and I think it turned out better this way

anonymous asked:

You said lucio/symmetra was your ultimate otp...i'm intrigued by it but since there's so little around I haven't fully gotten into it! Could you share some of your thoughts on it o: ? i'm definitely interested on what you think their dynamic is like! I know you said you wanted people to tell you about their ships but I can't stop wondering about this ship since you mentioned it...

ur all horrible enablers, shame on u

If I put all my feelings about this ship in a book, it’d look like that book where that one dude printed out all of Wikipedia, so instead have some headcanons I have on their dynamic (and also this turned out a bit longer than anticipated)

  • They’re way more similar than they think they are and everytime someone points it out they both argue like siblings when someone tells them they look alike.

  • Like, let me give a brief description and you try to guess whom I’m talking about: Super idealistic, believes in a better world for everyone. Wants to make people’s lives better and cares deeply about the suffering of others. Comes from a very poor family but has risen above that by virtue of their talents. An artist and uses their artistic skill in their fighting style. Has strong ideals and is prepared to face overwhelming opposition for them.

  • I think on some level they’re aware of how much they have in common but in the beginning they refuse to face the facts, because they do not want to be associated with someone like that.

  • And they hate each other. And, as everyone knows, hate is an attractional force. It’s not like disgust where you try to stay away from the other person. No, they hate each other and everytime they’re in roughly the same spot (like, a continent) they inevitably end up finding and shouting at each other over everything they could possibly disagree over.

  • And there’s a lot they disagree about and they miraculously find more everytime they argue.

  • If Satya says she likes a movie, Lúcio will hate it by default and argue with her about all the problematic shit in it and of course an evil heartless demon like her would like that movie. If Lúcio dies his hair blue for Christmas, Satya will change her entire wardrobe because the colour blue is so unsophisticated and simplistic, she can’t be seen dead with it.

  • And there’s a breaking point somewhere, because both of them know they don’t have all the answers and the other isn’t all wrong in their accusations. Lúcio breaks down someday because damn her, Satya is right, the people in his favela are still poor, they are still hungry and thirsty, still sick and unable to pay the hospital bills, still miserable and he doesn’t know how to fix it, and maybe Vishkar would have fixed it and maybe giving up their freedom wouldn’t have been too high a price to pay.

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#HeartsForSean @therealjacksepticeye
How I found your channel? Through Mark’s animation video(fnaf prop hunt), and I’m so glad I found your channel. I have been on YouTube long enough, I’ve only been on for 1 and ½(I think), and I started watching your videos as soon as I found out who you were,and I don’t regret that at all 💜 you’ve made us feel really happy on our down days, and now it’s our turn to cheer you up 💜 I’ve got to admit, you are loud, but you are also loving,caring,honest, lots of things! You always make my lonely days better. I know damn well that I’m not the only one here who feels this way, or similar to what I feel or or completely different. I know I’ve already said a love of things on other social media accounts, but I want to make sure that you know that we as a community that we are for you as well, just as you are here for us. We love you to the moon and back(or even more so), it is understandable that you are away for a bit. We love you no matter what 💜 It’s OK if you didn’t see any of my posts about you, I’m sure everyone else has said something similar, or even better 💜 even Felix didn’t deserve this, yes made a huge mistake, but he acted on it. Even if it took a while for him to do so, I’m sure there are people there who understand. Just know that we as a community are here for you, and Felix, love you both to the moon and back 💜 hope you feel better soon 💜
-Cheonsa Dawn(Angel Dawn)-


i try not to get all serious and politcal here but, wow. i’m so so sorry that things turned out the way they did. i wish there was something i could say or do to make things better but i can’t. i’m relatively safe here in australia but my heart goes out to all of you who are scared and hurting over the outcome of this election.

i might run a stream or something later this week. i think we could all use the distraction. anyway, try n take care of yourselves as best you can. stay safe. stay strong. look after yourselves and of each other. 

Weak- Cassian Andor

Originally posted by fuckyeahrebelcaptain

Pairing: Cassian Andor/OC

Prompt: #47: “How am I supposed to do anything when you’re looking at me like that”

Warnings: None, just kissing and angst. My usual MO. 

A/N: Okay so I know this has primarily been a Percivan Graves content blog for a while now, but I couldn’t resist. And I had a lot of encouragement so thank you xD I hope this turned out alright…he’s a difficult character to capture but I really, really loved writing this! Let me know what you think!

I heard footsteps coming up the ramp and turned to look over my shoulder. I smiled as Cassian poked his head around the corner. I should’ve expected him to turn up at some point. He seemed to know me better than I knew myself. I’d gone to the ship in an attempt to be alone, to gather my thoughts before tomorrow. Sleep was evading me, the way it always did before a big battle. Only this time it was different. I had a feeling about this particular battle, though it was a feeling I didn’t want to dwell on for too long. Cassian was about the only person I wanted to see right now anyways.

“Shouldn’t you be resting, Captain?” I asked, going back to cleaning my gun.

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Canada:… why am I here? When you call me and show up with a flamethrower things never turn out well. 

America: I figured out a better way to make cookies! Listen, I did the math,  and if it takes 10 minutes for them to bake at 400 degrees than it should only take them 1 minute to bake at 4,000 degrees! 

Canada: What?! No! You dd the math but not the science, Al, you can’t-

America: How about 4,000,00 degrees for 1 second?!



@lucifers-lawyer ;)

Bed is better with two

(A/N): Oh my god I freaking love sleepy, cuddly fanfics

Request:  Hey :) Maybe you can write something where the reader has problems with sleeping in the night which leads her to be awake half of it. And Steve has his daily arguments with Tony and gets pressure from Nat to find a girlfriend so he can’t sleep either? And they meet in the hallway which leads them to sit down in the readers room and talk about it and they find out they can sleep way better when theyre together? So they sleep in hugging each other and someone finds them like that the next morning?

Warnings: None

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

   “C’mon Steve,” Nat nearly pleads as Steve begins to suit up for the mission they were on. “Just one date with her, I promise it’ll be good,” Steve smiles as he turns to look at Nat all the while strapping his helmet onto his head. 

   “Nat, I appreciate your concern, I really do but I don’t think I’m in any position to start dating,” 

   “How come? To old or not your type,” Steve merely smiles as he repositions his shield on his back, gearing up for the ramp to drop, leaving him to fall through the air. 

   “I’m an independent man who don’t need anybody,” Is all that Steve offers before the ramp opens and he casually walks to the end of it. He gives Nat a little two fingered salute before jumping off, leaving him free falling through the air. 

   “C’mon (Y/N),” Wanda whines as she scoots a bit closer to her friend. “You’ll love him, he’s really sweet and nice and-” 

   “Wanda,” (Y/N) replies softly, taking Wanda’s hand and patting it gently. “It’s very sweet of you to try to set me up but I don’t think I’m ready,” Wanda gives them a small head tilt, her brows furrowing in confusion as she does so. 

   “Why? Bad relationship? Not your type?” (Y/N) merely smiles gently as the gives Wanda’s hand one last pat before letting it go. 

   “Too busy,” 

    To put their fake facades to the side (Y/N) and Steve actually wanted- needed someone in their lives like a significant other. They both craved that stability that a lover would bring, the constant love of someone, a constant companion through their adventures, someone to spend rainy days with. The only problem was they both had a certain kind of person in mind; each other. 

   Neither of them realized it (or anyone else for that matter) but both (Y/N) and Steve needed each other like they needed air to breathe. They needed that stability, but they needed it with each other. That’s why they always refused their friends requests to get them shacked up with someone random person, always giving them the ‘oh, they’re so nice!’ or the ‘You’ll love them!’ explanations. It wouldn’t ever work , neither party ever planned on going out with someone useless, not when they had eyes for each other at least. 

   Of course the two didn’t even know how to go about their crushes, after all what would you expect from a 95 year old virgin and an awkward, shy creature such as (Y/N)? So they dealt with it the only way they knew how to, by ignoring it. This had worked for quite some time, both of them walking on eggshells around each other but they both knew it was going to fall apart soon, just like every genius plan they had but neither of them expected it to happen the way it had. 

   Recently (Y/N) had been having sleeping problems, much to their own dismay. They couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard they tried. They spent all hours of the night laying in bed, hoping that eventually exhaustion would take over and they’d pass out but it never did. So they were left to stare up at their ceiling in an angry, tired haze as sleep evaded their body like the plague. 

   It was getting to the point of being problematic for them, If they were getting no sleep then they weren’t doing anything well. Their work was getting sloppy, they were constantly irritable and the had lost their appetite. 

   It concerned Steve to see (Y/N) starting to act so different, after all it had come out of the blue and they were never, ever like this. They’d gone from a sweet and bubbly to grouchy and gloomy all over the course of a few days. So yeah, it was more than a little concerning to see them acting so drastically different. But Steve decided to let it be, after all if they had been having a problem they would have come to him if they wanted to talk, so why meddle? 

   Steve decided to keep this ‘no meddling’ act up for a good chunk of the week, completely dismissing (Y/N)’s bad moods and suddenly strange behavior. But that act all turned to shit when Steve had decided to take a late night run, attempting to clear his head of all the nightmares he’d just had. 

   Recently Steve had been having sleeping problems as well, mostly due to his constant nightmares but something as of late just didn’t feel right. He once felt satisfied in his own bed by himself but somehow this had changed recently. He craved to be close to someone while he slept, he needed that extra warmth and assurance and let’s just say none of the other avengers were to up for it. So most nights he was left to his own devices, leaving him to spend his nights all alone and longing for something more.

    And that’s exactly the reason Steve had been going out for a run that morning. He kept telling himself that instead of wasting his time doing nothing but lying in bed awake he should be up, doing something productive so he resorted to running. The constant running (from 4 until 7) usually wiped him out enough to allow him a few hours of restless shut eye although over the last few days not even that was working. Steve’s body physically needed something more than a flight response, he needed that stability and reassurance, he needed some goddamn sleep. 

   So instead of staying inside and wasting away in his bed he decided to go for that unnecessary run, hoping this time it would help more than the last. Steve had just gotten his shoes laced up when he heard the quiet creak of someone’s door. Steve looked down to his watch in confusion, the time read 4:15, a complete and utterly nonsensical time for anyone to be up at. And yet, there was the soft pitter patter of feet on the floor and suddenly (Y/N) was standing in the living area, groggily rubbing at their eyes. 

   Steve gulps as he takes in (Y/N)’s appearance, nothing but an oversized shirt and maybe some underwear underneath that (maybe). They had a sleepy, look about them and their hair was a complete mess but Steve would be lying if he didn’t think It was the cutest thing ever. 

   “Hey,” Steve breaths out as he rises from his seat on the couch. (Y/N) had obviously not been expecting someone to be awake at this hour either because as soon as Steve spoke they nearly screeched as they all but dropped to floor in surprise. 

    “Oh, h-hey Steve,” (Y/N) smiles as they awkwardly rub at their arms. “Didn’t expect you to be up,” Steve smiles back, albeit with the same awkwardness. 

   "Me neither, so uh-“ Steve rubs at the back of his neck, searching the room anywhere but (Y/N), refusing to meet their adorably sleepy gaze. "Why are you up so late, I mean early?” (Y/N) sighs as they shift their weight from foot to foot, biting their lip as they do so.

    “I’ve been having troubles sleeping recently,” (Y/N) admits in an almost guilty tone. “So instead I’ve been coming out to here to not sleep some more,” (Y/N) chuckles awkwardly and they nearly cringe at how awful it sounds. Steve eyes (Y/N) curiously for a moment before looking back down at his sneakers, contemplating his answer.

    “So you too? With the sleeping problems and all?” Steve looks back up to (Y/N) and their gazes connect and Steve swears he’s never seen the poor kid any more tired. It was obvious now that he looked closer, just how tired they were. Their eyes had lost that natural shine and they seemed to always be in this glazed over state of pure exhaustion.

    (Y/N) nods a bit as they stifle a yawn, biting their lip a bit harder. Steve nods as well, in complete understanding. 

    “So you’ve been having sleeping problems too?” (Y/N) asks softly and Steve wants to melt at the tone, so tired and so full of…of something. Steve nods a bit before gesturing to his workout outfit. 

    “I’ve take up early morning runs to help cope I guess,” a small silence falls over the two, neither one quite knowing what to say. It was strange they’d both been having sleeping problems and the exact same time. Maybe it was a sign or something? Steve dismissed the thought as soon as it surfaced, his mind telling him it was just a silly thought. But that thought continued to plague Steve and he knew it wasn’t going to stop until he addressed it. 

    “S-so uh-” Steve trails off, losing his confidence momentarily. Steve shyly looks up at (Y/N) under his lashes and the sight that greets him only fuels his small bit of confidence. (Y/N) looked so exhausted, so so so exhausted and they both needed this. Needed some sleep. Needed each other. “Since neither of us can sleep and this little pattern we got going isn’t helping what if-” Steve’s tongue darts out to swipe along his lips, wetting the dry skin. “What if we tried something, together?” (Y/N) looks interest enough and when they shrug their shoulders Steve continues on. “What if- what if we slept together? Not sexually or anything but just like holding each other or somethin’…” Steve trails off as his confidence deplets completely, leaving him feeling insecure in what he just asked. 

   Steve fidgets around in his seat as he awaits (Y/N)’s answer. The room is silent for a few moments and Steve knows he’s fucked up, he just fucked everything up with (Y/N) and now he has no chance with them, even platonically or- 

    “I’d love that,” (Y/N) whispers tiredly. Steve quickly snaps his gaze up and he finds (Y/N) staring at him warmly, damn near melting Him to the core. 

    “R-Really?” (Y/N)’s smile grows as they extend their hand out, waiting expectantly for Steve to grab it. Steve nearly jumps from his seat, grabbing (Y/N)’s hand in his own. They give his his hand a gentle squeeze, flashing him one more warm smile before guiding him along the hallway, most likely to their bedroom.   

    As expected (Y/N) yanks him into their room, demanding he take off his shoes before he entered the room. 

   Now after some few awkward positions and a few readjustments the two were curled up together, as practically close as humanly possible. (Y/N) sighs softly as the snuggle down into the blankets, all the while reaching down to intertwine their fingers with Steve’s. Steve hums pleasantly and for once in god knows how long he actually feel as though he may be able to sleep. His eyes begin to drift shut and his lips part as he slips into a perfectly restful sleep. And (Y/N) wasn’t close behind, after all they hadn’t ever felt such warmth and comfort in their life and to say it was soothing was an understatement. Having Steve by there side was one of the best decisions they had ever made and they didn’t even regret it when Steve began to snore directly in their ear. 

 ~Extended ending~  

   The next morning Steve awoke feeling pleasantly warm and safe, something he hadn’t felt in ages. Steve hums sleepily as his hazy, sleep filled mind began to slowly connect some dots. He and (Y/N) had slept together, In the same bed and it helped. For the first time in who knows how long Steve had actually had a nice sleep. Steve smiles as he presses a little closer, relishing in the way (Y/N)’s warm body practically fit in his arms perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle. 

   "You guys are cute,“ a voice from the doorway pulls Steve from his thoughts and he nearly jumps out of bed as Sam, Bucky, and Nat all stand in the doorway, watching them With warm smiles. The voice causes (Y/N) to stir, shifting in Steve’s arms and whimpering softly in displeasure. Steve holds (Y/N) a little tighter, soothing their noises before turning to glare at the three perpetrators. 

   "Get out of here, all of you. This is the first real good sleep (Y/N) has had in weeks so if you wake them up I will not hesitate to hurt you, understand?” The group nods, all looking to each other with smug smiles before responding in unison,

    “Crystal clear Captain,”

If he could, he would stare at her all day. He thinks that this—scrunched face, untidy curls, and bitten lips—could not get any better, any more beautiful, but then she turns her head, eyes gleaming and locked with his, and she chuckles at his empty parchment spattered with lazy blotches of forgotten ink, she sighs: “I doubt Snape counts that as an essay,” and he feels himself falling, right before he flies.

For an art trade with talented @littlechmura! Go check out the Dramione piece she did for me and do it now!

OK, so I saw this really cute picture of Leafeon pressing flowers to Glaceon’s mouth (the same way that Gon is to Killua) and I started squealing and then this happened. I think it turned out pretty decent.



Nobody on Steven Universe has brandished a scythe as their weapon yet and I’m cliche as fuck SO I TOTALLY THINK NEPHRITE JADE SHOULD HAVE ONE


Requested by anonymous

You heard the door open, signaling Doctor Strange finally returning home. You were getting a little frustrated with him and how little time was spent at home and with you. So, it was a little petty, but you were going to let him know how you felt.

“Hey, honey,” Strange greeted as he walked into the study where you were reading one of his books. He walked over to give you a kiss on the lips, but you turned your head. He paused a moment, frowning, before kissing your cheek. “How was your day?”

You ignored him and continued to read your book.

“Did I do something wrong?” Strange asked, frowning again.

You gave him a pointed look, before returning to your book.

Strange knelt down by the chair, resting his elbows on one of the arms. “Would you feel better if I made you your favorite dish?”

You looked at him again, raising your eyebrow. Did he really think he could bribe his way out of your anger?

“I take it that’s a no. I’ll still make your favorite anyways. I can’t fix whatever you’re mad at if you don’t tell me,” Strange told you.

“Remember two days ago?” you asked, not wanting to repeat the conversation.

“Yes, what about-” Strange started, before realization hit. “Oh, today was supposed to be date day, I’m sorry. There was an emergency.”

“I understand you’re the best master of the mystic arts,” you said, putting your hand on Strange’s cheek. “But you’re not the only one capable of dealing with magic foes. Let Brother Voodoo handle it, or Wanda Maximoff, or Pete Wisdom. They can handle it every once in a while so we can have time for dates.”

Strange nodded. “We can have a nice dinner tonight, followed by a movie here, then tomorrow I’m all yours. How does that sound?” he asked.

You nodded. “Okay, that’s acceptable,” you said, leaning over to kiss Strange’s head.

Work on Me

Pairing: Dave Lizewski  (Kickass) x Reader
Summary: You and Dave get assigned a project to work on together for class and one day you come over to work on the assignment, and you walk in on him shirtless which leads to sexy time ;))
Warning: sexual tension, sexual thoughts, lots of smut
A/N: My brother and I had a Kickass marathon the other night so I just started writing this and it turned smutty adkslfm I know how crazy me writing smut while thinking about Aaron Taylor Johnson woah very unpredictable

but seriously if you like Aaron in any of his movies just read this, even if you haven’t seen kickass. P.S. This is almost 4k words because I got carried away! Yikes Im sorry! No im not

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We’ll collect the moments one by one

[A/N: A few small moments between Marcus and Abby during their 9 day stay in Polis. Not smutty, because there are far, far better writers out there for that. But I just couldn’t help but think about/write about their slow slide into easy intimacy and contentment we saw in 4x2. Title from Feist’s “Mushaboom”]

He watches Bellamy and Clarke walk through the Polis gates, waits until they disappear around the corner and he can no longer see them before he turns around and walks back to the central tower. He feels tired and drawn out, exhausted in a way that makes him feel like he’s sinking slowly into the ground.

It’s a gray day, the sun hidden behind the clouds like it’s ashamed of what it might see. The road is cleaner, at least, than it had been the day before. Still, you don’t have to look too closely at patches here and there to see the telltale spots where blood had gathered and pooled. He tears his gaze away from the spots in the lanes where half destroyed crosses are still raised and meets Abby’s eyes at the far end of the lane.

She looks beautiful, even in the middle of burned out city, even at the start of a new apocalypse. Her hair falls in waves past her shoulder, somehow shimmering in the gloom of the day. He wants to run his hands through it.

He shakes his head at the thought, though doesn’t dismiss it completely; just stores it away for a later, more private moment. Instead, he forces himself to focus on the task at hand. He sighs and walks towards her, his mind heavy with thoughts of catastrophe, his footsteps slow and tired.

“Abby - .” He begins, then stops when she grabs his hand and threads their fingers together. Suddenly, he can’t recall anything - all he can think is how soft her skin is, how surprised he is at the feel of their intertwined hands. Not at the action itself, though it’s new and unpracticed, but at the easiness of it. The effortless way their hands fit together.

“C’mon, let’s go inside.” 

He nods and squeezes her hand before they start walking in towards the tower. As they step into the dimness of the elevator, he has a sudden thought and turns to her.

“Where’s your room?”

She gives him a long look before she shakes her head, her words a statement that prop up a question in her eyes.

“I didn’t ask for one.”

His breath catches as it settles on him just exactly what she means and what she’s asking. He suddenly feels wide awake and aware, the low simmering longing in his veins suddenly lit at the ends with sparks of white hot want. He turns towards her and reaches a hand up to cup her cheek, his fingers dancing lightly across her skin. Her eyes are wide and bright, twin pools of desire he knows are reflected back in his own. He nods, his breath stuttering with want, his skin alight with heat.

“I’m glad,” he murmurs, before he dips his head and captures her lips with his.

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When You’re Sick (BTS)

No this isn’t a request, but it’s v topical aha. I had the most hideous fever last night: I had cold sweats, shakes and my fucking fingernails turned blue lmao. I took the day off school and I am a lot better. This was all I could think of when I was ill last night, BTS. So, here were are (story time over).

(gif credits to the original owners)

Rap Monster:
You’d have to quickly put a halt to his obsession with googling symptoms. As soon as he was about to tell you that you had some form of terminal cancer, you meekly asked him to just get you some cold meds. He apologised and went out as quick as he could - tripping over the front step on the way. He would pick carefully, most likely even asking the counter assistant to help find the best remedy. In the end, he’d return with a selection and with the promise of take away being ordered.

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(and suddenly my sickness is cured)

You all know that he’d be the absolute best in situations such as these. He’d have a cool, calm head which would hide the worry he would have over you. You’d try to convince him to go to practice that day but he wouldn’t have it. He’d already be fixing up the remedies he grew up with and coordinating your meal plan for the day. He’d stay by you all day. When he wasn’t being your own personal carer, he was cuddling you whilst watching movies. He’d stay with you until you got better, despite your protests.

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(he’s so greasy but he’s so hot boii canunot)

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I’ve learned so much this year… I learned that things don’t always turn out the way you planned, or the way you think they should. And I’ve learned that there are things that go wrong that don’t always get fixed or get put back together the way they were before. I’ve learned that some broken things stay broken, and I’ve learned that you can get through bad times and keep looking for better ones, as long as you have people who love you.
— Jennifer Weiner

Looking pretty great aren’t I? I’ve been going to my trainers gym for eight months now and I think it’s working pretty well… accept for my stomach, I can’t seem to lose that fat.

Around when I started my trainer told me about a trade secret to losing weight, and it would feel WAY better than regular exercise. So, of course, I had to know! He gave me a funny wink and told me he couldn’t explain it, he’d just have to show me.

He told me to pull off my work out pants (they get in the way) then lean over a nearby bench. I trust him, so I did. Just as I turned to ask “what next?” Something hard poked my inner thighs. I wasn’t sure what he was doing but pretty soon it didn’t matter! The long thing slid into me really fast, stretching me a bit.

I felt his hips hit my butt then he pulled it back. Pretty soon he was pounding that thing into me, making me moan. He grabbed my hips, his fingers squeezing me and started pumping harder, making me squeal. He was right! This felt more amazing than anything!

“A-and this’ll- keep me fit?” I moaned between gasps, leaning heavily on the padded bench.

“Don’t worry, in a few months your belly will be completely tight and smooth,” he grunted, thrusting harder.

Deciding I’d put in more work for myself, I pushed back, meeting his strong thrusts. His warm balls kept slapping my thighs as we went. Suddenly he groaned loudly, squeezing my hips tighter. His thing started to swell and pulse, not stopping as thick, steaming goo started to pour into me! It felt like he was filling my stomach with the hot stuff and I just moaned.

That’s the training regiment, but my stomach is still like this. My trainer said we just had to keep going, only a month or so before my belly is completely flat. I can’t wait! I’ll have the perfect body after that!

A Flash Drive (Seven Minutes In Heaven With Seventeen)

(A/N: Another big bag of marshmallow fluff. this is way later than i intended it, but this time i think that’s a good thing. i had time to come back to it with fresh eyes and it turned out better because of that. i’m very proud of this one. i hope you enjoy it. there is some warnings for light groping, i guess? it’s not really smut, i don’t think, but be warned. groping. also, the song i used was Can’t Stand It by NeverShoutNever - really brings me back to my emo days. such a cute song (i love it in vine edits) and i thought it was perfect here. thank you to the person who recommended it. i hope you all enjoy this next part of seven minutes in heaven because i am enjoying writing them. also there’s a link to the intro in case you still haven’t read it and need to. -Tanisha<3)

The Introduction 

You were surprised when you pulled a flash drive from the pillow case. It was small and rounded at the edges, a bright white colour with a thing that did the slidey when you pushed it. You pushed it with your finger a couple of times as you stared at it, wondering if there was anything on it.

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a Fatal_Error has Occurred: Chapter One - Part 3 (2/2)

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Don’t get me wrong they eventually turned out the way I wanted them to look, but the colors look more…washed out? than they do in PS. They’re supposed to be more vibrant :( I might take another look at them later and reupload them if I can get the colors to look better. But enough of me whining!

Ps - I think you guys are really, really going to like the next update :) Just saying.

Aftertale, Errortale, GenoSans, and ErrorSans belongs to @loverofpiggies!

My Eyes Only - Part 2

Originally posted by ocd-mess

Part 2 of My Eyes Only. If you haven’t read part 1, I would suggest doing so or the story won’t make much sense.


Genre: Light fluff, heavy smut

Word Count: 1886

Warnings: Language, Daddy Kink, lots of smut.

JB stormed towards you, and threw you over his shoulder. His touch felt like lightning, sending a shock throughout your body. It had been too long since you felt his hands on your skin. He gripped the backs of your exposed thighs tightly. You were really in for it this time. You bit your lip as you hung there behind his back, thinking about all the ways he was going to punish you.

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