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Study methods, (sorted and organised af)

Originally posted by eminaanimeme

We all find ourselves in a pinch when studying for a particular subject, or some concepts or just studying in general. And then we play the blame game - I’m stupid, I suck at studying, I dumb, yadda yadda yadda.

But sometimes, the fault isn’t ours. Our study skills are largely influenced by external factors that have nothing to do with our brain (because well all humans have the same brain to begin with, yeah? It’s just some know how to use that thing, and some are still learning how to). So here’s so ways that might help you make the most of all sorts of things that are thrown your way:


1. Teachers


Originally posted by horrorandhalloween

Teachers influence our academics deeply and therefore it is important to know how to adjust our methods according to the types of teachers that teach us!

“The best teacher ever”

  • You love them, and are generally doing well in their class.
  • They know how to balance the amount of speech and writing part in class just perfectly and their explanations are heavenly.
  • For their subjects, practice papers are the best because they’ll help you lock all the info in your mind for eternities.
  • Solve as many tests as you can find, and get all your doubts solved by them at the end and I promise you will never have difficulty with that particular chapter again!


“The I’m-gonna-fill-the-board-with-my-marker teacher”

  • Doesn’t even bother speaking, just enters the class and starts writing up stuff in the board.
  • Class is generally noisy because their backs are turned towards you 90% of the time.
  • Just copy down everything form the board. Don’t leave out a single word.
  • Review whatever you’ve written once you get home and find out what is it that you don’t understand.
  • You’re lucky if they teach you math /physics /numericals based topics, because you have an entire guide on how to solve each type of sum with steps and formulas!
  • Once you’ve marked your doubts, take them to the teacher, or to any other teacher who teaches the same topics and get it cleared. Pretty sure you’ll rock their subject!


“The speaker”

  • Babbles on and on all the time, doesn’t know that the board exists.
  • Won’t even breathe in between the doesn’t care if nobody is listening - they’ll finish their part at all costs.
  • Try recording their lectures, you don’t necessarily have to take notes in class.
  • Once you get home, play the entire lecture and take notes now - you’re most likely to cover all important points.
  • If there’s something you don’t understand /think you missed, get your doubts solved by them or maybe online. This way you can do some time pass in class while not missing out at the same time!


“The quiz master”

  • Asks hella lot of questions, engages the class as much as possible.
  • Best thing to do in their class is to sit in front (it won’t make you a loser really) and listen to their questions carefully, note them down and participate.
  • Participating will get you noticed and also help build your confidence - and you get to impress the teacher so it’s a win win!
  • Prepare some questions for them in advance and keep asking, this will create a sense of ‘I’m a good student’ kinda thing in you (trust me I feel like a heavenly potato) and get your queries solved!


2. Subjects


Originally posted by a-night-in-wonderland

There are subjects that you’re so good at you could practically teach them, and then there’s math (no offence, math lovers). And physics. And chemistry. And everything that you don’t know.


Problem solving subjects

  • Math and physics can be a real pain, but referring to solved examples in your textbook, or your teacher’s solutions makes then 37363x easier.
  • A list of formulas is a must, I prefer sorting my formulas chapter wise in sticky notes but you can totally make a 'formula + solving methods cheatsheet’ to help for finals!
  • Practice problems are life savers!! Keep solving until you’re pretty sure you’ll crack these types of questions.
  • Mostly there is a certain way of solving certain problems, figure out that common way for a bunch of problems and nite the method down. All you need to do during the exam is figure out what type of problem you are dealing with and how to solve it will be known to you automatically!
  • Find a good teacher - maybe a school teacher, a tutor, a classmate or maybe your dad who happens to be a math expert. You need one person to guide you through the “numerical labyrinth”. There are many awesome people on the Internet (studyblrs I’m looking at y'all) who can help.


“Theory based subjects”

  • History and essay writing type of subjects can be difficult to tackle, since there’s no logic you need to apply here - they only test your memory half the time.
  • Bullet points are so helpful when taking notes for such subjects idk I just fall in love with words that are bullet pointed.
  • Aesthetic note making, embellishments and all that jazz totally works here because the more time you spend with the information, the better you remember it and are able to retain it.
  • Try recording the lectures and playing them in your free time (as podcasts and all), maybe when cleaning your room or making yourself breakfast or doing mundane chores.
  • I once slept with my earphones on and was playing 'the French revolution’ and the next day I topped our test on that topic. Now this may not be a legit tip but hey - you’re sleeping. Come on.


“Diagram and sciency subjects”

  • Most of us consider biology to be our favourite, but fail to do well in it sometimes. This is because we’re studying the whole thing wrongly.
  • Biology can be a very visual subject so all you artists bring out your creativity!
  • Imagining the structures of your body, an animal’s body, plant’s body, cell’s body heck any body will help you clarify the concepts in your mind.
  • Try breaking up large words to understand what they mean. I began learning Latin (and abandoned the effort) to grasp the biological terms better and it helps! Your language is strong - your biology is strong.
  • Aesthetic notes all the way down!
  • Chemistry can be made pretty looking with colourful reactions on paper, and there’s always mnemonics to make it fun.
  • I always try to form mnemonics which reference my favourite songs/dialogue /fandom stuff to spice stuff up. For example, to remember the preference order of functional groups during nomenclature I came up with “PS Sam Winchester Loves Eileen And they go on A date Next friday” (hey spn peeps how’s this?). Write down the first initial of every word you need to remember and come up with combinations, you’ll love it!


“Easy af subjects”

  • Personality Development and Social Science were these type of subjects for me.
  • All I did was read through the textbook the night before exams and I’d get a pretty good score.
  • Tree diagrams and tables often help with these.
  • Explaining the stuff to someone does the job too!


“Languages”

  • Three things - Duolingo /memrise /any app, flashcards, YouTube.
  • Your textbook is likely to have lots of practice activities, solve each one of them.
  • YouTube will help you with the pronouncing part - check out songs in your target language to improve!
  • Grammar is important, so you understand your grammar in the beginning and your base is strong.
  • Come up with terms in your head in your target language, although they’re wrong - there will be a point where you’ll be thinking in that language as a habit.
  • Don’t be afraid to mispronounce, vomit words as much as possible.
  • If you don’t have a vocabulary book, make one right away!
  • Langblrs are so amazing don’t let that resource slip out of your hands!


3. Random tips


Originally posted by maths-and-books

  • Change of environment usually motivate you so keep changing your study space from time to time.
  • Ana Mascara, study with jess, @studyquill @revisign @tbhstudying @studywithinspo have some fabulous YouTube channels and they make 'study with me’ vids too which are just too motivating so check them out!
  • Khanacademy, CrashCourse, ASAP science are there to clear your doubts - use the resources!
  • Keep two notebooks - one for class which has messy notes and scribbles and another for home with the neat and aesthetic ish.
  • Keep track of your portion and note your syllabus.
  • Highly recommended - study journal. Want me make a long ass post about it? Lemme know!
  • Playing teacher is a promised way to engrave the info in your mind. So go teach your friends or mom or dog or teddy! Teach me if you want to!
  • Make sure you have a no study day at least once 2 weeks? Because it’s important. We don’t want to get burned out!
  • Ted talks can be motivating!
  • Writing mock exams is so helpful you should totally do it!
  • Sleep is more important than you think it is, so sleep. Go dream the hell out!


That’s all for now folks, hope this helps a bit! My inbox is always open if you guys have any questions!

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

In this post, I’m going to talk about the study methods that have worked for me and that I learned during my time at UCLA!

(see another post like this about being healthy here)

Short Term Productivity

  • Use a stickynote/index card and write a couple goals for today only. Don’t write too many or you will feel overwhelmed! Stick it on your laptop or planner or notebook (somewhere you will see it)
  • Have a whiteboard at your desk and write down things you need to remember (like a simple equation or some vocab)
  • While waiting for something (the bus, your coffee, the shower to warm up) have something to recite in your head (probably something you already know, but would like to reALLY KNOW)
  • When you read, try to tie big concepts to things you would remember easily (like acronyms or symbols) like for example i remember gen chem oxidation as OIL RIG: Oxidation is Loss (of electrons) and Reduction is Gain (of electrons) and I remember the first four unordinary hydrocarbons from Me Eat Peanut Butter (lmao): Methane, Ethane, Propane, Butane

Longer Term Productivity

  • Plan out your weeks!!! Plan when you will study on each day of the week and keep track of due dates
  • Make it a habit to do homework/assignments AS SOON AS YOU CAN (like right after you snack or something after classes)
  • Try not to think about how long you will study and rather think about the number of topics you will study
  • Don’t stop until you feel confident in your knowledge OTHERWISE YOULL JUST LOSE IT IT ALL 
  • Keep your notes organized because you never know when something is gonna bite you in the butt again in the future
  • Review everyday. Like, Serioouslyyyy. It helps a lot.
  • Read before going to bed instead of being on your phone for 400 hours :C I THINK ITS TRUE THAT THE STUFF YOU READ BEFORE BED STAYS WITH YOU BETTER BC YOU GET TO SLEEP ON IT
  • Try to keep your area quiet or have only white background noise because if someone is talking about the weather and you’re studying math, best believe you’ll only remember the weather

Reading a Textbook

  • Most of the time, you don’t need to read the introduction paragraphs.
  • Read the bolded titles to see what you will be getting into
  • Before class you can skim lightly!! It will help you not feel lost in class
  • AFTER CLASS you will now FOCUS YOUR READING ON WHAT WAS SAID IN CLASS because most of the time, class-covered topics ARE THE MOST IMPORTANT! save yoself some time!!
  • When reading after class, do NOT just read. If you go over something that makes you go ??? in even the slightest way, read it again to understand. Look it up. Do it in THAT moment because you’re gonna forget to do it later.
  • If you don’t wanna read the whole darn book because ur lazy (like me) or you are cramming, READ!! THE!! SUMMARY!!! 
  • The back of the book might have some seriously useful appendixes 
  • Try not to skip the diagrams and pictures lol they’re there for a reason

Taking Notes in Class

  • dont be on your phone or whatever during class time Like actually PAy attention because if you learn it now, you won’t have to try to learn it again later (you can be on your phone later)
  • Take down everything written on the boards FOR SURE because if the professor/teacher thinks it’s important to write it, you better think it’s important too
  • Be an engaged listener! Don’t let it slide straight thru ur head
  • Try not to scribble your notes so you can read it later
  • Make CLEAR HEADERS for the topics so you can find those notes quickly
  • Def make friends in class in case you miss something on the notes ://

Doing Practice Problems and Homework

  • Get yoUR HOMEWORK DONE FIRST OF ALL
  • Homework is seriously a great study tool because your instructor assigned that FOR A REASON (aka it’s prob gonna be tested on)
  • Try to know what you are doing before you start the homework so that you don’t feel lost as heck doing it
  • When doing practice problems, if you have the answers, don’t be afraid to look at the answer the first time around if you don’t know how to do it. IVE SELF TAUGHT MYSELF SOOOOO MUCH by just looking at the answer to a question.
  • DONT RELY ON THE ANSWERS THO
  • Don’t memorize how to do the practice problems, you should memorize the method of solving the problem and understand each step clearly (and understand WHY you do that step!!!) just in case the test pulls some funky stuff on you
  • The more you can do, the better. But don’t be sleepy and do them because you won’t really retain anything

Other Random Things

My organic chem professor actually did a funny study on sleep and test scores. He said on his final exam he asked “How many hours of sleep did you get last night?” 

and like obviously the more hours of sleep reported, generally the higher the student scored on the exam

SLEEEEPING IS GOOD FOR YOUR LEARNING

WHEN YOU SLEEP AND HIT THE REM CYCLE, YOUR BRAIN PROCESSES THE INFORMATION BETTER and it will really stay with you. So yall need to sleep. Don’t do the all nighters. You won’t remember anything

anyways like nike you should Just Do It

I hope you guys find this useful!! Remember that everyone has different needs and preferences, so take these tips as just tips and not rules!! Experiment with things, see what you like best, see what gives you the best scores. 

Good luck with everything~ thank you for reading!

The Secret Book Club

Originally posted by lokihiddleston

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: Innuendos and a cheeky Loki and a very very shitty book. Also mild swears.

Words: 1767

Prompt: LOKI X READER WHO SHARE BOOKS AND READ TO EACHOTHER AND LOTS OF FLUFF HHH THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE PLEASE

Soooo this turned out much different than what I expected, (sorry anon I was having too much fun) but there is most definitely going to be a part 2 to this coming soon. At the request of a few people I’m starting a tag list, so if you want in then just shoot me a message! :)

Enjoy ;)

@mrsethedreamqueen@asometimestroubledmind

Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
Part six
Part seven (NSFW)

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The Point

Originally posted by cxhragrove

Billy Hargrove x Reader

Request: Billy angst

AN: Hi. Hello. I’m just going to leave this here and bury myself in my backyard. 

PART II | PART III | PART IV | PART V


“You have third period free, right?” The boy that Y/N was partnered up with in chemistry, Chris, was standing next to her locker. He nodded. “I’ll meet you at the library tomorrow, then? See how much we can get done. God, I just hate how Mrs. Lewis just piles these things on us as if we have nothing else to do,” Y/N switched the books she had in her hands for the ones needed for homework that night.

A ruckus down the hall caught Chris’s attention, but Y/N knew who it was. Chris looked over Y/N’s shoulder. Y/N rolled her eyes, getting ready for the interaction. Chris sighed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright? We can go over the homework, too. I’m sure I’ll have some questions,” Chris started backing away as Billy and his friends got closer.  

“See you tomorrow!” Y/N called out to Chris. He gave a wave and turned around down the hall.

“Don’t leave on my account, Williams,” Billy yelled down the hall, his voice booming. Chris ignored him and turned down the connecting hall that would lead him to the parking lot.

“Hey! I’m talking to you, Williams!” Billy’s voice turned menacing as he and his friends made their way after him. Y/N grabbed Billy by the back of his jean jacket, trying to hold him back.

What are you doing?!” Y/N screeched at Billy. Billy whipped around, cornering Y/N at her locker. He slammed his hands on either side of her head, making her jump.

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Keith Kogan: A Portrayal of Homosexuality Done Right

I always tell people that Voltron is a lot more clever than it gets credit for. It can spin a cliche/trope on it’s head beautifully, and while all the characters are easily digestible archetypes (i.e: the nerd, the loner), the creators add layers to them that not only make them feel like real people, but also makes social commentary on those very archetypes.

In no better way do they do this than with the character of Keith.

Before I get into how and why Keith deviates from you’re typical gay male protagonist, I want to establish as a fact that Keith is homosexual.

If you don’t see - what I consider to be - blatant evidence that Keith’s gay, well, I can’t say I blame you. Most people have ingrained heteronormative lenses, meaning they’ll miss the subtext of homosexual characters. Us in the LGBT community are much more attuned to seeing these because, well, for one, we’re queer, and two, because up until around the 1960s, the portrayal of gay characters in the media was illegal and could only be shown subtextually.

So it makes sense that people overlook the very nuanced portrayal of Keith’s sexuality, but if you’re willing to take off those lenses, it’s certainly there.

The first standout appearance of this is in season 1 episode 6: Taking Flight. Or as I like to call it, the day the shows name officially changed to Gaytron: Legendary Homosexuals

I think one of the disconnects for some viewers is that they don’t completely grasp the saying, “Show don’t tell,” the mantra of pretty much every writer. Not always, but typically, showing is better than telling. Or more accurately, telling needs to be used at the correct times and for the right reasons.

So how do they show us that Keith’s gay in this episode? Through three things, body language, actions, and juxtaposition.

You don’t have to be a body language specialist to understand the clear meaning behind Keith’s posture. Leaning, looking someone up and down, and a small, lingering smile/smirk are all subconscious signs of attraction. They’re also common ways of depicting male attraction in the media.

Speaking of depicting male attraction, lets look at how Lance’s flirts in the same episode.

Leaning. Check. Lingering smile. Check. Engaged eye contact. Check. The biggest difference is how blatant they are in their intentions, but that comes down to pure character difference. Keith is self assured and more genuinely confident. He also has a lot of walls up and isn’t so open. While Lance puts on a show/over compensates so that he might appear cool. You can also see this in their respective ‘I’m-checking-you-out’ postures. Lance’s body is open, he’s engaged and his eyes are on Nyma’s eyes. While Keith’s posture is interested, but more in an appreciative way. His body is closed off, and instead of looking Rolo in the eyes, he looks at his - um - physique. This is really fitting for Keith’s character, who again, has walls, and who also puts this mission first, and most likely has no intention of letting this attraction lead to anything other than having a nice piece of eye candy around for a couple of hours.

This is textbook juxtaposition. So moving along now.

I don’t want this to be a shippy post, so I won’t add all the times I think Keith shows attraction towards Lance, but I do want to mention this scene.

The use of the rainbow(the most recognizable symbol in the gay community) over lapping the bi flag colors is relevant for the same reason why the use of purple to symbolize the Galra is relevant. Purple represents royalty, imperialism, but also gloom and danger. The use of these colors and symbols are conscious choices.

While the above scene shows that Keith is attracted to men, this scene shows that Keith is also not attracted to woman.

What I love about this scene is that it’s such a cliche, and like I said up above, Voltron is good at turning those on their head. Here they utilize the tiered and true trope of accidentally falling into each others arms. If this was a hetero-centric Romcom than this moment would’ve been obviously meant to establish attraction, but instead, it does the opposite. Rather Keith personally likes Allura or not, she’s a knock out. So, if he’s attracted to women at all, and isn’t use to having that contact- which hes not - he should be at least somewhat shocked/flustered. If it had been an attractive guy that fell into Keith’s arms, I have no doubt that his reactions would be something beyond that blank stare. Considering he literally gasps every time Lance touches him

The last piece of “evidence” I want to show isn’t as blatant and may just be my perspective, but it’s worth mentioning.

The themes of Keith’s Galra arc are very reminiscent to coming out. He’s discovering parts of himself. He’s internalizing and hiding away said parts. He’s scared of what the people he cares about will think of him when they find out. If this is intentional, it’s brilliant, because while Voltron is set in a futurist world where sexuality is supposedly not an Issue, it still is for the youth of today. Meaning by having these similar themes, Keith becomes more relatable to LGBT people.

This is the part where, if you still don’t think Keith’s gay, I’ll have to calmly yet firmly ask you to get off my fucking lawn. For the rest of you, onward to victory!!!

LGBT individuals have a history of being badly represented in the media, especially now that gay characters have become a marketing strategy for a more progressive consumer base. Their whole character is often reduced to stereotypes or used as a giant walking gay pride flag that reads: look at us, we’re hip and with the times. Meaning, the majority of these characters plots and personalities are based solely on their sexuality. Which is a problem, because not only does it not help to normalize homosexuality, but it’s just not relatable to LGBT people.

I’ll give you an example. My mom’s a lesbian. She married to a woman and has two daughters, one who is trans and one who is bi. But despite how “gay"her life may seem, she very rarely describes herself as that way. She’s not active in LGBT issues. She doesn’t involve herself in the community. Shes not lesbian first and everything else afterward, and she is certainly not alone in that experience. Don’t get me wrong, LGBT individuals are more aware of their sexuality than cishet people, but it’s typically only because others point it out and remind us that its not "normal.” Still, for a lot of LGBT people, our sexuality is just one part of our personal narrative, not the whole damn book.

Another problem with LGBT representations is that their often just built off of stereotypes. Gay men are feminized and their sexuality is typically made the butt of a joke. They are shown as being promiscuous and having commitment issues. These are the standards.

But Keith abolishes all of those, and in such a seamless way too.

While Keith’s character is in no way excessively macho, he’s certainly not feminine either. He doesn’t mind getting sweaty. He’s temperamental and has anger issue. He lived a pretty low maintenance life in a desert shack, sleeps in his jeans like a heathen, and probably uses a dagger to peel oranges. Keith is a masculine character. He’s confident and self assured, but not vain. He’s emotional, but in a very private way. Whereas many other portrayal of gay men depict them as almost theatrically sensitive, confident, but only in their sexual prowess, and self absorbed, but only when it come to their looks and not when it comes to their skills.

This is already an impressive deviation, but what really makes Keith’s portrayal stand out is the way his sexuality is but a mere footnote in what makes his character his character, and how that fits into his personality and story arc so well.

The first thing you have to realize about Keith is that, while he certainly wants to connect with people, it’s not his number one priority. He has barriers. He fears rejection, and despite wanting to feel as if he belongs, its not hard to see how Keith has been conditioned to assume he’ll inevitability be left behind, and therefore places personal relationships low on his list of priorities. Meaning, yes, he was checking out Rolo, and yes, I believe that he’s very very fond of Lance, but I can’t imagine that Keith really sees these relationships becoming something substantial or romantic, and thus doesn’t put too much effort into perusing them. You can really tell what’s important to a character by what they focus their time on. Take Lance for instance, he’s a character who blatantly cares about friendships and has no problem openly flirting. That’s not to say Lance doesn’t care about the war, just like Keith’s reluctance to pursue meaningful bonds doesn’t mean he doesn’t want them. It just means that relationships and love obviously mean a lot to Lance.

So what does Keith focus on? Well, he shows the most focus on relationships in season one, when the connections he had with his makeshift family was the post pressing thing going on. (You cant really form Voltron if you don’t connect with the other members) But after season one, with all the changes Keith goes through, we see a big shift in his priorities. First he finds out about his heritage, then Shiro disappears and he is thrust into leadership, and then most recently, he joins the Blade.

By framing Keith’s character like this, it allows the creators to make his sexuality natural and relatable in a very interesting way. Because as LGBT people know, our sexuality isn’t the most important part of our lives. Just like Keith, we have more to focus on.

That’s not to say that his sexuality will never be shown explicitly. Like I said, I don’t want to get too shippy, but I truly believe that Laith is endgame. So if and when that happens, his sexuality will naturally come into play. Sadly, their will be a lot of people who call it forced because they missed the subtext and are use to seeing gay characters depicted more as spectacles than real people.

Voltron has really done something special here. They’ve create a universe where sexuality isn’t an issue, and they make it believable by never bringing it up outside of naturally occurring, unforced, appropriate context. Even better, because the Voltron universe is so vastly different than our own, it would’ve been easy to make LGBT characters that we couldn’t relate to, but they don’t. They manage this so well that I honestly can’t phantom Keith’s sexuality being anything but homosexual despite the fact it’s never been explicitly shown.

But most importantly, they’re creating a higher standard for LGBT representation. They are normalizing it on a show aimed towards children who are heavily influenced by the media they consume.


That, my friends, is worth applauding.

The Problem with Voltron’s Writing

I’ve seen a lot of the fandom call the Voltron writers out, and to be honest, I relatively agree. However, rather, it is not the representation in the show that I take issue with, but its narrative structure and direction.

See, team Voltron has a rather simple goal: to bring peace to the universe. However, up till literally the finale of season 4, we as the audience, have seen no progress being made toward that goal. There has been no hallmarks that we can point to, and say, ‘That was the moment when we got somewhere. The moment the team made a difference’.

The Problem with Progression: There’s none of it.

Season two and three were so promising in breaking free from this loop that the writers keep writing themselves into; in that the characters are written as though they were building up to something ground-breaking, but in reality, it was nothing.

In season two, Zarkon died–the big bad, the biggest bad–died. This threw predictably out of the window, it was different, it was exciting. We had no idea what we were in for.

Season three brought in Lotor, and he posed a very different kind of threat to our heroes. He wasn’t an open book in regards of motives and objectives like Zarkon was. Lotor kept us on our toes as much as he did with team Voltron, dancing rings around them and the Galra Empire. He showed potential, as a threat, as a character, and it sucks so much at Zarkon’s reawakening cut all of that down. I, like many others I imagine, would have loved to see more of the power struggle within the Galra Empire.

Lotor’s arrival was the best thing that was happened in Voltron because his arrival, coupled with Shiro’s disappearance forced something that is fundamental to every narrative.

Character Development: who dis?

Character development, oh my god, this. THIS.  

Four seasons in, and out of our precious cast, I can count the number of times on one hand that I’ve sat there watching and gone, ‘Wow. *Insert name* has really changed’. How many times is that? Twice. There are two satisfying moments of character development in the show thus far.

Allura

In season two, Allura has to overcome her extreme prejudice toward the Galra after learning Keith is half-Galra. No one goes to Allura, no one takes her aside and prompts her into it. Allura recognises her own fault and flaws in the unfairness of her attitude toward Keith, and apologises.

This was great. We clearly see that Allura has learnt a valuable morale lesson, moving closer to becoming the best person she can be, and we are proud of her for it.

Lance

In season three, Lance makes colossal leaps in maturing. He recognises that Keith is the better leader for Voltron, swallows his (rather bloated at times) pride, and becomes the driving emotional support behind Keith accepting the Black Lion’s decision. Lance continues to be Keith’s right-hand man throughout the season, and together, the two of them move past their childish rivalry, to the point where they are willing to be open up about their vulnerabilities to one another, expressing a deep bond and trust between them.
This was absolutely beautiful to watch. It was no secret that Lance harboured some form of dislike toward Keith, establishing this one-sided rivalry in an attempt to get Keith to recognise him. And now, to seeing how well they work together, and how much they relie on the other, it was truly magically in the department of character development.

But,

While these moments were fabulously well done, that’s just it. These are the only moments. These are the only times in the show when a character’s internal morales/core ideals have fundamentally shifted, and benefitted the progression of the over-arching plot leading toward the end-goal.

You can point to examples like, ‘But look! Hunk no longer gets motion-sickness and is now a kick-ass pilot’. To that I would raise you, ‘Yes, but it never stopped him, did it? He never had to question himself, he just got over it. He never struggled with it, in a way that wasn’t played off to comedic effect.’

Keith

Keith with his Mamora arc sits in an iffy place. Every time I think that Keith’s character is getting somewhere, the writers do a U-turn and bash me on the head. 

With the trials of Mamora, Keith comes to the conclusion that he does not care about his heritage, because his role as a paladin is more important, only to have this bold step forward completely undermined when it is revealed that he is half-Galra.

This is one of the reasons why I feel so salty toward season four. By having Keith leave to become a Blade, it completely throws out Keith’s season two and season three character development. Season two has him affirm that being a paladin of Voltron is what is most important to him, and then season four just has him throw away that declaration like a wet tissue. Season four takes season two’s development, spits on it, and then we are left staring at the mess. It meant nothing, all that drama over the trials’ climax, meant nothing, and that is what grits my teeth. That is what I would call bad writing.

The problem with Voltron’s writing is that: there is not enough internal conflict and progression. We are not going anywhere, and when we think we are, we aren’t. Don’t get me wrong, I love this show. I love it’s characters, I love it’s world, and I am mindful of it’s target audience. It’s when it falls flat in these areas that things sting, because we all want this show to be the best it can possibly be. 

Please be mindful that this is a critical analysis, and the opinions expressed in here are my own. 

Thank you for reading.

Baby Blues (Chap. 1)

Baby Blues: Eleven months after a one night stand, Bucky is faced with raising his daughter and things are getting tough. That is, until he meets you, his extremely introverted neighbor.

A/N: Super sorry this took so long, guys. My phone and internet is off so updates are gonna me hectic. Hope you guys like it! - D. 

Pairing: Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None really, just slight angst? Mentions of abandonment?

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andromedasstars  asked:

hi your andriel 'I hate Neil Josten and his pretty face' headcanon is beautiful and pure and wholesome and has healed my soul and i was hoping you'd be open to expanding on Neil's 'revenge' calling out Andrew and being dorky in the process?

Hi! Sorry for the late reply! Thank you so much and, sure, here you go!

  • Andrew is waiting for it
  • he knows Josten’s too much of an actual child to let go of the video
    • no matter that he solved the coming-out problem
    • and made Renee and Reynolds a tonshit of money
    • fucker never knows when to back down, does he?
  • so really
  • he’s not that surprised when Nicky sends him a link to some live streaming website
  • there’s 10-reasons-to-hate-Andrew-Minyard-by-Neil-Josten in the page name so it’s not hard to guess what’s going to happen

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Proven Wrong

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Taehyung X Reader

Words: 3,371

Warnings: Smut

Summary: You call his dick small. He proves that it’s not.

~ Admin L

Loud music blasted throughout your apartment, the deep bass from the speakers vibrated your bedroom walls. The pictures and poster rippling with each vibration, struggling to retain their original place. You sighed in annoyance. All you had wanted was a couple of hours of quietness so that you could study for your upcoming calculus test. He knew how important this exam was to you, and he promised he would give you the silence you requested.

“Oh, yea Y/n. No problem. I can keep it quiet for you.” Taehyung had said with his signature boxy smile planted on his face. You thought that for once he would keep his word, and you could get in some precious studying time, but no. The tiny 2-bedroom shared apartment was full of heavy music and high-pitched shrieking from what sounded like a cat being skinned alive.

You were at your wit’s end. The want to study was now long gone, and in its place, severe irritation and rage began to take root. You slammed your laptop closed and threw it to the end of the bed along with your papers and textbook, hopping out of bed, and stomping your way out of the bedroom.

“Taehyung!” You yelled once your eyes took in the scene that was in front of you. The living room was in shambles, Taehyung’s phone was hooked up to the speaker, the volume on maximum. There were empty soda cans, chip bags, and paper plates littering the floor, and the couch pillows scattered on the floor. You felt your blood pressure rising, and a headache threatening to form, as clenched and unclenched your fists out of anger.

Your eyes scanned the room for Taehyung, and low and behold there he was on the couch, and lying underneath him was the source of the irritating screams. Taehyung was grinding on some random chick with his mouth fiercely attached to her neck, deep purple bruises painting a trail. You rolled your eyes at the pair. You knew damn well Taehyung’s mouth on her neck, and his dry humping didn’t call for all that useless screaming.

You stomped over to the speaker and pulled the cord from the wall, the apartment already halfway quiet except for the banshee that was still screaming her head off.

“Hey! Shut up with all that noise!” You shouted, startling the girl, and bringing their attention to your heated form. Taehyung detached his lips from the girl’s neck with a wet smack and dislodged himself from between her legs.

“Y/n. So nice of you to join us, how is studying going?” Taehyung said with a smirk on his handsome face. You resisted the urge to reach out and slap it off. He knew that you couldn’t or anybody for a fact, could study with all the noise that was just previously filling the confines of the apartment, and yet here he was trying to place innocent with that stupid smirk gracing his face.

“All I asked for was you to be silent so that I could study for my upcoming test, and you said that you would. But instead, I am interrupted by your loud ass music, and this bitch here screaming at the top of her lungs.” You growled out between clenched teeth. The female gasped at your words embarrassment transforming her features, while Taehyung sat there with a blank look on his face, seemingly bored of your little rant.

“Come on Mino. Let me walk you to the door.” Taehyung said helping her gather her things and walking her to the front door.

“My name is Mina.” She said trying to correct Taehyung, but you could see it on his face that he could care less about the girl’s name.

“Yea. Mona. Alright.” Taehyung deadpanned pushing her through the front door. Mina huffed at the fact that Taehyung continued to get her name wrong. You watched the pathetic interaction as you began to clean up the mess they made. You could tell from the look in Mina’s eyes that she wanted more with Taehyung, but you knew that would never happen. Taehyung was a manwhore, for lack of a better term. He had a new girl every night, and if he did try the whole relationship thing. It usually didn’t last more than a week, before he was on to the next girl.

“Tae. Why do you do these things to me.” You asked genuinely curious as to why he made it his mission to push your every button.

“Awe is little Y/n jealous?” Taehyung taunted in a voice that would be used to talk to babies.

"Did you wish that was you, I was grinding on.” Taehyung continued to tease, walking into the kitchen to rinse his mouth out with water. That Mina girl had put to much perfume on her neck, and it left Taehyung with an awful taste in his mouth.

If he was sincere with himself, he did wish it was you he was giving all his attention to instead of these random girls. In all actuality Taehyung was smitten with you from the first time he saw when you came to ask about the roommate needed sign he had posted, you had garnered his attention.

He considered you cute and innocent, with an air of sexiness, that you weren’t aware of. You were way different from the usual girls he was used too. There had been a countless amount of times he had tried to gain your attention, but you were too busy holed up in your room with your head stuck in a book to give him the time of day. So instead Taehyung chose to tease and irritating you as a way to receive some reaction from you.

"Jealous? Of what? You know she was faking it right, cause we both know that them thin ass lips, and that speck in your pants that you call a dick can’t make anybody scream.” You declared matter of factly, pride and confidence swelling in your chest at the insult thrown at him.

Taehyung spat out the water he was swishing in his mouth and whipped his head in your direction. Did you just stand there and try to insult his manhood, surely he was hearing things.

"Excuse me, what did you just say? My ears must be failing me.” Taehyung said wiping the stray droplets of water from his mouth, sauntering towards you, a ghost of a smirk appearing on his face.

"You heard me. Your micropenis couldn’t pleasure anything but your hand.” You said backing up from an advancing Taehyung, any amusement his face could have held was gone, in its place was a dark, unreadable expression, except the flame burning in his chocolate eyes, portraying anger and lust. His mouth set in a firm line, and the tip of his ears blossomed red.

“My sweet Y/n, nothing about me is little. I can guarantee that.” Taehyung growled out, his low voice deeper in tone. You scoffed trying to portray indifference but continued backing away from his advancing, until your back made contact the wall. Shit.

Taehyung placed his hands beside your head caging you in. His rich cologne encased your senses. His eyes roamed your face, taking in your features before settling on your lips. You self-consciously licked them before tucking them between your teeth. Taehyung leaned his face closer to yours.

You could feel your heart beating against your ribcage and fell your cheeks heat up. Your eyes closed and lips puckered expectantly anticipating the moment his lips would meet yours. But Taehyung had other plans. He shifted his head to the right, placing a gentle kiss on the lobe of your ear, before moving his lips the outer shell of your ear.

You couldn’t help the surprised moan that left your mouth, you unconsciously tilted your head back, offering your neck to his probing lips.

“Would you like me to prove you wrong?” Taehyung questioned, his deep voice sending shocks of pleasure down your spine. Taehyung moved his lips down to your neck, pressing gentle kisses against the surface. You had to choke back the moan that threatened to escape you at the feeling of his soft lips on your neck.

“No Tae. It would be too hard to find without a magnifying glass.” You said determined to get in one last insult. Taehyung pulled his face away from your neck, growling at your words. He pulled your body away from the wall and hoisted you up over his shoulder, and made his way to his bedroom, kicking the door open before unceremoniously throwing you on his plush king-sized bed.

This was not good you thought. Taehyung stood at the edge of the bed staring at you with unadulterated lust clouding his eyes. His chest heaved up and down, with anger or arousal, you weren’t sure. But based on the sizable tent in his pants, you could guess the latter.

“Tae. I told you I didn’t want to see your baby-.” You started but was cut off by Taehyung grabbing your ankles and pulling you roughly to the edge of the bed, pouncing on you. His lips met yours in a kiss that stole your breath away. The kiss was sensual and firm, but he wanted more. Taehyung snaked his hand up your body, and into your hair giving it a sharp tug. You gasped at the slight pain giving Taehyung a clear path to ease his tongue into your mouth wrapped itself around your own, deepening the kiss further. He thoroughly explored your mouth not leaving one surfaced untouched by his tongue, greedily swallowing your needy moans.

Taehyung detached from your mouth to remove his shirt, and to help you remove your tank top, your nipples pebbling from the chilly air and Taehyung’s ministrations. His eyes studied your body. You wanted so badly to shield your self away from his unwavering stare.

“You’re so beautiful. I’ve waited so long for this.” Taehyung whispered before attacking your throat with kisses. You whined out in pleasure, your hips bucking up with every love bite he delivered, your body was aching you need more.

“Tae. Please. More.” You moaned breathlessly, your hips grinding in tiny circles as Taehyung trailed his kisses down your neck, to your breast. His tongue gently wrapped around your nipple sucking it into his warm mouth, while his hand teased the other breast, kneading and pinching your nipple. Your moans were increasing in volume, at his assault. Your legs widened on their own accord, making more room for Taehyung. Your pussy was weeping, the boyshorts you were wearing were thoroughly drenched, and with each movement of your hips, your arousal perfumed the air.

Taehyung moved his lips across your stomach, kissing you down to where your torso meets your pelvis. He trained his eyes on you wanting to see your reaction as he pulled your boyshorts off from your body with a wet smack.

“Tell me what you want baby. Use your big girl voice.” Taehyung cooed in a teasing tone. You would have told him to fuck off if it wasn’t for his mouth hovering right about your clenching core, his hot breath attacking your pussy lips.

“Cat got your tongue? You sure did have a lot of things to say earlier.” Taehyung teased once more. You moaned with each word he said, your hips thrusting upwards hoping to find his mouth.

“Please Tae. Just touch my pussy, lick it, do something. Stop teasing me.” You begged him, bringing your hands up to stimulate your breast, you didn’t know how much more teasing you could take. You could feel your essence seeping between your ass cheeks and coating the bed, a dull ache in your stomach was intensifying, and he had barely touched you.

“Well since you begged so prettily.” Taehyung said, wasted no time in attacking your pussy. His broad tongue licked deep strips up your pussy, with each pass he would dip his tongue into your clenching hole. Your hands found his soft brown hair as your back arched off the bed pushing your pussy deeper into his face.

Taehyung shifted his probing muscle’s attention to your clit, attacking it with kitten licks. Your thighs were beginning to shake, the coil in your stomach getting ready to burst. Taehyung wrapped his strong arms around your legs, dragging you closer to his face, your knees were hitched higher up almost touching your chest in this position Taehyung had full control. Your upper body thrashed about on the bed. Your hands were no longer able to reach his hair, so you opted for your own instead, pulling harshly on your roots.

“Fuck Taehyung!” You moaned loudly. Taehyung chuckled at the sounds you were making, remembering your words from earlier he couldn’t wait to hear what you sounded like taking his dick.

Taehyung rubbed two thick fingers in the abundance of fluids that your pussy was producing and gently eased them into your tight core.

“Fuck baby. Your so tight I can’t wait to feel you around my dick.” Taehyung moaned sucking your clit into his mouth, delivering hard sucks as his fingers pumped into you at, a moderate speed. The introduction of his fingers was your undoing. Your legs stuck straight in the air as your body arched off the bed and bowed forward. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train knocking the wind from your body. Your eyes were shut tightly, and your mouth hung open in a silent scream as your body convulsed from the intensity of your orgasm. Taehyung had a hard time holding you down but continued his assault on your creaming pussy. He slurped as much of your cream as he could loving the way you tasted.

“T-Tae.” You called out to him pathetically. Your intense orgasm had passed, but he was still thrusting shallowly inside your tight core, lapping at your clit. The oversensitivity was becoming too much, and you tried to wiggle away from him. Taehyung withdrew his fingers and ceased his licking with one last kiss on your clit making you flinched at the contact.

Taehyung observed your fucked out appearance. Your legs splayed open, displaying your spasming cunt, your chest was swiftly rising and falling as you struggled to catch your breath. Your hair stood up in every direction from your previous pulling. Your body trembled with aftershocks, as your eyes closed, sleep trying to claim you.

“Oh no. I’m not done with you yet.” Taehyung proclaimed flipping you onto your stomach. He was the hardest he had ever been in his life, his pants were now unbearably tight, and a wet spot started to become visible. Taehyung tugged the offending material off hissing as his massive erection made contact with the air, free from being confined. You lifted your self with jelly arms onto your knees, wanting to see what the commotion was behind you.

You almost choked on your spit as your eyes made contact with the angry red monster Taehyung called his dick, not only was he unbelievably thick but he was also long. Did he think that would fit inside of you?

“Fuck that shit!” You cursed trying to scramble to the headboard of the bed, but Taehyung stopped your escape, grabbing your ankles and yanking you back. Taehyung would have laughed at your reaction, but he was too turned on, there was so much blood rushing to his dick he felt lightheaded. Taehyung wasted no time in putting you back in your previous position. He pulled your ass up so that it was sticking in the air and your torso was lying flat on the bed, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise.

“Tae. You can’t be serious.” You tried pleading with him scared that thing he called his dick was going to tear you apart.

“You can take it I’ll go slow.” Taehyung said his voice strained, his arousal was beginning to take a toll on him. Taehyung grabbed his shaft and brought the bulbous tip of his cock to rub against your clit. You mewled with pleasure, the sensation relaxing and reigniting your body. Taehyung continued to stroke his tip along your clit thoroughly coating it with your thick fluids.

Taehyung placed the thick head at your entrance, your juices helping him to slide in. Your body tensed up at the massive intrusion, your pussy pulsated wildly around his head, drawing a deep groan from his throat.

“Baby relax, you’re squeezing so tight.” Taehyung moaned out affected by your spasming core. He reached his hand underneath your body and strummed at your clit, you immediately relaxed as the pleasure coursed through your veins. Taehyung took your distraction as his cue to shove the rest of his offending length inside your prone pussy.

You screamed at the sudden fullness and intense burning. You bucked your hips to try and dislodge Taehyung. It was too much to take especially at this position, you felt as if your pussy was being ripped in half.

Taehyung gripped your hips harder to stop your bucking. He felt as though he was about to explode you were so damn tight and wet. He didn’t wait this long to end early. Taehyung reached his hand back underneath your body to locate your clit, rubbing it in firm tight circles, to help relax you some, and sure enough, after you adjusted to his massive size, your body was filled with mind-numbing pleasure. Your whimpers turned into loud groans as you threw your hips back on to Taehyung, giving him the okay to start moving.

Taehyung withdrew his length before slamming back in, his dick hitting every spot inside your clenching pussy. He strokes were fast, broad and powerful, never had you felt so full in your life. Your mouth was gaped open, as shrieks of pleasure fell from your mouth, drool dripped from your mouth, and dots blurred your vision. You could feel him in your guts, branding himself inside you. The coil in your stomach was quickly tightening, ready to release what was no doubt going to be the most intense orgasm your body was about to experience. Taehyung could feel your core tightening up further, your tight little pussy was far better than he could have expected, he wanted to punch himself for waiting this long to indulge in you.

“You’re taking this big dick so well baby. Such a good girl.” Taehyung grunted his end approaching quickly. He locked his fingers in your hair and firmly yanked, lifting you off the mattress, and into his arms, allowing himself even deeper if that was even possible.

You screamed out as the new position broke the levee to your release. First, it started from your toes, spreading to your arms and head before finally spreading throughout your whole body, you were rendered speechless as your orgasm claimed you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as a burst of white light flashed behind your eyes, incoherent sounds of what was supposed to be Taehyung’s name filled the space around you.

Taehyung allowed your cores convulsions to wash over him, his body dripping with sweat as he picked up his speed, his hips beginning to stutter. He held your thrashing body close to his as delivered his last couple of thrust before moaning loudly and exploding his hot seed inside of your twitching core.

You both fell breathlessly on the mattress, sweat polishing your skin, exhaustion quickly making its way to claim you. Taehyung pulled slowly out of your battered and swollen pussy, and on wobbly legs, walked to the restroom to get a washcloth to clean the mess that was between your thighs. You moaned at the gentle touch of the cloth, the coolness of it soothing the hot burn from your pussy.

Your whole body was numb, and you were utterly worn out, so much so, that when Taehyung pulled you into his arms, you didn’t even argue. You let his steady heartbeat lull you to some much-needed sleep.

Library Vigilante

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: Fluff, second hand embarrassment

Words: 2360

Prompt: Library AU ‘You’re overdue on this book and I want it so I’m tracking u the fuck down’ 

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“I’m sorry, that book still hasn’t been returned to us yet.” The kind lady behind the desk spoke as she tapped away at her keys, “The gentlemen who has it is going to have a hefty fine when he decides to return it.” 

“He’s gonna have more than a hefty fine.” You mumbled, tapping your fingers off the desk. “How long overdue is it?” You asked, peering over the desk at the screen hoping to catch a glimpse of the name of this mysterious gentlemen. The librarian pulled her screen away abruptly making you huff in defeat. 

“I’m sorry Miss but that’s confidential information, you’ll have to wait until the book is returned or try another library.” She pulled her mouth into a tight line and began typing once again. You needed that book, it was the last one in the series and you were not prepared to pay a whole $25 on a book, not when there was a perfectly good one you could loan out for free. Slumping on the desk the librarian peered at you over her glasses, “Do you need anything else dear?” Yes I do I need that bloody book.

Pulling your head up you put on the best fake smile you could muster and glanced quickly at her name tag. “Susan,” You beamed, leaning ever slightly towards her “I just really need that book. You see, a poor art student like me doesn’t have a lot of money and libraries are where I can enjoy myself without having to pay and -”

“You should always donate some change to your local libraries dear, we have bills too you know.” Your smile dropped momentarily before you realised your face was betraying your annoyance. “Oh yes! I know that only too well Susan, see if you could just give me the details of the man who has the book I want, I could do you a favour and go and collect it.” Susan stared at you blankly, her fingers stilled over her keyboard. “I could be the libraries vigilante if you like.” You laughed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear nervously. “Like an avenger, only on a smaller scale.”

Susan began to shake her head as you clasped your hands together, “We don’t need -”

“No I know you don’t but see I need that book!” You snapped at her, you’d already tried the other libraries for it when you discovered last week that it was loaned out. Unfortunately for you so were all the other copies. You gave her your award winning puppy dog face before she switched the computer off and placed a sign on her desk saying ‘Out to lunch’. You frowned as you watched her collect her things and move to the room that was reserved for staff only. 

It was completely empty in there, it was your local library that you frequented quite often but never really saw anyone else there. You weren’t stupid, you knew that being the closest library to the local college there was always students drifting in trying to look inconspicuous as they made their way to the first floor history section. Wandering around the place you realised that the place was actually empty, Susan was out back for her 45 minute break and no doubt there were students canoodling upstairs but…You were alone.

Heart racing with sweaty palms, you ran around to the other side of the desk and switched the computer on. All you needed was a name and an address and then you could hightail it out of there like nothing had happened. 

“Okay, calm down, you’re not hacking S.H.I.E.L.D…” You mumbled as you were faced with a password entry system. Putting your head in your hands you glanced around the desk, there wasn’t much save for a photo of a man in a cap and gown and a bobble head of Thor. You snorted, flicking his head as you racked your brain for an idea. Pausing, you began to type.

Books. Password denied.

Avengers. Password denied.

One attempt left. You glanced at the nodding Thor and tried again, holding your breath you typed Thor.

Password accepted.

“Black widow eat your heart out!” You muttered before typing the name of the book into the database. “Susan, we all have our vices.” It had been loaned out for quite a while, the man who currently possessed it has had it for 7 weeks. Who takes 7 weeks to read a book?! You thought while pulling up his details.

Grabbing a pen from a pot you quickly scribbled down his name and address on a piece of paper before switching the computer off again and hightailing it out of there.

It was a warm day so you decided to walk seeing as it was only a couple of blocks away from the library, you were running through the scenario of how the situation was going to go in your head when you realised that it wasn’t quite as far as you had thought. It was a small set of fancy apartments that was just down the road from the avengers tower, you remember the media saying that Tony Stark had built them but no one figured out what for. 

You scanned the list of names next to buzzers until you found the one you were after, “Donald Blake you’re mine!” You whispered as you pushed the buzzer for the apartment above his. 

“Hello?” A voice crackled through the intercom.

“Hi! I’m Donald’s girlfriend and I thought I’d surprise him,” You chirped, “he think’s I’m in California!” This better work.

Oh how romantic! Do you want me to buzz you in?” The voice asked.

You let out a silent prayer to whatever God happened to be listening before replying in a sickly sweet voice, “Yes thank you that would be amazing!”

Moments later you heard the tell tale buzz of the door unlocking, you quickly rushed through the glass doors and into the lift, pushing the button for the 3rd floor. The end was in sight, you were so close to getting the book and if you were honest, the adrenaline from the whole thing was more fun now than actually getting the book. The doors opened as your stepped out and made your way to the only door, steeling yourself you took a deep breath in and knocked quickly.

Picking at the skin around your thumbs you stopped breathing when the door opened to reveal none other than Thor, God of thunder himself.

He looked bigger than you’d imagined. Not that you’d imagined him of course, but he seemed bigger than he did on TV. You swallowed quickly as your checked the name and address on the slip of paper.

You looked up at the confused God, “Hi, does uh, Donald Blake live here?” You asked quickly, glancing at the paper before showing the God the slip too.

His laughter was like a boom, deep and hearty his whole body shook as he stepped aside to let you in. He shut the door behind himself before he led you through to a sitting room.

“Loki!” He laughed, gesturing to a man reclining on a chaise in the window, book open in hand. He was handsome you’d give him that, not in the obvious way like Thor but handsome non the less for a guy who tried to take over New York.

Your eyes locked with his when you realised that Donald Blake probably wasn’t gonna be sharing an apartment with the two asgardian brothers. Loki’s eyes roamed over your form as you stood next to his brother, his gaze was calculating and judgemental but not as cold and icy as you’d thought it would be. There was more indifference really.

“Brother.” He replied eventually, his voice more silky than you’d expected it. His eye’s had gone back to his book once he’d examined you and Thor motioned for you to sit.

“No thank you,” You noticed the younger prince’s eyes snap over to watch the scene unfold. “I’ve actually come for Donald Blake.” Puffing your chest out you turned away from Thor’s amused smile to glare at the raven haired prince who was watching you with curiosity.

“I’m guessing Donald Blake is a fake name, I don’t care. All I know is that I didn’t hack into that stupid computer using your name,” You shoved a finger into Thor’s chest before pausing and smiling, “Susan loves you by the way, you’d make her day if you visited.” Turning back around to Loki you noticed he’d close his book and sat up, your nerves were getting the better of you now as he stood up to his full height.

He’s taller than I thought he’d be.

“Anyway, you’re overdue on a book I want so I’ve tracked you down so you can return it.” Placing your hands on your hips you nodded once, signalling that you were finished. 

Loki’s mouth fell agape slightly before looking off to the side confused. Your confidence and bravado that had spurred you on had left, the adrenaline in your veins was replaced with fire as you felt yourself getting more embarrassed with each beat of silence.

Thor had taken to sitting on the couch that Loki was leaning on, a large smile plastered onto his distractingly attractive face. “You hacked into the libraries system?” Loki clarified.

You nodded. “Found our name and address?”

Oh god.

Came here, let yourself in.”

Oh no.

Knocked on our door and now you’re demanding a book back so that you may read it?”

I sound like a freakin’ psycho.

Thor looked between me and his brother who at that moment in time, had his head cocked to the left and was studying you very intently.

“How did you get into the building?” Thor laughed, taking a swig of whatever was in the bright rainbow coloured mug. 

Oh god now I’m gonna sound insane, officially insane. You thought before clasping your hands behind your back, rocking on the balls of your feet. “There’s a very nice lady upstairs, and uh, I told her that I’d flew in from California to see my boyfriend, Donald.” Thor clasped Loki on the shoulder and stood up taking his rainbow mug and his chuckles with him down the corridor.

You panicked, how could the god of thunder leave you with the god who’d tried to take over your planet not even 5 years earlier? Movement caught your eye as you watched Loki move with every bit of elegance you’d expect from a prince over to a leaning pile of books in the corner. 

He didn’t seem as bad as every said really, watching him move books from the top to the bottom before moving the pile all together to sift through another you began to wonder.

“Which one’s your favourite?” You asked quietly, his hands pausing for a moment before carrying on with their task. You left it there, you’d already made yourself look like a lunatic and didn’t want to annoy the trickster god anymore by asking him mundane questions. 

He seemed to find what he was looking for and straightened up, walking over to where you were with three very purposeful strides. “Here,” He spoke softly, handing you the book you’d come for. You smiled and flicked through the pages out of habit. “It’s this series actually.”

Your smile dropped as you looked up to him, realising that he was answering your question after all. “I rather liked this series, of all the boring books earth has to offer these one’s are rather amusing I suppose.” 

“If you like these one’s then any of the books written by Neil Gaiman would probably suit you,” You let out a breathy laugh as you tucked the book into your rucksack. “His stories are about norse gods actually, and how they -” You stopped as you realised you were babbling again, with a wave of your hand you glanced at the door. “You don’t care, why would you? I should get out of your hair, thanks for the book.” You turned to leave as Thor entered the room again.

Waving at him over Loki’s shoulder you turned back to the raven haired god, “Maybe I’ll see you at the library sometime,” You smiled at him as you pulled the door open, “bring money, Susan says you’ve a hefty fine waiting for you!” You laughed nervously before closing the door behind you. 

Mind whirling from meeting two very handsome gods, you leaned against the wall as you waited for the elevator to arrive. “Book lady!” Your head whipped round to see Thor standing in the doorway to the apartment you’d just exited.

“Yeah?” You answered as you saw Loki glancing nervously between his brother and you, “What’s your name?” Thor boomed as the lift arrived with a ding.

You grinned, “Y/N.” Stepping into the lift you tried to ignore the quiet bickering that was going on between the two brothers. You pressed the button for the ground floor but it wasn’t moving, and the doors wouldn’t close either. Watching as Thor grinned at his brother while talking quietly you began to stroll back over to the pair.

“Not to sound imposing, but the elevator’s broke.” Loki glared hard at Thor once more before watching his brother walk away. 

Loki’s mouth opened and then closed again, looking off the the side you followed his gaze but found nothing of interest.

“You ok Loki?” His head snapped back with wide eyes.

He cleared his throat and nodded, “Would you like to get coffee?” He asked quickly, glancing behind him at Thor who was grinning like a mad man.

Once again you felt yourself warm up as you nodded a bit too quickly, “I think I’d really like that.” Loki’s face relaxed as he grabbed a jacket from the coat stand and pulled the door shut. “You take every girl who tracks you down for books out for coffee?” You teased, taking the stairs with him.

He smirked as he held the glass entry door for you, “Only the ones called Y/N.”

anonymous asked:

I’m not really sure what I’m doing but I really like the ficlets you write and love reading anything that’s about Stiles being underestimated by another pack or at a convention and then being a complete bamf so idk if I did this right but could you maybe do something like that pretty please?

Don’t mess with the emissaries.

That was rule number one of these conventions, drilled into Phoebe’s head since the first year she attended: do not mess with another pack’s emissary.

Apparently not all packs received the same annual lecture and accompanying etiquette quiz.

Question #1: What do you never mess with while at the convention?

A. Another pack’s emissary

There was no option B.

There was no need for an option B, because the only person who would ever, in their wildest dreams, choose anything other than A was looking for an all out pack war, and no sane person went looking for those.

Also it was against convention rules and it was one of the few ways to never be invited back, which cut that pack off from a lot of valuable networking opportunities. Being blacklisted by the convention was a surefire way to never get any allies anywhere, because news traveled fast in the supernatural community. 

Really fast.

Anything that happened at the convention was known from coast to coast by midnight, internationally by sunrise, depending on time zones. Literally anything.

Hotels weren’t properly soundproofed by any means, so every argument, hookup, standoff, and blowout were on display for anyone within supernatural earshot–and everyone else was filled in over the waffle bar the next morning. Werewolves were a gossipy bunch; it wasn’t their finest trait.

So naturally, when a commotion started brewing in one of the conference rooms across the lobby, everyone rushed to get a firsthand view, and Phoebe was no exception.

She wasn’t proud of it, but secondhand accounts were notoriously unreliable, and honestly, the convention was boring. She hated networking, the hotel food was bland, and her alpha had strictly forbid the attending pack members from ordering any movies. She was a little desperate for entertainment.

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Anonymous said:could you do any variation on a hero x villain type of snippet, preferably with hero held prisoner by the villain //  Anonymous said:I absolutely love your writing!!! Could I request a snippet about a villainous crush?


“You’re having nightmares again,” the villain said quietly. 

The hero’s shoulders stiffened. They bit back a ‘no wonder’ and did their best to smooth their expression blank, but bleary from lack of sleep and still gasping from a quick awakening hiding their face completely seemed the better option. 

The cold seeped through the bare soles of their feet. The hero’s fingers tightened on the window edge. 

The villain’s footsteps came closer behind them. The hero clamped down on the instinctive urge to turn - seeing what was coming didn’t make much of a difference anymore. A warm hand rubbed (presumably) soothing circles against their corded muscles. 

“Was it me again?” the villain asked. 

It seemed a spectacularly cruel question to ask in so soft and concerned a voice, as if that didn’t just make it worse. 

The villain’s gaze burned into the side of their face. One hand reached up, capturing their chin to turn their head for a better look. A gentle thumb wiped away a tear. “Ah, of course it is.”

It had been two months. Two months, three days, and one hour. A murky early morning so early as to still be called night, swollen and heavy with rain clouds as oppressive as the ‘kind’ hand on their back. 

The hero’s jaw clenched. They jerked their head away. 

“I told you that you should take those pills I got you,” the villain said. “They’ll help you sleep. You need rest. Look at you, you’re getting all worn around the edges.”

“Heavens forbid,” they spat. Heavens forbid that the villain’s trophy be anything other than perfect. “I’m not taking anything you give me!” 

The villain sighed. 

It seemed a threat. To have them sedated and groggy, drugged food and drink, or maybe just strapped down with a needle in their arm if they refused to come down to dinner. Because three square meals a day was healthy and they were clearly incapable of looking after themselves. The hero wanted to snarl. Mostly they wanted to sob.  

“Come on, come back to bed.” 

The hero let themselves be pulled along, mostly because they were too tired not to and because they didn’t want to see what the villain would do if they didn’t. 

The villain switched on the bedside lamp, picked up the hero’s book discarded on the bedside table (what else was there to do, except read and plot and fight and the fighting was like mashing their head against the wall - painful and getting them nothing but a dull ache). They started reading aloud.

The hero studied their face, uneasily. 

Two months, three days, one hour and twenty minutes, and they still didn’t know what to make of this. Of any of this. If they ever got themselves caught they expected death, or public humiliation, or some other unamed and awful thing. 

This seemed an unnamed and awful thing, but far more difficult to get at. It was too cruel to be kindness, and too merciful to be cruelty. The villain had simply said they couldn’t allow the hero to keep fighting them. They hadn’t, overtly, tried to persuade them to switch sides. They hadn’t questioned them for information. They’d just…kept them. It was unnerving. Kept them in a nice room, supplied them with paints and books and whatever food or drink they asked for within reason. 

None of it made any sense at all! Worse, they had their growing theories. 

Two months, three days, one hour and twenty one minutes and they had yet to see what the trick was, see the mask crack if this was some attempt at stockholm syndrome, some manipulation. 

“I dreamed,” the hero said, an edge in their voice, “that you were in love with me.” It was a lie, and a truth, and they wanted to see what the villain would say. 

The villain’s voice cut off. Their hands froze around the book. 
“Truly, a nightmare,” they murmured. “I can see exactly why you woke up screaming and crying. It’s by far my worst crime yet, love.”

Shit. The hero released a breath.. 

The villain touched them, frequently. A hand on their arm, through their hair, on their cheek. But not like that. It hadn’t been like that, they had never even raised the suggestion. The look on their face was obvious sometimes, but they’d hoped it was just an empty heat. Without heart. The hero could have dealt with that, used that, grabbed a fistful of the strings of that and used it to choke the bastard with. 

People in lust were predictable. Easy. What they wanted was relatively simple and, in essence, it was always the same. People in love were the most dangerous creatures in the world. They didn’t all love simply, or kindly, or with reason. Lust faded. Love did not. 

“It is when you don’t love someone back.” 

“I wouldn’t need you to love me back. I need you to be safe and not to fight me.”

“This isn’t funny.” 

“I’m not laughing.” The villain glanced over, then, and the look on their face was utterly cold. “It’s a nightmare. I meant every word.”

The hero…honestly didn’t know what to say to that. The silence stretched, them wide-eyed and the villain watching them flatly. The silence stretched more, until the hero simply couldn’t bear the weight of it - thick with the early morning, the unsaid things, the heartbreak that anyone would love like that or think their love a bad dream. 

They looked away, first. “Keep reading.”

It was the only thing they both enjoyed in these late night early mornings - to be someone else for a while. Just until the sun rose.

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Prompt: The reader and Bucky return to tower after a messy mission, they need to release some pent up aggression. 

Word Count: 3,701ish (I regret nothing) 

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Slight angst, little fluff (If you squint), Swearing, Grinding, Hair pulling, biting, dirty talk, Unprotected sex (Yall better wrap it in real life, this is fiction) NSFW gif (Only two, I did not want to overdo it.) 

A/N: All these new photo-shoot pics and endless videos Sebastian has been providing lately has me soo fucked up in all the right and wrong places. I tried to think of a plot but nah, fuck it. This is my first full on plot-less smut so if it is bad my apologies. This is the absolute dirtiest piece I have ever written and I am SO NERVOUS If you are under 18, don’t read, if you are over 18, I really hope you enjoy. To be tagged and for future tags let me know! My ask box is alive and Requests are open. Feedback is appreciated! 



There were not many things that surprised you anymore. Being an Avenger, along with being friends with every single member of the team had you expectant and knowing on everything about them and vice versa. Of course, that was expected in order to be the best team you could be on the battlefield, the other details were learned just from spending so much time with each other. You each read each other like a book. All of your strengths and weaknesses, your best combat moves, what you liked on your toast, you all were closer than even the best of friends, and you would not change it for the world.  

Being as close as you were to everyone, you can imagine your surprise when you found out that your boyfriend Bucky Barnes was a raging sex machine. You should have expected it to be honest, you loved studying psychology as a side hobby, and according to many respected professors the silent types were always the ones that were the most extroverted in intimate physical and emotional situations. Bucky was the most introverted out of everyone. He loved long silent walks on the beach, spent a good few hours each night working out in an empty gym, and he always tied to stay close to the corners of the room during Tony’s extravagant parties. Maybe it was because he looked so innocent and so fragile, that it was hard at first to come to terms with knowing the blue-eyed soldier got off on hair pulling, public sex and talk so dirty even repenting would not cleanse your tainted souls.

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10 Letters To My Soulmate

An anonymous ask requested a soulmate-themed Drabble, here it is!


On Wednesday morning at breakfast, an owl from OSA (Owling Soulmates Anonymous) was delivered to Draco Malfoy. It read:

Dear Soulmate,

I know it might be odd that I’m contacting you now, since I’ve never tried to before, but I decided that I just have to know that you exist. Since this program started, nearly everyone I know has written to their soulmate and found something, or rather, someone, amazing. I kept wondering why you never reached out, but maybe you have never even heard of this program. I don’t know. Maybe you have heard of this program but you don’t want to know me. I just know that I’ve been through a lot through the last year, and if you’re out there somewhere feeling as broken as I do, then maybe we can help each other heal. Or something.

-Anonymous

On Friday afternoon, while Harry and Ron were watching Flitwick put up Christmas decorations in the Great Hall, a return owl from OSA was delivered to Harry Potter. It read:

Dear Soulmate,

The reason that I have not tried to contact you is not because I don’t want to know you, but because I feel that you do not want to know me. Trust me, whoever you are, you deserve more than me. Regardless, I hope you find happiness from someone who can actually give it to you, and I wish you a Happy Christmas. That is, if you celebrate Christmas.

-Anonymous

Draco was busying himself in his eighth year dorm on Friday night by organizing his books in alphabetical order of the author’s last name when a second owl from OSA arrived.

Dear Soulmate,

Please don’t push me away. I want to know you no matter who you are.

Also, I think it’s quite pretentious of you to assume that I deserve more than you have to offer. I could be anyone, even a mass murderer. I mean I’m not a mass murderer, but still.

And if you’re wondering, I do celebrate Christmas. I don’t have a family to share it with, but my friends are very welcoming. I like to think that if these letters work out, we could even spend Christmas together. But since you’re being so presumptuous and prat-like, I guess we won’t.

-Anonymous

On Saturday morning, an owl tapped on Harry’s dorm window. Harry rushed to open it, and when he took the letter and sent the owl off, he saw that it was an OSA letter and his heart skipped a beat.

He looked at his roommate’s bed to see if he was still there. The bed was made and it seemed that he had left for the day, which was odd, since it was still very early, and he had been up late organizing his books. ‘Oh well,’ Harry thought, and he went ahead and read the letter.

Dear Soulmate,

I don’t see how I can be the prat when you’re the one who insulted me. And, in my opinion, it is presumptuous of you to think that while you could be a mass murderer, I could not be. Of course, like you, I only point that out for the sake of argument, and I am most certainly not a mass murderer. But I am by no means a good person. For the past six months or so I have been trying to make up for all the awful things I’ve done, yet nothing I do can erase the sins of my past. If you were to meet me, know who I am and what I’ve done, you would not want to spend Christmas with me. You’d want to get as far away from me as possible.

I’m sorry that you have no family. I don’t have a great family, but I cannot even imagine how it must feel to have none at all. I’m glad that you have good friends whom you can love and trust. If you didn’t have friends like that, I’d have to send you a puppy or some other sort of pet so that you would not be alone on Christmas.

Truly, soulmate, I want the best for you, but please don’t write to me again. I am a horrible, horrible person and you should not waste your time with me.

-Anonymous

Draco sighed when yet another OSA owl came to him on Sunday morning in the library. He set aside the textbooks he’d been studying and prepared himself to read the message from his soulmate.

Dear Soulmate,

I believe that you’ve done terrible things. I’ve done terrible things too. I killed someone in a war and it haunts me everyday. It breaks my heart to think that you have to carry the weight of your mistakes even as you try to make up for them. All I want to do is lighten that weight and prove to you that you can be loved despite that. And I hope you know that having done horrible, horrible things does not make you a horrible, horrible person. I can tell that you have a good heart just by your statement that you would send me a puppy to keep me company on Christmas. That’s a really sweet thing to say, you know.

And if your family isn’t the best then you’re free to join my friends and I. Of course, that would mean confessing your identity, which you should only do if you’re sure that you want to meet me. Until then, I’d like it if we kept sending each other letters. Your words make me smile and make me forget about the nightmares I’ve lived through for a while.

-Anonymous

Harry smiled when a third OSA letter arrived for him on Monday.

“Is that from them?” Hermione asked, noticing Harry’s wide smile.

Harry blushed. “Weren’t you about to go to your dorm?”

Hermione rolled her eyes, but she left the Eighth Year Common Room so Harry could read the letter in privacy.

Dear Soulmate,

I have to admit, I am surprised by you. When I used to think of who you might be, I imagined a perfect person with no flaws whatsoever. I think I like you better now that I can tell you’re a real person. You’re understanding and thoughtful and you seem loyal, but you have made mistakes too. I’m sorry that you have to suffer because of those mistakes, though.  

I agree now that we should keep sending letters. Especially since they make you smile. (Don’t let it go to your head, but your letters bring a smile to my face as well.)

-Anonymous

Harry was just finishing up the letter with a sappy smile on his face when Draco entered the common room.

“Malfoy? You’re out late,” Harry said.

“I was in the Owlery. I had, uh, a Christmas card to send.” For some reason Malfoy was blushing. “I’ll just be heading up to our room then.” Malfoy hurried up to his and Harry’s shared room and Harry stayed in the Common Room to reread the letter a few times.

It wasn’t until later, when Harry was lying awake in bed, that he realized the implications of Malfoy being in the Owlery just before he received his soulmate’s letter. ‘Could Malfoy be my soulmate?’ Harry thought.

Draco got a reply from his soulmate sooner on Tuesday, when he was helping Goyle wrap his presents. Goyle looked over Draco’s shoulder, trying to catch sight of what the letter said. Draco pushed Goyle away with a laugh. “It’s for my eyes only, Goyle.”

Goyle shrugged and went back to work wrapping the wand case he bought for Pansy.

Draco left the room to read the letter alone, not able to keep a smile off his face.

Dear Soulmate,

I must, unfortunately, inform you that your comment about my letters making you smile did indeed go to my head and all day I have been strutting around with a proud look on my face. My friends tell me that I look ridiculous. I don’t care. I’ve been feeling happy lately, because of you, and I want everyone to know that. I, like you, have found a certain comfort in knowing that my soulmate is out there, that they’re a real person, who can be sweet and can also be a prat.

By the way, my offer to spend Christmas with you still stands. Now that we both know that we’re accepted by each other unconditionally, there should be little standing our way of being together. Of course, I will still understand if you want to remain anonymous. And I will also understand if you don’t want to be with me and would prefer to just be friends.

Anyhow, if you decide to not join me for Christmas I’ve decided that I will get you that puppy which you promised me. I don’t even know if you like dogs, but I have such good taste in pets that I am sure you’ll like the one I get you regardless. I’ll let you name him, but if I may suggest a name, Padfoot is an excellent one.

-Anonymous

Draco’s smile stayed all day long. When he returned to his room after helping Goyle with the last of his gifts, he found Potter already inside on his bed, flipping through a gift catalog.

“What’re you smiling for?” Potter asked, smirk on his face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Draco said. He tucked the letter in his bedside table drawer and hummed as he looked for a book from the uber-organized bookshelf.

Draco’s humming was so loud that he didn’t hear Potter whisper, “I think I do know.”

Harry’s reply didn’t come until Thursday, Christmas Eve.

Dear Soulmate,

I’m sorry I couldn’t respond sooner, but I’ve been busy. My roommate has been forcing me to spend time with him. We walked through the snow and went sledding (Have you ever been sledding? It’s much more fun than I thought it would be) and made Christmas cookies. I’ve never spent too much time with my roommate before, but it turns out that he’s actually fun. He and I were laughing practically the entire day. I’m only sorry that doing all that prevented me from writing to you.

Concerning Christmas, please do not send me a puppy. I’m not allowed to have one in my room, and my parents certainly would not take of it for me until I had a place of my own to keep it in. However, now that I give more thought to the idea, I suppose my roommate might help me keep the puppy a secret.

I think Padfoot is an odd, yet intriguing, name, by the way.

Happy Christmas Eve.

-Anonymous

Harry quickly wrote out a reply and rushed to the Owlery. He wanted his letter to get to Draco before it was officially Christmas.

Draco got his new OSA letter while in the kitchen, helping the house elves prepare food for the feast tomorrow.

“Hold on, Tink, I’ve got to read this, then I’ll help you with the turkey.”

Dear Soulmate,

Your roommate sounds amazing. Like, the most awesome bloke in the world. I’ll bet he’s good looking, too. He probably has charmingly messed up black hair and enchantingly bright green eyes. Does he play Quidditch too? Perhaps he’s a Seeker. Perhaps he was even the youngest Seeker in a century. Blimey, he’s sounds so talented that I bet you never caught the Snitch before him. Luckily, I think he likes you despite your less than par Seeker skills. I think he likes you as much as I do. He probably wants to buy you a puppy and spend Christmas with you just like I do.

Now, after I’ve thought about it, I’ve realized your roommate and I are very similar. In fact, one might even say that we’re one and the same.

-Anonymous

“Sorry, Tink, I can’t help with the turkey. I’m so sorry, but I really have to go. Good luck!”

Harry was caught off guard when, while he was pacing the floor of his dorm room, Draco walked in, his face red from running and his eyes shining with- happiness?

“Did you get-” Draco started, and then a tapping could be heard on the window.

Harry went to open the window and retrieve the OSA letter from the owl. He shut the window and went to sit on his bed as he opened and read the letter. Draco was holding his breath.

Dear Soul/Roommate,

Potter? Meet me in our room as soon as possible.

-Not So Anonymous

(P.S. I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you.)

Everything in the room was silent except for the sound of parchment sliding against parchment as Harry refolded the letter and tucked it back inside the envelope.

“So, I guess we’re-”

“Soulmates? Yeah.” Harry smiled at Draco and slowly Draco began to smile too.

Harry stood up, walked to Draco, took his hand, and said, “I hope you know I wasn’t kidding about the puppy.”

Draco laughed, as he had been expecting Harry to say something more profound, and then he was surprised again when Harry interrupted his laugh to place a kiss on his lips.

~College!au Pen Pal Jimin~PART FOURTEEN: END

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Jimin’s heart was racing as he jogged to the campus’ cafe. Sure, you were blunt and usually said what was on your mind, you managed to beat around the bush with the question he asked. 

Instead of giving Jimin an answer, you decided to ask to meet up to ‘settle’ this, whatever this was, in person.

Jimin, although nervous, was excited to see you again. He never made the final move to get your number at the party and he definitely wasn’t going to let you slip out of his fingers again. 

Approaching the cafe, Jimin let out a shaky sigh. It was the intervention he wasn’t even expecting. When he thought about meeting his pen pal weeks ago, he never felt nervous although he had caught quite the liking to you. But now finding out you were THE girl who made him open up his heart by being so accepting of the real him? 

Real him, he thought to himself with a scoff. Would you even believe the guy you talked to at the party was the real him? Or did you think that he was just trying to appeal to you in hoped of sleeping with you later?

He didn’t have time to answer his nerve-wracking questions because he caught sight of you–of course he remembered what you looked like; your image was glued to his mind–wearing sweats and most likely a sweatshirt way too large for you. 

Smiling softly at your being, he approached while watching you bounce your knee up and down and stare at the tea before you intently.


Your thoughts were a jumbled mess. Your stomach was doing flip flops and you heart was beating a miles a minute. Why did you agree to this?

After Jimin sent you the inevitable ‘do you like me too?’ text, you couldn’t even answer that to yourself. Instead of replying you agreed on meeting him at your campus’ cafe. 

What was he going to act like? 

Better yet, what did you want him to act like?

You just wanted him to be honest. Honest with you, but most importantly honest with himself.

“Y/N?”

You snapped your head up at the voice and gave a wary smile.

“Park Jimin,” You greeted, gesturing to the seat across from you for him.

“Jimin is just fine, you know?” Jimin smiled and took a seat.

“Sorry,” You apologized before moving you tea closer to you to take a sip. “So, my pen pal is the famous Jimin that I’ve heard so much about. How many girls want to be in my shoes?” You asked before taking a long sip.

Jimin chuckled and shook his head. “You wouldn’t believe me,” He sighed before taking a long look at you, “But I’m glad it’s you.”

“Oh really?” You wiggled your eyebrows, “You mean you loved flirting with me only to be constantly rejected?” 

Looking away for a split second, he rolled his eyes with a grin, “No–o. We had nice conversations that I’ve never had with another girl before. Y/N, I don’t think you understand how much you’ve grown on me.”

“I tend to be a blessing to people’s lives,” you flipped your hair behind your shoulder. Jimin laughed, causing his eyes to crinkle into a shape resembling crescent moons.

“I agree. Plus, I think you rejecting me really gave me a reality check. If I could be so easily rejected because you didn’t know who I was, that tells a lot about my reputation. I’m so used to people just begging for my attention but with you, I felt like I was begging for yours,” He finished his statement quietly. 

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. You always discarded Jimin’s flirting with a roll of your eyes over text but now knowing who he really was made your original thoughts about him change. He never gave up on you. Well, until you made your deal but still, he managed to squeeze in a few texts of endearment. 

“And then our talk at the party? Man, that really opened my eyes. It was the first conversation with a girl that didn’t have to do with flirting. You had no idea who I was and I was able to express my true thoughts and feelings.”

“You talked about yourself, too. I could tell you had a connection to ‘Jimin,’ but I didn’t even think that you were him. I noticed you were often, how do I say, at war with yourself, and very careful with what you said at first,” You said softly.

“Yeah,” He agreed with a long sigh, “I knew if I said the wrong thing to expose myself, you wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore.”

“How do you know that? Since when we first spoke, you were nothing but honest with me. Well, besides your identity. Even if I found out who you were at the end of the night, I would’ve been the only girl who new the real Park Jimin.”

“I didn’t know. People are so judgmental nowadays. A few weeks ago I found out my friend Jungkook’s pen pal didn’t tell him who she really was because the first time they met he looked so disappointed. By a single look, her self esteem was crushed and she decided not to tell him.”

“What happened to them?”

“They became best friends! Meanwhile Jungkook was falling for her and his pen pal unknown to him that they were the same person. Heh, I guess I could relate to that. After a bunch of drama with her fake friend, Jungkook found out and he felt terrible.”

“And?” You were on the edge of your seat. Was his friend forgiven? Were they still friends?

“Oh. They’re dating now,” He finished off.

“They are?”

“Yeah, she loved him. And he realized he loved her after she was out of his life for a while. It’s a really long story, believe me.”

“Well at least by the end, neither of them were judgmental. Jungkook obviously learned from his mistake and his pen pal didn’t judge him after all the drama and instead forgave him,” You pointed out.

“It took an entire intervention! It took me and Taehyung for them to finally settle the truth.”

“I can assure you, I’m not like that.”

“I didn’t know that then. Besides, what if you did know things about me and you were just like the other girls? For once I wanted to be a nobody.”

“You know,” You began, a smile stretching on your face. “I like this Jimin. If you don’t like the reputation you have, why don’t you just change, though?”

“It’s hard to. It’s hard to be something society expects you not to be.”

“Screw society. Be whoever the hell you want to be. If I was who everybody thought I’d be, I’d be nose in books and not caring toward anyone else on the planet.”

Jimin stared at you in admiration. How were you so accepting?

“Listen, I know we met up so I can answer your question but can I ask you this really vital question first?”

Jimin widened his eyes and nodded. “Of course.”

“Am I really the girl who changed the dear fuckboy?” You teased with a smile.

Sighing at the lack of seriousness in your question, he rolled his eyes. “I think so, my love.”

“Okay no really. One question: If I was another girl, would you still have the same feelings for me?”

He thought about the question for a moment. “I’m always going to like the girl at the party. If the girl I was texting wasn’t you, she wouldn’t have had the same effect on me. You were you and nobody would’ve replaced how I felt about you the first time we met.”

“So you don’t think it’s pure coincidence me and the girl at the party are the same person.”

“My love, nothing is an accident.”

“Then yes, Park Jimin. My dear fuckboy, I’ve had feelings for you since the  ‘have you ever fallen in love?’ conversation we had. It was our first real conversation and it really won me over.”

“You mean, you’ve liked me for a while now? And you made no move?”

“And give you the satisfaction and inflate your ego? No thanks,” You laughed.

“You know, I think even if we didn’t have the conversation about how I found out you were my pen pal, I still would’ve figured it out.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

Giving him a skeptical look, you asked, “How?”

“There was one thing–one statement–you two said that I didn’t remember until now.”

“Oh yeah? What was that?” 

He leaned in close enough to be only a few centimeters away from your and your breath hitched in your throat. 

“’In your dreams boi.’“ 

Before you could scoff at your repetitive phrase, he placed his lips on yours and this time you thought, Hm maybe he was right all those months ago when we first spoke. You don’t want this to be a dream.


L:ASDLASDKL ITS OVER AND IDK HOW I FEEL ABOUT IT AHHHHH!! HOW WAS IT FAM? DID YOU LIKE IT??? PLS LET ME KNOW HERE!!

Hehehe even tho during the piece of their convo at the party didn’t include the iconic, in your dreams boi, SOMEWHERE IN THAT CONVO THROUGH THE NIGHT IT WAS THERE HAHA

WHo’s ready for Jin’s pen pal bc his is next!!! (im sensing lots of fluff)

Love y’all!!!<333

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A/N: Heyho you guys! Have you opened the first little door of your advent calendars already? ;-) I’m so hyped for Christmas, gahh! Here goes my first Christmas Imagine! Tagging @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen because it’s based on her prompts! Have fun reading!

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Warnings: ONE MAJOR SPOILER FOR THOR: RAGNAROK, smut, dub-con, spanking, incubus!Loki

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EXO REACT: To you moaning their name in your sleep

(LOW-KEY SMUT WARNING BUT NOT ALL OF THEM INCLUDE SMUT)

XIUMIN:

Xiumin had gotten in late after training, so he was still winding down by reading a book in bed, you sleeping right next to him. Whilst he was sitting up, you were cuddled into his side, an arm draped over his chest. 

He was simply playing with your hair and tracing patterns over you arm nonchalantly when he heard a loud sigh fall from your puffed out lips. He glanced down from his book, but went back to it once you didn’t make another sound. However, when he heard his name fall from your lips in an exasperated whine, he placed down his book. At first he thought you were in pain, maybe asking for help.

“Y/n?” He would try not to move too much just in case you were still asleep - which you were - and brushed a hair out of your face that had fallen over your eyes. Although when he felt your leg tighten around his and his name in a gasp form come from you again, he knew what was happening. Smirking to himself, he knew that you two hadn’t done anything in a while due to his busy schedule, so feeling bad and wanting to please you, he placed his book down and focused all his attention on you, stroking your legs, kissing your neck and waking you up by his hair tickling the inside of your thighs.

Originally posted by ivana2299

SUHO:

You and Suho were watching a movie on the sofa when you had fallen asleep on his chest. He was playing with your hair, completely unaware that you had fallen asleep, all of his attention still on the glowing screen. Only when you had shuffled on his chest to nuzzling your face in his neck, had he peeled his eyes from the screen and helped you re-adjust. 

“Junmyeon…” He heard you sigh satisfyingly in his ear, making him snake his arms around your waist, still not realizing you were dreaming.

“Yes baby?” You moaned quietly against the skin of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine. Suho kissed your shoulder and ran his hands under you shirt tracing your sides. And suddenly he wasn’t paying the movie any more attention. You were soon waking up to him placing you gently down on your back, him hovering over you and smirking.

“That dream of yours sounded really good baby girl. Do you want to go through it again?”

Originally posted by suhomysuho

LAY:

Lay heard you moaning his name when he walked back upstairs in the middle of the night from getting a glass of water. He walked in the room to see the covers clinging to your body, you face contorted and twisting from side to side. It didn’t take long to register in Yixing’s mind what was going on as he could recognise those sort of moans anywhere.

He approached you confidentally, placing the water on the bedside table before getting back into bed with you and waking you up with a warm and heated kiss. Once you were aware of the situation and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him more into you, he trailed his kisses down your jaw and to your neck, so he could lick and whisper in your ear.

“Tell me how good I was fucking you in your dream princess.”

Originally posted by lullabyun

BAEKHYUN:

Baekhyun hissed, his eyes jumping open at the sudden pain he felt in his shoulder. He looked around hazily, still slightly asleep, and took a look at where he felt the pain. Your hand was there, clinging onto his shirt where he felt your nails dig into his skin. Confused, he looked down at you, where one of his hands was wrapped around you, pulling you into his side, his hand resting on your upper thigh. He watched contently as you scrunched your face together and shuffled against his side again. 

“Fuck, Baekhyun…”

Baekhyun’s eyes widened when he heard the words sleepily fall from your pouted lips. Undeniably, he was instantly turned on, silently praying to himself that you would say something again, but all he got was a whine and your leg intertwining with his. He groaned as you involentarily shuffled against his thigh.

Once he had enough teasing, despite you literally not being conscious, he took your hand from his shoulder and pinned it to your side, crawling in between your legs, causing your eyes to shoot open and be met with his hungry ones.

“You sound so hot when you moan my name y/n.”

Originally posted by blondejongin

CHEN:

Chen stood in front of the mirror, doing up his tie for work. Your body was left unconscious, tangled in the mound of blankets that you and him had been sleeing comfortably in together not long before.

You had been tossing and turning all morning, but Chen had just pushed it off as you trying to get comfortable. That was until he heard a muffled, barely translatable, moan come from the bed where you were sound asleep in.

“Chen, baby please…”

He looked over to you, stopping midway through his tie, and smiling to himself. It made him feel so happy how even in your dreams, when he wasn’t even touching you physically, you were dreaming about him, and in this way. He walked over to you and kissed your head; as much as he wanted to stay in that bed with you all day making you feel good, he had to go to work. But before he went, he was sure to leave a little note:

“I hope I made you feel good this morning princess, but it’ll be even better when I get home XX”

Originally posted by daenso

CHANYEOL:

Chanyeol’s eyes were focused on the TV, not really paying much attention to you sound asleep on his shoulder next to him. That was until, a breathy moan of his name grasped his attention from the show. His mouth turned upwards into a grin and he watched your eyebrows furrow together and a frustrated groan fall from your puffy lips. There was no doubt that Chanyeol found this the hands down most sexiest thing of his life. His hand ran up your thigh that was resting on his lap, and he leant down to kiss your neck gently, slowly starting to wake you up. He smirked when your eyes opened to meet his.

“I know you just woke up baby, but do you mind telling me what that dream was, so whatever happened in it I can do to you right now?”

Originally posted by blondejongin

KYUNGSOO:

Kyungsoo looked at you, frozen from his place on the bed. You were an unconscious boyd lying next to him in bed. He didn’t quite know what to do; wake you up or leave you be. Although the more he seemed to leave you to calmly sleep, the more fidgeting and vocal you were becoming. 

He sat up in bed, watching you as you twisted and turned in the bed sheets.

“Y/n?” His voice whispered as he brushed a hair out of your face. “Y/n baby…”

It didn’t take much more of his delicate touches to awaken you from your dream, and although you were disapointed, you couldn’t complain to a sleepy Kyungsoo, hovering over you calling you baby.

Originally posted by daenso

KAI:

Jongin was sat up on his side, watching you as you were asleep. He was always the first one of you to wake up in the morning and he loved to admire your sleeping frame and the way you breathing was so deep. He was in the middle of stroking up and down you side when he heard a breathy moan escape your lips.

“Jongin…”

A smirk instantly appeared on his face and his hands started to rail lower than just your waist, lingering high up on your thigh, watching as your eyebrows furrowed together more. He was going to see how much it took to wake you from your dream about him.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

SEHUN:

You and Sehun both had the day off and were spending it relaxing on the sofa, watching movies and just hanging out. Your head was on his lap, and Sehun was completely unaware to your dozed off state. His attention was drawn to his phone as his hands slowly brushed through your hair, massaging your scalp as you slept.

“Sehun…” 

“Yeah babe?” Sehun didn’t look away from his phone when he heard his name from you, thinking you were going to ask him to get you something - not that he probably would have anyway.

“Sehun…”

“Yeah?” His slightly annoyed tone left him when he saw you asleep on his lap, mouth agape and hands clenching. A smirked triumphantly, the idea of you having a dirty dream about him boosting his ego. He let his hand trace the inner side of your thigh.

“I love that you’re begging for me even in your sleep.”

Originally posted by khunwufan

His Royal Fury

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

Pairing: Loki x Reader (ft. Tony, Steve, Thor, and Natasha)

Content/Warnings: angst; fluff; implied rape

Words: 1570

A/N: This turned out a lot longer than I expected it to, but… it turned out pretty well. I went a little away from the anon request but it basically follows what was asked:

a Loki x reader imagine where reader is basically getting harassed and she doesn’t tell Loki, and when he finds out he’s furious? Something with the prompt “did he touch you?” and it ends with the guy who harassed reader getting caught by a very angry Loki and lots of cuddling and fluff

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You hadn’t been sure about Loki at first. When he had first moved into Stark Tower - or Avengers Tower, as it was now referred to - you made an effort to avoid the younger Asgardian prince as much as possible. He couldn’t be trusted, and it was as simple as that. At least, you thought it was.

The two of you had bonded late one night, when everyone else was asleep. You had a nightmare, and had taken to wandering the tower, stumbling upon Loki in the library. The two of you had bonded over your mutual love for books, and an uneasy friendship had formed. And from that uneasy friendship, over the course of a rocky few weeks which turned slowly into a smoother few months, something beautiful bloomed between you and Loki. Yes, he still had issues, but you helped him through them. You helped him realize that there were better ways to solve problems then through violence.

You helped him learn how to love again.

Loki was a perfect gentleman, and all that a person could ask for in a boyfriend. Despite his reputation, he was sweet and loving. He cared about you, you were his love and his redemption, and he’d be damned before he let anything happen to you. And if he found out someone was hurting you, well… he’d make them wish for something as sweet as pain.

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Thaaaaank you @alwaysfangirly!! 💖 And omg, you’re so kind! And so patient! Because this took me forever and you were so sweet about it! 💖 I hope you like what I did with it! (Even though it might be kinda messy and confusing…) Oh, and I also posted it on AO3, because… well, once more, it turned out longer than I intended…



“Pansy, where was I yesterday?”

“What?”

“What was I doing? Did you see me talking to anyone?”

Draco paced the length of the eighth year common room, feeling Pansy’s intent stare on him.

“Those are really odd questions to ask. Have you lost your mind?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Draco muttered, stopping in front of the fireplace. “I think someone obliviated me. No, I am sure someone obliviated me.”

He heard Pansy get off the armchair and walk over to him.

“Are you sure? Why would someone do that to you?”

“That’s what I’d like to know,” Draco growled.

“But how can you be sure you’ve been obliviated? I mean, isn’t the point of obliviating someone that they… well, forget?”

Draco scratched the back of his neck, nodding absentmindedly.

“Something just felt off when I woke up this morning. I was sure it was Wednesday but then I saw the Daily Prophet and realised it was already Thursday. I remember everything until Tuesday night and waking up today. But if I try to think about what happened yesterday, my mind just goes blank. I’ve been racking my brain all day long. It’s the only explanation, Pansy. I-”

Draco stopped in his tracks when he saw Potter enter the common room. Something was… weird about him today. He didn’t look at Draco. He hadn’t looked at Draco all day. He always looked at Draco. He probably thought it went unnoticed but, of course, Draco noticed. He always stared right back whenever Potter briefly averted his eyes. Always. But why was Potter avoiding his gaze today?

“Potter!” Without a moment’s hesitation, he strode over to the Gryffindor.

“Hey Malfoy,” he mumbled, his eyes on the carpet.

“Potter, is there something you want to tell me?” Draco inquired, lowering his head to catch the other boy’s eye.

“No?” the Gryffindor said, his voice slightly shaking.

“I think there is. Out with it, Potter! Something happened yesterday, I know it.”

“You do?” Potter said in astonishment, finally looking up. His eyes were full of wonder and… apprehension. “But you shouldn’t-” He broke off, pressing his mouth into a thin line.

“I shouldn’t what?” Draco said, stepping closer and narrowing his eyes. “Remember? You did it, didn’t you? You were the one who obliviated me.”

Potter was trying very hard to keep a straight face, but Draco saw right through him.

“The question is,” he said slowly, lowering his voice, “why did you do it?”

Potter closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

“I’ve been feeling guilty about that all day. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Then why did you?” Draco asked.

“I panicked, okay? I didn’t do it on purpose. It was like a reflex.”

Now Draco simply had to know what had happened the day before. This sounded serious.

“Show me,” he said, grabbing Potter by the wrist.

“How-”

“There’s got to be a Pensieve around here somewhere,” Draco muttered, already dragging Potter out of the common room.

“There is, actually,” Potter mumbled behind him.


Draco looked around the memory he and Potter had just dived into. They were in the dungeons and class had just started.

“Professor, why are you showing us Amortentia again?” one of the students asked, sounding more eager than annoyed.

“Because,” Professor Slughorn said with a smile, “I want you to brew an antidote today. So everyone take a quick sniff to get in the right mood and get started.”

Draco frowned as he watched himself go into the storage room, apparently ignoring Slughorn’s instructions. His eyes then fell on Potter, Pensieve-Potter to be precise, who stood in front of the cauldron full of Amortentia. Granger and the Weasel were standing beside him, grinning at each other. It was disgusting.

“What do you smell, Harry?” the Weasel asked. Potter blinked.

“Nothing.”

“Come on, we’re your friends. You can tell us,” the Weasel insisted, elbowing him.

“No, Ron, I literally smell nothing,” Potter muttered, sounding genuinely surprised.

“That’s strange,” Granger chimed in.

“Yeah.” Potter creased his eyebrows. “I would have thought-” He stopped abruptly as Draco, well, Pensieve-Draco, came into view again, locking eyes with him.

“Professor, have you ever heard of anyone who doesn’t smell anything? In regards to Amortentia, I mean.”

“Hermione,” Potter growled through gritted teeth.

“What, she didn’t say it was you,” the Weasel shrugged. Potter slapped a hand to his forehead and Draco saw himself smirk.

“You don’t smell anything, Potter? That’s pretty pathetic.” When Pensieve-Draco simply strutted back to his desk and began chopping his ingredients, the real Draco frowned.

“So that’s the big secret? This is why you obliviated me?” he asked.

“Wait for it,” Potter mumbled. Was Draco imagining it or were Potter’s cheeks turning a bit rosy? He was biting the inside of his cheek, too, and constantly shifting his weight. He was nervous.

Intrigued, Draco watched as the class proceeded without significant interruptions.

When Slughorn dismissed them and students started hurrying out of the classroom, Draco tapped his foot impatiently. He paused when he saw his past self purposely bump into Potter, causing the Gryffindor to drop all his books.

Smirking to himself, Pensieve-Draco bent down to help Pensieve-Potter pick up his things, quickly scanning the room. They were the only ones left.

“So, you really didn’t smell anything?” Draco heard himself ask. Pensieve-Potter just scowled at him. Draco could see what Pensieve-Potter obviously didn’t; Pensieve-Draco was disappointed. “Nothing at all?”

Getting up, Pensieve-Potter slammed down his books on the desk nearest to him.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I used to smell… something. So you can save your taunts about-”

“What is that?” Pensieve-Draco suddenly asked. Potter had been draping his Gryffindor scarf around his neck but had halted at the Slytherin’s outburst. The real Draco watched closely as his past self stretched out a hand and examined the scarf.

“What is it now?” Pensieve-Potter said, sounding irritated but also slightly nervous. “It’s my scarf.”

Pensieve-Draco slowly shook his head as he drew out his wand.

“No, something is off.” He pointed his wand at the scarf and before Potter could protest or interfere, he had mumbled, “Revelio.”

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