you thought you had me trapped!

I dare let myself think for a second that I’m over you, and then the next moment my chest is heavy and yearning for you. How dare I fall so deeply into your trap… And how dare you let me when you had no intention of staying. How dare you tell me how connected you feel to me. How dare you kiss my neck and tell me I’m beautiful.

How dare you make me feel wanted, and how dare you fucking walk away.

—  3/29/16, 12:42 AM
The Horrors Of Spring | Chapter Three

Summary: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn. The four courts that serve as the pillars of the fae realm, united in peace, and yet their words could not be further apart. Natsu Dragneel, Prince of Summer, feels as though the weight of royalty will be his undoing. But when the Courts begin to gather, he soon discovers there are those far more trapped than he.

Rating: M                                      Words: 2980

Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two

A/N: So long time no update. Life is so busy lately and I am so stressed I am barely online at all these days and unfortunately I haven’t had the chance or the motivation to write any more of this but I thought since it had been a while since the last update I should at least post something.So here’s chapter three! I hope you enjoy it and that you let me know what you think! 

The Pinioned Princess

      “All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.” – Kait Rokowski

Natsu squirmed in his royal finery. Igneel had instructed him to dress in his best clothes for the Gathering of the Courts, but his best was not his most comfortable. His coat was tailored to fit him, but the red fabric felt heavy on his shoulders, another reminder of the burden of royalty. The high collar grazed his jaw every time he turned his head, and he didn’t even bother trying to fasten all the golden buttons. He’d rolled his black pants up to just below his knee and departed without any shoes, causing Igneel to frown at him when they had left for The Shared Plains, the place of the Gathering. Or as its centre was more commonly called, The Crossroads.

Igneel and Erza chatted idly in front of him as they crossed into neutral territory, but Natsu’s own thoughts were too occupied to offer much in the way of conversation. He noticed the way they both carried themselves with an air that requested respect, and he knew they both got it. It made him grimace to himself slightly. Natsu didn’t know how to give that sort of impression, but he was realising now that his dishevelled appearance wouldn’t help him much. The other fae gathered at The Crossroads would regard Igneel and Erza’s entrance in admiration, he was sure of it.

He did not know what kind of reaction he would get.

Gods, he really hated these gatherings. He would have fled for the day if not for the combined wrath of his father and his most trusted guard; and the desire to make a good impression on the Spring Court royals in order to find Lucy again.

“Something on your mind Natsu?” Igneel questioned.

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monobuu replied to your post “Name the worst meal you’ve ever had.”

Nantes, France: Ham and bananas hollandaise. I couldn’t really pinpoint what I disliked about it and to this day I’m unsure how I feel about it other than blegh. But I ate it all to be polite. And it will stick in my head until I’m old, Alzheimer’s could not rip this memory from me. Ugh.

I’ve had that! I’ve COOKED that.

It’s the hollandaise. It just doesn’t work with the baked ham and banana. 

issoylentgreen replied to your post “Name the worst meal you’ve ever had.”

What terminal were you in that Subway was the best option??

Some Southwest terminal. Subway wasn’t the best option but because I was trapped at my gate and it was across the way, it was the only option – nothing else was close enough and open. And I hadn’t eaten Subway in years and I thought, how bad can it be?


Also these food horror stories, you guys, are amazing, and are reminding me of one of my other terrible meals, which was in college at the end of the semester, when they ran out of ground beef and decided to make sloppy joe out of cubed leftover ham from the previous day’s carving station. I didn’t realize it was ham, not hamburger, until I bit into it and it resisted.

There are moments in life where you know things are not going the way you had planed. See, that beautiful women you see above is my wife’s younger sister. She had called me over for an “emergency” with my wife out of town I felt obligated to go help her. When I walked in the door I was greeted by this. She said
“Tim, I know she hasn’t fucked you in weeks. And judging by the tent currently straining the fabric of your jeans I think it’s fair to say the stories about your "talent” is true.“
I protested. It seemed like a trap to me.
"look, um, I’m flattered. I just you know, can’t.
She just had this stupid little coy smile.
"Oh, you can and I’m thinking you will. My sister sort of let herself go. And instead of jerking off to the thought of what this moment could have been when you get home. How about you bring that engorged little guy over here and let him do your thinking for a while and fuck the younger hotter version of your wife.”
I just stood there awestruck as she walked over took my wedding ring off my finger put it around her tongue stud and started blowing me.

“See I knew you could do it Tim. Now get on the bed”

10,19 and 89 w/ Bucky

10. “Promise me you’ll stay.”

19. “Stop talking about love for a minute and help me with this bullet wound.”

89. “Oh shit.”

Another day, another slay. Or so you thought. The team had got a message about another HYDRA base nearby, and even though they knew it could be a trap, they went on the mission anyway. That included you. You and Bucky had just cleared another corridor and were on your way to meet up with the rest of the team.

“How many d’you think the rest of the team killed?” You asked.

Bucky was just about to answer as a loud gunshot rung through the air. Pain erupted from your side. You looked down to see blood pooling through your top. 

“Oh shit.” Bucky mumbled just loud enough for you to hear. You stumbled but he caught you. You looked over his shoulder to see the HYDRA agent running away.

“Bucky…” You whispered, hardly audible.

He followed your gaze. “Not the time. We have to get you to the Quinjet, Y/N.” muttered.

Bucky stumbled out of the base with his arm around your shoulders to support you. He had offered to carry you, but you were strong, you weren’t going to let some little bullet wound stop you from walking. 

“Oh my god!” Steve cried. “What happened?” The rest of the team rushed up to you trying to offer you a hand, but you waved them off.

“It’s just a little bullet wound.” You shrugged.

“Just a little bullet wound?!” Tony shrieked. “Get her on the jet!” 

Bucky helped you onto the jet with the team following nervously behind. The team strapped themselves in as the jet took off, apart from Bucky who stayed by your side as you laid down. He held your hand as he rested his head on the side of the stretcher.

Just as your vision was starting to fade you heard Bucky mumble. “Please. Please be okay. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, I love you. Promise me you’ll stay.” 

You smiled to yourself. “Stop talking about love for a minute and help me with this bullet wound.” With your free hand, you had tried to pull the bullet out with no success.

Bucky looked up horrified.”Y/N! What are you doing?” This caused the team to stop their conversation and focus their attention on you. 

“Don’t shout in my ear Buck. And what does it look like? I’m trying to pull this bullet out.”

“Don’t you dare!” Nat screamed. “Bucky, hold her hands down!”

Bucky did what Nat told him and held your hands by your side, trying not to hurt you. 

“Y/N, just wait until we get back to the tower. Dr Cho will remove the bullet. It hasn’t hit a major artery, so you won’t have lost too much blood, but you need to stay still!” Sam informed. 

You stop wriggling and huffed. “Fine,” The team turned around to finish their discussion, occasionally  shooting you worried glances. You turned to Bucky, ”For what it’s worth,  I love you too.”

Bucky smirked and squeezed your hand, “I know, Doll. I know.”


“Give her back? Really Killian is that all you thought you had to do to get your daughter back? It’s all your fault she’s trapped here. We’ve met before and you know what I’m like. It’s not my fault you’re a stupid idiot. You’re going to have to try harder than that to get her back, you know I like a good game.”
“I swear to god if you lay a single hand on her, I’ll….”
“You’ll what kill me? We both know that’s not going to happen.”

I want to remember all of the things about you, but I’ve never wished to have flashbacks of our memories in the middle of talking to someone, in the middle of the roads, in the middle of the night, in the middle of laughing, I don’t want to be trapped between what we had and my anger on you. I want to remember that you’ve been part of my life, but thoughts about you are killing me.
Me or Your Computer?

Another small whine left from you as your tried to steal your boyfriend’s attention away from his computer. The other love of his life. Seriously, you were the mistress, you thought.

“Ahem.” clearing your throat loudly, you moved closer to Tim’s side of the couch.

“Are you getting sick Y/N? I told you not to go outside yesterday when it was at freezing point.” he reprimanded as he clicked at the computer.

Glaring at him, “If your laptop and I were trapped in a house fire and you only had enough time to save one, who would you save?”

Tim stayed quiet for a second too long to answer the question. “I…” he tried to find the words.

You stood up. “Tim! Are you seriously having to think about this!?” you threw your jacket at him. 

“No! Of course i would save you first but I know that I could save you both. Besides, everything is backed up on my laptop.” He explained and stood up to hold your arms. 

“You are on thin ice Drake.” you mumbled as he leaned in closer to you. 

“Well, how can I make this up to you?” he smirked. His hands moved down to your hips. 

You thought about it. “Turn off your computer and come join me in bed.” You whispered in his ear and walked away to the room.

Laying on the bed, you waited for him. Five minutes passed  and still no Tim. Climbing out of bed, you came back to the living room. There he was still on his computer.



“baby girl” luke whined against your neck, “please i need you.” you promised yourself you wouldn’t leave the party, that your mother had been planning for since last may, and fall into luke’s traps. his constant whining and thigh groping got to the point where you wanted to either slap him into next week or suck his dick like no tomorrow. “luke..” you seethed, “not right now doll.” he threw his head back in complaint as if he were a child.
you thought things were going quite smoothly after that, but not even a half hour later luke’s fingers traveled up and down your freshly shaved thighs. nipping at your earlobe he whispered things that had you dripping wet. “c'mon baby, you know how hard you make me.” finally you were fed up with it and told your mother you felt and and had to leave. you said your goodbyes and stormed out to the car. “what. the. actual. fuck.” you spoke through clenched teeth, “luke you can’t just decide that youre going to make me wet in the middle of my mothers party!” he looked at you sternly, “get in the car baby girl. now.” your eyes widen but you did exactly as commanded. the car ride was silently except for the soft hum of green day in the background, and all too quickly you had arrived home. you walked upstairs already knowing what was coming, your thighs squeezing together to release some of the built of tension luke was causing you. “now baby girl, i didnt like your attitude. you are mine, i get you when i want and where i want, understood?” he said as he lifted your chin up to look at him. “yes lu- daddy, i understand.” you quietly whispered. “i forgive you but baby girls with attitudes deserve to be punished, dont you think so y/n” he smirked at you while sitting down on the bed. “now, strip and lay over my lap,” he spoke too calmly and as just as fast as those words left his mouth you were naked and bent over his knee. “okay kitten i’m going to spank you 10 times, each time you are to apologize for having an attitude with daddy, are we clear?” you nodded your head quickly as you felt the harsh impact of his rather large hand on your backside. after luke had finished giving you your punishment he laid you down on the bed, “stay here beautiful i’m going to run you a bath.” the bathtub was soon full and the rest of the night was spent on cloud nine, with multiple orgasms and a lot of love.

i’ve been sitting here alone for hours.
the same spot we once laid, planning our future. we would adopt, “eventually!” i would say, because i was scared of fucking up another generation.
we used to hold hands and pick flowers.
a few drops just came down from the clouds.. or were they from my own eyes? remember that time the storm rolled in and we were trapped under this huge tree for hours? we kissed and danced and you said you would protect me from the thunder. we had to run back to your car, giggling and soaked.
a small couple just walked by and they stared at me. probably thought it was sad that i’m sitting here alone in the rain.
i wouldn’t be sad if you were here.
i’m sorry.
that’s all i can say.
i’m sorry.

anonymous asked:

your writing guts and stirs me. how wonderful it is, and i feel so enlightened after reading it. my question is, how does one go about making a pen name? i want to make a memorable and beautiful one, and i was wondering how you made yours.

thank you for the lovely sentiment! honestly, i’m obsessed with space (though i’ve always wanted to be called something like aster or iris) but i was sifting through a coffee table book one day & thought that jupiter had a nice ring to it bc it’s unique and it was also zeus’ roman persona. plus, it just happened to sound better than saturn haha. i’ve had people tell me they love it & people who think it’s outlandish, or boyish. but a pen name is all about you, so don’t get trapped into caving to what others think. i’ve always really liked the last name ‘reed’ it’s so soft and simple. reminds me of forests. what i’m trying to say is, i don’t think there’s any given formula to how to go about a pen name. is there a name out there you’ve always wished your parents had given you? maybe an actor or role model whose name you like? you can always google some pretty names & see what suits you & the persona you’re attempting to cultivate. 

masteredshadows  asked:

“are you going to say anything?” zed whispers, voice strained from days of disuse. “you walk in, you stare, you sometimes bring food, and then you leave. hardly how you treat a prisoner, shen.” he sneers. “I am trapped. you have me stuck, imprisoned, so—“ he explodes forward, trying to lunge at shen before his binds snap him back. “—SAY SOMETHING.” zed starts coughing, incapable of keeping his energy up after the weeks trapped in this room. "or kill me."

      He is so angry. There had been a time where he thought that capturing Zed, that bringing him back to the Kinkou in chains would solve everything. Shen had thought that he could sit down with this man, so drunk off of power and demons, and talk as they once had. He thought that he could speak to him not as the deranged commander of a misguided order, but as two leaders. As two men who stood tall; who had once stood together and could again. 

      Shen thought that his brother might need some convincing. Not of the brand that his father had offered them, but something more subversive; more gentle. Shen had watched the way brutality had changed Zed and he had told himself that if he could be softer than his father, he could fix everything. 

      The Stars had not foreseen that Shen would have to fight himself every step of the way.

       Silently he stands outside the spirit barrier where he has trapped the demons (and thus, the man who they cling to like barnacles on rock), staring at the tattered and torn and tired man who had caused him such a headache for so many years. 

       He could kill Zed. Like this, it would be easy. He could kill Zed and he would never have to think again about how he is supposed to speak to a man who has betrayed him so utterly and is still loved by him. He could end the heartache and the strife in one easy blow, Shen thinks, but he knows that the cannot. So he stands, stiller and stiller with each moment as he battles the aching tides in his chest. He wants to tear Zed to bits as much as he wants to embrace him as a brother as much as he wants to scream at him for everything he has ever done to Shen. 

      Somewhere, beneath the steel he calls skin, Shen is trembling. 

      There is nothing to say, Shen wants to tell him, but he cannot. So today, just like every other day in the week since Zed’s capture, Shen turns his back and leaves without a word.

Make sure to view this with sound and HQ! 

A little animation for Shinachiku and Tomoe! It’s really short and kinda crappy but I really wanted to give it a try. 

Tomoe pranks Shinachiku. Or he walks into another trap. You may interpret it however you like. ;)

I used the voices of Keiichi (Souichirou Hoshi) and Mion (Satsuki Yukino) from the anime “higurashi no naku koro ni”. I thought they’d make a good match. I’m not making any money out of this so please don’t sue me…

My Japanese is not that great yet so I relied on the original sub for this one.

I hope you like it~

voazkzrhovb  asked:

what do you think the 'big scam' that went horrifically wrong in the BPS was? Like, ralph had like chunks of skin missing, Naz's hair, JOHNNY'S HEAD IN THAT BEAR TRAP? ooh that made me wince each time i saw it DX. Like, what are you're theories as to WHAT the BIG BAD SCAM was?

I’ve always thought, like @book-o-scams that it was a horrible magic show that went wrong. Nazz looks as if she is in a magician box and it was sawed through. Eddy may have added things in like the bear traps, mouse traps.

The red button they were referring to could have been some laser light show that went horribly wrong.

But, really the scam has never been so important to me. It ended up being about the Eds journey. They are trying to get to know one another again instead focusing on an every day scam the audience sees.

And the series takes place in Eddy’s eyes. If he doesn’t want to remember something then we don’t get information about it.

As you were kissing me, all I was thinking about was how I never thought we would ever be so close again. Once we were done.. It was like I could see you leaving all over again and I had to close my eyes so I wouldn’t ask you to stay. I know I’m walking into trap and yet I’m still walking into your arms because as always I want you to prove me wrong.
—  I won’t tell if you won’t
I had walls around my heart.
You were never supposed to get in.
Yet you found that one loose stone,
And collapsed the walls it was trapped within.
—  //I Had My Heart Heavily Guarded// “But baby, you set it free.”
i’ve had a lot of time
to put this in perspective
but irrespective of choices
i am left with little
to go by. little to work with.

what have i learned?
sometimes the cage which
holds the bird back is
on the outside and the bird
is singing, let me in, let me in. 

what have i learned?
sometimes the poison is in
the words spoken, you don’t
see it, but it traps you, sucks 
you in. honey, you think
but it’s not as sweet
it still kills you, it still kills you
just more slowly.


 i’m tired of falling for the same tricks again and again. it’s so hard to admit it but we can never be friends.


Imagine picking a fight with Dean just so you can make up.

Dean looked at you exasperated, unable to believe the two of you were having this argument, again. He was sure the last time you fought about this, the two of you had come to an agreement.

“Really, Y/N,” Dean sigh throwing his arms into the air. “This again?”

You started to close the gap a devilish glimmer in your eyes. Dean eyed you suspiciously, a thought dawning on him.

“That’s cute,” he said with raised eyebrows mildly irritated.

You look up at him feigning innocence and he quickly grabbed your waist pulling you close to him, your chest flush with his, you gasping at the surprise contact.

“What’s cute, Dean? I’m serious!” You muttered, determined.

“You think if you piss me off enough, that we will make up and it will be as amazing as it was last time,” he said calling your bluff. He placed his hand on your check as you smiled, owning the fact that you were caught.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want what happened last time to happen a again?” You asked in disbelief.

“You realize that can happen without a fight, right?” He asked his lips only inches away from yours.

You took a sharp breath and sighed. “Oh really?” You said as you breathed him in.

Just then his hands were under your ass, and he lifted you as if you weighed nothing. You squealed and wrapped your legs instinctively around his waist your lips locking, Dean’s hand reaching to cradle the back of your head and reveal your neck.

“Really,” he breathed into your neck before latching onto your pulse point. “When I’m finished you’ll be begging me to do it again,” he promised.