with one of her first and one of her last appearances

Howlin’ For You - 4/?

Description: When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she doesn’t fully understand what gave Bucky Barnes such a bad name.

Pairing: AU - Biker!Bucky x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 4,059

Part Three 


After that morning, things got complicated. Everything seemed to change, yet somehow it still felt the same too.

Bucky still hadn’t made any move on Y/N. But he seemed so set on assuring she knew the truth about him. Even though he told her the story of just one arrest, an arrest where he offered himself as scapegoat to save Steve, Bucky had yet to disclose any other part of his past. In fact, he still hadn’t told Y/N how he’d gone from war veteran to the leader of The Howling Commandos.

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My friend recently committed suicide and I found these chat logs with a bot on his computer

Trigger Warning: Suicide, Violence

by reddit user masnaTellsHisStories

One of my good friends recently committed suicide. He was a lonely guy, certainly depressed, stuff like that. But I was surprised to find out that he committed suicide. Not shocked, just surprised that he didn’t reach out to us.

I was recently at his home and was looking through his stuff. Eventually, I came across his computer. There was nothing on it out of the ordinary. Some pirated movies, some porn, various documents and some games. Eventually, though, I came across these chat logs between him and some chat bot. Take a look:

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anonymous asked:

What happened to Pack West Wolfdog Rescue and the animals that died and the scams? I'd hate for it to be true from the little I saw online, because I had a ton of faith in them. They seemed so legitimate to me, but I really am not that knowledgeable on how rescues run.

What you saw was 100% correct. I’m going to copy/paste Sara Movahedi (rescue coordinator at In Harmony With Nature)’s post that she made here, because it’s too long to go into on my own. Sara may be somewhat of a polarizing figure in the wolfdog community, but she is honest and fair. Everything she has brought into the light about Pack West is fact, unfortunately. And more is coming out beyond even this. 

“A few months ago, I was asked by a friend to join the board of Packwest Rescue to assist them with some minor admin hiccups they were having. I had been aware of some of the issues surrounding PW for some time, but was hopeful that they would sort things out and carry on doing what they do. Upon teaming up with them, I made some discoveries that left me rather stunned, shocked, disgusted, and disheartened. I will list a few of them in this post, as the public (specifically wdc people) have a right to know what transpired, and the members of Packwest won’t be able to live in the light, until they can come out of the darkness.

The other reason I’m posting this is to highlight what can/will happen when well-intentioned people take on more than they can handle, and more than they are qualified for, by starting something like a rescue, without first building the basic foundation to support it down the line. It seems every time I turn around lately, someone says they’re starting a rescue or opening a sanctuary… And it never fails, every time I see or hear it, I shudder and think about Packwest… how things went so horribly wrong, so incredibly fast. 

Please let this rescue’s experience be a lesson for you, and think before you decide to open a 501. There are laws in place, and there are penalties and punishments should those laws be broken… to say nothing of the personal loss you can expect should you be on the losing end of the deal. Your homes, your vehicles, your bank accounts, your ANIMALS….any asset you have is on the line should you violate the laws set forth by not only the state you live in, but by the federal government.

-Packwest agreed to take in 2 animals from a couple needing to rehome them in Nevada. Packwest charged the couple a $400 surrender fee, on top of $300+ for gas to drive to pick the animals up. The animals, Sylar (male) and Luna (female) were then transported back to Oregon.

*No self respecting rescue should EVER charge a rehoming/surrender fee. If my sanctuary did that, especially at $400 a pop, we would be rich with all the animals we have taken in. That isn’t how it works, that isn’t how rescue works, and its highly unethical.

-Upon returning to Oregon, the two board members stopped at a predetermined location in Oregon. The board president had a deposit down on a puppy from a local breeder, as she wanted an “ambassador” animal for her fledgling rescue. *This is especially difficult to understand…purchasing an animal *from a breeder* as the first act of a rescue organization.

-Upon arriving, there was allegedly a discrepancy on the remaining balance. The board member still owed $500 for the puppy, but didn’t have the funds. Since she had the $400 surrender fee and the $300 gas money the couple had given her, she used that money to cover the difference and purchased Ivar from that breeder, hours after “rescuing” Luna and Sylar.

-Sylar was sent to the home of another board member, simply as a temp foster. That board member, lived in a small rental home at the time and lacked the space and containment, and should never have taken on a foster. Her situation was further complicated when she adopted her personal wolfdog’s (Kochma’s) mother, Sorsha (later named Sadira) when the breeder decided to get rid of her animals. To make things even harder, the board member and her family welcomed a brand new baby into her home and life at the same time these animals were arriving and starting to settle in.

-Sorsha, an INTACT, VERY high content, VERY unsocial animal was first penned with her son, Kochma, also INTACT. After just a few weeks, the board member rearranged them and placed Sorsha in with her foster, Sylar. *It’s important to note that these changes in housing were all taking place at the very height of breeding season, weeks after these animals all arrived, very likely playing a big role in things happening the way they did. Shortly after being penned with Sylar, and while the board member was at the hospital with the new baby, Sorsha attacked and killed the foster, Sylar, in an attack that can only be described as brutal and vicious. The public explanation given by Packwest was that perhaps wild animals got into the enclosure and killed him.

-Approximately one week later, again at the board member’s home, her personal wolfdog, Kochma, an animal she had raised since he was a pup, suddenly killed his bonded pen mate, Alora, a lower content female, who was also intact. This is especially troubling since he had never displayed any sign of aggression, and was submissive to Alora until that day. It’s important to note, in this case, that the enclosure where Kochma and Alora were housed was in close proximity to Sorsha, where he most certainly would have seen her kill Sylar just days earlier. Again, the explanation (though not public since these weren’t rescue animals) was this was likely another wild animal. Alora had retreated into her dog house to likely tend to her wounds and/or hide from the animal she once felt so comfortable with, who now wanted to kill her… it was there that she was found the next day.

-While this isn’t directly rescue related, it’s important to know that Sorsha later went after the young daughter of that board member, ripping her arms open and trying to pull her into the enclosure. I would normally not mention this, as kids are off limits, but I’m doing so with her mother’s blessing, and to make a bigger point. It wasn’t until months later that they learned Sorsha had a history of attacking children, a history not made known to her by the breeder when she agreed to take the animal.

No responsible rescue would place more on the plate of board members, fosters, adopters, or anyone, who possibly can’t handle it. But when you’re overextended and trying to do things without a plan in place, accidents happen and people and/or the animals get hurt. Packwest should never have placed fosters with that board member, and failed them and those animals. The board member should have made it clear she could not take on additional animals as well. And as a point of fact, it’s incredibly irresponsible to not only house personal animals with new rescues, but also to do so when all personal animals are intact.

-Packwest, as of May 2017, was administratively dissolved as a result of failure to file necessary documents by January of that year. Since that time, they collectively continued to raise funds for the rescue. This is highly unethical, immoral, and illegal. The board members were not aware of the suspension status, and unaware yearly tax forms were not completed. This responsibility lies with each member, and claiming ignorance is no excuse.

-Fundraising efforts included despite them no longer being a rescue, among other things, photo shoots with one of the several “ambassador” animals listed on Packwest’s web page. Those included Tsura (owned by Tracy Hawkins) Kochma (owned by Sage Bohemia Grove) and Ivar, owned by Packwest/Sarah Bartell. This is a problem for MANY reasons, least of all being the fact that they were not a charity in good standing during some of the time these shoots were being done. Another BIG issue I pointed out to them, one I have pointed out to many people over the past year or two, is USDA guidelines governing exhibition, and what you are and aren’t allowed to do with your animals

.-I spent several days sifting through all the information and trying to process it all, and decided to ask the board members what they even wanted from this “rescue.” I was shocked to learn that NONE of them actually wanted to rescue. It seemed the bigger motivation was photography, and online education… and for at least one of them, it appeared perhaps (at least from the outside) to be money.The decision to dissolve this rescue was made at my suggestion, and all agreed. One sobering thing these ladies learned, and I’m sure each will share their personal feelings on the subject, is when you claim an ambassador animal is property of a rescue, or belongs to the rescue, or was purchased for or by the rescue…. when that rescue dissolves, that animal, regardless of who payed what for it and when, will be sold as part of the asset liquidation. When Packwest board members heard that, shit got real, REAL FAST.

-We were able to work it out where nobody lost their animals, however the board president did have to pay the rescue back for Ivar, and for the right to keep him. She also reimbursed the rescue for the $2800 raised by the public for the rescue’s truck… a vehicle deemed her private personal driver since they only did 4 rescues since their inception, 2 years earlier. To put that in perspective for you, I have done 4 rescues in the last 30 days. The money from Ivar and the truck were then donated (as part of the asset liquidation) to a legitimate 501, current and in good standing, and one the board chose privately, without any involvement or input from me.

-As far as Luna… she was being fostered by the rescue’s president, at her home, until she escaped one day while the board member was gone. She was found and posted on a local pet group, and members of the PW board were quickly contacted. At this point, I had not joined up with them yet, so I was only outside looking in. I immediately began trying to contact the board member/foster to no avail.Finally, Luna was returned to her, but by then, I had had enough. I arranged for a fellow rescue friend (who had been looking to adopt a female) to take Luna in, and made plans to have her IMMEDIATELY transferred to that persons care. Luna is currently in that home, safe and loved, and to this day, her new mom has yet to receive the first piece of paper about her. No vet records, no shot records, no nothing. Packwest’s explanation? They don’t know where any of it is.

-Over the course of 2+ years, Packwest raised and spent money without any accountability as to where that money went. NO proof of purchases exists for several big items, like the truck for example. Only certain board members were granted access to the bank account, and no receipts were kept of transactions that were done. THAT IS ILLEGAL, AND A PROBLEM WHEN YOU ARE A 501c3.I asked the board (specifically the president) on numerous occasions to remove any and all Packwest references, and make it CLEAR to people that they are no longer a charity. I also stayed on her to follow up with the states of Washington and Oregon (they were registered in BOTH) to make sure dissolution documents were completed and filed as needed. She assured me she had it taken care of. I also asked her to make a public post to let people know the rescue was no longer active, and that never came either.Recently, I was informed that she was still raising money, still selling items through the website (now slightly edited to include they are no longer taking in rescues, but conveniently leaving out the part about dissolution) and still presenting herself as a charity org. After a heated exchange (mostly on my part really) she agreed to make the necessary calls to dissolve the org officially. She edited the website further, however it still does not clearly spell out that the charity is no longer active and funds raised through the online store will no longer be going towards a 501c3 wolfdog rescue, but actually to one individual person.

I have not posted this to smear these women or further place blame on them. They have been hearing me tell them how badly they screwed up for several months… most of them get it. They know how close they came to possibly losing their animals, and possibly even facing charges.

-Forms they should have filled out to start this org, they payed someone $2,000 to do it for them.

-Forms they needed to stay active and remain in good standing, never got filled out.

-Receipts were not kept.

-Money was mishandled and misappropriated

.-Records were not kept

.-People were bitten and told to lie.

-Paperwork and vet records for rescues was not kept.

-Personal animals were intact.

-A fox was sent to an illegal state, and when a sanctuary stepped up to take it, PW attempted to charge them money as well.

-Having funding and housing and caging set up BEFORE taking in a single animal in, was NOT DONE.Logic, common sense, honesty, transparency, planning, preparation…and sadly ethics…. all went out the window.I am posting this to highlight how hard it is to do this the RIGHT way. Rescue by itself is hard… but to open and run a 501c3, and keep it running, requires organization, planning, and a dedicated and qualified BOD…NOT a group of your best friends.

 Until I joined them, they had never even held a single board meeting, and didn’t even have set jobs/assignments within the board. Board members were not informed of what their president was doing, and when they were able to communicate with her, she reassured them she had everything under control. They didn’t know they were spiraling out of control quickly.

Please take a look at where good intentions can get you. Please think before you decide you want to do this, and if you decide that you do, first work with a reputable rescue in your area and learn the inner workings of 501’s. Learn the paperwork, the boring admin stuff. My dad used to always tell me that before you build a house, you have to set the foundation. If you try to skip the foundation and move on to the fun stuff, decorating, for example, all your stuff will fall down when the walls collapse, because the foundation below them wasn’t there, or was not strong enough. That analogy is true in all things, rescue included.

It is my sincere hope that this post has accomplished 3 things: 

Highlighted just a few of the hard realities behind trying to start and run a rescue responsibly;

Highlighted the absolute and unequivocal importance of preparation, ethics, honesty and transparency, ESPECIALLY when affiliated with a 501c3 dealing with animals;

Highlighted how good intentions are about as useful as good toilet paper without the proper foundation in place.

Please do not send money to Packwest Wolfdogs under the guise that it’s a 501c3. It is NOT. Please do not contact them for animals needing rescue, and please do not refer anyone to them for help…. or education. They cannot provide either. 

Thanks for reading.“

To those who say Jonerys will never happen in the books, just a quick reminder Dany has been dreaming of him, even if she has not seen his face yet…

Lying abed in her narrow bunk, she found herself wondering how it would be to have a man squeezed in beside her in place of her handmaid, and the thought was more exciting than it should have been. Sometimes she would close her eyes and dream of him, but it was never Jorah Mormont she dreamed of; her lover was always younger and more comely, though his face remained a shifting shadow.

Daenerys, ACOK

He was who he was; Jon Snow, bastard and oathbreaker, motherless, friendless, and damned. For the rest of his life –however long that might be– he would be condemned to be an outsider, the silent man standing in the shadows who dares not speak his true name

Jon, AGOT

The flames crackled softly, and in their crackling she heard the whispered name Jon Snow. His long face floated before her, limned in tongues of red and orange, appearing and disappearing again, a shadow half-seen behind a fluttering curtain.

Melisandre, ADWD

Jon’s face and presence is often referred to as being in the shadows, he’s always been the outsider, watching the Stark children play and even if he did play himself sometimes, he tried his best to avoid irritate Lady Stark, so he kept it to himself, as the bastard he was pained to be. 

Melisandre’s visions of him, from R’hllor himself is described as Jon’s shadow hidden…It’s not SO subtle how he’s always referred to be hidden there. 


A quick reminded that when he died, she listened to Ghost’s cries…from across THE NARROW SEA…

“Jon fell to his knees. He found the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold … “

Jon, ADWD

“Off in the distance, a wolf howledThe sound made her feel sad and lonely, but no less hungry. As the moon rose above the grasslands, Dany slipped at last into a restless sleep.“

Daenerys, ADWD

These chapters happen at the same time, how can Daenerys Targaryen, in Meeren, listen to Jon’s murder at the Wall, North of Westeros, if not for the bond they have…without ever meeting. Call it soulmates, fate, whatever you want. Martin does not use words he does not think necessary nor he adds information that the story does not need. If you ever read one his books, you’ll know he’s sharp and everything means something, even the puzzles and riddles thrown our way. Daenerys heard his soul, Ghost’s cries (perhaps his own, warg ones), and she felt sad over it, not even knowing why.


A reminder that when Dany was at the House of the Undying, she only saw important, relevant things. Not only to herself, but to the realm: the rape of Westeros, The Red Wedding, the madness of Aerys Targaryen demanding to burn Kings Landing, Rhaegar and Elia talking of Aegon and his promised song, the fake dragon (Faegon, am I right?), Hardhome, what her son’s future would have been like, White Walkers, Rhaegar’s murmuring a woman’s name right before he died (we all assume is Lyanna’s, I guess we’ll find out eventually), and there are others, but to me it means a lot that one of these visions is:

a blue flower growing from a chink in a wall of ice, filling the air with sweetness.

Daenerys, ACOK

Oh, she also sees the red door of the house she loved and she remembers growing up, and she believed it was in Braavos. She only had important sights for the realm and herself, yet she sees a blue flower growing at the wall (if you don’t think this means Jon Snow growing at the Wall, we can’t be friends and you can’t even read this, bye! JK haha…but come on, Lyanna is said to have loved winter roses, which are blue…the same ones that composed the crown Rhaegar Targaryen crowned her with, as The Queen of Love and Beauty at the Tourney of Harrenhal. Jon lives, works, serves at the Wall, it doesn’t get any more obvious than this, y’all…only if Martin wrote she saw a ‘hot northmen with gorgeous hair at Castle Black, really…”). 

(whoever did this second gif, thank you so very much, this is beautiful <3)

So not only does this shows how important Jon is to the realm (remember how her visions are all important, not only to her but also to Westeros? *inserts my theory of them both being AA* But he’s also important to her, the flower is not just THERE, it also fills the air with sweetness, it pleases her. Do I need to say more? 


This one is very meaningful if not very telling, to me. They both feel alone, like something is missing. One can even say “they feel alone cause they are alone”, but they were not. It almost feels like there is someone out there, a better match. 

Beneath her coverlets she tossed and turned, dreaming that Hizdahr was kissing her … but his lips were blue and bruised, and when he thrust himself inside her, his manhood was cold as ice. She sat up with her hair disheveled and the bedclothes atangle. Her captain slept beside her, yet she was alone.

Daenerys, ADWD

Jon wondered where Ghost was now. Had he gone to Castle Black, or was he was running with some wolfpack in the woods? He had no sense of the direwolf, not even in his dreams. It made him feel as if part of himself had been cut off. Even with Ygritte sleeping beside him, he felt alone.

Jon, ASOS

their story is a never ending parallel.

Not to disrespect Ygritte, cause I think she was necessary to Jon’s growth. She was a great character and I do believe Jon loved her, at some point. But just like Daenerys, this love was not a choice, it was almost like a survival choice, they made the best out of a bad situation. 

He had to be with Ygritte, or Mance would have killed him, he would not believe Jon had really deserted the Night’s Watch. Ygritte wasn’t Jon’s act of rebellion, like I once read at a meta, no, she was, at first, his sacrifice/way to fill his mission. But somewhere along the way, he fell in love with her, she was strong, funny, and she awoke the sexuality in him. Again, he had to be with her, to prove himself, but it also wasn’t like he didn’t like it. 

Daenerys loved Khal Drogo? Yeah, but it was as forced as was Jon and Ygritte. One can say it was even worse for she did not go willing, she was pushed into it, sold like a slave, to get her brother an army (we do have to thank karma cause his army never came, boo-ya, sucker!). She was given to a stranger, a savage (comparing to her culture; it’s funny even to see the parallel here, both had to be with people that are considered savages, wildlings where they come from) in return of an army, and she made the best of her situation, she learnt his language, his manners, bore his child (even if the baby never came to live), she fell in love with him cause for the first time in a very long time (or forever?), she was treated with care and love (the way Drogo knew how to love) by the man in her life. 


A sweet reminder of how Daenerys thinks of her family and how she would have married Rhaegar’s son, had he lived. Rhaegar’s son, who’s Jon’s daddy again? 

Plus, we’ve seen on the show that Jon was named Aegon Targaryen too, we do not know if he will have the same name on the books but I honestly do not think they would change something so important. 

So, just another beautiful “easter egg” to ya:

Five Aegons had ruled the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. 

There would have been a sixth, but the Usurper’s dogs had murdered her brother’s son when he was still a babe at the breast. If he had lived, I might have married him. “

Daenerys, ADWD

Who says you still won’t, sweetie? Hold on, Melisandre will bring him back or he was warging Ghost, let’s just wait a bit longer, okay? 


Their journey is a never ending parallel, and their path is clearly to each other.

I don’t think the history is called ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’ without a cause, Jon may be blood of the dragon, but he’s also a Stark, and Daenerys is a Targaryen through and through…

*the lord of light aka george r.r. martin speaks through melisandre*

I’m back to reading the books and even if I’m still at AGOT, I just felt like making this, had a really bad day and making this made it a little better. 

What are your thoughts? <3 

Proven Wrong

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Taehyung X Reader

Words: 3,371

Warnings: Smut

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

~ Admin L

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kookies And Cream

Word Count: 11.6k (oh man holy shit)

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff. The whole package. 

Author’s Note: You know the definition of a switch? Just look at the two characters in this story lol switch heaven

2k Requests, Masterlist


When Jungkook first came to room with you, you were less than ecstatic about it. You had only ever roomed with one other person before at the start of your freshman year of college, but you quickly got fed up with it. Not that your roommate was bad or anything. In fact, if you were being fair, you’d admit that she was a sweetheart. But you are an only child, and you were never used to sharing anything with anyone, and despite what everyone said about the joys of having siblings, you simply weren’t interested. You have none and that’s the way you liked it.

Tell that to your parents though. They were convinced that you needed the company after years of keeping mostly to yourself unless you had to, with the exception of a couple of close friends. They thought that if you keep at it, you’re going to turn insane from being in your head too much. Where they got that shit piece of pseudo-psychology you don’t know but it had enough hold on their minds to make them force you to get a room in the college dorms -yuck- and live with a stranger for an entire month.

Or it would’ve been a month anyway if you hadn’t made that poor girl’s life a living hell so much so that by the end of the third week, she was running away from your shared dorm room like the devil himself was behind her.

The series of students who came and went through your dorm didn’t last long enough to qualify as roommates. Your record was six hours, that’s how long it took to send one dude,-Hoseok, you’ll never forget the name- running for his life. It’s a shame too, he was cute, and you had to forever ruin your chances with him. But, oh well, there are much more important things in life, like having a bathroom all to yourself.

Soon enough, your college caught on to your reign of terror and they, not so kindly, asked you to vacate the premises and restore the harmony to the student body. Your parents were forced to rent an apartment for you, seeing as you weren’t allowed in the dorms anymore and they lived too far away for you to stay with them. Yeah, they could’ve withheld their money from you and taught you an important lesson about the consequences of being such a spoiled child but they loved you too much to do that. They’ve never been able to deal any real punishment to their baby girl, and that’s probably how you turned out to be so headstrong.

Little did you know, however, that your comeuppance was coming for you. It took three years, three long years where you enjoyed your solitude to the max, but as your fourth and final year came around, instead of the peaceful climax you were counting on it to be, it turned into a shitshow of the highest degree with the arrival of a certain bunny-toothed brat.

Jungkook is the son of your family’s next door neighbours. But other than the daily ‘Good mornings’ and the occasional dinner invitation, your families weren’t really close, and the only contact you had with their shy son was that one year you tutored him in math. To be sure, you were shit at math but that didn’t stop you from attempting to make some money off the kid.

You see, Jungkook had a painfully obvious puppy crush on you, and even though you didn’t teach him shit, and what you did teach him was mindbogglingly wrong, he still never spoke a word of it to his parents, studying on his own and getting good marks just so he’d keep seeing you.

To say that you were a bitch to him would be an understatement. You’d frequently invite your boyfriends over, taking advantage of the fact that his parents were never around because of their jobs, and using his place to hook up with them, knowing Jungkook would never tell on you. You did not care or even notice much that you were breaking the boy’s heart.

Eventually, though, he got sick of your shit and asked you to stop coming over. But he still didn’t tell either of your parents, ever the sweet kid. You didn’t hear or see much of him after that, and you suspect that was intentionally his doing, until now.

As if the universe was punishing you for all your sins against the boy, it made him appear again in your life, but this time you were the one who was going to suffer.

On the last day of your summer break, your mum dropped the bomb on you, informing you that your old pupil was to shack up with you this year, and no amount of whining or begging or scheming was going to get you out of it. She gave you an ultimatum: either you let him room with you and look after him, or she stops giving you money and leaves your spoiled ass out in the cold to fend for yourself. Any funny business from you and you’re done.

You were in denial at first, convincing yourself that it couldn’t possibly be that bad. From what you remembered of Jungkook, he was a shy kid who did anything humanly possible to please you. You were sure that his crush must be long gone by now but he would still be the timid boy you remembered. Right?

Wrong. Jungkook was the devil incarnate.

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Sweet Mornings

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

(Authors note: I haven’t written in aggggeeeesssss so I hope you all enjoy this piece since it’s my first one here! Also I started this at 1am and not it’s 3:30 so…. ignore the typos if there’s any and I hope you enjoy! Also I wanna thank @bribe-the-door for inspiring me to write this certain little blurb, I hope I made you proud Han! :*)

Just a short piece about early mornings, needy Harry, and a sleepy Y/N

8AM is Harry’s favorite time of day.

Not only does the view from where he lied on the bed give him a perfect view of the sun peaking through the clouds, the contentness of birds lightly chirping outside the bedroom window. Everything was almost perfect. The only thing missing from his peaceful morning, was Y/N peppering his face in kisses as she awoke from her slumber.

But there she lied, completely knocked out from the late night study session she had last night. Finals were quick approaching before the holidays, Y/N was making sure she was ahead of the game so she could spend as much time with both Harry’s family and her own.

Harry’s eyes were still bleary from sleep as he knuckles at his eyes to clear his visioning up a bit. Y/N had moved away from him in the midst of their asjustments through the night, so now she lies on her side with her back facing him. Harry lies on his own back, turning his head to lazily trail his eyes up and down her figure. The duvet having been kicked off her body during the night despite the freezing temperatures outside, begging them to cuddle the warmth into their bones.

He knows he should be coaxing her awake with a light nudge kisses against her shoulders and neck, knowing she wasn’t a morning person, this was his most successful tactic in getting his girl out of bed.

But, he couldn’t help but start to get his mind wondering as his eyes started to trail down her body.

The hem of his yellow sweater she stole from him before crawling into his arms last night, scrunched up over hips to showcase the sliver of skin between the waistband of her sleep pajamas and the hem. Harry’s teeth subconsciously dug into his bottom lip, scooting over to lean his head over her sleeping frame, dropping his lips down into the warm skin where her neck met her shoulder. His hand slowly sliding over the bare skin of her stomach to tug her closer into his chest. He buries his face fully against her neck now, enveloping her warmth before she started to get grouchy.

“Harry it’s too early” Y/N mumbled sleepily as she felt Harry’s fingertips starting to tickle at her skin.

Harry hums lowly as he lifted his head to look down at the sleepy girl starting to gain a prominent pout against her lips. “Petal ‘s not tha’ early…. just gimme some lovin..’ Y/N smiled more to herself as she felt his chapped lips slowly pressing kisses down her cheek. Her giggles slowly started to fill up the peaceful atmosphere letting his left dimple make an appearance and his kisses becoming even more eager. Her arms coming up to hold his jaw moving her face when he got close to her mouth laughing out.

“Harry no! I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet!” She whined as she felt his lips press against the corner of her mouth. “Jus’ one kiss baby… ‘be been waitin’ fo’ you to wake up..” Harry pouts, nudging her onto her back. Just one little good morning kiss. Then they would be off to doing whatever they want on this rare day off. Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, looking up at him with puffy eyes before tilting her chin up and puckering her lips. His signature smirk stretched over his mouth before Harry’s ringless hand cupped her jaw slotting their lips together in a sweet kiss.

Well, it was supposed to be sweet.

Y/N hands slid down his chest, feeling herself get even warmer than before. Harry nearly dettached their lips before her hand slipped up to hold his jaw. His eyebrows rose, taken back at the sudden eagerness she was displaying for him. Both their tongues meeting once Harry lowered himself down to press their chests together. Y/N invited the weight, sliding her arms fully around his neck and hugging his head. He pulled his head back, blinking a few times.

“Wha’ was that.” He breathes out licking over his lips.

“Maybe a bit more than one kiss…?” Y/N smiles sheepishly biting her lip as she glanced down at his.

Harry watched her quietly for a minute, recognizing that look in her eyes. Despite it being so early in the morning, she would have been squirming away from his needy hands to catch up on more sleep. Now her eyes are asking him for something more. Anything.

He pressed his lips lightly against hers one more time, feeling her tongue sneak out to brush his upper lip as he pulled back. Harry moved down her body, settling down on his stomach between her legs. Y/N looked down feeling her heart pound against her rib cage. Harry looked up at her, keeping his emerald eyes locked on hers as he leaned down to press an open mouthed kiss over over her stomach. She instinctively moved her hand to slip in his hair patting her lips slightly. Harry kept his eyes on Y/N the whole time he trailed his hot mouth down the middle of her tummy, finally reaching the place where he’s been wanting since he woke up. His fingertips hooked into the elastic of her shorts first, tugging them down her legs. Y/N propped herself up on her elbows meeting his eyes before she felt his teeth nip up her inner thigh. The dialogue spoken between them two through their eyes.

She know was she wants, and he exactly knows what he wants.

Harry knows he could just rip off her baby pink panties and just eat her till she begged him him to stop. Y/N was practically begging right now as she watched him trail her lips closer to where she needed up. The anticipation killed him too, but that’s what made the ending result even better.

“Harry ju-just take it off please..” Y/N whimpered out lifting her hips up to his mouth. Harry moves his mouth away just slightly finally slipping off that last barrier stopping them two from indulging in each other.

“Shh… ‘m comin’ love jus’ relax fo’ me..” he cooed glancing up at her once her panties completely came off. Harry’s mouth watered at the sight of her bare heat meeting his eyes. His index and middle finger lightly moved to open her up a bit before letting him just dig in. A surprised yelp escaped Y/N lips along with a jolt of her legs once his mouth made contact. She let her head fall back on the pillow, breathing stuttering as Harry tongue lapped over her juices. His hands moving to hook under her thighs and interlock his fingers together on her stomach to keep her down. Harry knew once she got close, there was no holding back after that. His lips moved away slightly to lick over his mouth eagerly looking up at her with a childish delight. Y/N’s mindset was focused on the beautiful man between her thighs, worshiping her body for a release. She tugs his head back against her throbbing clit before letting out a whine as his mouth wrapped around her clit.

“Oh my god Harry yes… fuck fuck f-fUCK yes!” Harry firmed sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth letting his tongue flick figured over it. Y/N arched her back tugging over the longer tufts of hair on the top of his head, squirming to roll her hips up against his mouth. But the grip he had on her was no match. She dug her head back into the pillow squeezing her eyes shut, crying out every time Harry would just barely graze his teeth against her clit, nudging his nose against it. Y/N slams her hand down on the bed against her hip, tugging at the duvet as Harry pulled her impossibly closer to his mouth. She knows she won’t be able to hold on any longer. The sweater she’s wearing that kept her warm, was now too hot, her body was on fire and Harry is living for it.

Y/N made a fateful mistake when she lifted her head to look down at Harry. His eyes were shut in bliss as he wasted no time letting his tongue get a taste of every drop. Some strands of his hair were falling on his forehead as he shook his head against her to get as close to you as he possible could. He was stunning. He was enjoying it more than her if it was even possible.

“Taste so sweet baby… you’re my good girl right..?” Harry murmured against her clit glancing up and meeting her glazed eyes. Y/N nodded eagerly scratching his scalp encouragingly, too lost to form a coherent sentance. He felt a chuckle rumble in his chest at his sweet girl, deciding maybe it was time to let her get her release. He’s tortured her enough hasn’t he?

One of his hand left her stomach before pulling his mouth from her completely to look up at her. Y/N opened her mouth without hesitation and took his fingers into her warm mouth. Harry could’ve came at the feeling of her eager mouth sucking over his fingers.

“You are goin’ to kill me one day I swear…” He spoke with his dimples on full display. Y/N held onto his wrist with one hand and the other hand tugging his hair to pull him into her heat. She moaned around his fingers when Harry’s tongue trailed down from her clit, nudging into her entrance, letting out a moan of his mouth tasting her even more. She felt that familiar buzz started at the tips of her toes, signaling she was getting close. Harry glancing up at her tugging his fingers from mouth, slowing down his movements just barely when he saw a line of spit connected to her mouth and fingers. He quickly gained his momentom back, slipping his fingers into her warm heat with ease, starting to pump his fingers. She was going to lose it.

Y/N writhed into the bed when his fingertips nudges against the warm spongy spot that made her vision go blurry. Harry pressing soft kisses over her clit contradicting the actions his fingers were doing.

“Tha’s is… right here..? You’re so pretty like this baby…” Harry murmured encouraging words as Y/N approached her high, squirming even more when his words had a greater effect on how her clit was practically throbbing for his mouth. Harry bit his lip, enough to indent the dimples in his cheeks in concentration, relentlessly pressing his fingers against the spot that made her go wild. Y/N cried out moving to grip his hair with both her hands, simultaneously wanting to push her hips closer and pull away because it was getting too much. Harry could tell by the hitch in her breath that she was about to cum. He pulled away his fingers quickly replacing them with his mouth, lapping everything up eagerly with his nose brushing her slit.

“Oh my-fuck Harry ‘m gon-gonna cu-OH!”

Y/N cried out digging her head back into the pillow feeling the wave wash over her body. Harry’s forearm completely holding her hips down as he keeping his mouth against her entirety, letting them move slowly to lap all of her juices up.

“Good girl… good girl... you’re my good girl.. jus’ fo’ daddy… my pretty girl….” Harry hummed looking up at her with gleaming eyes licking his lips.

Y/N felt her body buzz with excitement and exhaustion, flopping her hands down to the side. She detached her hands from his hair and flopping them to her side shutting her eyes. Harry’s tongue lightly pressed over her heat to make sure he didn’t miss a single drop. He chuckles against her clit when her legs jerked around his head, along with her hands half heartedly pushing his head away with whines. Harry sits up swiping the pad of his thumb across all the corners of his mouth to catch anything he missed with the swipe of his tongue. Y/N watched him through dazed eyes reaching out to grab his wrist and tugging it down till she was suckling his thumb. Harry watched her with his mouth parted letting his tongue peak out slightly, feeling his cock started to throb once her teeth nibbled on the pad of his thumb.

A growl escaped Harry’s throat, bringing his body down and tugging his thumb away from her mouth before roughly pressing his mouth to hers. Y/N smiled into the kiss when his tongue eagerly met hers, the taste of her coming into Y/N’s mouth. She lifts her hips to let them press up against the budge against his boxers. Harry let out a long moan once he pulled back biting his lip snickering softly.

“Easy tiger…. jus’ finished you off..” Harry teases smirking down at you. Y/N smiles letting out an innocent giggle scratching the back of his head softly.

“Can’t help myself baby.. you’re just so fucking good.. wanna repay the favour.” She pouts fluttering her eyelashes trailing her hands down his torso towards the waitband of his boxers. Harry is quick to grab her wrist, pulling it up to press a few kisses against the inner part of her arm.

“I promise I’ll let you ‘ave a go on me petal…. but right now.. you ‘nd I need breakfast.” Harry says slips his fingers through hers tightly.

Y/N’s eyes lighten up at the thought of breakfast. “Can you make those waffles your mom taught you to make?! I can help cut some strawberries, maybe fry up some eggs and bac-“ she’s cut off abruptly when Harry’s mouth lightly smushes against hers for a quick second before pulling back, rubbing his thumb over her lower lip.

“Anythin’ fo’ you sweetheart…” Harry murmurs adoringly grinning lightly tapping over her bum as they both got up.

8AM was definitely Harry’s favorite part of the day.

Kagami, Luka, and the Love Square

(spoilers obviously)

Also, just had to get it out there.

Kagami

Thoughts: 

  • She is bae honestly. Adrien proving he has a type; bad-ass, spunky Asian girls who can intimidate and/or kick his ass.
  • I think this is where angst comes in since unlike Marinette’s other rivals (Chloe, Lila), I can see her genuinely liking Kagami, and them getting along well together. And if she sees how Adrien and her might be drawn together because of their similar backgrounds, I can see her backing off as a sign of character development in wanting to be Adrien’s friend first and foremost. But at the same time, her heartbreak may also potentially cause her to be akumatized. 

  • Kagami means ‘Mirror’. From what we’ve seen of her she seems to be a foil to Marinette, really similar in appearance, but opposing in temperament. Where Marinette is clumsy (whenever she’s not LB), Kagami is lithe. Where she is expressive, Kagami is reserved. 

HCs: 

  • I can see her being bi, getting a mild crush on Marinette and also Adrien?  mean who wouldn’t have crushes on them? At the same time, I can see her being a wingwoman to both Adrien and Marinette. Go on and join the club! Alya’s president. 
  • She probably got the last spot at the fencing school and this is where she and Adrien probably become close.

  • I BELIEVE WHOLEHEARTEDLY IN THE HEADCANON THAT ADRIEN IS A WEABOO. KAGAMI IS HIS NEW ANIME BUDDY. BUT HE KEEPS ON WANTING TO TALK ABOUT SHOUJO AND MAGICAL GIRL ANIMES (Ouran High School Host Club, Sailor Moon), while Kagami just wants to talk about Shonen. THE CONFLICT. 

Speculations: 

  • I hope she gets the Peacock Miraculous, but that would mean working with HawkMoth, so it would be interesting to see how that would play out. Maybe she has a family secret relating to the Miraculous? Kwami (Quantic Kami) and Akuma are Japanese words. Maybe the whole lore and the first LB and CN started in Japan?

Luka

Thoughts:

  •  PLEASE LET HIM BE PUNK GOTH, PLEASE LET HIM BE PUNK GOTH. Please let him be the ‘bad boy’ to counter Adrien’s golden prince.
  • And to be fair, maybe Marinette mistakes him initially for Chat Noir just like how Adrien initially thought Kagami could be LB.

  • Probably outwardly flirty, but just overall a good-natured guy. I read somewhere that Luka means ‘bright one’ in Russian while Adrien could mean ‘dark one’, so I could see the two being foils like Kagami and Marinette. Adrien’s the golden boy on the outside while hiding a lot of deep sadness inside. Despite him smiling a lot, he holds himself back. Meanwhile, Luka could have a dark color scheme but act with much more freedom in his emotions, and is a really funny guy, creating a sort of image gap.

HCs:

  • I headcanon that Luka does parkour, has dark hair like Juleka, and has a sweet tooth. I’m pretty sure he’ll also have a good heart, since that part is what will likely attract Marinette (besides his possible resemblance to Chat Noir *cough cough*)
  • Maybe he and Marinette will have a meetcute, where he saves her or she saves him, and from then on gets a sort of admiration for her. He sort of flirts with her, but Marinette knows how to deflect it when it’s not Adrien, so they have this sort of easy going relationship. 
  • ADRIEN GETS SO JEALOUS. But he doesn’t really realize it at first. At first he’s maybe envious of Luka’s carefree personality, and also about the openness Marinette displays with Luka when he’s just a relatively newcomer, meanwhile it took a bit more time for Marinette to open up to him (from his perspective). Then he gets a bit uneasy because what if Marinette thinks Luka’s Chat Noir? But that shouldn’t be a problem for him right, since it’ll help protect his secret identity, but still WHAT IS THIS PAINFUL FEELING IN HIS CHEST? 
  • LIKE I AM SO READY FOR JEALOUS ADRIEN LIKE YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE. We’ve already seen jealousy on him as Chat Noir, but I think it won’t be as outwardly apparent as when he’s Adrien, so from Marinette’s perspective, Adrien really just thinks of her as a friend, and then ANGST, because what if this development is what pushes her to try to give up on Adrien?

Speculation:

  • I kinda think this is how we get the Marichat balcony scene. They’ll grow closer and Marinette drops the bomb that she likes someone, and our poor oblivious boy automatically assumes it must be Luka. There’s that weird hurting feeling in his chest again, but whatever, Marinette’s his good friend, someone he treasures, of course he’ll help her get with the guy of her dreams. Matchmaker Adrien appears again, but this will inevitably hurt Marinette more, I mean can you imagine your crush blatantly pushing you towards another guy? (It hurts Adrien too, but he still can’t tell why.)
  • Since Luka’s going to be part of S3, I have this theory that he’ll be the one to succeed HawkMoth’s miraculous. I mean if Master Fu can pass his on to Nino, so can Gabe to another younger wielder, once he’s redeemed. That would be my dream team to be honest, Marinette, Adrien, Alya, Nino, Chloe, Kagami, and Luka to defeat a greater threat than HawkMoth (because I’m sure something more sinister will be coming for them). Tbh this theory is mostly me wanting Kagami and Luka to have their own miraculouses. 

Marinette & Adrien

  • No wonder they both can’t tell the other is their partner, despite all of the obvious proof literally right in front of them. From Riposte alone, Adrien thinks and knows about Marinette’s clumsiness. He can’t reconcile that with LB’s gracefulness. There’s no possible way LB could be clumsy. Meanwhile, we know also from the same episode that Marinette thinks Chat Noir is a natural-born flirt. Even until now, she probably still hasn’t realized (or is in full-denial mode) that she is his only one. She can’t reconcile that at all with her image of Adrien as a perfect prince. This season will probably focus more on the two of them seeing the flaws of their idealized loves, in order for them to see the truth that was there all along. 
  • This is a headcanon of mine that has no basis, but I think Adrien unconsciously tries to act like a perfect prince in front of Marinette. He rarely lets his Chat Noir out around her as compared to others like Nino, and even Chloe. Maybe it has something to do with how they got off on the wrong start, so he doesn’t want her to ever have a bad opinion of him ever again, so despite wanting to act more casual and friendly around her, he still reserves a bit of himself because her opinion really matters to him. So this is maybe where Marichat interaction can help, and one which I’m really excited for this season, since the both of them can act like they want to around each other as friends without the unexpected burden of expectations. 
you had me at ‘i’

premise: (name) and steve try to figure out their feelings in strange ways, that inlcude dating people they don’t like. feat cheerleading!

PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, (slight!)billy hargrove x reader 

a/n: i like cheerleaders ok??? kinda was feeling rly bad abt my writing since i felt that it was not that good so i tried rly hard on this one hope it shows xoxo i will continue to try and work even harder. sorry for being slow on requests
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MASTERLIST.

Spring sun shines brightly overhead; soft wind gushes past delicate thighs and pinches at the hems of bright red skirts. The playing field is mostly empty of spectators, just a few younger girls, with awe in their eyes, and a couple of football and basketball players watching the cheerleading squad finish their perfect routine without a hitch. Voices of the girls in pigtails die down into harsh breaths as they wipe away drops of sweat from the arches of their brows and the flats of their foreheads. Some high-five as congratulations, some wave flirtatiously at the boys and they wave back.

“Good job, girls! See you tomorrow, same time, same place.”

With a sharp inhale you fix your white shoelaces and wordlessly accept an offer of water from one of your teammates, Suzy. As you stand up a whiff of your perfume mixed with a tint of sweat greets your nose and you can hardly wait to hit the showers. Your eyes wander around. You see the boys, ones that were so intently watching you and your girls, now approach. Among them is Billy Hargrove – of course he’d be checking you out – and surprise surprise…Steve Harrington.

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Bruises On Another (part two)

Originally posted by buckyssteves

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

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You left you last class of the day as quickly as you could. It wasn’t that it was per-say a bad class, or that the entire day had been bad, but the people in the room itself made you uncomfortable and you’ve never been one for socializing. Not to mention you couldn’t shake the sight of that boy, who you’d learned was Steve when Mr. Jones had called on him, had the exact same bruise on the exact same eye as you.

It must of be coincidence. That was the only logical explanation but you’ve see the bruise on your eyes enough times to know that the bruise on that boys face was identical to yours. Not just in the same place, but where the bruise faded and where it begun was exactly the same. You’d never seen anything like it, and you just knew that avoiding Steve was your best case scenario. It wouldn’t be good to get involved with a boy and you knew your father wouldn’t like it.

Once you made your way outside of the classroom, your fingers found the same sheet of paper before and with delicate fingers you searched for your locker number. You soon enough found it and once you did, your eyes begun to glance around the halls for the matching locker. Surprisingly it seemed this time it didn’t take you as long to find what you were looking for and you mentally sighed in relief, the sooner you were able to put your books away the sooner you could get home and you knew that’s what your father liked best.

Dialling the code into the lock, it soon enough popped open and you swung open your locker. You didn’t dwell long at the sight of your very old and very ruined locker, opting instead for shoving your books inside and shutting it the minute you were done. Once the books were out of your hand, you glanced around the busy hallway for a moment and paused in thought. This was to be the rest of your year, spending half of it in this hellhole and the other half at home where it was hell.

Your hand found its way to your neck where you found a necklace, the necklace that never seemed to leave your neck no matter what. To bite down the sickness that welled within you, you gripped the necklace pendant; a gold bird with it’s wings spread and felt some of your anxiety lessen. 

Though as you stood there, your eyes met a familiar brown pair and you paused. There was a second that you just stared into his eyes before you shook your head and turned the other way. You were meant to stay away from him, not literally gaze into his eyes from afar like some romantic drama. So that’s what you did, and soon enough you found yourself on the path towards home, clutching your backpack strap nervously.

Your arm ached but you ignored the pain and instead focused on the peaceful walk home. This new path home seemed to be your only solace now as it gave you time to truly be alone and by yourself. And as you walked you let your mind wander over just exactly how your life had turned this way. You thought about your old life, in Florida and realized how much you truly missed it. Your father and you had moved to Hawkin’s so abruptly and quickly it’d never really given you the time to think about everything. And now that you were here, you realized you’d give anything to go back to the way the things were.

Though, as always, the peace never did quite last long and soon enough you found yourself in front of your front door, just staring at it. You couldn’t quite describe the feeling that welled within you, knowing what waited behind the door but you knew you couldn’t avoid it anymore.

It was inevitable.

So slowly you slid your house key into the deadbolt and unlocked the door. You’d done this for so many days, you’d expected to grow use to the feeling by now but still you couldn’t seem to get ride of the weighing feeling that fell upon your shoulders or the way your hands began to shake in dread. You swung the door open and were relieved to see no one else around, and taking a step in you slipped off your shoes.

“Father?” You called softly, your voice barely above a whisper; just like it had been for so long.

You thought for a moment that you were in luck and you made your way to the staircase in relief but then footsteps echoed and a hand caught your arm. You closed your eyes for a moment, before turning around and meeting the gaze of your father. “Father.” You repeated, this time as a statement and respectively smiled his way. 

“You’re home late.” Was all your father said in a gruff voice.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and laughed lightly; “only a few minutes. And besides, it was the first day-” You stopped speaking the moment you felt his grip tighten, considerably, and bit your lip. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“How many times have I told you-” Your father began and you felt the sinking feeling within you grow as you knew that he wasn’t going to just let this pass. “I want you home before four thirty, no later. And I expect dinner to be ready by five.” 

“Yes,” was all you said.

Your father tugged you forward harshly, making you nearly trip over your own two feet as you narrowly missed falling down the stairs. Once your feet met solid ground, you straightened yourself out, trying to ignore the way your breath grew heavy and glanced back at your father nervously. You hated the way he glared at you, as if you’d actually done something wrong. Something more than arrive home a few minutes late.

“Dinner.” Your father ordered, letting go of your hand and you sighed in relief, the pain lessening considerably. “I expect it to be ready by five.” You nodded, knowing better than to speak and your father shoved in you in the direction of the kitchen harshly. This time you weren’t so lucky, and you tripped over your own feet and fell to the ground.

You let out a soft groan as your knees smacked against the hardwood and as you glanced behind you, you found your father already gone. Taking a deep breath, you ignored the pain in your knee and crawled up. With shame you made your way into the kitchen and leaned against the kitchen counter with a heavy sigh. You clenched your fists tightly, ignoring the way your nails dug into your palm and felt your body shake.

This was nothing new but yet every time it happened, it seemed to upset you more.

How was this fair?


Steve stood next to Nancy, leaning against the lockers with a distant look as he heard the chatter from the girls beside him. Normally, despite the sometimes girly talk, he was much more involved but ever since yesterday he couldn’t seem to get the image of you out of his head. The same day you appeared, bruises begun to appear on his arm and there was something about you yesterday; something that seemed off.

Mind you, he’d only seen you in one class and the only thing Steve knew about you was that you were a new student… but there was a feeling within Steve. He couldn’t describe it- but there was just something.

“Steve?” Nancy called, glancing over at her boyfriend in wonder. Furrowing her brows when the boy didn’t answer, she waved her hand in front of his face; “Steve?” That seemed to snap him out of whatever stupor he’d been in and blinking, he shifted his body to glance at Nancy with curiosity.

“Uh- what?”

Nancy laughed and a smile slipped over her friends face; “I asked you a question.”

Steve blinked again, feeling guilt well within him at the fact that he hadn’t been listening. Shaking his head lightly, he shifted his body so he was leaning towards Nancy and crossed his arms over his chest, letting a smile fall across his lips. “Sorry. What was it?”

Nancy shook her head in response, “it’s nothing.” She replied, waving it off and Steve nodded in response. Before he knew it he found himself glancing around the hallway in distant thought and Nancy pursed her lips, glancing over at her friend in question who only shrugged in response. “Hey.” Nancy called, setting a hand on Steve’s arm as his gaze fell to hers once again. “What’s wrong? You’ve seem odd ever since yesterday.”

Steve paused; “it’s nothing.” He shrugged, not wanting to worry Nancy. Pausing a moment, he decided to ask the question that had been plaguing his mind. “Hey, have you guys seen the new girl?”

“The one with the H/C hair?” Nancy’s friend questioned and Steve nodded in response.

“Yeah, I helped her find her class yesterday. I think she has english with you.” Nancy answered and Steve nodded in response, his eyes looking around in thought. 

“Yeah-” He nodded, “yeah she does.”

“Why?”

“Oh nothing.” Steve waved off, “she just seemed a bit off.”

“Well she was wearing that thick sweater in this heat, which I have no idea how she wasn’t dying.” Nancy commented, narrowing her eyes in what seemed like concern for a moment before looking over at her friend. “And she almost seemed jumpy. When I went to hand her back this piece of paper, she jumped as if i’d hurt her or something.”

“I heard some girls saw her covering up a bruise yesterday in the bathroom.”

Steve paused, his face falling with realization and he glanced over at Nancy’s friend, who he’d never bothered to learn the name of and asked; “what?”

Nancy’s friend raised an eyebrow and blew a bubble with her bubblegum. “Yeah,” she shrugged, like it was no big deal which it really wasn’t. Wasn’t to everyone except Steve. “Apparently a huge bruise over her left eye, all purple and shit.” The girl explained, taking her hand to demonstrate further. Steve slumped against the locker in confusion- it must- it has be a coincidence.

“Much like your’s Steve.” Nancy commented off-handedly.

“Yeah…” He mumbled, not really thinking. He’d known something was off with you yesterday, especially when he’d met your eyes and you almost looked like you’d seen a ghost. A bruise… exactly on your left eye just like his and his own had appeared the same day you did. Steve shook his head, this was crazy. There was no possible way that you had something to do with the bruises appearing on his body…

right?

“There she is now.” Nancy spoke up, pulling Steve from his thoughts as he peered up and found you. Though his face fell when he saw exactly who you were with.

“With Billy?”


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Renaissance

this is the photography!harry piece based off of this request:  

hello! can you do where harry is a photographer and he needs a model for an upcoming project or something so he asks y/n since he couldn’t find anyone. and during that process, both developed feelings towards one another.

Y/N liked to sit alone in the dining room. She didn’t like to watch people eat or have others watch her eat. And, she definitely wasn’t a fan of small talk. Or talking at all. She didn’t like it because she wasn’t good at it. She wasn’t good at it because she didn’t do it. She didn’t do it because she didn’t like it. It was a vicious cycle, really. 

This wasn’t to say that she didn’t have any friends because she did. Those who bothered to stick it out past her social awkwardness and the unnecessarily high walls she built around herself usually were there for life. Said friends, however, refused to wait for her to get out of class and went to eat somewhere else without her. Since she didn’t have a car she was left to fend for herself in the dining room. Which she didn’t mind as long as she was left alone. 

Apparently Harry Styles didn’t get the memo. He was this real sweet kid she saw around in the arts department a lot. They were both fine arts majors, but she specialised in painting and sketching while he specialised in photography. In their first couple years they had a few general ed classes together, so she was friendly whenever they came into contact with each other but they weren’t friends. That was why his sudden presence at her table was so perplexing. They were wave from across the hall close not sit with each other at lunch close.
She looked up from her plate, slowly finishing a mouthful of carbonara, eyeing him suspiciously. “How… may I help you?”

He flashed a big, bright smile at her which was honestly a bit off-putting. “How are you doing, beautiful?”

“I’m fine… just, ya know, trying to get some ATP.” He looked at her with a blank expression. “Adenosine triphosphate… Like, cellular energy… that comes from– ya know what? Never mind. I’m a nerd. Why are you trying to butter me up?”

He sighed. “I know we don’t talk often.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “…Or, at all, but I need to ask you for a favour.”

She patted around her mouth with a napkin in an attempt to stall time. She wondered why he couldn’t ask one of the other million people he knew. Why did it have to be her? Why couldn’t her friends have waited for her to get out of class? She figured hearing him out wouldn’t be the worst thing ever, though. “Well, I can’t guarantee I’ll do it, but what is it?”

“I’m working on a project, and I need a model. My last one flaked out on me.”

Her eyebrows drew together. “Why?”

“She found out I wasn’t paying,” he pouted.

She puckered her lips. “Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Anyway, I’m doing, like, a modern recreation of renaissance art. And, I really really really need your help.”

She squinted her eyes at him. There had to be something he wasn’t telling her. She was more than certain that he could convince any other girl to model for him. She knew at least three girls who had a legitimate crush on him, five girls who wanted to get in his pants, and really any living creature could be charmed into doing it once he batted his eyes in their direction. The dude was beautiful. “What aren’t you telling me, Styles?”

He winced at the question before blowing raspberries into the air. “Are you… familiar with… The Birth of Venus and Venus of Urbino?”

“Of course I am,” she responded immediately. When he didn’t say anything, she thought back over what he just asked her until the gears in her brain were fully turning. Her eyes widened. “You want me to pose nude?” she whisper shouted. 

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Not This Time Pt. 2

Summary: After a blowout fight, Billy has to find a way to make things right with his girl.

Authors Note: This is long. Very long… Like… five pages long. I was listening to The Last Time by Taylor Swift when I wrote this… Now that I’m reading it back, I don’t really see how much the song actually influenced the way I wrote it, but it’s a good song period. So listen to it. Even if you don’t like Taylor Swift, you’ll like this song. 

I have decided that I’m going to take requests! I really have a hard time writing them, though! Maybe I’ll reblog some prompts and you can send them in. 

Thanks for the love on the first part of this! I love you guys! All feedback is appreciated (even if you hated it)

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    “Hey, are you guys okay!?” I gasped, sprinting to the front door and embracing the kids as they filed in. 

Dustin, Lucas, and Max instantly wrapped their arms around my torso, nearly bowling me over.
 

     “Are you okay?” They questioned, their eyes flitting up to meet mine.

     “Fine, why?” 

     “We saw Billy walking home… He was a wreck.” Lucas explained. 

I let out a sigh, a twinge of pain striking me in the heart. Of course, he looked a mess. Not only had I gone off on him, he was presumably going home to a drunk father who would beat the shit out of him if he didn’t bring his little sister home.
    

 “Yeah. That was nothing.” I fibbed, glancing up to meet Steve standing in the doorway, his face looking worse than it had when the kids kidnapped him and threw him in Billy’s car.  
  

  “Jesus!” I exclaimed. He had a split above his eyebrow and another on his lower lip as well as a blackened eye that was turning an eerie green color. I couldn’t help but smirk at the multicolored bandaids the kids had slapped on his scrapes, though.
   

 “Yeah. This is nothing.” He mocked my tone from earlier, seeing right through my lie.

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⟶ that tuesday night | jjg | (m)

pairing: jeongguk x reader
genre:
fluff, smut
wordcount: 5k
a/n: this is a dumb pwp i have no explanation for except the support of like seven different people that encouraged me to write it. enojy a somewhat college!au jeon.

↳ your best friend finds out how much you love horror, yet you are so goddamn easy to scare. it holds the promise of an entertaining night.


“So, part two tonight?”

He grins at you over the rim of his glass filled with white wine, the usual bunny grin with his nose crinkled and eyes shining that is so incredibly hard to resist. Or maybe, it’s just the wine that you yourself have already running through your system that makes you think that way. You just shrug at him.

“I mean, sure. Why not.” He grins even wider at that, ignoring the faintest trace of hesitation that is laced into your voice. You don’t even get to sigh at his eagerness before he is already turned towards his laptop, opening google to pull up a stream that is high quality enough for his liking.

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Once Upon A Dream (Part One)

Fandom: Riverdale
Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader/OC
Rating: NSFW, Mature
Warnings: Language/Cursing, Adult Themes/Situations, Emotional Stress/Angst, Gang Activity, Underage Drinking/Drug Useage (Party responsibly!), Rivalry, Smut!
Format: Part One of Three

Note: So this is a little something that popped into my head, inspired by the song, Wildest Dreams. Silly, I know, but some of those lines just seem to fit Sweet Pea so well. I couldn’t resist. This has a slight AU!Quality, where there is a strong football rivalry between the Southside High and Riverdale High. Cliche, perhaps, but I lovee it. There’s some Archie!Angst in the beginning, so if any of you are a sucker for that! This will be a three part mini-series, and should wrap up after the third part!

Looking at him, she couldn’t help but think he was beautiful.

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5 REASONS TO FALL IN LOVE:

      When it came to love, you never understood what all the fuss was about, truly, you didn’t. Not until you met Steve Harrington, that is, and the whole world just started making sense.


EARLY MORNING KISSES:

The first privilege came in arguably the most affectionate show of love – a kiss placed on your lips so early in the morning you never quite know whether you’re dreaming or awake. And it is the absolute sweetest because you are the first thing on Steve’s mind when he opens his eyes and the last one before he closes them.

Early birds chirp their cheery tunes at dawn and the sun slowly rises; bright rays peak through the closed curtains of your room and burn the side of your cheek in almost a loving way. Steve is the first to stir – naturally, he is much more sensitive to sudden changes in lighting and temperature – and once he pries one hazy sleep ridden eye open all he can make out is a blurry image of your white ceiling. He blinks a few times, inhales a few breaths that taste like your perfume before his senses finally flow back into him and he tilts his head to the side. His hair sticks to his face and he shoves it out his eyes; he sees you still deep in sleep and most likely dreaming. And he wastes no time to lay his hand on your waist, feel your hot skin burn his fingertips as a lazy smile blooms on his lips. This peace lasts a moment, or possibly much longer, after all it’s hard to tell time when most of the world is still sleeping. He leans in and captures your lips in a soft kiss – a kiss he gives you every morning because true to the fairytale of Sleeping Beauty, you can only be awoken by a true loves kiss. He tried other methods. Tickling. Calling your name. A dozen alarm clocks. Nothing got a reaction, except this one thing and he did not use it sparingly.

The vast skies of dreams cloud with reality as slowly you feel yourself sucked into a stuffy, hot room, with dewy sweat coating your skin and batches of hair tickling your cheeks. The senses alert  in one deep inhale and you grin immediately once you realize that Steve’s lips still rest on yours; a raspy giggle escapes you as you playfully smack his arm and he gradually, with one last peck on your cheek and a sweet and hoarse ‘Good morning…’ moves back to his pillow. Your hand finds his under the sheets, your fingers squeezing his as you hum.

Babe…” You whisper.

“Yea?”

Not morning…”

“Morning. School.”

No.”


MOVIE DATES:

Hawkins Movie Theatre is your favorite spot to hang out and of course Steve knows this. After all, he took you here on your first date. So each time you stepped through those double doors felt like the first time holding his hand all over again.

Midnight séance. A horror movie with flashy imagery and more nudity than you expected plays on screen as teenagers that are legal and not sit in couples and whisper amongst themselves. You sink into the plush red seat and inhale the scent of popcorn, cola, and something frying. The sounds are loud and unpleasant and you have to refrain from cringing when the volume jumps just a bit too loud. Your eyes stay glued to the screen despite the urge to ogle your boyfriend – you know that once you glance at him you will be unable to look away.

His hand rests on your thigh. Naturally, shoulder hugs are only for starting lovebirds, but you still remember how he pulled the old ‘yawn-wrap-my-arm-around-your-shoulders-don’t-freak-out-please’ shtick on you and how you absolutely swooned. Suddenly memories appear more interesting than the movie and you drift away. Oh, what a rainy day it had been when he had asked you out, not all that smug and cool. Not like the rumors painted him to be at all. He caught you after school, after basketball practice, as you were leaving your club with a stack of books and flyers occupying the space in your hands. He had offered to carry some heavier books and you had smiled sweetly at him for it. Then, once you reached your locker, and as you put the clutter away he had asked you if you wanted to ‘Catch a movie sometime?’. Your first reaction was to raise a brow in confusion and mild amusement. When you saw that he was serious, and despite himself nervous, your cheeks bloomed red and a shaky ‘Yeah…I’d like that’ fell from your lips before you could even think about it.

Steve’s hand squeezes your thigh and you perk up. Meeting eyes with him you try to bite down the smile. Seems he got bored of the movie, too.


SHARING SECRETS:

Your house had been turned upside down as you, in great anger, tried to explain what the hell had happened to one of your friends. And how no one was supposed to know about it.

Steve sat on your bed with a book in his hand – English literature, can’t say it’s his favorite – as you pace around the small space of your room with your hands up in the air repeating the same wild gestures as you fight to control the volume of your voice. With blushed cheeks and a permanent frown on your face, you suddenly halt and stare at him, “Can you believe it?!”

“No.” He says, turning a page, “How could she?” His voice tatters on the edge of genuine interest. Frankly, he doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal, but if you want to vent he isn’t going to stop you.

“I know, right!?” You release a frustrated sigh and run a shaky hand through your hair; a moment of absolute silence passes and worried Steve glances up at you. Wide eyed, you state, “I don’t think I can be friends with her after this.”

You want his opinion. Dear God, you want his opinion. His advice is debatable in quality (Dustin, after all, didn’t get the girl despite Steve’s 100% proven technique) and to toss in his two cents in the beef that you have with your friend? This may potentially ruin your and hers friendship, or at the very least what’s left of it. Silently, he puts the book aside and motions for you to come closer. Sadly you walk over, and gently grasping your hand he pulls you into his lap. His head comes to rest on your shoulder as his arms wrap around your waist and you find a comfortable position to rest. A heavy sigh escapes your lips and he can’t help but frown. He doesn’t want to see you like this.

Hey…” He calls softly, his fingers hooking some loose strands of (color) hair over your ear, “Don’t be sad. I mean, I’m really not the best person to discuss girl troubles with, but like you said…She’s a bitch.”

You nod, “I know, but…But she’s my bitch, Steve.”

He thinks, “…Yeah. She’s your bitch.”

“I should call her.”

“Yep. You go do that.”


TAKING PICTURES TOGETHER:

You love looking at pictures. Especially on rainy days when there is nothing better to do and the need for social interaction is on an all-time low. You suppose you like them so much because they are proof. Proof that something magical had happened.

Oh my God!” Your mother cries, her hands grasping the Polaroid camera as if her life depends on it, “Oh my God, (F/Name)! (F/Name) come here! Our little baby’s all grown up now!” Her voice cracks at the end and you can’t help but release an amused smile.

You share a look with Steve. He gives a shrug. The two of you stand together, his arm around your waist. Graduation. You wear your best dress, finest hairdo, and perfect smile. You are positive Steve put an extra hours’ worth of work into his hair today, and you have the sudden urge to run your finger through it, though the amount of self-control you have surprises even you.

Another flash lights up the room and flinch and squint your eyes to shield yourself from the sudden attack. This is possibly the sixteenth picture that had fallen to the floor with your mothers promise to ‘Pick it up later! Now pose!’. Not having the heart in you to refuse her, you straighten your back, smile to the camera, and pray that you don’t look half as uncomfortable as you feel. Steve leans in and you feel his breath brush your ear, “Do you think she’ll ever stop?”

“Smile and pretend like you’re having a good time, sweetie.”


VIBING ALL NIGHT LONG:

The amount of records you have stocked up in your room makes Steve proud to call you his girl. The fact that the two of you share the same music taste is a huge plus, too.

…And your favorite song starts playing on the radio that goes in perfect tune with your laughing. Steve’s car suddenly turns into a dance floor – you squirm in your seat and do quick work to open the window to let the whole neighborhood hear your jam. The stars shape into fairy lights and street lamps flicker like at the disco on a Friday night. You close your eyes and inhale the scent of dewy grass as and wind and pollinated sleeping flowers. Summer is your favorite time of year, and no matter what hour you decide to sneak out the house you always find yourself in a permanent state of daze and awe. Last remnants of heat tickle your cheeks and you flash your eyes open, look at Steve and he shares your brilliant smile.

You hold your choice of beer up to his face, “Sippy!” You demand. He gives you a dismissive laugh, his hands firmly on the steering wheel as he continues to drive around.

“I can’t—“ But before he can finish you turn up the volume and demand again.

“Sippy!”

“I’ll have to park the car!” He warns. You shake your head, “We’ll have to walk a mile home!”

“Don’t care! Sippy!”



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Hawkins’ sweetheart  (Billy Hargrove imagine)

► Summary: When the reader comes back to Hawkins she doesn’t expect that Billy Hargrove, the new boy in town, is going to suppose such an important piece on her messed up life.

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► Pair: Billy Hargrove x reader

► Warnings: Some swearing

Author’s notes: So this is supposed to be the first part of a mini series I already have on my mind (And my notebook) so if you like this part and want the rest of them make me know! English is not my first language so sorry if there’s any grammar or spelling mistake. (Special gratitude to @oldvoicesinmyhead for helping me with my writer’s block with this story)

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“You sure you want to go back to school this soon?” You looked at the woman on the driver’s seat and smile. You knew she was only worried about you. Visiting your mother was always hard for you, a true roller coaster that left you exhausted and besides there was the planes you had to take to get to Washington.
“Totally sure Kelly… I’ve missed being a normal teen. God! I’ve even missed this town” She chuckled and her eyes went to you for a few seconds before locking them on the road again. “I mean it, you don’t have to worry, besides I’m looking forward to meet my friends and Steve, I’ve really missed that little dumbass.”

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His Royal Fury

Originally posted by tomhiddleston-gifs

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

Content/Warnings: angst; fluff; implied rape

Words: 1570

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

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

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

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

You helped him learn how to love again.

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

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TLJ Plot Leak that I am actually believing to be true

So earlier this week some people (i completely forgot who but if youre this person on Tumblr please lemme know) mentioned a specific set of leaks from Reddit about the entire plot of The Last Jedi and I was skeptical at first but now rewatching the trailers and analysis and what we know, it seemed too fucking accurate and too objectively specific to just be “speculation”.

SO I’ve pasted what was written [SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT] and why I think this is the closest we’ll get to actual spoilers. The OP also correctly predicted details and the plot of Rogue One prior to the release and he is already well known on Reddit for this. We know some specific individuals already saw secret screenings. So I’m very VERY intrigued by this.

IF YOU DONT WANT TO BE SPOILED, DO NOT CLICK THE LINK OR KEEP READING BECAUSE THIS WILL GIVE AWAY MAJOR PLOT POINTS. ALSO REYLOS REJOICE.

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‘Doubling Down’ Rant.

I feel like one of the most prominent aspects of this episode was the portrayal of the characters’ psychology, the writing and the dialogue did a great job depicting how people get into toxic relationships in the first place, and why it is difficult for them to get away once they’re in.

Kyle for instance, is portrayed as a caring and moral-ridden individual, that although rational, lets his emotions and sense of justice get involved in his course of action. He desired to intervene because he considered it to be the right thing to do, never once questioning his personal interest for Heidi until the girls pointed it out. While all the other kids aknowledge Cartman’s demeanor towards Heidi, none of them are willing to get themselves involved in it, whereas Kyle has always been the one to confront Cartman’s wrong doings and pursuit him, positioning himself as ‘good’ and Cartman as ‘evil’, dynamic that has ultimately served to feed both Cartman’s enthusiasm to torture him, and Kyle’s sense of selfrighteousness and tendency to see himself as a martyr, trait that he shares with Cartman, but as he stated, 'We all wrongly see ourselves as the victim sometimes, but Cartman sees himself as the victim ALL the time’, the main difference being that Kyle is able to aknowledge his mistakes and learn from them, unlike Cartman.

To get some insight into Kyle’s remark: 'In a way, I feel like we’re all going out with Cartman right now’ reflecting on how all of them are, at some degree, and specially Kyle, always been involved in a toxic relationship with Cartman’s mind games. Kyle has been, for a long time now, Cartman’s main sympathizer, he can’t help but look out for his personal improvement, and often attempted to get him to do the right thing and gain counsciousness on his own warped mentality, desire that Cartman would not hesitate to take advantage of, tricking Kyle into commiting to a cause if he could profit from his support.

In this episode, Kyle appears to have come to the conclussion that Cartman is beyond help, and that neither he nor Heidi can do anything to change that, for the best thing they can do for him is not to feed his sociopathic needs, furthermore demonstrated by their encounter on the hallway, with Kyle continuously trying to reason with him and assure him it was all for his own good, Cartman making deaf ears to his claims, finally leaving Kyle no choice but to knock him out in self defense, who apologizes regretful.

Cartman, on the other side, is miserable with Heidi, but also without her. As I stated on my last post concerning their relationship:

'He can’t bring himself to end the relationship and thus giving Heidi freedom of choice, she’s a property and so Cartman can’t stand the idea of his belongings moving on to other people. Cartman thinks of Heidi as a tool that exists with the only purpose of being at his disposition to offer him constant attention and validation, nothing more, nothing less.

Simultaneously, Cartman can’t stand Heidi, because she doesn’t fit the description of Cartman’s ideal image of her. Naturally, Heidi isn’t the tool Cartman expects her to be, she is an human being with her own individual needs. Whereas Cartman looks for a relationship where he is the center of attention, never giving anything in return, and a partner willing to follow him blindly against all the odds, without him having to worry about losing their support; Heidi looks for a functional, healthy romantic relationship, were all the parties involved contribute their part. Cartman is unwilling to fulfill this role, because doing so would position him as an equal of Heidi’s, which means, to him, degrade him from his high-entity status.’

Nearing the end we realize Cartman has found a way of manipulating Heidi into believing she’s in the relationship she craved for, and thus avoiding any sign of resistance from her. He has learned that if he wants to manipulate Heidi successfully, he needs to put a little effort on the relationship every now and then, offering her reassurance. This way, Cartman can act selfishly while at the same time 'rewarding’ Heidi for her subservience, throwing away any doubt she might had in him. He fools her into believing his wrongdoings are common human flaws that need to exist in order to keep improving himself.

Heidi is portrayed as someone who desires to aid the needy, she cannot bring herself to refuse someone’s cries for help, which is, besides the ironic effects of peer pressure, the main reason she continues to be stuck with Cartman and allows herself to be manipulated by him. He sees in Cartman someone who takes bad decisions, but is fundamentally kindhearted. Someone who is in need for her guidance. Even when ditching Kyle after being indoctrinated by Cartman, her kind nature is a definitive trait of her character. Cartman was persuasive enough to convince her of his beliefs, he made sure until the last moment that his ideas appeared to be reasonably fundamented. He told her what she wanted to hear when she was feeling the most guilty, deflecting the blame for the failure of their relationship unto Kyle instead, but reassuring her image of Kyle by telling her he hadn’t been counscious of his actions. He convinced her of attributing her own supposed flaws ('being moody’) to her ethnic background, and this way implying she has no control over ever improving herself, comforting her but making her feel helpess over her situation at the same time, this serves to Cartman as a mechanism to increase her emotional dependence to him, by making her feel he’s the only one who will ever love her despite her imperfections.

Regarding Cartman’s idea of Kyle, I feel like Cartman projects all of his own corruption unto Kyle. He subcounsciously thinks of Kyle as his equal, although he cannot recognize the corruption from within. Kyle’s intentions are never pure in Cartman’s mind, he must always be plotting something against him the same way he himself does to him. To him, Kyle’s purpose in life is to get in Cartman’s way. As the series progressed, we’ve seen Cartman gradually watering down his hostility towards Kyle in latter seasons the more time they spent together, and instead replacing it with an odd sense of familiarity and trust, until this point, Cartman’s friendly demeanor towards Kyle that even manifested itself at one point earlier in the episode, takes a sudden turn the moment Cartman finds out he might have been responsible for his breakup with Heidi. Following this event, we see Cartman’s hatred towards Kyle reach its peak when he goes batshit after his trippy jewish dream sequence, spewing all his resentments against Kyle in spite of the latter’s attempts to excuse himself, Cartman feeling betrayed after letting himself 'fall into Kyle’s claws’ by allowing him the benefit of the doubt previously.

Having stated all this, I think Cartman has taken care of the problems he had with Heidi, and now that the challenge is over, the last scene leads me to believe he has shifted his interest from the pleasure he obtains from having domain over her, to the impact his behaviour towards her has on Kyle instead. He’s using his influence on the people around Kyle to make them into proxys as a mean to inflict pain onto him. Heidi is no longer the tool, his entire relationship with her is now a tool on itself.


It was also interesting to see the conection between B plot and A plot relying on the parallel of the toxic relationship between Cartman, Kyle and Heidi, and that of politicians with their supporters, instead of having each storyline intersecting with the other, though I don’t have a strong stand on the matter, since I’m for the most part ignorant concerning the USA political status.

The weakest point of the episode in my opinion was the introduction of elements that seemingly served no purpose in the narrative, and ultimately aimed for a specific purpose in order to lead the plot in a certain direction. For example, Cartman’s dialogue when making fun of Heidi for gaining weight after tricking her into introducing meat into her vegan diet, indicated he had a goal in mind by doing this, though we never get any insight on what this particular goal may be other than to reassure his dominance over her. Besides this being a dangerous move for Cartman to make just after getting Heidi’s trust back, it seemed like it didn’t serve any purpose other than to incite Kyle into intervening in the relationship. Another example would be Cartman visiting Token’s house, there wasn’t really a point for Cartman to do this besides giving him the chance to make racial remarks some more. Finding out about Kyle being responsible for his breakup with Heidi through Token’s dad seemed too coincidental, though I don’t really mind, even less after being presented with Cartman’s fantastic Kyle delirium sequence.

I really enjoyed the execution of the humor, there were some great jokes, the animation team did an amazing job and overall I think this was a fantastic episode with a rather dark thematic.

Orc Boyfriend (Rube) 1

Part one of three from a commission for @obsesssions. You guys adored Clain well get ready to fall for Rube.

You’ve been alone for a long time now. Your husband left for the war not long after you were married. He would appear every now and then and then disappear again. It was like getting a visit from a distant relative as the years went by. Eventually, the visits stopped and you were delivered the tale tell letter wrapped in black silk. You were saddened of course. Who wouldn’t be? Your husband was dead. But at the same time, guilt crept into your heart. You had stopped missing him a long time ago. With his death, you didn’t miss him at all and you felt horrible for feeling this way.

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