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Author’s Note

I would like to thank you all for this wonderful year. It’s thanks to you guys that, when my old laptop died two weeks ago, I was able to afford a replacement and continue my art.

Thank you all for your support and for commissioning me. It’s made this topsyturvy year just a little bit more manageable. 

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  • what they say: I'm fine.
  • what they really mean: so like ep11 of yoi was so chaotic like boi what was up with those flashbacks phichit was so adorable with his hamsters and tears. does Chris have a fucking boyfriend but he tucked his cat into his coat so that's rlly cute too and JJ flopped his SP bcus he was pressured and stuff which makes me like his character a little bit more now and I appreciate the fact that he has loving and supporting fans who cried. yurio was cute and broke a WR and victor's record. otabek looked like a fucking cowboy but his music and skating was good and yurio wished him goodluck before his skate. yuuri boi he gonn do that 4Flip but damn. victor looks like he wants to skate again and at the end yuuri said something that my heart cannot take. what will happen next, please save me I am dying and crying and it's 2am and I don't know waht to do with my life when yuri on ice ends please send help and save my ravaged soul
I don’t even know why I’m so sad. I don’t even know if I have any right to be. But all I know is that I wanted to touch you in the softest way I could, hoping I would be able to take hold of you. But sometimes even if you do everything right, all they’ll ever see is everything else that’s wrong. I don’t want to regret you, god knows I already have a few of those on my back pocket. But every time you’ve said and done something that broke my heart just a little bit, it makes me want to take back all the parts of me I openly gave you. Do you realize how hard that is for me to do? I am not this fragile thing that easily breaks, but all my life small pieces have been chipped off here and there by people whose hands just wanted to take and take. I am so tired. All I wanted to do was rest my head on your shoulders just long enough for me to be able to breathe. And for a while I thought we’d be a home, you and I. But somewhere in between the words you’ve said - the maybe’s, the I think I’m in love with you’s, the I want you’s, the you’re mine’s - somewhere in between all of that, you changed your mind. You should have known, they said. But I didn’t. Because we were beautiful. At least I thought we were. That’s on me, I guess.
—  My mistake was… // Confessions | Genefe Navilon

Originally posted by imnathbtw

Requested by Anon


Warning: GUN PLAY, Smut

A/N: I gotcha Anon! My first time I wrote something like this and I’m so excited and nervous! I thought about both, knife and gun play and decided I want to do gun play a little bit more, I don’t know. I just saw the Joker with an awesome flashy gun in my mind and then some sexy things happened and yeah… Sorry I took so long and if it’s bad. School/Work is fucking me over.

Real life sucks. 

He grabbed your throat and pushed you against the wall, pressing his red lips against yours. You moaned, your fingers sliding up his biceps, grabbing them as you felt no air rushing through your lungs. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, dominating you for mere seconds before he broke the kiss, leaving you with want.

“On your knees.” His voice was deep and seductive, and you did what he said.

He pulled out his golden gun and you looked up, eyes big. Pointing it at you, just a few inches from your forehead, he grinned and flashed you his metal teeth. You gulped but trusted him enough to not to kill you. 

“What a little obedient thing you are.” You only nodded keenly.

His gun wandered a little bit down, touching for a second your nose, then moving closer to your lips, and you knew what he wanted. 

And it sent arousing shockwaves through naked your lower parts. 

“Be a good little thing and use your tongue.”

You closed your lips around the gun. It was cold and tasted like metal and gunpowder, something that strangely aroused you. Slowly, you sucked the loaded gun and made eye contact with the Joker, letting your tongue slide over the shaft while you kept your hands crossed on your back. You let out a loud moan, working eagerly and wetting the weapon with your spit.

The Joker laughed and pushed the gun deeper into your mouth, making you gag but you didn’t stop sucking until he took the gun away. Spit dripped down your chin. 

He fisted the hair at the back of your head and pulled it back, making you look pained at him. “On the bed. On all fours, baby.” 

You stood up and crawled slowly onto the bed, naked and on all fours, waiting for the Joker to take you. You heard the zipper and his pants, how they rustled and fell down to the ground. 

Eagerly, you wiggled your hips, spreading invitingly your legs but shrieked when he suddenly slapped your ass. Once, Twice, Thrice. And then a last time. “Outch.” You whispered, and he chuckled and grabbed your hips, placing himself at your entrance. His hands wandered over your ass and back, caressing you and leaving goosebumps. 

You moaned when you felt his tip slide inside of you, teasing you before he pushed himself in, and groaned when your walls clenched around him. Immediately, he began to move in a steady pace, slamming into you, filling the room with the sound of your bodies hitting each other. 

He thrusted harder, faster, deeper in you, drawing screams from you.

You screamed, you gasped, you fisted the sheets and savored the intense feeling he made you feel through the rough pounding. His fingers burried between your legs, the Joker began to rub your clit, fast and harshly, moaning and groaning, until you felt your climax washing over you, like an untamed wave. You called out his name, causing him to reach his own climax, and cumming inside of you.

With a shaky breath you pressed your face into the pillow, trying to calm yourself down, while the Joker pushed himself away, and rolled himself onto his back, breathless and sex-dazed, pulling you with him. “You’re so fearless.” he said, his hand burried in your hair, and pulled you into a heated kiss before breaking it after mere seconds, smearing his red lipstick all over your mouth. “I like it.” 

You smiled and placed your head over his racing heart. “Lets do that again.” 

“You’re so eager.” He chuckled at your words and caressed your cheek with his rough pale hand, tugging you closer to him. 

“Only with you, J.” You answered and took a deep breath, taking in his unique scent. “Only with you.” 

Tagging: @salvatoreseduction

The problem with drinking? You have a thirst you can’t quench, one you can’t satisfy no matter how much you take down. It’ll numb you kid, but only for a little bit. Just enough to trick yourself into thinking you’re not in pain, so that you can sleep just for a night.
—  Shade

Angst MM

“No… No…Nooooo! Don’t reset!” I bolted up in my bed. My clothes stuck to my skin from all the sweat. Frantically I looked to my side.

On the other pillow laid my phone.

“No,” I pressed my palms to my eyes,“ I can’t take this anymore.”

‘At first, it was supposed to be fun. Getting to meet her and talking to her; I didn’t mean to fall in love with her.’

Every time she completed a route, she would reset. Every time, she picked someone else and showed a different side to her. She won them over like the angel she was and every time, it broke my heart a little bit more.

First, with Yoosung, she helped him move on from Rika. Next, it was Zen and the scandal. Then Jaehee, who she helped go after her dreams. Then Jumin, who she completely accepted with all his yandere demands. But never me. She never picked me. She never ignored me but she never gave me much attention in the chat.

I waited patiently, hoping every time she would pick me but she never did. While she and everyone else forgot when she reset, I was stuck remembering. I didn’t know why I was the only one. Was this my punishment from God for abandoning him back then?

“Seven? Oops. Saeyoung?”

I snapped my head towards the door and there she stood.

“You’re here,” I spoke in disbelief. How was she here? Why? When?

She rushed over to me and hugged me.

“What’s wrong? I heard you screaming reset.”

Her warmth enveloped me and I felt the cold and loneliness slip away.

“I dreamed you reset and left me,” I clung to her tightly. If I didn’t hold her to confirm she was here, she would disappear. Maybe this was a dream too. If so, I wished to never wake up.

“Reset? What are you talking about?”

I pulled away slightly and looked up at her. Her face expressed her worry and confusion, but mostly love. She was waiting patiently for me to explain even if she didn’t understand.

“I dreamed you got abducted by aliens during our space wedding and they were making you reset to the first day when you joined RFA,” I smiled.

I couldn’t tell her. Telling her would only make it more real. I didn’t want her to even think about resetting.

It was selfish but I wouldn’t, no, couldn’t let her go. It would kill me now that I finally had her.

She giggled, “I’m sure the defender of justice 707 would come and rescue me.”

“Of course!” I grinned.

“Now go to sleep,” She kissed my cheek, “I won’t reset, Saeyoung. You’re the last.”

“What was that?” I asked. I didn’t catch the last thing she said as I slowly felt exhaustion take over.

“I love you Saeyoung. I won’t reset,” she smiled kindly as she walked out the door.

I smiled and closed my eyes. She had already completed the other routes. I was her last and with that I didn’t have to worry about her resetting.

I peaked into Seven’s room. He had fallen back asleep. The slow rising and falling of his chest proved that.

I looked down at my phone. I didn’t really understand but I knew. Every time I reset, I lost all my memories.

But this time, I was done. By subconscious choice or maybe, I had those memories repressed somewhere and saved Seven for last.

Now that it was finished, I could stay with him forever-

My phone buzzed and I looked at the screen.

“Mystic Messenger updated. New characters added.”

I felt tears blur my vision.

“I’m sorry Seven… I didn’t-”

“You’re going to reset.”

I looked to see Saeran looking at me.

“You know-”

“Don’t make me go through it again. I’m finally with Saeyoung. Don’t take me away from him,” he looked frantic and grabbed my arms.

“Saeran,” I looked at him shocked.

“I can’t remember but I feel it! I feel his pain! Don’t separate us!” He shouted.


I looked at Seven’s door and it was opened and Seven looking angrily at his brother.

I was shocked at the sight in front of me. Saeran was clinging onto her and there was desperation in his eyes. Once she looked at me and our eyes locked she looked away guiltily.

“You’re going to reset,” I felt my heart shattering once again.

“I’m sorry,” she looked sad.

It hurt. It hurt when she reset but it hurt more to see my angel in so much pain, and to know that I was the cause of that pain? That was even worse.

“It’s okay,” I forced a smile.

“Saeyoung! What are you saying?! I rather let her die than have her reset!” Saeran looked at me desperately.

“Saeran! It’s her choice!” I shouted.

He flinched and let go of her.

“Are you okay?” I reached out my hand towards her.

“I’m fine…”

“It’s okay.”

She looked at me shocked.

“Don’t feel bad about it. It’s something you have to do right?” I smiled.

Everything in me was screaming at her not to.

“Yeah,” she spoke quietly.

I tilted her chin up.

“Hey, why are you so sad? It’s not like anyone is dying,” I grinned.

I had to send her off with a smile. I didn’t want our last memory together would be her being so tormented and sad. I wanted to see her smile at me while still loving me.


“I love you,” I smiled. I felt tears in my eyes but I hoped she didn’t notice.

Tears were streaming down her face, “Saeyoung-”

“I’ll be waiting, okay?” I grinned.

She probably figured out what I was doing because she always had the uncanny ability to do so and it showed since she wiped her tears away and smiled.

“I’ll be back,” she smiled.

As she began fading, I lost my smile. I knew she wouldn’t be back. After all, she was going to forget everything. She never went back to the others once she completed them so what made me so different?

“Saeyoung….” My brother looked at me worriedly.

“Dammit!” I shouted and slammed my fist on the ground, “Why can’t I forget? Why am I the only one who remembers?! It’s not fair! Why are you punishing me God?!”

“Saeyoung, don’t think like that! I forgive-” I never heard what my brother was going to say as the world around me faded.

Once my vision was restored, I tried not to look at my phone as it began buzzing. I loved her and I lost her. She wasn’t coming back. I closed my eyes and tried to void my emotions like Jumin suggested.

It didn’t work. Memories of her flashed through my mind.

“Dammit all,” I laughed,“I should have pushed her away when she was on my route. Why did I cave?”

I opened a bag of honey Buddha chips then looked at my phone. I shouldn’t keep her waiting.

“Did someone download the app twice?”

Theo x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, flashbacks, angry Theo, swearing

Words: 1223

Request: A Theo imagine where he comes back from hell and you’re there with Liam and Hayden, and he remembers your relationship.

Note: I’m taking the scene from my memory, so if it’s not very accurate I’m sorry :) And thank you for requesting, I love Theo so much!!!!

I also think I ended up making this a little bit longer than I had intended so I removed a flashback where reader broke someone’s nose because I didn’t know how to finish it. Hope that’s okay, and if someone would want me to I could post it…


When Liam had told you he was going to try to bring Theo back, you had immediately told him you wanted to be there when he did it. Hayden had been unsure if it would be a good idea, but you had insisted. Liam knew that this meant a lot to you, as you had never really let go of your former boyfriend, trying to convince everyone he had learned his lesson and he didn’t deserve whatever they had done to him. They felt bad for you, sure, but they never really thought he was good enough for you. They said that they were your friend, and that’s why they wanted you to move on. That Theo had done more bad than good in life, and that you deserved better. You disagreed. Theo had been the best things that had ever happened to you, not counting becoming a part of the McCall pack and befriending the amazing people you now called your family.

You knew they only wanted the best for you, and they cared about you. You knew that. That’s why you were standing in a dark tunnel with Liam and Hayden, waiting for them to stop talking to Kira’s mother and get to the part where they brought Theo back. They didn’t want to bring him back for you of course, it was simply because they wanted his powers, but you didn’t care. You just couldn’t wait to hold him close and tell him how much you missed him. How often you dreamt about him.

Kira’s mother brushed past you and Liam turned to look at you and Hayden, with a rather unsure look on his face. He began walking and stopped a few steps away. The sword which Kira’s mother had handed him glowed a blue color as Liam raised it into the air with the sharp end pointing towards the ground.

“Liam wait!” Hayden called, but it was too late. Liam had already pushed the sword into the ground. It cracked, and revealed a just as blue, just as glowing light as the sword. Liam backed and you all stared at the ground, waiting for something to happen. A hand suddenly broke through the ground. A hand with sharp claws. Someone dirty and dusty climbed up from below, and dust filled the room making you cough. Theo took a deep breath and when he opened his eyes they glowed a bright yellow. A growl escaped his lips. In one quick movement he suddenly had Liam pressed against the wall, his arm pressed against his neck.

“Theo wait. We don’t want to hurt you, we brought you back!”

“Where’s my sister?” Theo growled, turning his head to look at Hayden. “I’m going to kill you. I’ll kill all of you!” He said through gritted teeth and you thought maybe this was the time for you to speak up.

“Your sister is dead, Theo. Remember? You killed her.” You put your hand on his shoulder.

Theo let go of Liam and turned to look at you when he heard your voice. Old memories of your time together flashed before his eyes.

“Theo, come on. We have to study!” you laughed and looked up into his eyes. He had a small smirk on his lips, as his nose touched yours. You were placed on your back on your bed, and he was hovering over you with his elbows resting on either side of your face.

“Why?” he chuckled. He moved his face a little bit a pressed a short kiss to your jaw, and then another one a little bit higher up. He kept pressing kisses to your face, each time getting closer and closer to your lips. You felt a giggle escape you.

“Just because you’re planning on taking over the world, doesn’t mean you can just ignore school.” You told him. He made a humming noise and pressed his lips against yours. You closed your eyes and placed your hands on his cheeks. “I’m serious, I don’t want to fail” you managed to say when you took a small breathing pause. He grinned and gave you a short kiss.

“Alright, but we’ll get back to this later.”

“Alright, later. But first we study.”


Your mother stared at the two of you sighing, with her hand on her forehead. She slowly tilted her head down towards the ground, so you couldn’t see her eyes. It made you incredibly nervous. You hoped that she wouldn’t scold you. Well, actually you were more nervous wondering if she’d let you and Theo see each other again. For weeks you had kept this relationship secret. Weeks, and now she suddenly knew.

“Mama, I… “ you began, trying to think of something to say. Your mother looked up, while Theo looked nervous and confused. He looked like a puppy.

“(y/n), Stiles came to talk to me this morning, he told me everything.” She sighed.

“What is everything? Mom, I love Stiles but he’s probably overreacting. Stiles doesn’t like Theo, and it’s honestly just him being silly.”

“He told me that he’s dangerous. I’ve known Stiles his whole life, and I know he has a wild imagination but he is very smart.”

“You’re right Mrs. (lastname). Stiles is very smart, and I actually don’t know what I’ve done for him to dislike me, but I promise I’d never do anything to hurt your son/daughter.”  Theo tried to reason. Your mother still looked very unsure on whether to trust the two of you or not.

“Mom I love him.” You blurted out, desperate for your mother’s approval. Theo glanced at you with a confused look. You’d never said that out loud.

“Please don’t make me regret this. Your past relationships have not ended very well, and I just care about you.” Your mother finally decided. You tackled her in a hug and thanked her, before grabbing Theo’s hand and leading him out of the room.

“I love you” you repeated the moment you stopped, with your cheeks a light pink color. Theo stared at you in disbelief for a very long time, trying to figure out how to respond. He suddenly took a step towards you and cupped your cheek, his other arm resting around your waist.

“Theo-“ you began, hoping that he would say something. He cut you off with a kiss, and stayed like that with his face close to yours.

“I love you too” he hummed against your lips. You smiled and put your hands on his shoulder, gripping his jacket.


“Why didn’t you help me? You let them… You let her take me!” He sounded upset as he stared at you. He had been quiet for a little while and you understood that he had all the right to be angry at you.

“I’m… I’m so sorry, Theo. I tried to look for you, I tried to convince them to take you back but no one wanted to help me. I tried.” You got out, sounding incredibly pained. Theo seemed like he didn’t know what to do. A few tears slipped down your cheeks as you threw yourself forwards, pulling him in for a hug. It didn’t take long for him to react, and he held you tightly against is chest, pressing his lips against your forehead.

“I missed you so much” you croaked. “So, so much.”

Random Admitted Facts Of USWNT:

Shannon Boxx - I broke a chair at a national team dinner, but never hit the floor while still holding Christie Rampone’s daughter Rylie on my lap.

Lori Chalupny - I wish I could grow just a little bit so I could be listed at 5-5 instead of 5-4.

Lauren Holiday - When I was 10, I wanted to go to football camp but my mom put me in cheer camp instead. I won best toe-touch.

Tobin Heath - I used to steal gear from U.S. Soccer when I was younger, but for that I am sorry.

Carli Lloyd - I prefer sandals over sneakers.

Heather O'Reilly - I have an enormous sweet tooth. I maul chocolate.

Ali Krieger - I never leave the house without mascara.

Christie Rampone - I am a real red head!

Morgan Brian - My favorite show growing up was “SpongeBob SquarePants” and kinda still is.

Megan Rapione - Playing in Chicago may be dangerous for me, because as I said, I love to shop.

Amy Rodriguez - One of my worst habits is cracking my knuckles. My Grandma thinks I’m going to get arthritis.

Hope Solo - I buy myself flowers because I love to have them in the house.

Abby Wambach - When I was waking up from the anesthesia after my surgery for my broken leg, I was crying and saying “I want my mommy.”

Alex Morgan - My cat has six toes on each of its front paws.

Kelley O'Hara - I put water on my cereal.

Alyssa Naeher - My parents told us that when Amanda and I were babies, we’d just sit up in our cribs talking to each other for hours.

Christen Press - I never touched the ball once in my first soccer league.

Becky Sauerbrunn - I’m really good at video games.

Whitney Engen - My parents loved to dress my brother and I up as children.

Julie Johnston - I used to cry every time I fell down on the soccer field when I was nine.

Sydney Leroux - I was at the office every single day and they had to call my mom to come get me every single day.

Ashlyn Harris - I hit a kid in the face with a fish in Florida when I was younger.

Meghan Klingenberg - When I was around six years old, believe it or not, I was really shy.

What Do You Say When Words Are Not Enough? (Part Three)

Read Part Two Here:

Part Three: Tears Are In Your Eyes Tonight

Again this is a very Tony centered chapter but hold tight Bucky will be making a reappearance soon!

The title for this chapter comes from this song and it especially suits the part where Tony and reader are on the balcony, I highly suggest listening to it when you get to that part.   

Summary: Bucky broke your heart completely, and though you never thought you could love someone like that ever again, after Tony confesses he has carried feelings for you for a long time, could you find it in you to take another chance on love? Will Bucky let you?

Warnings: Tony is a little bit down in this part and it made me quite sad to write but push through, it’s worth it.

Words: c. 2,959

You woke up rather dejectedly to an empty bed, and when you stretched your arms you were relieved to find that you were not in the skin-tight dress you had been in last night but a loose fitting t-shirt instead.

Pulling the covers back revealed that you were wearing one of Tony’s Black Sabbath t-shirts and a pair of his cotton red and blue tartan patterned pyjama bottoms, this made you smile fondly as you climbed out from under the sheets and padded across the soft carpet of Tony’s room until and out into his open planned apartment.

He was sitting on a breakfast stool with a half filled glass of orange juice in front of him resting his head in his hand, propped up on the counter.

As soon as he spotted you he smiled weakly.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up,” he sighed “I couldn’t sleep and if I kept tossing and turning I was going to wake you up, and you looked so peaceful.”

“I wouldn’t have minded,” you told him honestly, moving gently towards him and gratefully into his arms as soon as he gestured for you to do so.

He placed a kiss to your forehead and mumbled into your hair “Will you stay for breakfast?” and you nodded in his arms.

As you tucked into the stack of pancakes he had made you were silently glad that Tony had known you for as long as he did because you had eaten in front of him more times than you could remember so you didn’t have to feel self-conscious about wolfing them down in front of him.  

“So last night was fun right? You had fun?” he asked breaking the easy silence that had settled between you.

“I had the most fun I’ve had in ages,” you told him honestly and you didn’t miss the way that made him smile.

“We should maybe do it again soon?” he asked still unsure of himself, and you reached tentatively for his hand across the table, brushing the soft skin of the back of his hand with the pad of your thumb.

“I’d love to!”

“You really do look incredible in my clothes,” he mused as you loaded dishes into the dishwasher and you wiggled your butt at him in response as you leaned over to close up the door.

You smiled as he snaked his arm around your waist, and turned in his arms as he gently swayed with you like you were dancing but with no music.

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” he sighed resting his forehead against yours.

You sighed too, not wanting to leave the sanctuary of his apartment either.

“Nat will be suspicious, if not borderline anxious that I haven’t returned yet, and you have work with Bruce scheduled, which you are going to be late for if I don’t get moving.”

He groaned as you broke apart and headed back into his room to locate your dress and shoes from his room.

“Keep the clothes,” he motioned to what you were wearing “they look better on you.”

After a long kiss goodbye, you made the walk to the elevator alone, dress and shoes grasped unceremoniously in your arms as you hit the down button, hoping against hope that you would make it to your room without being spotted, and thanking your lucky stars to find your floor empty with neither a sign of Natasha, Steve or Wanda you sighed in relief until you opened your door to find Natasha pacing up and down your floor.

You guiltily stepped into your room and pressed yourself up against the door.

“I called your phone at least twenty times,” she sighed refusing to look at you.

“It was on silent,” you offered weakly.

“I had no idea who you were with or if something had happened,” she argued finally turning to look at you, eyeing your attire up before a look of realisation crossed her face.

“Tony?” she asked with a quirk of her head and moved towards you rapidly, you suddenly wished you hadn’t closed the door behind you. “You slept with Tony?” she accused.

“I didn’t!” you huffed “I mean yes he’s the guy I went on the date with and ok I stayed over but we didn’t sleep together Nat.”

She continued to look at you like you were crazy for a second before she plopped down on your bed, “You didn’t sleep with him?”

“No,” you sighed dropping the clothes in your arms, “I wanted to do, but he suggested that we take things slow, you know because of…” you trailed off for a second and then decided that you were going to have to get used to saying his name out loud without feeling pain if you truly were going to be with Tony, “because of Bucky,” you finished and she nodded gently.

“He said that?”

You nodded gently and she eyed you suspiciously again, “How long has this been going on?”

“About a week ago he told me he had feelings for me, but last night was really the first time we acted on it. I wanted to tell you but I was afraid you would try to talk me out of it.”

“He makes you happy I can already tell that,” she deducted and you couldn’t help the smile that crossed your lips as you nodded.

“He does,” you conceded and she rose from the bed to give you a hug.

“I’ve watched you cry, and be miserable for months, if Tony makes you happy then you’ll find no objections here, just promise me one thing. Don’t latch on to him just because he makes you feel this way now, if you’re with him please make sure it’s for the right reasons.”

You nodded wholeheartedly agreeing with her, he was a good man who deserved much better than to simply be your rebound, if you had genuinely thought that for even one second you would never have gone there with him, but it was so much more than that for you.

Nat left promising to keep her newly learned information to herself, she wanted to give you guys a chance without the scrutiny of the rest of the team and for that you were thankful.

“Tony, have you heard a word I just said?” Bruce laughed, snapping his fingers in front of his face and Tony startled.

“Yeah of course I have, something about using thermonuclear fusion to… to… do the thing,”

“I knew you weren’t listening to me,” Bruce laughed in mock disbelief and Tony couldn’t help but smile guiltily, “what’s got you so distracted today?” he questioned watching the smile on Tony’s face grow “So it’s not a what, it’s a who?” he grinned and Tony nodded.

“You are too good big guy, but my lips are officially sealed! Now run that thermonuclear fusion theory by me again!” he changed the subject while Bruce stared after him fondly.

“You’ll find I was talking about kinetic energy Mr. Stark.”

“I absolutely knew that,” he smirked outstretching a packet of blueberries to Bruce and winking as he accepted one.

“I feel like a teenager sneaking up here tonight,” you smiled when Tony kissed your neck, as he held you from behind.

It had been four weeks since your date with Tony and amongst missions and Tony telling you that Bruce was suspicious you had been stealing moments and dates wherever you could usually away from the tower but tonight’s destination was the balcony Tony had first confessed his feelings for you on.

It wasn’t sordid stolen moments, sometimes you would just hold hands or talk, or simply eat a meal, or go see a movie and you found yourself silently living for your moments with him.

Lately he had become almost quiet and reserved and you had been extra gentle with him, trying to tell him with every tender kiss and touch that you were there for him. That he could talk to you about anything, and tonight you had practically begged him to leave his work and to come up here with you.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” he asked gently, “I’d feel happier if you were in my arms.”

You turned in his arms to look him in the eyes and you noticed just how tired he looked, and under the moonlight his eyes were glistening, as he began to sway you in the silence again. You had quickly learned this was comforting for him and whenever he had you in his arms he would sway you gently this way.

“You’re not sleeping again?” you asked him carding your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I’m fine,” he tried weakly, but he couldn’t even convince himself, let alone you.

“Tony,” you tried and it came out in a whisper “tears are in your eyes. You’re not fine. Please let me in, are you having those dreams again, remembering everything?”

“Yes,” he rushed “And if it’s not the dreams, it’s the anxiety of having those dreams. I haven’t slept in days. And when I do sleep I wake up feeling more tired than ever.”

“My poor man,” you sighed as you continued brushing your fingers through his hair.

“And I’ve got you here, I know I shouldn’t be feeling like this but I keep worrying I’m going to lose you. Sooner or later I always lose the ones I love.”

You paused briefly, because this was the first time he had admitted being in love with you again since that first outburst over a month ago.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here with you. Tony, I’m not going anywhere.” you told him honestly and you felt his weight sag against you as he stopped swaying you and let his head drop against you.

“I’m just so tired.” He confessed against your collar bone.

“Come on,” you whispered taking him by the hand and leading him up to his apartment.

You filled up the master tub in his bathroom, and you persuaded him to get in, as you moved behind him you gently pulled him back so he was relaxing against the cool porcelain of the tub, as you began to massage soothing patterns on his bare shoulders and neck.

At first the tension he was carrying made your heart ache, but you worked steadily until you felt it slowly melt away and with every appreciative groan you heard you pressed a kiss to his bare skin.

Before he fell asleep completely you helped him step out and into fresh pyjamas, as soon as you climbed under the sheets he pulled you sleepily to him and nestled his head on your chest before his slow and steady breaths evened out to small gentle snores, and you released the breath you were holding as a few stray tears rolled down your cheeks for the pain this man had to endure in his short life.

When you woke up the next morning, you were still gathered in his strong arms, and even if you felt like you were slightly overheating you didn’t want to move a muscle in case you disturbed the first decent night’s sleep this man had had in weeks.

“How can I ever thank you?” he whispered sadly before you had to leave for a mission that evening “I don’t have enough words to thank you.”

“You gently stroked the sides of his mouth with your hands and placed a quick kiss to his lips.

“You don’t have to thank me at all.”

“Come back, okay,” he rushed out, “Come back. Come back to me?” you weren’t quite sure why the last part sounded so much like a question, but it made you a little sad.

“I’ll come back to you, I promise.”

But the heaviness of his statement followed you throughout the whole flight and mission because it always sounded like he never expected you to come back, but where else would you want to go.

It was on the flight home you fully admitted that you were in love with him, and with a small smile you pictured yourself telling him because you knew that if he knew you felt the same way he did it would bring him some comfort.

You walked into what felt like World War III, Sam was struggling to hold Steve back and Tony was stood red-faced and huffing across from him, Nat in front of him with her hands outstretched trying to act as a human peace wall.

“What’s going on?” you demanded causing all eyes to land on you, and looking between Steve and Tony.

“How could you y/n?” Steve spat in such an accusatory tone it made you want to take a step backwards, “how could you do this to Bucky?”

You looked panicked at Tony and Natasha who looked terrified of your reaction but you were forcing yourself to remain calm.

“I’m not doing anything to Bucky. Steve he walked out on me, you do remember that don’t you?”

“But y/n he loves you. He really, really loves you surely you must know that. This will destroy him. He,” he directed at Tony, “he doesn’t love you, he’s doing this to get back at Buck.”

“Steve!” Nat warned and you felt such a fury rise in your chest that for the first time in all your life you felt like you could have went for Steve.

“Bucky broke my heart into a thousand pieces, he upped and left in the middle of the night without a proper explanation like he could just walk away that easily, and somehow I would get over it. Tony has been there for me, more than anyone so don’t you dare speak about him like that to me, because it was Bucky who hurt me more than I’d ever been hurt in my life”

“Y/n,” Steve pleaded “I’m begging you, I’ve already lost him once, this will finish him and I can’t lose him again. I won’t lose him again because of you! Tell me honestly, that you don’t love him, that you feel nothing for him.”

You felt the tears rise and the heat in your cheeks made it feel as though your blood was boiling.

You should have said no, but now you had hesitated and you watched as Tony looked like his heart was breaking, as you shook your head and tried to formulate words, it was supposed to be special, it was something you had been looking forward to telling him, and only him, but now as you stood with a kitchen full of people looking at you, you had to find your voice.

“I’m in love with Tony,” you turned to face him and he looked so pained “I’m in love with you, and I wanted to save it, to tell you when I was ready but it’s true I love you. Part of me will always love Bucky, but I am in love with you. Only you.”

Steve shrugged out of Sam’s arms and stomped away, you vaguely registered the sound of a slamming door but all you could see was Tony, he looked so small before you as Natasha and Sam made their exits and then you were moving towards him in a pace that felt too slow until he threw his arms around you and pulled you flush against him, you heard him gasp in breath like he was a fish out of water and you held him steady repeating the words in his ear.

You loved him and only him.

That night you slept together for the first time and as he came undone, your name rolled off his lips, you knew in your heart that there was not an ounce of doubt about your love for this man.

“I love you,” you told him and his weight shifted from off you to beside you and when he caught his breath he repeated the words, and you pulled him to you, hoping he would sleep the whole night through without a nightmare plaguing his rest.

Steve was gone the next morning when you woke up and it made you horribly sad as your stomach twisted into knots. You refused to be the reason Steve and Tony fell out again and as you sought Sam out he pulled you into the biggest hug.

“You listen to me, Bucky was an idiot for walking away from you, I told him, even Steve told him but there was no getting through to him. Steve may have been too much last night but it was coming from a place of pure frustration. He knows Bucky still loves you. He knows this is going to break his heart, but even more than that he’s going to know it was all his own doing and he’s not sure how Bucky will handle all of that.”

“It’s not my fault, or Tony’s for that matter. I loved Bucky, really loved him and I would have gone to the ends of the world with him if he’d asked me too but he left me. He left without me.”

“And I regretted it every single day since,” a voice from behind interrupted, a voice you would have recognised in a single heartbeat, anywhere in the world and you turned to see an exhausted looking Steve with the last man on earth you wanted to see today, and your heart seemed to speed up just from the sight of him, James Buchanan Barnes.

“Please y/n,” he pleaded dropping his bag on the floor and attempting to take a step towards you, “Please tell me it’s not too late.”

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Fun things to consider:

  • Shou and Mob interacting with one another
  • Shou and Mob becoming friends
  • Shou and Mob bonding over their love for animals
  • Shou and Mob being able to talk though repressed feelings together
  • Shou and Mob hanging out around town but Shou gets distracted by literally every little thing and drags Mob to weird obscure areas but he’s sticking along for the ride
  • Mob having a lot of love and forgiveness in his heart to give and Shou having no idea what to do with it (”What the fuck?? I just broke your window you’re not even going to yell at me??)
  • Shou becoming a little bit softer around Mob, a little less rowdy 
  • You know that blunt sense of humor (if you can call it that) That Mob has??? Shou pulls that side out of him a lot more.
  • Shou not understanding Mob’s want ti not just rely on his powers, but respecting him immensely for it.
My opinion on Saezuru ch. 25

My opinin on Saezuru tori wa habatakanai ch. 25

I decided that I’ll get all my emotions out when the trasnlated version is released :) Yes I’m a little bit late, I thought of not writting it…but still I wanted to share excitment with everyone else (I have read a lot of reviews and great theories :D –> mine will not be anything special).

For the beginning I need to say that I REALLY DIDN’T EXPECT ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN THE LAST CHAPTER. My sloppy prediction was that yashiro would break down in the middle of ti and doumeki would then stop and would let yashiro talk (that kind of development..with deep talk and tears involved ( I got the tears though)). So I was actually really startled at the very beginning and truthfully didn’t know what to think…because my emotions were overflowing…I couldn’t decide what to feel and what would have been more appropriate ( I was so excited to see them having their first step into more deep relationship but couldn’t decide if sex was the right answer) à With the translation I can trutfully say that I love the way it was portraied…I don’t consider it RAPE as some people said … we have proparly presented rape in this manga ( yashiro getting raped by his stepfather, doumeki’s sister too) and that wasn’t either of those. But I would like to say that I LOVED that the fandom properly discussed the act of rape after the chapter 24.
So to continue I saw Yashiro in totally different light and it made me think…WHO’S THE REAL YASHIRO…is he always wearing a mask?? Does he even recognizes it himself?
Confession: When I started reading saezuru and have read a half of it I didn’t like Yashiro…or more like..DIDN’T UNDERSTAND him…I was filled with questions: What is his problem? Why he doesn’t talk about his trauma? He even portrait it as something that didn’t efect him much but it’s something that happened in his past..Why he likes painful sex? Why he doesn’t bother with whom he’s doing it?  WHY? WHY? WHY? (My mind at that time not trying to understand….I still can’t believe that if I wouldn’t create my account on tumblr I wouldn’t find my special love for saezuru!!!)
Then I discovered Tumblr and discovered @domeyashiro and other blogs which gave me second opportunity to open my heart to saezuru and I was filled with their theories and posts and just wanted more…I discovered this manga is  holding such a deep meaning and interesting story about a twisted person with a trauma, but he’s too emotionally closed to heal it himself…he needs someone for him to open up to him (which is Doumeki).
That light that enlightened Yashiro wasn’t how much he wanted Doumeki emotionally…What really touched my heart was the scene when yashiro said : You don’t have to stare so hard…That broke my heart…because at that moment the gangbang scene pooped in my head…because if I remeber correctly he didn’t care at all how misumi looked at him…or any of the »participants«…or how he looked at that moment (to be embarassed about). Or when he forced doumeki to watch him at the beginning of the story. 

Even the kiss was probably quite a big deal to yashiro I believe. He was so embarassed that he requested or more like order doumeki to do him from behind.  
The other thing that touched me was when yashiro initiated the kiss at the beginning of the third time…When did yashiro even kiss his sex partner or looked at him closely….or looked at him with the eyes filled with ecstasy??

The last third of them having sex was totally beauriful for me. It was as every third of the sex has diffferent meaning…the first one was like they are discovering something new with each other..especially yashiro…he then become so scared and embarassed he needed to »hide« his face..but the last time he became quite comftarble (not completely of course), he felt doumeki so much and he was confident enought to gave him orders(to hurt him more), and doumeki refusing him and then the most beautiful time in the chapter…KISS ON THE FOREHAD AND »BOSS, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL « :“’( literally broke 

my heart into little pieces..

And then the emotional roller coaster…I will be true with you..I was always hoping for yashiro let him emotion out and cry (the scene when he was sitting alone in his apartment crying hurts me so much even now)..but I thought it would be with Doumeki emotional confort and support…but I still liked it …at the end of the read he needs to face it alone and beat it!!! And surpass it!! 

What we can expect from the next chapter?? I DON’T KNOW A THING…and this time I’ll let it flow..I’m no good with the predictions on saezuru, so I’ll just enjoy the last three chapters trilogy …I recommend you join me :D

Lady Gaga  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Don’t look at me like that.”
  • “You were a perfect illusion.”
  • “I’ve had a little bit too much.”
  • “I don’t wanna think anymore.”
  • “Could we fix you if you broke?”
  • “I’ll follow you until you love me.”
  • “Wanna talk to her, she’s hot as hell.”
  • “I’ve never seen one like that before.”
  • “Boy, now get your paws right off me.”
  • “Enough is enough of this horse shit!”
  • “I want your ugly. I want your disease.”
  • “Don’t be scared. I’ve done this before.”
  • “I’ll get him hot, show him what I’ve got.”
  • “I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.”
  • “You and me could write a bad romance.”
  • “Sorry I cannot hear you, I’m kinda busy…”
  • “Open up your heart and your mind to me.”
  • “You’ve left me speechless, so speechless.”
  • “But, I just can’t be with you like this anymore.”
  • “I left my head and my heart on the dance floor.”
  • “There’s nothing wrong with loving who you are.”
  • “Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun.”
  • “You’re giving me a million reasons to let you go.”
  • “We don’t care what people say, we know the truth.”
  • “And, baby, when it’s love, if it’s not rough it isn’t fun.”
  • “I can’t help myself… I’m addicted to a life of material.”   
  • “You know that I want you. And you know that I need you.”
  • “Don’t hide yourself in regret. Just love yourself and you’re set.”
  • “You should’ve made some plans with me. You knew that I was free.”

Let me talk Namjin for second. I was watching Bon Voyage and when Namjoon needs to leave because he lost his passport, Jin looks absolutely devastated. Boy was THIS close to crying (and I’m pretty sure he did after they finished filming). And then when they were at the airport, that eye contact EVEN THOUGH NAMJOON WAS WEARING SUNGLASSES (to hide how sad he actually was that fake smile was just bad Namjoon it broke my heart a little). I swear they NEEDED to hug and give each other a kiss but no they were filming. And Jin just looked like he had his own personal storm cloud over his head after that. He perked up a bit but even so the following episodes he looked sad. And I swear like 90% he was tearing up during Namjoon’s little video message to them. UGH… my Namjin heart..♥

Please tell me someone wrote about their reunion when they returned to Korea. I need it to be a thing.

astridthevalkyrie  asked:

I don't think you've done this, so one favorite quote from each of the riders? Thanks :)

Sure! I love quotes! :D It’s hard for me to pick a number one favorite quote for everyone, but here are some that I enjoy!

Hiccup #1: We are the voice of peace and, bit by bit, we will change this world. (How to Train Your Dragon 2)
Hiccup #2: Gobber, take off your pants! (Legend of the Boneknapper Dragon)
Astrid: I’m going to take your helmet and shove it up your dirty little- (Cast Out)
Snotlout #1: Slarburg! Slarburg! Nork nork nork! (A View to a Skrill)
Snotlout #2: You broke my heart, Thor. You broke it right in two. (Big Man on Berk)
Snotlout #3: Why read words when you can just kill the stuff the words tell you stuff about? (How to Train Your Dragon)
Ruffnut: No. You wish I was your sister. You think I’d be dragging your monkey butt all over the jungle risking your life if my brother weren’t the most important thing in the world to me? (Bad Moon Rising)
Tuffnut: That’s my sister out there, Astrid. And if this goes wrong and we don’t save her… I couldn’t live with myself. (Edge of Disaster)
Fishlegs: Speed eight, armor sixteen. Plus eleven stealth times two. Firepower fifteen. Attack eight, venom twelve. Jaw strength eight.
Dagur: That stuff can kill you from the inside, Hiccup. Revenge, anger, obsession… trust me, I know. It can make you do things you never thought you were capable of, cause you to take chances, make mistakes.  if that doesn’t end you, it’ll eat away at you slowly. (Enemy of My Enemy)

I also highly enjoy the insults Hiccup and Snotlout share in Thawfest, the things Snotlout says when he’s arguing with Hiccup in Defiant One, and some of the ridiculous things that come out of Tuffnut’s mouth throughout RTTE.

frases/status wpp em inglês
  • good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere
  • memories destroy us
  • maybe we’re from the same star
  • whatever happens, you’re my light
  • we may not have it all together, but together we have it all
  • but darling, this is not wonderland
  • can we act like we never broke each others heart?
  • trusting people is like touching fire
  • everyone seems normal until you get to know them
  • you need a little bit of insanity to do great things
  • we’re just lost souls, aren’t we?
  • I could look into your eyes until the sun comes up
  • because alcohol tastes better than tears
  • the rebel in me will never die
  • let’s get drunk together so I can kiss you and then blame it on the vodka
  • I miss the taste of you
  • you are obsessed with finding someone to love you because you can’t love yourself
  • I cared too much and that destroyed me
  • a part of me was lost in you
  • there’s a devil in your smile
  • sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind
  • we all have darkness inside of us, and some of us are better at hiding it than others
  • fake people don’t surprise me anymore, loyal people do
  • if this is reality i am not interested
  • just two kids, stupid and fearless
  • we were just a bounch of trouble kids who wanted a feel of what real life felt like.
  • she wanted to be a poet, but deep down she was a poem
  • all we need is love
  • we are just kids in love
  • I don’t care how complicated this gets, I still want you
  • we blame society, but we are society
  • you ruined my favorite song
  • you can find love in the same place you lost it
  • destroy what destroys you
  • I feel bad for people who never go crazy
  • black is not sad, black is poetic
  • it hurts because it mattered
  • cool kids never sleep
  • i’m a teenager, my music will tell you a lot more about me than my mouth ever could
  • i broke my rules for you
  • i’m all yours, i’ve got no control
  • I just want my past to be a blur.
  • collect moments, not things
  • sometimes we need fantasy to survive reality
  • cause all that you are is all that i’ll ever need
  • your voice was the calm after the storm
  • there are so many types of art but you are my favorite
  • I just wanna be yours
  • you never know the last time you’ll see a place. or a person.
  • we all go a little mad sometimes
  • love is a dangerous game
  • don’t break my heart, you live there
  • lost in a world that doesn’t exist
  • first, learn how to make yourself happy

Steve: A little bit of playful teasing is how you’re going to get your crush to notice you.

Jonathan: playful teasing?

Steve: yeah, like when I broke your camera?

Jonathan: you… call that… playful

Steve: well you didn’t have any pig tails for me to pull, Jesus. I had to work with what I had.

Ryan: Um. Well. Huh. That’s a question.


Ray: So there was this one time Rye summoned a really pissed off malevolent spirit into the penthouse without Geoff or Jack’s permission. He was trying to see if he could control it, but it was too strong. The poltergeist didn’t like how I was the ghost haunting the place, and it actually tried to destroy me by eating my soul. It also broke a lot of shit! And Ryan didn’t know how to get rid of it, so I had to leave for three fucking days while he had to learn how so I didn’t end up being eaten. That was fun! Now he isn’t even allowed to look at a Ouija board in the house –  much less summon any other spirits,

Ryan: Ray, please. You… you can tone down the salt a little bit, can’t you?

Smoulder Update/News

Ok so I was thinking it over with some friends, and I decided to let you guys in on a little spoiler which has given me a little bit of anxiety.

I’ll be honest I love Smoulder as a story but there’s been a plot element I’ve been a bit nervous about writing because of some comments- and the entitled anon the other day was like the straw that broke the camels back for me. I’m no longer enjoying the idea of writing a story I love because I’m worried about this. I haven’t written for Smoulder in over a week. So here’s the spoiler (some of you probably guessed already)

Someone in the story is becoming a new miraculous holder!

Why am I telling you this? Well other fic writers I talk to have warned me that they’ve experienced a backlash from certain readers when they’ve introduced new miraculous holders. That, plus the fact that some people have already guessed and it’s led me to getting comments such as:

“Please don’t introduce a new miraculous holder- if you do I will stop reading even though this is my favourite fic”

And I’ll admit freely that these type of comments- and other peoples experiences- have left me feeling a bit downhearted about a plot point I was really REALLY excited to share (oh man you have no idea!) The reason I’m sharing this with you now is mainly because- IF YOU DON’T LIKE THIS PLOT POINT, JUST STOP READING. Don’t harass fic writers for a harmless plot point just because you yourself don’t like it. Constructive criticism is always welcomed- but comments like the ones above aren’t constructive at all. They don’t give me advice on how to work on my writing, they’re just “don’t do this because I don’t like it”

And honestly I just don’t wanna deal with that, especially after pouring my heart an soul into this fic for months. For example, imagine you’ve spent hours and hours baking a chocolate cake, and a person takes a bite and says “I don’t like chocolate, this is shit and you’re shit” to your face and throws it away, rather than saying “I see what you were going for here, but maybe next time try adding less flour so the sponge is lighter”- do you see the difference?

Also- in case anyone is worried- this miraculous holder has a very good reason to be introduced. I’m not just throwing a new miraculous holder out there for “reasons” or to cause romantic drama between LB and Chat. You guys know me better than that! ^o^ LB and Chat are solid and I don’t buy into love triangle bullshit- so your OTP is safe there XD no need to panic. I may be tropey at times but the day you catch me writing a love triangle is the day hell freezes over.

So yeah. New miraculous holder. Tis happening. Thank you for your support! Love you all! <3