#im very lucky my hair grows really fast but god

[poorlittlevampire]

also i need to be like. physically restrained next time i say i wanna cut my hair i miss having it long so fucking bad

[bbybaku]

can you do more BNHA college boyfriend content? I really loved the Shigaraki one (sorry, english is not my first language)

anything for you anon

(also youre english is perfect and so are you)

def gonna make this 2 parts lolol

mha college bf head cannons

shinso

sfw 

probably majoring in something finance related 

wants to take care of you 

as in you two go shopping like every other weekend

has a ton of money from investing in crypto currency and getting lucky 

yall also go out to eat all the time 

and not like fast food like nice sit down places

you two spoon constantly 

like sleeping face to face limbs intertwined

he loves to sit with his head between your legs while watching tv

or when you two are laying down and you hold his head into your chest and hee holds your hips

you both have apartments but he likes yours because its better deccorated than his

has an amazing taste in music 

makes you playlists all the time 

uses old spice deodorant

mr hitoshi is a man who always smells good 

has amazing hygene 

you talked him into growing his hair out

now hes always asking you to play with it  

is very good at school without even trying

which drives you crazy because he always talks you out of studying 

scares off a lot of people with his scary features

which makes his insecure and needed a lot of reassureance at the start of your relationship. 

but these days he owns your ass 

nsfw 

tpyically a soft dom

is huge 

took you a while to get used to how big he is 

likes to put you in stressful situations just so he can reassure you

“shhhh hey its okay im here” 

“this will stop if you use the safe word, hmm oh whats that you want to keep going?” 

“good girl” 

stressfull situations as in he over stimulates you every god dam time. 

nothing makes him harder than you crying from pleasure 

he spoils you

once spent $200 on toys just for you because he was going out of town for a week 

his gifts for you do come with a cost

shinso goes ferral for blowjobs

and he wants them all the time 

you have def given head in an alarming amount of public restrooms 

very into roleplay

almost jizzed his pants when you put on cat ears once 

same thing when you bought a maid outfit 

in case you were wondering, yes his pubes are purple too. 

sex playlist 

homeboy loves period sex

is very into aftercare

like reads womens magazines about it 

has a sexy voice and knows it

has a mirror in front of his bed because its all about eye contact 

definition of intamacy with this man 

knows how to treat his partner 

aizawa 

the thing about aizawa is he isnt your boyfriend he is your husband 

probaby in grad school for like english 

so a lil older 

but thats okay 

he makes up for it in being hot 

and he has cats 

with very obscure names like katsu and mochi 

since he was older he invited you to live with him 

you said yes of course 

the cats liked you right away 

apartment full of books and windows 

shouta drank wine almost every night 

would grade papers for the class he assisted in 

loved holding hands everywhere 

not the biggester spooner 

but would hold you really close on the couch while you two watched films while wine drunk 

he was an introvert so you two spent most nights in 

and when you two did go out it was always something interesting 

like trivia night, or seeing a band play, or going to a dinner party

was the kind of boyfriend who was really good at co existing with you 

like what is awkward silence 

the vibe is just so positive 

and you two are so comfortable with each other

nsfw 

mr aizawa is a kinky mf behind the scenes

he does not have sex he fucks

very good with ropes 

loved controlling you 

could fuck all day 

like man had stamina 

when you two went out to dinner he would push your underwear to the side finger you under the table 

and whisper other times hes humiliated you while you squirmed under his grip  

gotta call him daddy

or sir

or master

he is the type to tie you up with your arms behind your back and put a vibrator on your clit then just disappear for an hour

also big on choking

like real big on choking

he’ll just rest his hand on your throat while you two are doing mundane thing

also asserts dominance constantly

like holding your hips at the grocery store

kissing you in a crowded place

extremely possessive

probably has a few paddles

likes to spank

really likes to brat tame

you say “make me” and you are in for a wild night

man will wear rings when he fucks you

fingers you

and chokes you

you usually come first

unless you’ve been bad

then aizawa will edge you for hours

bakugou

sfw

the definition of “i hate everyone but you”

like once you figured out how to communicate with him

best bf ever

history major

lives in a house with like 6 of his friends

but don’t worry he has his own room

always at the gym

since he’s very muscular he rarely wears a shirt when you two hang out

and he always wants you to lay on top of him

like imagine him being the ceo of picking you up and throwing you on the bed

then jumping on you

kisses. bakugo would want to make out a lot

very temperamental

like if he’s hungry or sleepy or too hot he will snap at you

but you know by now not to take it personally

also would have a ton of funny nicknames for you

examples : headass, stinky, the first letter of your name or ugly

but he would say it in a loving way

❤️ hey ugly❤️

you loved his friends

didn’t know how he scored them with how mean he was

you two spent a ton of time just lounging in his bed

liked to play fight

and bicker

really liked deep convos too like he would push you to think harder and tell him more about yourself

he didn’t say it a lot but he really liked you

nsfw

katsuki bakugou is an ass man.

big dick energy

he’s the type who wanted you to ride him all the time

but he would be in control when you rode him like death grip on your hips

he also liked to hit if from the back

likes to slam into you

the way you jiggled made him harder

not the type to hold in his grunts and moans made a lot of noise during sex

his roomates hated you guys for how loud you were

def likes his girls a lil chubby

grabbed your ass every chance he had

found porn stars that look like yours make jerking off more fun

loves fingering you.

also big degrader

you two had a lot of angry sex and a lot of make up sex

got real cranky when he was horny and couldn’t have you

took videos of you during sex to rewatch later

you got so turned on when he snapped at you

it drove him nuts

basically you two fucked a lot lol

masterlist

[prettywordsyouleft]

The Catch

Prompt: #199 for anon – “Sorry if I made you cry.”

Anonymous said:

Hi! I don’t know if I did this right, but can I request for the game #199 with JB (got7) please and thank you❤️

Pairing: Im Jaebum x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: there is a glossed over sex scene

Word count: 1633

Falling for Jaebum happened far too easily. The first meeting had left you wanting more and apparently it had been the same for him, the man gravitating towards a space in your heart that he claimed within mere weeks of knowing him.

You decided you would fall in love with him, and were on the fast track to doing so.

But something made you hesitate, and it had to do with how easy everything was.

“Surely, there’s a catch,” you murmured as you shifted closer to Jaebum after a delicious meal and night out at the movies. His arm was effortlessly wrapped around you and he glanced down, smiling at you despite the curiosity within his eyes. You grinned. “This is going all too well.”

“Should it not?”

“Well, I’m not saying that I don’t appreciate that it is,” you commented, knitting your brows together as you tried to think of how to word yourself.

“There should be a catch,” Jaebum agreed a moment later. He held up his free hand and started counting his points with his fingers. “You’re funny, gorgeous, passionate, and when we kiss-”

Blushing, you reached out to grab his hand as he chuckled. “The list for you is just as long.”

“Is it?”

“Must I tell you?” you asked, leaning towards his head that had lowered just enough for you to reach his lips. Even kissing had you working together naturally without any awkward moments.

After stealing your breath away, Jaebum rested his forehead on yours. “Tell me more at mine?”

Nodding, you couldn’t help but grow excited at the prospect of this next step in your relationship. Maybe the catch was him himself. You had gotten lucky to have reeled him in thus far, and frankly, you weren’t about to let him go.

That was apparent by the way you held his hand on the trip to his apartment, and all the way to the front door. Jaebum then scratched at his head shyly. “I uh, wasn’t planning on any visitors.”

“It’s good we chose your place and not mine, I’m certain I have dirty laundry on my floor,” you confessed to ease his worries and Jaebum grinned before putting in the code to open the door.

Passion blinded your ability to take in his apartment. As soon as the door clicked shut behind you both, hands moved just as fast as your mouths did, moans leaving you as he hoisted you up into his arms, carrying you along to what you presumed to be his bedroom. And if you had already thought everything within your relationship had been amazing, you hadn’t been ready for the mind-altering sex that you had that night.

Nor, were you prepared for the stuffiness of your nose and the tears in your eyes when you were done expressing your adoration for one another.

Jaebum frowned lightly. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’re crying, Y/N,” he mentioned softly, reaching to wipe away the tears that had seemingly fallen down your cheeks. You blinked rapidly as his dark gaze regarded you. “Sorry was I…?”

“No!” you exclaimed, shaking your hands repeatedly. “No, I enjoyed every moment with you.”

Jaebum still didn’t relax. “I’ve never had a partner cry after sex.”

“I’m not normally one to do so either. My nose just feels really stuffy.”

“Are you feeling unwell?” he wondered, sitting up and half out of the bed in a panic, evidently trying to think of what to give you.

“I don’t think so,” you murmured, taking his hand and stopping him from leaving you. “Hold me?”

Smiling, despite the concern still within his eyes, Jaebum slipped back under the covers and pulled you to his chest, sighing in content as he stroke at your hair repeatedly.

Soon, whatever worries you were having melted away and you fell asleep, completely unaware of what had triggered your reaction in the first place.

However, you were quick to discover it in the morning light. Slowly sitting up, you were aware of several things. Your eyes hurt and were sore to the touch. And your nose was incredibly stuffy.

This would be the catch.

Of course, you would have caught a cold and be embarrassingly sick the morning after sleeping with Jaebum for the first time. If the world could swallow you up whole now, you would have gladly accepted.

Except, as you sat up and took in Jaebum’s belongings, your gaze faulted on something in the corner of his room.

Oh no.

Just then, whilst you were dealing with the turmoil of your discovery, languid kisses began being littered over your bare arm until Jaebum shifted enough to reach the side of your neck. “I could get used to waking up like this.”

“Huh?” you breathed, cringing at how stuffy you sounded.

It was enough to remove the sleep from his eyes, Jaebum soon narrowing his gaze on you. “Y/N, are you...”

“We have a problem,” you explained, quickly covering your mouth and nose as you sneezed. Jaebum immediately felt your forehead and you shook your head against his hand. “I’m allergic to you.”

“To me?” he echoed and you shook your head rapidly, feeling your cheeks grow warm at your mix up.

“To your home.”

“I’m not following.”

Pointing to the cat stand in the corner of the room, you sighed. “I’m allergic to the owner of that.”

“Owners,” Jaebum lamented, and rubbed at his face before laughing bitterly. “You’re allergic to cats?”

“Horribly. I can’t believe I didn’t realise it last night when I started to have all the symptoms. I guess I was too love-drunk by what happened between us.”

Jaebum’s lips slowly curled up. “Love-drunk?”

“Oh, uh-”

“Can you take something for your allergies?” he continued, brushing your hair away from your face.

Nodding, you smiled. “I have medication for it.”

“So you’re not allergic to me.”

“Just your furbabies.”

“Well, they are a part of me,” he said and you nodded.

“I wouldn’t expect you to think differently about them just because I’m allergic.”

Jaebum leaned in to kiss you briefly. “No, but I can make sure to limit things to help you be around me. It’s the catch we were looking for, right?”

You smiled. “Right. Besides, there’s always my home.”

“Well, when you put it like that,” he murmured sensually, and then scrunched his face up at you as he pulled away. “Babe, your nose.”

“Oh!” Wiping at it quickly, you then clasped a hand to your head and laughed desperately. “I’m a mess.”

“Thankfully at your house, you won’t have to worry about this.”

“So next time we meet up, do you want to come over?”

Jaebum nodded. “I’m serious about us. What did you say before? I’m love-drunk about us.”

Smiling, you couldn’t wait to enjoy further intimacy with Jaebum, and once you were medicated and in your own home, you’d have no runny nose and red eyes to hold you back from doing so.

Alas, it was Jaebum’s turn to react though.

“Wait, you’re allergic to dogs?” you breathed incredulously, watching your dog Nero bounce around your boyfriend who was trying his best not to touch him. “I can’t believe this.”

“I’m not as bad as you, I don’t think,” he mumbled, smiling at Nero’s energy and then looked at you. “But yeah, I’m allergic to dogs.”

“Do you want to go home then? I don’t want you to-”

Kissing you with a hunger that wasn’t meant for the kitchen, your thought process stopped entirely. And then Jaebum sniffled. “Okay, so maybe there’s more to it than I thought.”

You noticed his watery eyes and couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry if I made you cry.”

“Well, we did say everything was going too smoothly between us.”

“There had to be an obstacle somewhere along the line,” you concluded, fishing around in your purse before presenting some medication. “Do you take this brand?”

“At least we can commiserate like this, huh?” Taking the medicine and the water you offered him, Jaebum then moved back into your space. “I’m not very attractive right now, am I?”

“I mean, you’re definitely more humanlike. Before, I was certain the Gods had sculpted you themselves.”

Laughing, despite how blocked up he sounded, Jaebum then shook his head. “That was cheesy but I love it – I love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded, grinning with how easily it rolled off the tongue. Jaebum’s expression mirrored yours. “Even if my dog makes you cry.”

“And my cats’ hair makes your nose itch.”

“Do you think we can be together for a long time?” you wondered as Jaebum leaned in closer to you.

“Maybe we’ll grow immune to our allergies.”

“And if we don’t?” you countered, brushing his hair away from his face.

Jaebum laughed. “Then it looks like I’ll be taking medication to be around your dog.”

“It’s a small price to pay since everything else is perfect, right?”

Kissing you, Jaebum nodded. “Besides, we’ve both seen each other looking disgusting after an allergic reaction now. If that doesn’t put us off, nothing will.”

“I happen to like cats a great deal,” you told him with a smile and Jaebum laughed.

“Your dog is pretty cute too.”

“As cute as me?”

Jaebum scooped you up into his arms as you giggled. “Let’s see if after making love if I’m crying like you did or not.”

“Hey! That was because of my allergies!”

“Hm, well for me, it might because of you,” Jaebum announced, waiting for you to give direction to your room.

You hadn’t thought about your pets being the cause to a problem between you both, but knowing that was all that was in your way made you hopeful that the rest would come just as easily as everything else had.

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[willosword]

i’ve played about 6 hours of omori so far and i’ve really enjoyed it, so im gonna slap down some thoughts for future me to look back on!!!

first of all i looove the soundtrack, especially the sad, synth-y, dreamlike bits. the part where basil talks about all the flowers at the beginning of the game is still stuck in my head because of the score. 

the main characters are a little bit tame so far, but i think that’s kind of the point? it seems like the dream world is meant to be a very og earthbound experience where every member of the party is just really nice and your bond with them grows stronger and stronger without any major hiccups. it’s supposed to be simple and cheesy because it’s the comfort world.

and the contrast is what makes arguably my favorite part of this game so punchy- the real world sections. i’m only on my second visit to the real world, but it just fills me with so much wonder?? when i saw kel’s new sprite box pop up and it revealed he had brown hair i actually gasped. such a simple thing to draw that reaction from me. adjusting from the dream world to the real world is also pretty amazing. my favorite moment so far was when i got into a fight with aubrey and attacked her only to realize “OH GOD yeah i just pulled out a knife on this actual real-life teenager ghHKJHJK maybe let’s not do that again”

i also appreciate that the real world isn’t all dark and gloomy even though the squad’s friendship is on the rocks. in fact i’d say the real world is more colorful and saturated than the dream world, which is quite interesting. so far i like the horror and real world sections much more than the earthbound sections, but you need the earthbound sections to balance the horror and real world so it works out in the end.

im pretty proud of how fast i’ve picked up the battle system. so far i’ve never died, beaten all the bosses on the first try, and only felt the need to use a healing item once or twice. im not sure if that’s a testament to how easy the game is or how much better i’ve gotten at rpgs gHKJHLKJH. i did take notes on all the follow-ups at the beginning, so it’s probably just cause i studied. my typical play is making the enemy happy with aubrey and making the team sad with omori + kel (though one of kel’s follow-ups has switched from causing sadness to causing happiness so i might need to change my strategy). that way the team takes a lot less damage and i get more money and items at the end of the fight. 

one last quick note- im just throwin stuff at the wall here, but i think the flower talk at the beginning of the game maybe provides context for the characters’ personalities in the real world? (tho i haven’t found hero in the real world yet so im interested to see what he’s like). for example, basil talking about how mari always helps him stay positive vs how he seems much more anxious and downtrodden in the real world where mari is probably dead. comparing kel to a cactus because he’s resilient and can survive in seemingly impossible conditions vs kel being the only one who was able maintain his happy-go-lucky personality in the real world. etc etc (on that note kel is probably my favorite character so far, his earnestness and sincere desire to reconnect has rlly won me over)

but yeah!! that’s most of my thoughts so far. i’m probably only like... 1/4th of the way through the game? maybe? if it keeps fleshing out the characters and has a nice, tie-it-all-together type conclusion this could definitely be an unforgettable one

[angstalottle]

Why Are You Here?

Part 2:

The air in the room seemed to grow very thick as the two brothers stared at each other neither really believing what they saw.

For Diago he was seeing a face he had long since assumed was gone forever, a brother that abandoned them and left a hole in their family that was never to be filled again.

For Five he was realising he had gone much further forwards then he ever imagined. It made him feel both excited and honestly terrified at his own power. How could he come so far without even realising it?

The silence dragged on, neither wanting to break the fragile composure they currently had.

Thankfully it wasn't left to the brothers to take the first step but instead a nurse who awkwardly knocked on the door carrying a tray of food.

“I hope i'm not interrupting” she cleared her throat shifting under the pair of eyes that snapped towards her. “The doctor said he will be needing something to eat.”

Diago looked to his brother, however fucking crazy this current situation was the ratinal part of his brain knew that whatever questions he had (and there was a shit ton of them) could wait until after Five didnt look like he was about ready to pass out.

Five stared at the woman not saying anything as she placed the tray onto his lap and shuffled out with an uncomfortable smile.

Diago sighed and leaned back in his chair waiting for Five to hurry up and eat so he could finally start to figure out what the hell was going on.

But as seconds ticked by Five remained perfectly still staring down at the boxes of food letting his dark hair fall onto his face.

At first Diago thought maybe being down a working arm was getting in the way and Five was just too stubborn to ask for help…

But then a cold realisation settled in his stomach as he watched Five cautiously poke the container of jello.

He didn't know what was in front of him and he didn't know it was safe.

Diago escaped his fucked up family home over a decade ago but it looked like Five had only just left.

Wordlessly Diago took one of the sandwiches from the tray and took a bite. He hated doing this, showing his own brother that it was safe to eat and that it wouldn't hurt him.

The worst part was that it was working, Five ripped off a small piece of the bread and began to slowly eat.

Bit by bit they continued this, with Diago tasting first then letting Five finish the rest until the tray was clean save for a few crumbs and empty packets.

Everything about Five was skittish and untrusting, it hurt to see honestly. In Diagos mind Five was always so big and strong abel to stand up to Dad when no one else could.

Now though, seeing him though his adult eyes Diago could see what he really was. And that was a worryingly skinny and hurt kid.

An abused child that wanted so desperately to protect his siblings that he made himself the target.

How could Diago ever think he willingly left them?

“What year is it?”

Five was so quiet Diago almost thought he imagined him talking.

“What?” he asked, swallowing the lump in his throat that had formed over the last few minutes.

“What year is it Number Two.” Five said louder this time.

“2018… October to be exact you just missed our birthday.”

Five nodded solomly “ok. Ok i can work with this, i just have to go back and…” he trailed off looking down at his damaged body.

His arm was currently in a white cast carefully held close to his chest in a sling. Diago assumed his leg was similarly encased in plaster hidden under the thin blanket.

Five swallowed nervously, his eyes skittering across his injuries finally realising just how bad it all is.

Diago decided now was the time to step in.

“Five what's the last thing you remember?”

He looked down at his free hand for a moment. “I was fighting with Dad at dinner, I wanted to time travel but he said I wasn't ready. I ran out and i did it… but then nothing.”

“Yeah that would be you getting hit by a car. You appeared in the middle of the road. Considering how fast the guy was going, you're lucky to be alive.”

“Lucky?” Five turned to glare at Diago in a way that sent flashes of nostalgia and also made him wonder how he ever found tiny Five intimidating.

“How can I be lucky when I'm stuck useless in bed until I can teleport again? Time travel was hard enough to do with all working limbs; it's practically impossible now.” Five pulled at his hair.

He was clearly frustrated but something felt off to Diago.

While he didnt understand time travel the same way his brother did then surely it didn't matter when he left he would end up exactly when he left. The only problem was Diago knew Five never made it back home.

Did that mean his brother is going to die here? Or maybe decide to stay?

He knew which he would prefer, even without the morbid possibility Diago would want him to stay, Reginald was a monster and Five was his favourite punching bag.

It was something Diago never really noticed until his brother was gone and that buffer zone they grew up with was ripped away.

Diago took a deep calming breath “look, like it or not you're stuck here for a while. You can either mope around the whole time or enjoy the future. You can even stay with me so you don't have to deal with Dad.”

Fives brow creased “you don't live at home anymore?”

“Five im almost 30, only Luthers stayed at home and even he ended up leaving a few years ago.” Diago rolled his eyes watching as the wheels in Fives head turned.

“Who’s Luther?” He asked confused.

Shit. Diago compleatly forgot about the name thing.

“Mom gave us normal names as a 16th birthday gift, One is Luther I’m Diago, Three is Allison, Four is Klaus, Six wa- is Ben and Seven is Vanya.”

God that reminded him Five didn’t know about Ben.

How the hell was he supposed to tell him his brother died only a year after getting his name?

Thankfully he was saved from having to worry about it for the moment because Patch walked in carrying two large disposable cups of coffee.

“So you're awake then” she smiled thankfully saving Diago from explaining the fact Luther is living on the moon while he rents a boiler room.

Five glared at her “who are you?”

She placed the coffee down to remove her badge and show it to him “I'm a police officer, I was the one to find you and call Diago. Are you up to answering some questions?” She asked clearly, having no idea what she had just walked into.

“What kind of questions?” Five asked suspiciously. They had always been trained to distrust the police, to never tell them what was going on at home and well… Diago realised why once he left home and found it wasn't normal for a kid to be held underwater so long they realised they could breathe the stuff.

“I just want to know your name and if there's a parent or guardian i can call. I saw your tattoo but i still need to hear it from you so i can release you into Diego's care if you want.”

Diago had always been impressed with how she handled herself around victims.

Diago was all sharp edges and quick words never really bothering to comfort while he got information.

It wasn't that he was uncaring, he just always figured the best way to help someone was to get the bastard that hurt them in the first place.

Five just glared at her, his annoying stubborn streak flaring up at the worst possible moment.

“His names Five and he is my brother” Diago supplied, earning the glare turned on him instead for his betrayal.

“Five as in…”

“Yeah one and same. Look Patch I need you to do something for me. You need to make this case disappear, don't let the driver report anything and don’t leave a paper trail” Diago asked standing up, taking the cups from her and placing them down on the bow empty seat and leading her away to the corner of the room.

“Dad is well connected and richer than God, if he finds out Five is here he will take him legal or not”

“I can’t just make the kid disappear” she replied chewing her lip as she glanced over at Five watching them with annoyance. “I’ll keep the tattoo quiet but anything else is a crime.”

Diago smiled, honestly it was more then he was expecting “thanks, I owe you one.”

“By my count it’s more like ten” she snarked back lightly punching him in the shoulder.

As her touch lingered on his arm Diago couldn’t help but wonder if something was still there.

If he could just tell her he still loves her maybe things could go back to how they were.

Then a empty chips packet hit the back of his head and the magical moment that held the potential to fix his relationship was broken.

“Quit talking about me like I’m not here!” Five snapped getting ammo ready for another throw.

Patch just chuckled “oh yeah you two are definitely related”.

She stepped away from Diago and sat on the edge of Fives bed handing him a business card. “If you need anything I want you to call me ok?”

Five turned the piece of card over in his hand sceptically “and who are you exactly?”

“I’m someone you can trust.”

Five responded with a snort.

This time Diago couldn’t blame him, Reginald had a way of taking any trust you had and step on it. There was a time in his life where he trusted his family with his life.

Then after Ben died and everyone left one by one that unbreakable bond he had relied on for years shattered.

Diago half expected Five to spit in her face, instead he looked to him and Diago realised that the relationship his siblings had was still alive and well to Five.

It was a new kind of terror to realise a child trusted you enough to look for your guidance, he wanted Diago to give him the right answer.

The Five who had always been so sure of himself, who would lead his siblings in a way no one else could, who in his arrogance acted like the smarter person in the room and everyone knew it was true… he wanted his big brother to tell him if it was safe to trust a stranger.

A police detective too.

It was weird, but then again what about this situation wasn’t?

As if he were just testing the waters Diago gave a tiny almost missable nod.

And just like that Five relaxed and tucked the card safely into his arms cast.

“While I can’t see myself ever needing help from the likes of you I’ll accept the offer” Five huffed.

“In case you're curious that’s the closest to thank you your gonna get”

Patch just chuckled again “well your very welcome then.” She glanced over at Diago before returning her attention to Five “I’ve got to head to work now but please might or day if you need help please call.”

This time Five only nodded which was good enough for Patch as she got up to leave.

“Oh Diago one more thing.”

“Yeah?”

She tossed him a small wad of cash that Diago didn’t want to know how she got.

“Buy the kid some clothes and some real food. And Raw eggs don’t count.”

With that she was gone leaving the brothers once again in an awkward silence.

“Your girlfriends weird.”

“Shut up” Diago grumbled as he went to find whoever the hell it was that could discharge Five and he could get him home.

——————

It took three separate doctors to finally find one that was willing to release Five into his care.

Even then there was a pile of paperwork to fill out.

It was worth it though as soon as he got Five into a wheelchair and saw him visibly relax upon finding out they were getting out of there.

As suspected his leg was in a cast up to the knee. Something Diago was almost thankful for considering the little shit tried to wheel himself away while he was wrapping things up with a nurse.

Something told him if he could walk there was no way he would have caught up with him.

It was an uncomfortable drive back, mainly because Five had to half lay out on the back seat to fit his leg in.

Even trying to hide the pain he was in Diago heard every sharp intake of breath he made anytime the car went over a bump in the road.

The worst part however was when they got to the boxing club and Five raised an eyebrow.

“The old man fall on hard times or something?”

“No, dad doesn’t pay for my apartment this is… temporary until I can find a better place”

Like he’d been telling himself for the last three years, he was just looking for something better…

“It looks like a dump” Five grunted as his chair was pushed over the threshold.

“Better than the academy let me tell you that”

Thankfully Five didn’t try to argue after that and instead focused on taking in the gym.

However the world had a way of always pissing on Diego's parade as Al spotted the two of him.

“Diego! You piece of shit you were supposed to mop the floors today!” He yelled scurrying over. He looked like he was about to co tinge when he saw Five.

“Who’s the kid.”

“The kid can talk.” Five growled.

“He’s my brother, I just picked him up from the hospital. Look I know it’s a lot to ask but do you mind if he stays a while. Just till I can set us up somewhere permanent.”

They both knew Diego wasn’t going anywhere. He had been saying the same line every couple months for years now.

“I’ll see if there’s another cot spare” he replied wavin them off.

Al didn’t know everything about Diego’s past, he made sure of that, but he knew his family life was bad.

If he wanted to put two and two together about why Diego was now bringing a never before mentioned younger brother home from the hospital he wasn’t about to stop him.

“Thanks Al.”

“Yeah yeah, just don’t forget to mop!”

Diego snorted. They both knew he had more important things to do now.

He wheeled Five into the boiler room choosing to ignore the multiple snarky comments of the places appearance, smell and overall shabbiness in favour of dumping him next to the bed.

“Bathrooms there, kitchen, tv and bed everywhere else”

“Nice to see the old man was wrong about us not needing him” Five mumbled.

God yet another thing Reginald has always held over their heads.

The idea that if they left they would have nothing and no one…

Was he really wrong on this one?

Hell if it weren’t for Patch and Al, Diego would have nothing but a box of cold pizza to offer Five.

“It might not be the Ritz but it’s warm and dry and far away from Dads bullshit.”

“I imagine Number three had a lot to say about the decor” Five said as he picked up a pair of discarded shorts and dropped them again in disgust.

“Allison hasn’t exactly seen the place.”

Five nodded “I guess if you're not planning to stay long you really don’t want to give her ammunition like this.”

Man this was going to be tough.

“Actually Five we don’t really-“

A knock at the door cut him off.

It couldn’t be Al already, but it’s not like anyone else would be there.

Cautiously he opened the door the find a ‘Hello’ tattooed hand shoved through the gap.

“Do me a favour dear brother mine and let me in. I’m in desperate need of a shower”

Diego groaned as he opened the door to Klaus “it really isn’t a good time right now.”

“It never is for you” Klaus teased as he shoved his way in “just because you like to spend your nights clad in leather and climbing through strangers windows”

“Seriously not now” Diego tried to block his view but it was too late.

The plastic bag filled with all Klaus owned in the world was dropped to the floor and his already pale skin dropped a few more shades.

“D-do you see a little number Five or is it just me?”

Five turned to see him blinking in surprise “number Four?”

Diego sighed, clamping a hand on Klaus’ shoulder “he’s here Klaus and he’s alive.”

[ashleyisdeviant]

N$fw

—————————I’m Watching You————————

“Dude, some of those jokes were like... absolute genius.” Arin says as he leans back in his chair, swiveling from side to side and throwing his hands behind his head. Dan laughes.

“Yeah, some of them were. But dude come on, some of them were, like, hot garbage.”

Dan is on his bed, laying on his stomach while his feet cross up in the air behind him. Arin can’t help the small flutter he feels when dans smile spreads across his face.

They both chuckle for a moment, then grow silent. It’s Arin who sighs first. Dan notices but chooses not to pry. He knows he won’t have to. He knows Arin will confide in him.

“I frickin hate this, man.” Arin starts, quickly leaning out of his relaxed pose and holding his head in his hands, elbows landing on the desk. “I’m tired of having to be at home all the time. I miss my friends.”

“I know,” Dan says as he drops his head “I know it’s what’s best but, I really hate it too. I feel like I’m going crazy stuck in this house.”

“I just wish it would end, the virus, the quarantine, all of it.”

“It will, Big Cat. Just give it time. This is just how it has to be for right now.”

Arin nods, instantly feeling less aggravated hearing the nickname.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Dan smiles and reaches up to adjust his camera. Arin’s screen goes all glitchy for a moment before returning to normal.

Arin can’t help himself from staring at Dans tanned stomach as his too tight shirt rides up. To defeat the impending inappropriate thoughts he can feel creeping in, he cracks a joke.

“Is that shirt like an extra small or something?”

He watches as Dan glances down and instead of pulling the shirt back into place, he places his palm flat on his stomach and runs it slowly up the small dip of his bellybutton and under his shirt.

“Yeah, I think I’ve actually gained some weight during all of this. None of my shirts fit me

right anymore.”

Arin tries to laugh, but it comes out as a heavy release of breath as he watches Dan’s hand, jealous and entranced all at the same time.

Arin’s lack of response and transfixed state seemed to catch Dan’s attention.

“Arin?”

He quickly snaps to, clearing his throat and sitting up straighter in his chair.

“I wouldn’t worry about that dude, you look great. “

The glint that flashes in Dan’s eye is mischievous, but it’s gone in a second. Instead it’s replaced with a wide and proud smile.

“You like this hot bod, Arin?” Dan teases, climbing to his knees and placing a second hand under his shirt, sliding it up his stomach as well, pulling the fabric further up his torso.

Arin feels his dick stir in his sweatpants as Dans dark nipples slowly slip into view. For a moment Arin is lost. It’s wrong to feel this way about his straight best friend, right? But there Dan is, using one hand to keep his shirt up and sliding the other up and down his stomach, to the side of his own ribs, letting the pad of his thumb brush over his own rapidly hardening nipple. And it’s not in a ‘HAHA funny joke right?’ way, but in a slow, teasing, flirty way that makes a burning heat start to pool in Arin’s stomach. Dans eyes flick right to his camera lens and Arin can feel his confident smirk through the screen. Words Arin... use words!

“Having fun over there?”

“Maybe I am.” Dan says smoothly. “You...uh...you could too, you know.” Arin’s face must give away his surprise because Dan quickly follows with “If you wanted to.”

Dan tucks his shirt under his chin and let’s both hands slowly trickle down his stomach, fingertips brushing the skin there feather light. He is no longer looking at Arin or the lens, but down at his own hands watching himself with a slightly open mouth.

“Dan,” Arin manages to say after watching him for a long moment. “You know, this isn’t exactly a totally heterosexual thing to do with your best friend... right?” Arin chooses his words carefully. He didn’t want to discourage him at all, but he wanted to make sure Dan understood where Arin’s mind was going right now.

Dan shrugs eyes lifting slightly to look at Arin on his screen, black lashes folding over dark cheekbones.

“I don’t care. It’s you.” The shyness in Dan’s voice finally shining through. “I trust you.”

Arin pauses and asks one last time.

“You sure?” He watches as Dan swallows hard and nods. “Okay.” Arin breathes, finally giving himself permission to enjoy Dans little show. He leans forward puts an elbow on the desk. “Take your shirt off.”

Arin swears he can see Dan shiver at the command. Dans eyes travel back to the camera lens as he grips the thin fabric, pulling it over his head, beautiful dark curls bouncing as he tosses it to the side. Arin drinks him in. It’s not like it’s something that he hasn’t seen before, but it’s never been offered up to him quite like this. Dan’s hands still dance over his own skin, his hips doing a very subtle sway back and forth as his eyes flutter closed.

“How do you feel?” Arin asks.

“Warm.” Was Dan’s simple answer.

“It’s about to get warmer.” Arin teases.

A playful smirk breaks across Dan’s face.

“Bring it on, baby bear.”

Arin adjusts in his chair.

“How about we bring one of those hands down south a bit more.”

Dan does as instructed and slides his right hand slowly down his stomach, fingertips brushing against the elastic if his boxers sticking out above the top of his holy jeans.

“Put your hand on the front of those jeans.”

Without hesitation, Dan does just that.

“Good, now cup your hand around that dick for me.”

Dan’s Adam’s Apple bobs once as he swallows hard, fingers curling around the rough denim. His eyes are still closed and his head is tilted back a bit.

“Now press down.” Arin says with a suddenly strained voice. “Massage it through your pants.”

Dans mouth slides open as his hand works against the thick fabric.

“Don’t forget your nipple Dan,” Arin scolds. “Give it a good pinch for me.” And as he does there is a strong hitch in Dans breathing. “Good boy.” Arin praises and he can see the way his body responds to that. Dans hips buck into his hand and his mouth hangs slightly open.

“A-Are you?” Dan tries to ask his eyes finally coming open to glance to the screen. It takes a moment for Arin to understand what he is asking.

“No, do you want me to?”

“Yes.” Dan says without hesitation.

Arin nods and looks down at his tented up sweats before taking a somewhat shaking hand and groping himself through them and he has to hold back a moan.

“Now,” Arin goes on, his mind feeling a bit foggy from everything that is happening. “Undo your belt.” Dan does and Arin can’t help but feel so lucky as he watches. He is buzzing with anticipation. This part feels delicate, like it’s something that has been slowly crafted for years and he’s got to be careful so he doesn’t break it. Arin cant bring himself to speak too much louder than a whisper. “Can I see you Dan? Will you show me?”

“Yes.” Dan practically whines as his slightly shaking hands work open his jeans and pull them down along with his boxers, just enough for his fully hard dick to spring free.

Dan is beautiful Arin thinks to himself for almost the one thousandth time as Dan reaches for himself.

“Don’t touch.” Arin commands. Dan stills his hands and let’s them hang at his sides, looking up and watching Arin. Arin pushes his chair back from the desk a little ways and shimmy’s his sweats down, pulling his hard cock free before slowly stroking it, almost experimentally. “I’m watching you Dan.” Arin growls. “God, look at that dick. It’s so hard, so thick. I bet you are just dying to touch it.” The wave of ecstasy that washes over Dans face is breathtaking. Arin watches as Dans dick twitches at his words. “It’s just throbbing, Dan. Begging to be touched. You want to touch it don’t you? Or...” Arin pauses, “Do you want me to touch it?” A groan rolls it’s way out of Dans mouth. The noise shoves Arin closer the the edge. “You do, don’t you? You want me to wrap my hands around that thick throbbing cock and you want me to jack you off.” A shudder rocks it’s way down Dans body. “Or maybe you want my mouth...”

“Arin!” Dan begs breathlessly “P-Please.”

“Touch yourself Dan. Jack off that juicy, touch starved cock and think about me putting it in my mouth, sucking you off, begging for you to cum down my throat.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Dan groans, his fingers wrapping around his dick, pumping it hard and fast. Arin knew they weren’t going to last much longer. He watches Dan as his whole body rolls into his strokes, hips meeting hands, puffy lips being bitten, hair a curly mess. And he is beautiful.

“You’re fucking gorgeous Dan, do you know that?”

“Arin!” Dan cries out again.

“Cum for me baby. I wanna know what that face looks like when you cum. Im watching you Dan. Put on a good show for me and cum.”

And Dan does, and it’s beautiful. His hips stutter and his body shakes. He makes soft, sweet, whining noises as hot ropes of cum burst from him, landing all over his bed and running down his knuckles, dripping from his hands. The sight is a masterpiece that sends Arin free falling into his own orgasm, shooting wave after wave over the fabric of his sweats and on his shirt. Dans chest heaves as his body slowly comes back down to earth. After a few silent moments and a short clean up on both ends, Arin speaks.

“You are a performer in everything you do, that’s for sure.” Dan gives a breathy laugh.

“Arin I... wow. You’re so...” Arin can’t help the flutter in his heart as he takes in Dans smile. “That was... wow.” Arin laughes.

“It was.” Arin rubs the back Of his neck. “How are you feeling?” He can’t help but worry.

“Arin, I’m fine.” Dan pauses. “Do you think, maybe, when all this is over... Do you think maybe we could hang out?”

Arin lifts a teasing eyebrow.

“Like we do all the time?”

Dan lets out a nervous laugh.

“No like... a little different, maybe?” Arin catches his unspoken words and smiles.

“Yeah, id like that.”

[britishassistant]

I had a dream last night dealing with your fic. It was after the Fourth Ninja war and Mayu's friends were huddling around a table trying to figure out what to do for Mayu's birthday. Sasuke realizing what would be perfect to do with his new dimensional traveling ability. Plans with the others to get about a month off and get a ship together while he goes dimension hopping to search for one specific dimension (part 1)

Sasuke eventually comes back in a few days later after finding the dimension he was looking for, and soaking wet and smelling of ocean water. Sakuke changes his clothes into something dry and tells the other plan brithday surprise is a go with the most disgruntled look on his face hair still dripping wet with ocean water that makes the others laugh. They manage to get 3 months off instead of just the one from Kakashi as his part of the gift since he can't come with because Hokage (part 2)

A few weeks past as they get the ship and supplies they will need and on the special day, Mayu is dragged blindfolded to the ship. The ship they got together was gorgeous grown from Hiroshima trees Mangrove Edition and shaped in a similar style to the Mary Go a living ship made by Tanzo for this special adventure, wood painted bright colors and sails made of leaves a ship with the ability to heal itself and grow, her name? The Will of Fire. (Part 3)

Mayu was so Confused but Happy this is a ship she always wanted a ship but she knows her friends this can't be it, also if it was just the ship why would Kakashi tell her she has the next three months off? And to enjoy herself? and why would Kami Straw-hats be laughing so much everytime she prayed about her friends acting strange? She asks but all she gets is a we'll explain when we get there now get on the ship. Which of course she does (part um what part is it 3 or 4 i think im going guess 4)

She is getting ready to explore the ship because thats just what you do, when the ship lurches forward despite being in the middle of a lake and the next thing anyone knows is the Will of Fire (now shortened to just Will) is dropping a few feet into open ocean just outside a VERY familiar island that she's only ever seen in a comic book and an anime. Mayu gets her bearings fast enough to hear Ino complain to Sasake about the rough entrance. (Part 5 wish their was a way to tell the whole thing)

Mayu looks around her friends are eagerly waiting and looking at her. Naruto is smiling extremely wide, he was clearly influenced by the Kami-Luffy with that grin and getting out a blank flag and paints. Ino is still complaining to a really dizzy Sasuke, who comments moving a ship full of people and who knows how much supplies is really tiring just be glad he didn't drop them 20 instead of 3. Mayu takes it in and asks that's loungetown[sp?] isn't it? In the East Blue? (Part 6)

Naruto somehow grins even more wide and replys yup and yup, been planning this trip for weeks since the end of the war, for your brithday unfortunately the friends we made in the other Villages couldn't come with but we were lucky Sasuke managed to find this Dimension so quickly it only took him 3 days, and a 'Nami blessed me' was called by the still recovering Sasuke. Anyway what's our flag going to be Mayu? And then I was woken up by dog which sucked (the last)

Oh my lord I??? Love this??? SO MUCH???

Aside from the fact that you’re dreaming about this series (which seriously made me blush aaaaaah), this is insanely sweet and amazing and. I barely have the words for how much I love it.

This would seriously be the dream ending for Mayu right here— having all her friends leave their ninja duties with her (even if its only for three months) and all become PIRATES.

And in actual ONE PIECE as well, she would probably be incoherently squealing for so long. Many hugs would be in order.

Though that does lead to the question of do the kami Straw Hats remain separate from their mortal counterparts? Or do their memories combine somewhat so certain members of the Straw Hat crew in the New World are suddenly sitting up like “why do I remember dumbass ninja and killing gods”

What would the flag be? That is a tricky one, because while they could sail under the Konoha leaf, ex-missing nin Sasuke would probably pull faces at it. The Ushizo spiral may have to be used as a compromise, perhaps the Ketsugi Pelican with the Ushizo spiral on its breast? I’d love to hear any ideas you have on the matter!

There’ll definetely be a debate over whether they’re called the Lunchtime Pirates or the Ninja Pirates.

Thank you so much for sending me this!! I’m really excited to recieve asks, writing or fanart about this series, so you really made my day!

[honeysuckle-writings]

Part one PG Amasai

**This is like the first thing I've ever posted on here. So I hope you enjoy it? I'd love to continue if you do.**

'One, two, three...FUCK.'

"Mr. Saihara?"

'Just one more time... I'll finally get it.'

"Saihara."

'One, two, THREE.'

A loud thunk echoed, bringing the boy in question out of his thoughts. Saihara had been thumbing away at his portable gaming console and not giving any thought to the people around him, including the teacher that was now looming over him, with a book in hand that he had hit the desk with. Saihara must have lost track of time and didnt realize class had started. Shit.

"Uh..uhm.." Saihara began to stutter out.

"Uh uh." The teacher interrupted. "You know the drill."

"Y-yeah I do. Im-m sorry." What was he supposed to do? A new mini game had just come out for his favorite series, Danganronpa. Did people just expect him not to beat it the day it released just so he could have bragging rights? No one understood.

Unfortunately he had to stay after school for an hour or two as punishment. Not that it bothered him. He didn't exactly care to be at home. He would just end up hiding away in his room with his laptop anyway.

He lived solely with his Uncle who was a detective so he wasn't home that often. He never really knew what happened to his parents. He had been told quite a few different stories but they were never the same so Saihara gave up asking. Having detention would just pass time until dinner.

He put away the console into his messenger bag and continued trying to pay attention to the rest of the class. Key word being tried; His mind always wandered. He would always end up studying and doing well on his own so he would often daydream while in classes. He could just pick up where he left off in the game at lunch.

Two more hours rolled by just like normal. During transition times he would quickly zoom through the crowd to get to the next classroom without having to face any humiliation from bullys. He really didn't feel like battling them today.

Finally he had reached lunch time. He'd finally be able to play again. Saihara had packed a fruit bowl and a bottle of water into his bag this morning for lunch, so there was no need to crawl through the lines of students trying to buy their lunch.

He dashed to the back of the school. It had finally begun to turn autumn. The trees were all different shades of reds, yellows, and oranges while the brown ones had fallen to the ground. With each step he relished in the sound of them crushing. The cool air made it the perfect time to be outside. He had found a tree on the outskirts of the campus line and let his bag slump off his shoulder.

"Bout time you get here." A voice called from behind him.

"I'm s-sorry Akamatsu. I was trying to get here as, as fast as I could." He turned to face the blonde girl behind him. Her signature resting bitch face glaring at him.

"Did you bring the game?" She asked in a low tone. It felt like they were doing a more illegal exchange.

"Of course I-I did. Do you th-think I'm dumb?" Saihara was almost offended. Akamatsu was one of the only people he knew that loved Danganronpa too. Not as much as him of course, but she did have the same aspirations as him.

"No. Just stupid." She responded bluntly before sitting down on the ground beside his bag.

"Ha ha." He faked a laugh and joined her. She had her hands inside of his bag digging out the console. He didnt mind, he was used to her being very abrasive. He opted for looking around while she booted up the game.

Suddenly his heart began to have palpitations and his stomach started twisting. Off in the distance his eyes were glued on a tall man with green hair lighting up a cigarette as he went to cross over to the convinient store. Many of the more, rough students would go there to smoke or create chaos.

"Hey I fucking swear if you drool on yourself I'm going to take this home with me and hold it for ransome." Akamatsu called out to him.

Saihara wiped his mouth and frowned. "S-sorry."

The green haired man's name was Rantaro Amami, and Saihara had the biggest crush on him. Amami had already been in one of the killing games and survived. Saihara had watched every episode, with his crush growing more and more as he watch Amami help figure out the blackened. He almost didn't know how to react when he saw him in school. He was a celebrity, an idol, to Saihara. They hadn't even spoke but Saihara had thought of the most inappropriate fantasies involving the two of them. He vowed that one day he would finally open up to him. Whether it be during school or perhaps they could be on a season together. The thoughts sent shivers down Saihara's spine.

"You might as well talk to the guy." Akamatsu had begun pressing buttons and working through the beginning of the game on her own save file. "What's the worst that could happen? He says no?"

"Punch m-me and tell me t-to fuck off." Saihara answered.

"Okay but you'd get off on that so I dont see a problem here." Damnit she really did know him.

"Maybe one day."

"You say that everytime."

"Okay jeez." He tipped the hat he always wore down over his eyes a bit more, slightly embarrassed. Amami had already crossed over to the store and out of sight much to Saihara's dismay.

They stayed pretty quiet after that. Akamatsu stuck in the game and Saihara left to watch and help if she needed it, though most of the time she didn't. The hour flew by and Saihara watched for another sign of Amami. He had finished his fruit with Akamatsu's help.

"Fuck we're gunna have to go back to class. I dont want to." Akamatsu saved her place and sat it down on the ground near Saiharas bag.

Saihara looked away from the store and back to his friend. "Lucky me, I have to stay after school for a bit."

"Sucks." She stood up and brushed flakes of leaves off of her skirt. "Can I take the game while you're locked up?"

Saihara huffed. "Fine. B-but you cant take it home. I'll find y-you and kill you."

"Dont make promises you cant keep." She grabbed it off the ground and started back towards the school. "See you fucker." He watched her disappear before he stood up himself.

He slung the bag over his shoulder and looked over at the store once more. Perhaps he had just missed Amami. He huffed at the thought and gripped the strap of his bag before making his way to his next class. The kids had already scattered and the last thing he needed was to be late and have to stay even longer.

The crunch of leaves turned into steps on pavement as he followed the small groups of kids into the school.

"Hey freak!"

Fuck. Saihara knew that voice. Kaito Momota, the schools biggest asshole.

Without thinking Saihara began to sprint and push people out of the way.

Fuck fuck fuck.

Suddenly he was stopped after he hit directly into the back of someone. He fell on to his knees and caught himself with his hands. Oh god he was embarrassed.

The person he had run into didnt get nearly as affected. They had just been pushed forward slightly.

Saihara started to sputter an apology as he noticed their feet had turned to face him. His eyes slowly raised from the person's shoes, to their brown cardigan, to their face- Amami.

Amami stood over him with a scowl on his face and dark eyes.

Oh god Saihara was on his knees in front of him. His face immediately flushed.

"Oh m-my god I'm s-sorry. I didn't-"

"Didn't see me?" Amamis low voice finished his sentence. Amamis voice was so sensual, it did things to Saihara that he wouldnt admit to anyone else. Not even Akamatsu.

"Yeah, uhm."

"You going to get up?" Amami crossed his arms and Saihara had to keep from drooling at the sight of them and the thought of his hands grabbing him and-

"Alright suit yourself." Amami turned to leave.

This brought Saihara out of his daydream and he quickly stood up. "No!"

"Excuse me?" Amami stopped.

"I-I I mean uhm. No I n-need to apologize." Saihara knew he had to be as red as the color on Amamis loose tie.

"Okay. Go on."

"Uhm, I'm sorry f-for running into you."

"Okay."

"Hey you cant out run me!" Oh great, just what he needed. Amami to see just how much of a weakling he was.

Saihara bit his lip and looked toward Momota.

Momota walked up to the two of them, glaring at Amami. The tension between the two was something Saihara was not prepared for.

"The fuck are you doing Momota?" Amami questioned him.

"Look stay outta my business. The kid and I got some catch up to do."

"Dont you have anything better to do than compensate for your tiny ass dick." Amami didnt miss a bit nor was he phased by Momota.

"Do you want me to fuck you up right here pretty boy?"

"I'm not into that. Now leave."

Momota seemed to be thrown off at the comment and he glared at Saihara. He took this as a warning for next time. With that, Momota stormed off.

Saihara was grateful. No one had ever gotten Momota to leave like that.

"Amami. Thank you."

"Shut. Dont drag me into your shit anymore. I already deal with him."

"I-im sorry?" Saihara was not quite expecting the response. He knew Amami was a little cold but he was not prepared.

"Just be careful next time." Amami turned and walked off.

That response seemed, somehow softer. Amami was turning out to be very confusing and it only intrigued Saihara more.

[fluffyballme]

Garden

Let's put this in their second year, because we all know they are school sweethearts

It was sunday and spring just started which means Neville will be there to see his beautiful flowers grow

He dressed fast and eated faster and if Harry wasn't staring at Draco he would be suprised of why is he hurrying so much

But Hermione explained him (because she is good friend and remembers when her firends talks about something they love) as she continued reading book

And so he made it to green house just in time and oh god he could already see small flowers growing! Spring is-

There was anoder boy, at his flowers, smelling them and talking to them- what is going on?

,,Umm sorry uh.. who are you?"

,,Theodore Nott"

He was Slytherin, he heard about him

He was different from other Slytherins Neville met, he was much more caring than other Slytherins, he heard about him because kids weren't so nice so they talked behinde his backs mean stuff about "how he could be Slytherin when he should be Hufflepuff!" and other mean things he doesn't even want to remember

And that boy- Theodore made him feel.. weird

He had small curls at end of his hair, like really small, he smiled to him- he also had most beautiful smile ever and his eyes, god his eyes

,,I am sorry I just wanted to see these flowers-" he started to explain himself and why he is here but just stopped, ,,I am sorry, I will leave if I am making toruble"

He apologised and wanted to leave but Neville couldn't let him leave

,,No! Uh I mean, no you can stay, I mean I have nothing against you here because this is school's and everybody is welcome- I am sorry, I am talking to much"

And Theodore laughed and Neville felt like he could die instantly, his laugh was soo cute that it made Neville blush and amile softly

,,How is this plant called?"

,,Leaping Toadstools"

,,Oh and that?!"

,,Mimbulus mimbletonia"

,,And that! What's that? It looks soo beautiful!"

,,Uhh it's just Narcissus."

,,Oh.."

Neville just couldn't help but smile/blush whole time Theodore was asking him

And from that moment they just somehow started to hang more and more, it just happened

It started as hang outs in green house and then as learning sessions, walking around halls together and even eating together

Sometimes if day was bad other would take food from great hall for both and would sit on wall eating silently enjoying each others company

They became inseaprable

And finally in 4th year Neville got courage to ask him out

Both never realised they were falling in love but they were, hard

Theo blushed hard when Neville (finally) asked him out

And Neville was so stupid because he thought Theo would reject him- quoting Theo Nott's words!

On their first date Neville was a little late and he got good reason, he was picking narcissa's for Theo because now Neville made plan, from now on till rest of his life he will give Theo one narcissa after he got from work (not that he was so madly in love that he was already planing marrying Theo and spending rest of his life with him, certanly not!)

Theo blushed when Neville explained why he was late

But loved Neville even more because of how caring and sweet person he is

And so they dated, at first it was awkward for both because they were also each other's best friends but what they felt wasn't friendly, it was more than friendly feelings

They were school sweethearts, both socialy awkward to show it in public but alone they couldn't get enough of each other

And then everything started

(Theo for every Neville's birthday sended him present and one narcissus in sign of love)

Dark Lord is back.

Death Eaters were called and Neville not knowing Theo's family were Death Eaters, talked about how he joined Dumbledore's Amry and he should too! He praised everything against Dark Lord and Theo agreed , he hated Dark Lord and loved his family

Neville was always caring boyfriend and he will stay one forever, but it was just he never noticed Theo being off, he never noticed Theo being forced into being Death Eater

And so war started and everybody had their side; one heart broken in two peices, both good but teared into something more than themselves

But Theo decided he couldn't do it

So he ran and ran and ran

He run to try to find Neville, he wanted him, needed his soft hugs, softer kisses and his calming voice telling him everything's gonna be fine

He found him just before fight started, Neville was preparing for fight all tensed

He noticed Theo and he wanted nothing more than run to him and give him biggest hug ever, but he can't, he couldn't

He ignored him and Theo's poor heart broken every time more and more until he screamed on top of his lungs at Neville making him listen

He explained that he (and Draco, Blaise and Pansy and half of Slytherins) were forced into becoming Death Eaters because of their pureblood families, he apologised for not telling him, for just running away from him, for everything he could

And Neville kissed him hard and pssionate- he never kissed him like this unless they were having small make out sessions-

That was last time Theo saw him (he had to defent Hogwarts) and so did Theo, this was his true home

He stood next to Draco and Blaise looking at Harry's dead face and crazy lunatic of wizard being happy over finally killing a teenager

Draco screamed on top of his lungs when he saw Harry's dead body in Hagrids amrs

They all fought together, side by side

They all sat down in circle next to each other cuddiling still in shock

He was in Neville's conforting arms, everything was already better

(everyone spend their summer in Grimudal place taking care of each other, it was better with company)

Eight year came and every student got job help rebuilding Hogwarts

Neville got to rebuild Green house with Theo and planting plants, drawing on pots, cleaning mess and making new furniture for Green house was Neville's best dream ever and he wish never to wake up

,,Neville, look! Narcissus are growing, who planted them?"

,,I did- uh that's our flower so I had to, you know plant that one too ove-" he was cut off by Theo kisssig him with biggest smile on his face

_

It was hot summer day, it just fited for late July weather. In early morning was still cold and little foggy but at 12 it already started to brun, afternoon was kind of better but only from 5 and then night falls and it was once more colder.

Neville was just sitting on ground in garden, it was around 6pm and he was enjoying in shade that house made while slight wind was making perfect shade for Neville to take care of his plants.

It was late July, to be more precise it was 30th of July Neville's birthday. Whole day owls were just flying in and out of their house bringing birthday cards sending him best wishes, much love and even more happines and of course teasing how old he is now. All of them made him happy and he loved every single one of his friends, he was luckiest man alive to have such great friends and even better husband- Theodore Nott, oops Theodore Longbottom.

Today Neville got to sleep late in morning, to be precise he woke up at 10am and there was already over 20 letters waiting for him to be opened. But also there was no sight of his husband, actually his husband went missing for whole day but Neville was sure he's doing something very important so he didn't want to bother but also that meant he would have whole day for himself to relax and enjoy on his birthday.

So he did. Whole day he waited for weather to cold down so he could go out and take care of his beautiful and big garden. And it finally cold down, it was perfect time to garden and drink tea or some cold drink in garden. So he made himself a cup of tea and put on table on balcony they had to cold down a little while he took his tools for garden and went in garden.

,,There you are!" Soon enough Neville heard so fimiliar voice behind him and he recognised it the second he heard his voice.

,,Oh there you are! I was now a little worried where are you whole day." Neville confessed as he was about to stand up to greet his husband but it was too late, Theo already kneeld down to kiss his beloved husband.

,,Yeah well I was searching for something special and it's of course for you." Theo said slightly moving away from Neville's comfrotable pressence to get what was in bag, ,,Here you go, new plant book! I knew yoy were searching for this for a long time and well I kinda pulled few strings to get it," Theo confessed and laughed to himself a little and he continued, ,,and how would this be your birthday without these," Theo suddenly pulled from his back beautiful white flowers; narcissus. ,,happy birthday love." Theo wished to Neville as he pulled him from kiss and smiled softly while he still conected their forheads together.

,,Thank you love." Neville thanked him as he smiled softly being blessed he has such husband, God was he lucky.

Im literally posting this in 23:15, but i was preparing for hospital im going in tomorrow so i didnt have time to finish this but whatever; happy birthday to one of my fav characters ever, he learned me that i can be who i am no matter how i look outisde its important who i am inside! So here it is for neville and he's lovely husband, happy birthday! <3

[johnnq]

want

laying lazily on the couch in your living room, you tapped away at your phone screen as you barely registered the movie in the background that you had put on, let alone the small and desperate attempts your boyfriend, mark made to get your undivided attention.

he'd been doing it all day - trying to get your attention. it started off small, poking you, kissing you in every place possible on your face, making noise in the other room to distract you; but ended in going as far as deliberately burning himself while he made lunch for you both so you'd come out from the realms of your phone and to his aid. he wanted you to pay attention to him and you knew it.

mark was the clingy type. a boyfriend who required constant small little validations, mostly involving loving acts such as forehead kisses, cheek kisses, holding hands and generally having you let him know you were important to him. but one thing he wasn't, was desperate.

until today, when for some reason he had decided that he would do everything in his power to get the attention he craved no matter what he had to do in order to get it, and that he would incessantly push the notion until you caved. so far though, you'd been cuddled under the blanket you took from your shared bedroom, and had stayed there for half the day even after mark made you eggs as a half-assed offering he hoped would butter you up a little. unfortunately, it hadn't.

"b-baby, do you want to have sex today?" he asked innocently after handing it to you.

"not today mark, im too tired." you mumbled in response to him, too interested in your phone and the tv rather than him.

once he left to go and run a couple errands you couldn't quite believe just how much it was bothering him.

you didn't definitely know why today you had a particular spike of amusement seeing him get so frustrated over you blatantly ignoring all his efforts, but you figured it probably had something to do with the fact that since the early morning when he dragged his feet to the living room after waking up unbearably needy, he'd had a painfully persistent hard-on that seemed to only worsen whenever he was around you.

he was shy so he rarely said anything, and lucky for him you'd usually be the first to initiate sex because after all, you loved pleasing mark just as much as he liked to please you in return and you understood that he was less comfortable about sex than you, but today was about trying to see how long he could keep this game up for because god knows it was incredibly obvious he was running out of options.

finally almost admitting defeat, mark sighed and trapsed his way over from the kitchen where he'd just finished dishes, to you on the couch where he plopped down next to you and leaned on you reliantly, as you were still engrossed in your phone and your twitter feed.

"so.. whatcha doin'?" mark asked, his hand lightly touching your arm, and his head turning to try and see what you were doing as you looked up at him for a few seconds before continuing to scroll.

"twitter." you barely even utter, silence quickly following the one word answer. the way you had just killed the conversation with that one word answer was inevitably uncomfortable for the both of you as mark looked completely lost for words at how uninterested you were.

"what on twitter?" he hesitantly asked after an absurdly lengthy pause on both your parts, his hand coming up to hook into his hair as he tugged on it gently and sighed.

shifting your position as you felt yourself getting slightly restless, you shifted from having your legs crossed to just straight as you adjusted your blanket and poke your tongue out in concentration once you continue focusing on your phone.

finally realising you would need to answer him, you sighed, grinning to yourself knowing just how annoyed he was getting by the second.

"just you know, checking some of the guys tweets. it's been so long since i saw them all you know." you replied confidently, the smugness in your tone glaringly obvious by now.

"c'mon baby.. just look away from your phone for a few minutes. just, uh i don't know, play with my hair at least." he plead with you, bargaining at this point to gain anything he could from you.

you let out an annoyed breath, and forfeited.

"fine. come here." you conceded, patting the patch of couch next to you as he followed your instructions and rested his head there, allowing you to run your fingers through his hair and play with it, curling it absentmindedly.

"y/n?" he asked from next to you, motioning to his pants as you turned to look at him and his growing erection, the wet spot he had created earlier from his arousal still not completely dried.

poor boy, he didn't deserve all this teasing.

without a moment's hesitation, mark manoeuvred himself onto your lap, pulling the blanket off of your body and smiling to himself as he smiled down at you.

now this, this got your attention. it was unlike mark to be so forward and terse as he often opted to be more subtle with his hints as he knew you often picked up on them quite quickly. you very rapidly lifted your head up to look at him and smiled to yourself and him, tutting out loud as he bit his lip in response.

"oh, wow.. did i get the baby all worked up, huh? you must be absolutely begging for it if you're getting on your knees for me that easily." you let the words roll of your tongue as your dominant side cames out, causing mark to blush outwardly and let out a small whine.

"i've been waiting all day baby.. ALL day, and my cocks been so h-hard for you and i tried so hard to get rid of it in the bathroom earlier b-but you look so sexy with your hair up like that and i-i had a dream about you last night.. and i-i-" he whined to you, as you covered his mouth and hushed him, absolutely loving how he was stuttering already and practically begging for you to do something, anything to relieve the tension in his ever tightening pants.

"first of all; it's not baby, it's mommy. and second of all, use your words babyboy. tell mommy what you want her to do to you." at this, mark let out a sigh of relief and giggled at the difference in tone from how you were just minutes earlier, and leaned forward a little thinking to himself.

"c-can i.. ride your thigh mommy? i know it's weird and probably really pathetic b-but I need to cum quickly, it h-hurts being this hard for so long."

and he wasn't even lying, either. you knew that he had been hard all day and that from your own experience, being turnt on for that long could hurt if not dealt with, so you decided that you would give him this, just the simple act he asked for if it meant he'd get off you and leave you in peace.

you sighed and smiled, a playful bite of your lip following. "..okay. but, you can't touch me, ask me to touch you, and you have to cum in your pants only. got it?"

before you could even finish your sentence mark was already hurriedly nodding his head as you could see in his eyes just how excited your statement got him, and that despite the rules you layed out he was just as grateful as ever.

"y-yes mommy, thank you so much." he breathed out weakly as he looked down at your thigh exposed completely for his use, no pants to keep a barrier between his clothed cock and you since you were wearing sleep shorts.

"good, now" you motioned to your thigh and gave him a stern look, looking at his pants again and seeing him blush a deep crimson.

"ride my thigh like the little puppy you are."

without anything other than that, mark positioned himself straddling your thigh, and made quick work of relieving himself as he began to move back and forth in a rhythmic motion, the feeling of his cock rubbing against you as he gripped onto the couch for support, beautifully submissive whimpers and moans overflowing from his little mouth as he could barely contain his excitement and pleasure.

watching him chasing his own high, not caring about anything else got you deliciously aroused even if you knew the moment would be short-lived by the loudness and consistency of his sounds, you barely managed to keep your composure and the dominant facade you often played at the forefront as you scrolled through your twitter feed once again while mark humped and gyrated against your thigh like his life depended on it.

"f-fuck g-ah.. bab- i mean mommy, it feels so good." he told you, his tone shaky and unpredictable as he could barely control the pitch and loudness of his voice as he sped up and let out more and more sounds.

"i know babyboy, i can see by how needy the sounds coming from you are and that wet spot your needy little cock is making on my thigh? you love being mommy's little puppy don't you? humping her leg like the obedient little slut you are, so messy." you goaded him further, feeding into his fantasy as he only moaned in response nodding vehemently and allowed the beads of sweat now forming on his forehead to drip down completely.

he spent around 5 minutes doing this until he began to throb against your thigh quite obviously and he whispered to you that he was going to cum. by now, the wet spot and the substance had dripped further down you as he continued to move against it without a single worry, and for you it kept getting gradually harder and harder to pretend that you didn't want him to milk his cock all over you as he whined and moaned your name.

with every moan or whimper that he conjured, his cock was throbbing and moving more and you could just tell that his orgasm was approaching fast.

"is the little puppy gonna cum all over himself in his pants, hmm?" you teased, using your hand to grip his lower face and turn his view to you, knowing full well that he could barely form coherent sentences at that moment and loving it.

"this is the first time you've been this quiet all day babyboy, is my thigh really making you feel that good?" you continue to tease, seeing him screw his eyes shut and a grunt leave his lip.

"im cumming, y/n.. for y-you." he moans pathetically.

in mere seconds he's reduced to a screaming, writhing and sensitive mess as his orgasm washes over him like a wave, and his cock erupts generous amounts of warm into his boxers as he thanks you for being so lenient on him.

he almost immediately afterwards flops down next to you exhausted, breathing heavy and laboured as he kisses you on the cheek.

"i would say that im up for a second round but by the looks of you, you'll be lucky if you can catch your breathe properly." you joked with him.

"hey! you're the one who left me all day!" he spat back, looking at you in disbelief.

"i know i know, and im sorry for being so mean." you told him, lifting your head gently and changing position again not paying much attention to the wetness on your thigh still.

"the question is though, is a second round on the menu?"

[yjsangjun-blog]

                       𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 — 𝖇𝖆𝖊𝖐 ‘𝖘𝖆𝖒’ 𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖏𝖚𝖓.

hi hello. i’m cait, i’m 25, i go by she/her pronouns and i live in cst! i am a hot mess who loves causing her characters pain & angst…. i also love ruining their lives on a daily basis.

this is my babe sangjun who’s a lil bit messy ( much like most of my characters ) and you can find basic stats / bullet point bio / basic personality info / basic plot ideas & stuff like that for him under the cut! if you want more in depth info message me bc honestly this intro post is … oof !!! it’s also kinda long so lemme apologize for that as well !!!

but i am super excited to be here and i can’t wait to plot with ya’ll & love your babies !!!! if you’d like to plot, please feel free to IM me on here, ask for my discord or like this post & i’ll come to you !!!

tw: mentions of alcohol / alcoholism, drugs / drug abuse, bullying & violence.

                                         BASIC INFO ( PT 1. )

FACECLAIM: min yoongi + suga + rapper. CHARACTER NAME: baek 'sam' sangjun. PRONOUNS: he/him. GENDER: cismale. AGE/BIRTHDAY: twenty-six. + june eleventh. ZODIAC SIGN: gemini. ROOM: haean + 2e.

                                           OTHER INFO

POSITIVE TRAITS: determined, hard-working, charismatic & adventurous. NEGATIVE TRAITS: hedonistic, short-tempered, impulsive & blunt. OCCUPATION: bouncer at club arena / underground fighter. ( future ceo ) SONG THAT DESCRIBES THEM: i'm not sorry - dean. HOW LONG HAVE THEY LIVED AT THE YUJAEN?: six years. FOUR MUSE AESTHETICS: leather jackets, bruised knuckles, blurry evenings, late night snack runs.

                                      BASIC INFO ( PT 2. )

full name: baek sangjun. nickname(s): sam, san, jun. hometown: seoul, south korea current location: yongsa, south korea. ethnicity: korean. nationality: korean. gender: cismale. pronouns: he/him/his. orientation: pansexual. occupation: bouncer / underground fighter. language(s) spoken: korean, english, japanese, spanish, french, chinese.

                                PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

face claim: min yoongi. ( suga ) of bts. hair color: frequently changes, currently platinum blonde. eye color: brown with a small hazel ring. height: 5'10". weight: 169. build: athletic. tattoos: he’s got a few stick-n-poke tattoos scattered across his body, though most aren’t visible when he’s wearing clothing. piercings: these, double helix in left ear & tongue.

                                             HEALTH.

physical ailments: alcoholism, allergies, drug abuse, lactose intolerance. neurological conditions: back pain / muscle spasms, carpal tunnel. allergies: shellfish, pollen, mold. sleeping habits: all over the place, usually tosses & turns for a while before falling asleep. rarely gets more than 4-5 hours of sleep a night. eating habits: horrible, relies on fast-food & take-out most of the time. loves 'comfort foods’. exercise habits: goes to the gym at least three times a week, less if he’s been in back-to-back fights. body temperature: hotnatured. addictions: alcohol, tobacco, cannabis, gambling, sex. drug use: frequent. alcohol use: frequent.

                                       PERSONALITY. ( PT 1. )

label: the cataclysmic. positive traits: determined, hard-working, charismatic & adventurous. negative traits: hedonistic, short-tempered, impulsive & blunt. fears: heights, flying, confined spaces, drowning, commitment. hobbies: arcade games, astronomy, billiards, board games, boxing, card games, comic books, cooking, motorcycles, poker, reading, video games, weight training, yoga. habits / quirks: believes in demonic possession, believes in ghosts & spirits, believes in karma, carries a 'lucky’ item with him everywhere, fights for animal rights, fights for gender equality, fights for human rights, fights for the legalization of cannabis, fights for marriage equality, meditates, always has change in his pockets, owns an outrageous amount of shoes, counts stairs, experiences episodes of depression, boxes, collects packs of playing cards, doodles on everything, gardens, loves board games, paints, plays with fire, plays poker, plays video games, randomly wanders around when bored, sings well.

                                               FAVORITES.

season: fall. color(s): army green, black, red, gray. music: all genres, doesn’t care for country. movies: action, comedy, horror, suspense. sport(s): hockey, basketball, baseball. beverage(s): whiskey, soda. food: comfort foods. animal: dogs.

                                                    FAMILY.

father: baek jaejin, sixty, ceo. mother: baek chansook, fifty-four, ceo. sibling(s): younger sibling, nineteen. children: n/a. pet(s): a siamese cat named ramen ( back at home with his parents ), a bengal cat named shiva ( back at home with his parents ) & a seven month old austrailan sheppard puppy named indy ( lives with his sibling. ) family’s financial status: upper class.

                                                   EXTRAS.

mbti: entp-a. ( the debater ) enneagram: type 8. ( the challenger ) temperament: choleric. hogwarts house: slytherin. moral alignment: chaotic neutral. primary vice: wrath. primary virtue: diligence. element: fire.

                                                BIOGRAPHY.

born in seoul, south korea.

parents were very well known ceos, both running very successful corporations.

and of course, they wanted sangjun to follow in their footsteps.

parents were pretty strict and didn’t really allow him to do well.. anything.

however, they did buy him whatever he wanted and spoiled him in that way.

and due to both of those things combined, he started to rebel at a really young age. ( i’m talking like 10 )

so he’d sneak out, graffiti people’s houses and break things and the likes.

never got caught for it, though, knowing that if he did his parents would have kicked him out and probably disowned him for his behavior.

but one of the reasons he never got caught being a rebel was the fact he was bringing straight a’s in school, was always the very top of his class and from his parent’s perspective? he was a model child.

however, he hated that, hated having to live under his parent’s shadows and be this cookie-cutter version of himself they wanted him so desperately to be.

but he played it off, juggling the 'angel’ side of him with the rebellious tendencies that continued to grow worse and worse with each passing year.

god, high school was so different, though. he’d rebel more and more every single day, pushing the limits of getting caught.

however, word got out pretty quickly about just how wealthy his family was and kids started to bully sangjun for it, causing his anger to get the better of him until he lashed out so bad it landed one of those bullies in the hospital for copious amounts of injuries.

of course, his parents were pissed. grounded him for a solid month and in that time, he learned each and every way he could sneak out of his house at night, wandering the streets of seoul at all hours.

one of those nights he happened to run into a group of people who also went to his school, but instead of them bullying him for whatever reason, they commended him on standing up for himself like he had & told him there was a way to let out the pent up aggression that ended up sending a kid to the hospital.

his curiosity was lit up that night, eager to figure out what the hell they were talking about and a few days later, he was introduced to a scene that’d become far more intoxicating that anything he’d ever experienced before.

underground fighting. no rules, no shadows he had to live under, tons of money for each win under his belt? it was the life he never knew he wanted, but the second he got a taste of it, he wanted more.

so those late night strolls turned into him sneaking out of the house only to meet up with his new group of friends, all of which were clad in full black outfits .. traveling to some random person’s basement ( or abandoned buildings of numerous kinds ) only for sangjun to be able to release every single bit of pent up aggression he carried out on some stranger who’d never remember his name.

his parents? they were just as clueless as before, though, sam continuing to excel in school as well as his fights so much so that he found the perfect balance.. learned how to hide the scrapes and bruises from his mother & father all while continuing to be the top of his class.

not to mention he was juggling all of that and his acting career all at once, trying to hide certain things from his parents and the rest of the world because he knew it’d ruin his reputation.

however, due to the amount of stress that sat upon sam’s shoulders on a daily basis, he let himself slip up on his 21st birthday, parents stumbling into his apartment only to catch him drunk & high with a bunch of strangers surrounding him.

it was a moment he’d been scared of his whole life, worried his parents would just disown him right then and there...

but in all honesty? it was the most freeing night of sam’s life.

he didn’t have to pretend to be someone he wasn’t anymore, didn’t have to pretend to be a pure and innocent little thing who never did anything wrong. didn’t have to live up to the high expectations he’d set for himself so many years ago and god, he was hooked.

his parents not disowning him and continuing to pay for everything he wanted only fueling him to continue the downward spiral, living his life to the fullest, doing whatever the hell he wanted to... whenever the hell he wanted to.

                                      PERSONALITY. ( PT 2. )

hides behind a wall of sarcasm, cockiness, anger and lust.

doesn’t really care to get to know people and had a tendency to push people away before they get too close to him. ( though it’s all a ruse. )

wears glasses to read and mess w computers, but hates them a lot and probably won’t wear them if people are around.

has two different wardrobes, one for when he’s around his parents. that consists of suits & dressy attire. and then one for when he isn’t that consists of ripped jeans, t-shirts, sweats & everything in between.

is …. stubborn as hell and refuses to ask for help with anything.

his motorcycle is literally his baby ??? like he ?? has a problem ??

fluent in a lot of languages, picked them up so that he didn’t need translators at his parents meetings and the likes.

lowkey worried that people will figure out that he’s actually v scared & stressed on the inside because that’ll cause him to start having to deal with his feelings, and he doesn’t wanna do that.

is the biggest flirt you will ever meet?? like if he’s speaking to you… its usually flirty as hell unless it has to do w business ( both his parents & his fights ) or he’s just known you for centuries ?

will try to get everyone to go to bars n parties with him because that’s his life in a nutshell ??

drinks..heavily..  like every night?? it’s a problem tbh.

nerd on the inside though like owns so many comic books, loves to play video games, read books, plays piano.. loves to sketch, paint & the likes.

he cares… god he cares so much about people and the world but he pretends to hate everything because it’s easier than letting people in.

full of horrible and cheesy pick up lines and jokes and frequently texts people said pick up lines and jokes.

owns a book that is full of nothing but blank pages and keeps it on his coffee table because he ‘relates’ to it.

is a highkey hoe but he tries to keep it on the dl ( he fails… miserably. )

super into fitness as it’s a way to keep him away from drinking every evening. ( that doesn’t work for him tho, oof.. )

also has bruised knuckles 24/7 & some other injuries he gets from his fights, plays it off like he’s just clumsy.

anger issues af. needs to get them in check.

actually super kind and caring once you’re able to see get past his wall?? which is really hard tbh but if you’re able to? he’s so loyal and caring it’s unreal.

has a bad habit of smoking whenever he’s stressed out, which is usually all of the time so he smokes…. more than he should ( though he won’t admit to being stressed out,,,,, ever in his life. )

highkey into cuddling and all the cute shit like that but would literally never tell a soul because then they’d see that he isn’t the ‘hardass’ he pretends to be on a daily basis.

is a burnt cupcake who has 'decent’ intentions but has extremely horrible execution skills.

                                                 PLOT IDEAS.

bad influence. ( on your muse. )

best friends.

childhood friend.

competition.

confidant.

cousin.

current hook up(s).

drinking buddies.

drunken hook up.

enemies that used to be friends.

enemies.

exes who ended on bad terms.

flirtationship.

frenemies.

friendly competition.

friends that used to be enemies.

friends with benefits.

good influence. ( on sangjun. )

hate sex.

one night stand(s). ( past & present. )

partner in crime.

party buddies.

past hook up(s).

ride or die.

social media friends.

trouble makers.

unlikely friends.

[harryscuddles]

could you tell me nice quotes that Harry and Louis said, please and thank you

hello, yes this is something i can definitely do!! its gonna be really really long tho so im gonna put it under a cut :) enjoy!!

fav harry quotes:

be a lover, give love, choose love

Who’s to say that young girls who like pop music – short for popular, right? – have worse musical taste than a 30-year-old hipster guy? That’s not up to you to say. Music is something that’s always changing. There’s no goal posts. Young girls like the Beatles. You gonna tell me they’re not serious? How can you say young girls don’t get it? They’re our future. Our future doctors, lawyers, mothers, presidents, they kind of keep the world going. 

if you are black, if you are white, if you are gay, if you are straight, if you are transgender, whoever you are, whoever you want to be, i support you. and i love every single one of you

one day i’d like to meet your mouth

here at One Direction we love to celebrate love. love is love. we believe that love is something that should be celebrated with open arms 

all the girls had long hair, all the boys had long hair, and you were missing out.

we have a choice every day when we wake up of what we want to put in the world, and I ask you to please choose love every single day

love me please?

i dont like guns, i’d throw roses around

People romanticise places they can’t get to themselves… That’s why it’s fascinating when people go dark – when Van Gogh cuts off his ear. You romanticise those people, sometimes out of proportion. It’s the same with music. You want a piece of that darkness, to feel their pain but also to step back into your own [safer] life. I can’t say I had that. I had a really nice upbringing. I feel very lucky. I had a great family and always felt loved. There’s nothing worse than an inauthentic tortured person. ‘They took my allowance away, so I did heroin.’ It’s like – that’s not how it works.

anything that brings people together is better than something that keeps them apart

pick someone who’s supportive

louis is a great person to just like sit and kind of like just admire what he’s like.

I think looking in, not everyone can understand it but to that girl or that boy, it might be the most important thing in the world. Just because you don’t understand it, doesn’t mean you can say it’s crazy

be nice. be good.

dont knock it till you try it 

i study rainbows

despite the company outside, i believe in equal rights for everyone. i believe god loves all

women are smarter

I feel like when people label people as famous, they take away a lot of substance that they have as a person. So you don’t remember someone as ‘He was funny’, or ‘They were really nice and giving’. It’s like ‘They were famous’, and then it becomes a thing where anything after that, whatever you choose to do afterwards… if it’s not as famous, or more famous than it was before it’s considered a failure. And that’s a shame, because it’s not a failure always

we’re a great team and we’ll always be your boys. all the love in the world and that’s a lot of love

I want you to do whatever makes you happiest in this world.

treat people with kindness

all the love as always 

We’re living in a time where it’s impossible not to be aware of what’s going on in the world. Society has never been so divisive. It’s important to stand up for what we think is right. I would love for my views to come through in the music I make and the things I do. That’s a very powerful way that we can use our voices. I think for a long time people thought ‘what I do doesn’t matter’ but revolution comes from small acts, and now people are realising that’s what sparks real change. 

I didn’t grow up in a man’s man world. I grew up with my mum and my sister. But I definitely think in the last two years, I’ve become a lot more content with who I am. I think there’s so much masculinity in being vulnerable and allowing yourself to be feminine, and I’m very comfortable with that. Growing up you don’t even know what those things mean. You have this idea of what being masculine is and as you grow up and experience more of the world, you become more comfortable with who you are. Today it’s easier to embrace masculinity in so many different things.

fav louis quotes:

happy days!!

live fast, have fun, be a bit mischievous

bring it in, for the long embrace

promise

we’re not perfect, we’re not clean cut, we’re just trying to be ourselves

you know what? it would just be amazing to be remembered. you know like a mum telling her daughter ‘the boyband of my time, one direction, they just had fun, and they were just normal guys, but terrible terrible dancers

even if theres a tiny tiny chance, isn’t that worth going for?

and then theres me 

I remember saying to her: ‘Mum, how the fuck do you expect me to do this now?’ And she didn’t swear much, my mum. She’d always tell me off for swearing. And this time she was like: ‘You’ve got to fucking do it, it’s as simple as that.’ It was football manager, team talk stuff.

dont cry love, party party time!

darling just hold on

flamboyant

forget what you learnt in scouts payno we’re doing it the tommo way

I had a photo taken with Harry because I knew he was going to be famous. I even gave him a hug and told him not to worry because I knew he’d be fine

as i might miss him

always you

where do you wanna sit? next to you

best fucking team in the world!

(when he won the iheart award) but most importantly, i have to thank you guys, the fans. i mean i know i’ve done it loads but i cant possibly thank you guys enough. every single person, every single one that voted for this award, thank you, thank you so much and we really have done this together

its a big thing you know, sitting in a room and talking about your feelings… your deepest love

loads and loads of love

always in my heart @harry_styles. yours sincerely, louis

[astereaholloway]

- ̗̀ * ( sophie turner + cisfemale + she/her ) have you seen ( aster holloway ) walking around campus ? they are a ( twenty-one ) year old, studying ( botany + entomology ). we hear they are in ( theta sigma eta ), and can be ( opinionated & daunting ), maybe it’s because they are an ( aries ). they sort of remind us of ( abandoned greenhouses, spinning bike wheels , iridescent pocket knives ), maybe we can find out more ! *  ̖́-  + habitat

i yeet’d holliday for this child o’ mine pls love her bc i love her sm i’ll prolly change her fc to sophie turner as soon as i get tired of cropping gifs of saoirse but enjoy her face for now sksksk. like this n i’ll come to u!!

tw: fire, death, cancer, etc. etc.

gen. info

full name: aster holloway

nickname(s): n/a, give her one n she’ll cut you probably

b.o.d. - april 1st.

label(s): the hellcat, the minefield, the connard, etc. etc.

height: probably like 5′7″ or 5′8″ tbh

hometown: inglewood, california

sexuality: chaotic. lesbian.

bio. info

hasn’t had the most......stable, life

born to dahlia verbeck, a botanist, wildlife conservationist, and volunteer firefighter whose presence was very well known in south california’s environmental scene

to keep a long story short, she married maverick holloway; a sleazy low-rank cop with a smoking problem and an obnoxious personality when she was 19. he was nearly twice her age. nobody knows why she married him, or why she tolerated him

the relationship was by no means abusive, but it was lackluster

this led to dahlia having a one night stand, and baba boom baba bing, aster was conceived

 the only one who knew that the child wasn’t maverick’s was dahlia’s twin brother, donovan, whose career was p much the exact same as dahlia’s

they were basically both mad scientists; when dahlia started slacking because of her pregnancy, donovan would kick it up

like ykno the twin scientists in bioshock infinite ?? that them like they were eerily alike, always finishing each other’s sentences. nightmare fuel.

the only difference was that donovan was considerably less intense than dahlia b/c dahlia was the kinda lass who would set fire to your car

anywAYs so aster was born and everything was fine n dandy until she got a lil older and it suddenly became clear that this child was absolutely not maverick’s at all because they looked. nothing alike. like u know when u can just tell ?? yeah. yeah u could tell

maverick left dahlia afterwards and it was essentially up to her to raise aster alone. donovan had his own wife and kid to take care of and sort of backed down from his career to do so. house dads ftw

aster grew up knowing her dad as some ‘deadbeat no good’ simply bc dahlia was bitter

also grew up as the kid who would hold worms over another kid’s face and taunt them w/ it. so like, playground bully. that was aster. she’s not ashamed of it

she was often left on her own to do her own kinda shit b/c her mom was always busy out in nature n’ shit but aster never minded; loved her mom a Lot

aster’s life changed when she was nine

her mother had been doing research out in the ~wilderness~ with donovan, after months of convincing him of doing this one last project with her~ when the wildfires started

it spread so fast, and they were already too far away from the road

it took them two months to confirm that the twins were dead

rather than leave aster to maverick, elaine--donovan’s wife--took her under her wing and moved across the country to boston alongside myra, her daughter

elaine always held a resentment towards aster because of her mother, but never did anything about it--it was just always, sorta, implied ?

but myra and aster got along swimmingly despite being polar opposites

aster was p much a feral child, and myra had been receiving etiquette lessons since birth, practically--like, literally

elaine put them in the same hobbies but aster always found ways to be wildly different from the ~standard~

myra learned cello and flute, aster started up on bass and drums (breaking both instruments, repeatedly, for many years)

elaine forced dance onto the both of them, and whilst they both excelled at ballet--aster switched over to a more free-flowing dance as soon as she was able to

(that and when elaine tried to put aster in sports instead of dance--figuring her fiery nature would be put to good use--aster managed to get kicked off of every single team of every single sport she tried b/c of her aggression. theyve had to fight a few lawsuits after aster’s broken a number of noses and sporting equipments)

myra was learning two languages, aster? dyslexic and could barely read english as it was; science made sense to her, however. plants? especially.

people confused myra and aster for twins nearly all the damn time, despite only being cousins, they were so alike and yet so opposite

that was, of course, until they got into a nasty spat when they were seventeen

it was something about dead parents and resentments and yadda yadda; it didn’t end well

aster wound up running away......all the way back to los angeles.

n i mean like......homegirl literally managed to run away across the gd country w/o getting caught or murdered

by the time she arrived in los angeles her aunt was sort of like ‘fuck it ur almost 18′ b/c....aster was nearly 18 by the time she arrived in the city, and elaine contacted maverick who in which found aster

aster did not want to go with him, after hearing stories about him just being no-good

but at that point, maverick was one of los angeles’ head detectives with a beautiful apartment and a beautiful wife and a beautiful dog and just kind of living his best life ?? after dahlia’s death he had really cleaned himself up y’kno

aster still kind of resented him but that was more of an inner thing

anyways she started attending ucla b/c her mother attended ucla, but her mother wasn’t a part of a sorority

it was one of those spur of the moment decisions and like nobody knows how aster ended up in theta sigma eta b/c she’s like a grumpy grandmother

but like she dun’ did that

we stan

a year ago maverick was diagnosed w cancer and has been in the hospital battling it ever since, aster is admittedly effected by it but like would never tell anybody ever

she doesn’t really tell anybody anything about her life, like, it’s a gd mystery

uuuuuuuuh aster works in a floral shop as a florist and grows her own shit ranging from fruits, vegetables, weed, shrooms, uh opium poppies yeah she Does that

it’s organic n fresh n shit like the devil works hard but aster works harder

she doesn’t really ~sell~ too often b/c she’s kinda selfish w her stash but it’s some top notch shit when she does 

no she doesn’t grow in the floral shop she’s not Stupid

aster inherited some of her mother’s properties Out There so she drives up almost everyday to take care of her plants

uuuhh fun fact, aster’s part of a dance like...company, kind of? but not really ? outside of ucla b/c she hates being involved in school shit besides habitat for humanity

personality

v v v harsh tbh

she won’t beat around the bush, usually...brutally honest, tbh?

like lbr she’s kind of a bitch too

just v offputting at first b/c she tells it like how it is n doesn’t rly care abt ur problems

doesn’t go around lookin’ for new friends but if you’re tight w her then she’ll probably die for u like she’s v loyal

but if u wrong her like even once she’ll drop u and treat u like right shit

she either feels intensely or nothing at all n that’s like. smth u have to deal w/

she’s v v v chaotic neutral, bordering evil--really works in her own favors

became a botanist after her mother bc she admired her mother more than anybody else

not saying that being vegan is a personality trait

but

aster’s a vegan

n just super hardcore into saving the earth n shit?

litter and she’ll break ur nose, basically

v into sustainable living n shit. rides her bicycle everywhere if she can, rly rarely drives, doesn’t do fast fashion at ALL

v v passionate, will argue w/ u until u admit she’s right even if she’s painfully wrong

like super stubborn, v opinionated, assumes the worst of u immediately

a lil cynical, but is more realist than pessimist

BIG FUCKING GAY

like so gay

she’s not Out-Out but she definitely doesn’t hide it, just doesn’t think it’s necessary to be like ‘im gay’ every 5 minutes n doesn’t think it’s necessary to let ppl kno she’s gay b/c shes just like....its my business

kinda bitch to flirt w dudes for fun in order to lead them on, get them to do things for her, etc. etc. just to disappoint in the end

this is big dumbass energy b/c that’s how u get stabbed

unless aster stabs u first

kinda gal who’ll key ur car if u piss her off during a class debate, but will also stick thumb tacks into ur wheels n shit too

like.....i said she’s spiteful, right? b/c she can b so spiteful

really, genuinely, has no regard for other ppl’s feelings

her music taste is either heavy rock or straight up like grimes/die antwoord there is no in between (prolly listens to billie eilish tho)

owns a pet tarantula n yes she has it in her dorm n Yes she brings it out n plays w it n shit her name is stevie nicks n u better respect her

big slut

would never cheat on u but also probably wouldn’t date u in the first place bc she’s scared of like....being in a relationship b/c all of hers are p much on the rocks

probably carries around a pocket knife at all times

probably bought said pocket knife from a dude in an alleyway for like $5 

myra also goes to ucla and theyre 100% still not speaking but that’s bc they’re both too stubborn to go to each other but like lbr aster misses her cousin

v unruly, nvr brushes her hair, usually got dirt on her clothes bc she’s prolly been digging in gardens or stealing flowers or some shit

bright side is tht she always smells like flowers

theta sigma eta is lucky b/c she cooks her own meals w her own fresh veggies n shit n she always makes too much food n like ? so good

but anyways she’s also got like no manners okay she’s so impolite

uuuuuuh god i dunno what else

wanted connections

ride or die

other friends of varying closeness

ex-friends ???

...like somebody she’s into but also...not into? v conflicted feelings

on-and-off-agains bc their relationship is awful n probably toxic but it just. hurt so good

ex-gfs

ex-hookups

boys she’s led on

boys she’s currently leading on

flirtatious encounter gone wrong [not clickbait] ??

enemies

enemies but gone sexual [not clickbait]

buyers of her products - either weed, shrooms, or opium teehee

roommate

give her somebody she was a uwu soft crush on but would nvr do anything abt bc gross romance !!

alternately, unrequited crushes of any sorts

fellow gays b/c gays always end up knowing each other

party pals

frenemies ??

sdfgh give me her dad’s trophy wife pleathe....it’d be so funny

childhood friends tht knew her b4 she moved to boston so like...ages 0-9

childhood friends tht knew her after she moved to boston so like...ages 9-17

or acquaintances bc she was....a mean one

A TUTOR just b/c she can rly struggle w her dyslexia

[bannerswife]

A Well Deserved Holiday - Bucky x Reader

Title: A Well Deserved Holiday

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Well i wouldn't classify it smut but there is a make out session & language

Word Count: 2268

Requested by @headcannonqueen

a bucky  fic where the reader is a mermaid an only tony knows but she turns when she touches salt water. She bathes in salt water and refuses to eat seafood. She has water powers and sealife.  Tasha decides to make us all go on a trip to a beach in Hawaii and reader doesnt go in water. Until she goes in the sea late at night skinny dipping and bucky comes not knowing and he finds out shes a mermaid...

Authors Note: i’m so sorry its not exactly what you requested but i did try m best. Again sorry if bucky is out of character, as well as tony eek

You pulled yourself into the large bathtub that was currently filled with warm salt water, it was something you had to do on a daily, being a mermaid and all. If you didnt you would begin to get migraines and nauseated, really something you avoided at all costs. For your whole life you had been gifted the ability to not only grow a tail when in contact with water, but to be able to control the sea life and the water itself. You knew you were special the moment you hit puberty, things started changing within yourself (and not the normal way) and you had found yourself constantly being drawn in such a way to the beach. Completely mesmerized by it.

You soon found out from your mother that in fact your deceased father was a merman, at the time you simply laughed off the idea telling her that there was no such thing and that she was crazy, but little did you know as soon as you stepped back into the ocean the next day your legs weren't in fact legs anymore but a long beautiful f/c scaly tail. It really was something you could never explain how you exactly felt in that moment.

As you slowly and softly sunk into the relaxing bath you felt every single tense muscle in your body simply fade away, and the tight feeling in your legs relaxing as it became a long tail. You were thankful that Tony had specifically designed a bath just for you,  it had everything you needed to help with your ability. Tony was indeed the only one (aside your mother) that knew what you were. He was your lifelong best friend after all. There wasn't one secret the two of you kept from each other. He was your rock, and you were his.

So of course as soon as he heard of the recent passing of your mother he was quick to action to help you out and let you stay with him, and so that meant living in the Avengers Tower. You honestly thought it was ridiculous, you didn't deserve the right to live amongst all the heroes. You weren't really anyone special, but everyone loved you and kept you under their wing. Considering you one of their own.

“Y/n? You in here?” Tony asked, as he strided on into your bathroom where you were currently topless.

“TONY!” You yelped, quick to cover your bare chest hopeful that he didn't catch a glance of any of it.

“Woah! Sorry! I should’ve knocked, JARVIS, please remind me next time so i don't do that again,” Tony asked bashfully, as he rubbed his hand over his face, through his hair.

Your cheeks flustered a deep red, god that was something you were hoping would never happen again. Even if you had known Tony your whole life, it was just… weird.

“What is it, Tony?” You squeaked, your cheeks still red hot.  

“The team is having a meeting, so get your scaly ass out of the bath-”

“But im not apart of the team?” You asked confusingly, since when were you an avenger? You hadn't even been on one mission, let alone even know how to fight.

“Yes you are, now come on. Let’s go,”

You raised your eyebrows, your mouth forming a giant toothy grin. Quickly you pushed a button that drained the water from the bath and with your powers evaporated the water right off of your body, your tail now gone to form two human legs.

“So do you know why we’re having this meeting? Is it for a mission? Cause you know i can't fight, i literally have no skills or experience in fighting. I’m hopeless on my feet-” You rambled on, the adrenaline kicking in like the first day you were in the tower.

“I don't know, Nat wanted us all to meet up, didn't say why but must be important,” Tony simply shrugged and smiled upon your form, as the two of you made your way down the halls.

“Is Bucky going to be at the meeting?” You asked, you weren’t going to be apart of anything if he wasn’t.

You had been dating him for nearly 6 months and honestly you didn’t think you deserved a man like him. He was everything you would expect in a man, but more. But of course, you hadn’t told him what you were. It was something you were planning to do, but you always chickened out on the last second. You couldn’t handle the feeling of him maybe breaking up with you or not being able to handle such news. Him dating a mermaid? How would you react to such news?

But you knew the time was nearing to tell him. And that scared you.

“Yes, your little boyfriend will be there too, don't worry,” He chuckled.

The meeting wasn’t exactly what any one had expected coming from Natasha but everyone had very much agreed to her plans. Humming at the ideas that everyone was proposing, fantasizing what everyone would do.

“I think we’re in need of a holiday, somewhere we can completely relax and not have to stress at all.” She had firstly stated.

The conversation had begun on where exactly the team should go, there was talk about Australia, Fiji, Thailand and more, but everyone had finally settled on the idea of Hawaii.

You smiled widely at the idea of actually coming along to such a significant thing, this was a time where the avengers could finally relax and not have to stress about anything in the world. And a time for you and Bucky to be together. You were only lucky enough to had been invited.

“Alright i'll book flights and accommodations now, we’ll be leaving first thing tomorrow so everyone get packing.” Tony said before walking off out of sight.

“Are you excited?” You asked when you jumped to your boyfriend side, holding his hands in yours.

“Yeah, Natasha is right, I think it will be good for the team, but most importantly. Finally a time just for us,” he stated, with a soft smile as he pulled you close as you made your way back to your flat of the facility.

The second the two of you entered Bucky was all over you in a second. His mouth on yours, not too roughly but enough to make you know he had been craving this moment. Every time you had kissed Bucky it was always like the first, as though sparks shot through and around your body, it really was exhilarting.

Bucky pulled you in with a strong tug so the two of you had no space left between, You could feel the heat of his body radiating onto you. You brought your hands to his long hair and raked through it while he ran his hands up and down your back and over your waist, exploring every curve of your body.

In a second Bucky had pulled you into bridal style, walking you to the bed you both shared. As he walked you over you moved your kisses to his jawline, cupping his cheeks into your hands. You couldn't help but leave marks behind.

He softly placed you onto the bed, his body hovering on top of yours, looking deeply into your bright hungry e/c eyes.

Slowly he took of his clothes, You enjoying every single bit of his body he was currently unclothing. God he was fucking perfect everywhere.

You hooked your legs around his now fully unclothed body and pulled him closer to you, your lips latching onto his once again.

“Maybe we should start packing,” You huffed, placing your hand on his bare chest.

“Fuck packing, I want you,” Bucky said, you softly chuckling.

“Alright, babe,” And with that Bucky tugged the clothes off of your body.

...this wasn’t the first time you and Bucky had fucked but god damn it was always a new experience, just like his kisses. Sometimes it’d be fast and rough or slow and passionate, it always varied. Today was a little bit of both, and you loved it.

There had definitely been a lot of moaning and you didn’t really care if anyone in the whole bloody building could hear it. You both were enjoying this moment and wanted to live it out as long as you could.

You loved Bucky with everything you had and honestly you didn’t know why you doubted him if he found out what you were. He loved you. And you knew you could trust him with your life and trust.

-

When morning came the two of you had to shove whatever your hands lied upon in your draws and cupboard. You didn’t pack yesterday afternoon like instructed so you had only little time before Tony left without you both.

“I told you we should of started packing yesterday,” Bucky sarcastical commented chuckling, knowing full well that he would of never even finished before he went back to you on the bed.

“I’m sure you would’ve wayyyy rathered that,” you smirked before grabbing your suitcase and walking out of the door.

“Bye, bye house,” Bucky said before closing the door behind him, ready for the holidays.

-

On the flight to Hawaii you mostly slept trying to limit the amount of jet lag you will experience once landed. You snuggled close into Bucky craving the warmth he radiated, while he rested his head upon yours.

“Aren’t they just the cutest,” Tony commented, smirking at the sight of you two.

At first Tony was a bit hesitant at the announcement of the two of you dating but he knew that if you loved someone it was for all the right reasons. And as long as Bucky treated you with enough love and respect, tony would be fine.

“Indeed they are,” Thor replied, before he found a comfortable position to get some sleep himself.

Swiftly Tony got out his phone, snapping a quick photo of the two of you, his smirk still playing on his face.

-

Hawaii was just beautiful. From the way the tall green palm trees blew in the winds to the crash of the crystal blue waters you could hear from your room in the night. This was exactly the whole team and been needing, a time to finally relax and think about nothing but themselves. Not a worry in the world.

It was late at night, Bucky sleeping soundly next to you, snoring ever so slightly. You hadn’t had your daily swim yet, and these past previous days you had been sneaking off to the beach at night where you would be alone.

So quietly you got up from bed and opened the screen door and walked down the hill to the moonlit beach. You pulled your clothes off and jumped in, thankful to be back into the salted water once again.

You never get the chance to go out into the beach anymore as it was too risky to get caught, so to be out in the open water was amazing and thrilling.

It finally gave you the chance to conjure sea life to interact with, you met so many different types of animals here and had even made a friend with a dolphin, Squeaky, you called her. Thinking it suited with the sounds she always made.

As you jumped in, you called out to your dolphin friend, she was quick to your side practically jumping into you.

“Awah, I missed you too, girl,” you giggled.

You knew it was a bad idea to get attached to an animal as you had to leave it once you left to go back home, but honestly you could not have. It was such an amazing experience and you wanted to take every chance of finally doing something you rarely get to do.

You swam around and about for a couple of minutes until you jumped out of the water to a rock on shore.

You puffed, smiling upon the dolphins head that stuck out from the water. Squeaky called out to you, wanting you back into the water to play but you shook your head.

“I’m sorry but I can’t be out for too long, just in case-“

“Y/n?” You heard an all too familiar voice call out from behind, your heart practically leaping out of your chest.

“Oh shit,”

And this was the moment you had feared.

Bucky walked over to you, you could hear the crunch of the sand get closer and closer until it stopped.

“Wow,” He marveled, his eyes growing wide.

“When were you going to tell me you were a- a-“ he stuttered as he took upon your form, you couldn’t really tell what was going on in his head. But you could see the gears turning all too quickly in his head, trying to understand.

“A freak? Uh well, I had been tossing up about it for a while now but I guess I’d been afraid of how you would think of me,”

“I would never stop loving you because of who you are y/n. You’re not a freak, not even close, you’re- you’re beautiful,” He said as he walked upon the rock.

He took a close look at your new form, taking in the way your beach wavy hair fell from your shoulders covering your breasts, and your long f/c tail.

Your cheeks flushed a warm red, when did you ever deserve a man like this?

“I love you so much Bucky Barnes,”

“And i love you, y/n l/n,”

[dylanobrienisbatman]

100 Questions

it’s long so it’s under the cut, but man was this fun. thanks for the tag @the-most-beautiful-broom ♥ i’ll tag my loves (if you want to haha this is a lot) @raven-reyes-of-sunshine @perhalta @dracovengeance @hedaalicia and @amihanmayari

1. What is your nickname? Bails

2. How old are you? 24

3. What is your birth month? February

4. What is your zodiac sign? Aquarius!

5. What is your favorite color? green (Aw hey linds, same !!) 

6. What’s your lucky number? I was number 8 for marching band every single year (F8 for flute 8) except my junior year, and my junior year we had a shit show, so im calling that. 

7. Do you have any pets? 5 dogs back home in seattle but none where i live now or in NY when i get back

8. Where are you from? everywhere and nowhere. my dads military. but im american! 

9. How tall are you? 5’ 5″

10. What shoe size are you? 7

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? A whole lot, but they’re not always all with me. 

12. Are you random? not really. im pretty set in my routines and very comfortably a home body

13. Last person you texted? my best friend @broadwaybound2016

14. Are you psychic in any way? not even a little tbh

15. Last TV show watched? The Bold Type (WATCH IT ITS AMAZING)

16. Favorite movie? I’m not really sure but i just watched Love, Simon and im literally just crying because of it right now so im gonna go with that until further notice

17. Favorite show from your childhood? probably Lizze McGuire

18. Do you want children? Nope

19. Do you want a church wedding? I dont really want to get married

20. What is your religion? agnostic? maybe? im not religious, and not very spiritual. I love spirituality, things like crystals and stuff, but i try not to appropriate those things from groups/cultures who actually use them. I’d love to learn more about them and be someone who actually knew how to practice but, again, i dont want to step on toes culturally and take things that aren’t mine to take

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? a lot! a ton of surgeries on my ears

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? nope, im literally a goody two shoes

23. How is life? lovely

24. Baths or showers? showers!

25. What color socks are you wearing? i dont really wear socks? i like those little half socks. I’m not wearing any rn

26. Have you ever been famous? nope.

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? probably. i’d love to have a voice, and if it was for doing something i love, i cant think of anything better than getting to share my passion with the world like that. But it would definitely be a lot of pressure

28. What type of music do you like? i’m into literally anything. I love Hayley Kiyoko, the 1975, big fan of just basic pop like ariana grande and charlie puth, Harry Styles’s album is a masterpiece, Shawn Mendes, 5th Harmony. i love anything.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Yes!!

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? just two!

31. What position do you usually sleep in? on my stomach

32. How big is your house? my house at home is a 5 bedroom 3 bath, my apt in amsterdam rn is just a room in a hotel type place with my own bathroom, and my apt in nyc is a studio

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? i literally hardly ever eat breakfast, but i love a bagel

34. Have you ever left the country? I’m in europe RIGHT NOW! lol

35. Have you ever tried archery? once, i was terrible

36. Do you like anyone? Not right now, but i might want too

37. Favorite swear word? i love the word fuck. it’s got so much you can do with it. i swear like a sailor.

38. When do you fall asleep? ummmmmm? whenever i guess lol 

39. Do you have any scars? A few small ones. a decent one on my knee from falling off my bike when i was 8

40. Sexual orientation? Bisexual

41. Are you a good liar? excellent

42. What languages would you like to learn? ALLLL the languages. I’d love to learn native hawai’ian. i spent my high school years there and the culture is so incredible, and i was so welcomed into it by my friends who were from there, i’d love a chance to really connect too it and try to learn that. 

43. Top 10 songs? Oh boy... im just gonna bullet these because i cant decide the order but this is the general

the way i am - charlie puth

young god - halsey 

rather be - clean bandit

feelings - hayley kiyoko

woman - harry styles 

make me feel - janelle monáe 

six inch heels - beyonce 

get right witcha - migos

my my my - troye sivan 

nice for what - drake 

44. Do you like your country? i’m torn at the moment. I hate tr*mp and everything him and his stand for, but i think america can be a wonderful place. 

45. Do you have friends from the web? Yes!! <3

46. What is your personality type? MBTI: INTP 

47. Hogwarts House? Ravenclaw

48. Can you curl your tongue? yes!

49. Pick one fictional character you can relate to? I am Hermione and Hermione is me. (also i really relate a lot to Lexa from the 100, which... is interesting. the way she suppresses feelings, her generally logical approach to things, the way she is totally useless around pretty girls.) 

50. Left or right handed? right!

51. Are you scared of spiders? If they’re like, big spiders yes. or if they come out of nowhere. im way more scared of cockroaches tho.

52. Favorite food? For some reason this question has been really hard for me lately? idk. i love a good indian style curry, and tacos? 

53. Favorite foreign food? Indian!

54. Are you a clean or messy person? I’m CLEAN, but im messy. i feel like cleanliness and orderliness have been misconstrued to mean the same thing, but clean is to dirty as orderly is to messy. I’m clean and messy, i am not very orderly, and i am NOT dirty. 

55. If you could switch your gender for a day, what would you do? Experience a walk down the street in a city at night where im not afraid

56. What color underwear? black

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? not too long, but it sometimes takes me a long ass time to pick an outfit 

58. Do you have much of an ego? It’s as big as it should be. 

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? i suck on them until i can bite them

60. Do you talk to yourself? Constantly.

61. Do you sing to yourself? Hell yeah

62. Are you a good singer? i’m decent but i need another voice to match with. on my own i can’t carry a tune. 

63. Biggest Fears? failure. and heights. 

64. Are you a gossip? I can be, but never about like.. bad things. I like to talk about how this friend or that friend did x y z cool thing but im not like “omg did you hear so and so hooked up with so and so” 

65. Are you a grammar nazi? Not really because i can’t spell for shit

66. Do you have long or short hair? Short-ish? i cut my hair in march of LAST YEAR and then trimmed it again this year and i want it to fucking grow

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? i would definitely forget some

68. Favorite school subject? History

69. Extrovert or Introvert? Pretty introverted. 

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nah, im not allowed too for medical reasons

71. What makes you nervous? when I see kids wandering and their parents not noticing (okay im keeping that because me too, but also travelling? like the in-transit part of travel, catching busses/trains/planes makes me panic)

72. Are you scared of the dark? not at all

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? i try not too unless its major. usually its unintentional or the mistake is irrelevant to the flow of the conversation/situation  

74. Are you ticklish? Yes, but i hate being tickled unless its like, my sister or my dad

75. Have you ever started a rumor? No

76. Have you ever been out of your home country? Yes i have lol (linds, ily, we DEFINITELY have been over this already)

77. Have you ever drank underage? a little, but not until i was like 19, and then i was in europe for 6 months, so i didnt REALLY drink underage until i was like... less than 6 months to 21

78. Have you ever done drugs? Pot pretty regularly here in Amsterdam, and i’ve done shrooms

79. What do you fantasize about? getting a beautiful loft in a big city (preferrably london or NYC), with a kick ass job, a dog, and maybe a girlfriend with huge curly hair.

80. How many piercings do you have? Four

81. Can you roll your R’s? Yep!

82. How fast can you type? I just took a little online quiz that said i can type 72 words per minute with 93% accuracy? 

83. How fast can you run? lol I don’t run (same linds... same)

84. What color is your hair? brown!

85. What color are your eyes? Green!

86. What are you allergic to? I’m a bit lactose intolerant and pineapple makes my tongue itch?

87. Do you keep a journal? no, but i wish i did sometimes 

88. Are you depressed about anything? I’m not depressed “about anything”, im just generally someone who experiences a pretty mild case of depression.

89. Do you like your age? Yeah, i dig it.

90. What makes you angry? bigotry, ignorance, and spilling things. I spill drinks constantly, i spilled a WHOLE BOWL OF CEREAL ON MY FLOOR THE OTHER NIGHT.  

91. Do you like your own name? I didn’t used too but i really do now

92. Did you ever get a foreign object up your nose? not that i know of

93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child? I don’t want kids. 

94. What talents do you have? i have a pretty great memory, but for random things i dont need 

95. Sun or moon? Moon <3

96. How did you get your name? My dad, he just liked it. My middle name was also my dad, he heard the name Jess on the movie A Man From Snowy River and he thought it was a nice like, nickname/pet name, so he gave me the middle name Ges (pronounced like Jess) with the intent of calling me that (it didnt stick), but he didn’t want anyone to think my middle name was Jessica, so he spelled it Ges.

97. Are you religious? I am not, but i have a lot of respect for the concept of religion, as long as its used for the real purpose, which is to make people feel peace and help people find love and comfort. 

98. Have you ever been to a therapist? I have not, but i shold

99. Color of your bedspread? White

100. Color of your room? White, with one black wall 

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I really don´t know how to start this, or it´s future implications, or if you still use Tumblr, or if you still remember me, or if you´´ll ever see this or if it´s going to be read by someone. But even if this go invisible for  centuries or forever I need to put this somewhere so I can be a bit more free and maybe one day you´ll read this  and finally you will know my feelings for you. (Sorry for the shity grammar and ortography or for mixing spanish words but im kinda lazy and this is really long, so ill just leave it as it its)

I was 13 years old the first time I saw you, it was the second day of school our professor came in when class had already started and in front of him there was a new student, it was indeed someone new. Since the first time I swa you, I knew you weren´t from here, you were so diffren to all of us. We were plain and common stupid suckers that only thought in when to lose virginity and to get waste for the first time in our lives; but you didn´t seem to be that kind of person. you seemed to be quite more deep. THe first time I talked you I thought you were really old and you fucking hated ll of us., it´s kinda of surprising  how close you came to be for me, after that first encounter. We eventually become friends, I don´t know how but it happened and actually you turned up to be really fucking cool I mean you were the shit. .You were like really something else, i mean your overall style, and you were a talented drawer (you are still ive seen some of your shit and tis really great). and yu were a cospayer. So in conclsuion we were lightyears from beenso cool like you... From that first year I don´t remeber to much, just htat you lost someon important in your life, and I still remeber how you didn´t go to school and the night that, with a friend, i went to see you. I kept talking to you during vacations and that made so happy because I fucked it up, but about that I will talkin other part of this text Oh, and I started to listen to bands like Asking Aleexandria and some metal shit that was reallly cool and thank you for  showing me those bands.. So vacations, ended January was realy cold, and for thee very firt time I started to use my hair long. Of course people laughed at me, it was really a messy hair but I kida liked... To this day my har is really important its like my force its on my hair, without my hari I wouldnt be the same. That year we started kind of apart till our firen, that in this text im going to call Jordan, was expelled from school and sso it was you and me. I know that we had other friends like the one that in here im going to call Alfonso, and many oters, but principally it was you and me. One day for some reasin our cases were changed and we had to move to ihter class that was bigger I think. And since i was lucky that Jordan expeleed (dont get me wrong, I mean, i felt bad for Jordan but deep inside of me, to have you for me in the class, was like winning an oscar, the lottery o winning nobel prize) So basically from march to october we sat next to each other, and that march was the beginning of one of the best time s of my life. I remeber how to see you in my left side, focused in whatever you were draing,, that year you started to draw with rapidografos, and actually your were improving, yowere going to more anime conventions, you were improving your cosplays to. That year I started to watch anime, just have some other things in common with you, porbably without ou I wpuld have never seen anime bugt bracause of you I did, and I lied to you saying tat I did watch anime since12 years old or something like that. So I talked to you about your drawings, or music, or anime, or movies, or conspiracy theories, or how you were dying because got varicela, about videogames, about life, about books, about your cosplas, about everthing, absolutely everinght. We laghed, we played with each.. there was a time actually that we played with water and we kinda of enede u wet, we play with our foot, with our hands ( you used to make the triforce symbol with your hands and was a fucking hell to me t do it) we aughed, with the we were becoming really close... You were becming my best friend... I reaally enjoyed to go to scholol beacuse you were going tp be by my side, the morning would end fast and will had the time of my life, and those years I felt really really fine. Prbably without you hat yer would be boring, and I dont knwow , maybe it would´ve been a more difficult year for me. I would got bullied or something like that. But nothing bad happened that year actuallly it was one of the best years. During that time w=you became really close to Dr. dooferschmitz(Im calling him like that, i hope you know who im talking about) and to Monica ( you know, the girl that was best friend of the Dr. dooferschmitz) so I kinda of felt apart, I mean were laughing and stuff but I started to feel afraid that I nothing for you and that eventually you would throw me away,( of course you didn´t do thatt, know its imposiible for me to think of you doing that) and I was afraid of losing you, and that added up with the many new emotiones that I had, my fear and so many other things, made me to epeat my mistake from thae year before, I started to treat you with coldnes, I ingnored you I treated you bad, and to this day I still regreat hat. You were the last persons that deserved that, and I took you apart from me and I don´t know, why I didn´t gave an effort to avoid to hurt you i just don´t know. I fucked it up again...But agin you kinda forgave me, and seriously thank seriously losing you and those moemnts would be a tragedy for e thank you for been so cool for being amazong an for  keep beign my friend. So we kept talikng and beign friends and things become brighter for me again, going to school was my favorite thing in the world this become colorful. You know they say that when youre in love things become colorful and I agree withem, beacause hen I remember those days thers like a feeling that make it so romantic, something in the sun or in the sky or in the color of the walls make those memories really special and beatiu,, even when i was dying of boredom in the church to think that that nex t day I would be talking shit with you made me feel excitedl. My love for you was growing more and more  You were there, you showed me cool music, I was hapy with that music, with the animes you recommended me , and basiclly with life itself. My happines had no end or I thought so. We came out of school , we kept talking almost everyday day as we did in the months before, we talked through skype, i remeber seeing you making some cosplays, you were wearing a dinasour pijama that to this day, I still love, you presented me thorugh skype to shini  and I remeber how it hurted o not talk you, it was a hell to be without you, it was kinda of infectious beacause I came to depend on you its never good in any kind of relation, but yet all that pain was healed when I talked to you again.. But we started to talk less, you moved to another school, I moved to other school, and even though we still talked every now and then, thngs were changingand I did notice that. Things we re becoming gray, life started to be boring, but yet, somehow, my love for you still kept growing, buut that year (2014) we talked almost nothing. There was a day that I saw you, it was tests-week so I came out early and I was going to see you, I remember how my legs were shaking and the hug i gave you when i wsaw you, i threw you my jacket and you thre w it backt to me and th then whe huged like for a minute repeating ecac other how much we mieed us. God, you were so beatiful that day, actually i havent talked about how beatiful you are, I mean you are funny intelligent, bright, clever, how you ended up beign in this shitty city? fuck, youre so beatiufl, I love your light lips, your tiny nose, youre honey eyes, your snowy skin, your voice, your laugh, Iwas stupid in porpuse just to make you laug and the to go to heaven for a few seconds by the power of your laugh. God I really thought you were perfect,its curious because, I knew that there were things i didnt liked from you but at the same time i liked the beacuase those things made youyou, and fuck you were so beatiful in all the posiible ways, metaphsiclly, physcilly you were jus beaitulf, and realy fucking loved you a lo a lo t lot, i dreamed of you, of holding your hand, of kissing you, of sharing life with you, whit brojke the atmosphere and went to the space, ravelled to far away galaxies and was loving you I was just happy and in love I didnt care about anything ese but you. I enojyed to se your face every morning, how you putted your legs on the desk, all your gesture, i loved  the time i holded a part of your body, i loved your smell that to this i havent forget , i remeber how the sun shined and crashed in your hair as in a trigo field. I was so lucky so so lucky, you made everything else beatiful, as if there was some kind of power inside you that transformed everythin around you, to thins day i think that you were a god, and or  wanted to experience human life and so came own to the mortal war and picked anyone to be around with and for destiny reasons i was one of those lyucky basards. You were so different from this shity world. One day you invited me to your house to watch jack frost ovies ( i dont remeber its name) and at some point of that day we were ion your rooftop sitting next to each other, weather, was fresh, sky was blue as an ocean sun was warm and soft, and you were beatiufll, and i felt love and calm, everything was balanced everything, was more than ok, everything.... Life can be cruel sometimes, I think that its part of what makes all of this beaiufl, its tragical factort.... life is like that... our perfect circle ( or at least mine) broke and the only thing that i could do was  accept it and move on, but i never did that, . wel till last year, 2016 was a good year for me and it mean an advance in my life. But every time I finally move on form you I crash with sometihing, I dont know what it its. Something ive been realizing is that I will never forget you, cause what you did in its sobig that i cant just ignore it, everywher i go i will see afraction of your beatiful eyes, every time I love there weill be a part of me, that eventually will thin of you. IYpu fell in love with new people, you trvelled, and I stayed here, and I decided that finaly have to let you go. even though the things you gave to me will always come with me , the beautiness you showe med will always lay in my heart as if its writeen in stone , those beatiful memories will always be inside of me. Enven if as i became older those meories start to blur I kow that in some part of me, those memories will be there, and so you will be. Actually my life  can be seen as a life  before and after you. Before I met you, I was sleepwalking, I woke up, ate my brakefast, came from school, doing nothing during afternoons, going to church in sundays, repeating everything that was told to me, the only human from tha pat me was my desperate effort to fit somewhwere, to be like tthe popular guys, I dressed like them, I tried to be like them bu the real me wasn´t even clse to be like that. The pepole that formed part part of my life was stupid, boring, plain and I hated them. And then theres you, you were a real human, you dressed as you wanted to dress, you llistened the music you wanted to, you didn´t care what the people said, you just were a strong powerful color in the middle of thiss that gray schooI remember how teachers wanted to make you pray, and tried to obligate you  to change yourself , cause they didn´accept anthing that was different to them, and you revealed to them, you sttod up with your beliefs withyourself and ddn´t leet them to denigrate you or to destroy you, you stood p and were yourself and that inspired me. Cause you know I´ve always een a lie, to this day my parents don´t know my sexuality nor that I´m agnostic, they think that Im still that christian boy who loves god and will marry when he graduates from university. Bu actually I´m not beacause you opened my mind, o talk with you, to hear you to see howyou was exciting refreshing, an experience itself it opened my mind, it showed me that theres was world outside waiting for me to l ived it, you showed me that I have a mind and a soul and that Im someone, and that Im a fucking person, that Im a fucking person dude, it ound strange but I didn´t kew that before I met you. You know what´s funny? Thath you weren´t noticing all this things you were transfroming in me, just by been yourself you blosoomed the best of me , Dude I loved you, i really fucking loved you whit all that I had, even if was young, stupid, preteantious I loved you. I loved you I fucking fucking loved you I fucking loveeed you sooo much , My only regret in this life is to be so coward to never took the courage to tell you this and love you even more. Dude thank you for been there when life was shity, thank you for been my best friend whe I was completely alone, thank you for all the fucking great bands that you sowed me, thank you for opening my mind and been one the most influencial things in my ife and to start this fire that become me in the person I am. I know im not perfect and Im not better than anyone, but just to imagine what kind of personI I would be if I would never met you, scares me, I was full of hate and anger while I sleeped and you woke me, you gave me the srenght to move on, you gave me love, lfe, empath, forgivness. Yeah, there were bad times, there were shity things, asi in everything in this world, but there was something inside of me where to hold on. You were my big bang, you gave me a breath of life and since that i been moving on. Thank you dude, seriously. But for now I have to defintily let you go. Ive been trying to move on from you but its kind of impossible if I dont release all my feelings in some way. So I have to let you go. I don´t know what life has for me or for you but I hope its the best for both, and I hoped that you find your way if you havent, I hope that you love someone with all your heart and that someone loves you with all its heart too and that you fly acroos the atmosphere and shine like stars through space and time even after you die... Your light will still shine in this world and in aliens world and the universe will receive that light with love. If you don´t know what to do in life, do as Boukowski said: Find something you love and let it kill you. You´re talentful and intelligent and I hope that you go far in this life. Please take care of you, of your mental health ofr your physical health please, love yoursefl. Dude, always always fucking remeber how beatiful you are, how amazing you are, anhow much love you can give to people. To this day you are one of the most amazing person  I met and  think you will always ben in my list of the coolest persons in the worldyou will always hvae a part of my heart, and wherever I go, whatever I do, I will have you somewhere inside of my heart, that part is forever yours. I loved you a lot a lot.  Im sorry for the shit i did to you, thank you for been an important parf of what saved my life.Thank you for beign yourself, for beign so real, for beign so brave, for beign  amazing. Thak you for beign my first love, I couldn´thave been anymore lucky... I have to let you go, and I have to move. Keep in mind that somwhere, someone will have a part of you inside of him. I hope you the best and I remebered you that i loved you with all my fucking, heart, soul mind, thoughts, with absolutly everything I had,... Dude, all my love and best wishes for you... Goodbye...