Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, MATURE CONTENT (not smut but nearly)
Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?
Frustrated you rub your hands in a sterile attempt to get some calm even though you know it’s useless. You are trying to leave the palace and, for God’s sake, that this site is incredibly coordinated, there is not a second that your windowsill is left alone so that you can slide through your window and go visit Nat. When a guard leaves his place another one replaces him immediately.
Taking a deep breath you remember all the advice and rules of conduct that Steve has given you this morning about your wedding, there are a lot and you have the awful feeling that you are going to forget at least the half. You just hope not to make too much ridicule. Shaking your head you watch the crown of the bored guard under your chambers, he’s not going anywhere, the same goes for the two that are planted in front of your door.
Moving away from the window you decide that the visit to your best friend will be delayed until next time you go to the market or until you don’t have so much vigilance. Also, in a crowded place will be easier to avoid the guards, later you can always tell them that you got lost.
Huffing you let the matress hug your back as you lay on the big bed. It’s useless to close your eyes, you have tryed to sleep some hours ago but the nerves doesn’t leave you rest.
Suddenly a torn scream makes you open your eyes wide. With the heart in a fist you seek the source of that cry, it has been inside the palace you are sure. When you hear the painful groans again you jump out of bed and run to the door without a second thought. Opening the doors abruptly you find the two guards looking very uncomfortable, both turn their heads towards you when you go out into the hall with them, but they say nothing
Friday dawned with bright excitement, despite the drizzling rain. It was as if sunshine filled Jamie’s heart, scattering the clouds. Nothing could ruin his mood.
Jamie had decided on a local Italian restaurant for their date. No, not a date. Just friends having dinner. Tonight. Alone. Just two friends.
Anxiety and excitement bubbled in his stomach. It was going to be a long work day.
“Sawny, sit down.” Willie’s voice came from behind him, knocking him away from his thoughts. “Yer making everyone uncomfortable.”
Jamie turned to look at his brother, a flash of sympathy lighting his dove eyes.
“I can’t, Willie. I’m just so… so…”
“Nervous? Excited? About to vomit?” Willie questioned as he led Jamie to the empty conference room to sit.
“Aye. All three. It’s stupid. I’ve gone to dinner with women before.”
Willie dropped into the chair beside him. “Sure. But, ye like this one. Otherwise, ye wouldna be so…fidgety.”
“I’m no fidgety,” Jamie replied, drumming his fingernails on the table. Willie raised a brow. “Aye, alright.”
“Just… dinna worry so much. If she didna like ye, she wouldna be having dinner with ye, aye?”
It did make sense. Damn Willie’s logic. “Aye, I guess.”
“So…it’s alright. Just, be yerself, and all that…”
Jamie sighed. “Thanks.”
Willie got up to leave, but turned in the doorway. “Just… dinna get sick on her.”
Jamie pulled in front of Claire’s house, a small brick building nestled behind an abnormally large garden. He couldn’t place the names of the flowers. Some he had never seen before. But the hazy purples, yellows, and reds grabbed at his artist heart. They were all so lovely.
I wonder which is Claire’s favorite…
As if conjuring her from his thoughts, she came bounding out of the door. Her little blue dress flounced around her, flipping up a bit with each step.
“Hullo, Jamie.” Her voice broke him away from his frank appreciation. She was always lovely, but he had never seen her… ‘dressed up.’ The blue was a true blue, giving her pale skin an ethereal glow. The lace overlay showed him hints of skin on her chest and arms. She was stunning.
And he was still staring.
“Oh, um, hello Claire. Ye look lovely.”
She blushed prettily, giving him a shy smile. “Thanks. You look great, too.”
He didn’t think so. In dark jeans and an olive button-up, he felt quite plain next to her. But, at least his clothes weren’t stained with paint, and for that he was thankful.
“Thank ye. Are ye ready for some pasta?”
She patted her stomach. “Lead the way.”
The Olive Pit was a local Italian restaurant, wedged between a children’s boutique and a loan office on the downtown strip. It didn’t boast much physically, being tiny with mismatched decor. But, the food was, simply put, exquisite.
“You know,” Claire began, staring at the photograph hanging next to their booth. “I’ve lived here most of my life, but I’ve never been to this place.”
Jamie’s ears perked. “Really? I dinna ken you had lived here that long…”
“Oh, yes,” Claire nodded distractedly, still fixated on the strange decorations on the walls.
“But, yer accent?”
She laughed. “I was born in Oxford. When I was 11…” Her gaze fell downward. “When I was 11, my parents died in a car crash. My Uncle Lamb became my guardian, then. And this was where he lived. Well, he still lives here.”
Jamie was taken aback by the information, but he felt nothing but empathy. “I’m so very sorry to hear that.”
She glanced up, eyes glistening without fallen tears. “Thank you, Jamie. It was a long time ago, but I still miss them.”
He reached across the table to grasp her hand.“Ye never stop, I dinna think. Ye’ll always miss them. But, they’re always a part of ye, ken? In yer heart.”
She sniffled. “How very…poetic of you.”
“Well, ye dinna get to be an artist without having a bit of a soft heart. Besides, I ken how ye feel. My parents have passed as well”
She smiled sadly, and squeezed his hand, squeezing his heart in the process. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t remember much of my mother…I was only 3. She died giving birth. My father, though… He… He died of a heart attack 4 years ago.” Jamie felt his own eyes prick thinking of his father, a large strong man taken down in an instant.
Claire squeezed his hand once more. “I’m sorry.”
She reached over with her free hand and brushed a tear from his cheek. “Look at us. We’re a mess, falling apart in public.”
He smiled at her observation. The two of them, tearing up on the first date. No. Not a date. “Well, at least we’re messes together.”
It was her turn to smile then. She blushed and ducked her head to study the menu. “So, what’s good here?”
He couldn’t help but notice that her hand was still in his.
My Opinion on this piece: First, the hair is a rip-off of Boomer. Second, the outfit looks good if u make the legs at least round. now thats my opinion, JK this last one well be bad, DONT U EVER CROSSOVER AN ANIME WITH PPG OR U WELL GET AN UGLY PICTURE. ok im done.
the arm above his head looks longer than the one that’s at his side…-Tord
Mmk. So what if art becomes one of the Earth’s best defences?
Let me explain. So I’m going off of the “They weren’t counting on bears” and it’s many variations and additions. So in this post, our earth flora and fauna defend us from invaders, right? Well what if aliens have a difficult time distinguishing between statues and paintings from real objects, people, animals, whatever. At least, the realistic stuff, that is.
What if the urge to create something that looks like something real, or to make mythical things seem real with marks on a page, or molded metal, or carved rock is something distinctly human. What if it’s something aliens have never encountered before?
To be fair, we are quite good at it. If you’ve ever seen images of sidewalk art that mess with distortion to create the illusion that it’s three dimensional, then you probably agree.
Maybe some kid runs behind a huge lion statue to try and avoid getting shot while running from some alien patrol, and the patrol suddenly stops in their tracks before retreating. The kid realises what happened and runs off to tell the others. Suddenly those gargoyles and winged lions protecting museums become more relevant than ever before. They become our guardians again. Artists begin to crank out statues and paint walls bursting with animals. Engineers join in the fun and work together with artists to create uncanny, moving replicas of moose, leopards, and what have you. Then they begin to make dragons, Griffins, and dinosaurs. The aliens can’t tell which are real and which are fake.
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Hey everyone! It only took me eleven-twelve days (five days of active drawing) and roughly 16-17 hours of drawing time, but I have a new thing! This time it’s The Joker.
Oh, and just saying, since some people seemed confused on my last drawing, that this drawing is entirely digital. No colored pencils, no paint. Just my Microsoft Surface Pro 4 and my free online Paint Tool, GIMP2. I mostly used the paintbrush tool, the spray paint tool, the color picker, and the smudge tool; no textures or anything fancy. I took most of the colors themselves from my reference, to get the best result possible. Not sure if that’s cheating, but since these drawings are more my own way of learning to get more detailed, I don’t think it matters too much?
Thought i’d pop in to tell anyone that sees this about some great groups with some great bops that don’t seem to be as popular as they should be imo
B.I.G - These boys are SUPER cute and very sweet. They’re really talented, and they have about 6 (give or take) videos for 1,2,3 (their latest song), one being them on exercise bikes. So Good.
Songs I Recommend: - 1,2,3 - Taola - Are You Ready
VAV - Now, I recently found this super talented, visually stunning cute group, and I haven’t gone back since. Who needs a bias in VAV anyway?
Songs I Recommend: - Flower (You) - Dance With Me
Topp Dogg - Now, I’ve loved these freaks for a while now and they STILL don’t seem to be loved by the masses? The members are adorable and their musical style can be literally anything, they’re just all round amazing.
Songs I Recommend: - Flower - The Beat - Rainy Day - Open The Door
Day6 - Maybe I’m wrong with calling them underrated … oh wait, I’m not. They’re the kind of group where people of heard of them but haven’t really listened to them. Trust me, when you listen to them for real, you’ll love em’.
Songs I Recommend: - Congratulations - Blood - Shape Of You (Cover) - She Will Be Loved (Cover)
Varsity - Relatively new. Super SUPER cute. Their comeback stage performances are great. If you’re looking for a new rookie group, here ya go.
Songs I Recommend: - Hole In One
The Legend - Like the name says; legendary. They’re cool and look like power rangers in the dance practice for Crush On You, who doesn’t want that? The members are too cute for their own good.
Songs I Recommend: - Crush On You
Madtown - STAN THEM!!! I’ve loved madtown for eons and when I say to stan them I really mean it. Seriously. They’re too underrated and underappreciated. They are literally amazing. Yes yes madtown yes.
Songs I Recommend: - New World - OMGT - Stunning
IMFACT - These boys do it all. Cute, sad, weird. They’re such a cute set of guys and they pull off all their musical styles really well. They’re easy to love and are worth giving a listen to.
Songs I Recommend: - Tension Up! - Lollipop - Feel So Good
KNK - They are literally so cute. Super cute. And so very good at what they do. I was sold at their debut and have been since, they’re really really good and that’s all I’ve got to say.
Songs I Recommend: - Knock - Angel Heart - Back Again
UP10TION - Extra, cute and funny boys that serve looks and real good music. If you haven’t already, hit them up!!
Songs I Recommend: - So, Dangerous - Holic - Catch Me!
AND, last (but not least, I might make another list lol) ……
CROSS GENE - Even though everyone and their mother has probably heard a cross gene song once in their life *cough* Play With Me *cough*, they are SUPER SUPER good and so so cute. Stanning cross gene will bring you no regrets, at least, no big ones. Maybe.
Songs I Recommend: - Noona, You - Play With Me - Ying Yang - Amazing Bad Lady
Hopefully if ya read the list you didn’t already know all the groups and got some recommendations. Even if you do know them, spread the word. Help them get more recognition for being GREAT!~
Things were good, actually no things were great before it all happened.
Now, I feel so lost, lost for words, lost with my sense of direction, lost in my thoughts…I am lost. I have so many questions, I’m starting to think my life has become nothing but a series of questions.
Thing is they are legitimate questions but they are still yet to be answered, will they ever be answered? Did I deserve this, does anyone deserve this?
Do you ever just look at someone and think to yourself, wow they are so lucky I wish I lived their life or when will I finally be satisfied with the life I live. I used to be like them you know, happy, or at least I thought I was happy.
Now..now I just sit, I feel numb, so numb in fact that I feel as if someone could drive a knife through me and I wouldn’t feel an ounce of pain.
Emotions, what are emotions?
Feelings, huh I feel nothing but emptiness…
Hope, I used to think that was all I needed to get through life, that was until you. You made me give up on hope, give up on practically everything I lived for.
Oh but look at you, everything has worked out pleasantly well for you hasn’t it?
Pain, I guess the only good thing is I no longer feel it, pain..that is. Or maybe I do, but I have become immune to it because that’s what anyone would do right?
Tenari Ioapo - Everything I’m not // Excerpt from a book I’m writing.
genre: part one in a drabble series called ‘limerence’ about boyfriend!zach
about: not only did you literally stumble into zach, but into his heart as well.
Your first day at a brand new school couldn’t be going better. You had single-handedly managed to rip your brand new silk dress, lose your class schedule, and make 0 friends in a span of less than 4 hours.
“What kind of shit is this?” You thought to yourself as you searched the sea of students in the crowded hall for a friendly face, finding none. You needed to ask someone to show you where the science hall was and help you open your locker, but no one seemed to want to give you the time of day.
There was a tedious familiarity of standing alone in a crowded space, watching people pass you by and feeling like you were merely an object strategically placed to display teenage normalcy.
The end of lunch was fast approaching and standing feeling sorry for yourself was getting old. With newfound determination you bobby pinned the strap of your dress back on, put the loose tendrils of your hair behind your ear, and murmured a soft, “you got this, kid,” under your breath.
You had spotted a girl dressed in a vivid daffodil colored sundress and you made a beeline straight towards her. Consumed by your sudden sense of purpose and thoughts of how she looked like a beacon of light in the cold murky waters that was the student body, you hadn’t noticed a certain tall basketball player was about to cross your path.
With a small gasp of surprise you butted straight into his side, swaying backwards and tripping over your feet. A small groan of defeat left your lips as a small ache developed on the bridge of your nose.
“Hey are you okay?”
His voice was like deep, rich, smooth chocolate and laced with such genuine concern that it almost seemed to quell the dull twinge of pain on your face. Wanting to see if such an alluring voice had an equally alluring face you looked up and damn it did.
You could feel your eyes involuntarily widening and the once leisure pace of your beating heart turn rapid. You swept over the gorgeous expanse of his face, committing the slope of his nose and the smooth flesh of his pout to memory in case you never had another chance to be at such close proximity to him.
“Not trying to be rude, but i’m pretty sure we lost this staring contest a long time ago.” His words brought you back to reality and an uncontrollable blush coated your cheeks, you were sure he could feel the burning heat of them.
“Actually you lost, i’ve been staring for how long?” Is all you could muster, trying to mask your embarrassment with humor. The beautiful stranger let out a small chuckle, a sound so lovely it brought a smile to your face.
“So long I think you broke a record just now,” he responds playing along. “The dudes from guinness world records should be here any minute now.”
You pretend to look around the halls in search for them. “Good. They’re not here yet, I still have time to prepare my acceptance speech.” You both laugh at your comment and you can’t help the bubbling giddiness you feel from the silly exchange of words with him. “You’re funny, whats your name?”
“Nice. I’m Zach.” You had never thought a name could be this hot until now. Wanting to prolong your time with him, get your stupid locker open, and get to at least one class without being late you asked, “Well Zach, besides helping me break world records would you mind helping me with the glorious task of opening my locker and taking me to the science hall? You will be rewarded generously.”
His coffee brown eyes look off into the distance, pretending to ponder over your offer. “Lead the way.”
Your lips turn up in a content smile, walking over to your locker with a spring in your step. “My combination is 0-8-24.”
You watch as his lithe fingers spin over the lock, opening it on the first time with a satisfying click. “There you go.”
You try not to gape at how quickly and simply he opened it, you had stood there before for a good 10 minutes without any luck. “I swear I know how to open lockers, this one just didn’t like me.”
He smiles amused at how adorably your eyebrows furrowed, expressing your distaste at the rusty blue locker. “Well now that this is opened, whats my reward?”
He takes a flirtatious tone, insinuating that he has a certain something in mind.
“Well that depends, what do you want?” Your words come out breathy as he steps closer to you. He laughs lightly at the sudden change in your tone, the once ringing voice now soft-spoken.
“A date,” he responds in an indifferent tone that is more suited to say just buying some stuff or gonna go out for a walk. You raise your eyebrow at his request, faking your cool composure.
“Take me to the science hall and submit a one page essay about why I should and I might just consider it.”
hello! this is the first time i’ve ever put one of my works out there and i’d really appreciate any feedback anyone has :-)
Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ I missed writing Bucky fanfictions. This fluffy happy feeling writing them is just lovely and a good distraction from everything else. I still got a lot of ideas to write and also requests to write which I try to write soon. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ♥
Summary - With your polaroid camera you took many pictures already and hung them up your bedroom wall. Bucky coming to your room with a problem with his phone, seems to be quite interested in your pictures.
Words - 1,340
Warnings - FLUFF! *o*
“Hey, Y/N”, Bucky knocks on your door.
You pause writing the report for Steve about the last mission and turn down the music a bit, so it’s still audible, but not to loud for a conversation. You look over to Bucky who comes into your room with his phone in his hand and a clueless face.
“What’s up, Buck?”
“I’ve got a problem with the phone again”, he admits, scratching the nap of his neck. You shake your head with a smile, put the laptop on your nightstand to move over to the edge of your bed.
“Come here”, you order Bucky, tapping the bed next to you for him to sit down.
“Why do you always come to me with these things actually?”, you ask, taking the phone and looking at it, trying to figure out the problem. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can help you with these things, too.” “Yeah, I don’t know. I think you explain it easier”, Bucky laughs slightly embarrassed that he still has problems with today’s electronics.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you, Y/N!” Of course Jensen subjects you to his dazzling signature smile, the one that reminds you of kittens and rainbows and all of that corny shit.
He drags you in for an insanely tight hug as if that will make your moodiness disappear. Well, the joke’s on you because it’s starting to work.
Damn his perfect physique. How are you supposed to stay pissed when an attractive man who smells delicious is touching you?
You gather up enough super strength to shake those distracting thoughts away. That’s an exhausting problem that you’ll save for another day. As of today, there’s no way in hell that you’re letting him off the hook this time.
Summary: This was, without a doubt, the craziest thing you had ever done. Roughly inspired by the Goblet of Fire.
Tags: Grinding, oral sex, fingering, etc.
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