#and ive been making lists of prompts but im curious

[danggirlronpa]

if i were theoretically to do prompts for a danganronpa f/f week/month, which would people prefer: prompts that relate to the games, prompts for different ships for each day, or vague prompts that can be interpreted?

[bts-bay-bee]

ruin you 4 (ruined)

Pairing: jeon jungkook x fem. reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 3309

Warnings: unedited work, they’re on a trip (me projecting because I want to be the one on a trip), loss of virginity (finally!), jungkook is a sweetheart, protected sex, oral (fem. receiving) fingering, making out, crying kink (it’s the last part of the story, I feel like I need to include this bc it was one of the prompts from the first part), light spit play, the “you want me? go ahead and have me” thing from his live,

A/N: this would’ve been done three days ago if my upstairs neighbour wasn’t being a dick. Also, this is unedited, so I’ll come back and edit it this weekend. If you see any mistakes, please read through them for the time being! Also also, this is my last fic on tumblr! You can check out my pinned post if you’re curious as to why I’m leaving. This is the 4th time ive tried posting this. i feel like im about to go insane. i think its the tag list??? ill start tagging people in like... an hour or so

“Taehyung’s car had to be towed, they’ll only be here tomorrow.” Jungkook complained, throwing his phone onto the coffee table after reading the text thread.

 “Ugh, can’t believe I’m stuck with you for like twelve hours.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you dodged the decorative pillow being thrown in your general direction. “I was joking, you big baby.”

 “And to think I was happy to have you alone for a while.” He sighed, pulling you down so that you were sprawled on top of him, unable to move in his tightening grip. There was once a time where Jungkook would flush red for days at the thought of just hugging you a second too long, but he was evidently long past that.

 You indulged him for a while, letting him move you in whichever position he was most comfortable in, and you eventually ended up beneath him, both your necks craned to keep an eye on the random show he had put on.

 Absentmindedly, you had begun scratching his scalp gently, the continuous and gentle motion quickly nudging him into an almost comatose state, only barely reacting when you spoke to him.

 “Jungkook?” You mumbled, drowsiness getting the best of you, probably the only reason why you were so nonchalantly bringing this up randomly. “Can we talk?”

 “What’s wrong?” He asked, cracking open a single eye to blearily focus on you.

 “So, I’ve been thinking…” You responded, swallowing the uncertainty away. “I want you to take my virginity.”

 “I know, we’ve spoken about this.” Jungkook frowned, his sleepiness ebbing away just as fast as it had come. “Why are you suddenly thinking about it?”

 “I mean, like… I want you to take it now.”

 Jungkook’s eyebrows almost shot up completely into his hairline as he choked on his own spit. Scrunching up your face, pushing away a spluttering Jungkook away from you, he was all but yelling at you.

 “Y/N, you can’t just say things like that when I’m literally on top of you –”

 “Well, that’s why I brought it up!” You defended, confused with his reaction. You take back what you said earlier; he evidently was not past his awkward phase. “It felt nice.”

 “Yeah, it did, and now we won’t be able to cuddle because I’m going to keep thinking about sleeping with you!” He grumbled, moving to the other couch, as if he was trying to put a decent amount of distance between you.

 With hurt evident on your face, you stared at him for a second in disbelief.

 “You say it like it’s a bad thing!”

 “It is when we’re in a town that we don’t know, with no condoms on hand! We don’t even know where the drug store is to get them! Or even Plan B!”

 Pursing your lips, you scowled at him. “Is that the only reason why you won’t sleep with me? We have no condoms?”

 “That, and I’m not letting you lose your virginity on a couch.” He sighed, running his hand through his hair, tugging on the ends in frustration. “I want you, but you deserve better than sofa sex.”

 “Then let’s go to one of the rooms,” You whined, standing up and pulling his hands gently. He gritted his teeth, annoyance shining through his features.

 “Are you not listening to me? We don’t have –”

 “We do, just come with me.”

 Ignoring his spluttering and (many) questions, you walked to the room you had claimed for the trip, rummaging through your hastily packed suitcase for the condoms you had purchased on a whim.

 “So, you planned this?” Jungkook asked, eyes narrowing in faux suspicion. “Did Tae’s car really have to be towed or did you just tell them to stay away?”

 “Your dick isn’t special enough to have a whole grand scheme, Jungkook.” You sighed exasperatedly while shoving your bag onto the floor. “Sorry to break the news to you.”

 “You don’t know, you haven’t had it yet.” He teased, pulling you down onto the bed. Rolling your eyes, you wondered if he had always been this annoying; you also wondered why you were so helplessly endeared by his foolishness. You froze after you realised you had been grinning at his stupid teasing. Well, that, was problem for another day.

 “Shut up and fuck me.” You grumbled, avoiding his eyes, unsure of how you would face him after being so brash.

 He clicked his tongue, ignoring your sudden shyness to pull you over him, forcing you to spread your thighs far apart to straddle him.

 “I promise I won’t be insufferable for the rest of tonight.” He promises, large hands running soothingly over your waist. You hummed in response (severely doubting how he could keep that promise, but whatever), your own hands resting on his shoulders, itching to cradle his face.

 “Kiss?” Your request came out mumbled, probably inaudible, but he indulged you.

 One of you sighed into the kiss, but with how close you were to one another, it was impossible to tell who it was. Regardless, you settled in, letting Jungkook’s tongue flit over yours, one of his hands coming up to your cheek to hold you closer.

 Leaning back into the pillows, his grip on your cheek and waist forced you to move downwards with him, suddenly crowding him with your familiar, sweet-scented perfume. In fear of falling onto him (which may have probably killed any sort of atmosphere you had going on), you pressed your hand into his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles move under your touch.

 “You know, I still have a promise to make good on,” He mumbled onto your lips. You hummed in response, not in the slightest caring about whatever he was talking about. “Been thinking about eating you out ever since I saw you ride your pillow.”

 Okay, maybe you should care about what he was talking about.

 You tried not to think back to the last time you and Jungkook had fooled around, you really did. You should burn with shame or embarrassment whenever you think about that phone call, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to.

 Remembering his words, guiding you through your first orgasm alone, promising you lewd things, you often found yourself wanting to phone him again, just for a repeat of that. But you always talk yourself out of it before you could even go to his contact on your phone.

 Now, with Jungkook under you, his eyes wide, almost pleading to eat you out, you still couldn’t find it in yourself to feel shame.

 “Okay.” You whispered, trying your hardest not to smile at his barely contained happiness. He quickly sat back up again, tossing his shirt off before tugging your own off.

 “I know you want this, but if you want to stop, just tell me, okay?” Jungkook murmured, pulling off your pants gently. You nodded, too focused on watching him settle between your legs to give any other indication that you had heard him.

 Quickly spreading your legs, he left a trail of soft, light kisses along your inner thighs, hooking his fingers in between your skin and underwear, gently dragging the material down the length of your legs.

 “Pretty…” Jungkook mumbled, mouthing at your inner thigh, his sucking definitely leaving more than just goosebumps behind.

 After leaving enough marks, he pushed your thighs up to his shoulders, his arms holding onto your propped up legs, forcing you to keep them open.

 “Still good, sweetheart?” He asked, eyes flinting over to you, finally looking at the way you had attempted to control your breathing. Mercifully, he didn’t say anything about the speed in which your chest had been rising, nor did he say anything about the glazed-over look in your eye, but he gave you a small smile. “Stay with me, yeah? Can I go further?”

 “Uh-huh.” You mumbled, reaching out to grab the bed sheets in an attempt to ground yourself. Noticing this, he couldn’t help but grin, reaching out his hand from under your thigh and holding it tightly. “I’m okay, Kook. Promise.”

 He hummed, breath fanning over your over sensitised skin. Placing a kiss over your mound, Jungkook then used his free hand to spread apart your folds, his tongue immediately contacting your clit.

 Barely acknowledging your gasp by lazily looking up at you, he quickly closed his eyes again, savouring the pure taste of you completely coating his tastebuds. Breathing out through his nose, the trickle of air made you even more sensitive than what you already were, your grip on his hand tightening.

 Changing up again, he enveloped your clit with his lips, his plushness sucking gently enough to make you lay back against the pillows entirely. Jungkook let his spit dribble onto your exposed folds, letting it drip down to your fluttering core, before using his free hand to slowly push his spit in.

 Trying his best to open you up slowly on a single finger, you appreciated his caution with you, his face showing just how serious he was about making sure you were okay. Even though you knew he wouldn’t tease you about anything you two had done tonight, you felt ashamed because you didn’t feel embarrassed by anything that had happened. You always thought this was going to be the most embarrassing moment of your life, but somehow, everything just felt right, and you–

 “Are you done looking at me like I hung up the stars?”

 God, even with his tongue on your clit and fingers shoved up you, he was still annoying.

 “You’re such an asshole sometimes,” You complained, opting to look up at the ceiling instead of at him.

 “Can this asshole add another finger?” He asked casually, the single finger in you never ceasing movement. Taking your silence as a yes, he easily slipped a second finger in, mouth going slack seeing how well you opened up for him. “Fuck, babe, see how well you’re opening up for me? Pretty pussy dripping all over my fingers.”

 You let out an involuntary whimper, absolutely loving the words spilling out of his mouth. He looked up at you, face full of cockiness, his fingers moving much quicker now. Unhooking his arm around your thigh, he moved up the bed, face coming right above yours.

 “Do you know how fucking wet you just got, baby?” He murmured into your ear. “Do you like it when I talk to you like this? Like being my good girl, being perfect for me?”

 He had slipped in a third finger in the middle of his sentence, barely being acknowledged by you because you were already so far gone in your pleasure, his voice only making everything hotter.

 “Kookie, don’t want to cum on your fingers.” You breathed, forcing yourself to open your eyes and look at him. He hummed non-committedly, ignoring your request and speeding up his fingers.

 “Where do you want to cum then, pretty?” He cooed, enjoying seeing you struggle to keep your focus on him. “On my tongue? Want me to lick up every drop of you?”

 “No!” You gasped, gripping his wrist so that he couldn’t fuck you open on his fingers anymore. “Cock please. Give it to me. Let me cum with you, please?”

 Jungkook said nothing, opting to kiss you hard, his tongue immediately coming into your mouth and licking in every corner it could reach. He pulled his fingers out of you, blindly reaching across the bed to find the pack of condoms you had haphazardly pushed away.

 “I wish I could’ve seen you buy these.” He panted, shoving off his pants after successfully locating the box. You grinned, admittedly tired, but ignoring your fatigue in favour of seeing him pull down his tight boxers, muscled thighs begging to have your hands over them. “You would’ve been so cute, all shy and embarrassed.”

 “Can you not call me cute while I’m waiting to be fucked?” You scowled, watching him unroll the condom over his length. Much like the first time you had seen his length, you felt saliva pool in the corners of your mouth, forcing yourself to remember to swallow. “Can I suck your dick?”

 “I thought you wanted to cum together?” He teased, propping open your legs again and gently wiping away stray strands of hair from your face. “I thought you were being romantic?”

 “I mean… Later. After. You know.” You spluttered, your brain not working at all after being touched so tenderly. He raised his eyebrow, a fighting off the grin on his face but he said nothing.

 He leaned up, the tip of his length catching against your entrance, and kissed you gently.

 “Still okay, baby?” He whispered, right hand running up and down your side as you squirmed. “Ready for me?”

 You nodded, bringing both your hands to the back of his head and tugging him down so that you could kiss him again. Feeling him slowly push into you, you had to remind yourself to breathe evenly, ignoring the dull ache of being properly stretched out, instead focusing on licking into Jungkook’s mouth.

 It felt as his length was burning you into two, his girth something you had evidently overlooked. Nonetheless, you tightened your legs around his waist, keeping him in place for a while, letting you get used to the sensation of having him in you.

 “Holy, fuck.” He breathed, burying his head in the crook of your neck. “Shit, you feel so warm and tight, and – fuck, Y/N.”

 Giving an experimental thrust after a few moments, he all but preened after hearing a small moan come from your parted lips. Quickly moving his mouth over yours, he swallowed every sound you made, forcing himself to let you adjust to being properly filled before he moved anymore.

 “Jungkook?” You mumbled, feeling boneless. He hummed, moving his kisses down to your jaw. “Want you.”

 “You want me?” He chuckled, breathless. You nodded helplessly, trying to get him to move. “Go ahead and have me, baby. I’m yours.”

 With that, his hands engulfed your own, holding them onto the bed as he begun properly thrusting into you, albeit small ones. Your breathing changed, somehow becoming even more ragged than they already were, but he took it in stride.

 His thrusts didn’t hurt perse, but there was the slightest discomfort, which had been greatly offset by how he slowly pushed his pelvic bone against your clit; the added sensation enough for you to throw your head back against the pillow.

 After a while of doing this, Jungkook snapped his head up to focus on your half-closed eyes, kissing the corner of your mouth.

 “Okay, baby?” He panted, muscles visibly tensing from holding himself back. “Can I go faster?”

 Nodding frantically, he bit down a chuckle, knowing that laughing mid-thrust was probably the fastest way to get him from the bed to the floor. He was ripped out of his thought when you let out a high-pitched moan, forcing him to get harder.

 “Always sound so pretty for me, hmm?” He mumbled, sweat starting to shine on his skin from his exertion. His skin kept hitting yours, not that you could complain, but the sounds in the room were absolutely filthy.

 You knew if you looked down, you’d find yours and his thighs reflecting the tiniest bits of light from having your arousal everywhere, but you were too embarrassed to do so. Acknowledging how wet you were meant acknowledging how much you liked this side of Jungkook; asking him to be your first had definitely ruined you for other men. Your mind was getting foggier with each time he thrusted into you, but he’d ruined your expectations for everything in a partner. You already knew that no one would compare to him.

 “Jungkook?” You mumbled, small moans escaping you with every thrust. He hummed, hips still smacking into yours, causing you to jolt up the bed. “Close…”

 “Close to coming for me, sweetheart?” He groaned, sneaking his hand between your bodies, thumbing at your clit. Grinning when he felt you clench around him, you tried to blink away the tears you felt burning at the back of your eyes.

 “Want to cum so bad,” You babbled, gasping when he started thrusting harder after seeing your eyes well up with tears. “Jungkook, please–”

 “Keep your eyes open,” He panted, length twitching inside of you, seeing the first tear fall down your face. “You said you wanted to cum with me, right?”

 Nodding quickly, hands running up his arms to anchor yourself, you felt yourself teeter on the edge, so close to coming that you felt almost delirious. He started thrusting deeper, pushing out more tears and inaudible moans out of you.

 With sweat beading on his forehead, he panted out a couple curses. “Fuck, Y/N, cum for me. You look so pretty like this, all fucked out. Been so good for me, so perfect–”

 You came in the middle of his sentence, your moaning and panting cutting him off as your core muscles clenched around him. Feeling boneless, you were so lost in your own high that you didn’t even realise he had tensed up above you, groaning your name straight into your ear, filling the condom with his cum.

 After a few minutes, Jungkook sat up to face you, his chest still rising unevenly. “Are you feeling okay, baby?”

 Nodding, you tried smiling at him, but you don’t know if your tiredness allowed it. “Feel amazing.” You mumbled, cradling his cheek with one hand.

 “You look so pretty when you cry.” He said softly. You breathed out through your nose, laughter bubbling on your tongue. “I don’t know if it’s a fucked up thing to like, but I like knowing I give you so much pleasure that you don’t know how to handle it.”

 “You’ve had a thing for me crying ever since you taught me how to go down on you,” You teased, pushing strands of his hair back. “Going down on you didn’t exactly give me the pleasure you’re talking about.”

 “You just look really pretty after I’ve ruined you.” He poked back, kissing your fingertips. You tried not to roll your eyes at his cockiness, but you couldn’t help but agree with him.

 “Yeah,” You sighed, thinking back to how your realised no one could ever match up to him. “You kind of have ruined me, you know? Where am I supposed to find a boyfriend who holds my hand while they eat me out? You’ve ruined me for everything after you.”

 Jungkook paused, contemplating his next words carefully, before sighing, gathering the courage.

 “I can be your boyfriend who holds your hand and eats you out,” he said softly, forcing himself to look at you. “I want to be your boyfriend. I want to hold your hand even when I’m not eating you out.”

 You tried supressing your giddy grin, but obviously failed, after seeing Jungkook whine at you.

 “Stop laughing at me while I still have my dick in you!”

 “I’m not!” You defended, giggles skipping through your throat, unable to suppress your joy. “I’m just trying to think of a way to remind my boyfriend that he promised I could suck his–”

[ziptieparty]

i havent seen anyone alloromantic specifically talk about their experiences in aplatonicism, so i thought that more input from a different perspective could be useful?

i relatively recently (maybe 2-3 months ago) saw someone use the word "aplatonic" to describe themselves, and several things clicked into place with me, my general thought process being something like "of course theres a subset of aspec labels for platonic attraction, people feel romantic and sexual attraction separately so obviously theres a platonic side to." and i left it at that for awhile but something about it stuck with me.

i suppose ill start at the beginning,

when i was a kid i was mainly friends with boys, and for awhile i attributed this to being trans and just relating more to male peers. i do still believe this to be a factor but now thinking back on it i realized there was a pattern to my relationships.

at one point or another, i had had crushes on almost all of them.

i realized all at once that the only reason i had even spoken to a majority of my childhood friends was because i had been romantically attracted to them at the beginning of our friendships.

now, i can anticipate some kind of argument along the lines of "thats just how crushes and friendships grow with everyone" or some such nonsense

but i can say with my whole chest that thats not what was happening.

im not very good at explaining things in a way that makes sense to most, but i will attempt to be as clear as possible.

a lot of people wanted to be my friend.

i was funny and loud and friendly to my classmates. i liked to play tag at recess and brought pokemon cards and my tamagotchi to school before they were banned. i shared the parts of my lunches i didnt want, i stood up to bullies, and sat with people that were alone.

but that was about the extent of it

i was friendly

but i was never your friend

i generally considered myself a "loner" and no matter how friendly or talkative or persistent or technically compatible my classmates were-

it never took.

i just. wanted to do what i wanted to do.

i had kids i interacted with often and i named them friends when prompted to list any, but i never actually. spoke to them? it was more like i sat next to them and we did things alongside eachother (parallel play style) and i would say little things to them like hello or good morning or maybe that i liked their shoes but i never like. discussed what i liked with them or vice versa. i couldnt tell you a thing about them beyond their names.

this pattern continued until i started to develop crushes, suddenly i was initiating contact with kids without outside factors. i sat with them and gave them the sweet parts of my food and for the first time

i asked them questions

i wanted to know if they liked the cartoons i did and who their favorite characters were, i was curious about what they liked and what they thought. their input mattered to me.

a majority of my relationships from then on followed similar patterns, i thought they were cute or funny and so i talked to them and could tolerate the connection that followed.

i didnt keep my feelings for a lot of them of course, i had no way of knowing who these people were before getting to know them but the point still stands; i had to have a crush on them first.

this wasnt always the case with my friends, sometimes when i would interact with someone the stars would align and id stay in contact somehow and id end up with a friend that didnt start with romantic feelings.

my life gets messy from my teens on and i will spare you my life story, but i ended up in a position that i only had one person i could pass off as a friend. the relationship was just like the ones from my early childhood, i just kind of existed alongside her and i couldnt really tell you anything about her.

ive never formed bonds with anyone without outside influence and the ones i did were rare or romantic at first. isolation doesnt really bother me, i dont like or need to talk to people often, my own family barely knows me and has to force my interaction

sometimes i kind of joke with my husband that id never had a real friend before because i could never tell him anything about the friends i still had when i had met him, and now i think i have the words to describe why?

im not entirely sure what i should label myself, demiplatonic fits but i feel is a disservice to the people that i was or am friends with that were faster and didnt start romantically. perhaps grayplatonic or something but im just going with aplspec for the moment.

[jeonggukieverse]

Office Buddies

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: Idiots to lovers, Office AU!, Best friends AU, Friends To Lovers, fluff

Warnings: language, over dramatic reader (lol)

Word count: 2k+

Summery: Jungkook is your best friend. He has been since you both started working at the company. So when you see his teammates teasing him, it gets to you a little. You attempt to reassure him but ending up confessing more than you should have

A/N: This is my first ever story so it probably sucksss. Im open to critisismes and story suggestions. Ive wanted to write for a long time and I'm finally biting the bullet and doing it with a Drabble I've had in my drafts for a while. Hope you enjoy it anyways

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You were absolutely fuming. You were enraged. You needed to find Jungkook. You spotted him chatting away on the phone on the other side of the office. He looked busy but at this point you didn’t care. You marched over to him, plopped yourself down on the spare chair and let out an exasperated huff. You could tell by his dishevelled demeanour that the phone call he was on wasn’t a pleasant one:

“That’s fine Mr. Kim, I’ll have them to you by tomorrow morni- Tonight? Oh-okay. Will do…”

Of course, it wasn’t pleasant. No conversation with Jinyoung was ever pleasant, especially when Jungkook was involved. You hated how Jinyoung treated Jungkook, it felt very exploitative especially when everyone in the office knows how shy Jungkook is and his aversion to the word ‘no’. To ask him to do more than his share was just cruel but then again, everyone in the stupid company was like that. Cruel. Cruel and patronising

As you were finishing your thoughts, Jungkook let out an exasperated huff of his own.

“what did he want this time?” you asked, curious as to what above and beyond task Jinyoung had given Jungkook.

“He wants a couple of reports written up and finalised by tonight” Jungkook trailed off as he wrote out his list of newly bestowed tasks on a sticky note

“How many is a couple?” You asked sceptically “Thirteen..”. At this point you were in even shocked anymore just frustrated.

“Jungkook, why don’t you just tell that lazy bastard to fuck off”

“Because I’ll be fired, princess” Jungkook repled. You hated that little name he had for you, don’t get me wrong you thought it was sweet but its origins rub you the wrong way. He had given it to you two years prior after one of your many, in his words, ‘tantrums’.

“why are you over here anyway, don’t you have reports of your own to be working on?” he cocked his head while he gazed at your still slouched figure.

However, his question reignited the anger that prompted you to even approach him.

“That’s what I came over to talk about. I need to rant a little and if I do it here, I’ll lose my job and be dragged out to the nearest mental facility. So, would you be so kind as to join me for lunch so I can get my feelings out away from the premises”.

He chuckled at how dramatic you are and gave you simple nod as he began to get ready. He popped on his long winter coat. You loved that coat on him. You loved everything he did.

“Where are you off to Jon Snow?” quipped one of the members of his team. The table of the chuckled in response. This had been a running joke for about a month now. Jungkook had started growing his hair longer at first you were sceptical but you curse yourself for ever having doubted the ability of jeon Jungkook’s face to make any hairstyle look good.

“Ha Ha” replied Jungkook both Ha’s dripping in sarcasm. You loved when Jungkook stood up for himself. It made you smile.

You both sauntered over to get your coat and you both walked out of the office doors. Everyone was used to seeing you and Jungkook together, ever since your first days here you two had been inseparable. You had met at your first day of training 5 years ago and hit it off pretty well. You two were the most perfect contradiction: He was, the quiet, shy boy that had his shit together and knew everything. You were you outspoken girl that had no idea what was going on. You made the best pair. That’s why he was your best friend.

Best friend

A very bitter sweet phrase to you. You couldn’t quite remember when you first fell in love with Jeon Jungkook but you knew your were head over heels for him and had been for some time. He was the perfect human being. Kind, friendly, dedicated, extremely gorgeous and absolutely out of your league. You knew he only saw you as a friend but, if that was enough for him, it was enough for you. You loved him as a person before anything else. If he was happy, so were you.

“So, what’s got you all riled up princess?” Jungkook questioned as you both sat at your regular table in Starbucks. This table has seen everything from tears of sadness to tears of joy and everything in between. This table was the cornerstone of yours and Jungkook’s relationship. At one point as you walked pass the shop you both spotted people in your spot to which you both admitted to each other that the sight made you both a little jealous. It was silly but it made sense to you both.

“Julie is a bitch. She absolutely has it in for me. I sent her Every. Single. Unreasonably demanding. Report. Yet it was somehow still wrong because I printed them on double sided paper. Sorry I care so much about the trees Julie. Why don’t you go outside and tell mother nature that you don’t give a fuck about the environment. Hmm, how about that Julie” you blurted your monologue before taking a targe sip of your Frappuccino. Jungkook stared into his black coffee trying to suppress his laughter.

“I’m sure she’s probably still mad that you turned her son down” Jungkook suggested trying to brighten your mood

The memory of that little cretin made you shudder “I thought we promised we’d never speak of that! Like, who thinks an appropriate way to start a conversation is ‘hey, nice ass he he he’” you cringed at the thought while Jungkook snorted at the idea. “I mean he wasn’t lying” Jungkook said still chuckling “Don’t you start!” you chuckled back trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in your stomach at the idea that Jungkook had checked you out before

“But in all seriousness, if you really feel like she’s targeting you report it to her manager” Jungkook suggested  

“Sweetheart, I could give you the same advice…” you retorted back

“That’s different, Jinyoung is the vice president of the company. If I show him, I can work hard, that looks really good on me and puts one step closer to my goal” Jungkook said staring into his coffee as he spoke. You could tell he was trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince you. Jungkook’s goals were clear. Ever since his first day his goal has remained the same, he wanted to be the head of the advertising and marketing team. Jungkook was a big ball of energy and creativity just begging for an outlet. He had so many ideas all he was waiting for was the right person to ask him what they were. He had big plans and you wanted to see them all happen for him but at the same time, seeing him be walked over was too much for you to bare.

“I understand that but it’s still not fair JK. You got to tell him to shove it sometimes” you said with a light chuckle to soften the seriousness of your concern

“I know princess, I’ll try but until that time comes, I have thirteen reports to file by the end of tonight”.

“I’ll help you finish them! I’ll just stay a little later and we can work thorough them together!” you beamed. Jungkook was always the first to help when you had been given extra work cause Julie felt like you hadn’t suffered enough that day. “I won’t take no for an answer JK. Plus, I won’t even take credit so Jinyoung will think you did it all on your own. I will accept ice cream as my compensation instead”. Jungkook smiled at your antics and begrudgingly agreed to your terms.

As you trudged back to the office you couldn’t help but notice the way Jungkook’s hair blew in the wind. He truly was a sight to behold. He was an effortlessly ethereal being and it made you want to cry. You wanted to tell him how good it looked but you always hesitate to compliment Jungkook. You think that part of you is hesitant to because you’re scared, he might sense the deeper meaning behind your compliment and that terrified you. You were terrified of ruining this. But you were just complimenting a friend, right? I mean, Jungkook had complimented you many times. He would say things like ‘I’m in love with your new coat, it really looks good on you’ or ‘I’m in love with your hair today’ and you could tell it was just platonic so it wouldn’t make any difference if you did the same, right?

“I’m in love with your- “

“Do you need to b- “

You both spoke at the same time. You took this as your sign from the universe that those words shouldn’t have left your mouth.

“you go first haha” you quickly injected denying him any chance to question what you were about to say

“I was just gonna ask if you had to be home at a specific time?” Jungkook questioned

“Preferably before midnight cause you know beauty like this doesn’t just happen, ya girl needs her beauty sleep” you joked desperately trying to mask the sinking feeling that you were just seconds ago about to humiliate yourself. You desperately hope he’d move past and not ask what your intended words for him were. Fortunately enough for you, he did.

“Of course, princess, I’d never keep you up past your bed time.” You were only 9 months younger than Jungkook but boy did he never let you forget it. “Thanks grandad” you both chuckled at each other’s childishness before you strolled back into the office.

You reached your seat first and you watched Jungkook return to his.

“The king of the north has returned” snorted his desk mate

“Very funny Joe” Jungkook returned with humoured smile. Jungkook’s team loved to tease him but you do think they beat a joke to death sometimes.

A few hours into working you can still hear Joe teasing Jungkook about his hair. You understood Jungkook was a grown man who could take care of himself but he was also your best friend and you were fiercely protective of him. At this point you knew him like the back of your hand and you could tell the jokes were starting to get to him.

So, you whipped out your phone to text him what you were going to say earlier in person.

“I’m in love with you- “

Send

You stare at the delivered message underneath the blue bubble in disbelief. You were such an idiot. How the hell are you going to come back from this? Your whole world began to tumble as you began to imagine the worst scenarios’ possible. Was he going to think you were weird and stop talking to you? Was he gonna say ‘it’s probably best if we keep our relationship professional’? would he think you were joking? You prayed it was the latter.

After your panic, your mind went into damage control mode and you quickly began to type your explanation to him but before you could even hover your finger over the send button the terrifying deliver sign turned into something more sinister:

‘Read 14:12’

Your heart stopped. You looked up toward his direction before you could even think and he was already staring straight at you. Big Bambi eyes piercing your soul. Almost searching the inner crevices of your heart to see if you were telling the truth.

You prayed he wouldn’t see it. The honesty behind your mistake.

He looked down and began typing.

You felt your phone vibrate in your hand but your eyes never tore from his form. You had seen the way he threw his phone in his desk drawer after sending the message and your heart began to pound in your chest. This was the end.

You look down to check which way he chose to break your heart. You mustered the courage to read the words that would destroy you and they read:

“I’m in love with you too. Since that day that greasy dweeb asked you out, I knew I was in love with you. The thought of you potentially being with someone else almost tore me apart. I love you”

This was going to be a very interesting overtime session

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Hope y'all enjoyed it

[plsimsuchasimp]

i’m sorry (ft: sugawara).

by request: “Hi!!!! Okay im so glad your requests are open - could I please request some angst with Sugawara? Where the reader is his best friend and secretly loves him but he doesn’t know? Then maybe the reader and Suga fight and then reader gets hurt or something (maybe a car accident) and when the Karasuno team finds out, Suga is devastated and goes to the hospital and tell the reader that he loves them?? Thank you!! ❤️” -anon

yes anon i’m happy to do this- i kinda changed up the prompt a lil bit so i’m sorry about that but i hope this measures up to your standards! (i’m ridiculously soft for suga so this makes sense)

genre: sadness (literal tears were shed in the process of making this)

ft: sugawara koushi x reader

warnings: car crash, fighting, cursing, hospitalization, death

wc: 2k

“Y/n, why are you so upset? I get that you’re concerned, and I’m grateful for that, but she’s genuinely a good person and I’m serious about her!” Suga walks away from you, his back turned, shoulders raised slightly in his sweater. You can sense his frustration, his confusion, but you don’t care. His face is pouty, lip sticking out ever so slightly, and you know you can’t look at him or you won’t be able to keep yourself from kissing him right then and there.

The thing is, you know she’s a good person. And that’s what hurts. See, you’ve been in love with Sugawara Koushi since the day you met him at the bus stop five years ago, on a hot summer day with a butterfly in his hair.

You can’t stop him from getting a new girlfriend, and you know it’s selfish of you to hope he likes you the way you like him, to hold on to him for all these years.

Sometimes when it’s late, you let yourself drift into your memories. The spring days when he would take you hiking, out into the mountains to show you his favorite spots, the times when your stomachs hurt from laughing at the dirty jokes he found off of random places on the internet, the rainy moments and baking cookies when it just seemed calm. With Suga, you felt at home like nowhere else. 

Now, your eyes sting unfairly, and you turn away from him as he glares towards you, brow furrowed. Struggling to keep your voice even, you say, “I know, okay Kou? I just- I don’t know, she gives me bad vibes.”

You know he doesn’t mean to be rude, but when he scoffs, your heart squeezes just a bit and tears prick your eyes. “You’re telling me to call off a whole relationship because she gives you bad vibes? You did this with all of my exes, too!” Suga sighs, hands on his hips. “You know you’re my best friend, but honestly, y/n, this has to stop. You can’t control my life!” 

He’s right. You know he’s right, and that’s the harsh thing about it. You want him all to yourself- everything about him is entrancing, intoxicating, familiar. Jealousy is a bitch.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

At this point, his jaw drops open at the sheer audacity of your remark. “I can’t do this with you today.” He throws up his hands and sits on the bed, making it clear he doesn’t really want to talk anymore.

Suga never really fights with you. He teases endlessly, but he always stops himself before he really hurts you, and the fights between the two of you are always calmer on his side. He’s usually the first to apologize, but it seems this is a sticking point for the two of you.

“Well? Go!” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he regrets it. You flinch backwards at his words, and he doesn’t miss the unmistakable glint of tears in your eyes as you walk out of the room.

“Fine, I guess I will!” As soon as you’re outside, you cover your mouth with your hand, your vision blurred from large drops threatening to spill from your eyelashes. You muffle your sobs with the sleeve of a sweatshirt Suga lent you, and it just makes you cry harder when you breathe in his slight cologne. 

He wasn’t going to let her go this time. You missed your chance.

You’re running, but where to? As soon as your thoughts stop spinning, your feet freeze, and you glance around you. Shaky breaths escape you as you duck your head and attempt to cross the street, questioning looks from passerby making your cheeks heat up. 

All of a sudden, you hear a car horn and freeze to see a car speeding towards you, out of control. The last thing you see before everything goes black is a child pointing at you, and you almost laugh at the incredulity of the situation. Then you black out on impact.

Back at Suga’s home, he sits in his bed, running his fingers through his silky hair. He curses under his breath, already hating the feeling. 

He hates when the only person he’s ever truly loved is mad at him. 

Honestly, Koushi can’t fathom why he keeps getting other people to date him, momentary distractions from his everlasting affection for you. You, the only person who’s there for him when he’s hurting, the only real friend to stay near him through everything, the only person he fell in love with on first sight. He wanted to be with you, but he didn’t want to ruin this was. 

Better to be certain friends with you and never get what he truly wanted than to try and lose you completely.

Suga picks up the phone to text you when he receives a call from an unfamiliar number, marked as the hospital of your district.

“Hello?"

“Is this Sugawara Koushi?” The female voice on the other end of the line asks.

“Yes, is everything okay?” He responds, curious as to why the hospital is calling him in the middle of the day.

“Well, we have Y/N L/N here, and you’re listed as one of their emergency contacts. Would you mind coming to the hospital to fill out some paperwork?”

Immediately, his world freezes. “W-what did you say?”

“I said, Y/N L/N is in the hospital and we need you to come in and see them.” She’s patient with him, voice even and calm, clearly used to people in shock from news of their loved ones. “They were involved in a car accident.”

He nods, momentarily forgetting she can’t see him. “Yeah, I’m on my way.” 

The line clicks, and he sits there for only a minute before hurrying down to his car, grabbing the keys and starting the car. He seems to forget basic movements, mind consumed only with thoughts of you. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered, edging above the speed limit on the road. He was tempted to honk at someone, but refrains from it, knowing it won’t help with the turmoil of emotions he was feeling.

Then, it hit him. This was his fault. He almost stopped the car in the middle of the road, throat closing as guilt washed over him. Koushi didn’t know you’d take it so hard, didn’t mean for it to come off that harshly.

He arrived at the hospital, and as he walked in, the receptionist looked up at him.

“Sugawara Koushi?” 

“Yes,” he said, and watched the smile slowly fade from her face. He noticed she tried to hide it, ducking her head, but it was too late. “Are they- are they going to be okay?” he gulped as she didn’t respond.

“Room 208,” she said curtly, “You should probably go in.”

The lights seemed to blur into each other as Suga practically ran to your room. Every footstep seemed to take forever, travel only a few centimeters forward. He couldn’t get there fast enough, accidentally bumping into the wall and muttering a hushed “sorry” to it.

He arrived. The door was almost too heavy, or maybe it was just the fear making his limbs heavy as lead.

There you lay, and it was worse than he thought.  Tubes of all sorts trailed from your body to things around the bed, crowding and seeming to close you in. Scratches ran down your cheek and there was dried blood on your hairline, streaking down your face. The breath fell from his throat and he stood in the doorway, paralyzed. 

This could not be happening. 

One look and he could tell you weren’t going to be okay. An IV drip led into your left arm, and you were unconscious, so fragile, so angelic. It looked as if you were only sleeping, like the countless times you’d snuggled into Suga’s shoulder in the warm summer nights, staring at the blanket of glittering stars far above. The ones in your eyes, though, outshone them all. 

When you slept, you always seemed so peaceful, so comforted, but now your brow was slightly furrowed, your lips drained of color and slightly parted. Even in this state, you were still the most beautiful person he’d ever seen.

Shakily, he made his way to the chair and sat down in it. He tried to swallow, but his throat was dry, and tears were dripping down his face before he could wipe them away. A choked sob escaped him as he reached out his hand, hovering over your limp one. 

He took your hand, and he hunched over to feel how cold it was. Your hands were always colder than his, which made him a perfect match for you. Never before, though, had he felt this ice. 

Suga’s shoulders began to shake, and he clutched your hand, silently begging you not to leave, please please please don’t leave me, i don’t know if i can survive without you. Of course, there was no response but the steady beep of the heart monitor, the only thing reassuring him that you were still there. 

Shaking, he brought your hand to his lips, barely brushing them against your knuckles. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Whispered words fell gently from his lips, trying to stay composed for you. “Please stay with me. Please don’t leave.” His tone rises, voice breaking in desperation. “P-please.” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He rocked back and forth, holding your hand as if it was the only thing tying him down. “I-I love you.”

There. He said it, those three words he’d wanted to say since the day he saw you smile for the first time. Hopelessly, madly, endlessly in love with you, only you. 

When you didn’t respond, he let himself sob, let the pain overtake him. Hot, salty tears spilled onto your hand, and he silently wished for a sign, a movement, anything to show that you weren’t gone just yet.

In that moment, he whispered everything he wanted to say to you, a thousand words choking him and clogging his throat to the point where he couldn’t breathe anymore.

The doctor came in, shutting the door silently behind him. “Sugawara-”

“Call me Suga.” His voice was quiet, reserved, threatening to break.

“I’m afraid y/n isn’t going to make it.” The doctor sighed, mercifully pretending not to notice Suga’s muffled cry. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“You’re joking, right?” Suga raised his head, puffy, red eyes desperate. “Please- tell me you’re joking.” The silence from the doctor told him otherwise, and Suga felt his heart shatter in that instant.

He squeezed your hand, and just as he did, the heart monitor stopped beeping, a flat tone emitting from it. He couldn’t stop the heartbroken cry from spilling from his mouth, his breath stolen by the endless constriction of guilt and grief in his chest. 

He stayed there for another two hours, crying over your hand limp in his grasp. When Daichi arrived at the hospital to drive him home, he didn’t want to leave. 

Suga stared out of the car window, numb. It was impossible- the world couldn’t be this cruel. 

It’s your fault, your fault, your fault, the voice in his head whispered. The broken sobs that spilled out of him hurt, stabbed at his breathing, but he didn’t care. It was his fault that you were gone, forever. 

The rest of the day passed in a haze, the sun setting with flared colors that you would have loved. The stars were brilliant, but Suga couldn’t look at them. His pillow smelled like you, and everywhere he looked had some imprint, some memory of you. You were the only person he’d ever love, and you had been stolen from the world in an instant.

In the months afterwards, nothing was the same. He saw you everywhere, expecting to see your texts pop up on his phone, accidentally ordered your drink at the boba place you would always go to. 

At the funeral, his stiff black suit seemed awkward, but you always said he looked handsome in one. That was the last time he got to see your face besides pictures, the fading memory of the person who loved him for who he was.

the person who he would love for the rest of his life.

you’re an angel in my eyes.

a/n: tbh this is probably one of the most painful things i’ve written so far suga im so sorry also THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 50 FOLLOWERS ITS CRAZY i finished this at 2am i’m going to be so sad if it flops <\3

[nanasarea]

FOOL IV

☽Prompt: You never knew helping a poor girl would end up making you such a fool for love

☽ Genre: fluff, suggestive, angst, crack, supernatural au, high school au

☽ Pairing: reader x chenjimark

☽ a/n: skajhdsak im so sorry it took so long for any reader x chenjimark action, I needed to set the background info.

☽ Word count: 0.9k

☽ Tag list: @jensungf​ @bumblebeenct  @neocrush​ @wownajaemin

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After the schools joined, the witches did a moving spell so your school got transferred right next to Superno and so, the two schools merged. You got new classmates, new classes, but most importantly, new friends.

You became close to the whole gang, but mainly to Jeno, mainly due to him being close to Yoojin while the twins bonded with their new big brother.

One night, Jeno was telling you and Yoojin the whole story of the previous school years, starting with his relationship with yon and ending with yon taking down their headmaster.

While Yoojin was half asleep in Jeno’s arms, you excused yourself, not wanting to third wheel. Besides, you were growing hungry in there.

You opened the kitchen door and noticed someone slightly jump.

“Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to scare-” “Don't worry about it! I was just scared that you were Jisung. He keeps complaining about my late night snacking. Hypocrite.” The guy cut you off.

You laughed and approached the storage room he was next to. “Pass me one, will ya?” You asked, he nodded and handed you one of the blood bags while smiling.

“I don’t get these blood bags, y’know, like what’s the point? Where’s the pulse?” You said, leaning against the counter and starting to drain the bag before fake puking, causing Chenle to laugh.

“i’m sorry to be the one to break it to you, but vampires dont feed on humans as much.” He said, finishing his own bag.

“That sucks.” You bother chuckled. “D-do you mind if I feed on you? I’m not use to it yet and that blood was extremely weak so” You asked, causing him to get flustered.

“Um, sure” He cleared his throat and licked his lips, trying hard to calm himself down. “Oh, if you're uncomfortable, you don-” “No, no ones ever feed on me before is all.” He cut you off, reassuring you, so you walked closer to him.

“If you're 100% sure.” You looked at him, hesitant if you should move closer. He nodded, pulling his shirt away from my neck.

You moved in, an inch away from his neck and tried your hardest not to faint. His blood smelled so good. You took a deep breath and quickly dug your teeth into this shoulder and started to feed.

As you suspected, his blood was sweet, but not like candy, like a cherry or a plum. His blood was sweet in a fruity way and combined with the fact that it was slightly colder, considering the fact that he was near the fridge, his blood slightly resembled a cold cherry drink with all natural sugar, it was enticing.

You barely heard the moan coming out of his mouth, as you were too preoccupied with his taste to clearly hear anything, but you know that you heard it.

You quickly stopped yourself before getting carried away, wiping your mouth with your hand and clearing your throat.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” You said it, a tad bit nervous but mainly embarrassed of how much you enjoyed it.

“No problem, any time.” He smiled, hoping you hadn't heard what you heard, but knowing that you probably did. With that in mind, he quickly told you a good night and made his way to his room.

You looked at the direction he went and lightly licked the remains around your mouth.

You always had a thing for type O blood.

It had been a week since you had fed on Chenle and you missed it, you missed him, his blood and the taste of it, but its not like you could ask him to do it again, you felt bad enough the first time.

But the main problem was that this meant that you couldn't get anything but bunny blood bags, which was exhausting you. It didn't give you the energy or filled you up like humans blood did, like blood straight from the vein did. 

You didn't go out and search for people to feed on, you didn't want to do that to those people, but you knew that you needed to feed off of someone.

You frequently went into the kitchen to get as many blood bags as possible, trying to fill yourself up, unsuccessfully of course.

In those few weeks that you had been at the school, you weren't the only one unsuccessfully trying to get rid of your yearning, you see, Jisung had developed a crush on you, a big one, he swore that the only time he felt so deeply about someone was when he watched frozen. 

That of course, left him flustered every time he talked to you or was even in the same room as you, which was inconvenient, because you usually had the same snack time as him, which led to hours of talking in the kitchen as you downed as much blood as you could and he made himself some ramen. 

“You’ve what now?” Jisung asked, almost chocking on his ramen as you chuckled, patting his back.

“I’m 121 years old, of course I’ve had multiple partners, what about you, wolf boy?” You asked back, curious as to why he had asked you about it in the first place.

“Um, none.” He admitted, looking down at his noodles as he quietly tried to slurp them. 

“So, what I’m hearing is that those kissable lips of yours have never been on another?” You asked, leaning against the counter across from him while you stared at his lips and sucked on the bag’s port.You could hear him gulp down his food as his heart beat sped up.

“Pretty much....wait kissable lips?” He asked, his eyes slightly widening. “So kissable, it’s like they’re screaming for me to kiss him.” You continued to explain, focusing your gaze towards his eyes. 

“Well, why don’t you listen to them?”

[jostens-pitch]

24 fluff for snowbaz?

i saw this and IMMEDIATELY came up with the keychain idea thank u so much !!!

from this prompt list !

SIMON

i wake up to a small sun keychain laying on the pillow bazs head is supposed to be.

curious, i reach out and grab it and examin it between my fingers. its no bigger than a ping pong ball and the sun is painted a bright yellow with a soft smile upon its face. its rays are spikes that have been rounded out so it doesnt cause any harm, which makes me smile.

i close my hand around the sun and i crawl out of bed to find baz. i know he mustve been the one to leave the small gift for me.

hes sitting at the kitchen table like he usually is in the mornings, sipping some tea and reading a novel hes been enjoying recently. i notice that penny isnt here; she must already be in class.

baz hears me walking over and looks up from his book, smiling when he sees that im holding the sun keychain in my hand.

“good morning, snow. glad to see youre alive.”

i snort at his comment and flick his head with my fingers before sitting down across from him. i know my hair must be a mess and im not wearing anything besides some ratty trackies, but baz still looks at me like im the best thing in the room.

i dont think i’ll ever be used to that.

i place the keychain gently on top of the table. “any reason as to why i woke up to a sun on my pillow?”

baz chuckles as he picks up the sun and rolls it around in his hands. theres a soft smile on his face that i dont get to see too often: i cant help but smile with him.

“this reminded me of you.” he says, still looking at the keychain softly.

“me?” i ask. the keychain is something small and almost innocent looking. i squint at it and try really hard to see why this wouldve reminded baz of me.

“yes, you. its a sun.” baz says like its the most obvious thing in the world.

i roll my eyes. “i can see that, but why would that remind you of me?”

“remember when i told you that you were the sun and i was the moon?”

i nod my head.

“i meant that, simon. youre the sun, something warm and essential and lovely. im the moon, cool and following wherever you go.” baz explains. hes looking at me now, our eyes are connected and he looks so sure of what hes saying.

“oh,” is all i can bring myself to say.

i will never be used to these things, these small declarations of love, and ive alwaye been bad with words.

i try to show my appreciation by taking the keychain from baz and holding it against my face, mimicking the smile painted on it. “twins, yeah?”

baz laughs at me and shakes his head. i laugh along with him and steal some of his tea before he can stop me.

i love you, i think as baz scrowls at me for stealing his tea, but its clear he isnt really mad. i can see the adoration in his eyes.

its a quiet morning as we sit together and share the sun keychain between us, making jokes and admiring its charm, until bazs tea has gone cold and its time to get ready for the day.

[jenovahh]

What kind of dark Emet fic are you craving, exactly? Got a prompt/kink list?

not necessarily a list, but let me paint you a picture.

So I’m like super into being seduced by the villain. And I mean like the villain okay. None of this oh but he’s secretly good, we can redeem him, no.

I want the hero to know that what they are doing is sleeping with the enemy, who goes against everything they stand for, but cannot resist the villains seduction. I like when the villain taunts them about it; about the hero being so self righteous but here they are fraternizing with the enemy. The danger and thrill of all their other hero friends,the citizens, finding out that they’re betraying them is always present but doesn’t stop them from coming back.

The hero just feels absolutely helpless, unable to resist their charms no matter how hard they try. And when they feel the terrible guilt, but they keep coming back [chef’s kiss]. That’s what draws me to Emet Selch (and zenos as well). But as I mentioned before I see E-S being a lot more controlling, where as zenos exerts his dominance just very roughly. E-S, as I’ve said before is all about quiet control.

He knows he’s better than you, and yet there’s something about you he’s just too curious about to let go. So he seduces you. He knows you’re just as curious about him too. He’s patient about it, after all he’s got all the time in the world, and you will break before he will. He knows patience like the back of his hand.

When you do show up for his attentions, he’s still as smug as ever, not afraid to remind you just how outclassed you are, even as he’s making you feel good. Because he knows you won’t get angry enough to leave. He teases until you beg, because he is in control. He’s not afraid to use his more supernatural abilities in the bedroom, if only to also cement the fact that there will be no other lover like him.

that’s kindaaa what ive been craving lately. I’m still experimenting with various kinds of dark themes with E-S, which i hope to explore in the series im doing, but that’s like the scenario of when i think of emet that really gets me goin

now that you’ve read this all, you’re stuck here forever

[rorynne]

Upcoming Fics and Requests

Since I have a lot of stories in my head, I figured I would list out what Ive got planned for anyone that was curious.

REQUESTS:

a Bucky x reader with 34 and 60 from the prompt list -Anon

number 51 and 33 for peter parker , possible Monster AU or Halloween AU Depending on how I manage it. -Jian-rou

number 17 with Tony stark - marveljurassicandallthefandoms

a fic where the reader loves to tease Bucky by talking about doing him to get him flustered. Then one day they're alone and Bucky starts to tease back.  -  libellule2001

a Bucky x country!reader headcanon? Like, grew up on a farm, wears cowgirl boots, drinks beer and whiskey every Friday night, listens to country music type of country? - anon

I think i'd just love to see Pietro and Bucky arguing, it would be funny as hell. (Would be even better if they were fighting for the reader's attention but you do you) - Anon

A Winterhawk fic where Clint and Bucky are tied together at the wrist -mycroftlovescake

BuckyxReader, Trapped in an Elevator in the tower, Reader is claustrophobic, so Bucky has to help keep the reader calm via having them help Bucky figure out ways to prank sam and clint, what flavor ice cream is the best and dumb magic tricks which Bucky 'magically' pulls out of no where. Silly fluff and pining, possibly maybe eventual romance. -punitores-corde

Bucky bodyguard AU. -punitores-corde

The team is having a stargazing team date (?). Like the roof has a small table full of snacks and beer and wine. It’s decked out if small fairy lights. Soft music is playing in the background. And the stars are shining. They’re all happy and laughing, Bucky is standing near the edge looking at the buildings. When y/n comes over, she says hello and mentions that it’s beautiful out. She smiles at him and he fumbles and blushes and then falls. He obviously lives and Tony or Peter saves him. And when he gets back up y/n makes a joke like “Wow..Did you just fall for me?” And Sam starts laughing and Bucky is just embarrassed -anon

Could i please have a fic where the reader is sad and conflicted about their gender and one of the Avengers comforts them? (Trans!Reader)- anon

a fic where Bucky and Clint fight for the reader's attention? - anon

a Twin!Rogers!ReaderxBucky fic which starts in the 40s and ends up with them being taken to be the winter/summer soldier and their experiences in the 21st century (exact details are saved for reveal later) - witch-of-letters

Buckyxfem!reader. Bucky secretly starts to visits a small VA in Brooklyn, he slowly starts to get better. All of the Avengers notice, but they don’t ask him about it. It isn’t until a bit later he introduces you, one of the workers who used to be a medic and works at the VA, to the Avengers when they realize what’s happened. He’s fallen in love. (Request (:)  -anon

Clint trys to impress the reader by saying he'll babyset her dog for a weekend as a sorry also aftwr calling her dog ugly. But he is a little shit! Its like hos hardest mission ever (Clint x reader) Anon

“ I'm gonna give an idea for clint x reader. I did archery a little bit and once I aimed at a mark a few yard ahead, instead I hit almost the middle of the mark further away and right behind the one thet I was originally aiming at.” -chloerinebarnes

Reader and Clint have been together are engaged and she has secretly been taking ASL classes to sign her wedding vows as a surprise! Super fluffy and loving! (Maybe if your up for angsty, a team member finds her sneaking off to meet a classmate to practice, but they think she is cheating on Clint and they tell him, he confronts her and is angry and all this stuff and the cat comes out of the bag, happy ending) -me-mah-hah

My Requests are always open, List order does not necessarily mean when they are coming out. If you have a prompt or an idea for a story feel free to just send me a DM or Ask and ill add you to the list. These generally will come out as I think of story ideas for them. I dont want to force them as then they just wont be fun.

Personal Ideas:

Bucky’s Lost Hoodie- BuckyxReader: Bucky cant find his hoodie anywhere until he finds the reader

To Catch a Pet- Buckyxreader: Bucky sneaks a cat into the compound. And promptly loses it.

These are all just ideas I think of when I’m writing other things and primarily are bucky fics because I have an obsession. Again Order doesnt mean anything but this list might have story ideas on here for a LONG time before I get to them unless theres a lot of popular demand for an idea.

WIP Series:

Time Lost- Bucky Barnesxreader:  An accident during a mission sends you back in in time to the second world war. There you enlist the help of Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes to find the object that can send you back.

Im gonna be putting the most of my time into any series that im writing, mainly because its what i enjoy. so chapters to them will likely be more common than individual one shots

[reddit-tales]

What is a story you have been dying to tell?

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

[milomeepit]

Virgil’s Birthday

Prompt: So headcannon where the sides are all talking about special dates ((birthdays, anniversaries, etc)) and Patton goes, “Hey, Virge, when’s your birthday?” and he gets all quiet before just saying it, and horror just fills their faces as they realize it was forgotten a week ago https://chemically-imbalanced-romance.tumblr.com/post/168974544071/so-headcannon-where-the-sides-are-all-talking

Relationships: Platonic LAMP (Maybe Analogical at the end if you squint?)

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Patton stretched up on his tiptoes, trying to reach up to the top of the window. He huffed in frustration and strained to hang the end of the banner on the hook attached to the wall. What he wouldn’t give to have the extra six inches to be Virgil’s height. “Roman?” He called, half-turning towards the kitchen.

“You need some assistance there?” Roman grinned as he meandered over.

Patton pouted. “I can’t reach. Can you get a ladder or something?”

“Psh, I can do better than that!” Roman proclaimed. He swooped forwards, wrapping his arms around Patton’s waist and lifting him up.

Patton squeaked in surprise, then quickly hooked the banner onto the wall. “There!”

Roman set him down and nodded. “It looks good!”

Virgil glanced up from his spot on the couch. HAPPY MEW YEAR! the banner read. Cartoon cats with party hats were on either end, and he chuckled at the pun. “Nice one, Patton.”

“Indeed, it shall suffice for the celebration,” Logan agreed. He sat at the kitchen table, carefully drawing out a schedule for the new year. Papers, rulers, and pencils littered the surface around him.

“Yaaaaay!” Patton grinned, clasping his hands together and bouncing up and down excitedly.

“So, what’s on the agenda for 2018 so far, Specs?” Roman asked, coming up behind Logan and clapping a hand on his shoulder.

Logan jumped at the sudden touch, frowning up at Roman. “Well, first of all, we need to work out resolutions-”

“Because that went so well last year,” Virgil said dryly.

Logan cleared his throat and continued. “Then of course, there’s Patton’s birthday, Valentine’s Day, Memorial Day, your birthday, Independence Day, Labour Day, Halloween, my birthday, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Now, naturally, I believe we should be focusing on staying organised in the new ye-”

“Wait!” Patton interrupted, shooting over the the couch and flopping down next to Virgil. “You forgot Virgil’s birthday!”

Logan blinked, looking closer at his schedule, and frowned again. “... I have indeed. My sincere apologies, Virgil. I’ll add it immediately.”

Virgil sighed, cupping the back of his neck. “N-nah, it’s fine, guys. Don’t worry.”

“C���mon, Gloom N’ Doom, we couldn’t forget about you!” Roman insisted.  

“Virgil, what’s your birthday, kiddo?” Patton smiled at him.

“It’s, uh...” Virgil licked his lips, nervous. “My birthday’s December 19th.”

The room went silent for a few seconds, and he regretted saying anything. He closed his eyes, curling up tight. There he went again, spoiling the mood. God, couldn’t he keep his mouth shut-

“We missed your birthday?” Patton whispered, horror clear in his voice as he gently touched Virgil’s shoulder.

“It’s fine, guys, don’t worry about it,” He murmured dismissively, unable to meet Patton’s eyes.

“It most certainly is not fine!” Roman shook his head. “Virgil, we are very sorry-”

“It’s fine,” Virgil snapped, shaking off Patton’s hand and standing. “Just drop it, okay?” He took a deep breath and shook his head. “... I’m going to bed.”

“It’s 4pm,” Logan glanced at his watch.

“I’m tired.” Without another word, Virgil disappeared up the three steps leading from the common area into the hallway.

“... Uh oh,” Roman sighed.

“Oh nooooooooo, we have to do something, guys!” Patton rushed over, grabbing onto Roman’s sleeve.

“Absolutely.” Logan agreed. “The only question is what? We clearly wouldn’t want to overwhelm him if he’s already not feeling great about it.”

“Buuut, it needs to be something special. Something... that just screams Virgil...” Roman mused.

“I’m gonna start making a cake!” Patton announced, sprinting to the kitchen. “Do you guys think chocolate would be good? Oooh, maybe devil’s food. Or black forest?”

“I think I remember Virgil saying he liked cherries,” Logan replied, setting aside the schedule and pulling up another piece of lined paper. “Roman, can you help me brainstorm some movies that Virgil might like?”

“Top of the list, Black Cauldron. Hmm...” Roman tapped on his chin. “The Hunchback of Notre Dame might be good as well. Return to Oz, perhaps?”

“All those suggestions sound really good!” Patton grinned. “How about Fantasia?”

“Fantasia? For Virgil?” Roman didn’t sound convinced.

“Well, sure! He likes music a lot. The animation is gorgeous. It’s right up his alley!” Patton explained.

“True, true... I’ll write it down,” Logan nodded.

Meanwhile, as the three older Sides talked, Virgil was pacing back and forth in his room. Good job, dumbass, you upset them all. God, why do you even bother? It’s not worth it anyway. You’re not worth it. Even if they did do something, you would have said or done the wrong thing.

His hands nervously raked through his hair.

You’re just fucking everything up again. They’re gonna hate you for not wanting to participate.

His fingers tightened into fists, pulling at the roots of his hair.

theyhateyoutheyhateyoutheyhateyoutheyhateyou

He sunk down into his bean bag, shaking. He tried to focus on his breathing. He could see the danger signs, see that he was standing right on the edge of a meltdown. The air was thick and heavy, hard to heave into his burning lungs. He couldn’t. Not right now. He couldn’t call the others to help. He couldn’t do it right now.

hecouldntcouldntcouldntcantdoanythingcantevensuffocateright

He shuddered, lurching forward off of the bean bag and crawling towards his bed. He snatched the Eeyore plush off of his bed- a gift from Patton- and clung to it desperately.

See, Patton gave me this, Patton cares, they care. They care. They care. He repeated to himself silently as tears began to roll down his cheeks.

He didn’t know how long he sat there, curled awkwardly on the ground, silently crying until his eyes seemed to run dry. Minutes? Hours? Time seemed static, unchanging, within his little bubble of misery.

Well, aside from the sun going down outside his window, but that was an illusion anyway.

A soft knock on the door shook him out of his blank trance. He leapt to his feet, scrubbing at his face quickly with his hands. “Yeah, what is it?” He called, doing his best to sound nonchalant.

“Hey, there, buddy...!” Roman’s voice was cheery, suspiciously so.

“... Can I help you, Princey?” Virgil rolled his eyes, gently setting Eeyore down on the bed before he trudged over to the door. He stood before it with his arms crossed, not yet opening it.

“So, Logan wanted some help with planning the next few videos and he wanted to see if you had any input?”

Virgil stiffened. Of course. Even after earlier, a small part of him had been quietly hoping that they would ignore him, make a big deal out of it, do something special. He viciously crushed the thought. He had told them to drop it, they had. He should be happy they did as he asked.

Not that they understand what you want because you never fucking talk to anyone.

idiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiotidiot

“Y-yeah, sure. I’ll be out there in a sec.” He replied, glancing at himself in the mirror and frowning. His eyeshadow was smudged to hell and back.

“Excellent!” There was a pause. “Out of curiosity, do you like cherries?”

Huh? “I mean, they’re okay, I guess.” Virgil shrugged as he began to clean up his face. “Why? We doing a fruit video or something?”

“Yeah, something like that. Just curious.”

Virgil set down his makeup, then opened the door. Roman was leaning against the wall across the hall, a thoughtful look on his face. “Gee, you almost look like you have a brain,” Virgil said sarcastically.

“Surprisingly, it does exist,” Roman laughed.

Virgil snickered. “You’re a dork, you know that?”

“And proud of it!” Roman extended a hand and grinned. “Virgil, do you trust me?”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “I mean, you asking honestly or...?”

“Shut up and close your eyes, Mr Secretary of Nagriculture.” Roman grabbed his hand. “I promise not to trip you up.”

“Oh gee,” Virgil snorted, closing his eyes, “I feel safer already.”

Roman led him down the hallway, dodging around the pot plant next to Patton’s door. “Okay, gonna stop just before the stairs, alright?”

“Sure?” Virgil frowned.

He heard hushed whispers, a giggle from Patton, and Logan sighing. He strained, trying to hear what they were saying.

“Are you ready, Virgil?” Patton asked, suddenly much closer to him.

He jumped slightly. “Uh... yes?”

“Open your eyes and come on in, then!”

Virgil cracked open his eyes and took a step forward, onto the middle stair.

He was suddenly assaulted by party horns, confetti, and a spray of silly string onto his chest. He yelped and jumped, losing his balance. His foot slipped off the stair and he landed with a thump on the wooden floor.

“Oh, gosh, are you okay?” Patton tossed his party horn to the side, kneeling down next to Virgil.

Virgil looked around the room, speechless. Black, purple, and grey streamers were hung from the ceiling, draping down like cobwebs. A dark purple tablecloth had been thrown over the dining table, where a large purple and black iced cake sat. Even from his spot on the floor, he could see the dark glazed cherries in a ring on the top. Balloons bobbed up from each chair, with more tied to weights dotted around the edge of the room.

What caught his attention most, however, was the large, bright banner hanging across the top of the window. Happy Birthday, Kiddo! It read in bold, colourful writing, with his purple stormcloud on each end.

“Patton... your banner. You worked so hard to hang that up,” He mumbled.

“Oh, shucks, I can hang that up again with some help!” Patton waved a hand, laughing.

“I...” Virgil put a hand over his mouth, unable to say anything else. Tears pricked at his eyes.

Oh great yes go on cry theyll just think youre even more pathetic go on virgil start up the pity party thats all this anyway they just feel sorry for your stupid ass youre so needy

“Virgil, are you alright?” Logan asked, stepping closer, concern etched into his face.

Virgil opened his mouth, his hand still loosely touching his face, but nothing came out. The tears began to overflow from his eyes. They rolled down his cheeks, fat and hot, and he choked out a sob.

Roman threw his can of silly string over his shoulder and dropped to his knees in front of Virgil, expression worried. “Hey, hey...” He said soothingly, taking Virgil’s free hand and squeezing it gently.

Logan sat on his other side. “What’s wrong, Virgil?” He asked, his voice soft.

Virgil sniffled, waving his hand at the decorations, the cake, everything. “I-I don’t...” He struggled, swallowing another sob. “I don’t deserve any-any of this...”

Patton’s eyes started welling up. “Vir-gil!” He exclaimed with a huge smile. “Of course you do! You are perfect and special and wonderful!” He threw his arms around Virgil’s shoulders, almost knocking the featherweight Side onto his back.

“Indeed you are. There’s nobody else than all three of you who I would want by my side in life’s great adventures!” Roman proclaimed grandly, beaming at him.

Logan paused for a few seconds before speaking. “You’re vital. Both to Thomas’ functioning... and to us. We wouldn’t be... us without you.” He said slowly. “We... love you, Virgil.” He laid a hand on Virgil’s shoulder.

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Virgil sniffled again, ignoring the voice in his head for the first time that day. He had solid proof. The lingering smell of baked goods. Patton’s hug, his glasses pressed awkwardly against Virgil’s cheek. Roman’s grip on his hand, warm and solid and soft and comforting. Logan’s gentle, subtle, touch, soothing in it’s own way.

“I-I love you guys, too.” He smiled.

[zoekennaargeluk]

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

Edit 1:fixed some spelling mistakes. Going to leave 'clam' as is, haha!

Edit 2: Ulyssesbucketlist subreddit is now a thing!

Edit 3: I'm trying to reply to all of your comments and give everyone who asks for their own challenge! Please bare with me, I'll get to you I promise!

Edit 4: Monday 5/19/2014 UPDATE: I'm kind of lacking words at the moment, and am in awe of the power of the universe. Writing this story was just to relive a moment in my life, and to share it with others and maybe help them in some sort of way(or just give an entertaining story to read). Never did I think there was the slightest chance I would actually get to talk to her again. But thats exactly what happened. Last night I found out that the Amanda that ThatGuyWhoAte knew, was in fact the Amanda I met 14 years ago. Thank you Reddit. From the bottom of my heart, I give to you the sincerest Thank You I can possibly give. You gave me a chance to continue a life story that stopped writing 14 years ago. I will never forget this.

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A thing on reddit i thought was really cool.

[onlylovekpop]

I’m Back!

Hello, everyone. Sorry I’ve been MIA for a little while. The past few weeks have been a little hectic for me. I’m closing drabble requests now and have received lots of good ideas. Thank you to all of those who submitted! Also, two of the requests have turned into oneshots (this is a rare thing, but sometimes I get carried away and it happens lol.) The oneshots will be a pirate!au with some smut for Jimin and a dance camp smut with Yugyeom. I’m also finishing up my first Jungkook smut oneshot that I started working on ages ago and involves Netflix and chill. Hehe. Hope you’re all doing well and please look forward to the upcoming drabbles and oneshots! :)

(replies below the cut beware im drinking vodka while i answer to make my responses more interesting hehe (actually im getting as drunk as i can to deal with my vengeful uterus which is very unhappy i have not conceived any spawn this month and is giving me cramps from hell) you may notice my spelling grammar and punctuation get worse as you read please dont hold it against me)

anonymous asked: Hi Leigh we haven't heard of you since you mentioned having knee surgery the next day and I had this really bad feeling I hope you are ok? For some reason I am genuinely concerned and I don't know why so I hope everything went well??

Yes, all is well! I healed in pretty good time and am already out and about again. It’s a surgery I’ve had before so I knew what to expect and nothing out of the ordinary happened. Thank you for checking on me. Sorry if I made you worry :)

omg-mystarx-neoctech asked: Hell YES JOOHEON.

I SAY THIS ON A DAILY BASIS!

anonymous asked: Can I just say I fucking love the layout and look of your blog. Also I just read one of your smuts and holy shit im deceased.

Thank you! I’ve been revamping some of the pages but I only have a few of them done, so a few things may be blank at the moment. I changed it so fics are listed by member instead of type I hope that’s better but if anyone has opinions on the layout please let me know :)

anonymous asked: OKAY BUT THAT JOOHEON SMUT WAS FUCKING DELICIOUSLY SINFUL. I'M HAVING HEART PROBLEMS.

Jooheon himself is deliciously sinful tbh. I have heart palpitations every time I see a pic of him wearing tight pants. Or just pants in general. i aint never seen such pretty thighs before

neon-flamingos asked: I read Rhythm and omg i criedddddd it was so good i just can imagine Jooheon saying all those dirty thingssss my vayjayjay cries

look i recently saw that vid of him speaking english and his accent is so good which means i can totally hear him in my head saying all them naughty english things this is not good what have i done my lady parts also cry HELP

anonymous asked: Everyone is talking about the Jooheon smut and I'm here still crying because of how hard Chained up hit me

oh god that was not my best work but im glad you enjoyed it the thing never got edited i hope its not a hot mess haha sorry markiepooh but it still got the job done i think hehehe

anonymous asked: A part of me regrets reading Underworld AF....but it was such a good read too... that last chapter HURT but it was a good hurt

oh no dont regret reading it! that makes me sad! its a long ass fic i dont want you to get to the end of it and think holy shit i wasted so much time reading that horror flick i tried to bring it full circle in the end im glad you thought it was a good read i panicked for a second haha

honeyheonie asked: HOLY FUCK!!!! I have sinned. 'Rythm' was 👌👌👌👌👌

me too darling ;) thank ya

anonymous asked: Do you have a quote or prompt list we could use? :)

i do not. i leave it up to you guys that way you have lots to choose from

topaz-and-turquoise asked: For some reason, I only just got to binge-read the last 3 chapters of Underworld. Leigh. LEIGH. YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF BTS-GOT7 CROSSOVERS. YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF CROSSOVERS. THE QUEEN OF ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU'S. OF ALL AU'S. YOU ARE THE BEST AT WRITING TENSION AND HEART-WRENCHING SCENES AND THE COMPLEXITY OF PEOPLE AND JUST HOLY FRICK YOU'RE AMAZING. THANK YOU FOR THIS. I KNOW YOU ALREADY KNOW BUT THIS IS MY FAVOURITE KPOP FANFIC OF ALL TIME. I'M SAD IT'S OVER BUT I'M SO SATISFIED. YOU ARE THE BEST.

she calls ME QUEEN! thank you thank you I SQUEAL A LOT AT THIS im actually sad its over too. but im content with it. I HOPE IT IS FOREVER YOUR FAVE you stuck with me through the whole thing thank you i love you

statetheobvious04 asked: I've long been a follower for your underworld series and Jesus christ it's one of the best series of read ever. The storyline was so gripping and full of love and loss that by the time I finished the last chapter my chest was heavy and I nearly cried. Idk how you did it but I feel like I've personally lived through minas insane and perilous journey and felt every single emotion as if it were my own. It's een a while since I've read the earlier chapters but I feel like if I do il start 1/2 2/2 sobbing. You are such an amazing and talented writer that this story deserves to be developed into a book or movie but eve then those may not do it justice. But honestly, thank you so much for sharing and writing. And I’m so happy mina finally got the life she deserves and that everyone else managed to find peace in Iceland 💜💜💜💜

THIS MAKES ME HAPPPY YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW CAN I DESCRIBE MY JOY AT THIS MESSAGE you make me cry thank you for loving mina and thank you for supporting the story and thank you for telling me how it felt to read it i love you <3

anonymous asked: hi leigh! I have a question. I hope it doesn't come across the wrong way, I'm just curious! May I ask why you're not taking exo requests?

you’re good honey :) honestly im just not in an exo mood at the moment. i still write for them i still even have a baekhyun oneshot in my drafts idk im just not feeling like writing for them for drabbles at the moment if that makes sense

anonymous asked: Do you still open the drabble request?

they are closed now.

anonymous asked: I'm a Yoongi at heart but your story Underworld made my heart 'boom boom'. Seriously this is the best mafia /zombie apocalypse AU I have ever read and I read a lot of fan fiction. Keep up the good work. PS: Some drabbles based on Underworld wouldn't hurt. PSS: If you don't understand the heart boom boom reference , go see the latest Buzzfeed interview of BTS.

i can’t help but only hear got7′s boom boom boom though haha im down for underworld drabbles i think i mentioned before that any gang!au drabbles i do will be in the underworld universe before the zombie outbreak so far i only have the one for bambam i would link it but im too tipsy for something that level right now sorry :D

anonymous asked: I fucking love your angst writings, they get me emotional aha

thank you i love angst i like toying with emotions ehehe

anonymous asked: Underworld is amazing!!! One of the best stories I've read, even though it has me crying from Paris all the way to the end.😭😭😭😭 You done good. 😁

we dont talk about paris haha jk that one hurt too much thank you darling that its one of the best you’ve read means the world to me :)

anonymous asked: How can you write like thattttt!!!! I adore you. I'll always be your follower 💖

AND IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU and i’ll always be here! i promise <3

anonymous asked: Who is that in your header gif?

It’s Suga :)

thewriterpixie asked: *squeals* I just finished reading the Suga father/daughter date drabble! It made my day!

Thank you! I love that one so much :)

anonymous asked:  Okay I was reading Wake Up and Play with Me and for some reason it reminded me of their song Paradise?¿¿ Now whenever I hear it I'm gonna associate it with this smut xD

Ooh i like the sound of that! i really love Paradise but I think Sign is my favorite on the album but how do you get your question marks upside down i thought the room was spinning for a second i kid you not lol

anonymous asked: Your Jooheon smut got me looking at Jooheony at a different way now 😏 thank you for writing such a quality one shot! You're one of the best of the best!

YAS come to the jooheon side we have thick thighs and adorable dimples you will not regret this ;)

taecmekai asked: hope you are ok and recovering well from your knee surgery :)

i’m okay! gained a few pounds from being stuck on the couch for a few days but idgaf hehe ;) i’ll get back to yoga when i feel like it

coppertopging asked: I just finished Underworld. holy crap the emotional coaster you took me on! I read the last 7 chaps today & i couldn't stop crying. I didn't when Jae died, but his 'funeral' got me with the reactions from everyone. & then Hobi?! That was the most painful. I had to stop & pull myself together. Yoongi made me laugh a little with his delivery. My favorite part of the ending was the Jk/Yugy part. The only thing I felt was missing was more detail into Namjoon & Jin. But this story was amazing!!!

yeah hoseok was the hardest for me too. i wanted to keep anything namjin related kinda vague and open to the reader’s interpretation that’s why there wasn’t much material there but im very glad you enjoyed the story thank you :)

anonymous asked: holy fucking shit. it's 4am and i just finished reading Underworld and i'm crying so hard there's so many emotions i'm feeling. thank you so much for that masterpiece. it's the first work of yours i've read and omfg you're talented as fuck. i'm actually a bit speechless still tbh it's only fully processing to me ...hobi... he's not even my bias but i'm crying so hard i need help wow SO MUCH LOVE FOR U AND UR WRITING THO

omg i cant believe you stayed up that late to read it i wish i could do that but in my old age i dont bounce back that well anymore (i just turned 27 and am very upset about it) anyway THANK YOU this makes me very happy

danphilandstuff asked: OH MY FUCKING GOD RHYTHM WAS SO FUCKING GOOD THANK YOU SO MUCH ITS ACTUALLY HOW I IMAGINED HIM TO BE IT FELT SO REAL IT WAS ACTUALLY THE BEST FANFIC IVE EVER READ IM CURRENTLY READING YOUR MASTER LIST. you're actually such an amazing writer thank you so much (Could I request more Jooheon fics? ((If you want and have time)) )

i will never stop writing jooheon fics. you have nothing to worry about there haha. WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS THE BEST FANFIC YOUVE READ IT WAS SUCH A RAUNCHY SEX FEST I SHOULD BE ASHAMED lol just kidding no but in all seriousness THANK YOU I LOVE YOU IM GLAD YOU LOVED IT I HOPE YOU KEEP COMING BACK FOR MORE MUHAHA

anonymous asked: (1/3) Hey lovely! I came across your blog today after reading your monsta x all in one shot and i just wanted to say thank you for writing something so incredible! it had me gripped from start to finish and it was honestly one of the most (2/3) well-written pieces ive ever read, I would love to be able to write at your standard one day. I cant express how grateful i am, it put me through so many emotions and i actually had tears in my eyes at one point! So yeah, apologies for this (3/3) being so long but i just wanted to express my gratitude and say that you are an amazing writer :) x

oh my goodness this was ridiculously lovely. i am very proud of All In and how it turned out. i hope to finish the sequel soon. i keep getting writers block on it and i dont know why but anyway. thank you for sending me this and im thrilled that i could write something you enjoy very much. you are too kind thank you <3

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SEO AutoPilot Staying Alivethe Battles Of A Service Attempting To Survive.

Thanks to every person that put in the time to respond to my last article. I 'd like to reply to several of the remarks, because, well, just because.

First thing first: my AdWords campaign, as it is configured today, works really, effectively. It generates questions, which we transformed into paying clients. The average inquiry we get using phone as well as email yields regarding $3,450 in income. And also my complete AdWords investing is much less compared to 5 percent of my annual revenue, which I consider to be appropriate. All of the guidance to fiddle with this as well as change that and also look right into the other is fascinating, yet I might or might not change anything. It ain't damaged. I do not should fix it.

Second, some explanation on my account as well as budget. I promote just on the search network, not the content network. I made use of to work on the material network, however we obtained huge numbers of scrap strikes that were associated with searches for sporting activities meetings and also yes, I recognize that I can have cleansed that up with negative key phrases, however that's a nonstop task. I presume that people that intend to purchase seminar tables are doing so for their business, out a whim prompted by their individual browsing. So I've set up my advertising and marketing under the presumption that tables are an one-time, extremely taken into consideration acquisition. Nothing in my experience has made me reassess this. And also I must have claimed this, but we're investing $500 per weekday, and also absolutely nothing on the weekends. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1fJR2oLT8nY&list=PLddX_cIorQS_Mw7YX8LHMwenOI7OrKo-K So my overall advertisement spend playings around $9,000 a month, or concerning $108,000 a year. We're on track for $2 million in sales this year, which is where I got the 5 percent of gross number.

On to the comments:

Im curious, have you considered anything year over year in your calculations or anything else apart from just what your standard has been this separated week compared with the previous 40 weeks or so of data that you had put together? Mark Bowers

Its an extremely interesting question however a pitifully tiny sample upon which to also take into consideration composing as well as analysis. Bob

For the last 24 years, I would certainly get a paper schedule at the beginning of the year, as well as use it to tape visits as well as additionally make note of inbound calls. I made a decision at the start of this year that I desired a much far better document of incoming calls, to see whether any type of patterns arised. I set up a spread sheet on Google Docs, with a cell for every day of the year, and also shared it with my salesmen so that we could all videotape every incoming query.

A whole lot of the calls we obtain result in tasks weeks or months later. And also some of the phone calls result in really massive orders I 'd hate to miss out on one of those due to the fact that I was accumulating a statistically significant data set.

For something as aesthetic as your item, I avoid right down to the photo results. I could see numerous companies tables all at as soon as. Only one little picture on web page two, surrounded by numerous photos from your competitors (Franz, hardrox).

This is a very intriguing remark. It never ever struck me that anyone would shop in this manner, however it makes ideal feeling for an aesthetically drivened product. We do code our photo file names to attempt to make them S.E.O. friendly, but there's only a lot you could do with a data name. This type of search doesn't seem to have any type of link to AdWords. I don't know exactly how Google ranks the photos they show up. I simply attempted a search (" custom-made conference tables") which returns my site as both the leading paid as well as cost-free listings. When I struck the photo tab, we have just one photo in the initial 25, as well as 5 in the first 200. Maybe Google is missing out on a possibility right here why not increase AdWords to the picture results? I 'd gladly pay for positioning.

I hardly ever click AdWords results at either the top or side because I recognize Google is going to get paid by what is usually a small business with slim margins ... So if the advertisement appears relevant to my demands Sickness scroll down and also click the complimentary search engine result for the same company, or also by hand type in the companys URL instead of clicking on the adword web link. However Id miss a lot of business without the Adword web link. MK, New York City

So what do you do if there is no totally free web link from the business purchasing AdWords? I'm inferring that you click another person. Not that there's anything wrong with that said, but this drives me insane. I acquired that leading web link to make sure that you would certainly click it if you believed it would profit you to do so. Please don't stress regarding my ad spending plan. I'll fret about it, and also if it appears to be cash badly invested, I'll change my advertising.

My business was one of Googles initial marketers. We were anxious regarding just how Google would react, however our experiment worked.

This commenter highlights among the best/worst features of the cost-free listings: older links have a self-reinforcing benefit over more recent ones. I weep when I consider the leading free listing for "conference room tables" that I thoughtlessly threw out in 2005 (by producing a new Website with a various collection of URLs.) When you get to the top of the complimentary lot, you are probably to stay there, as you will instantly get even more clicks compared to the being successful web links. My concept, and also my experience backs me up on this, is that the most effective way to relocate your free link the checklist is to drive traffic to it with AdWords and also reveal Google that individuals are finding the web link to serve via a good bounce rate, time on website as well as various other metrics that mirror the user experience. Just how does an S.E.O.-optimized website displace a site that additionally has good S.E.O.? AdWords seems to give the additional boost.

One recommendation (as a person that purchases domain for a living) is that you upgrade to CustomConferenceTables.com rather than making use of the domain name with hyphens ... The business that possesses the name w/o hyphens is a large firm and the cost is affordable, especially taking into consideration the items youre marketing as well as your current advertising investment. Eliot Silver

We got the URL with the hyphens because it was available, as well as my Web designer believes that it makes no difference pertaining to the S.E.O. toughness of the name. Just out of inquisitiveness, I got in touch with the proprietor of customconferencetables.com to see how much it would set you back. I was told $1,680. Forget it, I responded, that's horrendous. Would you sell it for $800? Need to check with my supervisor, said the salesman. Thirty secs later on I obtain a phone call back: $800 is O.K. That made me ask yourself what does it cost? reduced they would have gone. I made a decision not to do the bargain I don't really think that having that specific LINK is essential, as customconferencetable.com is owned by a 3rd business, and the majority of the other apparent variations are in different hands. It's a jungle around busy table land. There will be some confusion for individuals who don't look any even more compared to a LINK. Yet that is not just how individuals store. I trust my website's content as well as my sales procedure. We'll make it function.

UShapedTable.com

UShapedTables.com

SquareConferenceTable.com

CustomBoardroomTable.com

CustomBoardroomTables.com

All are offered. Get them and also forward them to the website. John

I took the $800 I really did not invest on customconferencetables.com as well as purchased these rather. I will be forwarding them to the pertinent pages on our website. Thanks for the suggestion!

Paul, like several people Ive long since switched to Bing. Have you tried your search terms there? lesle.

Thanks for commenting, lesle (or is it Mrs. Gates?). Since Sept. 1 of this year, I received 4,287 organic check outs from Google as well as 3,019 sees from AdWords. Bing sent me 122 natural site visitors. I'm sorry, but it does not look as though I ought to be investing much time bothering with my Bing traffic. Is it feasible that Google subdues Bing causes Google Analytics? That would be quite questionable, yet who is bookkeeping Google Analytics for accuracy? Just in situation, I'll ask: Is any person out there doing well with Bing?

Put your SEM/SEO history right into a Shewhart procedure behavior chart (Excel templates available on the web). This will put possibility control bands around the information as well as supply some analytic insight, consisting of cyclicality effects. It will likewise help different signal from sound in the outcomes. Mak.

I'm not clever sufficient to do this, but anybody that intends to try it is welcome to my raw information.

When it comes to paid ads affecting a business ranking in the natural outcomes, weve constantly felt really highly that there ought to be no link between the two. Google does not use your condition as an advertiser to influence natural rankings. Frederick Vallaeys, Google AdWords Evangelist.

Hence speaketh Google. However till Google informs us exactly exactly what elements go into making natural positions, I'll have my questions regarding their intense line separation between AdWords and natural.

Enough on this subject (at the very least for now). Next message: my falling health insurance policy prices!

Paul Downs established Paul Downs Cabinetmakers in 1986. It is based outside of Philly.