Summary: You’re innocently caught in the crossfire of two of Korea’s deadliest gangs, after an argument with your gang leader boyfriend. Could you have been hurt by someone closer to home? Or has the rivalry between the two become personal? Remember not everything is as simple as black and white..

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Mr. Barnes (Part 1 out of ?)

(A/N): Here’s that mafia AU you guys! 

Summary: Living in 1940′s Brooklyn as a crime lord is all fun and games until someone falls in love

Warnings: for now just swearing and brief mentions of torture


Originally posted by fvckmxk

   Bucky huffed on his cigarette as he walked down the empty streets of Brooklyn, a crooked little smile upon his face as his dress shoes clacked against the pavement. He’d had a business meeting only a few hours before but his newer- partner- had taken a little more negotiating than others. 

   “Good evening officer,” Bucky smirked as he tucked his bloodied fist into a handkerchief, hiding the already scabbing wounds. The officer gave him a polite smile and gently tip of his hat as he walked down on the road, attempting to hide the way he nearly quaked in his shoes as he walked off. Bucky chuckled dryly as he puffed a little bit of smoke into the air, watching it curl up beautifully only to dissipate a few moments later. With a gentle sigh Bucky continued on his way, bypassing half the slums of Brooklyn and slowly, nearly leisurely, made his way to the nicer, bigger houses in the Brooklyn area. 

   The lights to his house were on and a figure stood in the doorway, their arms folded over their chest as the looked out into the road with no doubt that distasteful eye of theirs. 

   “Dot,” Bucky smiled as he made his way up the steps to his home, kissing his girlfriend on the cheek. “Hiya babydoll,” 

   “You’re late,” She sighed, tucking a red curl behind her ear. Bucky gave her a gentle smile as he flicked his nearly burnt cigarette into their rose bushes. 

   “Business ran a little later than usual, seems like old Danny won’t be able to sell secrets for a bit,”  Dot smiled, a twisted little thing as she got up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Bucky’s lips. 

   “You cut out his tongue, didn’t’cha?” She asks with an almost morbid curiosity. Bucky smiled as he pressed another kiss to her cherry painted lips, letting her sweet taste fill his mouth. 

   “Mh, It was only fair, was it not?” Dot smiled even more, her hands sliding up to grasp at Bucky’s blood stained tie. 

   “Such a dirty boy Mr. Barnes,” She chuckled in an almost sultry tone. 

   “You know it,” Bucky gave her a little wink as he stepped away from her, waltzing into his warm kitchen. “Ah, doll, you made me dinner?” 

   “ ‘Course I did Baby, I even warmed it up for ya,” Bucky turned to Dot with a mock fond smile, an almost coo falling from his lips. 

   “You’re so good to me Dot, what would I do without’cha?” Dot smiled, an almost girly chuckle falling from her lips as her cheeks dusted a light pink. 

   “I suppose starve, you don’t ever seem to have the time to stop and eat,” Bucky smiled, turning back to look at the food with an almost ravenous look. 

   “Of course I would,’ 


    (Y/N) walked down the street, their jacket pulled around their freezing form tightly as they breathed in and out shallowly. Damn, they hated their stupid asthma and they hated stupid winter. With a wheezing little breath (Y/N) turned a corner, marching right out onto main street. (Y/N) eyed the little bakery just down the block, it’s soft lights an invitation to get out of the cold, an invitation (Y/N) would accept. With a smile (Y/N) walked as briskly as they could to the shop, pulling open the old wooden door. 

   “(Y/N),” Mrs. Rogers, the baker, smiled out at (Y/N) with bright eyes and rosy cheeks. “I was wondering when you were going to stop by today,” 

   “Sorry,” (Y/N) gives her an apologetic little smile as they remove their mittens and hat. “Asthma’s been acting up and I got here as fast as my horrible lungs could carry me,” Mrs. Rogers gave them a sympathetic smile as they browsed over the baked goods, their fingertips gently reaching out to brush along the glass. “How’s Mr. Rogers doing?” (Y/N) poked their head up from the case just long enough to give Sarah a look before ducking back down again to look at the cookies, cakes, and breads. 

   “He’s just fine deary, thank you for asking,” 

   “And what about-” The name catches in (Y/N)’s throat, as though stuck by some invisible force. “What about Steve?” Mrs. Rogers sighs, her bright eyes losing their shine. 

   “I don’t know (Y/N), he’s hardly ever visiting, he doesn’t ever write to us, we only ever see him on the streets smoking with some hooligans.” 

   “I’m sorry,” Is all (Y/N) could provide, their tone coming across as sympathetic. “It happens to the best of them,” 

   “These….these gangs are dangerous aren’t they?” (Y/N)’s head perks up again, a look of remorse crossing their winter touched features. 

   “Yes Mrs. Rogers, very dangerous,’ Sarah sighs, hanging her head in shame. 

   “That boy is going to be the death of me…” A brief look of pain crossed her features before she was suddenly perking back up again, her cheery smile returning (even if it was a bit more plastic this time). “Well, what are you going to be having sweetie?” (Y/N) gave her a small smile as they point to a loaf of bread, the steam still slowly rising from it. With a smile Sarah retrieves the loaf, placing it in a small bag for (Y/N) to take home. 

   “Tell your mother to come visit sometime, god knows she needs to get out of that house every so often,” (Y/N) chuckled as they placed a few coins on Sarah’s nearly pristine counter top before they reached over and grabbed the still steaming loaf of bread. 

   “I’ll be sure to, I’m sure she’d love to catch up,” 

   “And mind that asthma of yours! I don’t want you dropping dead on me!” Sarah calls after (Y/N) as they exit the shop with a wave, a small smile plastered on their dusted cheeks. Sarah smiles as she places the money in the register, listening to the satisfying little chime that issued when she dropped the coins in. Her thoughts drifted to (Y/N), of poor sickly, stubborn (Y/N). God bless their soul she loved them, but in this world, with their ailments she doubted they’d last very long. And oh how right she’d been…


    Bucky walked through the freezing streets of Brooklyn with a lighter in his hand, his thumb flicking over the tiny flame over and over again, almost tempting fate to burn him but he knew it wouldn’t, even fate was scared of Mr. Barnes. With a little satisfied smirk Bucky flicked the cap closed and placed the lighter back in his pocket, right next to his Brazilian imported cigarettes. His eyes linger on the small rounded material as he turns a corner, his feet carrying him down the familiar main street but suddenly his freshly polished shoes are colliding with some force, another person to be exact. 

   Bucky grunts a bit as he grabs onto whoever he bumped into, gripping them to steady not only himself but them as well. 

   “Sorry there kid, I didn’t even see you there-” Bucky’s sentence trails off as he looks up, his blue gaze connecting with one of the most gorgeous faces he’d seen in his life. Their eyes were brimming with tears, no doubt due to the harsh air, their cheeks and nose were dusted an almost innocent pink color, and their outfit, albeit old and shabby, complimented their rather sweet look very well. 

   “I’m sorry,” They whisper, their voice rather hoarse. “I wasn’t looking were I was going and-” 

   “It’s a-okay kid,” Bucky gives them a gentle smile as he dusts off their shoulders. “Nobody got hurt,” 

   “Well uh- thanks for sparing me a lecture about being mindful,” (Y/N) smiles sheepishly, their face suddenly contorting with pain as they turn their head to the side and cough up a raging fit. If Bucky didn’t know any better he’d say they were dying, hacking their lungs right up into the crease of their arm but suddenly the fit ends and they look at him again, giving him a sheepish smile. “Sorry,” (Y/N) whispers, their voice even more hoarse than before. “Um, thanks again though Mr…?” They trail off, waiting for Bucky to supply them with an answer. Bucky chuckled a bit, shaking his head in almost amusement. Oh, this was always his favorite part, telling someone his name and watching the life and color drain from their face, watching the way their eyes would dim and their smiles would fall. 

   “I’m Bucky. Bucky Barnes, and you are?” (Y/N) suddenly gulps, their eyes widening just enough to let Bucky know that they recognized his name. 

   Bucky Barnes- mobster and leading crime lord of Brooklyn 1944

Just in case you’re wishing there was more Downton Abbey

I’ve got a few recommendations:

The Bletchley Circle: A group of former WWII code breakers take a series of unsolved crimes into their own hands, seeing as how no one will listen to them. Just being women and all.

Call the Midwife: How many different words for “amazing” can I use before they start to lose meaning? I love this show SO much! The characters are so engaging and this snapshot into 1950s-60s Poplar life is endearing, heart-breaking, and eye-opening.

Also, definitely read Jenny Worth’s memoirs on which the series is based, titled either The Midwife or Call the Midwife (after the TV tie-in).

Home Fires: Series two is airing now in the US and it is a lovely series with the same dosages of scandal, small-town life, classism, and fabulous costuming as Downton Abbey, only in the 1940s.

The Crown: A truly great Netflix original about the young Queen Elizabeth II which offers a fascinating insight into her young life.

Pan Am: Oh, Pan Am! What a fabulous show! Beautiful costuming and soundtrack, as well as a pretty good plotline. But beware of watching on-demand - ABC aired the series out of order because they thought that would be a good idea for some reason. The story-line straightens out about half-way through,and by that time you will probably be hooked.

Rebellion: Haven’t watched it yet, but it seems promising. From Netflix, “As World War I rages, three women and their families in Dublin choose sides in the violent Easter Rising revolt against British rule.

Victoria: Jenna Coleman is an absolute vision as young Queen Victoria. The first season shows Victoria’s ascent to the throne, her young love with her advisor, Lord Melbourne, and then eventually her husband, Prince Albert, as well as the mine-field of intrigue and ulterior motives from her family and household. Spectacular!

The Paradise: Not as great as some of the others, but still a pretty entertaining look into the birth of the “one-stop-shop” in Edwardian England.

Mercy Street: I think this show is pretty amazing, although it is not for the squeamish (like my husband) who gag at the slightest sight of a putrefied wound. As a southerner - a Virginian, no less - what I love about this show is that it shows that there are good and bad people on both sides of a decidedly horrible issue, meaning not all Southerners are evil bigots, and not all Yankees are heroes in blue. Still true today, keep that in mind. Rant over - watch the show.


And last, but not least,

Vikings: A delicious mix of The Tudors and Game of Thrones. Quite a bit more violent and vulgar than Downton Abbey, but I still can’t help myself from recommending it to anyone who will listen. I find myself rooting for people who, if I met them in real life, would make me run for cover. Prepare to spend several hours at work looking up awesome braided hairstyles on Pinterest!


All that being said, I would also love to hear some others’ recommendations for fabulous period dramas. Can’t stop, won’t stop!

Thin Walls (Jaehyun x Reader)

Hey! Long time no see! It’s been a minute since I last posted something or filled a request, and the guilt of not doing so was slowly eating away at me lol I managed to throw this one together after forever and it took so long because I was struggling hard core on the actual smut. It’s just so difficult trying not to repeat a scene I’ve done previously in the exact same way, etc. But finals are coming up, and I’ll be trying my darndest to chip away at these requests as best as I can! Hope you all enjoy this one!!!

P.S. I miss his curly permed hair, it brought me so much joy :’) He just looks so soft and cuddly, bless his soul I love him so so much !!

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Moving to one of the biggest cities, you had your hopes high, but not too high. You knew it wasn’t a perfect place, with perfect people who had perfect lives and perfect apartments. There were the dumpster divers, the druggies in the alleyways, and the snobs that flaunted their glittery 24 caret plumage on their wrists and necks, suffocating themselves with mink coats and expensive cigarettes. But you were determined to ignore all of it, the people who mattered were like you; starving, but alive, living their big dreams regardless of the struggle. You clung to those people, the places they frequented, and learned to love and appreciate the side of this city that was your new home. You were stable and free now, able to pursue the things you enjoyed and make a living to support yourself. 


If there was one thing you loved above all else, it was your flat. It had been a treasure find during a hot summer night not very different from the one now, your mind a little hazed by the one too many drinks you’d tipped back at a friend’s house party. Your body buzzing as you wandered back to your temporary home at a hotel, feeling drawn to take a new street instead of the subway.

The sign was a rickety chalkboard with words scribbled across it in blue chalk, advertising an empty apartment for rent. You almost paid no heed to it, wanting nothing more than to collapse in your bed and pass out, maybe even throw up in the nearest trash can. Something prompted you to grab one of the pamphlets pinned to the board and shove it in your purse for later, didn’t hurt to try, right? You didn’t think twice about it until the next morning when the sun cracked above the horizon, bolting upright and scrabbling for your cellphone to dial the number, despite your massive head ache from your hangover. Pickings were slim in the trendy city of Seoul, millions of people vying for a place to call their own, you had to give it a try because it might be your only chance for a while. Plus, you were tired of hopping from one cheap hotel to the next and crashing at your friends’ flats. You needed a place to call your own.

A soft spoken old woman had picked up, her motherly voice cooing like a mourning dove as she gave you a time to stop by to tour the flat. You had arrived way too early due to eagerness, the building being located on one of the most popular and famous streets only added to its charm. Lovely and eclectic themed coffee shops, boutiques, and makeup and bookstores lined the street, making it one of the busiest. If you weren’t already ready to sign the dotted line, the moment you walked in was the last word.

When she had brought you up that creaky elevator that seemed to soar up and up into the sky, your breath had been taken away as soon as you walked into the apartment. It wasn’t the newest, but it had an old charm to it. Exposed brick on the outer walls, windows stretching wide to depict the city skyline, and it could be all yours. She had warned you about some problems like creaky pipes, leaks, and especially the thin walls since you shared one with one other apartment. You could care less at that point, already ready to sign the contract and call the humble little place yours.

So here you were now, the humid night setting in as you sat lounging on your couch, dripping in sweat and absolutely sweltering. All your windows were cracked, the old AC cranked as high as it could go, and one greasy fan that struggled to spin, which hardly made much of a difference at all. You were dressed in only your underwear and a sports bra, trying to cool yourself off as you pressed an ice pack to the back of your neck with another annoyed groan.

Today had been your day off, wanting nothing more than to go outside and enjoy it, but the heat was so stifling you’re sure you would have roasted under the sun in five minutes. So you stayed inside, trying to mind your own business as usual and take a day to yourself. All afternoon you heard the same old usual sounds from your next door neighbor, not even bothered by the incredible thinness of the wall that divided your two apartments anymore. He was young and gorgeous, a college student living off campus, pursuing a degree in music. You’d met him only on a few occasions, and he was sweet and personable enough, but it felt like the two of you were connected somehow. You knew him better than those simple hellos in the hallway and so did he. The wall was so thin and hollow that the two of you could almost perfectly hear what the other was doing all the time, which irked and frightened you at first. Sometimes it even felt like your flats weren’t separated at all, you wouldn’t have been surprised if you saw him walking around your living room one day.

You didn’t want to lie to yourself, he really was completely beautiful. Your heart nearly leapt into your throat every time you saw him smile, his dimples poking out cutely at even the smallest quirk of his soft looking lips. He towered over you, making your pulse race whenever he stopped you in the hallway to let you know about a problem the building was having, his warm hand burning a permanent brand on your shoulder. You couldn’t say you were in love with him, not yet. But you could say you liked him very, very much and at the moment was completely entranced by him.

Jung Jaehyun loved to sing, his velvety voice usually would ring throughout your floor during the day. He sang everything, even his own compositions, which he knew you could hear, almost like he wanted to know your opinion. You loved to listen to him while you cooked, or when you showered, sometimes humming or singing softly back to him, just so you could let him know it was okay for him to continue. In all honestly, you enjoyed it more than you realized, and he knew it too.

Little did you know, he knew a lot of things. Those walls kept no secrets, especially the ones you wouldn’t even dare utter aloud.

Passing him in the thin, musty hallway always seemed to make your heart beat fast enough to burst from your chest. You were sure that he could probably see your whole body shaking from just the greeting he shot you, dimples poking out coyly as he pressed himself against the wall to let you pass. He smelled like a man, rough and homey, something familiar and something that made you crave to be near him again and again. You hated how easily he could twist you around his finger and the two of you were barely friends, just neighbors politely living next to one another.

You let your head fall back against the couch, the magazine you were using to fan yourself picking up speed as you thought of your neighbor and his mischievous ways. He was probably in the same position as you, slouched onto his couch, most likely gloriously shirtless as he attempted to break the relentless heat wave that was trapped in the city. Your face turned a darker shade of red, childishly tossing your magazine across the room as your mind swam with desirable images of Jaehyun lounging on his couch with less and less clothing as time went by. You groaned loudly, standing up to go suffer in bed when you heard a familiar noise on the other side of the wall, a velvety humming.

You crept silently over to the wall, wincing every time a rickety floorboard creaked. Settling softly against the wall, you pressed your ear to it, straining to hear just what was happening on the other side. It was a gentle hum, reminiscent of a cat purring, so close to the wall the sound tingled your ear. His voice so silky that even the most expensive lengerie couldn’t compete with the sheer amount of sexiness and comfort you received from hearing it.

The good part comes between wanting and needing,” Jaehyun crooned from behind the wall, and you turned to press your forehead to the faded blue paint, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you swayed back and forth where you sat. He knew oh so well how much you loved it when he sang sensual pieces; knew how much the sound of him humming those words turned you on. It was an unspoken arrangement that neither of you were prepared to mention when you passed each other in the hall.

Because who knew what would happen if you did? Where it would lead?

You swore you heard the boy on the other side give a sharp inhale of breath, but paid no attention when he sang the next bit, “When it’s less about eating and more about feeding.”

Biting your lip, you slid a hand up and down your exposed thigh, sighing wantonly when you heard him shift on the other side. You wished desperately for him to be in front of you, arms open for you, lips waiting to be kissed, and eyes filled to the brim with lust. You gave a soft gasp as you slid a hand over your panties, feeling a heat beginning to grow in your stomach, and a wetness form in between your legs.

In between…right where you wanted Jaehyun.

You heard him shudder on the other side of the wall, the erotic and strangely familiar metallic sound of a belt unbuckling caused your hips to buck into your fingers that were gliding over the covered folds of your heat. You pressed a finger to your clit and bit back a moan when you heard the clunk of a buckle hitting the wood floors, a relieved groan reached you through the wall and you cried out in response.

How he managed to continue to sing was a mystery to you, but you could hardly believe you ears as he sang, “You know the best could always be better.” You pulled your panties down your smooth thighs and immediately slid a finger into your soaking heat, illiciting a gasp that mirrored Jaehyun’s. The way you practically dripped onto the wood floors made you blush as your walls tightened around you finger. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, barely being able to imagine him without passing out from want; pants unbottoned, belt messily undone, briefs hastily pulled down in order to let his hard member breathe. His hand almost shaking as he attempted to control the quavering in his voice, “When the hardest could be harder…”

You heard him groan and you moaned in response, nails clawing against the wall as you pumped your fingers inside yourself, imagining it was him. You slumped against the wall and used your other hand to rub your clit hurriedly, feeling so close you could hardly stand it. You clung on to each word, knowing his hand was moving in tandem with yours, breathing synchronized as he practically moaned the next words, “And the wettest is wetter.”

You cried out his name, just about to finally come when his voice cut you short, “Stop, _____.”

You immediately retracted you hand while panting, waiting for him to continue, wanting to whine from your need to release. His voice was low, calm and full of command, but you heard how he strained to keep it level. “Listen closely, baby girl. Go unlock your door. Then I want you in your bed. Naked. Do you understand?”

Your lips quivered in want, “Yes.”

You didn’t wait for him to tell you to go, your body moved quickly, instinctively and driven by want as you scrambled to the door. Your hands trembled as you slid the lock over, hardly believing what you were about to do. You clambered towards your bedroom, clicking all the lights off and flicking on your bedside lamp and fairy lights you had strewn over your headboard. Then you yanked your curtains open on your large window that took up an entire wall, allowing the rainbow ambient light ofSeoul to seep in through the glass. You stilled for a moment, hearing footsteps in the hallway, the clunk of your door handle being grasped as it was turned. You panicked and struggled to rip off your panties and sports bra, realizing as soon as you hopped on your bed that your entire room was a disaster. You were about to scream into the nearest pillow when you heard short knocks on your door frame. Too late now.

He was too much, period. The boy was sculpted from something close to the gods, with a body gorgeously lean, his frame broad, and legs long enough for you to climb. He wore nothing but a pair of dark briefs, the outline of his hard member pressing insistently against the fabric as if taunting you. Everything about him was either dark or light, a contrast that made your knees weak. His dark hair was a beautiful mess, like he frequently ran his fingers through it. His ebony eyes drew you in and kept you there, not allowing your own gaze to wander anywhere else. Jaehyun stepped towards the bed, fingers running over the cool silk of your sheets you had spent so much money on. You saw a small smile flicker over his lips that made your body quiver, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

It’s going to be fun ruining that silk.

When he got onto the bed, you gasped at the predator look in his eyes as he crawled towards you on all fours. The bed creaked lightly as you shifted back on instinct, even though you felt so drawn toward him, wanting nothing more than to finally touch him. You realized you have never laid a single finger on him and he you, but both of you were so completely enraptured with one another even when there was a wall separating you. It was honestly poetic, and strangely beautiful.

Unmuffled, his voice was even more velvety, “You don’t know how often I thought about this very scenario.” He laid you down and crawled up your body, careful to not touch you, not yet. “All those nights when I could hear you touching yourself, moaning my name as you finally came.”

Your body shook, wanting to squeeze your eyes shut from embarrassment, but Jaehyun held your gaze. You pressed your thighs together as he leaned closer to you, his hair tickling your forehead, “Were you imagining my fingers, baby girl? Or maybe my tongue?”

You could hardly answer, eyes wide as his lips barely grazed yours as he whispered, “If you really want it that bad, princess, why don’t I give it to you?”

With that he closed the gap between your bodies, allowing his entire frame to press against you along with his soft lips. They glided so easily against yours, like they were meant for one another. One of his hands came up to tangle in your hair, allowing him complete control of you as he slipped his sinful tongue into your mouth. You moaned in appreciation at the slick feeling of his tongue sliding against yours, tasting the tea he had been drinking earlier. He pulled away for air, panting as he slid down your body dragging his tongue over your  skin. He pressed wet kisses to your breasts and ribs, hands gripping your hips as he groaned against your skin, “I’m going to cover every inch of your skin with my tongue, until your fucking begging for it, baby girl.”

You gazed down at him as he worked lower and lower, your body glistening from where his mouth left. Hovering over your dripping heat, he blew cool air on it, smirking at the way you arched off the bed. The moment his tongue made contact with your lower lips, your hand found his dark locks, tangling your fingers through them. He released a groan from the taste, attacking your clit with his lips as he sucked at it mercilessly. His ebony eyes stared up at you and you could feel the smirk against your inner thigh as he went to bite at the soft skin there, leaving a dark purple hickey. He didn’t leave just one though, that wasn’t Jaehyun’s style. He wanted to wake up to you tomorrow morning, thighs littered with bruises and violently purple hickeys. As he nosed along your inner thighs, your body began to tremble and ache as he revisited old markings, biting and pressing kisses to them, “J-Jaehyun!…Please!”

He pulled away and regarded you with amusement, “Please what, baby girl?” He was enjoying himself, dragging his tongue over those cheeky bruises proudly.

You shifted your hips to make your point clear, too embarrassed to ask aloud for what you really wanted him to do. He tilted his head innocently, licking his bottom lip from one corner to the other as he traced his tongue over your taste. Deep down you realized that Jaehyun wouldn’t give you what you wanted if you didn’t give him what he wanted. It was a game of give and take, and you needed to swallow your pride.

You gulped, voice straining with want, “P-please fuck me with your fingers and tongue, Jaehyun.”

“Hmmm,” he simpered, letting a finger lightly trace over your clit. “Since you were such a good listener earlier, I’ll give you what you want.” He leaned closer to your lower lips, but stopped himself, looking up at you through his lashes as he whispered, “Make sure to pay me back later though.”

You let out a sigh of relief as he began to eat you out, his tongue doing things you’d only imagined before all of this. You almost had to pinch yourself because everything felt so surreal. Your neighbor, who you’ve only politely spoken to in the hallway, was now eating you out better than any other person you’ve been with. You weren’t sure you were going to survive until morning.

Jaehyun worked a finger past your folds, the slickness of your heat allowing it to slide in easily. At the sound of your moans of approval, he worked another finger in with a small smirk, hardly believing all this was happening as well. He held the same sentiments as you, having to mentally slap himself from stopping just to stare in awe at you. You had to be the most beautiful and interesting girl he’d ever laid eyes upon, the first moment he saw you he was already decided. You were his muse. The mysterious subject to his songs he wrote, the girl in all of them…they were you.

“______,” he hummed your name, allowing his tongue to soak in your taste, committing your moans and sounds of pleasure to memory. To him, they were more beautiful than any song he could compose, completely gorgeous. His fingers quickened their pace, feeling your walls convulse around them as you neared release. He pulled his mouth away, allowing his fingers to do all the work as he regarded you with that dangerous look in his eyes again. He looked like a predator debating whether he was going to eat you now or later as he murmured, “Should I let you come, ________? Have you earned it?”

You whimpered, hands scrabbling for his hair and tugging at it insistantly, “Y-yes.”

He slowed his pace, brows furrowing, “Yes, who?”

“Yes, Jaehyun!…,” you recovered frantically, hips urging him along as he continued at his original pace.

“That’s what I thought,” he simpered, fingers thrusting into you so powerfully that your body rocked the bed. “How bad do you want it? Tell me just how bad you want me to make you come.”

His fingers, quickening slightly, distracted you as you attempted to form a coherent sentence, “I-I want it, Jaehyun!” Thinking swiftly, you added, “Please, baby!” Looking pitiful was always a good way to get what you wanted, or it could just make things much worse.

Luckily, Jaehyun’s dark eyes softened as he saw the tears beginning to pool in yours, “Whatever you want, baby girl.” He bent his head down again, his hot breath on your inner thighs sending your mind into overdrive as he latched onto your clit and his fingers sped up. Your toes curled, thighs trembling as your high approached, hips rolling into Jaehyun mouth as you fucked back against his fingers. You cried out, body shaking as he finger fucked you through your high, drawing out that feeling of ecstasy for as long as he could.

He didn’t stop there though, he kept going long after your release ended. Weakened by your orgasm you squirmed beneath him and his mouth as he continued to work you, fingers not quitting their breakneck pace. You cried out, hands weakly trying to push him away as the overstimulation made your thighs shake, “J-Jaehyun please!…”

Tears of passion leaked down your face from the sheer pleasure he was giving you, only pulling away after he glanced up and saw them. He immediately pulled your body into his chest and kissed the tear tracks from your cheeks, hushing you softly. You took a shaky breath as he laid you down on your back, hovering over you. His eyes raced over your curves and features, fingers tracing your Cupid’s bow as he pressed kissed to your lips and neck. He sucked another hickey, this time very noticeably on your neck; the boy had to have an obsession with marking, you decided, not the least bit upset by that fact. Your eyelids slid close as his mouth worked over your neck, your hand sliding down his chest to his hips, sliding over his briefs to brush against his member.

He let out a soft groan, his hips rocking into your hand begging, wanting for more touch. You massaged him over his too tight briefs, wanting nothing more than to give him relief and feel him inside you. Your lips brushed against his ear as you whispered softly, “I want you so bad, Jaehyun.”

You felt him shiver above you, his hands already traveling from your hips to the waistband at his. He seemed to tower above you as he slid his briefs off, allowing you to stare as he kneeled above your body. You took in his lean muscles, your nails softly raking down his chest which caused him to release a shaky breath from the feeling. Your soaked heat throbbed at the sight of his erect member that weeped precum, your body already ready to feel another release.

Acting purely out of lust and a little bit of instinct, you pushed him off of you and turned around, getting on your hands and knees. You immediately felt his hands on your hips as he bent over your body and pressed open mouth kisses to your back. Seeing you like this somehow sobered Jaehyun up, his lips moving softly against your skin as he murmured, “Are you sure, ______?”

You could tell by his voice that he was making sure this wasn’t going to be something you would regret or try to brush off. You felt commitment and real affection in Jaehyun’s touch, which reassured you and gave you hope for what would come out of all of this. You were definitely sure, “Yes, I trust you, baby.”

You felt a smile against your skin, the feeling of the atmosphere suddenly so much more intimate and romantic as he teased your opening with the tip of his member. You breathed out to steady yourself as he carefully pushed into you, your walls already so tight around him. Jaehyun groaned at the satisfying feeling, his hands that gripped your hips squeezed you tightly. You let out a gasp, the same emotions washing over you as well as he slid in to the hilt easily. You felt connected, complete.

You urged him to move by rocking back into him, his hips rolling into you as you gave him your approval. The warmth of the day was nowhere close to the burning heat you were feeling now, the way Jaehyun’s hips snapped into you as he pummeled your core left you completely star struck. You could feel him panting against the skin of your back as he drove his cock deeper and deeper into you. Minutes felt like hours as he fucked you into pleasurable oblivion, his stamina impressive. When his thrusts became more eratic, you reached down to rub your clit, hips pulled by his warm hands to fuck back against him.

His velvet voice sounded tight as he groaned, “Baby girl, you’re gonna make me come.”

As he spoke those words, you couldn’t help but almost release; every time he opened his mouth your body practically shook. Your walls slid around him, tightening as you neared your second high of the night, “Ah!…”

“Fuck!,” he cursed, releasing his hot seed inside of you, his head thrown back as you came as well. Your arms have put underneath you and your face pressed deeply into the sheets as Jaehyyn groaned above you, his hips rocking ever so slightly to prolong his orgasm. Your body felt on fire, hair sticking to your forehead as he pulled out of you gently.

Your mind was a complete blur as Jaehyyn carefully cleaned you up, pressing kisses as he made you comfortable, hardly realizing that you were laying in his arms. He played with your messy hair, untangling the knots left by him during his passion as he hummed soothingly. As your head cleared, you attempted to think of something to say, anything really. The entire situation was whack, to say the least. You just had sex with your neighbor, after masturbating with him, and having only really talked to him a few times in the hallway. You were crazy and your skin was heating up at the fact that you had tricked yourself earlier into thinking he might have real feelings for you.

Disappoint began to seep into your bones as you turned to him, afraid to make eye contact with his burning gaze. You might as well break the silence, get it over with and rip it off like a bandaid. Mustering up the courage, you murmured his name, “Jaehyun.”

“Hm?,” he hummed, fingers now tracing your nose and cheekbones. His sweet actions hurt you, knowing that they honestly meant nothing. He looked up at you expectantly, eyebrows raised in curiosity as he saw you preparing yourself like you were about to give him a speech or lecture.

He was just being polite.

“You-,” you started horribly, stuttering as you tripped over your own words, “L-listen, I-”

“_______.” He stopped you, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear. You bit your tongue as he spoke up, gentle and reassuring, “Don’t worry about it. It’s okay.”

You felt like you were burst into tears at any moment, those words of his only adding to your false hope. Your lip quivered, “It’s not okay though.”

“No, it is,” he cupped your cheek, drawing you impossibly closer into his arms. His dark eyes suddenly changed, a nervousness penetrating them as his entire counternance shifted and something so innocent and puppy-like was left behind. You watched as he bit his lip and looked away from you, his voice soft, “Can I tell you something?”

You were confused, but nodded anyway as he propped himself up on his elbow. He picked at your bedding anxiously, “This isn’t how I wanted it to happen.” Jaehyun breathed out deeply, almost in an annoyed huff, “I wanted to take you out for coffee, go to my favorite book store, show you the best record shop this side of the city…but that didn’t happen.” He flopped onto his back, passing a hand over his face as your jaw practically dropped to the floor, “But I went and rushed it, all because I was fucking horny and knew you were probably listening…”

He rolled his eyes, “I’m literally such a dumb ass. I hope you’ll forgive me because I really really like you, ______.” He glanced over at you and his eyes widened at your shocked expression, “What?”

“You mean it? You mean all of it?,” you whispered, heart racing as he turned towards you again.

“Of course I do, baby girl,” he replied, a small smile lifting the corners of his soft lips. You mirrored his look when you noticed his dimples poking out, begging for you to give them a kiss.

And you did, just because you could.

He laughed a beautifully melodic laugh, his eyes smiling, hair messy, with dimples framing his face as he pressed kiss after kiss to your body. Honestly, you still couldn’t believe your luck. Or was it luck at all? Jaehyun couldn’t believe it either as you snuggled into his chest and drifted off to sleep feeling content and peaceful. Everything was changing from here on out, and it definitely was for the better.

Title: Wet

Warnings: SMUT. If you are under 18, turn away now. (Or don’t. I’m not your mom. I can’t tell you how to live your life. Just know that this is like, super smutty so proceed with caution, eh?)

Author’s Note: Sorry this is late! Between work, an AHL game, and all these playoff games, I got super distracted. I hope it was worth the wait! Comments, questions, concerns? Let me know, I love talking to you guys.

Word Count: 2,740


You pulled the hood of his gray sweatshirt over your head, picking up the pace as you moved quickly down the sidewalk; the scent of his cologne stuck to the fabric. Auston had suggested walking to the movie theater, explaining that it would give the two of you more time to get to know each other; as the gray clouds moved across the sky you realized the storm was going to hit sooner than expected. Auston came to a stop at the crosswalk, turning around as he waited for you to catch up. The traffic light changed as you reached his side; lacing his fingers through yours, he guided you across the street.

“Oh shit.” he muttered as the first drop of rain landed on his cheek; you both glanced up at the darkening sky. “Where should we hide out?” he asked, his eyes scanning the streets as he tried to determine the best place for the two of you to wait out the rain. “There’s a coffee shop at the end of the block.” he suggested as a light drizzle began to fall from the sky. 

“The storm is supposed to last for hours. If we go to a coffee shop we’ll be stuck there all day.” you said, your breath becoming heavier as you tried to keep up with his long strides. 

“My place is about 3 blocks away.” he offered, nervously. The two of you had gone out on a few dates over the past month; always chatting at restaurants, hiking together outside the city, stealing kisses like middle schoolers in the back of the movie theater. You had never truly spent time together in private. You had really enjoyed getting to know Auston over that time and were more than ready to spend more time together; alone.

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{PART 11} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Jungkook opens up to you more about his family - while keeping your attention off the elephant in the room. However, the rosy feeling doesn’t last long when Jungkook drops you home to your apartment.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

{Part 1}// {Part 10} {Part 11} {Part 12}

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Blue Orchids -Bucky x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: I immediately thought of Bucky when I heard this song and have been meaning to write it for a while. I finally got to it and I hope you enjoy it.

Notes/Warnings: Nightmares, hot coffee lol, fluff and flirting

Originally posted by bucha-nan

Blue Orchids

Glenn Miller (words and music by Hoagy Carmicheal)

I dreamed of two blue orchids
Two beautiful blue orchids
One night while in my lonely room
I dreamed of two blue orchids
So full of love and light
That I wanted to possess each tender bloom
Then my dream took wings
And through a thousand springs
Blue orchids seemed in a world apart

 Bucky tossed and turned in his bed, kicking at his sheets and clutching the cover of his pillows. His eyes screwed shut and he mumbled soft no’s over and over.

 Hydra was chasing him and through a shadow coated forest, he ran. He ran as hard as he could but it didn’t seem to be enough. Thugs in all black, carrying electric wands, shouted as they closed in on him. Bucky begged for them to leave him alone, to just let him be. He wasn’t hurting anyone so, why couldn’t they let him live in peace?

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Want (Snowbaz)

{takes place over Christmas at Baz’s, after the kiss and before the humdrum appears; probably not canon compliant}

I wake up with the bed empty next to me. I’d given up sleeping on the couch after Baz and I well, kissed. I haven’t really let myself think about it, but I know I want to keep doing this, whatever this is. I roll over, pushing the sheets off my legs and look around.

The fire in the hearth is just embers, glowing softly. Heavy red curtains block the light that threatens to shine through the windows. I stretch and push myself up, yawning as I try to wake myself up.

“Baz?” I call softly.

There’s no answer so I get up and pad barefoot down the stairs. The house is silent, a quiet morning fog. I pause at the bottom of the stairs and listen again.

“Baz?” I say, a little louder.

I hear distant sounds, someone moving around, and follow the noises to the kitchen. Baz is there, his hair tied up in a messy knot. I pause in the doorway, leaning against the frame to watch him. Baz looks focused as he watches a pan on the stove, his eyebrows furrowed. My stomach growls at the smell of food frying and he turns.

“Simon,” he says. “Of course you wake up for food.”

I roll my eyes, unsure of what I can and can’t do around him. Unsure of what I want to do.

He scrapes eggs and bacon from the pan onto a plate and hands it to me. I stare at it a moment and walk to the counter, sliding onto a stool. Baz joins me on the other side and just watches as I eat. I clear my throat.

“You know you can eat around me right? I know you’re a vampire.”

“Right.” A small smile curves on his lips. I slide the plate closer to him and watch as he picks up a piece of bacon and puts it into his mouth.

“So do you have to drink blood like every day?” I ask, unable to stop myself. He rolls his eyes but the smile still on his face tells me he’s not really annoyed.

“I’m most comfortable if I feed every day, but I can last about a week if I need to,” he explains.

“Well you can feed if you want,” I say, “I don’t mind.”

His smile grows and he looks down. I love making him smile. So much more than antagonizing him.

“Maybe later,” he replies, “We have things to do.”

I tilt my head. “What things?”

“Christmas shopping,” he says. At my obvious look of surprise he huffs a laugh.

“What do you think i do all day? Sit up in my room plotting?”

I shrug and blush, turning back to the eggs on my plate. Baz grabs another piece of bacon and pushes himself off the counter.

“I need to get presents for my siblings, so I figured you could just tag along. Unless you want to stay here all day by yourself.”

I shudder and stand up. “Let’s go Christmas shopping.”

Baz drives us into town and parks near a small street of shops. The area is crowded with people doing last minute shopping, bustling and loud. I’m content to just pull my jacket tight around me and follow Baz. I’ve never seen this side of him: carefully choosing gifts for his family, focused on his task. While he looks, I browse the shops, just looking around. I find an interesting book to give to Penny and a Dr. Who mug for Agatha. Baz comes to find me, a bag in hand and motions to the door so I follow him out. It’s gotten even more crowded as the day gets later and I start to lose him among the throng of people. Panicked about being left behind I grab for his arm. My hand slides down past his elbow and I end up grabbing his hand instead. As soon as I realize, I let go, but I’ve gotten Baz’s attention so he stops and lets me catch up.

He looks at me for a moment, an odd glint in his eyes before he seems to make a decision. He holds out his hand to me and I stare at his long, pale fingers before sliding my hand into his, a blush blooming on my face as I try not to smile. Baz grips my hand hard, keeping me with him as we walk down the street. We stop at a bakery and get some pastries and coffee for lunch (though I eat most of it), talking and laughing the whole time. I really like this new side of Baz. He’s witty and sarcastic but his eyes shine and his small smile makes fire blossom in my stomach.

When we leave the cafe he offers his hand again and I hold it without any hesitation. We get to the car and he unlocks it, sliding into the driver’s side. I open my door and get in, watching him as he moves his bags to the backseat.

“I want this.” I say, my thoughts escaping my mouth.

He pauses and looks at me. His face unreadable as he stares into my eyes.

“I want this, Baz.” I say, gesturing between us.

He stares a moment longer before closing the gap between us, his lips meeting mine. This kiss is different than the fire and heat of last night. It’s gentle and hesitant and sweet. My hand comes up to his cheek and I kiss him back.

He pulls away slowly, face flushed slightly, and starts the car. As we pull out of the lot, he holds his hand out to me, glancing at me with a smile. I smile back, threading my fingers through his. We hold hands all the way home.

Why I Don’t Like ‘Adopt, Don’t Shop’

First of all, I’m not against adopting pets. I’ve adopted dogs before, me and my family used to foster dogs, I have nothing against the act of adopting animals. But, the hashtag adoptdontshop, the disrespect for breeders, some of the people who adopt out dogs, and some of the practices in adopting dogs, that’s what I have a problem with.

My Mom used to be a dog breeder. Used to be. The stigma of breeding and the increased laws that have gotten more and more ridiculous stopped her from being able to. Puppy mills are disgusting and should be stopped, but breeders are different than puppy mills. Even before the ridiculous restrictions, there were a lot of laws and regulations in breeding that made the treatment of dogs very important. It costs a lot to breed dogs, so very few do it as their main source of income or solely for the money. Pet shops and pretty much anything run by the Humane Society? Not so strict.

I’m not saying those dogs don’t deserve all the love and happiness in the world, because they do. But by spreading the message of ‘adopt, don’t shop’, you’re making them more popular, get more funding, and lasting longer. I’m not exactly sure what I want for the future of pet shops and adoption centers, but I don’t want them to be run the same way. It’s kind of like the mental institutions in the 1950′s and 1960′s. They were terrible, horrible places, but when they shut down they just put all the people in the street with no help. Thankfully, that’s changed, but I’m not sure how it could with animals. I’m not saying pet shops and adoption centers are as bad as mental institutions, far from it, but just the general ‘this place is bad, we need to figure out a better place, but how?’ of it.

Humane Society and PETA are a whole post unto themselves and one of these days I’ll make that post, but I’ll keep it short for this one. They’re bad organizations. ‘Adopt, Don’t Shop’ is giving them attention and money.

It’s also about people wanting brownie points for being a good person and enlightened and woke. Most of these people don’t know what the hell they’re talking about, some of them don’t even give a damn about the dogs, just looking good or being progressive. Talk to me about Animal Rights, Animal Rights Activists, the good and the bad, and then I’ll take you seriously. But if you’re just saying it to be like reality stars? Nah. I’ll educate as much as I can, though, because I think a lot of it is pure naivety. The more people know, the more they can make informed decisions.

Some people also can’t have dogs that they don’t know the breed of. There’s allergies, room requirements, and probably more reasons I don’t even know about. For example, a former co-worker of mine had a dog when she was younger. She thought if was a small breed dog, not sure exactly what because the pound didn’t know, but her and her family fell in love and adopted the dog. Three months later, the dog they thought was a small breed, probably a chihuahua, ended up being about 90 pounds. Not always the safest when you live in an apartment or rent somewhere.

There’s also a certain sense of entitlement in adopting. ‘I adopt, so I’m better’. Sometimes it’s more affordable to buy from a breeder, sometimes it’s safer in the long run - my Mom had everyone sign a contract that if, for whatever reason, the person or people couldn’t keep the dog, they had to give it back to her and she would take it back. It’s not like that with shelters and pet shops.

So, basically, I have no problem with adopting dogs, I have problems with the people who say it’s the only good or right way to do and who don’t look at it and really think about it.