you are exactly where you are supposed to be

Crush ♡

Originally posted by minblush

buttercupsimmer said: Could you make a Jimin x Reader imagine where Jimin is secretly in love with Y/N and Y/N is secretly in love with Jimin and one day she gets called fat and he protects her and then they confess their feelings or someting yeah i know this is a mess but dont judge me😂

Author’s Note: I know this is suppose to be an imagine, I am not really sure what exactly to write or how long it was suppose to be. I hope you enjoy! This is my first time doing this ⊂((・▽・))⊃ 

Pairing: Jimin | Reader

Very fluffy  ♡

Word Count: 2260 

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just eastern european things:
  • having a drawer full of plastic bags and storing plastic bags in another plastic bag
  • uncomfortable family reunions for every single holiday where everyone brings ridiculous amounts of food and several 2 litre bottles of soda
  • having to finish your food every time because you or your parents paid for it and if you paid for it you have to eat it
  • CABBAGE
  • homemade wine from plastic bottles that your family or your uncle’s neighbours’ wife’s cousin made in the countryside
  • cheap alcohol and cigarettes
  • foreign men always coming to your country and declaring ah yes i heard that eastern european women are beautiful
  • that one relative your mom hates and who she always makes polite but slightly salty conversation with at reunions but then after a few glasses of homemade wine you know they’ll get into an argument
  • your parents’ and grandparents’ revolution/war/army stories that you’ve heard a thousand times before
  • those red plastic candle holders that melt with the candle but everyone is still buying to burn underneath a picture of jesus??
  • crochet placemats everywhere
  • ‘persian’ carpets that have been in the family forever. everyone always trips on them but there are always the persian carpets
  • your grandmother has at least one plastic statue of virgin mary in her house somewhere and at least one wood painting of jesus
  • tiny pocket-size, laminated pictures of saints that your grandmother always buys at church and give to everyone every time they visit
  • potatoes
  • the eternal fascination of every adult with the news on tv. one news hour ends? switch to another channel for the exact same news
  • the group of old women gathered outside on a bench, there is always a bench and there is always old ladies and they always tell you that you’ve grown so much since they last saw you even though it was just last week
  • the cars are parked on the sidewalks, the cars are parked on the street, to the point where you’re not exactly sure where you’re supposed to be walking
  • there is always a queue and it’s always eternal
  • growing tomatoes
  • a bowl of plastic fruit??
  • your grandparents giving you money for your birthday ‘to buy yourself some cakes/sweets’ and you having to pretend you don’t want it ‘no come on you don’t have to’ before inevitably accepting it ‘you really didn’t have to thank you’ 
  • spending that money on cheap alcohol
  • as soon as it hits 24 degrees everyone is out grilling food, in the back yard, in the park, in the cemetery, on top of a soviet-time apartment building…
  • SAUSSAGES
  • these plastic things on every table always in godawful floral or fruit patterns

and finally

  • weird shit like this

I hope you keep pushing. I know it’s hard and that there are a million things going on around you but stay focused. Stay passionate about where you’re headed, even if you don’t know exactly where that is yet. At least you’re moving. Sometimes, you find where you’re supposed to be by simply choosing a direction and taking a step. Be good to the people along the way. Keep true to what you love and the kind of life you want to live. Keep pushing, you could be almost there and not even know it.

Yuri!!! On Stage Event Report!

So today (4/29/2017) I went to the Yuri on Ice Yuri on Stage event. To clarify though, I was not at the actual Tokyo event, rather a live viewing at a local movie theater. Which of course does alter the experience but it’s the next best thing. At first I thought the theater was only doing the afternoon session, but very last minute I ended up being able to attend both!

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Character Headcanon: Poor Master Dennet

You know, I always feel a little sorry for Master Dennet. The Inquisitor is like, hey, I need a horse expert! Here is a horse expert! And he comes along to be your horse expert.

And for a while all is well. He brings his own fine horses, and the Inquisitor adds to the stable as she finds new breeding stock–often excellent. Where she got the charger from, he doesn’t know, and he feels too honored by having it in his care to ask.

And then the Inquisitor starts coming back with like… deer. And Dennet scratches his head, because he knows horses, and just because it has four hooves and you can put a saddle on it doesn’t make it a horse. Hell, the food and space and exercise requirements for a cob and a draft horse aren’t the same–a goddamn deer is presumably completely different. But he goes around Skyhold rounding up Dalish elves until he finds one who knew something about halla, on the principle that that’s probably the closest thing, and they work it out. (He’s always respected the way Dalish treat their halla, so it’s not that big of a leap. And even though Dalish–the Charger–doesn’t know anything much about how to raise halla, he looks the other way when she wants to spend half a day in the deer’s box stall being all affectionate at it. Can’t hurt.)

But deer of various kinds are at least still… well… grass-eating hoofed animals. Things don’t begin to really go sideways until they bring back the first dracolisk.

It’s a lizard. It’s a giant meat-eating lizard. Dennet is a master of horse, and he will stretch that to deer in a pinch, but asking him to figure out the care and feeding of big spiky lizard things is a bit much. It is–he tries to explain, first to Cullen and then to Josephine and finally to the Inquisitor herself–as if someone had decided that because you knew how to knead bread, you were obviously a master pugilist, because both things involved punching things. For his trouble he got a friendly clap on the shoulder and a “Just do your best! We can free up some funds to hire you more help!” (help from where? was he to hang up fliers somewhere for dracolisk handlers? where exactly was one supposed to go for that?).

(We will not even discuss the zombie horse with a sword through its head. We will not. The zombie horse got a stall to itself and was studiously ignored, on the principle that it was dead, and not much Dennet did could either help or hurt it.)

Dennet knew that he was in over his head and then some when the Inquisitor showed up with a charming grin and a giant fucking nug, and all he thought was, “Better see if any dwarves know what to feed it.” (Dagna does, but he’s a little afraid because she keeps having these ideas for ‘experimental feed,’ and….)

At least his life is never boring.

I don’t know how you can be with someone who makes you feel like you are crawling… groveling… scratching around in the dirt for scraps of love and affection. How can you allow somebody to make you feel like that? Like you are constantly groping in the dark for something and almost grasping it, but never quite… It’s cruel; to treat a human being like that… to keep them on tenterhooks, constantly questioning what they’ve done wrong and desperately trying to win back the affection they’ve lost.
You deserve to be loved; unquestioningly and unconditionally. You shouldn’t have to fight for love, it’s not a prize to be won. It’s not something you’re supposed to ‘earn’ – it should be given to you freely. You are a beautiful human being, and that alone is what entitles you to be loved. Don’t let somebody undermine your self-confidence to a point where you no longer believe you’re worthy of love unless you change or beg for it… If they were capable of loving you more than they loved themselves, they wouldn’t keep hurting you like this and they wouldn’t expect you to change…
You are the one who loves without question… without fault… and you deserve someone who loves you exactly the same.
In The Morning

Hello, hellooooo! It took me a while but I DID IT! I really do hope you all enjoy this one. Please let me know what you think! All the love, B xx

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Originally posted by inkedcross

The smell of booze is in the air and the music is pounding loudly, much to your discontent. The blinding light of your phone’s screen tells you it’s half past four in the morning and you are done. Done with your drunk friends, done with the loud music, done with your feet hurting in your heels, done with your restrictive outfit, you are just… done.

Harry, standing at the other side of the room, clad in his white dress shirt and dress pants, is looking dishevelled, with his hair a mess and his cheeks blushed, the result of the mixture of the alcohol he’s consumed and the heat of the stuffy club. You can see he’s tired, his eyes in slits as his fingers get a little looser around the glass in his hand. His friends, however, are not and he can’t say no to them for the life of him, especially when he was the sole reason as to why all of you were out for the night.

Having sold out his first solo tour in a matter of minutes, his friends had decided to take him out for a night on the town to celebrate the accomplishment and you, being one of his closest friends, couldn’t miss it. He’d told you he’d need someone to take him home and who were you to deny him? You were used to it by now.

It was always the same routine: the two of you would go out and by the end of the night, his fingers would be gripping to yours as you guided his drunk self out through the back doors of whatever club you had gone to, towards the town car he hired for the night, his head resting on your lap as soon as the door closed behind you. That was the routine and everyone knew it and it was why, wherever Harry was, you were there too.

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Seriously will no one write the Home Alone 5: Forgot About Dre AU where the vacationing Capitals miscommunicate and accidentally forget Andre Burakovsky back in DC during the bye week, and he has a madcap adventure filled with many hijinks where he jumps into random Uber cars and fights off bumbling home invader Gary Bettman with a series of ingenious homemade booby traps?

There are roses on Derek’s doorstep.

No note. No scent trail. After determining that there is nothing inherently magical or deadly about them, he spends the entire rest of the day researching symbolism and archaic demon customs, trying to figure out what kind of death threat he’s just been handed.

It doesn’t occur to him until nightfall, when the neighbors start discussing their romantic dinner plans at a decibel he has trouble tuning out, that he realizes the flowers might not have been delivered with malicious intent.

Because, apparently, today is Valentine’s Day. And apparently someone decided that Derek should receive flowers to celebrate the occasion.

Derek Hale has a secret admirer.

He honestly would have preferred the death threat.

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anonymous asked:

Hi I've been scrolling for 28 years and I still can't find what everyone is talking about. Bangladesh? What happened I was off Tumblr today. Help Obi-Wan your my only hope

your bangladesh thing in there is cracking me up, i’m sorry.  i’m guessing that was autocorreect lolll anyway, i wasn’t really on today either, but i did see louis made some comments on a kappa IG post earlier (i think it was kappa?) and that’s all i knew of other than some social media posts by niall and liam, but then….

and everyone was like what the fuck.  and then…

so then we were like, a: DO YOU SEE THE SCREENNAME HE REPLIED TO??? and b: okay what kind of industry shit, why is this being taken to twitter, what’s gonna go down, lemme get my popcorn popped so i’m ready to watch, yeah?  and then…

OKAY I’VE GOT MY BOXING GLOVES WHO WE GOING AFTER? and then he liked this tweet…

which, yeah, i’m still riled!  tell me where i’ve gotta go!  but then he did a 180 and…

really?  liam gallagher?  what the fuck?  AND THEN

HE PUT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SNIPPET OF A SONG THAT IS EXACTLY MY STYLE OF MUSIC AND HIS GORGEOUS VOICE WHILE IN THE CAR ON HIS IG STORIES AND NOW I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO BE FEELING OR WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING SO I’M JUST KINDA LIKE

Originally posted by gildedpheonix

and SINCE I’VE BEEN TYPING IT WE’VE ALSO GOT THIS NOW FUCKING TROLL

the lyrics are “I WENT TO AMSTERDAM WITHOUT YOU AND ALL I COULD DO IS THINK ABOUT YOU” BTW AND WHO DID HE GO TO AMSTERDAM WITH LAST MONTH?  HOW WEIRD.

anyway.  that’s what you’ve missed on glee.  so far.  fucker.

Bruise [ III ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.1k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Bruise Masterlist

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

The white cream swirled about in the dark coffee in front of you, your fingers clasped around the warm, pastel orange mug as the steam floated up in hazy waves. There were signs of life all around you, couples sharing intimate lunches and students laughing away their course work. The street outside the window in front of you was busy, bustling with people and lined with fall kissed trees, branches adorned in warm tones, rustling when a breeze blew. Despite the heat of life all around you, you felt cold, like your bones were made of ice, like your heart was encased in snow. The book across the table was pushed aside as Minseok sat back down, coffee in hand and round golden glasses perched on his nose as he exhaled heavily, ready to listen.

“Do you want to start or should I?”

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🔮Tarotscopes🔮 June 2017

Aries

Aries have been participating in some self-deprecating thoughts lately, but being at war with yourself will only make your journey more difficult. Instead of allowing yourself to adopt this ‘woe is me’ attitude, choose to see the small gifts in your life as a wonderful stroke of good luck. Sometimes things don’t happen for a reason, but that does not mean it’s necessary to bully yourself in the process.

 Taurus

You need to trust in the process and trust in yourself. Your own self-doubt is what is currently holding you back. Let go of the feeling of being ‘stuck’ or not knowing where you are going to go from here and trust that you are exactly where you are supposed to be at this very moment. You are where you are for a reason.

Gemini

You are currently experiencing a change of perspective when it comes to where you want to direct your life and how you are going to live it from this day forward. This birthday in particular marks the time that you have chosen to do something different with your life, because what you have going at the moment is no longer cutting it for you. In order to change that, have the courage to follow your dreams and passions at this time, as they will direct you towards a more fulfilling future.

Cancer

Cancerians can expect a win this month! The Universe is currently conspiring and working in your favour. Stay humble, keep your head down, and continue to do what it is that you are meant to do at the moment. As long as you stick to your responsibilities, the Universe will come in and clear out any outside obstacles. The giving nature of Cancerian has been noticed and you will soon be rewarded.

Leo

Last month, you’ve probably experienced some conflict with those around you. This month you will be getting a handle on those emotions that have resulted from that aggravation and will realise that you are better off holding those people at arms length. Their energy no longer serves you and in order to save yourself it is best to keep them at a safe distance.

Virgo

Virgos have been contemplating new work and monetary possibilities. If you’ve been asking yourself if you should start that new venture, it is time to start it! If you’ve been applying for a new job, you will get it!

Libra 

Phew! Talk about an emotional time for Libra! Currently, you are your own worst enemy and you’re killing yourself with all of your negative talk and thoughts concerning yourself. Nothing productive is going to get done this month if you decide to continue down this road. Trust in your intuition and allow that to lead you out of this emotionally dark time. You are choosing to see the glass as half empty instead of half full.

Scorpio

You are having a hard time trying to decide where you are going at the moment. You don’t know which way is up and which way is down or if you should go left or if you should right. The problem with being in this headspace is that we don’t allow ourselves to see any opportunities that may be presented to us. Adapt a more positive approach and watch the Universe sprinkle some magic into your life.

Sagittarius

You’re going to be challenged this month, whether it is a co-worker trying to make you look bad in front of your boss, or someone that is feeling particularly brave and demonstrates this by being slick with their mouth leaving you feeling like, “Oh! They tried it!” Maintain your integrity by standing firm in your truth. You are better than that negativity.

Capricorn 

Burdening yourself with too many commitments and responsibilities is not the right way to chase after your goals. In fact, it is the least effective way to get where it is you want to be. Take the time this month to reprioritise and decide what is really necessary to get you to the end.

Aquarius

Aquarians can expect a harmonious time this month. You’ve got all of the right energies working in your favour at the moment, so if there is anything you desperately want to do or accomplish, now is the time to get on it! You’ve got all of the tools you need to kick some ass, so trust your gut instinct and have the courage to succeed.


Pisces

You are now turning the page on the last chapter of your life and moving forward. You’ve had times that were good and this makes you question if you are actually ready for new experiences; however, the cycle has completed and it is now time to move on. How are you going to write this next chapter of your life?

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➤ Character: Min Yoongi x reader

➤ Genre/words: Arranged Marriage! AU, Smut, Angst / 16,742 words

➤ Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

➤ Warning: Mentions of death, major character death, smut/mature scene


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Why Teens Shouldn’t Run Revolutions

Hi guys. I’m going to piss off a lot of YA writers (and possibly readers) today, so hang onto your hats.

Mainly, if you’re in love with the idea of a high schooler with no strategic or combat experience heading up a revolution or war because they’re “so dedicated and determined,” don’t read this. Please, don’t. You’re not going to see anything you like. Go ahead and keep enjoying your guilty pleasure – that’s fine. I’m not going to own up to some of the guilty pleasures I love in fiction but don’t buy for a second in real life. That’s chill. Go for it, man.

But there are just things that I – and readers like me – are tired of seeing. If you’re sick of that trope, then keep reading. If you’re open to the idea of ditching that trope in your writing, then I really recommend reading.

This assessment/collection of tips on why teens shouldn’t run revolutions - and if you’re going to make them, how they CAN do it well - will include comparisons to history, other fiction (Unplugged), and Black Butler. Plus swearing and a range of incorrect capitalizations, because it’s fun.

On we go:

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On My Own (Harry Hook) Part Two

Originally posted by adisneylover92things


“You swore you’d never hurt me”

“You swore you’d never leave me On My Own

Part One, Part Two, Part Three


“Tell me this is some kind of sick joke,” You remarked, staring at the two boys in front of you. Jay and Carlos exchanged an uneasy look.

“You’re telling me you took Ben, King Ben of Auradon, to the Isle where most people want nothing more than to see him strung up by his thumbs!?” You exclaimed, suddenly ashamed to be an acquaintance of the two boys. “And you thought that he wouldn’t be kidnapped!?”

“I never said we thought it was a good idea,” Carlos mumbled, looking down at the sharp look given by you.

“And now you want me to come with you on some sort of rescue mission to get him back from Uma of all people?” You quizzed, hoping it all was just some sick joke.

“On the bright side, you can go see your dad!” Jay tried to throw in before making a grimace. “Never mind, that’s not a good thing…”

Carlos worried his lip before his face lit up. “You could rub in their faces how good you’re doing.”

“I’m in.”


Your hands were shaking by the time you reached Pirate’s Bay and laid your eyes on Uma’s ship. The crew still looked as raggedy as you remembered in their war paint. They looked like a kindergartener’s finger-painting project gone wrong.

“Hey guys! They’re here!” A pirate you could easily place as being Gil, the loveable son of Gaston, called out to the crew below him.

You could practically feel your blood pressure rising when Harry’s voice filled your head.

“Welcome!” He called, pushing a terrified Ben to the Plank. Oh how you wanted to knock that grin off his pretty little face. Without thinking your hand came to grasp at the handle of the sword tucked into your belt. Jay gave you a concerned look, as if asking if you were gonna be alright fighting against the pirate if worse came to worse.

You just gave a nod before turning to train your eyes on the blue-haired sea witch, tensing slightly from your spot beside Carlos when she mentioned the killer sharks. Dumb witch, you thought to yourself. Sharks only attacked when provoked or threatened. Auradon taught you that.

Carlos nudged you slightly, motioning with his eyes to the hook-wielding pirate that was slowly but surely making his ways towards Uma and Mal. You may not particularly like the daughter of Maleficent, but you knew how unpredictable Harry could be, so you hopped onto the wooden railing of the docks, crouching down beside Mal with a hand on your sword.

You could tell he was pretending to not notice you, anyone could see that. But you could also see that your presence was unnerving the young brunet from the way he quickly started to fly off the handle. You could only grit your teeth at Uma as she gripped his hook and pulled him away from the two of you. Though, of course the flirt couldn’t without winking and blowing a mocking kiss in your direction.

It seems time didn’t change him at all.

As he made his way back to Ben, you followed his moves, not stopping until you were directly across from the pirate. You didn’t trust him to not shove Ben off the plank for no reason. Frankly, you didn’t trust him to not hook the poor King. The thought alone put you on edge. And from the devilish grin worn by the pirate as he caught your eye, you knew that he knew exactly what was going through your mind.

You could see the grin drop when Mal moved to give Uma the wand, before being stopped by the king. You could practically smell the smoke coming from the use his rarely-operated brain. Either he was dumbfounded that his captain’s plan actually worked… or he knew something was off, he knew there was no way Mal would give up the wand that easily.

You really hoped it was the first option.

You were relieved when he dropped the look, replaced by a grin at Ben trying to bargain with Uma. Maybe he was dumber than he looked. You knew it was a lie, but the thought made you feel better about your breakup all those months ago. Because, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you’re a petty ex.

Panic began to set in once Uma demanded Mal prove the wand worked. You guys were screwed. But, like usual, Mal prevailed, using Dude-the-now-talking-dog to fake a spell.

“Give me the wand!” Uma demanded seconds later, holding her hand out. Was she always this demanding?

“Give me Ben!” Mal shot back. Uma gave her a grin before calling Harry over. Once again, you followed his movements to be by Mal’s side. You may not have been the strongest, but you knew Harry’s weak spots if Uma were to try and trick you.

You gave a slight laugh as you heard Gil inform Ben about how Gaston wishes he had finished off Ben’s dad when he had a chance. You knew it was true as it was the only thing Gaston ever spoke about. Well, that and Belle. And how incredibly thick his neck is…..You made sure to not come across him often.

Harry pushed Ben to the ground in front of Mal before drawing his sword, you made sure to do the same. You raised your gaze to meet his when he spoke.

“Aw, what’s the matter? Don’t ya trust me, lass?” He asked softly, a mocking pout forming on his face. But, it didn’t match the wickedness in his eyes.

“Cut him loose, Harry,” Uma instructed, eyes trained on Mal and the wand. Harry gave a huff, “I never get to have any fun.”

“Yeah, Harry, listen to your Master,” You remarked, smirking at the evil glare you received in return. Like you said before, you’re a petty ex.

Mal pulled Ben away from the two pirates as Uma rushed to the deck of her ship. Harry lingered, eyes not leaving yours before slowly following his Captain. You had to help Mal pull Ben away from the ship. He wasn’t the brightest King if he didn’t see through the plan. You suddenly worried if your life was in the right hands if he couldn’t tell it was a fake wand.

Uma quickly snapped the plastic wand in two upon realizing it was a fake. And then all hell broke loose. Smoke bombs and pirates alike were flying through the air as you suddenly regretted not practicing sword fighting since you left the Isle.

“Please don’t let me get my hand cut off. I don’t wanna look like Harry’s dad,” you whined before joining in on the fight.


Your eyes widened as you spotted Harry jumping into the water after his father’s hook. Though, you didn’t miss the opportunity to snatch his hat up from the dock. You placed it on your head with a smirk, “Mine now!”

Turning around and quickly ducking, you narrowly avoided getting your head cut off by an overly salty pirate. Pausing to giggle quickly at your own joke, you swiped the sword out of his hand, followed by a swift kick to the crotch that knocked him onto his knees. “Honestly, does she not train you guys at all? It’s almost sad,” You tsked, pushing him off the dock and into the water.

You cussed under your breath when you noticed Ben going against Harry, but then paused. Harry Hook, the son of a pirate, whom would try to behead anyone that dared look at his sisters wrong, was undoubtedly… getting his ass handed to him by a King that had never been in an actual sword fight in his life, literally with one hand behind his back. And it. Was. Hilarious.

“Y/N, come on!” Carlos called out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the tunnel after Evie threw a smoke bomb right in front of the pirates.

Pausing by the disoriented son of Hook, you placed his hat on top of his head before running to join the others. You spared the drenched pirate one last glance before disappearing into the tunnel.

Leaving him alone. Again.


“I know he’s on your mind, Y/N,” the voice of the daughter of Mulan filled your ears as you stared over the side of the boat to the Isle.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lonnie,” You replied quietly, even though you both knew it was a lie. You knew exactly who she was talking about.

“I’m sure Harry did miss you. He just couldn’t show it with that Uma girl there,” She soothed, rubbing your back gently. You shook your head, turning to lean your back against the rails. she had just been informed on the situation on the ride from Auradon to the Isle, when you had to explain it was the Captain of your ex boyfriend that had taken the king hostage.

“That’s the problem. Even when we were together he was always Uma this, Uma that, Uma- Uma!?”

You failed to hide your surprise (and rage) at seeing the sea witch as she made her way down the stairs to where King Ben stood. You and Lonnie shared a look before rushing over to Mal’s side. You were no expert on relationships- but even you knew that you definitely did not bring your girlfriend’s worst enemy on a date to a dance you’re supposed to be with your girlfriend at.

And the worst thing was, as she stood before you, dressed in a beautiful gown that matched the blue of her hair you could see exactly why Harry would want her instead of you.


“Harry, the cotillion’s on!” The blonde boy yelled to his friend, whom was busy brooding by the window of Ursula’s fish and Chips. Gil sighed, walking over to the brunet. “Staring at Auradon won’t make you any closer to her, you know. But you can see her on TV.”

The pirate stared at him silently before walking to the table in front of the television. He could feel tears well up in his eyes at the sight of you. He missed you a lot, and it took all of his willpower to not show it when you came to the ship. But, he was scared you would try to stay if you knew how pitiful he was without you. He loved you, and there was no doubt about that. But he couldn’t give you everything you deserved if you came back to the Isle. He wanted you to be happy, even if it meant being away from him.

He took a shaky breath, wiping his eyes.

“You look beautiful, lass.”


A few days after the Cotillion Disaster, you were called into the King’s office. From what the letter you received said (though you didn’t see why he just didn’t tell you in one of your many classes together) it was urgent business, not to be discussed with anyone else. You never thought a two minute conversation could have such an impact on your way of breathing.

“After seeing how harsh the conditions are on the Isle, I have decided to bring a few more kids to Auradon,” Ben stated, standing up from his seat behind his desk.

You raised an eyebrow, watching him carefully, “And what does that have to do with me?” You asked.

Ben cleared his throat, awkwardly coming to stand in front of you. This can’t be good.

“Y/N, there’s no easy way to say this after you risked your life to rescue me from the Isle so I’m just going to say it,” He began, arm sliding around your shoulders to give you a friendly, and suspicious, squeeze.

“Harry Hook is coming to Auradon.”





A/N: So, what do you guys think? Is it good enough to have a part three?

Roommates AU

In which Draco sits on the couch and Harry walks past him and Draco’s head snaps up, because he *knows* that scent. And Draco gets so P I S S E D because, “Potter! Do you have any idea how expensive that shampoo is! It’s custom-made! And here you are, wasting it on that untamable mop of yours!” Also, there’s this other minor detail. Of course, Draco couldn’t care less about it, but… now Potter doesn’t smell like Potter anymore and… wait, did he just say that out loud? Well shit!

After that, Draco gets flustered on a daily basis.

“Potter, why are you standing so close to me? We’re doing the dishes, there’s no need for your arm to touch mine.”

“Potter, if you want to read the paper, wait your turn, don’t read it over my shoulder.”

“Potter, stay on your side of the couch!”

Of course, Harry doesn’t. And eventually, Draco stops complaining. Well, he doesn’t exactly stop complaining…

“Potter, my skin is all chafed because of your stubble.”

“Potter, do it harder for Merlin’s sake!”

“Potter, what is it with you and cuddling?”

“Potter, where are you going? Take me with you?”

And they lived happily ever after.

100 Banging Kinks: Fuck Machine

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

Pairing: Bucky / Reader

Word Count: 651

Warning: Smut (bad horribly written smut but smut the nevertheless), language, and just toys?

This is my first time writing smut so bare with me. But with the celebration of Bucky Barnes 100th birthday, I am participating in @bucky-plums-barnes 100 banging kinks! I hope you enjoy.


You moaned lowly as Bucky took his fingers from your wet folds and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean. “Fuck baby, you taste so good,” he cursed and you whined, arching your back in pleasure.

Bucky was sitting against the headboard, you between his legs with your back flush against his chest. He gripped your thighs and spread your legs wider, draping them over his before bending his knees so you were really on full display.

“Bucky~” You whimpered and felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled close to your ear.

“Eager are we kitten?” He asked and you tilted your head back against his chest as a blush formed on your cheeks. But your eyes never left the contraption in front of you.

A few days ago, you and Bucky made the horrible decision to get drunk and one thing led to another and that night, one of your kinks were revealed. Since then, Bucky had made it his mission to fulfill that kink.

“I want you to watch yourself,” he murmured in your ear and your eyes drifted up to where he had moved your mirror so it showed you and him everything that was about to happen. His icy blue eyes bored into yours through the mirror and it was in that moment you saw the remote in his hands.

His thumb clicked the button on the remote and your back arched again as you gasped. The fuck machine came to life under Bucky’s control and did exactly what it was supposed to.

Bucky’s arm wrapped around your stomach to keep you still as his other hand came to your breast, groping and massaging the mound as the dildo thrusted in and out of you in the first speed.

“Bucky!” You groaned and instinctively rolled your hips to meet each thrust, your eyes closing as it continued to slid deep within you. Bucky then clicked the remote again and the machine sped up its movements causing you to cry out snapping your eyes open to look at Bucky through the mirror.

“I said to watch yourself,” he growled lowly and you felt his erection against your back.

The view he had of you was intoxicating. His eyes couldn’t keep away from the dildo that pushed between you wet folds over and over again causing you to cry out and squirm in his grasp. A thin layer of sweat was stuck on your body and your legs kept tightening against his in attempts to close while your hips simultaneously moved meeting the fuck machine so it would slid in deeper.

“Bucky,” you groaned and his eyes looked towards the mirror where you were already looking at him. “Bucky, I’m close-” you whimpered and moaned your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling it as you closed your eyes again, the familiar heat forming within you.

Bucky smirked and slid his hand down to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in figure eights as his other hand clicked the remote one more time making the machine go the fastest it could go. You cried out in ecstasy and your hand gripped his wrist to ground yourself as you felt your legs begin to shake.

You then felt his other hand wrap its way around your throat, squeezing just right as his breath fanned over your neck. “Cum,” he demanded and it was all you needed as the tension that built in your body snapped and your body shook as you felt what was maybe your strongest orgasm wash over you.

When you finally came down from your blissful state you realized the machine had came to a slow stop and Bucky was stroking your hair as he kissed your shoulder gently. “We are definitely doing that again.” He murmured and you nodded your head lazily, your legs still slightly shaking in post-orgasmic shock.

“Fuck yes.”