we just need to wait a little bit more

6

We got into the last five or six minutes of the movie and it’s a very emotional ending. And…I saw Hugh just do this a little bit. I suddenly realized, Oh Lord, I need to do the same thing. And then this is what I felt. I swear. That was what happened and Hugh held my hand and of course I was done. I was finished. I’m just weeping and sobbing, but then we had to wait for the credits to roll before we could go up on stage and be introduced and while the credits were rolling cus’ they are long in these movies. I realized if this is the end, there is no more perfect and beautiful way to say au revoir, goodbye and adios than what has just happened.

[TRANS] BTS Festa 2014 - Post-its to BTS

V

“Hey V!
When hyung look at you, uh, my heart hurts so so much.
I said you just need to trust and follow hyung right?
Why don’t you know that ㅋㅋㅋ Be obedient ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Wanna gang up and fight off Suga-hyung? Deal?” - Jimin 

“Hey V…
What’s your next hair color?
I’m curious too.” - Suga 

“V, speak to the point and precisely.” - J-hope 

“V.
You’re the kind of kid that makes people love and hate at the same time.
You’re similar to me in many things but sometimes I can’t understand you… Be more obedient.
P.S. Am I weird too?” - Rap Monster 

“Be a human.” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 

“Taehyung.
I don’t mind you resting in my room when I’m not at the dorm but clean up after you go~ Let’s live cleanly at the dorm! You’re No.1 on my blacklist ㅋㅋ” - Manager 

J-HOPE 

“Hobi-hyungnim.
Hyung ㅋㅋㅋ I demand a duel with you and Suga-hyung ㅋㅋ Right now you guys think I’m cute but the day this table is turned will come soon. Wait a little bit more.” - Jimin 

“Hey Hope…
These days your variety sense is getting better.
It’s good.
But thanks to that it’s twice noisier too…” - Suga 

“Hobi-hyung.
You’re always hopeful and cheerful but I think you must go through hard times too. If you do, you can look for me and talk. I can listen to your stories. […]” - Jungkook 

“Hey J-hope.
I heard you saved my contact as ‘Kim Seokjin-hyung’.
It’s okay.
I saved yours as ‘Bighit Jung Hoseok’.” - Jin 

“You pervert… ㅡ ㅡ
For example when I’m playing games, don’t turn off the outlet.” -

“Hope.
Sometimes you’re earnest, sometimes you’re the laziest. Show the world more of your abilities.” - Rap Monster 

“Chief Jung who always work hard and look after BTS. Wait, now that you’re promoted, you became team leader Jung right? ㅎ I believe there’s no doubt you’ll get good reward and result with how hard you’ve worked. Let’s get promoted to President Jung!” - Bang Shihyuk PD 

“Team leader Jung who’s always very helpful! Thanks~” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 

RAP MONSTER 

“Hey Rapmon, shower cleanly.” - J-hope 

“If you borrow something you have to return it back.” -

“Hey Rapmon…
These days you’re not snoring…
Thanks to that I’m sleeping peacefully.
Thank you…” - Suga 

“Hey Rapmon.
I don’t know if I adapted myself to your snoring or if your snoring got quieter, but I got used to it.
It’s fine, it’s all good.” - Jin 

“Rapmonie-hyung.
You must be tired from going through a lot for the 6 of us right. I’m sorry I can’t do anything for you. I’ll work harder so you’ll have less hard times.” - Jungkook 

“Moni-hyung.
You’ll stand by our side right? You will right? I like you a lot but nah, I think you’ll betray us ㅋㅋㅋ I’ll leave you out. It’s a coup d'état!! Kakakaka.” - Jimin 

“Go to the bathroom before we start practicing.” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 

SUGA 

“Suga-hyungnim, thank you for thinking I’m cute ㅎㅎ I’ll fight you off some day. I’m gathering the team for it. Just wait. From the coolest guy in BTS.” - Jimin 

“Syub-hyung.
Please be more obedient.
I know your childish inner self better than anyone else ^*^!” - Rap Monster 

“Hey Suga.
I like your lazinism. Really.
I feel at ease when I see you lying down.
Really.” - Jin 

“You only need to show a little bit of your lethargy.” -

“Suga-hyung.
You must be tired from working and composing until late at night. You don’t seem to gain any weight so please eat a lot. When […] I’ll buy it for you.” - Jungkook 

“SUGA fighting!!” - J-hope 

“To. Suga Rebel.
Old soul. Genius artist?
Thanks to you BTS can be BTS. I hope you can keep being that way and become a great artist!!
When will you write a title song? ㅋ” - Bang Shihyuk PD 

“Take care of your health when you’re still young.” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 

JIN 

“Jjin-hyung~
You’re doing great.
Please show us the ✨eldest hyung✨ side of youㅡ
P.S. Thanks for your cooking! ^*^” - Rap Monster 

“Jin-hyung, please shave.” - J-hope 

“It’s too much if you know you’re handsome yourself.” -

“Jin-hyung…
Must be tired doing all the assignments for college right…?
You just need to avoid getting academic probation…
I’ll always support you.” - Suga 

“Jin-hyungnim.
Hyungnim T_T~ I’m going to fight off Syubsyubie-hyung and Hope-hyung but I need your help! If you’re there those people will ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ㅋㅋㅋ So you have to help me!!!
The most handsome cook in BTS, Jin-hyung.” - Jimin 

“Jin-hyung. Thank you for making us many delicious dishes.” - Jungkook  

“To. Jin BTS’ shoulder-slash-eldest-hyung!
You always stay behind quietly but I know you are their mediator and their shoulder to lean on.
Maybe the day when you’re called Korea’s best actor will come soon too?^^” - Bang Shihyuk PD 

“Seokjin.
Thanks to your ability to cook tasty dishes from limited ingredients, I always get to eat deliciously~ Take care of me in the future too~” - Manager 

“Hoot…” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 

JIMIN 

“Hey Jimin…
Why do we stop growing so soon…” - Suga 

“Jiminie-hyung.
You’re having a hard time these days because of me right.
I’ll be more obedient.
Thank you.
Let’s work out together 3 years later ㅋ” - Jungkook 

“Jimin.
You know I love you right?
It’s no joke~” - J-hope 

“Don’t touch your thighs you pervert.” -

“To. Jimin
Hardworker, in charge of charm, Jiminie!! ♡
From someone who joined BTS the latest, you have now become an irreplaceable part of the team! Keeping working hard in the future too!! […] the saying that heaven will help hardworkers.” - Bang Shihyuk PD 

“Go to the bathroom early. Don’t go when we start.” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 

JUNGKOOK 

“Jungkook…
Stop working out…
Let’s not work out with me…” - Suga 

“Hey Jungkook.
You listen to me well so you’re good.
This brat.
Good. But refrain from working out…” - Jin 

“Jungkooks~
Jungkook, I’m not pressuring you! I’m planning to kick out Suga-hyung and Hobi-hyung but I won’t pressure you to stand by my side. But I’m treating you really well!!! Right? Our kind and pretty Kookie…” - Jimin 

“Jungkook, you’re so good even at practicing. I think I need to learn more because of you too. But be more obedient~” -

“To. Jungkook
Golden maknae!! Is there any word that can describe better than this? ㅎ
I believe that if you are not settled with your natural talents, not hate doing repeated things and work with passion, there’s no doubt one day you’ll become the best singer in Korea!
Hope you will never forget your passion and effort!!” - Bang Shihyuk PD 

“My manager. Once a manager, forever a manager.” - Choreographer Son Sungdeuk 

“Jungkook~
Wake up when I wake you in the morning! Sometimes I’m scared when no matter what I do, you still remain motionless like a stone stature. And sleep on your bed~! Don’t sleep in weird position on the floor too~!” - Manager

Send-Off

Originally posted by pinkhoodiemark

SMUT AHEAD… You’ve been warned


“Shhh…” Jaebum chuckled as you let out a loud moan.

You shuddered, wanting him so badly to continue his movements.

“Please, Jae,” you pleaded, rolling your hips up to show your neediness.

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All My Friends Are Heathens, Pt.6

Summary: In an alternate universe where monsters roam freely among humans, eight of these creatures group together under one roof. Their newest member, a dark vampire, comes to meet their reoccurring house guest who may be more than what she seems.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 4199
Genre: AU
Warnings: Mild language, sexual tension.
A/N: HEY IT’S BEEN MONTHS I KNOW BUT HERE WE ARE!! So remember how I lost the original 2000+ words I had written for Pt.5 before the file got corrupted? Well in this rewrite, I somehow doubled it so get comfy! Also, as a show of gratitude for your patience with me, I’ve been working really hard and I’ll be posting Pt.6 tomorrow and Pt.7 the day after! Three parts in three days, look at you! Just a heads up, Pt.8 will be the final update and then that’s it for this monster of a fic! I love you all so much and thank you for sticking around with me. ❤

P.S. I am such a little shit for extending the slow burn and I’m not even sorry about it…okay I’m really sorry, please don’t lynch me ILYOKAYBYE!

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[ previously ]

“I’ll see you tomorrow, James,” you said, blushing at the way he smiled back. You paused to admire the way his lips still looked full and plump as he grinned and the way his long lashes fluttered against his cheeks.

Bucky passed his tongue over his fangs as he watched you walk away. Just one more day and he would have you again.

“I made a promise, didn’t I?”


[ The day of the full moon ]

You woke up in good spirits and the first thing you wanted to do was find Bucky. After showering and dressing yourself in a flattering, and somewhat revealing summer dress, you made your way towards Steve’s room to see the vampire. Since they switched rooms yesterday you wouldn’t actually be seeing the blonde man just yet but you reminded yourself to go check up on him later on. Today his migraines would be in full swing.

When you reached ‘Bucky’s’ door, you stopped to take a deep breath before knocking. As eager as you were, you were still a bit nervous. Several seconds passed and there was still no answer so you decided to open the door and walk slowly into the cold room. All monster’s burned a little hotter than humans so every bedroom was a few degrees lower than the rest of the household. Being that you always felt a little warmer yourself, you really didn’t mind the sudden temperature drop. You actually found that it soothed you just as much as it did the others. Maybe that was why you felt so exhilarated by Bucky’s touch.

That or his charm and pure sexual magnetism that pulled at you and left you wanting and aching for more. Who knew.

Your search went on for a few more minutes until you came to the disheartening conclusion that Bucky was definitely not in here. It wasn’t just that the bed was made and looked like it hadn’t been slept in at all, but the light as well. The early morning sun was shining so brightly that even you thought it was headache inducing. There was no way Bucky would stick around and be exposed to this so he must have gone.

You didn’t bother to hide your disappointment, jutting out your bottom lip and pouting as you shut the door and left. As you were walking back to your room, you bumped into something hard that caused you to lose your balance. You shrieked as you awkwardly tumbled down, hearing only a disgruntled “oof” and landing a few inches off of the floor.

“Y/N…” The strained voice of Clint Barton cut through the air. “Sweetie…for the love of God…move your knee,” he groaned before materializing beneath you with a pained expression on his face. You looked down the length of your bodies to see that your knee was pressing hard against his groin.

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed and pushed yourself off of him, moving to his side. “Holy shit, Clint I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

He rolled to his side, cupping himself and stuttering, “Mhm, uh-huh, ‘m fine. Just…just gimme a minute here, kiddo.” His voice was a little higher than usual.

Trying your best not to laugh, you rubbed his arm to comfort him. “To be fair here, you bumped into me. I can’t really avoid something I can’t see.” Still, you felt just a little bit guilty.

He continued to mumble and groan, waiting for the pain to pass and trying not to let tears fall. Then you noticed that the bags under his eyes were a little more pronounced than usual.

“Sweetie, when was the last time you slept?” you asked, knowing that your friend turned into a bit of a night owl during this time. He muttered an answer that you were less than happy with and sighed. “How many times do I have to tell you,” you started to nag him. “You can’t survive on just coffee and pizza. Even creatures need to sleep.”

“Y/N, we-”

“Don’t give me any of that “monster/human metabolisms are different” crap,” you cut him off. “I know all about it and there’s still a limit, Barton.”

The invisible man with the not-so-invisible pain finally laughed and moved to sit up, letting you help him. “Can’t get anything past you, huh Y/N?”

“You’re damn right,” you reaffirmed and helped him get to his feet. “Alright then, let’s get you to your room so you can sleep for the rest of the day. You’re going out tonight, yeah?” you asked and he replied with a nod, huffing out a harsh breath as he came to his feet.

He was still sore but his voice sounded a little more normal again. “There’s no point in arguing with you, is there?” he asked, knowing the answer even before you shook your head. “And you’re gonna lock me in there, aren’t you?” He smiled when you nodded this time.

“You’re a flight risk, Barton. If I don’t latch the cage, my little birdie will fly away,” you joked with him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

As you helped him hobble towards his bedroom, you felt a rush of cold air pass by, strong enough to lift your dress up. Startled by the sudden exposure, you turned abruptly to look for the source, forgetting that you were supporting most of Clint’s weight. But you remembered as soon as you heard him fall to the ground and curse in surprise.

“Shit! Sorry Clint!”


As the afternoon approached, you still hadn’t been able to find Bucky. You settled for the fact that it was still early in the day and he would show up eventually. For almost an hour you stayed with Clint to make sure that he actually fell asleep and then locked his door when you left. The elusive man couldn’t pass through walls so he was trapped in there until you set him free. Which is why it was a little unsettling that wherever you went, you felt as though you weren’t alone. That something unseen was following you around. Catching a glimpse only through your peripheral vision but as soon as you turned to look, there was nothing there. Thinking it would be best to tell Steve about it, you made your way down the first floor corridors to reach Bucky’s basement bedroom where Steve was resting. That’s when you heard two very distinct voices. It was Sam and Tony and they were arguing. Again. About something stupid…again. Being in no mood to deal with them, especially today, you tried to sneak past them.

“Hey Y/N!” Sam’s voice called out to you. “Come and settle this for us.”

You slumped your shoulders down in defeat and turned back to face them. You gave them both a hard look and raised your hands in surrender, hoping they would see how sincere you were with your inability to deal with their crap.

“Fellas, not today. I really don’t want to deal with your whining and complaining,” you said sternly before pointing at Tony. “I don’t want to hear about how you’re going to pluck out Sam’s feathers one by one or how you’re going to clip his wings because he’s annoying you and never shuts up. Just suck it up like the rest of us do!” Then you turned to Sam. “And I definitely don’t want to hear about how we should neuter Tony because the last thing you want is a pack of little Stark’s running around. Yeah, I know, even the thought of that terrifies me too.” You took turns looking them both in the eyes. “Please boys, let it go. And enough with the animal jokes, damn.”

Both men looked at each other then you and then back to each other, taking a moment before nodding in unison and silently agreeing to let it go. For now, at least. You swore that in that moment, the heavens parted and you could hear angels singing.

“Fine. So then where were you heading off to, babygirl?” Sam asked with a grin. The two of them started walking closer to you.

“I was just gonna go check on Stevie. See if he needs anything.”

“Is that why you were sneaking towards Barnes’ room?” Tony asked, staring you down suspiciously.

You rolled your eyes and simply answered, “That’s because Steve spent the night in there.”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest. “What, are the two old-timers having some kind of “best friends forever” sleepover or something?” You could practically hear the scoff that was itching to push through his throat. As much as he wouldn’t admit it, Sam was a little jealous now that Steve’s old chum had moved in.

Tony chimed in again, “Upset you weren’t invited, Wilson?”

“You’re the one that would never get invited, Stark,” Sam retaliated immediately.

Tony snorted derisively, trying to hide his own jealousy. “Who says I would want to join your super-secret boy band? Cause I don’t. I’m a lone wolf!”

Again, you rolled your eyes. That truce lasted all of two minutes but to be fair, it was a new record. You interjected before things could get too out of hand. “No, guys. Bucky was nice enough to switch rooms with Steve until his headaches pass. He’s actually really sweet and he cares about Stevie so give him a chance, okay?” you defended the absent vampire.

You could see that Tony still wasn’t buying it. “Yeah, cause that’s what you’d expect from the spawn of Dracula,” he chided, raising his hands to imitate air quotations as he repeated, “Sweet and caring.”

Holding back your annoyance towards the wolfman, you turned to address the birdman instead. “Sam, could you actually go check on Steve for me? There’s something I need to talk to Tony about. Tell him I’ll come around later to see him.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” he said, ruffling your hair affectionately and smiling when you pouted. Sam stuck his thumb out towards Tony as he backed away. “But you might wanna put a shock collar on Stark tonight, Y/N. Just in case he gets a little too close to your undead boytoy.” He mimicked being electrocuted and laughed wholeheartedly before continuing to walk away.

“Go lay an egg, Wilson!” Tony bellowed after him.

“Bad dog! Don’t make me get the spray bottle!” Sam’s laugh echoed down the hall.

“Smartass,” Tony grumbled before turning his full attention on you. “Seriously Y/N. I warned that pale bastard before you got here to keep his creepy hands off of you.” He held your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your head from side to side. “I’ll rip his head off if he puts his mark on you.” Content to see that your skin was clear, Tony dropped his hand and sighed in relief.

Your cheeks flushed as you thought back to Bucky’s teeth breaking through your skin. Drinking from you from the exact spot that Tony had just inspected and found nothing. Bucky’s words from yesterday started to echo in your ears. Our little secret indeed.

Waving off the thoughts, you remembered what you wanted to talk to Tony about. “First of all, Bucky is not creepy so stop that. Second, you have other things to worry about.”

“What’re you talking about, kid?” he asked, clearly confused.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about, Tony. You better not come home tomorrow morning dragging back another devoured animal carcass that I’m left to clean up. I swear, I’ll shave you bald this time,” you warned, poking him hard on the chest.

Tony choked back incredulously. “Oh come on, Y/N! You know I can’t promise anything here. I have no control over it!” He tried to defend himself.

Thinking back to the last time you were home during the full moon, he remembered he had done exactly that. Managing to get blood and entrails all around the mansion but more specifically, right in front of your bedroom door. You were sure that your screams and curses could be heard from three towns over after you stepped in what you could only assume was a half-eaten sheep’s stomach. It ended up taking you a couple of hours to clean everything, mostly because you were trying not to get sick and add to the mess. When you eventually found Tony, he was rolling around on the lawn in the back still trying to recover from his feast. Vision was already scolding him for making his clean kitchen tiles all filthy too. Once Tony was lucid enough to remember what he did, he started to use his trademark charm on you. Trying to convince you that it was his lycanthrope way of giving you a gift because he cares about you so much. Sweet concept but you were adamant that you wanted it returned and exchanged for a soul-cleansing shower and new pair of bunny slippers.

Tony nudged your shoulder affectionately with his after replaying the memory. “Hey, you forgave me for that remember. Besides, you said you’re enjoying this vegan lifestyle, right? You have me to thank for that!” He raised his eyebrows, clapped his hands together, and gave you a big smile.

You pursed your lips to keep from smiling back. “That’s not the point, mister.” You looked at him, pleading softly with your best impression of puppy-dog eyes that you knew he couldn’t resist. “Please Tony, just try. For me?”

He groaned and his head fall back. “You’re killing me here, kiddo. Alright alright, I’ll try.” He looked to you again. “But will you still love me if I accidentally bring back some leftovers?” he asked hopefully, raising one eyebrow and nipping at his bottom lip.

You looked into his big brown eyes and nodded. “Of course I’ll still love you, Tony.” You leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly before turning to leave. “But if you do end up bringing back a treat…” you grinned over your shoulder as you walked away. “…you’re going to spend an entire day with Bucky and you have to be nice to him.”

“No way in hell!” he exclaimed in the distance. “I’ll take my chances with the shock collar!”

Your laughter was cut short when you gasped in surprise. There was a strange stinging sensation on your backside, like someone had just spanked you. You spun on your heels to see if maybe Tony had followed and was messing around but you were completely alone in the corridor. You turned again when you felt something else on your thigh, just under the hem of your dress. A kiss?


Hours later, the sun was hanging lower in the sky and you were really starting to feel frustrated. There was still no sign of Bucky and the increase of weird incidents was not helping with putting your mind at ease. Full moons were always a little more strange now that you were usually surrounded by creatures but this was unprecedented, and a little inappropriate. Like your dress straps slipping off your shoulders repeatedly and almost exposing your chest or the fleeting touches that would leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Jolts of pleasure that felt like they were tightening a coil in your stomach just a little more each time but then it would go away unfulfilled. You suspected Bucky but whenever you would call out to him, you were met with only silence. If it was him, he was doing his best to tease and torment you, and annoying as it was, it was working.

In an attempt to distract yourself from your sexual frustration, you stayed in the library and tried to immerse your mind in a good book. Of course, it was completely futile. After reading the same paragraph for the fourth time, a thought crossed your mind that made you jump from your seat. The time had just passed for when Bucky would be down in the kitchen so he could take his supplements. When you got there, you saw that only Vision was in the room standing by the stove and stirring a small pot. Feeling slightly dejected, you walked in and leaned against the counter top, resting your head in your hands.

“Y/N, is everything alright?” Vision asked looking up from his task and at you. “I sense that your mood has decreased dramatically since entering the room. Are you in need of comfort? Have I upset you in any way?” He didn’t have eyebrows but you were sure they would be knitted curiously right about now if he did.

Faking a smile as best you could, you tried to reassure him. “No no, it’s not you, Viz. Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”

He turned his attention back to the stove. “I can sense that you are not being honest with me,” he paused and thought for a moment. “But you also have no desire to discuss it further so I shall let it pass.”

This time, your smile was genuine. Out of all of your monster friends, Vision was the least protective and yet, somehow, the most understanding. He didn’t necessarily experience emotions but he was still programmed to be kind and caring. The synthetic man was the newest member of the household before Bucky came along. Tony and another monster, who had since disappeared, created Vision by accident almost a year ago. He was still very much in his infancy but he possessed a staggering intellect and in order to maintain his software, he would power down during the full moon and update his systems. Knowing that he still couldn’t comprehend the dynamics of human/creature relationships, you didn’t have to worry about him being upfront with him.

“Hey Vision, have you seen Bucky at all today?” you asked hopefully.

“No, I haven’t. It would appear as though Mr. Barnes has been absent for the majority of the day. Or has at least managed to elude my attention.” He continued to stir the pot and read from his European Cuisine cookbook. “I had taken the liberty to deliver his supplements to his bed chambers but instead found only a highly discontent Steve Rogers.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling your frustration build again. “Yeah, they switched rooms. Steve’s headaches and all.”

“I know, that is why I offered to prepare a soup for Mr. Rogers that will aid in his recovery.” He removed the pot from the stove and poured it into a bowl. “Will you be needing anything before I rest for the night, Y/N?”

You shook your head and helped him prepare a tray. “No thanks, Viz. And I can take this to Steve for you, I wanted to go check on him anyways.” You were hoping to ask him if he knew where his best friend was or if maybe a frisky ghost had moved while you were gone.

Vision bowed his head in thanks and said, “Have a good night, Y/N,” before leaving you alone in the kitchen.

Just as you were about to pick up the prepared tray, you started to feel warm. Really warm. An intense heat started to build inside of you, burning hot in your belly and making you gasp for air. Your hands reached out to grip the edge of the counter top when it passed through your lower half, almost making your knees buckle. The desire to rub your thighs together to alleviate the aching need for friction made your cheeks flush. And then it faded away just as suddenly as it started. The only reminder being the heavy beating of your heart and the wetness gathering between your legs. If this was Bucky, you swore he was going to be in so much trouble when you found him.


Nightfall. The clouds parted to reveal the stunningly bright and full orb that triggered a change in every monster. You could hear Tony howling in the distance; the beast within was in full control now as he ran wildly through the forests to hunt down his prey. Sam had changed at the same time, mutating into the form of his giant-feathered counterpart. He was probably somewhere over the Atlantic by now; his majestic and enormous wings could carry him to Europe and back before daybreak. Vision went into hibernation mode long before the sun had set and was now out of commission for the rest of the night. Clint was freed from his room hours ago and now he was…well, who the hell knew where he was, the man was invisible after all.

Steve assured you that he would stay barricaded in the dark sanctity of Bucky’s bedroom since the harsh effects of his migraines were still causing him grief. When you brought him his meal earlier, you casually asked if Bucky had come to see him, careful not to mention that you noticed his absence all day. That’s when he told you that his friend left earlier that day to feed on whoever took his fancy. That he struggled more to maintain his appetite during the full moon and he needed to find a mate to relieve his desires. At first you didn’t believe a word he said. Bucky wasn’t like that. This had to just be Steve’s typical over-protectiveness trying to keep you away from the ‘vampire threat’ and you were not amused. But then you thought that Steve had never lied to you before so who knows what to believe. By the end of your visit, you became so disenchanted from his words that you forgot to mention anything about the strange things that happened to you throughout the day and if Bucky was really behind it all.

“Y/N, are you sure you don’t want to come out tonight?” Natasha’s voice cut through your neurotic thoughts, forcing you to shake your head clear.

“Yeah, I’m positive. I’m just not feeling it tonight. But you guys go and have a good time for me.”

You turned to see her donning her tight-fitted, black leather jacket over her slender shoulders, just as Wanda did the same. The two women always went out together during the full moon, claiming to see what kind of trouble they could stir up but you knew that their true intentions were far more virtuous. They would go out to bars and clubs so they could keep an eye on other creatures and make sure they didn’t prey on innocent humans. Just as she protected you and came to your aid all those years ago, Natasha continued to do the same for others, and Wanda was more than happy to join in the mission.

“Did you want us to stay with you, sweetie?” Wanda asked in her soft accented voice and took your hands in hers. “You’ve been home for a week and we’ve barely had a chance to hang out.”

You felt a tingling warmth in the palms of your hands and you knew she was trying to connect with you. Trying to read your mind and see if you were hiding anything from them. Thankfully you were aware of Wanda’s little tricks, the faint red wisps of her magic being a major clue, and you managed to focus your thoughts away from a certain vampire long enough for her to feel reassured. “Ladies, I’ll be fine. Besides, I’m not planning on leaving anytime soon so we still have plenty of time to hang out,” you said, trying to convince them as much as yourself. This whole ordeal with Bucky left you somewhat less than inclined to stick around but you didn’t want to think about that now.

“I still don’t like the idea of leaving you alone, Y/N,” Natasha admitted. A scowl pulled her features taut. “What about Barnes? Where’s he gone off to? I don’t trust that Fang.”

“Nat, don’t be rude,” you scolded her for using that term against him. “And you don’t need to worry about Bucky, he’s been gone all day and he probably won’t be coming back soon either.” Hiding the slight harshness in your voice was difficult but you pulled it off.

“He better not be draining the neighbors or any locals. If we have to move because of that bloodsucker, I’m going to tear his throat out. And I won’t be nice about it either.”

The venom in her tone made a shiver crawl up your spine. Natasha was less fond of relocating than she was of vampires and she absolutely hated them. Sirens and vampires were always butting heads, they were the two most effective predators after all. Whereas sirens were more strategic and stealthy when hunting, vampires showed more cunning and charm with their prey. Each one thought their kind was superior to the other and they often fought for dominance when they were forced to keep company.

Clint suddenly appeared beside the red-haired seductress, laughing nervously. “Alright, Nat, easy there. Let’s get going, yeah?” He usually tagged along with the ladies on these nights. As they would watch over others, he would be watching over them. Mostly Natasha though, just to make sure she didn’t tear anyone’s limbs off in public because they pissed her off…again.

After wishing them a good time and saying your goodbyes, you watched the remainder of your friends take off for the night. Leaving you alone and still thinking about where the hell Bucky could be.


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Musical Theory: Subtext in The Book of Mormon suggests that Elder Price is gay and that McPriceley could be a real thing

 So, I’m a big fan of this show on YouTube called Game Theory. It’s a show that looks at the subtext of video games to figure out answers to unanswered questions in the games (like who Rosalina in Super Mario Galaxy really is, or the true story of the Five Nights at Freddy’s series). It’s really interesting and I’d highly recommend you check it out. I’m also a big fan of a tumblr user called Loudest Subtext in Television, who is famous for writing excellent meta detailing all the gay subtext in the TV show Sherlock. The other day I was reading her meta and listening to the Book of Mormon cast recording, and it got me wondering… is there any subtext in that show? I initially dismissed the idea, but then as I started actually thinking about it… lots of weird things started to make sense, and I actually found a lot of evidence for what I suggested in the title of this post. I eventually came up with the theory that i’m about to present to you now. If you ship McPriceley, or you’re a big fan of the show, or you just like subtext in general, you might want to read on (obviously spoilers for the show below) :D

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Rainy Morning L.H.

rsl5sos-blog requested: Oml can you pleaseeee do a smut where Luke is like super cute and cuddly in the morning but then something happens that turns him on and you like ride his thigh and lazy morning sex cause that would be great 👌🏻

So so sorry for posting it so late, I wanted it to be perfect so I hope ylike it (: i sure did writing it   Let me know what you think of it 

TW: smut // Word Count: 1.3k // Masterlist/ Requests/ Prompts (the prompts are not mine)

The rain hitting your window woke you up. Not much light entered the room you noticed as you rubbed your eyes with the palms of your eyes, making the attempt of waking up.

Your whole body was under the sheets, covering your nudeness, and you turned around hoping to find your beautiful boyfriend, only finding his side empty. A second after, you heard the creaking of the bathroom door and saw Luke, in all of his sleepy glory, appear in the shared bedroom.

With nothing covering his body, he ran one of his hands through his hair, a yawn left his plump lips.

“Good morning, hot stuff.” He cracked a smile when he heard you.

“Good morning to you too. I thought you were asleep. Did I wake you?”

“No, don’t worry. It was the rain.” You pointed your window and the both of you stared at it for a minute, adoring the foggy and cloudy sky outside your apartment. You were infatuated by it, though Luke felt how infatuated with you he was.

He was watching you, your chest moving up and down with every breath you took was all he could focus on. You had your swollen lips parted, you short, reddish hair was messy and all over the place, just the way he liked.

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Running Flat

*kicks down fandom door* I’M COMIN’ IN! 

Lance, like all the other paladins, is finally getting used to the “mind meld” they all have to indulge in when controlling their lions. Until someone’s uncontrollable crush comes in and knocks them all back in surprise. It’s a crush that circles persistently through their thoughts and only gets stronger as time goes on, until they begin to realize this might be a bit more serious than the term “crush” implies. 

Meanwhile, the unfortunate paladin behind it all is trying desperately to bury the feelings away, yet failing at every turn. 

Klance.

Part 2


Part 1

The mind meld, as Lance (because he was a genius) had deemed it, that the five paladins were quite forced into when they were in their lions was something they’d all been initially uncomfortable with. But as their battles with the Galra and practice days had worn on, they’d grown quite accustomed to the whole thing. The mental connection wasn’t overly invasive, after all. More or less, it was about intention.

Not intention as in they could control what was projected and what wasn’t, but more as though their thoughts and feelings had to be intentionally severe. For example, Pidge’s irritation when they were cornered by the Galra was always very obvious, or Shiro’s deep desire that they all stay calm and collected. Hunk was known for, well, panic, but that usually faded pretty quickly in favor a deep thrumming determination and focus (as well as hunger when they were practicing boring formations). Keith had less constant interjections and was more inclined to shoot them up with irritation or rage (depending on the situation) for short bursts of seconds. Lance was also pretty sure that, when things were dire, the fierce desire to protect came from Keith too. He’d thought it was Shiro at first, until their head’s steady kind of acute protectiveness had come to the surface.

Though everyone was flattered at these rare displays by Keith, no one said anything. Probably wouldn’t have gone over too well and, honestly, making Keith feel embarrassed by the bonds he’d formed with them probably wasn’t a good idea when considering how he kept to himself most of the time.

Because, yes, even Lance knew when there was potential to go a step too far. He liked to bicker and poke and prod at Keith, and be a general annoyance to everyone, but he wasn’t out to hurt feelings. Not intentionally anyway. He was a people person, after all, and spent a great deal of energy feeling others out and learning their boundaries. Sure, his fellow paladins probably didn’t realize as much (he knew they thought he was slightly ridiculous and maybe even a little stupid—most people did), but it was true. He was generally thoughtful and only pushed as far as he was sure someone could take.

His supposed intellect (or assumed lack) and knack for being annoying aside, he brought his own degree of Lance to the mind meld mud pile of feelings. Optimism, that was what he generally projected in battle or practice. After all, they had to have faith they were going to succeed in order to do so. Maybe optimism wasn’t as important as Hunk’s determination, Shiro’s steady hand, Pidge’s irritated analyses, or Kieth’s adrenaline inducing rage, but it must have been good for something. Otherwise there’d be problems. Allura was always going on about how they had to be balanced, how it was important that their own thoughts work well with everyone else’s.

And since no one had been complaining, Lance could only come to so many conclusions. Either his optimism was useful or, well, simply wasn’t a hindrance, worst case scenario. Not like they really talked about each other’s mental brain waves, after all. They’d all pretty much deduced who was who—it was pretty obvious—but so long as things were going smoothly, there was no need to call any of it to attention.

That was what Lance told himself anyway. Even if his fluffy, hovering over their heads optimism was as much use as a lawnmower in space, at least he wasn’t causing problems. That in and of itself was enough to keep him positive.

Maybe he was a fifth wheel, but at least he wasn’t running flat.

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Mr. And Mrs. Barnes (Part 1)

Originally posted by vintagefangirll

Request: Could you do a one shot or series Modern au with Bucky Barnes and x reader with the Mr and Mrs Smith ( Pitt-Jolie❤️ forever) plot and or theme?? Love your writing btw!

A/N: Love this idea! Love this movie! The beginning does sound a lot like the beginning of the movie which it does (I’ve changed it up a little) but I’m going to try to change the story up a bit so it’s not a straight copy.

Bucky Barnes x Reader


“Can I just say, to start this off, that we don’t need to be here.” Bucky leaned forward a bit, trying to get more comfortable in his chair then leaned back again. “See, we’ve been married for 5 years.”

“6.” You corrected as you crossed your legs. 

“Right. 5-6 years and to us this is just a routine - like a little check up.”

The marriage counselor nodded. “Alright. Why don’t we get started then. On a scale from 1-10, how happy are you as a couple?”

“8.” You instantly said but Bucky put up his hands.

“Wait,” he said “10 being perfectly happy and 1 being totally miserable?” You sighed in annoyance making the counselor look over at you.

“Just respond instinctively.” he responded, bringing his attention back to your husband.

“Ok.” Bucky looked over at you. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

“8.” You both said in unison.

The counselor eyed the two of you but didn’t say anything. “Okay then. How often are you having sex?”

You fidgeted in your seat as your hands, in your lap, rubbed together. “I don’t understand the question.”

“Uh yeah, I’m lost. Is this a 1-10 thing?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah. So like, is 1 nothing? Because technically zero…” your hands were waving as you talked. “zero would be nothing.” you laughed awkwardly.

“Exactly.” Bucky laughed awkwardly with you. “And if we don’t know what 1 is than what is 10? And-”

The counselor put his hand up stopping his rambling. “This isn’t a 1-10 thing. It’s just a simple question. How often are you two having sex?

You took a deep breath trying to figure out what to say and you guessed Bucky was having the same dilemma because he went silent as well.

“How about this week?” The counselor added trying to narrow down the time frame, noticing how tense the room just got.

You glanced down at your hands as your husband asked if the weekends were included - which you didn’t know why he’d ask that. He knew it wouldn’t have made a difference.

“Sure. The weekends count.” 

The two of you went silent again, giving the counselor an answer. “Okay,” he cleared his throat. “Tell me how you two met.”

You smiled. “Well, it was in Romania.”

“Bucharest.” Bucky added, a small smile making its way onto his face at the memory. “5 years ago.”

You took a deep breath through your nose. “6.” You corrected once again.

“Right. 5-6 years ago.”

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wellirving, In light of this STUNNING revelation (not kidding or over-exaggerating), I would just like to remind the world exactly what we’re talking about here:

It’s THIS guy’s pants we’re talking.  Not Thor-Loki, not TTDW-Loki, AVENGERS-Loki. Who has the best costume out of the three because of…

…those GOD DAMNED STRAPPY STRAPS.  You know what they do to me.  Also, look how those straps rest upon that beautifully leathered-up thigh.  If I look at this one too long today I won’t be able to leave the house today.  I have to leave the house today.

Look, here’s Action Tom walking around in his Loki pants in natural lighting.  You can see the detailing on the inside of the left thigh as well as the boots in all their glorious purpose.  Plus, check out the texture on the exterior of the lower half of his jacket.  And how that tunic drapes over the left thigh…..  WAIT, this is supposed to be about the pants.  That he STOLE.  THAT ARE LIKELY IN HIS CLOSET AS WE SPEAK.  *ahem* Moving on….

Guess what we never get to see?  The Loki costume from a ¾ turn rear view.  The metal grommet work on the outside of the thigh ALONE makes me want to do bad things.  A rear shot of those boots!  The detailing on all edges of the jacket…..  FUCK – pants, focus on the pants!

Peek-a-boo!  It’s the OTHER leg from a side shot.  Good to know they’re identical (they didn’t have to be).  I included this shot for the conformation.  ALSO FOR REASONS. And to call attention to the gold leather insert on the jacket.   And how the fabric on the biceps match the overlap pattern of the leather on his tunic/chest plate.  The detail work of the forearm armor…..I bet those are cold if they’re pressed to one’s bare flesh….. FOCUS, DAMNIT!

Now we come full circle and see those pants, from mostly the front, in a real-life scenario (you know how this kills me).  Now we know that the grommet work on the lower right side of his tunic matches the outside of both pant legs.  Look how soft and pliant that leather looks.  AND WAIT, are we seeing a little peep-show that involves both inner thighs and a bit of the crotch…? And that smile  AND THOSE HANDS. You know I can go on and on and on about that jacket, tunic, and breastplate (ohhhhhh that breastplate) but I’ll leave it all here for your perusal.

Just know, that when this shot was initially shared, these pants deserved, no NEEDED to be deconstructed more than they were.  This photo does bring to the table that the leather pattern below the knee matches both the fabric work on the jacket bicep as well as the pattern on the torso/low chest of the tunic.  

THIS COSTUME DESIGNER WAS A FUCKING POET, LEATHER IS HIS/HER MEDIUM, AND TOM HIDDLESTON WAS THEIR MUSE.

I just included this one because he’s touching his own leather and calling attention to the slightness of his waist.  Just gratuitous hotness.  Sorry, not sorry.

P-to-the-S, I think this post is far more deserving than Meh-g’s Doctorate.  I know it’s sure as fuck more useful….

anonymous asked:

is there anyway u can give more harry x peter hc's?? it sounds super cute!!!!

when harry first starts attending midtown everyone is kinda standoffish towards him bc he legit shows up to school in a limo each morning, and he looks like he would have his dad sue you if you even glanced in his direction. flash thinks that the only reason he got into midtown was bc his dad paid his way in, but harry quickly proves that he’s as smart as he is wealthy. he isn’t as bright as peter or mj, but they are the highest in the class so that isn’t saying much

peter is the first person to really speak to harry, and maybe that’s why harry latches onto him. he’s sitting on a bench outside after class, all the other students are making their way home but he’s just… sitting there. he looks bored and kinda sad.

“uh, you d-did really good in the decathlon try out, harry. i’ll be really surprised if mj doesn’t let you on the t-team,” peter stutters out, shuffling around. he really should get going, he needs to start his patrol before the rush hour crime starts.

but then harry smiles at him, his sulking sour face melts into a sunshiny blinding smile and peter feels his breath catch in his lungs because holy shit. where had harry been hiding that smile. peter wants to wax poetic about that smile. wants to swing around new york and tell everyone about that pretty smile. in fact he probably will do just that later that night.

“you think so?” harry laughs. “i feel like flash doesn’t really want me there.” harry swings his legs and kicks a stray pebble, then leans back into the bench and sighs. he looks at peter and then looks at the empty space on the bench.

peter hurriedly sits down next to harry and takes off his bookbag. “don’t worry about flash, mj is the captain and unlike him she actually knows what’s best for the team.”

“i hope he warms up to me,” harry sighs. “i hope this whole place warms up to me. i feel like a pariah.”

peter snorts and then blushes when harry focuses his attention on him. “they just aren’t used to someone with your family’s status, they feel like they gotta walk on eggshells or something. don’t worry, they’ll get their heads out of their asses soon.”

harry hums and then chuckles. “you seem like you have experience in the outcast department”

peter side-eyes him and smirks, “you calling me an outcast?”

“what? i – no, no, i didn’t mean it like that, i mean. well, i did, but not like – fuck”

and peter giggles and shoves against harry’s shoulder to relax him “dude, don’t worry, i know what you meant. and either way, yeah, i know what it feels like. i’m just starting to get a steady group of friends outside of ned, and i’ve been going to school with these guys for ages.”

harry runs his hands through his hair and pulls an expensive pair of sunglasses off his head, and places them gently on his nose. he looks like a model, peter would find it ridiculous if he wasn’t so entranced by the way harry licks his lips before he begins to speak.

“i don’t know why anyone would have a problem with you, peter. you’re the nicest guy i’ve met. nice and normal.”

peter blushes, and leans a bit towards harry. “nice and normal is kinda boring, huh.”

and harry smiles softly, peter can slightly see his eyes crinkly behind the sunglasses. “boring? never said boring. between the spider guys of new york, the vultures and goblins? i think we all need a little normal. it isn’t boring, sometimes it’s just what somebody needs. give yourself some credit, pete.”

he wants to comment on that spider guy, wants to laugh at just how ironic this all feels. but peter feels himself leaning more towards harry, and harry doesn’t really try to stop him. it’s like he’s waiting for peter to do something. peter feels like if he just leaned in a bit more, just a bit closer then –

but then suddenly a car horn is honking right in front of them, and a sleek limo pulls up. peter jolts back from harry, and harry sighs and lazily stand up and gathers his books.

“that’s my ride,” harry groans.

reality crashes back onto peter in a hard wave, and he stands up and clumsily throws his bag over his shoulder. “yeah yeah, of course, totally.”

harry throws a small smile towards peter and begins waking towards the car. peter watches him go, watches this pretty boy harry saunter towards his limo, and peter’s pretty sure that there are little hearts floating around his head.

harry suddenly turns around and leans against the side of the limo, clearly posing, but peter can’t bring himself to find it ridiculous even though it clearly is

“you want a ride?”

“oh – uh, um, no that’s okay, i gotta swing by a few places on my way home, but thanks, i mean – thank you. yeah.”

harry smiles wryly, knowingly. “okay, pete. be safe, there’s a lot of weirdos out there.”

“yeah, you too! lotta weirdos.”

harry chuckles and climbs into the limo, winking at peter before he closes the door. the limo starts up and drives away.

peter watches it go, and clutches the strap of his bookbag tighter.

“don’t get a crush,” he mumbles to himself, then he thinks about harry’s smile and blushes. “ah, fuck”

Undeniable Heat Chapter 61: Forced

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1400 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost


Being tied to a chair, in a dusty, seldom used cabin was something you had never imagined happening to you. Sure, you had seen shows where this happened to people, but you had never expected Brad to turn this crazy, or go this far.

Your entire body ached, one eye was beginning to close, and you had to use the bathroom in the worst way. Brad had been gone for a while. Without an open window or a clock, you couldn’t tell how much time had past, but you were worried it was too much.

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A Valentine’s Proposal ... After the Fact

Happy Valentine’s Day @sailorkillian!!! I’m your somewhat absent CS Secret Valentine! When you told me about your favorite CS moments I picked up that you are a big fan of the fluffy ones so here is a little Valentine’s proposal fic that doesn’t take place on Valentine’s Day and isn’t really a proposal .. read on to find out what that means!

Emma turned the key in the ignition and the yellow bug’s engine went silent. Killian’s eyes were closed as his head rested back on the seat. It had been another long adventure..

“So, I guess we can cross Narnia off the lists of realms to visit for our next vacation, huh?”

“Next vacation?” Killian replied, not opening his eyes. “We’d have to have one first, love.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” she agreed.

Killian finally opened his eyes and took her hand, bringing it to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “Shall we go inside and try to get some rest before your son decides to explore another wardrobe?”

“Yes, please,” Emma said. After slamming her door shut she looked back at Killian over the roof of the car. “And I saw Leroy walking out of Granny’s so we should probably double check the locks on the front door.”

“And barricade the windows.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking about that,” Emma laughed as she fell into step with him. He slipped an arm around her waist and they slowly walked up the stairs to their front door.

“Keeping everyone out for a few days of solitude with you is no joking matter,” he said, turning her in his arms and pulling her into a kiss.

When they pulled apart Emma’s eyes stayed closed as the smile spread across her face. “We made it home.”

“Aye, love.” He kissed her forehead and put the key into the lock.

He turned the key and pushed open their front door. Emma took a step inside and heard a crunch beneath her feet as though she had stepped onto fallen leaves.

“Killian …  what is all this?”

“Bloody hell, I had forgotten.”

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Wrapped A round Your Little Finger

Prompt;  younger sister of the Mikaelson’s and klaus and Elijah are being overprotective for a non-romance reason

Fandom: The originals

Requested by: @embersparks13


    You stare at your father. He’s covered in blood, and his clothes are torn, and the tell tale signs of being channeled are there. You know it’s going to bring down Nik’s wrath, and you’re fairly certain that Elijah will give you the cold shoulder as well. That still doesn’t stop you from breaking the circle. He comes to faster than your mother.

    You watch his eyes flash open, but he doesn’t gasp for breath. Instead he sucks it in, before turning to stare at you. You issue your command, “Let’s get out of here before she wakes please.”

    He follows you into the sun, and through the crowds. You wait in a cafe while he goes to feed. When he’s done he comes to find you, his clothes are changed and he’s clean. He takes the seat across from you. “Since you’re here alone, I suppose that your brothers don’t know you’re here.”

    You cross your arms against your chest, “No, they don’t.”

    He nods once, “So why’d you do it? Why rescue your monster of a father?”

    You meet his eyes, “We’re all monsters. There’s no use in pretending otherwise.”

    “You, my dear daughter, have never been a monster.”

    “I’ve killed just as much as the others. To protect what’s left of our shattered family. The part you hunted for years.”

    He leans across the table and stresses his words, “Never you. Never your sister. Never your brothers.”

    “Niklaus does not count as my brother?”

    He scowls, “No, the bastard does not count.”

    “He shares my blood father. His birth was not his fault. It was hers. It is her indiscretion that led to this mess. Your fear over losing one of us.”

    Your father nods, “It was my fear that drove it. I’m the one who pressured her into making this curse.”

    You shrug, “Perhaps. Either way, I’ve come to ask you a favor. As your daughter.”

    “And what favor shall I grant, my youngest and most beloved child?”

    “Leave.” You see it for just a second, how crushing the request is. Then his face turns stone cold.

    “So, you too choose the bastard over your own father.”

    You shake your head, “No. I’m trying to end the war. The bloodshed. Nik has a chance to start over. A chance I’m willing to bet my life on.”

    “Bet your life? By talking to your father?”

    “By going with you.” You can see the surprise in his eyes.

    “What?”

    “You and me for a century or two. I’ll visit the others every decade or so. Nik gets his new chance, and maybe, through me, you get a chance at being our father again.”

He stares at you, “Just like that?”

You shrug, “I never held the fondness for mother that the rest did.”

He gives a small smile, “Yes. If I remember correctly, it was me you had wrapped around your finger. Not your mother.”

You give a small smile, “I’ll meet you in the diner on the outside of the city at ten tonight. We can go to Europe or Asia. It’d be nice to see them without constantly looking over my shoulder.”  

He smiles, “You have a deal.” He’s gone before you can blink, and when Finn slides into the seat across from you, you smile.

“Hello brother dear.”

“You took father.”

“Yes. But I left mother.”

He smirks, “Such a sacrifice.”

“Not at all. You could come with us if you’d like. After all the two of you have a lot in common. Dislike of mother, love of Freya, hatred of Nik.”

“My body is tied here.”

You stand and throw a twenty on the table, “So change bodies. It’s not as though you’re tied down. Plus, it’ll be fun being spoiled by my father and eldest brother.” He stares at you, and you lean down to kiss his cheek, “I love you Finn. Even if you are misguided at times.”

He says nothing, and you make your way to the compound. Nik is missing but Elijah is waiting for you. So is Kol. “What did you do?”

“I took care of one of our problems, possibly two. And while our family may have many more it gives you all more time.”

“At your own expense?”

You shrug, “Just a few centuries with father, and possibly Finn. Either way, it buys you all some time. I’ll come to visit, and I’ll make sure to write and call. All you have to do is deal with Nik.”

Elijah stares at you, “You don’t have to do this.”

You smile, “Yes I do. My niece should know her father, and she can’t do that if he’s paranoid about our father and brother coming after him. He’ll be angry, sure, but this is what needs to be done.”

Elijah pulls you in for a hug, “I don’t envy your task.”

You kiss his cheek, “I’ll have them wrapped around my finger by the time we get on the plane.”

Elijah nods, “I’ll help you pack.”

“Please, I’ll just buy new stuff once I get where I’m going. Much more vampire that way. Plus a little bit of a pain for Finn and father. Tell my niece that I love her. And I’ll see her soon. Make sure to send pictures.”

Without another word, you grab your car and start your drive. You find them waiting for you in the diner. They’re glaring at each other, but you smile. You say nothing, simply motion with your head, and together you start out on a new adventure.

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This video is killing me with the realness

Some of my favorite quotes:

“They will send me messages asking me to look at various people’s astrological charts, and they always have multiple people that they are romantically interested in, and they’re trying to consider which is the better match for them.  You know, most people don’t really think about relationships that much, they just get involved in them. But there is always something to weigh out and consider when it comes to Venus in Gemini.”

“If you get them involved in a relationship…you must have really done something to get their attention, because they get bored very easily.”

“You might’ve even thought at first that they were really, really into you, and, yes–half of them is really into you, but the other half couldn’t f**king care less.

“Venus in Gemini does this, like, scanning, sort of, hopping around thing, like, waiting until they find a real connection, and someone they feel like can relate to both sides of them, because it’s almost like there’s two of them, that needs to be loved, all within the same person! So, it’s a little 
bit more difficult to make them feel loved than it is for most Venus signs.”

“I almost feel like it’s a defense mechanism if they won’t try a bunch of different things with you. Like, ‘Okay, we just got involved together, and if we try bondage for the first night we f**k, then I might fall in love with you, so we have to keep it vanilla for a while.’”

“One of the most complicated things is, most of the relationships that they end in their life, they don’t even actually know why they want to break up.  These people don’t even fully understand themselves.  They don’t even fully understand what they want.  They just know that they’re not pleased, so they have to keep looking.

“If they have sex with you, and they just look around at their life, and they’re like ‘Well, nothing’s changed,’ then…they’re going to break up with you! Pretty much. They’re not going to keep f**king you.”

“So, when you’re dealing with someone who’s completely indecisive about what they want, I’m not sure if the better strategy is to be able to figure out what they want when they can’t, or if it’s just luck, and you just throw something at them, and they will not have even known that they wanted it, but they’re gonna worship you, because they’re gonna be like ‘Oh my god, how did you know that I wanted that?’ and they didn’t say anything, which they probably should, but they don’t even know themselves, like, they’re completely confused.”

“They’re more likely to just pick up a new romantic interest if they are bored. And most do people bore them.”

“It doesn’t matter so much what you do for them, because, they can still get very bored.  They’re not looking to be with the nicest person in the world, they’re looking to be with the most entertaining person in the world.  They want to be entertained.  That’s what they came here for.”

“…the surefire way to know if they like you is if they want to consistently keep spending time with you. “

“They’re generally not the type who’s going to want to do a lot for you, in the relationship, because they think their commitment should be enough.  The fact that they stopped jumping around like a bunny with ADHD should be flattering enough to you.  And you shouldn’t need them to make you pancakes, or anything like that.”

She does compatibility in the second half of the video :)

Fallout Starter Pack
  1. “I’m going to kill you SO MUCH.”
  2. “You know what? Your face looks like my butt.”
  3. “Too many people have opinions on things they know nothing about. And the more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have.”
  4. “Is this it? Or hasn’t the real party started yet?”
  5. “It’s said war, war never changes. Men do, through the roads they walk. And this road has reached its end.”
  6. “Waging war against good people is bad for the soul. This may not seem important to you now, but it’s the most important thing I’ve said.“
  7. “It’s better to be alone, than of bad company.”
  8. “I’m gonna barber the hell outta that hair!”
  9. “We can afford all we need, we can not afford all we want.”
  10. “Any moment now you’ll be dead! Are you excited to see what that’s like?”
  11. “Just give me the key, I’d hate to see you bleed to death.”
  12. “Wait, you’re not gonna hit me? Yell at me? Not even berate me a little bit?”
  13. “How does a ghoul end up as a barber?”
  14. “I probably just spend… a lot more time… c-cry, cry, crying, you know?”
  15. “Get your butt in here and sit down. We have some business to discuss.”
Undeniable Heat Chapter 21: Questions

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1350 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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You felt fuzzy. As if you had downed a full bottle of whiskey, or taken a handful of sleeping pills. Your mouth seemed full of cotton, and your head pounded. All of this was easy to take stock of in the first ten seconds since you had woken, especially the confining feeling around your middle. Trying to wrack your brain for what had happened, it came back to you in a rush. Brad had showed up, attacking you when you hadn’t followed through with his plans. You vaguely remembered Jensen showing up, then nothing else.

You could hear the beeping of machines, and the quiet murmuring of people in the room with you. Your body felt tired, and weak, but you worked hard to open your eyes. You needed to see who was in the room with you. At first all you accomplished was a fluttering, the effort almost more than you could handle. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you were staring at the stark white hospital ceiling. Trying to take a deep breath, you gasped at the sharp pain, wanting to cry as it radiated through you.

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Unchained Melody ♥♥♥ Jamie&Claire

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Guardians of the Galaxy starters pt. 2

  • “They crumpled my pants up into a ball. That’s rude! They folded yours.”
  • “I ain’t waiting around for some humie with a death wish.”
  • “Companion, what were you retrieving?”
  • “You’re an imbecile.”
  • “Don’t touch that! It’s a bomb.”
  • “You just wanna suck up the fun out of everything.”
  • “If we’re gonna work together, you might wanna try trusting me a little bit.”
  • “How much do you trust me?”
  • “I’d trust you a lot more if you told me what this is.”
  • “We have an agreement, but I would never be partners with the likes of you.”
  • “I don’t need to remind you what happened to the last attendant that disappointed me, do I?”
  • “Now, let’s put more of this liquid into our bodies.”
  • “I’m a warrior and an assassin. I do not dance.”
  • “But then I fooled around and fell in love.”
  • “I know who you are, and I am not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your… Your pelvic sorcery!”
  • “That is not what is happening here.”
  • “Let’s see if you can laugh after a good five or six shots to your fricking face!”
  • “Suck it up for one more lousy night and you’re rich.”
  • “That’s exactly why you have no friends.”
  • “Blah, blah, blah. We’re all very fascinated, whitey, but we’d like to get paid.”
  • “What are you, some saint all of a sudden?”
  • “What has the galaxy ever done to you? Why would you want to save it?”
  • “You’re despicable. Dishonorable. Faithless!”
  • “I saw you out there. I don’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t let you die.”
  • “None of this would have happened if you hadn’t single handedly tried to take on a fricking army!”
  • “I was a fool. All the anger, all the rage, was just to cover my loss.”
  • “We’re going to rob the guy who just beat us senseless.”
  • “I have part of a plan.”
  • “What percentage of a plan do you have?”
  • “I wasn’t listening. I was thinking of something else.”
  • “That’s a fake laugh.”
  • “I look around at us. You know what I see? Losers.
  • “Usually life takes more than it gives, but not today.”
  • “I have lived most of my life surrounded by my enemies. I would be grateful to die among my friends.”
  • “You are an honorable man. I will fight beside you.”
  • “Oh, what the hell. I don’t got that long a lifespan anyway.”
  • “We’re all standing up now. Bunch of jackasses standing in a circle.”
  • “This is a terrible plan.”
  • “I don’t believe anyone is 100% dick.”
  • “For the record, I advised against trusting you here.”
  • “They got my dick message!”
  • “When did you learn to do that?”
  • “I want you to know that I am grateful for your acceptance after my blunders.”
  • “Finger to the throat means death.”
  • “No, you can’t. You’ll die, you idiot.”
  • “Dance-off, bro. Me and you.”
  • “I’m distracting you, you big turd blossom.”
  • “I may be as pretty as an angel, but I sure as hell ain’t one.”
  • “So what should we do next? Something good? Something bad? A bit of both?”