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Stay  ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

There’s something beautiful about the summer- they way it creates a new version of reality where music sounds better and happiness feels sweeter. Parties can give the same kind of feeling where nothing feels real, but all of it feels great. Well, until the next morning.

This makes an end of the summer party the pinnacle of a new reality. Inhibitions run low and everything else is on overdrive. In a week they will all be students again, studying to ensure the best future possible. But for tonight they are 60% alcohol and 40% bad decisions.

“Y/N!” Jess squeals with excitement, running towards the girl who just entered the room. She had been away visiting family abroad for the majority of the summer, and while the beaches had given a whole new meaning to the word ‘paradise’, this was where she was truly happiest.

“Jess!” she returns the enthusiasm, hugging her best friend tightly. The warm breezes that blew in through her window every morning this past summer brought her comfort, but this was home.

“I want in,” Justin grins, approaching the two and enveloping them between his arms.

“God I’ve missed you guys,” she sighs contentedly.

“You have so much third wheeling to catch up on,” Jess teases light heartedly.

Her face twists up unpleasantly at the thought. She loves both Jess and Justin dearly, but she does not love the thought of third wheeling. “With all due respect, I think I’ll pass.”

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N?!” a fourth voice enters the picture, causing the trio to part and turn towards the person walking towards them.

Jeff Atkins. Baseball star and literal ray of sunshine with the face of an angel and the body of a Greek God.

“Hey, Jeff,” she laughs, walking away from Jess and Justin to meet him halfway.

“I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jeff grins warmly, brushing her arm with his hand. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s always been so sweet.

“It’s only been like two months,” she mirrors his grin. It’s impossible not to smile back at someone who radiates warmth the way he does.

“Feels like forever though. Especially since I was used to seeing you everyday at school. You look nice by the way,” he bumps her shoulder.

“I missed you, too,” she chuckles, “I look like I always do.”

“Exactly.”

She bites her lips together before looking down shyly and letting them fall apart into a smile. Jeff Atkins was so genuinely good in a way that was uniquely him.

“Jeff!” Troy yells from the outside patio, “Beer pong, now, c’mon man!”

“Coming!” Jeff yells back to Troy, but turns back to her before walking away. “Come watch us play? You can practice cheering me on for baseball season,” his mouth twists into a smirk.

“Who says I’m gonna come to your baseball games?” She challenges playfully, using quick wit to redeem herself from the shy smile.

“Don’t break my heart, Y/N,” he pouts childishly, walking backward to join the boys for a game of beer pong but not breaking eye contact with her. He finally turns away from her to exit the house and join those outside, but not before mouthing a “pleaasssseeee” and sticking out his bottom lip.

“I’ll be there in a second!” she yells so he can hear her over the music.

His pout transforms into a grin before he disappears through the threshold, indicating that he heard her.

“So how about a double date instead of third wheeling?” Justin and Jess approach her with Justin wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh shut up,” her face heats up at the thought, “He’s a nice guy. He’s friendly with everyone.”

“Yeah, but he doesn’t flirt with everyone,” Jess interjects, crossing her arms over her chest vindictively.

“He didn’t ask me to cheer for him,” Justin fakes offense, “Honestly I’m a little hurt.”

“Fuck off, Justin,” she laughs loudly, putting her hands over her face.

“You better get out there,” Justin presses, gesturing to the sliding door, “After all, it’s mine and Jess’s two month anniversary so an intense make-out session could happen at anytime.”

“Bye!” she turns on her heels quickly, running away from her friends before they could make things awkward, or more awkward.

***
Five cups of jungle juice and two games of beer pong later she’s sitting on a folding lawn chair watching Jeff singlehandedly win a third game of beer pong since Troy had wandered off and was bothering Hannah and Clay.

After sinking another shot, Jeff notices where Troy had gone. A brief look of panic flashes across his face before he mutters a quick, “be right back!”, making a beeline for Troy. Jeff was just about as invested in Clay and Hannah as Clay was in Hannah. She wondered just how much better off the world would be if everyone had the same heart as Jeff.

“Did you save the day?” she asks upon Jeff’s return. She’s quite drunk and seeing two of everything, including two Jeffs. How wonderful would that be? A world with two Jeff Atkins. Incredible.

“I don’t know about that,” he chuckles modestly, “It’s up to Clay.”

“Meanwhile that beer run is up to you, buddy” Troy points out, his words slurring together.

“Later man,” Jeff replies, picking up a ping pong ball.

“Because you definitely need more alcohol,” she rolls her eyes at Troy, a sick feeling blossoming in her stomach.

“Don’t be a buzzkill, Y/N,” Troy retorts.

“Hey, relax,” Jeff snaps at Troy, “you’ll get your beer.”

The sick feeling in her stomach intensifies tenfold. She doesn’t want him to go, but she can’t beg him to stay. He’s not drunk, he would never jeopardize his life or anyone else’s so recklessly. But something about it still doesn’t feel right. He shouldn’t go.

She stands up, wobbling slightly. She grabs the back of her lawn chair to steady herself before heading back for the house. The twisting in her stomach is ominous in a way that refuses to be ignored.

“Where’re you going?” Jeff asks, his eyebrows knitting together.

“I need another drink,” she mumbles, brushing past him.

***
Three shots and a game of suck and blow later she’s feeling light and airy. All the anxiety from earlier has been replaced with a tingling feeling that reaches her feet. She’s quite hammered, and all the slip ups in suck and blow have her laughing and her sides aching. She’s starting to get lightheaded.

“I’m gonna go get some air,” she gasps in-between fits of laughter.

“Can you even walk?” Jess giggles.

“I’ll crawl if I have to,” she shrugs, stumbling her way out the door.

***
There’s nothing like the refreshing sensation of cool air hitting your skin after being cooped up in a house full of drunks, especially when you’re drunk yourself. The feeling of a breeze on her face is intoxicating in its own right, so she continues to walk around the outside of the house until she reaches the front.

There’s someone else at the front of the house, too. She can only see their back as they walk towards the row of cars, but she knows who it is. Suddenly she remembers why she felt the need to down three shots of vodka.

“Atkins,” she calls out, stumbling a bit as she walks forward.

He turns around at the sound of his name, smiling when he sees who it is. “Hey, you. Looks like you got that drink you wanted,” he laughs lightheartedly at her shaky balance.

“You making that beer run?” she asks, wringing her hands together nervously.

“Yeah. I’m not even a little buzzed, don’t worry,” he says soothingly.

“Stay,” she says softly.

“Huh?” he tilts his head to the side.

She continues to walk forward until she’s standing right in front of him, her weight falling to the side enough to make her falter. He reaches out to steady her, keeping a firm grasp on her side. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself before locking her eyes on his.

“Stay,” she repeats.

“Y/N, it’s okay I’m completely fine I promise. I only had two beers like two hours ago,” he assures, his voice gentle.

“I know, but it’s not like anybody needs anymore alcohol. I’m one of the more sober ones right now and that says a lot. Honestly I don’t even know how I made it out here on my own,” she sighs, “Just stay, please. ”

He looks at her softly, his eyes studying the worry etched onto her face. She feels so delicate in his grasp, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with too much pressure. He has always been enamored with her.

“Okay,” he moves his hands to hold her face, “I’ll stay.”

She lets out a heavy breath, letting her forehead rest against his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Maybe she was worrying over nothing, maybe she wasn’t, but she’s unexplainably relieved at those words.

“You gotta promise to watch me play baseball though,” he teases.

“I’ll be there every game with a sign that has your name on it,” she laughs, tilting her chin up to look at him.

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” he shakes his head,“I might just fall in love with you.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.”

“Don’t leave for two months at a time,” he counters, grinning boyishly.

“I’d stay right here forever if I could,” she tightens her arms around him.

“I’d kiss you if you weren’t like 10 drinks deep right now,” he laughs, rubbing her back gingerly.

“Let’s go inside. I need to get sober. Right now. Immediately,” she pulls away, grabbing his hand to tow him behind her. Their laughter echoes down the empty street as they run around to the back of the house.

There’s something beautiful about the end of summer- the way things begin to feel more permanent. A simple request can change so much. All he had to do was stay. And he did.


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A Lesson in Love (The End)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,898

A/N: This is it, y’all. We’ve finally reached the final part of the series and, because I’m a sentimental son of a gun, I’ll post a proper goodbye post to this story sometime in the next day or two.

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@avengerstories - Without you, there would be no ALiL. I can’t thank you enough for you endless support.

Originally posted by caps-bucky

You wake up early the next morning, eyes blinking wearily as you struggle to free yourself from the last remaining tendrils of slumber. It’s not a simple task, mostly because you’re still exhausted and all you want to do is fall go back to sleep.

But you can’t. Something woke you up and you need to figure out what it was.

As you begin to come to, so do your senses. A quick sweep around your surroundings lets you know that you’re not in your apartment and the feeling of someone wrapped around you is the only clue you need to figure out that you’re not alone. You turn your head slightly, nose catching the scent of antibacterial soap - a smell that your brain immediately connects to doctors and hospitals.

Hospitals.

The last bit of confusion about your current location fades away as your brain catches up with your senses. You’re with Bucky.

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Make Believe

Characters:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Dean and reader pose as a couple to lure a vampire

Word Count:  2540

Warnings:  Smut, language, near death situation

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by winsmut

Make Believe

We were in the middle of this hunt when Mary called. We couldn’t exactly walk out on this, so Sam had volunteered to help Mary while Dean and I stay behind to finish the job.

Which led to the situation that I’m now in. It’s not so much a situation as a ‘how the holy fuck did it end up like this’ type of scenario. At the moment, as I sit in the Impala at the edge of a secluded forest with Dean, I wish that Dean had gone and Sam had stayed.

Not that it wouldn’t have been weird with Sam. It would have been weird, just a different kind of weird. Normal weird, not weird-weird. Sure, Sam is six plus feet of handsome, but the relationship I have with him is more sibling-ish. I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for Sam - the kind where my heart races a bit faster when he’s near and my girly bits get all tingly. Dean, on the other hand, has that effect on me. My relationship with Dean is strictly platonic, but that doesn’t mean a girl can’t dream. And boy, do I ever dream. The man is fucking sex on bow-legs. Can you blame a girl?

Here’s the thing about this particular vampire - he’s got a bit of a twisted fetish. His tastes run into the kinky. He likes to take his victims mid-coitus. Doing the nasty. Knocking boots. The horizontal Mambo. He’s a real piece of work. Like I said, he’s a kinky son of a bitch.

His modus operandi is to kill the male and snatch the female. We haven’t quite figured out what he does with the girls, but our best guess is he turns them. And keeps them for his own amusement, if you catch my drift.

But I’m getting off course here. Right now my gut is swirling with butterflies, my heart pounding loudly enough that this vampire can probably hear it a mile off. In just a moment, I’m going to be making out with Dean. Sure, it’s for the greater good, I volunteer as tribute, blah blah blah. I know it’s not real, it’s just for show, but I’m nervous as hell. I’m staring at his lips and he’s giving me that cocky as hell smirk, you know the one I’m talking about. His tongue darts out to lick his lower lip and I practically swoon. I’m like Scarlet fucking O’hara, I’ve got a case of the vapors. I might actually pass out.  

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I Got You On My Mind [Part 6]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: After regaining some of your memories, you and Jungkook finally face the truth.

Word count: 1.9k words

Originally posted by jungxook

When Jieun came home, she found you sitting on the floor. Your eyes were red, but your tears had dried long ago. Jieun regarded your blank expression with concern, immediately dropping to the ground to check on you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jieun asked frantically, looking at your body for injuries. “Did you hurt your leg again? Why are you crying?”

You sighed and closed your eyes, feeling more tired than upset. Jieun’s flittering hands stilled, as if she sensed that something was off.

“Y/N?”

“I remember now, Jieun,” you said. “I remember what happen that night, and what happened after. I know that you and Jungkook were a thing, and that he rejected me right away.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Jieun whispered, her own eyes watering. “I didn’t want to upset you or confuse you. It hurt you so much the first time, I didn’t want to see you go through it again.”

“I just don’t understand,” you replied, your voice strained with frustration. “Did you like him? Do you still like him? Is that why you tried to hide your relationship with him from me?”

“What? No! No, of course not,” Jieun exclaimed, her eyes widening with surprise. “I mean, I did have a bit of a crush on him, but our relationship was just physical. It ended as soon as you two figured out that you’re…you know, soulmates.”

“But I’m still confused,” you said, trying to hold off another wave of tears. “Jungkook said he wanted nothing to do me. But now he’s so sweet. He’s like two different people, and I don’t know which one is the real him.”

“Just talk to him,” Jieun smiled, rubbing your back gently. “He’s not as bad as you remember. I’m sure the person Jungkook is with you now is the person he wishes he was when you first met.”

“Still, why was he so cruel in the beginning?” you asked helplessly. “I don’t know if I can forgive that.”

“Only Jungkook can answer that,” Jieun replied softly. “Promise me you’ll talk to him, okay?”

You nodded, realizing that Jieun knew much more than she let on. She helped you to your feet and led you back to the couch. You decided you wouldn’t press her for more information, because in the end, you would need to talk to Jungkook eventually.


Even though you had decided to talk to Jungkook, you hadn’t been able to muster enough courage to confront him. He had no idea that you had regained your memories, so he was contacting you like usual. But when you picked up your phone to reply, the events of your first encounter flashed before your eyes. Every time that happened, you put your phone down and tried to ignore your heavy heart.

So, to put it simply, you had been ignoring Jungkook for the past week.

You had several unread messages in your inbox from Jungkook. Surely Jungkook was so popular, he wasn’t used to be ignored. The texts started coming less frequently, and you wondered if they would eventually stop all together. You figured–albeit guiltily–that if Jungkook really wanted company, he could find another girl.

One Thursday afternoon, you were reading through some notes sent to you by a classmate when you heard Jungkook’s thoughts whispering in the back of your head. You jumped, growing unaccustomed to your soulmate’s presence after such a long period of silence.

“Why isn’t she talking to me?” Jungkook thought, and although it was quiet in your mind, you could hear the worry in your voice. Your heart panged, and you felt bad for assuming the worst of Jungkook. Clearly, he was still thinking of you. “Did I do something wrong again?”

Again.

No, not again. The first mistake was hurtful enough. But of course, Jungkook had no idea that you remembered what he had done. You wanted to scream at him–make him hurt as much as he had hurt you. But you also just wanted to see him again, because you had grown to love the caring side of Jungkook that he had shown you.

“Maybe her condition got worse,” came Jungkook’s next thought, which sounded even more alarmed than the last. “I should stop by. Yeah–I’ll go after class.”

You jumped to your feet, wavering as you tried to catch your balance. Reaching out for your crutches, you hobbled out of your room and into the living room, where Jieun was playing guitar.

“Jieun!” you screeched, making her jump.

“Oh my god!” Jieun squealed, placing a hand over her heart dramatically. “Why are you screaming at me?”

“Jungkook’s coming here after his class is over,” you hurried to explain, your words overlapping in your haste. Still, Jieun understood what you were trying to say.

“Oh, so do you need me to leave?” Jieun asked, setting aside her guitar. “I can disappear for an hour or two.”

“No, no! Definitely do not leave,” you squeaked desperately. “I’m not ready to see him! I need you to cover for me. Tell him that I’m not home and that I forgot my phone here.”

“What? Y/N, are you avoiding him?” Jieun demanded, her face growing dark. “You promised me that you would talk to him! Ignoring your problems won’t make them go away.”

“I know, I know!” you replied. “And I will talk to him, but I’m just not ready yet. I need time to process everything so that I can face him properly. I don’t want to get upset and ruin things forever.”

Jieun’s face softened at your obvious fear, and she sighed. “I understand why you’re scared, but you should trust Jungkook a little bit too,” she argued. “He’s shown you that he’s a good guy, right? I get why you’re so hesitant, believe me. But I’m also seeing this from Jungkook’s perspective, too.”

“You’re my friend, be on my side!” you whined. Jieun rolled her eyes at you.

“Okay, don’t do that. I’m doing what’s best for you,” Jieun said. “Even though you don’t want to talk to him now, in the long run, you’ll be thanking me for making you two work out your problems.”

“I’ll thank you even more if you cover for me this one time,” you said, on the borderline of begging. “I swear I’ll talk to him after, Jieun! I just need a little more time. I’m really not ready to see Jungkook.”

“Fine,” Jieun sighed, falling back onto the couch in frustration. “I’ll cover for you this one time. You can go hide in your room or whatever.”

“Thank you so much, Jieun!” you cried. “I love you so much! You’re the best.”

“I know,” Jieun laughed. “And I’m assuming you ignored all of Jungkook’s attempts to contact you up until now?”

You looked away guiltily.


When Jungkook knocked on the door, you were hiding in your room. Your bedroom door was left slightly ajar, so if you peeked through, you could see the foyer. Jieun approached it, glaring at you as she did. You sent her a thankful smile.

Jieun opened the door, but you couldn’t see Jungkook.

“Oh, Jieun,” Jungkook said. You missed the sound of his sweet voice–you could admit that. “Is Y/N around? I haven’t heard from her since I saw her last week.”

“No, she’s not around,” Jieun replied easily. “Y/N had to spend the week with her grandparents, because they got really worried when they heard about the accident. And she was dumb enough to leave her phone at home.”

“Oh,” Jungkook said, sounding surprised. It sounded like a valid excuse, and you were a little shocked that Jieun was so good at lying. “I’m surprised she didn’t tell me earlier.”

“It’s because she didn’t know that she would be leaving until her grandparents showed up,” Jieun answered. She continued a bit sheepishly, “Actually, I was supposed to tell you that she would be out of town. I guess I forgot.”

“Yeah, guess you did,” Jungkook replied dryly. Jieun just shrugged and sent him a carefree smile. “When will she be back?”

“Sometime next week,” Jieun said. You gulped, realizing that she was giving you a deadline.

“Alright,” Jungkook said slowly. He sounded like he was getting ready to leave. “Thanks, I guess.”

Jieun began to close the door slowly. You exhaled in relief, feeling your body deflate. I can’t believe that worked, you thought. Jieun should have been an actress.

“What the fuck?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly thundered. Jieun jumped, backing away from the door. Jungkook burst through the foyer. “Why are you lying to me?”

“W-what are you talking about?” Jieun stammered.

“Y/N, where are you?” Jungkook called out, ignoring Jieun completely. “I know you’re here. I can hear you thinking right now.”

Oh shit.

“Yeah, oh shit is right,” Jungkook snorted. He scanned the apartment, finally settling on your bedroom door. He saw your face peeking through, and he smiled slightly and began to approach you.

Accepting your fate, you pulled yourself to your feet and opened the door, clutching the doorframe for support.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Jungkook asked once he stood in front of you, the hurt clear in his downtrodden expression. “Did I do something to upset you?”

“Yeah, you did,” you replied tiredly.

“What was it?” Jungkook questioned, confused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, if I did. I thought you had a good time with me last week.”

“I did,” you smiled. “You’ve been really great since the hospital. You helped me a lot, and you’re fun to be around.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Jungkook asked, cocking his head adorably in confusion.

“It’s what happened before then,” you said simply.

Jungkook paled, his mouth opening slightly. His eyes lowered, and you could see his jaw clenching. He stood there quietly for a few moments, but eventually, he tentatively lifted his gaze to meet yours.

“You remember everything,” Jungkook said quietly. It wasn’t a question. He was biting his lip nervously, and you wondered why he was the nervous one when it was you who had been deceived all along.

“Not everything, but I remember enough,” you responded. You broke your eye contact with Jungkook, feeling overwhelmed. “I don’t understand you at all, Jungkook. Why are being so nice now?”

“It’s…it’s a really long story,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t justify what I did, but if it means anything to you, I regret everything that happened that night. I didn’t mean a word I said.”

“Then why did you say what you did?”

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” Jungkook replied. “I can explain it to you if you’re willing to listen. I’ll tell you everything, I promise. And if you don’t want to see me after this, I won’t bother you ever again.”

“How do I know that what you’re saying is the truth?” you asked, looking at Jungkook for any signs of deceit.

“You’ll just have to trust me.”

You almost laughed–how could you trust him so easily again? But you remembered the boy who  had slept by your bedside in the hospital, and the boy who acted like you were the most interesting thing in the world. The boy who had promised to sing to you.

“Fine, I’ll listen,” you breathed.

- Girl in Luv

Ok…this took to long. I kind of lost inspiration for this series, but it’s back now! You can expect more regular updates. The story’s drawing to a close…so what do think is going to happen? Also heads up: no posts tomorrow night. We’re going to prom!!! Thanks for reading guys! Ya girl’s gonna get turnt!

We Are Young: Chapter 1

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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“Coach is going to kill you.”

Aelin had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. She glanced over at Nehemia, but the dark skinned beauty was too busy backing into a parking spot of the school parking lot to pay her any attention.

Uncle Orlon,” The car came to a stop and Aelin sent Nehemia another pointed look - “Isn’t going to kill me for added a little extra sugar in my coffee.” A pause. “Uncle Weylan might though.”

“There are several things wrong with your statement,” Lysandra spoke up from the back of the car. She leant forward to look at herself in the rearview mirror, fixing her hair as she spoke. “One, you got a gingerbread latte and added three extra packets of sugar. I wouldn’t call that ‘a little’. And two,” Lysandra turned, sending Aelin a deadly smile. “Coach Weylan will definitely kill you when he finds out.”

If he finds out.” Aelin smirked, taking a big sip of her over sugared drink.

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Steven Universe Theory: White Diamond Is The Enemy

SPOILER ALERT: THIS THEORY CONTAINS SO MANY SPOILERS. You have been warned!

As of January 6th, 2017, we have been officially introduced to three diamonds: Yellow, Blue and Pink. But what about White?

Personally, the most interesting theorizing for me has been originating from the Pyramid Temple, and here’s why.

First of all I want to point out something that no one has before: The Pyramid Temple is the first place we see the Diamond Authority symbol. That’s right. The new symbol. The symbol made after the shattering of Pink Diamond. The symbol that everyone believed made its debut in ‘Jail Break,’ was completely visible in season one, episode eight. Don’t believe me?

The symbol is first seen to the far left as the gems are entering the temple. It is surrounded by what looks to be a sun, and rays of light. Seem familiar? A certain light with a song of some sort? That’s right. The corruption song, revealed to us in both Lapis’ backstory and Centi’s drawings.

The second time the symbol is more clearly visible, after Steven has ‘touched the magical thing he is definitely always never supposed to’ and the gems land in the center of the temple.

(Do I have your attention yet?) What this means is that this temple was created after the war…at least, after the shattering of Pink Diamond, and the re-creation of the Diamond Authority symbol. What exactly is the purpose of this temple? I’ll get to that in another theory.

I will be referencing SliceofOtaku’s ‘Source of Corruption’ theory…so feel free to go check it out!

After the gems enter the temple, before Steven messes with the magical thing, we are introduced to another mural, one that has been used in many theories thus far.

The mural introduces us to four main beings, three being what is assumed to be diamonds, and the last, Rose Quartz. Just barely out of sight, we can see the sun and the moon on opposite ends of the mural, so we can assume that the mural is meant to be read, or translated in a counterclockwise manner. We are also introduced to an unbelievable amount of hands, and small black figures that we assume represent humans, or crystal gems. Again, we’ll get back to a lot more information on this mural in another theory. The main focus is the center mural, the one with Rose Quartz.

Many have speculated that this mural is depicting Rose Quartz fighting against a Diamond. Others have speculated that this is Lapis Lazuli because of the wave like structure beneath her, but that theory has essentially been proven wrong, and it is safe to say that this is in fact a Diamond. But which Diamond?

Many theorized that this was Yellow Diamond or Blue Diamond, because of the triangular symbol on her chest. Others have speculated that this is just a universal symbol of a Diamond, and it could be Pink Diamond, and that this mural was the depiction of the last battle between Pink Diamond and Rose Quartz. I think differently.

White Diamond is and has always been the top of the Diamonds. This is shown by her symbol constantly being at the top of the Diamond Authority symbol, and her mural on the Moon Base shows that she has the most colonized planets and moons by far. Some would argue that she is the ‘oldest’ of the Diamonds. Regardless, she is definitely at the top of her game, even though we have little proof to show it.

When Yellow Diamond was first introduced, fans were in awe. I myself thought that she was just an epiphany of beauty, authority, and everything that a personified diamond would be. She was Yellow Diamond.

When the world was introduced to Blue Diamond, we were given a different aspect of the Diamonds entirely. Diamonds had feelings. Diamonds could be distraught. Diamonds could be vulnerable. Diamonds were capable of the same earth-shattering, depressing emotions that we humans are.

Later on in “That Will Be All” we see that even Yellow Diamond is troubled by the loss of Pink. Even though the two Diamonds are handling the situation very differently, the two still feel the loss of a close figure, some might even say a sister or a lover. Yellow attempts to console her fellow Diamond and encourages her to get back up and be the leader that she needs to be. Yellow has obviously continued her responsibilities as a Diamond, but Blue just hasn’t. Instead, she’s focused on keeping Pink’s legacy alive, and it has made her a shell of what she used to be. Yellow is obviously trying to pull her fellow Diamond from this pit of despair, and return her to her authoritative figure. But where is White Diamond? Surely the head of the Diamond Authority wouldn’t want a fellow Diamond wallowing in despair forever. Wouldn’t she?

Even though Yellow is trying to encourage Blue to stop mourning over the loss of Pink, she’s still there. She’s still concerned about her fellow Diamond. She’s present, and accounting for all of Blue’s latest activity. White Diamond is essentially nonexistent, but she’s not shattered.

We can tell that White Diamond is not shattered/bubbled/missing because:
- She is still present in the Diamond Authority symbol.
- She is not mentioned as a bubbled or shattered gem.
- She is not being mourned over like Pink.
- There are no gems that we have seen bubbled that resemble a Diamond.

Of course, this is only a theory, and it is entirely possible that White Diamond is shattered/bubbled/missing, but I feel that it’s highly unlikely. I mean with that many colonies to run at once, (and certainly more since the war) I think anyone would qualify as ‘missing.’

So what does any of this have to do with White Diamond being the enemy? I’ll tell you. White Diamond shattered Pink Diamond.

That’s preposterous! Why? How? Where?

Rose Quartz shattered Pink Diamond! It’s fact!

No. It’s not. Just like media, it’s what they want you to believe. But who’s they? The higher-ups. The leaders. White Diamond.

Rose’s sword was made to destroy a gem’s body, never the gem. Rose would never shatter someone, as stated by Steven, and I think I stand by that. Of course everyone says that she had to do what she had to, and that it was true, but I just don’t buy it. I think Rose ‘poofed’ Pink Diamond, but nothing more.

Let’s go back to the mural.

Here we can see Rose battling a Diamond. But what is that in front of her? A diamond. A pink diamond. Could this be the actual Pink Diamond? Yes!

It has been made clear that White Diamond is the leader of the Diamond Authority. She wouldn’t care about a small rebellion. Not near enough to come to earth. So what would make her come to earth? Pink Diamond. The well-being of a fellow Diamond. As soon as Pink Diamond is ‘poofed’ or shattered, things get super real for the Diamonds. The rebellion isn’t a game anymore. One of their own is in danger, and that’s enough for White Diamond to put an end to it all.

Rose Quartz proved that this rebellion wasn’t something that could be handled with a snap of their fingers. The Beta Kindergarten was proof of that. As stated by Peridot, the Beta Kindergarten was Homeworld’s scrambled attempt to generate extra soldiers on the ground, mid-way through the rebellion. This wasn’t Homeworld’s attempt. This was Pink Diamond’s attempt. Jasper further reiterates this fact by her emotional speech about her purpose being to fight from the very beginning, because of what Rose Quartz did to her colony, her planet and her Diamond.

Rose Quartz has always been presented to us as a lovely, beautiful being. I personally can’t imagine her harming another gem, not to mention the being that created her. I think Rose Quartz ‘poofed’ Pink Diamond, holding her hostage, and was using her as a means of negotiating with Homeworld and the rest of the Diamond Authority. This is when White Diamond joins the war.

White Diamond finally travels to earth, and brings reinforcements with her. In a final attempt at ending the rebellion, and the gem colonization of earth, Rose Quartz negotiates with White Diamond alone.

It is common knowledge in the real world, that only diamonds can cut diamonds.

Depicted in one of the first murals ever given to us, White Diamond delivers a shattering blow meant for Rose Quartz, but instead strikes the bubbled and defenseless, Pink Diamond, and shatters her gem for good. Infuriated, distraught, and bent on revenge, White Diamond blames Rose Quartz for the death of her fellow Diamond, and who would deny it? The very leader of the Homeworld gems and the Great Diamond Authority.

At an unknown time period afterwards, Homeworld gems are called to retreat, and the three remaining Diamonds join together to create the corruption song. Sadly, many gems are unable to escape, left on earth as corrupted gems, mere shells of what they used to be. Thus, ending the rebellion and the colonization of earth. White Diamond returns to her duties as a Diamond, while Blue and Yellow mourn for their fellow Diamond.

Of course, gem activity does not come to an immediate halt after the rebellion, the Pyramid Temple and the Cluster being examples of that, but we’ll try to figure that out in another theory.

As for White Diamond’s involvement in future episodes of the show, I feel that she will be the last villain Steven and the Crystal Gems face. The show revolves around empathy, and I feel that both Blue and Yellow will be able to be won over by Steven’s compassionate nature, or at least they will think twice about what actually happened in the rebellion. Perhaps in some sort of argument within the council itself, White Diamond would angrily admit that she was the one that shattered Pink Diamond, or in a battle between the Crystal Gems and the Diamonds, they discover Diamonds can’t be shattered by normal gems, and the Diamond’s whole worlds would be changed forever. Homeworld gems would be changed forever. All because of the one Diamond above them all.

White Diamond.

I hope you guys enjoyed my theory on White Diamond and I’ll be working on other theories soon!

All Too Well | Pt. 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,434

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You wish that your natural inclination toward Yoongi’s gestures, thoughts, and emotions was something you could flick off like a light switch. You wish you could turn off certain memories and knowledge, how you could tell and understand so readily about what Yoongi was thinking about.

The boy use to always be a stellar liar, able to cover up his emotions well in the form of a defense mechanism, but over the time you got to know him and date him and love him, you’ve always been unbelievably good at reading him. You understood better than most about how the air around him hung and what kind of emotions were always just brimming underneath the surface.

But you hate having that kind of knowledge now. You hate knowing that even after all this time, all this distance, after that heartbreak, Yoongi still cares. He cares so, so much, that desire swimming underneath the surface, he cares so much that the thought of you running off with Hoseok is enough to make his blood boil.

You never wished you could unlearn something more. You wish you could forget the way he looked at you that evening in Tokyo, telling you he didn’t care about you and he didn’t care about you and Hoseok when it was so glaringly obvious that he just cared too much.

That’s probably where things started to change between the two of you.

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Good Boys Like Bad Girls (Part 2)

Word Count: 7k

Summary:  Most teachers had a pet student but not many students had one. Except you.

Kinks included in this chapter: Skype sex- overstimulation- choking- grinding (pillow fucking- is that a thing?- it should be a thing)

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse

NSFW links:  These are the videos that inspired the first, second, and third smut parts. (this is porn guys ok)

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Part 1, Part 3

                 The bruises on your body ached dully as you adjusted your position on the bed. Once again you were at the receiving end of one of his alcohol induced rages. He being the man that some called your father but that you no longer did. Not since your mother left him for someone else and he started directing all his feelings of anger and inadequacy at you. Never mind that you were abandoned too, all he saw in you was a scapegoat to place all the blame on so he wouldn’t have to face himself.

He constantly compared you to other people ever since you were an innocent and faultless little child. He yelled at you and beat you up for not being good enough, for not being smart enough, for not being pretty enough, and who should be the shining example that you were supposed to live up to? The one person you got the most grief for not being more like? It was Taehyung himself.

You went through hell because of him, because he couldn’t just be a normal guy who liked drinking and fucking around. No, he had to be Mr. Perfect, and the more perfect he got, the harsher your abuse became.

You’ve hated him for so long. Every day you fantasized about getting your revenge on him. You daydreamed about bringing the golden boy to his knees and ruining his life, but these remained just fantasies, mental devices designed to get you through the day, until the golden boy started showing an interest in you. He played himself right into your hands and you couldn’t be blamed for seizing the opportunity.

Moans wafted towards you from your phone. One the screen you could see a guy lying down on a bed with his shirt pulled up and his pants around his thighs. His hand was moving almost imperceptibly over his dick.  

“___, please, I need to cum, please.” Taehyung’s voice was strained. You glanced at the time and saw that the video call was closing in on an hour already.

“You’ll cum when I say you can. Remember, stop touching yourself when you get too close. You better not pull any tricks.” You said sternly. It was 3:27 in the morning. You had called him an hour ago knowing that you had a very important test tomorrow, but also knowing that he wouldn’t dare ignore your call.

You watched the hands of the top student, the same hands that he used to ace tests and accept academic awards, move to the chorus of his moans that ended in a mewl as he pulled his hand off of himself, his stomach convulsing as he tried to fight off the orgasm he craved. You could see how close he was, his cock that rested on his stomach left a clear fluid where the tip touched the skin. This must be torture for him, and yet the second he took his hand off his cock, he pulled up his shirt that had inched down from all his thrashing and played with the exposed nipples for you.

“You’re such a good boy.” You cooed. He really was. He always did everything you asked of him and more, and that would be his downfall.

You ran your eyes over the part of Taehyung’s body that was exposed to your eyes and captured by the camera. You could almost feel the warmth radiating to you from his pretty sun-kissed skin, the skin you had kissed and caressed more devoutly than a pagan kisses his stone idol. He was pretty all over. If you weren’t doing this for revenge, you would probably still have had him as your pet. He was too pretty to pass up.  

“Where is your pussy, puppy?” You chirped and he sucked in a breath. His ‘pussy’ is the name you gave to the transparent silicone stroker you gave him. It was a cheap toy and you rarely allowed him to use it, but he loved it so much. It was the only tight thing, besides the times you felt charitable enough to deepthroat him, that he got to feel around his cock. The camera jumped around as Taehyung moved to go get the toy. When he was back, he showed it to you and waited impatiently for your next instruction.

“Well, what are you waiting around for? Lube it up and use it.”

The moment the toy slipped around his cock, his body eased up completely like an ex-smoker who was taking his first drag in decades, before he started moving it over himself and tensed up again, the muscles in his arm flexing as he went for it.

“No, don’t do it like that. It’s a pussy, you have to thrust up into it.” You had specifically chosen a transparent toy for these purposes, you wanted to still be able to see Taehyung’s dick even while he used it.  He obeyed, ass lifting off the bed to welcome the toy’s tight and wet embrace. His bed squeaked under him but he was too far gone to worry about anyone hearing him.

Seeing him fuck the toy like that made you envious. When you had first took him in, his moves were shy and sloppy, but you’ve since put him through enough for him to know exactly what he liked and how he wanted it, and your hungry eyes watching him sent signals to your pussy to contract around the phantom cock you were imagining pounding into it to the pace of Taehyung’s thrusts.

This little session was intended as torture for him, so why were you getting affected as well?

“Stop,” You ordered the squirming boy.

“But I’m not that close yet. I can control it.” Oh, he definitely was close. He just wanted a few more moments of pleasure even if he wasn’t going to disobey you and cum without your permission.

“I don’t remember asking for your input. Move the camera closer to your cock, I wanna see all the precum you have for me.”  

He moved the camera downwards until all you could was the engorged head of his cock bulging out from the open end of the toy, another quality you have carefully chosen, loving the sight of his perfectly shaped head. The amount of precum that had spilled out didn’t disappoint you, and Taehyung touched it with his finger then pulled them back, showing you the sticky strings it made.

“Good boy,” You praised. “That’s enough for today, put the toy away and go to sleep.”

“G-go to sleep? But I didn’t cum yet.”

“And?”

“I can’t go to sleep like this!” He protested hotly but then remembered who he was talking to and said much more meekly, “We have a test tomorrow, I won’t be able to concentrate like this.”

“Are you questioning my judgement?”

“No, god, no!”

“Are you saying I don’t know how to take care of my pet?”

“No, you always treat me so well.”  The way he said that, the sincerity in his voice, had you almost believing him. If only you didn’t know how untrue that was.

“I may be your dom but that doesn’t mean I’m forcing you to stay with me. If you think I affect your studies negatively, you’re more than welcome to leave.” That wasn’t true as well. You only said that because you knew he would never do it.

And just like you had predicted…“No, it’s fine. It’s more than fine. After all, you know best.” He backed down.

You had to add something in; if you kept on being this aggressive he might start suspecting your intentions. “You’re smart, puppy, everyone knows that, but I want to know just how focused you can be. If you can refrain from touching yourself tonight and still go on tomorrow and ace that test, I will give you something you really, really want.”

What was the thing that Taehyung wanted so bad he was willing to jeopardize his perfect academic record? Sex with you. You’d never allowed it to him before… and you weren’t going to allow it to him ever, but he didn’t need to know that. You let him believe that if he obeyed you, he’d finally have you completely, so he wouldn’t think about your real intentions of undermining him. It didn’t matter what he thought you’d give him, he would fail anyway. Taehyung always had to get a full night of sleep before any exam he took, and you disturbed that. Additionally, you made him painfully hard and left him high and dry, and that ought to really mess him up.

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Ten Years (Part 10)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,786

Warnings: language, fluff, confrontation

A/N: Tags are closed. This part was over 4K words long, so I split it into two. I’m sorry. Reader takes some steps to make everything right again, but Bucky Barnes is nowhere to be found.

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

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Only You (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: ¼ cup of angst, ¼ cup of fluff, and a whole lot of smut
Summary: After another woman kisses Jimin, he tries to convince you that he’s faithful with make-up sex
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Originally posted by jeomy

A/N: I’m not too fond of angst and I’m terrible at writing it but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head so I just went for it. Since I’m a sucker for happy endings I added fluff to balance it out.

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You didn’t know how, if it even happened, and you didn’t know who, but you did know what. You sat there unmoving as your best friend told you what she saw. You and her had gone jogging and were passing through the park when you saw Jimin with another girl. This didn’t bother you at first because Jimin was allowed to have other female friends, just like you were allowed to have other guy friends. You aren’t the jealous type so you didn’t question what they were doing or why he was alone with her in the park. Your friend saw them at about the same time that you did and you kept running, not giving it a second thought, but her sudden gasp made you swiftly whirl your head around to see what she saw. A tree was blocking your view, but all you could see was a blushing Jimin walking away from the girl and wiping his mouth. You asked her why she gasped and all she could do was shake her head and urge you to keep running.

Now you were at her house, sitting in a dinning chair listening to her describe the scene that just played out.

“I’m not making any assumptions here, I’m just telling you what I saw ok?”

You nodded, preparing yourself for the entire story this time instead of her broad statement of “they kissed”.

“Well, they were walking. And probably talking. And then she grabbed his hands and they kissed. On the lips. It wasn’t a long kiss but it definitely happened.” This she was sure of.

“And then he just casually walked away?” You asked her, wanting to know if there were any missing pieces between that and what you saw.

She nodded solemnly. You closed your eyes. There was nothing in particular running through your head, just a mix of emotions that honestly just made you feel empty and dizzy.

“I almost cried when I saw it and he’s not even {my boyfriend!! I couldn’t say anything to you because I was still in shock and I didn’t want you to go over there and have to fight someone. But just so you know, if you did need to fight someone, I would be right there beside you.” This is why you loved her. She would never lie to you and she always had your back. She would despise someone she’s never even met if you said you didn’t like them and she would defend you in every argument, no matter how wrong or right you were. She never hid anything from you and she seemed to know what was best in most situations, very wise for her age. These are the reasons she was your best friend and exactly why you never questioned what she saw. She was your eyes when you weren’t looking, or when you refused to look and you believed her as though you had seen it with your own two eyes.

You sat in silence and ran a hand through your sweaty hair. Your brain was still trying to figure out what emotions you were feeling so at the moment you were still in shock. You didn’t dare ask her to repeat the story, you knew what happened and you honestly didn’t want to hear it again. Standing up, you turned toward her and took a deep breath. The words were in your head, but nothing was coming out so she spoke first.

“Hey, don’t be mad at him yet. I know I just told you what I saw but there is always another side to the story. Ask him what happened, but wait to see if he tells you on his own first. Then you’ll know if he’s honest or not. I’m still rooting for you guys. I still think you guys are going to get married someday and have a house full of my adorable little godchildren, so don’t give up on him yet. Don’t make any assumptions until you’ve heard the full story. Remember, everyone is innocent until proven guilty.”

You stared blankly at her, her words breaking through the numbness and catching your heart with its teeth. Your eyes filled with tears, threatening to spill over and she reached to hug you. You blinked the tears away, not letting yourself get upset yet and you said a small thank you to her and headed out of the door.

You came home to an empty house, a bit colder than you remembered. You looked at the pictures that you and Jimin have hung up on the walls from various dates and when you two travelled for vacations. You tried your hardest to have faith in that Jimin, the one in the pictures, who would never hurt you or be dishonest or unfaithful to you. The first thing your brain told you was that you needed a shower. Not only because you were sticky and stinky from your run, but because the shower was a place to clear your head and wash away some of the stress and worry of the day. A shower with Jimin was always the best way to de-stress, but really you just wanted to be alone.

Your head hurt from thinking about today, so you turned on your speaker and played some music, hoping it would take your mind off things. It helped in a way, but there was still an aching in your heart that told you that you should be worried. But you ignored it. After your shower, while you were getting dressed, you heard the front door open and your heartbeat immediately sped up. Jimin didn’t need to ask if you were home, he saw your car, so he just walked in silently and you could hear his footsteps as he roamed the house. The steamy bathroom seemed to get hotter and you wiped away the sweat that was forming on your forehead, desperately wanting to leave the stuffy room, but dreading seeing Jimin. You weren’t ready. But then you realized that you would never be ready, this was as ready as you were going to get, so building up your courage you opened the door.

He wasn’t in the bedroom, which was a relief, but you could hear him in the kitchen opening and closing the refrigerator door. After walking around your room doing random things to stall, you decided that it was best to get it over with. You stepped out of your bedroom and made your way to the stairs quietly, not making a sound as you dreaded each step. When you reached the bottom, you paused. Innocent until proven guilty. You didn’t want to be angry yet, so you replayed the pep talk your best friend had given you in your head and gathered the courage to go into the kitchen.

You didn’t mean to sneak up on Jimin, but your silence made it seem like you were trying to creep up on him and he jumped when you opened the refrigerator, alerting him of your presence. He gulped and avoided making eye contact with you.

“Hey.” You managed to get out, not really in the mood for proper greetings.

“Hi.” Silence. “I, um, I have something to tell you.” Jimin has never been shy around you. Even when he confessed to you, his best friend at the time, he seemed to hold a subtle confidence that showed in his words. He was always respectful and polite in the way he spoke, but he was also bold and straightforward when addressing something. The way he was acting right now unnerved you. You felt like you were going to cry, not because of the pitiable guilt present on your boyfriend’s face, but because of the fact that this look was confirmation of all that happened today. You swallowed the lump that was growing in your throat.

“What?” Was all you could manage to get out. You couldn’t find the strength to form a real sentence, so you kept your answers short.

“I- Today I went to the park with Gaeul and she-” He struggled with himself. “She kissed me.” Straight to the point, just like you expected. Jimin couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eyes, but you were staring through him. All of the blood in your body felt like it rushed to your face and suddenly you felt burning hot, burning tears stinging the corners of your eyes. There was a long silence between you two, Jimin waiting for you to move, to say something, to {do anything}, as you processed his words and tried to remember how to speak.

She kissed you?” You asked, the first thing to pop into your head. He nodded. “Did you kiss back?” You said this softer, somewhat hoping that he wouldn’t hear you or just wouldn’t answer because, truthfully, you didn’t want to know the answer.

“No, of course not!” His head shot up and for the first time, your eyes met. He could see the slight pink of your eyes and the redness of your face, knowing that you were holding back your emotions and it only made him feel worse.

You were surprised to see that he seemed slightly offended by your question, as if you could put it past him even in this situation, but you had to ask. Once again, his eyes dropped to the floor.

“What happened after that?” You dared to push farther, needing to know everything before you made your mind up. He raised his eyes but never looked all the way up at you, focusing on something on the counter.

“We were walking and she stopped and said something, but I didn’t hear her. When I turned to ask her what she said, she stopped walking, grabbed my hands and kissed me. I pushed her off me immediately and I asked what she was doing. She had this innocent look on her face and tried to act like I did something wrong. Her excuse was that she ‘always wanted to do that’ even though she knows I’m dating you.” He cringed at the memory of the kiss. His face crinkling ever so slightly in disgust. “I walked away from her after that. I couldn’t stop wiping my mouth and I just felt so dirty I- I’m sorry.”

The story was believable and it matched up with what you and your best friend had witnessed. Relief washed over you as you put together the entire story. You took a step toward Jimin who still refused to look directly at you and you stood in front of him.

“I was there. Me and Jiyeon were jogging in the park and we saw it, well parts of it.” Your voice grew weaker with every word, it was hard for you to address him because even though you had established that it wasn’t his fault, it still happened and you were upset about it. He looked shocked by your confession, but remained silent. You took another step closer to him and he looked uncomfortable in the close proximity. “I believe you.” You said, chocking up just a bit as you grabbed his cheeks gently to turn his head toward you and kiss him.

Jimin expected you to yell at him and possibly smack him, so he was completely shocked when you reacted in the opposite way. But regardless of his surprise, he kissed back. The kiss was an apologetic one that seemed to release the built up tension, but at the same time it held a bit of doubt from his end. He pulled away first.

“What..?” Jimin was at a loss for words, confused by your reaction.

“You didn’t kiss back.” Was your answer. “You didn’t kiss her back and that’s all that matters. I trust you completely and I can’t live without you, so I don’t blame you.” Tears began to swell in your eyes. “I choose not to blame you.”

“I would never hurt you, or do anything to break your trust.” He said looking deeply into your eyes. His were also pink and it broke your heart to see him so guilty about this, even after you had forgiven him. You just barely nodded your head, but that was answer enough for him. This time he initiated the kiss, gently pressing his lips to yours almost cautiously, as if still asking for forgiveness. When your arms wrapped around his neck he finally relaxed, melting into your lips and bringing his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you gladly granted him entry into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

This kiss felt different from all the other ones. It held more emotion and it said a lot more than any other kiss that you have ever had. It was a kiss of relief, apologies, forgiveness, regret, love, and so much more that words could never express.

Your bodies pulled away before you could register, the lack of oxygen taking top priority and you found yourselves panting. He pressed his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes as you regained your breath.

“You know I love you, right? You and only you, no matter what.” His words were whispered but you heard them loud and clear. You nodded and pecked his lips, but as soon as your lips connected you knew that you wouldn’t be able to pull away. Jimin’s hands traveled from your waist down to your butt, cupping your cheeks and lifting you up onto the counter. Your legs immediately opened to let him settle his body between them. There was a sudden burning desire in the pit of your stomach that made you feel hot all over. His touch on your skin felt like fire as he moved his fingertips along your waist and legs, lips still locked in a passionate kiss. His fingers traveled up your thighs to the waistband of your thin pajama shorts and snuck under it, kneading the flesh of your ass.

Your bodies pressed together and you could now feel his bulge poking at your core through the layers of clothes. Jimin let out a low groan, almost a growl, when you grinded up against him. He released your lips and reached for your shirt, lifting it over your head to expose your breasts. You reached for his and he quickly pulled it off of his body to join your shirt on the floor. His hands found your breasts and he kneaded them in his soft hands as his lips found your neck. Arching into his touch, you gently ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. His lips traveled lower until they met his hands and he latched on to one of your perked nipples. A quiet moan sounded from your lips and encouraged him to go on, and he did, playing a little rougher as he bit the other nipple, smirking at your reaction.

His hands once again moved to your ass, but they slid under you and with one swift motion, Jimin lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively as he carried you out of the kitchen as though you weighted nothing. He walked up the stairs with ease and you couldn’t help but marvel at how strong he was, you got tired going upstairs with just your own body weight. In the meantime, you preoccupied yourself with kissing the sweet spots on his neck. You kissed his moles, grinning silently to yourself at how cute they were before moving on to places you knew would turn him on. Should I leave marks? You asked yourself when Jimin reached the top of the staircase. Fuck it. Nibbling on his sensitive skin may not have been the best idea because it made him weak in the knees and he had to stop walking to control himself again. You giggled in his ear as he resumed walking with more urgency and you looked down at him, satisfied with the new mark you had made that he would have trouble hiding later. That’ll show her. He’s mine. Kissing his hot skin right where you could feel his quickening pulse made him groan. He pulled you harder into him, allowing his clothed erection to grind into your core, causing both of you to let out strained moans as he burst through your bedroom door, laying you on the sheets and instantly connecting lips with you.

Finally reaching your destination, you both made haste losing the rest of the clothing items that covered your hot bodies, littering the floor with them instead. Jimin hovered above you, pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts and making his way south. When he reached your hip bones he grasped your thighs and pushed them apart to settle himself in between. Your eyes followed his every movement as he kissed your inner thighs and sucked gently on the skin closest to your core, taking in the fresh fragrance of your body wash and moist heat.

A whine left your swollen lips when he exhaled onto your core after taking a deep breath of your scent. His lips grazed your soft outer lips and you couldn’t help but impatiently buck your hips toward him, encouraging him to taste you. Jimin took your suggestion and darted his tongue out to lick a long strip through your folds, ending at your throbbing clit only to trace its steps back down your slit. A shiver went up your spine and you bit your lip in pleasure. Two of his digits moved to spread your lower lips and your sensitive pink pearl was revealed to him, the bundle of nerves swallowing at his hungry gaze. Jimin’s eyes then flicked up to yours to find you propped up on your elbows, watching him intently as you waited for him to please you. With a quick smirk Jimin’s head dipped down and he touched your clit with the tip of his tongue, letting his saliva drip onto it as lubrication. You gasped at the gentle touch but whined at him for teasing you. He sunk his entire mouth down on your core in apology and your arms gave out underneath you. One of your hands flew to his head while the other one gripped one of your breasts, making Jimin growl at the sight.

His tongue pushed through your folds, putting delicious pressure on your clit. He flicked his tongue rapidly across the button making your toes curl at the sensation. Everything Jimin did felt amazing to you and you couldn’t tell if it was his skills, the emotional connection you shared, or both, but you didn’t care. Only he could make you this hot and you both knew it. Sucking gently on the bud, Jimin locked eyes with you and for a moment you held his gaze, until you felt his fingers slip into your dripping hole and your eyes snapped shut. Two of them eased past your tight ring of muscles, making you moan loudly. Jimin enjoyed watching your reactions, the furrow of your eyebrows and the assault of your bottom lip by your desperate teeth encouraging him to continue. He dipped his tongue into you alongside his fingers to gather the liquid seeping out of your body, a taste that he knew well and had practically become addicted to. Once he decided that you were wet enough, he pulled his mouth away while leaving his fingers to slowly pump you as he made his way up to your face.

The loss of his heat made you open your eyes to focus on his face which was a mere few centimeters away from yours. He smirked at your expression, your facial muscles twitching in delight when he curled his fingers into your spot. You let out a shaky breath that was barely a moan and Jimin couldn’t resist kissing your lips.

“I’ll never eat anyone else out like this because no one tastes as sweet as you.” Jimin whispered to you as he removed his fingers and sucked on the wet digits right in front of your face. The sight made you crave him more and your legs wrapped around his waist to hint at what you wanted. He giggled at your eagerness and bent down to peck your lips once before leaning back on his knees and positioning himself at your entrance.

“I love you.” You told Jimin right before he pushed his solid length into you. “Oh fuck, I love you.” You moaned as he stretched you out with one hard thrust. He rocked his hips gently while you adjusted, bending down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. He ground his hips against yours a little harder with every passing thrust until he had built up a steady pace and was completely sunken into your cavern. A puff of air left you as the breath was knocked out of your lungs when Jimin snapped his hips and reached a spot deep within you. You wanted to say something to him, maybe about how good he felt inside you, but your brain was currently incapacitated, completely unable to form words because of the pleasure he was giving you.

“I’ll never fuck anyone else because no one will be as tight and wet for me like you always are.” Your boyfriend nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and left a few marks of his own along your jawline and collarbone. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hide them easily, but at least you’ll match with him, letting the world know that you belonged to each other. A hand crept up the expanse of Jimin’s muscular back and latched on to his soft locks at the back of his head. Whimpers left you as he managed to somehow push himself deeper into you without picking up his speed, clearly enjoying the slow pace that he had fallen into.

This was something you had never experienced with anyone before. Sure you had fucked Jimin before, as well as a few others whose names you didn’t care to remember, but this was different from all the other times. This time he took the time to praise you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear that meant everything to you. It was intimate and emotional and slow, which was a change from the usual sex that you had with him. Your bodies stayed close the entire time and you craved the contact. You wanted to feel every part of him and you wanted more so you used your free hand to find his and intertwined your fingers together. He gave your palm a little squeeze when you tightened around him and a sexy growl came from his throat, prompting you to do it again. This was all new to you. Jimin wasn’t fucking you this time. You were making love, and that fact alone heightened your pleasure immensely.

“Ah, right there.” The words left you in a breath as your lover’s swollen tip brushed a sensitive spot inside you. He could feel you clench when he did it again and increased the power of his thrusts, angling his hips so he could reach that spot easier. His free hand moved your left leg higher, granting him more access and therefore allowing him to assault your g-spot more directly. You gasped as he continued to hit it. Your head was thrown back and your eyes were squeezed shut, but you could feel him looking at you, soaking in the sight of you nearing the edge, eager to bring you over.

“Cum for me, baby girl. You look so beautiful when you cum on my cock.”

His voice was husky and his eyes were trained on you as he continued to prod your insides with his throbbing member, licking and biting his bottom lip to contain the moans caught in his throat. Bringing a hand between your bodies he pressed his fingers to your clit, rubbing hard circles against it in time with his thrusts. Toe curling pleasure shot through you as your back arched off the bed, chest pressing into Jimin’s while your mouth hung open in a silent scream. White spots flashed behind your eyelids and your nails dug into Jimin’s muscular back and shoulders while you tightened uncontrollably around his thick member that was still pumping into your core. Finally the sounds broke free from your voice box and you let out a string of shaky moans, throat vibrating against the lips pressed to the skin, sucking gently to heighten your pleasure. The pull of your orgasm was slow and drawn out, Jimin’s tempered thrusts dragging it out and adding to its intensity.

Before your high had subsided, you were flipped onto your stomach quickly. You glanced back to find Jimin climbing back over your body, nudging your legs apart with his knees as he ascended. Grabbing your hips, he gently lifted them to slide a pillow underneath so that you were propped up for him. With your bottom now exposed, Jimin spread your ass cheeks apart and rubbed his tip along your folds. The sensation caused you to whine from sensitivity but you wanted to help him reach his climax too so you tried your best not to wiggle away. After a few seconds of watching your reactions, Jimin decided you had calmed down enough to take him again and reentered you slowly from behind. He groaned at the feeling of your tightness around him and you could feel his cock throbbing as he held back. You sunk your teeth into your lip, attempting to ignore the way your walls spasmed in their hypersensitive state.

Through your quiet whimpers you could hear Jimin grunting softly above you, moving at a faster pace than before with sloppier thrusts. He was close and you could feel it. His hand traced the dip of your spine, the gentle touch sending shivers throughout your body. Leaning over you slowly, Jimin pressed soft kisses to your skin trailing up your back to your shoulders and neck. As his lips moved higher he gently eased his weight onto you, supporting himself on his muscular arms until he was laying completely on top of you, body pressing into yours as his sinful hips continued to work against you. You welcomed his heaviness on top of you, the weight restricting you while also feeling comforting. You could feel the clenching of his abs every time he pushed into you, the friction of his sweaty body against your back oddly arousing.

“Mmmm, baby girl, you feel so good.” Jimin growled into your ear, biting the lobe softly. His hips began to pick up speed gradually and the heat between your bodies increased.

“Ahh… Jiminnie~” You whimpered, unable to form a proper reply.

“How- fuck- how are you always this tight?” He practically whispered as he allowed his head to rest in the junction between your neck and your shoulder. His hands traveled up your sides and up the length of your bent arms until they reached your hands and intertwined with your fingers. You allowed his body to mold with yours as he got lost in the feeling of you. Moans and whimpers left your lips as another orgasm built up in your core, your noises mixing with Jimin’s groans and the creak of the bed beneath you.

Jimin’s sounds grew louder as he thrust full force into you, the pace intensifying quickly. You couldn’t help but moan when he sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck, adding to the galaxy of bruises that colored your skin. His member was throbbing inside of you, aching for release and nearing its limit every time it sunk into your wetness. But Jimin wanted you to let go before him, he wanted to feel you squirm beneath him as you came, hear his name desperately leave your lips repeatedly, so he held back.

“Baby, are you close?” He panted into your shoulder, his breath fanning across your skin, making you even hotter.

“Yes, yes! I’m so fucking close.” You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on reaching your high. “Please make me cum Jimin, it feels so good. I love the way your cock stretches me out. Please don’t stop!” Your words had an effect on both of you and you could feel your walls beginning to clench around Jimin. With the added tightness, he realized that he wouldn’t be able to last longer than you.

“Together, baby girl.” He barely managed to get the words out as his hips moved spastically against yours, the pace so fast that it was hard for him to keep up, but he wouldn’t dream of slowing down. “Cum with me.” He breathed.

The way he was pounding into you allowed the pillow beneath you to rub against your clit. You tried to move your hips as much as possible under him to increase the feeling and you groaned loudly when you were successful. Shortly after, you felt yourself losing control and your walls spasmed around his girth, moments away from your second orgasm.

“J-Jimin I’m cumming!!” You called, voice projecting louder than you expected but you didn’t care.

Shit, me too,” He rasped, burying his face deeper into your neck and squeezing your hands tighter. “Let it go, (Y/n).” You felt your orgasm rip through you in waves, causing your legs to quiver and your body to go limp. Your walls convulsed around Jimin’s thick, pulsating cock as he released inside of you, hips stuttering as he moaned your name, finishing with a wispy fuck breathed into your ear. He laid weakly on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, the heat radiating from his sweaty skin making you slightly uncomfortable, but you were too drained to complain. He released your hands to wrap his arms around your waist before he rolled to his side until he was spooning you.

It took about 10 minutes for you both to recover and calm down completely. You were more out of breath than you thought you should be, considering that you hadn’t been the one doing all of the work, yet you still felt exhausted and weak. Jimin’s breathing calmed eventually and you were both left laying on the messy sheets, not wanting to move. Your back was pressed tightly against his chest and you could feel his heartbeat syncing up with yours as you became more relaxed.

Jimin nuzzled his face into your hair before breaking the heavy silence. “I’m sorry about what happened today.” He sighed, his words muffled slightly. “But I really need you to know that I would never cheat on you or purposely hurt you. I love you and only you.” A kiss was pressed to the crown of your head. You stayed silent for a little while after he said those words and Jimin started to think you had fallen asleep until you replied.

“I know.” You wanted to say more, but you didn’t know what else to say. The silence made it seem like you were still upset, even though your anger had long passed, so Jimin continued to gush to you.

“If you don’t believe me then I’ll prove it. I’ll get you a promise ring as a place holder for the real thing because I want to spend the rest of my life with you, (Y/n).” This made you smile to yourself, releasing pleasant butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

“A promise ring?”

“Yup, until we’re ready for the real deal. That is, if you want it.” You laughed at his remark.

“Of course I want it.” Jimin breathed a sigh of relief. “But I need you to make another promise to me.”

“Anything.”

“Promise me you won’t hang out with Gaeul anymore. At least not alone, she can’t be trusted.” Your jealousy shone through and you both giggled before Jimin agreed and sealed the promise with a kiss.

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A/N: I really don’t know where this came from… I think I watched too many Kdramas before writing this. Fun fact- Gaeul means autumn in Korean :D

Restaurant Dates Are The Worst (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)

A/N: This is an adaptation of the Sebastian Stan version of RDATW (a very faithful adaptation, almost word for word except it’s written in third person and ot second). It’s for a dear friend of mine (me heartie @bathshebaa who has the hots for Tom Hiddleston *wink* *wink*)

Word count: 3.5k

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She looked around her, scrutinizing the surroundings, letting her eyes wander on the walls, the chandeliers, the dark-red faux velvet chairs next to the bar section of the restaurant – she looked anywhere but at the man sitting across from her, ungracefully shoving his spaghetti into his mouth all the while twaddling.

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The Idea

Word Count: 3468 (This is the danger you run with sending me Steve requests, okay?)

Request(s):  “Thought; spontaneously dragging Steve of Bucky into random makeout sessions throughout the day and then just leaving him out of breath as you continue in with your business” AND “ OMG burden of proof was tooooo CUTE!! I saw that the request had an ‘or Steve’ as well!! Please please please please!! But like you’re actually in a relationship, and just blushy flustered Steve– oh lord Sarah, please!!” 

Warnings: Language, weird threats, and much kissing

A/N: Hey, guys, remember me? IT’S A MIRACLE! I finally finished something. Oh my God. It’s been so long. I may have forgotten how to do this. I’m getting nervous. 

Bucky Version

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

“Are you kidding me, man? That’s a great idea! I’m happy for you.”

Sam’s voice reached you as if through a long tunnel as you turned the corner into the kitchen, eyes still half closed with sleep, hair very much disheveled. The wide, hopeful grin on Steve’s face brought a sparkle to his eyes and drew a blissful sigh from your lips. Both men stiffened in surprise as your happy sound alerted them of your presence, and Sam pursed his lips to hide a smile as he turned to search aimlessly through the cabinets. Steve cleared his throat nervously, but when he turned to face you his expression was bright and open.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he said with a soft smile as you shuffled sleepily into his open arms.

“Mornin,” you mumbled, your voice muffled as you snuggled into his chest.

“The sun only rises for you, love and light of my life,” Sam called to you, earning an eye roll from Steve and a quiet giggle from you.

“Are we that gross?” you asked thoughtfully, lifting your head to look up at Steve.

“I sincerely hope not.”

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I’ll Still Want You/Stiles Stilinski Fluff

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request:  Could you do where the reader is uber drunk and Stiles has to pick her up at a bar and take care of her? And the reader being really risqué to him?

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#1 | 100wtsily

#1 | “Pull over. Let me drive for awhile” + road trip au + jeon jungkook
word count: 1,864
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Jeon Jungkook has always been a little too reckless for his own good. While sometimes his spontaneous actions make you smile or laugh at the level of excitement in his step, most of the time, it makes you want to clobber him for not thinking through the breadth of his decisions and the consequences that would be sure to follow said decision.

It can be anything, really, from that time he thought he could down six shots of vodka and walk along the edge of the pool (which went as well as one would think), or that time your phone had run out of battery during the rainstorm and Jungkook was in such a mad rush to find you and reassure himself of your safety that he ran out in the cold and endeared a week of a terrible flu. You never thought there would be an end to the amount of times you wondered just how on earth your boyfriend could be considered an adult.

But this definitely takes the cake, the crown, the first place trophy of Stupidest Decisions Jungkook Has Ever Made - and by this, you mean a roadtrip, and by a roadtrip, you mean Jungkook’s internal challenge to see if the pair of you could cover hundreds of miles to get from point A to point B in just a couple of hours.

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history-rover  asked:

You asked for it. When the Scot Ties The Knot AU. 😜

okay, bit of background. we were talkin in discord about scottish twitter, which then transmuted into a talk about scottish romance novels, and then i brought up the greatest romance novel premise i’ve ever heard of: when a scot ties the knot by tessa dare. i’ve never actually read this book besides the back cover and some choice passages from my friend @galpaladvns who got it for her birthday or smth (all i really remember from that night was @funnythingsandphysics hunting through the pages for the smut which apparently took ¾ths of the book to get to?) but basically….. what happens next is the rough premise of the book, but viktuuri. and (very heavily winged) historical, because @kazliin and i are in agreement that there should be more period drama viktuuri anyway 


When a Russian is Rushin’ to Marry: Or, the Unexpected Consequences of Inventing a Boyfriend

“I’m so jealous of you,” Phichit laments as he helps Yuuri get ready for the evening’s events. “I remember my first season like it was yesterday. Everything’s so exciting and bright your first time around; I wish I could experience it again!”

Yuuri says nothing, only turns slightly to watch the way the light catches on his blue brocade waistcoat in the mirror. “I don’t know,” he admits after a moment. “I’m probably going to be dreadfully old, especially in comparison to young Mr Plisetsky who’s also debuting this season.”

“Well, sometimes people like a late bloomer,” Phichit chides, patting his forearm. “Now turn, so I can help with your ascot.”

Yuuri lets him adjust the silken material with a weary sigh. He’d been putting off his entrance into society for as long as could be deemed socially acceptable, mostly for his nerves. But with each passing season, his parents would get more and more concerned that he wouldn’t marry and settle down, and eventually he’d caved. Tonight’s soiree would mark his debut, and it was about as quiet an affair as he could manage. Still, the thought of being approached tonight with potential suitors continues to threaten to overwhelm him at any given moment. 

“Deep breaths, Yuuri,” Phichit offers kindly as he pats at his now properly-tied ascot. “You’re going to be just fine.”

“You sound more confident about this than I feel,” Yuuri retorts. Phichit helps him into his tailcoat with a grin.

“You’re a divine dancer, Yuuri,” he points out. “Who could say no to you?”

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Wanna Watch?

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2010 

Warnings: Voyeurism, slight angst, in the beginning, Oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, sex in a kitchen 

Square filled: Voyeurism for @spnkinkbingo

A/N: So I decided to fill this square for kink bingo it starts out a little angsty but it has a happy ending. Thanks to anon who suggested I filled this one next. I hope you guys like it. 

Dinner was a tense affair, you had pretty much avoided having meals with both of the boys ever since you had told Dean that his brother and you were officially a couple, but here you were eating mac and cheese and staring between the green eyed scowl on your right and the soft hazel eyed smile on your left. You felt a hand squeeze your thigh reassuringly and you turned to Sam. 

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Hold Back

Originally posted by meganhyunhee


Pairing: Taeyong x Reader
Genre: fratboy!au, um a lil bit of fluff??, um things get a little heated at some point
Warnings: language
Word count: 3,684 


You whined loudly as the sound of your alarm rang through your ears. You had went to sleep at 4 am last night - or should you say this morning - after finishing up a project you had to do for your psychology major. You contemplated on skipping today’s lecture but you decided against it, as shocking as it may sound you had never skipped a lecture before. People thought of you as a goody two shoes and although that wasn’t too far from reality, you still had a wild side, you were young and in college after all. 

Groaning you threw the covers off of you and made the way over to the bathroom to clean up and shake the sleep off your tired eyelids. Apparently that wasn’t enough since even after your shower you felt pretty much dead. A double shot espresso would definitely be enough to at least keep you awake until the late hours of the night. 


You moaned in relief as the scalding liquid touched your lips.

“You always sound so,” Doyoung, your best friend scrunched his eyebrows as he tried to think of a word to describe what he just witnessed, “erotic when eating or drinking something you enjoy.” he finished. 

“Because it feels as good as sex.” 

“Oh my God.” 

“You brought this upon yourself.” you shrugged as you took another sip, your eyes roaming around the cafeteria. 

“There’s a party on Friday night, are you coming?” he questioned, changing the subject. 

“As much as I’d love to get shit wasted, I’m gonna have to decline. A 10,000 essay calls for me.” 

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Not Her, Please

Originally posted by thugshawn

Requested by anonymous: one where he’s getting married but not to u

Note: thanks for playing with my emotions with this request!!!! lmao, I liked writing this actually I had fun

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It shattered you when he told you he couldn’t devote enough time to you, and that it wasn’t working.

You begged him, to not throw what you had away. He wiped any tears that slipped onto his cheeks away, trying to seem as if it was harder for you than him.

He was lying to himself.

You were messed up for weeks, for months. You weren’t the same; you would cry, a lot; you would be incredibly isolated; you would get so angry and lash out; you would get drunk and call him, leaving various messages that you would hate yourself for in the morning. And yet, you couldn’t bare to say his name. He threw two and a half years down the drain.

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