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Tonight, The Focus is on You

Summary: It’s late at night and in the midst of getting yourself a cup of tea you hear Bucky making some mysterious noises in his room.

Warnings: smutty smut, masturbation, fluffish, Sergeant kink, metal hand kink

A/N: I’m sitting at my kitchen table writing this and I can wholeheartedly say that writing has taken over my life and I love it. I’ve had to awkwardly click off this page so many goddamn times because my family keeps walking behind me and guys it’s so uncomfortable.


You picked up your cup of tea and strutted down the hallway. You were wide awake, another nightmare had plagued your dreams and woken you up panting. You hoped the cup of tea in your hand would soothe you, stopping your body from shaking, and help you fall back to sleep.

You slowed down as you passed by each door, not wanting to wake up anyone up. You stopped outside of Bucky’s, tempted to go inside. You wondered if he was awake, if he’d hold you and listen to the details of your nightmare. You nearly dropped your cup when you heard the faintest moan through the door.

Shit!” The word slipped passed Bucky’s lips, it was barely audible through the thick wood keeping you out. You pressed your ear too the door, desperate to hear more. “It feels so good, fuck…” Another moan left him as you heard him drop down onto his mattress.

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Practice Makes Perfect - Kai Parker Smut

“I have a proposal.” I slammed my books down on the table, sliding into a chair in front of Kai. My knees touched his and I smiled, taking off my scarf and grabbing my bag to find my mirror and reapply my lipstick.


“What do you want now, Barbie™?” Kai sighed. He held his coffee cup in his hands, his hair messy, dark circles under his eyes. I loved it. He must’ve been up all night writing the essay he hadn’t finished.


“I was thinking that I could give you oral.” I said. Kai’s eyes widened and he almost spit out his coffee, coughing loudly and causing attention to turn to us. I sighed, rolling my eyes.


“Anyway, I owe you for saving my life and I need to know how to do it since I’m planning on giving Tyler a blow job tonight, which I can’t screw up. That would be embarrassing.” I said, taking out my study materials, twirling the gel pen in my hand.


Kai was shocked obviously, breathing in shakily. “And this is your way of paying me back?” he questioned. I swear, if he rejected me, I’d move to Sri Lanka and raise elephants.


“Before you say anything, I have a list of rules.” I gave him a piece of paper. “If you agree with the terms and conditions, come to my dorm in twenty minutes.” I said, grabbing my stuff, hurrying away.


I meandered the hallways and finally found my dorm, sinking on my bed, I sat up and contemplated going topless just in case Kai wasn’t already aroused at the thought of me sucking him off. I decided that it was inappropriate.


What kind of friend would he be if he rejected my offer? I’m great. I didn’t really talk to any other boys besides Kai, Tyler, and my therapist.


I’d just let him guide me, no exposed skin or anything, anyway. I didn’t want him using this against me someday, which was one of the rules.


Kai opened the door. “Please don’t make this awkward. Sit down.” I ordered him. He chewed on his lip as he sat beside me. “Okay, tell me if I do anything wrong.” I said.


“Sure.” He agreed cooly, taken aback as I kissed him, putting my hand on his thigh.


He brought his hand up to my neck and I grabbed it, pulling away for a second to say “don’t touch me.”


I unbuckled his belt, I finally pulled away from his pink mouth and got on my knees in between his legs. “Can I talk?” He swallowed.


“Not unless you’re telling me something crucial.” I said, helping him drag his pants to his ankles. I almost laughed out loud at his themed superman boxers.


I took his penis out of it’s constraints. “Oh god,” he breathed out as I wrapped my hand around him. “Can I touch you now?” He asked shakily.


“No.” I said softly, exploring my hands over his cock.


“But I - I can guide you.” He bit his lip. His chest was moving up and down slowly. “Fuck.” He groaned as I swiped my thumb over the head.


“Watch your language.” I said. He half opened his eyes, his hands clenched in my newly washed sheets. “Is now a good time for me to use my mouth?” I asked, fluttering my eyes up at him.


“Yes, please.” He nodded, watching my every move nervously.


“Okay, tell me if I do something wrong.” I said softly, leaning up over him. I rubbed my lips together, smoothing my lipstick out.

I finally wrapped my mouth over the tip of his dick and his hips jerked up involuntarily. “Kai!” I pulled away. He was panting.


“You’re taking too damn long!” He said, flustered. He frowned, his jaw all clenched up.


“Okay, can you be patient? It’s my first time and I can easily replace you.” I glared, proceeding with my actions. I stuck my tongue out as I slowly took him into my mouth, the foreign taste of his fluids on my tongue.


“God dammit - shit - fuck.” He groaned, holding his jazz hands in the air as I took him in as far as I could, stopping momentarily.


My eyes began to water as I swallowed, taking him in further until my eyes blurred. I stopped until my nose was touching him. He clenched his stomach and I reached up to pull his shirt up and watch his abs.


I pulled away slowly, a tear rolling down my cheek. I took him into my mouth again, running my hand up to feel his heart beat under his shirt.


I made sure I drew in as I let go, taking a deep breath. “Am I doing good so far?” I asked, my voice a bit deeper, feeling excited myself.


“You’re doing amazing, baby.” He bit his lip. He put his hand in my hair. I would’ve been upset since I took so long doing it this morning. But I let him touch me, tingles flowing down my back.


“Great.” I smiled, kissing the tip of his penis. “You can – how do you say it – fuck my mouth.” I said, blushing.


“Oh my god.” He breathed out. I opened my mouth and took him in again. He bobbed my head up and down slowly, guiding my mouth with his hands in my hair. “Oh, baby.” He said shakily.


“Mhmmmmmm.” I hummed, running my hands up around his back. He thrusted his hips up against me, my eyes getting glossy as he pushed me down onto him.


“Fuck!” Kai yelled in frustration, pushing me down faster, lifting his hips up. “Please don’t stop.” He cried through clenched teeth.


I made sure I siphoned him further into my mouth. “Mmm!” I moaned, feeling his muscles tense as he stopped moving and breathing.


He took his hands away so I could freely pull away. But I didn’t and he warned me “I’m coming!” I looked up at him as he squeezed his eyes closed and threw his head back.


“Ohhh…” He growled, letting go in my mouth as his breathing slowed down. I pulled away, my jaw aching as I stuck my tongue out, licking away the string of semen from my mouth to his dick after swallowing the rest.


I totally didn’t have to do that, I knew, but I loved over achievement. And the fantastic, satistying feeling I got when I saw Kai’s face.


I wiped my chin of saliva and he pulled me up by my arms, kissing me passionately. I kissed him back, letting him put his hand on my neck.


“I hope you’re happy that you’ve ruined my whole life.” He pulled away.


“The feeling is mutual.” I said. “But you can make up for it.” My eyes glimmered.

anonymous asked:

Do you know any break up fics with a happy ending?

Thank you for these requests! ALL ABOARD THE ANGST TRAIN! (I couldn’t include a lot of fics because the breakup aspect is a spoiler, but let me know if I missed any that you think should be on here!)


Yuuri and Victor Break Up (With a Happy Ending!)


rekindling by fan_nerd, Mature, 9.1k
Victor stands on Yuuri’s doorstep in the pouring rain with a bouquet of flowers. It’s the middle of the night. The tall man is out of breath, soaking wet, and his eyes are red. Yuuri sighs, letting his ex-boyfriend in like the sympathetic fool that Victor knows he is.
“What are you doing here?”
He hurries to catch his breath and reply, but his mouth is dry. Victor doesn’t exactly have an answer to that question. WHAT THE HECK THIS IS AMAZING

Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud, Explicit, 26k
Yuuri’s neck was bright red, matching the colors of his cheeks. His eyes were half-lidded with pupils blown wide. He could try to avoid Victor all he wanted, but standing this close to the man made Yuuri lose all rational thought. Victor was like a drug, the strongest drug Yuuri knew, and he could never reject those lips. I love this fic omg

Equal Footing by runningwafers, Gen, 4.3k
When Yuuri says he wants to end things the night before the free skate, Victor breaks down. Maybe it’s the catalyst they need to finally get on the same page about their relationship. 

See You Next by rougeandtonic, Explicit, 12k (WIP)
Yuuri realizes that he’ll sabotage Victor’s career if he asks him to coach and compete at the same time. This leads to a standoff of ultimatums over who will skate and who won’t. A standoff that ends with Victor in St Petersburg and Yuuri half a world away. SO MUCH ANGST 

Let’s End This by DawnMalfoy, Not Rated, 1.9k
Yuuri is not good at difficult conversations, so when it comes to having a difficult conversation with Victor things don’t go as he planned them to. HAPPY ENDING!

The Love We Deserve by cactusoctupus, Mature, 20k
The thing is Victor is so beautiful, so brilliant. And he always imagined that Victor was just around Yuuri to have fun. To have something to do. The proposal however, made it too real. Yuuri could not accept Victor loving him that way. Because Victor deserved better than that. He deserved better. I haven’t read this yet but it was rec’d to me by a follower!

They Say by momichi, Teen, 3.6k
They say Victor and Yuuri aren’t really a thing, but Yuri Plisetsky knows better. Very cute and a bit angsty!

Holding on for Dear Life by icterine, Teen, 2.4k
It turns out that sometimes heartbreak happens in seconds, unexpectedly – and once it does, there’s no dulling of the senses. Victor’s heart shatters. Great one-shot!

The Man Who Can’t Be Moved by deeleeon, Teen, 9.3k (WIP)
Victor and Yuuri have known each other for a long time…
“We’ve been friends for 6 years, dated for another 3, was married for 2 and…. got divorced 2 years ago.” Victor says as he drinks his beer.
“Maybe that’s the reason why you still can’t let go… You guys have known each other for such a long time.” Chris replies as he looks as his friend.
“I should be fine. I’m the one who asked for a divorce…” Victor smiles bitterly as he stares at his drink. 

Compromises by Ellie_Rosie, Teen, 51k **Graphic Depictions of Violence 
Their relationship was one of compromises, Yuuri thought, usually in Victor’s favour. Not that Yuuri minded - in all likelihood, he would probably set himself on fire if Victor complained about being cold. But there was one thing Yuuri point blank refused to compromise on; he would not step foot within a 100 metre radius of an ice rink. WOW!

Our Love by flippednique, Not Rated, 16k
“I want a divorce.” There was a barrage of emotions on Yuuri’s face that ranged from shock, to hurt, to disbelief, to pained, to angry, to livid before he pulled away from Viktor completely, grabbed his scarf and left the house with the door banging on his way out. The word, “Fine.” rang like a death sentence. Strangely enough, Viktor felt like he could breathe. Sooo angsty omg

We Don’t Have to Stay Buried by nagoyadelay, Teen, 6k (WIP)
Yuuri moved to Russia to be with Viktor. But everything went wrong. Two and a half years after a brutal break-up, Yuuri and Viktor have an unexpected encounter that leaves them both confused, vulnerable, and possibly… ready to try again? Have they both grown enough as people to form a lasting relationship? Or will they repeat the mistakes that doomed them the first time around? This is so so good so far! 

stay by my side by paranoid_fridge, Not Rated, 3.1k
“Finally!” somebody shouts and Yuuri jumps. Russian Yuri stomps toward him, expression dark. “He’s on his third round of that.” Yuri jerks a thumb to the rink behind his back. “Make him stop before he hurts himself.” Another great happy ending fic!

SEX HCS - PP

{synopsis} what peter parker is like during sex at age 21

{warnings} do i even need to

{pairing} peter parker x neutral/fem!reader

{bullet count} 19

{requested by} nonnie

{permanent tags} @kellieabro @melconnor2007 @damneronpoe @buckys-perfect-storm

  • peter is a really generous lover, like… you never have to go down on him (though he adores it when you do)
  • his favorite way to take you is in missionary (he loves to grind into you and look at your face as it contorts in pleasure)
  • he isn’t very kinky, though a major thing of his is love bites and scratch marks on his back
  • he is really confident in bed, though outside of your intimate moments he’s still your awkward little college student peter
  • since he’s always doing homework, you sometimes climb into his lap while he’s reading, snatch away his books/papers, and as he begins to protest and sees the look in your eyes as you bite your lip, a devilish grin overtakes his features
  • he loves to make out with you, it’s his favorite past time
  • ummmmmmm???? hair pulling????? i think YES
  • surprisingly, his biggest turn on is doing it in public
  • like, whether you’re at a party in the bathroom, in a janitor’s closet on campus, or behind a tree in a children’s park, he adores making you cum hard and fast, muffling your moans with his hand or mouth
  • did i mention he tried to make you guys a sex swing out of his webbing
  • his dick got caught on it
  • he loves when you ride him
  • he’s an ass and thigh man, sorry
  • sometimes when he’s doing push ups you’ll slip under him and every time he comes down, he’ll kiss you
  • this leads to very sweaty gym sex
  • did i mention his arms
  • your favorite sight of all time (and his favorite activity) is when he’s fingering you and you see the way his muscles flex underneath his taught skin
  • lordy
  • overall peter’s just a really great guy to be with and to fuck

Guys.

I’ve read so many fics lately my heart has been bursting with feels and i hAVE to share them with you! The writers below, god I love every single one of them and hope my writing is as good as theirs one day!!!

But in no particular order, here we go!

(** = favorites)

@workofteaguk

OK but honestly now, there’s a whole lot more so I recommend just following her and binge-reading her stuff cause they’re all so fluffy and heartwarming and gahhhhhh. Traci. You da girl. 

@inktae

This scenario made me feel all kind of ways after I finished it. It was one of those fics that I couldn’t just forget. Her writing is absolutely beautiful and it’s like I’m reading poetry. 

@dreamscript

  • run (college au) **
    • ok. ok. this. *cries* THIS WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER AND GOD MY HEART WAS ABOUT TO BURST AT LIKE EVERY SENTENCE HOMYGOD I STILL HAVEN’T RECOVERED. 
  • grow (fantasy au)

ok yes I’m aware that both of them are yoongi scenarios yes I’m yoongi trash ok? ok but god…dreamscript and your writings…FRICKING A+

@jhoseokslut

no its not smut. It’s actually one of the cutest, most adorable jimin scenario’s ive ever read and I’m not joking, I legit squealed.

@taesthetes

(is it just me or did I seriously just rec all her fics that start with an m….)

@an-exotic-writer

@syugatae

  • give you the world (streetartist au) **
    • God. GOD. THIS ONE. tHIS ONE IS BY FAR one of the best fics I’ve read. It held so much emotion and the plot was beautiful and honestly the story just felt so real to me, I’m amazed. Jen, you are the definition of writer goals. I LOVE YOU! <3

@btees

  • dearly beloved (2 parts) (READ IT) **
    • *SCREAMS* is an accurate represenation of me the whole time I read this, goshhhhhh Jimin scenarios are honestly my weakness and tie in the whole “I hate you and you hate me but I actually love you but my pride and ego won’t allow for that ha nope” 

@exoticarmy127 **

Yes I just gave her actual account stars because I have read (I’m not joking) every single one of her stories and loved every single one like her writing is beyond this universe and yet it’s so simple and beautiful at the same time. I can even say that Kaye was the reason I wanted to start writing because I wanted to be able to read my works one day and say that “i wrote that” and that wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for Kaye. THANK YOU SO MUCH KAYE for being an inspiration, an amazing and beautifully talented writer who manages to blow my mind every single time. 

For my followers who don’t know her, don’t even hesitate to read her works cause you will love them, a 100% guarantee from me. BUT I’ve still managed to compile my favorites from her writing below (probably the most difficult thing I’ve had to do lol)

  • cold & hold me tight 
    • these two were one the first scenarios I read of Kaye’s and they had pulled me in asdfghjkl it was just so cute and so angst and so ajdnififisn
  • as promised 
    • daddy taehyung has got me weak in my feels. 
  • you, me, & the little things in between 
    • I think I cried a good bit with this cause my heart was too fragile for all the angst and cutesyness. 
  • laws of motion and attraction
    • low and behold the holy grail of Kaye’s work. This one was a rollercoaster of emotions and there were surprises at every single chapter that I had never anticipated and in a honestly, this was a real piece of art. 

BUT that’s all for now guys! Once I read any more, I’ll definately update the list and let you in on the great fics floating around on tumblr. But if you guys have any recommendations for me ( I AM OPEN TO ANYTHING SEND ME ANYTHING I LOVE ANYTHING ), just drop them in my ask or message me and we can fangirl about it together once I read it hahaha! 

Hope you guys enjoy the list and don’t forget to check out the other works of these writers too! They’re all amazing and truly talented!

LOVE YOU GUYS!! 

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DM Underestimated our cruelty

On our first mission, we encountered a group of ten Kobolds. We proceeded to put eight of them to sleep and one-shot the others, then intimidated and mutilated the leader until he fainted twice. He claims the person we’re looking for was taken for something related to their god.

Paladin: So, tell us about this god of yours.
Kobold (DM): He is the great god…
DM (ooc): whose name I haven’t come up with. You guys weren’t supposed to find out about the god yet…

A Tenderness They don’t Understand.

Hi my friends! I hope you enjoy this fluffy one shot. It was written in one go so please excuse any mistakes. 

Plot: Harry and Y/N are utterly in love with each other. 

Warnings: None. Well, it will make you want to be with Harry Styles. 

Picture isn’t mine. Doesn’t he look just way too good in this one?

“You guys are too much.” 

My friend’s words pulled me from my thoughts and for the first time in the past 20 minutes my eyes found a face other than Harry’s. 

He was standing among a small group of his mates while I was sitting next to mine on the couch in Jeff’s living-room. The party he was hosting was nice however not half as small as he’d promised it would be, which had lead to me and Harry being separated the moment we arrived. I felt like a clingy, whiny, little girlfriend, the kind I never intended to be. My boyfriend had left my side for almost an hour now and it was enough to dull my mood completely.

Leila arched her brows and grinned knowingly. My cheeks flushed.

Though redundant I asked: “Who are you talking about?”

“You and Harry!” she rolled her eyes, “Obviously! The guy you’ve been eye-fucking for the past hour while he’s done the same thing to you. That man has you undressed in his head I can tell.” 

Her harsh words made me shrink back a little and I swallowed the lump in my throat. Leila winked at me before laughing loudly and taking another sip from her drink.

“That’s not even true,” I argued quietly before changing the subject so she couldn’t say anything further. 

Of course she hadn’t meant any harm with her words and while there was technically nothing wrong with two people staring at each other while thinking about something steamy, I didn’t like it at all when she suggested it. 
It wasn’t like Harry and I didn’t occasionally send the other suggestive glances or knowing smiles from across a room but we hadn’t done anything like that tonight.

My eyes searched for him because he was almost like my magnet, my other half. I felt his presence like a warm and electric buzz, leaving my body tingling and longing for him. I was constantly on alert the second he left my side and I only felt truly at peace when he was back with me. 
When Harry’s orbs searched for me it wasn’t because he imagined me naked in his bed. It was because he wanted nothing more than to leave the stupid conversation he was forced to listen to and instead wanted to be involved into whatever stupid chat he knew I was forced to feign interest for. 
Harry missed me. His skin was covered in goosebumps and his muscles tense from not having me close, it didn’t matter if we were separated for two minutes or for two hours, the dreadful feeling at the bottom of both of our tummies was the same. Harry was so tender with me and he promised that I treated him gentler than anybody else ever had. 

After two months of dating Harry I knew nobody really understood our relationship and I’d found ways to come to terms with that. It was their loss not mine.

A smile pulled at my lips. I didn’t need to look up to know that he was walking towards me and when his arm wrapped itself around my waist I didn’t flinch in surprise. Harry leaned down from his standing position so he could press a loving kiss to my temple before allowing his nose to gently rub against my skin. 

“My love,” Harry murmured so only I could hear, “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“I am,” I smiled at him and reached up to caress his cheek and cradle his face in my palm, “And you?”

The warmth of his soft skin and the short stubble made me giggle and I felt my cheeks redden when he kissed my cheek noisily. He chuckled against me when the two girls sitting around me got up quietly to give us some privacy and I reached for his hands to encourage him to sit down. 
The sofa dipped under his weight and I sighed when he finally wrapped both of his arms around me the way I’d wanted him to do for the past hour. 

“I’m having only half as much fun when you’re not with me,” Harry admitted with a huff. 

“Me too. Which makes us quite sappy, doesn’t it?” 

Harry laughed at that and squeezed me to him. One of my hands rested on his knee, caressing and squeezing the skin while my other wrapped around his arm. I looked up and when his sparkling eyes found mine I leaned in to kiss his jaw. Harry hummed, his arms tightening around me.

“I like that we’re this way with each other,” he told me with a serious expression before breaking into the most gorgeous smile, “So romantic.”

“Me too,” I promised against the skin of his neck, “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Harry!” 

We both looked up to find Jeff making his way towards us. He stumbled a bit and came to a halt right in front of our sitting figures. His expression was one of excitement. 

“I just got the call from John! We spoke about the studio you wanted to rent and he told me it’s free!” 

Harry’s eyes widened. “That’s great!” 

“It is!” Jeff agreed, “Come and have a drink with me to celebrate!” 

Harry pulled me closer. “M’okay, Jeff. But thanks! I’m quite happy here.” 

Jeff rolled his eyes. “C’mon you can feel her up later, mate.” 

“Thank you, Jeffrey,” I laughed and he flushed before nudging Harry’s foot with his own. 

But Harry shook his head. “Nah, mate, really. I’m good.”

With a roll of his eyes Harry’s manager moved away again and I chuckled quietly. 

“Our friends won’t ever invite us anywhere again,” I predicted. 

“Great,” Harry laughed, “Means I can keep you to myself. Fine by me if I’m honest.”

“I agree,” I nodded before leaning into him. 

My lips found his collarbones while his pressed to my head. Harry’s fingers intertwined with mine, my leg brushed against one of his and I pressed a loving kiss to his tender skin. Harry’s breath fanned over my arm when he leaned down and I gasped quietly before letting him connect our lips in a kiss. 

Kissing Harry was something I knew I would never fully get used to. 

His lips were soft and gentle when pressed to my own and when he moved them he never forgot to be attentive to what I did. A low moan left his throat and I fisted his hair in a tight grip, answering to his more urgent movements by holding his cheek and jaw with my free hand. His tongue licked my bottom lip and I whimpered quietly. We kissed and held onto each other with nobody disturbing us and when he pulled away from me I blushed at the mess I’d made of my boyfriend’s hair. 

Harry’s nose nudged mine and I closed my eyes briefly, breathing his familiar scent in. 

“I love you so much,” Harry spoke quietly. 

My arms wrapped around his neck tightly in an embrace and I nuzzled his skin. 

“I’m so in love with you, Harry,” I whispered. 

He hummed. The room around us had gone so quiet in my mind we might as well have been alone. God I did I wish for us to be alone. 

“How about we leave?” my voice was quiet and I gently scratched the back of his head. 

Harry smiled and shrugged. “Sure, why not? Are you tired, baby?”

“No, but I want to be somewhere where I don’t feel like everybody is judging us for actually being gentle with each other.”

A frown formed on his beautiful face and I reached up to smoothen his skin. 

“Who cares about them?” Harry asked quietly, “You’re my girlfriend. I’m your boyfriend. You can kiss me as much as you want and I’ll come over to hold you as much as I want regardless if our friends are jealous of that.” 

I smiled and squeezed his hand. “You’re right. I shouldn’t overthink everything.” 

“Exactly.” 

So we stayed and with Harry sitting by my side, one arm around my body and lips occasionally finding my cheek to kiss, I felt really good. 
Of course I still noticed Leila’s eyes on us and I could practically see her biting back her comments, but I didn’t care anymore. 
Just as Harry had said I loved how much we adored each other and how utterly tender we always behaved with the other. It was something the others didn’t understand and that was their problem. 

Thank you for reading! Little background to this one: I was sick all week, yesterday was the first time I felt okay enough to eat something properly and now today I got my period which means my body is once again blessed with an immense kind of pain. My life is so great. Anyway it made me really wanna have somebody like the guy in this one shot by my side. 

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Don't be an asshole to the guy letting you into the bar

So I work the door at a bar in my town on weekends. It’s a pretty busy downtown area and on Saturday nights we check the ID of everyone that comes in, just to cover our own ass. So this 24 year old looking lady comes in and I ask her for her ID. She immediately goes on a tirade of “do you know how old I am?!” I explain that it doesn’t matter and I have to check everyone’s ID as that’s our policy (along with the policy of almost every other bar in town.) so all her friends give me their IDs without any issue. Finally the angry one gets her ID out and touches it to my face and says “see I’m fucking 30! And it’s my birthday today!” So I politely respond with “that’s nice. Maybe you should act like it.” And she loses her shit telling me how much of a dick I am. And I told her she didn’t need to come into the bar if she didn’t want to. And she told me she’d be where ever she wanted to be. And this is where she is drinking. So she goes to the bar and I tell all the bartenders to make her wait as long as possible before serving her and then to only serve her once and cut her off. She stood at the bar for 20 minutes or so before finally getting a chance to order. She orders one shot and then goes to order a drink, the  bartender responds with a smile. “I’m sorry mam we are going to have to stop serving you. You appear to be to drunk.” She freaks out and tells her friends they are leaving the bar. But the best part is all her friends were having a great time and didn’t want to leave. So she ended up leaving by herself on her birthday.

TL:DR. Don’t Piss off the guys letting you into a bar. They have just as much say in whether you get drinks as the bartenders do.

Family's Definition.

If anyone could ask you about the definition of a family, you’d describe yours. You’d describe the feeling of euphoria that you felt when you saw Harry on one knee, a simple shining ring in a velvet box in his hands as loving words fell spontaneously from his lips, taking a breath before he asked you:

“Would you please, oh God, please, marry me?”

You’d describe the moment you saw Harry at the aisle, hand covering his mouth as tears dropped down his face when he watched you walk down. The shake of his head as he grinned when he gently held your hands in his, whispering sweet nothings. Or when he finally gave you your first kiss as weds, pouring years of love in.

You’d describe your honeymoon. Sitting on the beach as Harry strummed the guitar, covering your favorite songs and lullabying you with unreleased songs in his that he kept hidden in his leather journal.

If anyone asks about family, you’d tell them about Harry’s happy outburst when you told him you were ready to try for a baby; how he picked you up and twirled you, showering your face with pecks and whispering: “We’re going to be the greatest parents ever. You and I, angel.”

You’d tell them about the moment you gave Harry a box of chocolate, pecking his lips when he hungrily opened it but right as he was about to pick one, his eyes widened when he saw the white little frosting on each chocolate piece that read ‘YOU ARE GOING TO BE A DADDY’. Chocolates flying to the couch as Harry embraced you tightly, tears rolling down as he cupped your face in his hands.

“Thank you! Thank you! I’m going to be a dad! You’re-You’re going to be a mum and-Oh my God, I love you, I love you.” Was what he said as he struggled to breathe through the words, kissing you before bending down to kiss your still bump-less stomach, “We’re going to take care of you, baby Styles. We love you. Daddy loves you.”
How it turned from only a goodnight kiss to your lips, to also pecks of kisses on your stomach with a sweet pep talk.

The first time the baby kicked was during Harry’s performance of Sweet Creature as he was on stage, you backstage, watching him proudly when you felt a kick in your now bump making you subconsciously put a hand on your stomach before looking back at Harry who was smiling at the crowd before he looked at you with a grin, faltering when he saw your tearful eyes, stuttering over the lyrics as he concentrated on your mouth as you mouthed, “It kicked!” while pointing at your stomach.

“Holy shit!” Harry said through the mic, cutting off his singing as he ran to where you are, eagerly putting his hands on your stomach as he knelt down. When he felt the kick, he couldn’t help but have tears in his eyes himself, “Hi, baby Styles. We’re excited for you to get out too.” He said, kissing your stomach before looking up at you, “Are you hurt?”
With a shake of your head and reassurance, you made Harry go back on stage. “’M sorry, my baby kicked for the first time!” He excited announced.

You’d describe love and family with Harry’s tired smile as he watched you eat craved McDonald’s fries at 3 am, taking off his hoodie and sweats to go back to bed, mumbling that you should wake him up if you need anything else.
You’d go on and on about the moment when you and Harry rushed to the hospital, tears and grunts emitting from you, Harry’s face in distress as his hand held yours in the delivery room, continuously supporting you with “You’re doing great, love. So so great. We’re getting there.”

The moment Harry cried when he saw your baby in your arms, too nervous to approach you and your little guy. You had joked, telling him that this wasn’t the reaction he said he’d have. You gently told him to come closer and watching him as he does, his lips falling on your forehead to give you an appreciative kiss before letting his finger be held by his baby’s tiny fingers. Or the moment Harry holds his baby in his arms, cooing softly to him and already making memories with him.

The moment you enter the house, watching your baby’s fingers messily hit Harry’s guitar chords as Harry filmed him with your camera, giving him an earful of “You’re doing great, little guy! Just like daddy!”

If anyone could ask you about the definition of love and family, you’d tell them about yours.

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I MADE MYSELF EMOTIONAL

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

trick shot, part ii (final) (m.)

;pairing — jimin/reader

;summary — you finally meet your match in a game of 9-ball and you’re pissed about it, so you ask your hot bartender boyfriend to fuck your anger out of you 

;warnings — language | alcohol use | dom/sub roleplay | possessive roleplay | praise kink | mild choking | unprotected sex | oral sex | jimin being soft

;word count — 8k

;a/n — this is gross. thank you to the anon who requested this for helping me explore my mildly kinky side!

part i | part i.v | part ii

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Girls Like Me (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: You and Ethan send each other the cutest snapchats, but what do they mean to both of you?

Warnings: None, unless you’re allergic to FLUFF.

A/N: SO YOU GUYS. This was meant to be a really quick one shot and it turned into a 13-page story? Who knows. This is, however, going to be THE BEGINNING OF A SERIES OF ONE SHOTS about the twins and their lip sync snapchats! The first one is an actual snap from Ethan, but the rest were invented for the sake of the story. All song lyrics are in italics. I’m working on the next one, which will be a Grayson one. I hope you enjoy this! I wrote it in one sitting so it’s probably not great, but let me know what you think!



He was such a show off.

He had dyed a streak of his hair blue, and even though it was fading now, it drew attention to the fact that it hung lazily over his hazel eyes. His blue tank top faintly matched it. He was chewing gum as he lip synced to the song playing on the radio in his twin brother’s car, waving his phone around in time with the music. You recognized the song after a moment or two.

Lookin’ back,

I guess it was a kind of hazy -

Got me caught up and frustrated in love.

Lookin’ back -”

The video cut off.

It was a Snapchat update from user EthanDolan and you had to decide if you were impressed or not, seeing as it was sent specifically to you, and not posted on his story.

You met Ethan and Grayson about a year ago when you and your family moved to L.A. You were behind Grayson in line at the Nike store when he struck up a conversation with you. He was friendly and sweet, and he made you laugh. The girl behind the counter actually had to clear her throat a few times and pipe up with an annoyed “sir?” before the two of you realized you were holding up the line.

He waited for you while you made your purchase and the two of you walked out of the store together after sharing a laugh. A boy that looked just like Grayson was standing on the sidewalk. His hair was longer and shaggier and he had a bright blue streak in his hair. He had on a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. He raised an eyebrow and looked a little surprised to see someone by his twin brother’s side. He locked eyes with you, and you felt a bolt of electricity spike down your back when his gaze met yours. He looked you up and down as he stood, unmoving and the two of you approached him.

“E, this is (Y/N), she just moved here. We should show her around!”

The boy Grayson addressed as ‘E’ simply shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets, kicking off the wall he was leaning against.

“Sure, the more the merrier,” he offered. And so the three of you spent the day together, and the following weekend, and many more to come.

You had grown close with Grayson. He was like a big brother: protective, supportive, encouraging and loving. But Ethan? Ethan always seemed out of reach. You always tried to get close to him, but he put up a barrier, defensively reverting to humor whenever something got serious between the two of you. You tried to tell him about an argument you once had with your dad that really shook you and he made a daddy joke, and left, quickly.

Whenever Grayson was around, Ethan was probably there too. It seemed he didn’t mind your presence as long as Grayson was there to act as a buffer. The two of you were almost never alone together, and sometimes, when you would invite both the twins out, only Grayson would show up. You even put in effort to get to know Ethan on his own, but he rarely reciprocated.

The only conclusion you could come to was that Ethan was uncomfortable around you. It hurt you a little since you and Grayson were so close and Grayson was so close with his brother. You wanted the three of you to have a good friendship, but Ethan apparently wouldn’t allow it to happen.

Until one day, when you received a random snapchat from Ethan.

It was pretty unassuming. Just him lip syncing to that song. It made you chuckle because he was so overdramatic. You checked to see if it was on his story, and it wasn’t. This was a little weird: Ethan almost never sent you snaps. It made you feel a special, as stupid and 21st century as that may seem. So you put on the same song on your computer and waited until the next part of the song came on, sending it back to him.

You say: la, la, la,

La, la, la, la.

Girls like me don’t come around anymore!

You swayed your head side-to-side with the beat, waving your phone around to the opposite sides, creating an interesting effect. You winked at the camera before ending the video and sent it to Ethan, holding your breath. He sent you back a few laughing emojis. You felt a sense of accomplishment: you’d managed to connect with Ethan on something, even if it was as trivial as a snapchat. Your heart felt swollen in your chest as you bit your lip and tossed your phone aside on your bed.

This continued for months. You’d send him a snap of you lip syncing in the car, and he’d send one back. Sometimes the two of you would finish the song together. It was like the two of you had finally picked something to bond over. Each time you saw a little purple square next to the username EthanDolan, you got a little excited and couldn’t keep that smile from tugging at your lips. The two of you would act them out and definitely ham it up for each other.

You paid close attention to the songs that he would choose. They weren’t incredibly popular - never songs that were overplayed on the radio. They were mostly upbeat and positive. Some of them were older songs - songs that had lived their lives on the radio and moved onto dead, no-longer-clicked Spotify playlists. You knew almost all of them, and you always sent a similar song back to him - mostly girly pop-punk songs that were about being angry at your boyfriend/girlfriend or whatever.

You had a good thing going.

And then one day it got weird.

You’d opened the snap to see Ethan, not goofing around as he normally did, but just singing to the camera. If you’d have been together, he would’ve been staring deep into your eyes. That didn’t bother you, but the song choice shook you a bit.

She a cutie and she fine,

Make me wanna make her mine,

She ain’t nothin’ like those bimbos.

If you like it, we can swerve,

We can light and stain up here,

Blowing, pluck it out the window.

What a weird part to send me…’ You thought to yourself as you watched it. It wasn’t a hook or a chorus, it wasn’t a particularly memorable part of the song, and the song was pretty used at this point. You blinked as the video ended, wondering what to do with it. You decided to put the song on and sing part of the second verse. He watched it and didn’t reply, which only confused you more.

A few days went by before your next snapchat arrived.

Hey baby, won’t you look my way?

I can be your new addiction.

Hey baby, whatchu gotta say?

All you’re giving me is fiction.”

It was cute. He was in the passenger seat of Grayson’s truck and he had on a grey tank top. He was wearing a white snapback hat and he winked at the end of the short clip. You almost threw your phone in shock. You checked to see if it was on his story - he sometimes posted them, especially the more flirty ones - but it wasn’t there. You weren’t sure how to react to this, and you weren’t sure why it had given you butterflies.

You decided to respond with the chorus, which was pretty harmless and really catchy. You head banged along to the music, over exaggerating your enthusiasm and ended the video with a giggle. Ethan watched it as the purple arrow turned into a white one. He sent back a smiley face. You left your phone resting on your chest as you replayed the snap in your head. Why couldn’t you stop smiling? Why were you giggling thinking about the way Ethan had winked at the camera - at you? Why did it make your heart pound against your ribs and your face get hot?

Later that night, you got another snapchat from EthanDolan. You touched the purple square and listened to the music that rang from the small speaker at the bottom of your phone, still sporting that smile that was only for these moments.

Ooh, pretty baby,

This world might’ve gone crazy.

The way you saved me,

Who could blame me,

When I just wanna make you smile.

It was again, oddly specific, but you did love the song. You turned it on from your iTunes library and sang along with it as you snapped Ethan back the rap towards the end of the song.

Baby, you’re classic,

baby, you’re sick.

I never met a girl like you ever til we met.

A star in the 40s,

Centerfold in the 50s,

Got me trippin’ out like 60s,

Hippies!

You did your best to make it as funny as you could, knowing Ethan would enjoy it, but once you sent it, you were surprised to see you had another snap waiting. You opened it immediately.

Imma

Pick you up

In a

Cadillac

Like a

Gentleman

Bringin’

Glamour back,

Keep it real to real with the way I feel:

I could walk you down the aisle.

You stared at the screen, one hand covering your mouth. He hadn’t kept eye contact at all during the video, using fun angles and acting like a general goof until the last two lines where he looked directly into the screen, as if staring you down the way he did earlier: ‘Keep it real to real with the way I feel: I could walk you down the aisle.’

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” You shouted to no one in particular, running your hand through your hair swiftly. You looked at your reflection in your mirror. Your cheeks were pink and you looked like a spooked horse, your hair sticking out in odd directions after that rough tug. He had gone out of his way to send you that specific part of the song. You put down your phone and stared at it for a long time to see if Ethan sent anything else.

He didn’t.

The following day, you were meeting Grayson for lunch. Ethan had already declined the offer and said that he had plans. It hardly surprised you. For a few days there, you had forgotten about Ethan’s lack of interest in you or the friendship you had to offer.

After lunch, on your way back to your house, Grayson had the radio blaring and you decided to send a lip syncing snapchat to Ethan, like you always did.

If I could find you now, things would get better.

We could leave this town and run forever.

Let your waves crash down on me and take me

Away, yeah, yeah.

You made sure to include Grayson in the video, tossing an arm around him as you sang the song, him mouthing the words right along with you. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as you’d done millions of times at the end of the video, smiling to yourself as you sent it. You waited to see what he would send back, imagining all the goofy things he could do with this song. The purple triangle turned white.

And that was it.

You never got a response.

You waited for hours, for the rest of the night. You knew he had seen it, snapchat didn’t lie. Had you done something wrong? Was he just not interested anymore in laying a foundation for a friendship? Why did this suddenly feel different? Maybe he’d gotten bored, and didn’t want to continue the silly exchange with you. How could something so stupid turn into something so important?


You wondered why it made you hurt so bad on the inside, why it made you cry so much and so hard. You wondered why you bothered telling Grayson what happened, explaining your weird ritual with Ethan to him, and you wondered why Gray had sighed and said: “Let me talk to him.”

The next morning, Grayson called you, a little too early for your liking. You groaned into the microphone as he laughed.

“Just come over later. Whenever you’re ready to be up. Okay?” You let out a grunt in agreement and Grayson ended the call. You dropped your phone onto the floor as your arm hung over the side of the bed, almost immediately falling back asleep.

When you woke up, you did so in a flurry. You sat bolt upright in your bed and realized you had fallen back asleep for what was probably hours. You quickly sprang out of bed and got ready, taking a note of your record time as you ran out the door.

You grabbed your longboard and made your way to the twins’ apartment, which was entirely downhill of your house, making the ride easy and breezy. Your unbuttoned dark purple flannel blew in the wind behind you as your black crop top fluttered against your stomach. Your flat converse low-tops made it easy for your feet to stick to the board and your ripped jeans had a little give to them which allowed you to slalom down the hill easily. You had thrown on a matching grey snapback and you checked your phone quickly, not wanting to fall.

It had been three hours since Grayson had called you, closing in on three and a half now as you made your way to their place. You bit your lip nervously, remembering that Gray had promised to talk to Ethan, although the exchange was so cryptic that you could barely justify why you let him. You let out an odd, unattractive groan as you rounded the corner and let yourself glide across the threshold of the apartment complex. You felt more and more awkward as you approached their building.

As you rolled up beside it, you hopped off your board, running next to it for a second before picking it up, holding it close to you as you walked toward their door. You raised a hand to knock, but the door opened before you could, surprising you.

You jumped as the door swung open to reveal the boy with the blue streak.

Your heart halted in your chest as the two of you stared at each other, you with wide eyes and him with the same bored expression he always wore around you, but only for a moment. When saw that you looked a little nervous, he cracked a smile and held the door open for you. You left your board by the front door and walked in.

“I talked to Grayson…” he began, running his hand through his hair before turning back to face you, making you freeze by the kitchen counter. You tried to think of words, but suddenly, you didn’t speak English anymore. Or any other language, for that matter. All you could remember how to say was:

“Oh?”

Ethan’s eyes seemed to bore holes into you as he approached you, slowly, taking his time. You backed away from him, and the intensity of his stare until the cold marble of the counter bumped the small of your back. It surprised you, making you jump again. He didn’t stop advancing. You nearly climbed the counter at the sight of him. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. It wasn’t like he was going to hurt you.

Actually, his gaze seemed to convey quite the opposite, but that had to be your eyes playing tricks on you…right?

He had you pinned against the counter, with one hand on either side of your waist, holding the cool stone in his hands. You looked up at him, eyes still wide open like you wanted them to fall out of your head. You bit your lip as he got closer to you.

“Yeah, he told me you were upset I never sent you a snapchat back yesterday, and that you didn’t know why that upset you so much.” You could feel the flame of a dark blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks as you raised a hand to rub the back of your neck. You looked away from him, down to your shoes and the space in between the two of you, now watching it close as he got even closer.

“I guess…” You offered quietly, your voice cracking. Ethan was intimidating, but this was a whole new level. You heard him chuckle.

“(Y/N), do you know why I never let you get close to me?”

The question immediately made you raise your head to look at him, one eyebrow raised. Was this really the time for that question? You blinked at him.

“Uhh…” He cut you off. There was very little distance between the two of you now. You doubted you could fit a playing card between the two of you. He had you pressed against the counter, and his chest pressed against yours. You could feel his warm breath on your face and smell his cologne. The scent made you a little dizzy.

“It’s because my brother met you first. I would never overstep him on a girl he met first.”

Your other eyebrow went up.

“Ethan, what are you talking about?” He only smiled at you, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, seemingly admiring your face.

“I was waiting for Gray to make his move on you.”

If they weren’t connected to your brain, your eyes would’ve fallen out of your head.

“YOU WHAT?!” You were shouting now, which made Ethan laugh out loud, letting his head fall back as he did.

“I was waiting for Gray to make a move on you. He met you first, it would’ve been only fair. But he talked to me last night and I finally confronted him about it. He said he’d never make a move on you and he didn’t feel that way about you.” Your heart must’ve been buzzing like a hummingbird because you could hear it in your ears and it had never pounded this fast in your entire life.

“What does that have to do with you ignoring me?” You asked, looking back up to him. He smiled and you thought that if he hadn’t had you pinned to that counter, your legs would’ve given out from underneath you.

“It’s relevant because I’ve had a thing for you since he introduced me to you. But I thought he did too because of how close you guys are. And Gray is kind of shy when it comes to girls, so I knew he’d take forever to make a move on you anyway. So I backed off. But I found myself falling harder and harder for you. I couldn’t even be in a room with you without getting lost in thoughts of you.” He shrugged and picked up one hand to push his hair back. “So I pulled away. I wanted to give Gray a chance. But I couldn’t pull away completely. That’s when we started our little snapchat exchange.”

Somehow, Ethan took another step closer. You felt your mouth become dry and your head light. It was all starting to come together. All of it made much more sense now.

“So I tried to send you clues - hints about how I felt about you. Each song meant something to me. They reflected how I felt about you.” You bit your lip and looked up at him as he turned his head away slightly and you could see he was blushing. Everything made sense to you now. Everything. It all fell into place. It all felt right.

“Ethan, I feel the same way…”

He snapped his head to look at you. Now it was his turn to be surprised.

“What?” He asked quietly, sounding incredulous.

“Ethan, why do you think I got so upset when you didn’t respond to me? It’s just a stupid fucking snapchat? I spent the whole night sobbing. I thought I had ruined everything we had, even if everything we had was just some childish ritual. It made my day, every day. I always looked forward to it, because it was ours. When I thought I had done something to ruin it…” you almost choked on your words. “I couldn’t handle it.”

He looked down at you as you teared a little, bringing a hand to rest on your jaw, his fingers splayed against your neck gently as his thumb stroked your cheek.

“I thought you and Grayson had finally become official, so I backed off…” he explained, his eyes searching your own. You chuckled through your watery eyes.

“In his dreams,” you joked. Ethan smiled.

“Definitely in mine…” he whispered.

You almost felt sick you were so euphoric. Realizing your feelings for Ethan was a rollercoaster, but you were on it with him now and he was sitting right next to you, hands in the air, screaming and laughing and having the time of your lives. You reached up and held Ethan’s wrist as he pulled you into him.

Your lips touched and you felt actual fireworks explode in your ears, your forearms, your chest, everywhere. He now held the back of your head as he kissed you, his thumb under your ear, your hands sitting at his waist. It was long and slow and complete. Neither of you wanted to rush the feeling you both were experiencing. You felt like a completed work of art. Your lips collided over and over again in supernovas that felt as if they’d go on forever. You had just experienced the big bang all over again.

“Can I come out now?”

You heard a familiar voice from one of the bedrooms and it disrupted the two of you. Ethan turned and you looked around him to see Grayson standing in the hallway, waving awkwardly. You both smiled and Ethan pulled you into him, tossing an arm around your neck protectively.

“What do you say, (Y/N), should we let him out now?” Ethan asked. His eyes were dancing with the same spark you’d felt, shining full of stardust. You couldn’t help but beam at him.

“I suppose, if he’s okay with serious PDA, that is…” you replied, looking back up at him as he looked down at you with a growing smile. He leaned down and kissed you again with the same slow, careful attention. You reached up to rest your hand on his cheek, fingertips resting gently against his skin.

“Okay, ew?” Grayson said, and the two of you broke into giggles against each others’ lips. “Can we all just like, go out in public so I can eat without having to look at you two sucking face?” He asked, though he had a smile on his face as well.

“Nah, I think I’m gonna take my girl on a date, what do you say, (Y/N)?” You bit your lip and smiled as Ethan pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.

“I’d like that,” you replied quietly as the two of you headed for the door.

“What am I supposed to do?!” Grayson yelped as Ethan grabbed his keys off the counter and you grabbed your board.

“ORDER PIZZA,” you both shouted together before Ethan slammed the door shut.

Grayson looked down at his feet, feeling a little dejected. You opened the door and poked your head back in, smiling.

“Come on,” you said with a giggle. He beamed and followed you out the door.

The three of you went for a casual dinner, you in the front seat of Ethan’s car, taking goofy snapchats as you all sang along to the radio.

“She knows me so well,

It’s crazy when I think about it.”

47. Metal Arm Kink

Word Count: 3,139
A/N: I got super carried away with this and I really hope I didn’t ramble and it comes off the way I want it to. Hope you enjoy it!
Summary: Bucky overhears Y/N talking with Natasha and Wanda about the things she wants him to do to her with his metal fingers. He’s happy to oblige. 
Written by: @mrssgtjamesbuckybarnes

Originally posted by retardell

As you walked into the compound, a bottle of wine in each hand, you couldn’t help the excitement bubbling in your chest. When you entered the common room, you were happy to see Natasha and Wanda already there, pizza and chips on the coffee table, and wine glasses ready to be filled. They looked up when you entered, cheering when they saw the alcohol in your hand. You sat on the floor with the couch to your back and handed Nat one of the bottles.

 “I’m so glad we’re doing this.” Wanda said as you opened the bottle of white wine and poured yourself a glass. “It feels like there’s so much testosterone in this place. It’ll be nice to be just us girls for a few hours.” You kicked your shoes off and leaned back, drink in hand. The guys had all decided that they needed a night out to relieve some stress. We had decided that a night involving sweaty, drunken strangers wasn’t something we were feeling so we decided to enjoy the quiet and have a girls’ night in.

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Soulmate! Jun

Summary: in which your soulmate’s first words are tattooed along your arm

part two

  • you’ve kind of given up on the whole dating scene
  • tbh you’re too busy finishing school and nobody really catches your eye
  • lowkey waiting for this whole ‘soulmate’ thing to happen 
  • but you really don’t know what the hell kinda situation you’d be in for them to say,
  • ‘that wouldn’t be great’
  • like man what did you do
  • but since the words were korean, you purposely applied to a college in SK
  • even though out of the large population, it’s a slim chance
  • but hey, fate is fate
  • you stay in a small apartment in Seoul with a decent view
  • your a photography major and the city’s very inspiring
  • so much to explore, from the gaffiti, to abandoned buildings, to the street vendors
  • your favorite place is probably this small, aesthetically pleasing, café down the street from your apartment
  • they’ve got food, caffeine, everything you need
  • and damn their wifi is really good
  • you’re a regular there, you often go for breakfast or lunch
  • and just sit there on your laptop doing school stuff
  • basically, you live there, even got permission to take pictures
  • you’re walking out of the café one day and notice a group of guys walking into the dance studio across the street
  • you don’t really pay them much attention, except they’re all really cute, even with their faces covered
  • its one of those moments where you can just tell when someone’s good looking
  • next day you see the café is hiring
  • and so you go for it, you’re a regular, know the menu by heart, and spend all your free time there
  • might as well make some money off of it, lord knows school isn’t gonna pay itself off
  • it’s really rainy one evening and you’re the last employee there 
  • so you decide to just put your music on blast in the café while cleaning up
  • and after your that, you’re just chillin there like, no one’s gonna come in
  • so when you see someone exit the dance studio and notice they don’t have an umbrella
  • you kind of feel bad but remembered that you have an extra in the back room
  • and however shy you normally are, you run to grab it
  • taking a risk of leaving the shop unattended kinda just slips your mind
  • opening your own umbrella, you step outside in the pouring rain
  • he watches as you walk over to him, with your cute little café apron still on and an extra umbrella clung firmly in your hand
  • he can’t help but watch you brave the rain storm just to give him an umbrella
  • “you’ll get sick if you stay drenched" 
  • you say passing him the black umbrella with a cute cartoon animal on the corner 
  • "that wouldn’t be great" 
  • he responds with a slight chuckle before widening his eyes
  • you process it too, even slower than usual with your foreigner mind
  • you both stand there all awkward for a nanosecond
  • “holy shit” 
  • you whisper on reflex
  • you cringe a little, praying he didn’t hear you
  • your like wtf did i just curse at my soulmate
  • his eyes crinkle into a smile
  • “I’m Junhui, Wen Junhui. but you can just call me Jun, for now” he chuckles brightly, eyes lighting up happily
  • “im y/n l/n” 
  • you laugh at the situation, but your eyes show your just as happy
  • “what are you doing out in the rain like this?”
  • he chuckles sheepishly and flips his hair to the side, small water droplets flying off
  • “i lost rock paper scissors with my group members, i’m supposed to get them coffee”
  • you ask him “group? coffee? at 10:00 at night?”
  • by then you guys decide it’s best to get out the rain and hey your running a cafe 
  • and so you make him his coffee, and the 12 other ones he needs
  • meanwhile you guys avidly get to know one another as much as possible
  • “i’m sorry you had to live with ‘that wouldn’t be great’ on your arm. especially when my members where saying how i must have a really sweet soulmate.”
  • he’s just casually leaning against the counter watching you with a small smile and his head titled a bit sideways
  • you laugh, “it’s alright. for most of my life, most people didn’t understand”
  • you learn of his beautiful confidence
  • “i’ve never listened to seventeen before but i’ll definitely give it a shot”
  • “i promise you. there’s no way you won’t like us”
  • and his eagerness to know you 
  • “your a photography major? that’s so cool! can i see your work?”
  • “i have a school project in my bag, ahh i show you when i’m done”
  • and somehow, everything just clicks
  • the conversation never lapses
  • you both can naturally laugh, like when he was teasing some members for not being able to drink coffee
  • and you can’t get over how sweet and light his laugh is
  • and for the first time, your heart flutters and there are butterflies in your stomach
  • when your done with the order, you kinda just stand and stare
  • until he blurts
  • “can I have your number?” 
  • with a blush dusting your cheeks, you type your contact in his phone, boldly labeling it as ‘soulmate y/n ;) <3′
  • and you hand him your phone and he puts ‘y/n’s soulmate<3’ as his contact name
  • you both feel a little disappointed as he’s about to leave, then his face lights up excitedly
  • “how about you just come to the studio! i’m sure the boys wouldn’t mind!”
  • it’s almost 11pm, but
  • is there any other answer besides yes?
  • he waits for you to close up, hang your apron up, and grab your bag
  • your about to open up your umbrella but he stops you, opening the one you gave him
  • “let’s share one” he says grinning cheekily, with a hint of shyness
  • so you both walk to the studio, each carrying a load of drinks
  • his hand grazing yours
  • which you’re both extremely aware of
  • and he barges into the studio, his hand around your wrist, stopping all conversation
  • “i brought your orders and guess what? i got a soulmate for free!” 
  • CHAOS EVERYWHERE jisoos christ save you
  • your not really understanding half of the gibberish the members are telling you
  • “i want to apologize in advance for his cheesiness”
  •  “LOVE HYUNG WITH ALL YOUR HEART.”
  • “cook hyung lots of spicy food”
  • “take care of one of our mothers well”
  • “don’t be alarmed if his eyes are open when sleeping”
  • “maybe now he’ll call you the fairest of them all”
  • can I call you noona?“
  • eventually, somehow, the members back off
  • but you know they love junhui a lot and are ecstatic to meet his soulmate
  • they give you a moment alone, but unfortunately, he must go back to practice
  • he tells you to sit down comfortably and listen to the song
  • he winks,
  • “watch me and only me.”

part two

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The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

MASTERLIST

Strong as Steel

Hey! :) (Your writing is great tbh). Could you please do a one shot where Bucky likes you but is scared cause he has the metal arm? And you end up showing him YOUR metal arm, even if you’re insecure about it? If they get together at the end, that’d be great, feel free to add anything else.

Word Count: 2712

Warnings: none

A/N: I know, I know, I haven’t posted in weeks. I’m sooo sorry but I’ve been struggling so much with motivation to write. I can’t even begin to tell you guys how long it took me to finish this one shot and it’s not even that good. Anyways, I’m sorry, hopefully I can get more one shots/fics/writings out soon. I’ll do my best for you guys

Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming

You’d always been insecure about the metal appendage that had replaced your flesh right arm. How could you not be? It was foreign, a silvery object not of your body, given to you by HYDRA when you were under their control. This was why you’d kept it covered up all the time. You wore long sleeve shirts and gloves at all times, even when it as hot. And when you met the Winter Soldier for the first time, you’d hoped you and him could be friends, as if the both of you having metal arms and being prisoners of HYDRA made you friends somehow. But he never spoke to you despite the few missions you’d gone on with him, the meetings you’d sat through stealing glances of him. He was hot, you weren’t gonna lie about that but his eyes always looked everywhere but you. He spoke easily with Steve, Sam and Natasha, but every time he looked at you, it was like he felt nothing but intense hate for you and that only made you hate him too.

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Desperate for Love [Suga Angst]

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

“Desperate for love is a weak emotion.” 



You wanted him to grab your hand, hold it and make you feel loved and warm just by the slight touch. You wanted him to look at you, like you were the only girl for him, the only one who could capture his heart. You wanted to have those lips on yours, giving you the first kiss worth remembering. You wanted him to love you, feel the same for you as you felt for him.

Min Yoongi was cold when you knew that deep down, he was a warm hearted person who cared. Under all that fake stone hard face, you knew there was once a different Yoongi. Although he was rude and mean towards everyone, including you, you still found yourself in deep, deep love.

You wished that you could say that you could see who the nice Min Yoongi was. But you couldn’t. He wasn’t readable. His mysterious vibes and personality was something any other human would avoid. He wasn’t someone you wanted to involve yourself in.

The problem was, you couldn’t keep yourself away from him.

He was beautiful.

He was beautiful with whatever scar he had over his heart that made him the way he was.

Min Yoongi was your roommate of three years and through all those years, never once have you heard him laugh or seen him smile. He didn’t do smiles, he smirked.

Since the day he moved into your apartment after contacting you and asking if you were still hiring out the guest room, you had accepted him after searching up him on Facebook. He was hot, was your first thought when that profile picture of him appeared on your screen, late that evening.

Now, three years later, it still felt like you knew as much about him as you knew three years ago, nothing much, even if you were now his girlfriend of a month.

After years of threats and deals from your side, you were now his girlfriend but that didn’t mean that he was any different. He still made it pretty clear that the two of you should keep your lives separately although you lived in the same apartment.

“Food’s ready!” You shouted and placed down the two plates of creamy pasta that you had made for yourself and Yoongi.

A few minutes later, Yoongi appeared with a towel over his shoulders, his hair still wet from the shower. Your eyes automatically travelled down his tight fitting tee before up to his well sculpted face again. “Uhm- Here.” You said, blushing before giving him his fork.

“Thanks.” 

You nodded and sat down in front of him on one of the bar stools.

This was what he could do to you. One moment you could be perfectly fine, talking like a normal person and even singing to one of your favourite songs. But whenever he looked that good, which was basically everyday, you couldn’t help but fangirl over your own boyfriend, on the inside.

“How was your day?” You asked, taking a bite from your pasta.

“Great.”

Once again, you nodded and bit your bottom lip, not knowing what to say next since he didn’t ask you about your day.

“I had a great day today, I went to the interview I told you about two days ago. You know the one for the skin care company?” That somehow caught his attention because he looked up to you from his phone with raised eyebrow.

“The Face Shop?” You nodded, gulping down some water. “Yeah, that one. I know you told me not to apply for that work but there’s absolutely no other choice. I’ve been trying to find a job - for what - over a year now.”

“I told you I don’t want you to work at that place. You can find another job, Y/N.” He said, looking at you with a seriousness that you had never seen him in before.

“Why? I need money and they’re kind enough to let me work there. I’ve met the boss as well. She’s really kind and she’s young, perfect. I don’t want to get into a fight with an old lady again.” I explained, remembering back to my previous job that I said up from because of the bossy bitch of an owner.

The fork he was holding on was set down with a thud before he stood up, his breathing hard.

“I’ll tell you once again, Y/N. I don’t want you to work there and it’s best if you listen to me.” He warned, making you completely shocked. “What?”

“Listen, we can find you another job, okay?”

“No. This is my chance, Yoongi. My boss even told me that she was going to pay me more if I could do my work. I won’t just give that up because you said so. And what’s up with that tone? Why would you use that tone with your… with your girlfriend?”

“You gotta be kidding me,” he sighed and pulled a hand through his hair. “Are you using that against me right now? So what if you’re my girlfriend? Do you even consider this as a relationship? Have you even had a boyfriend before? How childish are you, Y/N?!” Shocked and angry, you stood up as well and walked over to his side, facing him.

“So what if I consider this as a relationship? So what if you’re my first boyfriend? So what if I’m being childish? At least I’m not being moody twenty-four seven, like you!” You snapped, glaring at him.

He didn’t even budge a bit. He just stared at you. Before he burst out into laughter.

If it was any day but that day, you’d be happy to finally hear his laugh but then you realized that this wasn’t a laugh that told you that this was all a joke, that he was just kidding, that everything had been a prank.

No, it was a humorless one and you hated it more then his stone hard, careless face.

“Agreeing to this ridiculous thing was a big fucking mistake. You’re naive, bothersome and nothing but a big fucking mistake. You’re desperate, Y/N.” He picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth before throwing it on the not up eaten plate of pasta. He was turning around, stalking towards his room when you decided that it was enough.

“Do you even like me, Min Yoongi? Or am I just what you just called, naive, bothersome and a fucking big mistake? Oh, and let’s not forget desperate. Is that everything you see in me?” You asked, swallowing the lump in your throat. This was not a time to look like a loser.

“That’s exactly what I think of you, Y/N. The only reason I agreed to the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing was because I felt bad for you. You’re desperate for me to show you any kind of affection and it got annoying, I had to do something. And then you’re naive, not even realising that I don’t want anything to do with you.”

You took a few steps towards him with your clenched fists by your side to keep you sane. “Why are you like this? Why are you treating me like I’m nothing when all I’ve done is to care for you?”

He looked at you and something in his eyes flicked before it vanished and he was back to his stone cold face. But this time, there was a frown on his face.

“You want to know why?” He asked before continuing without even waiting for my response.

“You’re not my style. You’re not someone I can fall in love with. You’re childish and annoying and carefree. You fall too easily and you love too hard.”

It hurt, what he said, it hurt like a thousands of needles just went through your whole body before repeating the same process for several times. God. “That’s not the only reason, isn’t it?” You asked, challenging him to confess everything.

“There’s more than those things about me, right? You’re cold to everyone. You’re rude and you don’t care about people who cares for you. Why are you like this, Min Yoongi? Why do you treat people like they’re not worth a shit?” With each question, you took a step closer to where he stood, just outside his room.

He seemed shocked about your questions because something flicked in his eyes once again, but this time, it stayed. He looked so fragile that you were afraid that he was going to break. You had never seen him react to something you said like that. He’d usually just ignore it because, apparently, you were annoying.

“Answer the damn question, Min Yoongi.” You said, this time, you took two big steps until you were a few feet away from him. “Why do you keep pushing me away?”

Silence.

“You’re not her.”

It was enough but he didn’t stop there.

“You’re not her and you will never be her. You’re name’s not Ji Hyo. You don’t have her short, wavy hair. You don’t look like her and you don’t even have the same accent. You don’t have dresses and you don’t use make up. You’re desperate for my attention when I was the one desperate for her attention.” His eyes softened but his shoulders stiffened, as well as his whole body.

“Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts just by knowing that she could still have such an affection on you everyday because of her damn company?! Her face is everywhere I go and now, I’ll need to hear about her from your mouth as well?” You gulped and watched as his forehead made a small crease between his eyebrows.

“I love her even when she’s not here but I don’t love you even when you’re here, constantly. I miss her when the last thing I want is to see her but I don’t miss you even if you leave home for days. I need her as if she’s my oxygen but I don’t need you even if you give me everything that I need. I want her like she’s some kind of obsession but I don’t want you, because you’re too easy.”

“Stop, please, stop.” You said, collapsing down on the floor when you felt like your legs would give out any time.

He looked down at you before saying something that would break you and leave scars all over.

“I will never be able to let her go, like I can let you go.”




I FINISHED WRITING THIS ONE IN TWO HOURS, NEW RECORD!!

Hello my butterflies!

Hope you guys are doing great and enjoying your weekend. I’ve missed you guys dearly, I’ve missed writing one shots and spending some time here on tumblr. 

And tomorrow’s bangtanboysoneshot7′s seventeenth anniversary! Wow, it’s been over a year since we started this blog and I’ve met so many great people here and improved my writing as well as gotten steps closer to ARMY and BTS by heart. 

I hope you enjoyed this one shot, please let me know if you did by giving it a heart and if you want a part 2, please let me know about that as well! 

I miss & love you loads! Please take care! ~

Sunshine

Can I get a headcanon where the reader joins the Avengers? She’s a literal ball of cotton candy, rainbows and cupcakes plated in golden sunshine, too pure for this world. She’s very loving and invites the team to just give her hugs and kisses whenever they want, so they take her up on her offer because they all need that extra bit of love. Sorry this is so long. @itsmarshalltime98

You  ran on to the jet and got in the pilot’s seat. The mission was going south very quickly and if everyone was to get out safely, you would have to improvise a little, even if that meant disobeying Steve’s direct orders. You flipped the needed switches in between strapping yourself in. When you were ready for left off you went as fast is you could to where the team was. Your  mission had been different from everyone else’s. You were working on hostage extraction, but after getting the hostages to a secure location you heard  your team’s distress over COMMS.

“Natasha do you read me?” You questioned, knowing she’d be the only one with the mental capacity to respond at the moment.

“Loud and clear. Please don’t tell me you ran in to trouble with the hostages.”

“Absolutely not. They are at the safe house, but you guys need extraction.”

“Steve told you-”

“Well that’s not gonna matter if Steve is dead,” you contradicted. There was a beat of silence, in which you panicked, wondering if something had happened to Natasha.

“Are you over our position?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah, I’m looking for somewhere to touch down.”

“Give me a sec, I’ll send up a flare.”

You could see the various explosions happening in the Weapon’s facility the team was supposed to storm. You watched anxiously, hoping she’d find a safe place soon. As you waited, you promised yourself that you were going to give Steve the lecture of a lifetime about biting off more than he can chew.  Tony flew by the jet and seemed to pause when he looked at you.

“It’s good to see you,” he spoke over COMMS.

“I’m glad you’re alive.  Nat’s finding a place for me touch down. I need you guys moving to that point ASAP.”

“Spangles won’t be happy.”

“Yeah but he’ll be alive.”

You noticed the bright red flare go up, and you hurried to the sight leaving Tony behind. You were the best pilot the world had ever seen able to glide through the sky with your aircraft more gracefully than a bird. Stealth flying was your specialty which is why you were employed to get the hostages.  The clearing was small, and entry was difficult but you touched down without any difficulty.

“Captain,” you called, hoping he was listening.

“Y/N tell me that jet in the sky wasn’t you.”

“It absolutely was. Sending you extraction coordinates.”

“Coming your way,” Wanda responded.

You opened the hatch so Natasha could board. She lumbered on holding her side as if wounded. You unstrapped to meet her and help her sit down. As she sat, you snagged a medical kit and got ready to do what ever was necessary so she could last until you got back to the compound.

“It’s not that bad,” Natasha breathed out. She could barely pull in breath for the pain.

“You don’t have to act tough, "you smiled shaking your head a little. You unzipped her suit so you could properly treat the wound, "It’s like you really wanna swear off bikini’s,” you joked to keep the atmosphere light. She laughed a little, wincing at the pain it brought.

“Yeah, I bet I’ll look horrible in them now,” she rolled her eyes. You cleaned the wound quickly, keeping an ear out for anyone over COMMS.  Wanda soon bounded on to the plane with Vision at her tail.

“Falcon, Captain what’s your position?” you asked as you placed gauze on Natasha’s wound.

“We’re a little caught up,” Sam responded.

“Listen her dynamic duo, I want you hauling ass to the jet. Natasha’s hurt she needs an actual doctor.”

“Natasha?” Steve called.

“Yeah, it looks bad. Maybe hurry it up grandpa,” she grumbled. You smiled at that. Tony came on next, the face plate on his went up to show his face.

“It is good to see you, Y/N. I was afraid you were going to be a teacher’s pet on this mission.”

“I’ll disobey wrong orders any day, Stark.”

“Ooo Captain, you hear that? I think your good noodle is going rogue.”

Steve and Sam walked on to the jet looking worse for wear. Sam sat next to Natasha letting his head rest against the wall. You hurried to the pilot’s seat to get your team out of there.

When you made it back to the compound, you helped Natasha to the medical wing and set upon looking after the rest of the team.

“Is everyone else okay? Anybody have a boo-boo you need me to kiss better,” you joked lightening the mood. Sam smirked, then pretended to be hurt.

“I took a hit right here,” Sam touched his cheek, “will you kiss it better?”

“Of course,” you kissed his cheek, playing along.

“I want in on this action,” Tony announced, and you naturally went over to kiss his cheek too, “And one on the other side.”

You laughed but obliged him.

“Come on, let me get you a drink,” Tony went to the bar to start his after mission ritual of drinking until somebody took the liquor away. You sat on the couch beside Wanda and turned on the T.V. She naturally rested her head on your shoulder while you flipped lazily through the channels.

“How are you Wanda?” you asked absently.

“Just tired,” she sighed.

You took the blanket off the back of the sofa and gave it to her, “Take a nap. Honestly you all need rest,” you glanced behind you where you knew Steve was sitting in one of the arm chairs. He like preoccupied with his thoughts. You elected not to bother him. After particularly trying missions he had the tendency to be distant. He would come talk to you later.  Tony sat down on your other side with a drink and settled in to watch T.V. with you and Wanda. Sam left to go take a nap in an actual bed.

When the full weight of the day had finally settled on you, you coaxed the rest of the Avengers to go to bed, before checking on Natasha. She was in her own room, under orders to rest for the next few days. She smiled a little at the sight of you.

“I thought you’d be in bed by now, sunshine,” she spoke the nickname with a slight smirk. Tony was responsible for the name, it just happened to stick.

“I’m headed that way, I just thought I’d check on you. Is there anything I can get you?”

“I’m fine, thanks,” she assured.

“Welp,” you pulled in a deep breath as you looked around the room to be sure you weren’t needed, then let the breath out, “Okay. See you in the morning,” you kissed her forehead, “Good night, sweet dreams.”

Natasha smiled a little wider at that, “Good night, Y/N.”

You left the room with the intentions of taking a hot shower then crawling into bed. As you passed the common room, you noticed a form out of the corner of your eye. It was Steve, he was sitting in the dark room probably brooding. You came to stand in front of him.

“Steve, what’s up with you?” you asked, waiting for him to make eye contact with you. He pulled in a startled breath, then blinked as if clearing his eyes of fog.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t give me that. Tell me, what’s wrong.”

“I nearly got the team killed, and Natasha…”

“She’s fine, so is everyone else.”

“But they wouldn’t have been if you had followed my orders.”

“Well that’s what a team is for Cap. We have each other’s back. You did what you thought was best. Your intentions were good and everything turned out fine. So all you can do now is learn from the mistakes made and carry on.”

“You make it sound simple,” he laughed a little.

“It is simple, it just might not be easy,” you shrugged, “Come on, get to bed.”

As he stood up, you grabbed him in a tight hug, “You’re still a great leader. You’re just human,” you assured.

“I don’t know what this team would do without you,” he admitted.

“You’d be very emotionally constipated. I mean you guys don’t hug each other. You just have weird vague conversations. I love all of you though,” you teased.

~ Mod Lillian

Don't be an asshole to the guy letting you into the bar

So I work the door at a bar in my town on weekends. It’s a pretty busy downtown area and on Saturday nights we check the ID of everyone that comes in, just to cover our own ass. So this 24 year old looking lady comes in and I ask her for her ID. She immediately goes on a tirade of “do you know how old I am?!” I explain that it doesn’t matter and I have to check everyone’s ID as that’s our policy (along with the policy of almost every other bar in town.) so all her friends give me their IDs without any issue. Finally the angry one gets her ID out and touches it to my face and says “see I’m fucking 30! And it’s my birthday today!” So I politely respond with “that’s nice. Maybe you should act like it.” And she loses her shit telling me how much of a dick I am. And I told her she didn’t need to come into the bar if she didn’t want to. And she told me she’d be where ever she wanted to be. And this is where she is drinking. So she goes to the bar and I tell all the bartenders to make her wait as long as possible before serving her and then to only serve her once and cut her off. She stood at the bar for 20 minutes or so before finally getting a chance to order. She orders one shot and then goes to order a drink, the  bartender responds with a smile. “I’m sorry mam we are going to have to stop serving you. You appear to be to drunk.” She freaks out and tells her friends they are leaving the bar. But the best part is all her friends were having a great time and didn’t want to leave. So she ended up leaving by herself on her birthday.

TL:DR. Don’t Piss off the guys letting you into a bar. They have just as much say in whether you get drinks as the bartenders do.

An Act of Jealousy

Pairing: Shawn x Y/N

Requested by: Anons & someone that wanted a jealous Shawn.

Scenario: Shawn visits Y/N on set of her new movie…Boy did he pick the wrong day to come.

A/N: IM BACK & Im still waiting for a 6′2 muffin loving tomato hating talent singer from the birthday fairy….

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All 4 One second season

Ok seriously you guys. I’m going to all of my favorite ships to help spread the word for this great show! If you are sick of your favorite ships breaking up, not being canon, being shot at and just dying, look no further to this show that manages to kill not a single LGBT+ character. I know, right. Also they realize that there can be more than one gay character in a show.

I am a broke college girl without a dime to spare, but if I had one it would go to making sure this show gets a second season.

What is All For One you may ask?

All For One is a web-series on the kindaTV youtube channel. KindaTV is the network where Carmilla arose from, so they know what they are doing when it comes to good web shows. The main plot of the story is the main character trying to deal with college as she realizes the student union is corrupt and stopped her from her dreams of being a pledge to a very great sorority. 

I am not a person who usually likes stories about Greek life but while this show has a Greek life plot, I found it both enjoyable and entertaining.

It is actually an amazing show with amazing representation. The main character is a bisexual who you actually see with both boys and girls. Some (I believe all but maybe one) of the supporting cast are members of the LGBT+ community. At least two of them are also non-white cast members. The diversity in the show is amazing. 

The characters are also so well written and relatable. The main character strives for what she believes in, is not opposed to hitting someone in the face, and will admit when she is in fault. Her love interest is honest when she expresses herself, but also doesn’t feel the need to seek revenge ever time she is wronged. The mom of the group is well a mom, caring about her friends and sticking by the rules. The hacker friend and the unicorn friend make one of the cutest on screen couples, and their differences shine out during the series. 

The writing is amazing and there is at least one phrase that will become a part of your vocab once you are done with the show. 

Like Carmilla, the series is shot my a single camera which is making video via a computer. While in Carmilla, it is Laura first doing her research paper and then going into the realm of finding her roommate with her videos, in All for One, the camera is used as a livestream between the main character and her friends from home. During the whole series, comments from her friends, the inseperables, appear on the corner of the screen. They provide many pop culture references and jokes, and by the end of the show, you will be able to recognize some of them by name. 


So what can you do?

Please go watch the show on youtube. And when you finish binge watching it. The whole show takes like an afternoon at most, please if you can support the show for a second season if you can.

And if you can’t spread the word to as many people as fast as you can. This show is great, if you like Carmilla you will like this show to. 

Please lets get this great show a second season while we still can. We as a community are dying for shows with great representation. This show has it, and lets make sure it has the chance to continue.