and apparently you guys like it too

someone: do you still ship klance?

me, internally: I love the dynamic of Klance and I love writing the ship. It was my first ship in the Voltron fandom and my first Voltron Klance fic Bonding Time is still my most popular. But it’s a constant frustration, because the more Klance content I reblog, the more anti blogs and art and posts are recommended to me. Because so many Klance fans are antis, and so Klance is associated with antis, which is so sad because I don’t want to be associated with such a toxic side of a fandom and I know many other Klance shippers don’t either, or don’t see the harm in anti arguments because they support Klance, and they’re defending Klance, so it must be okay, right? I hate that so many antis who ship Klance are also Lance stans, because I love Lance but I do not appreciate the iterations of Klance which make Keith out to be little more than a prop to support and lavish love upon Lance when he needs it - forget Keith’s feelings and character development, he’s from Texas and loves knives and making terrible decisions LOL. I hate the “there can only be one” mentality among so many Klance fans, who will go out of their way to bash other ships in order to make Klance the only “safe” and “non-problematic” one. I hate that the argument “because it’s not Klance” has literally been used when one shipper was asked why she didn’t ship or like Hance, I hate that people label Pidge/Lance as problematic even though Pidge and Lance have great potential as a couple and their age difference is the same as Keith and Lance’s, and most of all I hate that antis who ship Klance (…which is most if not all of them) claim other ships that “interfere” with Klance like Sheith or Shance or Shklance are pedophilia and unhealthy, when they are neither. I hate that antis who ship Klance will go so far as to attack other shippers with slews of hate, death threats, give them labels using words they do not even understand, and worst of all invalidate the experiences and trauma of actual CSA victims in their quest to make Klance the one true pairing. I hate that Klance fans have attacked the creators and voice actors of the show in the same way, I hate that @bext-k has been treated so horribly here on tumblr and then been told she couldn’t defend herself because her bully was a minor (a minor, but not a toddler, someone who is perfectly capable of not being an asshole and whose age does not make it okay for them to say the things they said). I cannot stand the Klance meta posts that analyze the heck out of every interaction between the two of them, and at the same time ignore much more meaningful interactions between characters like Shiro and Keith and deny that there could be anything more than friendship between them. It isn’t that deep, I’m sorry, it just isn’t, and it’s embarrassing to see how far of a reach Klance fans make sometimes in order to make their ship as canon as possible. And look, to a degree, I get it. I love Klance. But I do not love the way so many Klance shippers have broken apart this fandom and created spaces so toxic that CSA victims’ voices cannot even be heard without being shut down, mocked, and insulted. I do not love the way I now I have to check every unknown blog’s description before reblogging a post from them to make sure they don’t say “shaladins get out” or “stinky anti” there. I do not love the way that adult antis claim they are protecting minors and then turn around and reblog nsfw fanart of Keith and Lance, two characters who they apparently see as minors, even going so far as to tag it with things like “yaoi” or “this is so sinful” or something equally insulting. I do not love the way antis gaslight and guilt-trip, I do not love the insidious mob mentality that leads to people feeling afraid of not thinking the way other antis do. I do not love the all too prevalent fujoshi culture found among Klance shippers - have you ever noticed that the overwhelming majority of Klance shippers are teenage to twenty-something girls? Whereas all of the queer guys I know of in this fandom are multishippers and/or ship Sheith or Shance. Why don’t we acknowledge that? Why don’t we acknowledge that queer guys, whose relationships we are writing/drawing/analyzing and fangirling about, have an opinion here, and that their opinion maybe, just MAYBE, matters more than ours? In Hypable’s Battleships poll, this was literally proven - way more guys voted for Sheith than voted for Klance. But Sheith is the toxic relationship. Uh-huh. Right. Okay. Even though they’re both adults and have shown each other nothing but love, trust, and respect. This is what infuriates me about so many Klance shippers. The willful blindness to even acknowledge that other sides, other ships, may have merit. And of course this isn’t all of them, I ship Klance and I know many others who do and who don’t share this mentality that makes me so sad and upset. But there are a significant amount of Klance shippers who do. Why can’t there just be a dialogue? Why can’t antis be people who may not like Shaladin ships but understand that this is a fictional show, people are entitled to their opinions, blacklisting tags/blocking users/not looking at content you don’t like is a valid option, and words like pedophilia and “go kill yourself” should not be thrown around as lightly and frequently as they are? I wish we could. I really wish we could. And I also wish I could ship Klance as much as I want to without constantly being reminded of all the hate spread by people who call it their OTP.

me: yep haha ofc klance will always be close to my heart!

The Case of the Bed Stranger

Stiles/Derek, T, 1.5K words, College AU

Written for the following prompt: The house party me and my friends threw kinda escalated and after throwing out everyone I found this half naked person passed out in my bed but I can’t be bothered to wake them up now so I’m just gonna go to sleep and deal with it in the morning, they are kind of cute anyway AU


“Erica,” Derek says calmly—very calmly, he thinks, considering the situation. It’s two in the morning, he just trudged back from the library with a pounding headache behind his eyes, and he comes home to find their apartment the site of a raging house party, with drunk undergrads everywhere.

“Hey, Der,” she says, with that wide grin that only comes out when she’s had one drink too many.

“You didn’t tell me you were throwing a party,” he says, his jaw clenched, and she scoffs.

“This? This isn’t a party. This is a, uh, just a little get-together.”

Derek rolls his eyes. “It’s finals, for fuck’s sake. I’m going to bed, at least turn the fucking music down.”

He pushes through the crowd—accidentally hitting some of them with his backpack, oops—and finally seeks refuge in his room. The noise is dulled, blessedly, when he shuts the door behind him, and he exhales, letting his eyes fall shut. His momentary calm evaporates, however, when he opens eyes and notices the very important fact that someone is currently asleep in his bed, sprawled out on his stomach like he owns the place.

All Derek can see is broad bare shoulders, messy brown hair, and half of a mole-dotted face, pressed into the pillow and currently slack with sleep. Huh.

Derek sighs. He’s fucking exhausted, he doesn’t want to deal with babysitting some drunk kid right now, and he really doesn’t want him to wake up and then throw up in Derek’s bed or something.

Plus, the traitorous little voice in his head says, he’s really cute.

Derek shakes his head, irritated, as he drops his backpack on his desk chair. He strips down to his boxers and skips brushing his teeth—he’ll do it twice in the morning, and people are probably fucking the bathroom anyway, Jesus Christ.

Derek pulls back the comforter and gently slides into the bed, trying not to disrupt the mattress before he realizes that he’s being ridiculous. Why is he even considering a stranger’s comfort? It all seems for naught, anyway, because this kid apparently sleeps like the dead.

He takes a quick peek under the blankets, and at least the guy’s still wearing briefs, thank god. Derek doesn’t want to have to worry about accidentally sexually assaulting someone in his sleep.

He flops over onto his other side—thanks to the king size bed, his only grad school indulgence, there’s plenty of room—and closes his eyes. He’ll deal with this shit in the morning.

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Draco; How To Cheat On Astoria Greengrass | Smut

Draco Malfoy x Reader Smut


/Warning(s): Smut, cheating, swearing, masturbation.


“Not Afraid Anymore” ~ Halsey (from Fifty Shades Darker Soundtrack)


Most lyrics in italics.\


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“So, Draco Malfoy, you want to get out of an arrangement you say?” You smirk, looking at the frustrated grown man. You and Draco work in the Ministry of Magic together. You know him from your Hogwart years, since your houses were paired together for classes you saw him often. You heard of his betrothal to Astoria Greengrass, the young, bright Hufflepuff. It was peculiar for Draco Malfoy to come to you a Gryffindor, muggleborn for help, but him and you knew why he’d chosen you. For starters, you were a muggleborn which his father despised all muggleborns if he heard that Draco Malfoy was with one he’ll lose his mind. To add on you were a Gryffindor, so double the whammy.


I am not afraid anymore


Draco was planning on doing it earlier to get out of the arrangement. Unfortunately, his plan was initiated all too late, he was already Astoria’s fiancé, so he had to do a greater damage. He had to take it to a level he have never thought of.


“Yes, L/N.” Draco sighed, knowing that you knew, you just messed with him. “And how do you intend on doing that?” You ask, chuckling a bit, playing with your wand. “I want to know how far do you want to take it to ruin your reputation and a marriage of course.” You whisper in his ear. “I think you want to break Astoria Greengrass’ heart badly, so, what is your plan, Malfoy? Because kisses and hugs, aren’t enough for her to give you up?” You giggle, biting your lip, at the now sexually frustrated Malfoy. You purposefully check your watch, “Oops, time to go. Owl me later Malfoy of your plans.” You say, walking away from Draco as he curses himself.


~*~


“One more month till my Draco gets married, can’t you believe it Lucius he’s all grown up!” Narcissa exclaims. Draco puts on a false grin, “Astoria is such a wonderful lady, despite being a Hufflepuff I prefer her over the Parkinsons’ daughter.” Lucius intervened. “Astoria is coming in two days for a visit, can’t wait for you to see her again.” Narcissa announced. “Can’t wait.” Draco mumbled.


~*~


It was the day Astoria Greengrass was going to visit Draco, Draco hadn’t told her, Y/N, of his plans completely. He had to grasp onto Astoria that she fell in love with him so deeply that he held her heart, her emotions. Draco’s parents decided that Draco would take Astoria out for a nice date. Draco dressed up in a black suit carrying red roses for Astoria. Narcissa and Lucius waited in a corner patiently, waiting for the certain Greengrass to arrive.


*knock, knock*


Draco opened the door and found a dressed up Astoria in a mid length silver dress with her parents behind her, Astoria’s parents and Draco’s told the pair to head onto their date. Astoria giggled and swirled silently as Draco gave her the roses, Draco smiled and put his arm out for Astoria to put her arm around his in which she did. They both headed to a elegant restaurant. Draco became bored quickly as soon as they sat down and Astoria began talking about wedding plans.


Draco dazed off his eyes wandering to other tables till he gulped. He spotted you with three other friends, hard drinks in hand, laughing while sipping on alcohol. You spotted him and winked, Draco’s eyes moved back to Astoria. A waitress came and took their orders. After taking their orders and walking off Draco payed attention to Astoria.


“Draco, do you love me?” Astoria asked out of no where. “I do love you with all my life Astoria. You’re the most ravishing lady I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” Draco lied to get her hooked onto him. Astoria blushed, a bright red hue.


Draco and Astoria were near the end of their date, Draco finally looking back at your table to see you drunk out of your mind your friends keeping you up and stable. Draco and Astoria began to stand up to leave, Draco and Astoria were waiting for a car to pop up as so you and your friends were waiting for a vehicle as well. You stumbled your way to Draco with out him noticing you grab his face and press your lips against him in front of Astoria and your friends.


Draco smelled a subtle hint of alcohol, but was taken away by the random kiss. “Let’s get this started shall we.” You whispered in his ear, Draco realized that you were more sober than drunk. Astoria was angered, lashing out at you, blurting incoherent words. Your friends yelled back at her, defending you, “Calm down guys. You too lady. By the way he’s a great kisser.” You chuckled playing with Astoria. Once your intended vehicle came your friends put you in the car and left.


“What the bloody hell? The nerves she has!” Astoria shouted. “Disgusting.” Draco lied, placing a fake scowl on his face. “Let’s go.” Draco said instead of waiting for a car they apparated. Astoria didn’t want to speak of the recent events as Astoria gave Draco a kiss and headed home. Draco entered the manor, “How was the date?” Narcissa blurted. “Amazing. I like to talk about it but I’m very exhausted mind if I head to my room?” Draco told Narcissa. “Of course, goodnight.” Narcissa said. “Night.” Draco replied.


Heading back to his room, locking his door, changing into his nightwear. Draco wasn’t going to sleep, he was rather wide awake from the events of today. Draco began looking at you closely trying to remember the young you. He couldn’t remember about you a lot except that you were a desire to many boys in Hogwarts, but he didn’t notice you much since you were a Gryffindor, yet you’ve matured all around with a curved figure and gorgeous looks. Draco began to fantasize about you, you looked like a angel, with a tight, ring dress that shown your shoulders.


Draco slide down his pajama bottoms along with his boxers as his member sprung free and erect. Draco put a silencing spell on his bedroom walls, before engaging in his activity. Draco rubbed the tip of his cock, rubbing the head softly, Draco moaned softly. Pre cum dripping from it already, Draco moved his hand to his shaft and slowly began rubbing up and down. Draco groaned louder, thinking of sinking his cock into your entrance imagining the tight, warm feeling of you around his cock that he yearned for.


Your breasts gently bouncing, Draco began to rub himself faster. Thinking of you moaning his name out loud it was so wrong of him to think such way of you, but he’s noticed you more than just a coworker at times. Draco wanted to pound into your slick walls, begging you to scream his name and cum for you. He wanted to see your face contour in pleasure as he came right inside you, filling your walls with his thick load. Draco moaned and began to feel himself coming to an end, beginning to move his hand quicker. Draco than imagined one last image of you, an image of you naked, Draco bucked his hips as ropes of cum came out of his member. Draco grunted, beads of sweat plastering his face, slowing down his speed riding out his high as cum was splattered everywhere. Draco casted spells to clean the mess.


Draco pulled up his pajama bottoms and covered himself, falling asleep.


~*~


Draco went downstairs, bumping into his mum. “Oh Draco, dearie, in a week the Greengrasses are coming back for further wedding planning. So be prepared.” Narcissa said. “Good to know.” Draco replied. It was Saturday and Draco decided if it was best to owl you about his interesting plans.


You heard pecking at your window, you opened woke up opening the window to see a owl with a letter. You smugly smiled knowing it was from Draco. You opened the letter and read it fascinated with his plan. You felt aroused and decided to go along with it even though of how explicit and wild it is, you knew this was surely something Astoria Greengrass will never forget and that you’ll cherish.


You owled him asking when you’ll sneak into the manor. Draco replied quickly saying in the letter, “In a week.”


When Draco received a letter back from you asking of when you’ll enter the manor he couldn’t believe you accepted the plan and Draco was very pleased by this.


Within the week of going of back to the Ministry. The two of you constantly looked at each other, only speaking when it was appropriate. On occasion you sent cheeky smiles and seductive winks including you biting part of your lips. Which made a Draco flustered, and you knew his weaknesses. Waiting patiently for the days to end so the new day would commence, getting closer to the day that will change everything.


So that day came and you were prepared, curled hair, with the same tight dress from the night you kissed Draco Malfoy in front of Astoria Greengrass, blood red lipstick and black heels. You owled Draco asking him when it’d be appropriate to come over. Draco proceeded to owl you back.


‘Now. The Greengrasses will come in twenty minutes.
~ Draco Malfoy’


You apparated to Draco’s Room surprising him. “You’re here.” Draco breathed. “Are you sure you want to do this Draco?” You ask him, wanting him to approve his choice. “I am.” Draco pulled you closer by your waist placing his lips on yours, a small gap in the door.


Draco left the door open on purpose, but that wasn’t on his mind, it was your lips, hips, body. You kissed Draco back, removing the top pieces of clothing, unbuttoning his shirt. This all happened so quickly, and oh you two were adoring this moment. “You know I thought about you in that tight dress of yours, pleasuring myself.” Draco whispered. You whimper, as Draco pulled down the zipper on the back of your dress.


Standing in the eye of the storm
Ready to face this, dying to taste this, sick sweet warmth
I am not afraid anymore
I want what you got in store
I’m ready to feed now, get in your seat now


The cold air of the room hits your body, letting the dress fall to the floor, revealing a white lace bra with panties. Draco caressed your skin, his hands moving everywhere on your body. “I just want to rip this off your body and pound into your tight pussy.” Draco groaned. “Please.” You beg. The sensation the two of you were feeling was something like never before, it had more passion into it, a sense of excitement, and lust.


Draco unbuckled his belt, removing his jeans. Draco kissed you while removing your bra, grabbing your mounds and squeezing them. “Oh Draco.” You whisper silently. Draco moved his bed covers to the side and pushed you down onto his bed, still kissing your lips. Draco was desperate to feel your walls around his member. He wanted you. Only you.


And touch me like you never
And push me like you never
And touch me like you never
‘Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore
No no no


You pulled down his boxers as his cock was throbbing needing a sense of touch. You grabbed his member and squeezed it, rubbing it up and down, Draco giving of groans of pleasure. “I need you inside me Draco.” You look at Draco with angelic eyes. “With pleasure.” Draco pinned you down, taking off your white, lace panty. Draco’s tip was at your entrance, Draco slowly inserted himself into your warm, tight walls. The both of you moaned loudly, this was finally happening your fantasies becoming reality.


I am not ashamed anymore
I want something so impure


Draco began to pump in and out slowly, taking his time. “Hmm, bet Astoria doesn’t look as daunting as me underneath you while you pound my pussy senseless.” You moan, “Oh she doesn’t even compare.” Draco grunted going faster. You moaned every time he moved his hips, going deeper each time he slammed into you, scratching his back gripping onto Draco for dear life.


“Go faster Draco. Fuck you’re tearing me apart with your huge cock.” You gasp. Draco hit your g-spot giving you immense pleasure. “Oh shit.” Draco grunted. You grabbed Draco’s shoulders, pushed him down on the bed and began riding him. Bouncing up and down, your breasts delicately bouncing. Draco’s dick penetrating your pussy deeper. Astoria wasn’t even here, yet the two of you kept doing not caring about the plan. The two of you focused on each other and pleasure.


“Bounce faster on my cock Y/N. Oh yeah.” Draco clutched your waist, bucking his hips. “Draco, I can’t hold on anymore I need to come.” You say bouncing faster and harder. “Let’s cum together.” Draco grunted. “B-But what about Astoria.” You stutter unable to speak. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Draco told you. You leaned down to Draco to kiss him. “I’m gonna cum. I can’t go on any longer.” You bounce slower, you’re legs getting numb each second. Draco held your waist and thrusted into you inhumanly rapid. You held onto Draco’s shoulders, your nails burying into his skin, your eyes saw stars.


“Oh fuck. Holy-, ah! Draco. Draco! Draco!” You yelled, bucking your hips. “Y/N!” Draco grunted his cock began to throb while emptying a warm, think load of cum oozing into you, some leaking out as Draco started to pump in and out slowly.


“What in Merlin’s name?!” Astoria screamed, finally catching you and Draco in the act. You grabbed Draco’s blanket covers to cover you and Draco. You quickly got off Draco and sat right beside him. Astoria’s parents along with Draco’s came right behind a crying Astoria. They were all stunned, speechless, Draco didn’t care nor did you. Lucius stepped forwards and growled, “Who are you?!”


It was time to help Draco, “I’m Y/N L/N. Ministry of Magic worker and Draco’s co worker. Former Hogwarts student that was a Gryffindor. And to add on I’m a muggleborn.”


They all gasp, “Draco. Why did you do this?” Narcissa asked, stunned that her son committed adultery not by the fact you were muggleborn. “With a mudblood!” Lucius spat. Astoria’s parents scowled at the two of you, Astoria’s sobs were heard in the background. “I’m sorry Lucius, but I’ll have to call the marriage off, this is unacceptable and we don’t tolerate this.” Mister Greengrass spoke.


Draco’s plan succeeded and ended the bethrothal for good. Draco looked at you and gave you a kiss, “I did it because I never loved Astoria, I love someone else.” You smiled, Narcissa looked at the two of you with a small grin (with some disgust at the encounter), pushing a furious Lucius out the door and closing it. You and Draco heard the discussion about Draco’s arrangement, “It worked. Just in time.” You sigh. “It did.” Draco held you. “You cheated on Astoria Greengrass.” You mutter. “And I got you.” Draco pecked your forehead. “You did.” You gleamed, resting your head on his chest.


“I’ve got to say that I think I’m way more jaw dropping than Astoria Greengrass.” You implied, Draco began to chuckle at your egotistical self.


Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin
Begging you to take me
Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing, bet you play to win, heaven gonna hate me

I’m going to try and summarise this.

Guy from the X Factor and Syco team who wrote much of their first two albums, bluntly says to them in the beginning: “You’re not going to like the music you will be making, that’s just how it is” and he writes them songs they don’t really want to sing.

One of them starts to rebel against the way this works and wants to write different stuff. This, apparently, is weird.

The Syco guy blames the conflict partly on himself because he was too controlling. But he still thinks that the guy is bitter and too loud. This apparently, is weird also.

In the meantime, the member who this is probably about, is the most protective of the others, does not even once come off as jealous of the recognition other members get, and the others all call him the king. It sounds to me like he fought these fights for the whole band and got shit for it.

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“Wait wait wait….You want me to hit you? Like in the face?”  He honestly doesn’t know how or why this is suddenly being asked of him. Maybe he’s dreaming. Or drunk. Or both.

“C’mon kiddo. Do me this one favour.” Jack pouts. An expression that seems odd for a man like him, despite Rhys really not knowing anything about him…other than that he’s a bit…weird. He must be if he’s willing to let a complete stranger he met once on a plane stay at his place.

“Why?”

Already bored of all the questions, Jack starts hopping on the spot with nervous energy “Why? I dunno why. I dunno. Never been in a fight. You?”

“No…but t-that’s a good thing.” Rhys isn’t sure if he wants this conversation to go on any further. It’s late, he’s tired, and he just wants to try and sleep. But his curiosity, and the fact that he’d have nowhere else to stay, keeps him from just walking away right now.

“No it is not! How much can you know about yourself if you’ve never been in a fight.” Staring at Jack, the apparent masochist, as he shuffles around on his feet; seemingly annoyed at Rhys’ lack of enthusiasm to his request, Rhys is beginning to question his recent sleeping arrangement for the night. What the hell has he gotten himself into?

Jack just stares back with a grin, beckoning Rhys to come closer. “I don’t wanna die without any scars. So c’mon! Hit me!”

Sighing and putting down his briefcase, Rhys edges a little closer.“Jack, this is crazy. I-”

“Then go crazy! Who gives a shit.”

Rhys squints, licking his lips. His skin buzzing with nervous adrenaline. “So you just…you just want me to hit you.”

“That’s right.” Jack edges closer too, tilting his head at the taller man. A glimmer in his mismatched eyes.

“Like in the face?”

Jack locks his gaze on Rhys, being sure he has his full attention before winking. “I don’t know. Surprise me.”

Doubtful of the sanity of the man in front of him, and the three pitchers of beer they shared making him more lenient to grant Jack’s apparent desire to be punched in the face, Rhys clenches his fists.

“…This is so fucking stupid.”

Soooo I’ve got a Borderlands/Fight Club au in the works. You guys will be seeing a lot more of this~

also my writing is terrible. I’m sorry

Hot Like Burning

Sterek, 2.5K words, Teen

AU, Firefighter Derek

In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.


Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.

He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.

There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.

“Holy shit.”

The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.

Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.

But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.

“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”

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BADASS AU'S
  • I just survived a mob hit and swam a mile down a river just to escape them so no, I’m not in the goddamn mood to play nice-–give me your fucking car or I’ll blow your head off ok?
    • and, what the f–why are you laughing? tHIS ISNT FUNNY GIVE ME YOUR CAR–YES I KNOW IM NAKED ALRIGHT AND ITS COMPLETELY IRRELEVENT
  • you shoved a giant bag of cash and drugs in my arms while running from some people and tracked me down later to take it back but oho boyy fuck that I’m not givin this back. serves u right to thinking I’d be too innocent to do anything with it
  • I stole ur car to outrun these assholes but we got t-boned and now both of us are staring down 7 gun barrels-–don’t worry babe ok I totally have this handled
  • all I’m trying to do is capture this fucking guy but you just busted in here like such an ass to try and kill the mofo and I swear to god I will shove my foot so hard up your ass if you kill him—
  • I apparently pissed of the ‘fate committee’ by not dying when I was supposed to so now I’m stuck in some fucken final destination shit by avoiding all these attempts to off me–🖕🏽 fucku you’ll never get me
  • I have searched for years, gone through seven disguises, and am LAYERS deep in lies, ALL to get to the bottom of this mystery and claim my reward and here you come fucking EVERYTHING UP-–either you leave and wipe that goddamn grin off your face or I blow your brains out, go ahead and choose. 
    • *freezes when they say youll have to kill them to get rid of them*
    • *sees them smiling at it* aight fuck yuo
  • *record scratch* yes, some might wonder how I got in this situation: me, here, with a broken nose, few fallen teeth, my entire apartment complex on fire, lipstick all over my neck and ten cocked guns pointed straight at my head, but let me tell you– it’s actually a funny story.
  • yes I am gonna be fucking bitter about being stranded in space with an alien army chasing after us, I signed up for space rocks and neil degrasse tyson not the spacetime fucking oddessy
“She should cut her nails” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The men of the Justice League tease Batman about the scratches on his back, and the love bites on his chest…Bruce is not amused.

Just a silly fic cause why not. Wrote it in literally fifteen minutes because I was bored, and didn’t proofread (as usual really) so it’s quite meh, hope you’ll still like it though :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

I wrote some sort of part two to this, it’s here if you’re interested : “Bruce…sucks !”

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Bruce could feel their gaze on his back. He knew they were smiling like idiots behind him, and he heard them giggle a few times, like goddamned teenagers.

He finally turned around to face his fellow Justice League members, that had been staring at him for the past hour. They were in the men shower room of the headquarter, and the fact that they were all half-dressed made them look even more ridiculous, with their idiotic smile on their faces.

Hell, even J’onn was snickering with them ! Bruce would expect from Clark, Oliver, Barry and maybe Arthur to laugh like nitwits, but J’onn ? He thought he was better than this.

And yet, here he was, grinning at the Batman like a moron.

-What ?

Bruce asked a bit coldly, even though he already knew what was going on.

Clark answered, a sly smile on his stupid handsome face :

-We were just wondering…When did you got those scratches on your back ? Like, which villain inflicted you such terrible wounds ?

Bruce rolled his eyes. By now, Barry and Oliver couldn’t hold their laughter, though the look the Bat gave them stopped them cold in their track. Damn that man could be intimidating, even for them…Bruce, glaring at them, went on :

-Are you guys fifteen ?

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Heat

Originally posted by hohbi

pairing: hoseok x reader

genre: street racing au, smut, angst

word count: 23k

description: Street racing was your dirty little secret, you could never get enough of the thrill, of the adrenaline that pumped through your veins like a drug. You were used to being the best. The competition would all fall miles behind as you thundered down the empty streets. 

But then Jung Hoseok showed up in town, bringing with him an arrogant manner and cocky attitude and you’re soon forced to acknowledge that you aren’t as undefeatable as you’d once believed. 

warnings: mentions of alcoholism


For you, street racing had always been an addiction.

You had told yourself it would be a one off thing. After all, it was reckless, irresponsible, dangerous and so very unlike you. You who had been so studious and dedicated your entire life, you who rarely drank and had never even tasted the bitter smoke of a cigarette.

It was hard to remember the first time you did it, you’d been so high on adrenaline that the details of the night all seemed to melt together into a confusing smudge of events. All you knew was that when you had sat behind that wheel after finally being persuaded, when your foot pressed down hard on that accelerator and when you heard the tumultuous sound of the engines roaring, you felt more alive than you ever. Nothing else had mattered, handing in work before the deadlines, wondering how you were going to pay for dinner, fixing the leak in your roof, all those things became so laughably unimportant. Your only objective was to cross that finish line.

It felt better than getting good grades, better than alcohol, better than sex.

Of course, the next morning, like any student with a good reputation, you were desperate to sweep your temporary recklessness under the rug. More than reckless, street racing was completely illegal. You were aware of the risks, you could get fired and kicked out of university, you had already stepped far too close to treacherous territory.

But like all drugs, once you get hooked, despite your better judgement, you always keep coming back and back for more. You constantly chase that elusive feeling, the feeling you got the very first time. So you donned a biker helmet, the kind where even the eye screen was made of blacked out plastic, just to ensure no one would ever figure out who you were, and you gave into the addiction, you let it consume your very being.

And it couldn’t be denied, you were a fucking good racer.

So good in fact, that after about a year of racing, no one could beat you. No one, that is, until Jung Hoseok showed up in town.

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EXO REACTION TO THE MEMBERS HEARING YOU BANG

You guys were apparently so loud that the neighbours heard and banged on the door to tell you guys to shut up. The members were embarrassed you were embarrassed and Kai was also kinda embarrassed*

SEHUN: No lie im actually scarred

KAI: Same, Y/N did a wolverine on my back

idc if its relevant i like this gif

Originally posted by jonginssoo

SEHUN

*After the sesh you both laid there, and you asked him if you were both too loud, he didn’t get to answer bc Junmyeon was already banging on the door*

JM: Im trying to watch a film, but all i can hear is you screaming. Y/N for goodness sake the boy is a carrot reconsider your life choices!”

Originally posted by luhan-vevo

SUHO

*Suho knew the boys were in in the apartment so he tried to be quiet, and told you too as well, however you weren’t and soon enough Jongdaes voice could be heard on the other side of the door

JD: “You heard the woman Suho! Go HARDER!

Originally posted by baekhyeun

CHANYEOL

*He walked out of his room i the morning to see Jongin staring at him in disgust*

K: “Could you quiet it down next time i thought we were being robbed with all that yelling

CY: The only thing that was taken last night was some virginity, nothing to be alarmed about

StOP

Originally posted by yeolhighness

BAEKHYUN

*He was hovering over you, both of you were going at it like no one could hear you, however you finally shut up when the door swung open and you saw the face of Minseok*

XM: “See i told you no one was dying, they just banging now let me go back to my coffee”

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

KYUNGSOO

*You only got him to be this loud because there was no one in the dorm, or so you guys thought*

MEMBER: Can you guys stop yelling, and put a sock on the door i share this room with you remember”

Originally posted by arivium

CHEN

*It wasnt you making the noise, it was him. It was ALL him. You tried to keep him a bit quieter because the members were in but it was like he wanted them to know he was getting the good succ*

XM: Jesus christ Y/N why is he making so much noise?”

Y/N: Look i only lick the lollypop i cant control whats coming out the other end”

Originally posted by deararchimedes

TAO

*He was immediately scorned at for the noise level made from the bedroom however he was scorned even more because it wasn't even his bedroom*

CHEN: Please tell me you didn’t just do that in my bed”

TAO: I did and im not even worried about it”

KING

Originally posted by kim-jongmin

LAY

*You were in the jacuzzi with him and he decided to get things naughty as you were both alone, but he has 8 members just around the corner and it wasn't long before they head a noise and came to investigate*

Like they didnt already know

BH: “OOH YES YIXING DO IT HARDER POUND ME DADDY I LOVE IT WHEN YOU P…

LAY: ….

Originally posted by chiuyixing

KRIS

*Yifan was making vERY good use of those hands, you were both so into it you didn’t realise when a member walked in*

CY: Oh my god…i”

KRIS: No Chan its not what it looks like…i was just..rubbing it

yh sore genitals are all the rage these days

Originally posted by wuporn

LUHAN

*He was testing you, he had been all night so the only real option here was to jump on him and get some of that D. Trouble was everyone else heard you getting some of that D as well*

MEMBER: “Even my nan from 6 ft under all the way in china can hear you two, stfu”

yhh boi u suck that lollypop or ill do it for u if u want

Originally posted by 7thvelvet

XIUMIN

*As unlikely it would be this would happen it doesn't take away from the fact that it did and if he wasn’t the oldest he never would have lived it down, but it didn't stop a few jokes here and there*

XM: “Baek pass me the salt”

BH: “Sure thing daddy”

XM: “Right lets try that again”

idk what gif to use so have this

Originally posted by daenso

this was a mess bye

I Got This

Title:  I Got This

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Summary:  Dean’s use of a pick up line may have gotten him into more trouble than he bargained for.

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader, Sam Winchester

Word Count:  2978

Warnings:  Canon typical violence, language, additional warnings beneath the cut to avoid spoilers

Author’s Notes:  Written for @impalaimagining Cheesy Pick Up Line Challenge. Congrats on 4,000! My line was “I lost my phone number, can I have yours?” This contains one of those cliched searches through a decrepit, abandoned building. This got away from me a little.

**My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.**

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

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The Old College Try (Lin/Reader roommate AU)

Summary: You spent the summer before your freshman year of college thinking your roommate was going to be a girl named Lin. When you get to campus, that’s not what you find.

Part One: In which there are rooming assignment mishaps, salsa dancing, and Lunchables.  

You can find Part Two here!

You can find Part Three here!

Note: Write-a-thon Day 1! This can probably stand alone, but I’m tentatively calling it Part 1 out of 3. College!Lin is hard to walk away from, and I have plans for him.

Rating: T

Words: 2803

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texts from last night! meme

[text] Does me being hung over take away from how professional I can be today?

[text] The bar would not accept my money. I have reached God status here

[text] He was very considerate of my needs, he offered me pizza before and after.

[text] I asked him for something to clean up with after sex and he handed me a sham wow. A SHAM WOW

[text] So I was putting on a condom and looked to my right to not make eye contact, she said did you just look at the American flag while putting that on. I said this one’s for Team USA.

[text] He gave me the “find somebody who wants to date you for who you are” speech while I walked around the house asking people for pants.

[text] I will show up on your front porch in a wet t shirt and some mac and cheese

[text] I just got high off one hit and then Spent 20 minutes inspecting the gasket of our refrigerator and researching ways to replace it

[text] Seriously. I’m like, “Wait, we are actually talking about physics in the middle of sex and its ACTUALLY erotic because you’re so fucking intelligent I’m turned on?”

[text] Hyyypothetically, what would you do if you happened to see my boobs on the internet?

[text] He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I’m keeping him.

[text] I’m making poor life decisions again. Tune in tomorrow to see how much I hate life.

[text] It’s a lube slip n slide down the hallway now. Details later.

[text] Just woke up with an entire pack of Oreos in my cheetah onesie. I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.

[text] Lesson learned. Don’t roleplay with a real knife.

[text] We got drunk and crashed a fifty year old woman’s birthday party for the food. Whoops.

[text] He asked me if I wanted to blow his whistle and proceeded to pull out an actual whistle.

[text] I woke up this morning with 3 phone numbers, a red Chinese New Year envelope with cash in it, and a winning scratcher all stuffed in my bra. I’d say it was a pretty successful Thursday night.

[text] I’m wearing sunglasses around my house. Douchebag status. The hangover is real.

[text] He’s like… An octopus that touches my vagina in all these diff ways at the right times. It’s almost unsettling

[text] I was orgasming and dying of laughter at the same time. I think I’ve found the One.

[text] Do me a favor I want you to reach down the front of your pants and underwear and just feel around for a while… if you happen to find your balls then join us

[text] i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled “dibs!”…

[text] and then she said I drew a line on her forehead with my cum and whispered “Simba”

[text] so I was just driving high and I stopped to let a pinecone cross the road because I thought it was a hedgehog.

[text] Sex on bubble wrap = best decision ever.

[text] Your lack of great college experience of margaritas and foam parties scares me

[text] We get an extra hour of sleep. That means we can take an extra shot tonight. Sounds logical. Thank you daylight savings.

[text] when someone at the bar asked you a question all you knew how to say was “chug-a-lug”

[text] There’s a girl in class eating a pumpkin pie. Like a whole pie straight from the pan with a fork.

[text] Apparently I taped knives to my hands and made everyone call me wolverine

[text] My house smells like bleach. Also, I do not feel bad about all the stuff I stole from the hospital while I was there.

[text] He told me he loved me. I didn’t know what to say so i just squirted the baby oil at him

[text] Get here, there are important joints to be smoked and pies to be eaten

[text] Can I even tell you how badly I want a day that is just on and off napping and sex with intermittent snack breaks? Because I want that day very badly.

[text] He came so hard that he yelled what sounded like a spell from Harry Potter.

[text] we were both freshly single and using each other as rebounds. most intense sex I’ve ever had. i felt like a grizzly bear emerging from hibernation in a whirlwind of sexual fury

[text] I need a drink and a shade of lipstick that will put the fear of God in a man’s heart.

[text] When was the last time you wore pants?

[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation

[text] Tuesday Boozeday turned into What-the-fuck-were-you-thinking Wednesday real fast.

[text] Have you ever had chicken nuggets while high? Because it tastes like hearing the Beatles for the first time

[text] Being able to fart in my own house is like 90% of why I pay rent

[text] We played Rock Paper Scissors to see who would have to go down on the other person.

[text] I just accidentally showed an old lady a pic of my penis while showing her cat pics. So how’s your day going?

[text] I found a door knob in my purse this morning, I hope whoever it belonged to doesn’t need it today.

[text] We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What’s wrong with this tradition?

[text] all i’ve had to eat today is leftover bday cake and a shot of tequila.

[text] Pretty sure the guy I hooked up with Saturday gave me a buy one get one free coupon for chipotle. Who said nice guys don’t exist?

[text] Apparently nothing brings out sympathy in a barista like asking if they have a hangover special

[text] And when I feel bad about myself I go to the library and suck my pen over an open book, counting the seconds until a guy sits across from me and tries to get my attention

[text] This is a mass text to all my friends. Whoever gets this first, please find me and confiscate my phone immediately. I am far too high to have it. Even if you have to punch me in my face to get it. Otherwise, let the “High While Analyzing Disney Movies” texts begin.

[text] Seriously insulted!! You can not share my dick pick with your gay brother. He won’t quit poking me on fb

[text] I am trying to think of a way to make alcohol cupcakes

[text] One of us needs to be functional tomorrow and it won’t be me. I’m drinking liquor out of a fishbowl.

[text] You pulled the fire alarm because you had to shit and there was someone in the bathroom. you said you needed privacy

[text] im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster

[text] just smoked a blunt while listening to nsync. i now know what my childhood was missing.

[text] I just made out with a girl with a life jacket on wtf is going on

[text] Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out” - you’re our first contestant

[text] Didn’t get laid. But got a free pie from a waitress. A whole pie.

[text] I am swimming in semen. He must have been holding it in for a special occasion.

[text] you should buy a sheep. A) you get an awesome pet. B) free coat

[text] tonight is going to be epic. can you pre-book an ambulance?

[text] We thought you were crowd-surfing until we realized it was the bouncers throwing you out

[text] maybe tonight we can turn coloring into a drinking game

[text] i think its awesome that according to your mom i’m your friend that caught on fire.

[text] So fucked up. Can’t tell if I’m starving or about to puke. Playing it safe and eating froot loops. Tasty in, colorful out.

[text] I just saw a hobo ride by on a unicycle. Good day.

[text] Vodka is such a love hate relationship.

[text] you traded sex for a burrito?

[text] I made a game called come to class high and eat nachos.

[text] You decided to make a porno with gummy bears and things went downhill from there.

[text] it’s not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.

[text] You’re always adorable, but when you’re drunk, you’re like Chia Pet adorable.

[text] this kid just offered me adderall in exchange for my meal points. college at its finest

[text] I was cleaning up my drunken mess and I found my ID in a cereal box

[text] I am now the proud owner of a 10-12 year old’s Optimus Prime costume from Walmart. Tomorrow is going to be a good day.

[text] It’s like eating cereal and milk but instead of cereal it’s gummy bears and instead of milk it’s vodka.

[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go

[text] Scott woke me up by cracking a beer open in my face. Best friends are awesome.

[text] we woke up to him feeding us cheetos at 3am. and by feeding i mean shoving them in our mouths and saying “i mean who doesn’t like cheetos”

[text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you

[text] I left a cheeto on everyone’s car trailing to the house i’m at, hanzel and gretel style.

[text] Just got a event reminder on my phone to never party with you again.

[text] nobody understood you. You kept speaking french and hiding shit in your boobs

[text] When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.

[text] kinda considering buying a life alert for sophomore year

[text] My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something.

[text] Anywhere you can eat green eggs and ham, you can have sex.

[text] you were running down the aisles of wal mart singing ‘follow the yellowbrick road’. i’m pretty sure you thought the night shift workers were the munchkins & started crying when they wouldnt help u find the wizard. needless to say u were pretty stoned/wasted

[text] It’s like the only way I know how to apologize is by giving a blow job.

[text] did you by any chance leave me that 7 minute long voicemail of you running and constantly tripping into bushes?

[text] The world would be so much better with thought bubbles.

[text] I love taking my adderall while im in class! As soon as I take the pill out everyone around me just stares in envy!

[text] You handed some guy a spoon you found, he yelled SPOON GAME, and then the two of you spent the next 20 minutes throwing spoons all over the kitchen.

[text] I just told a dude I hooked up with last night he was the pick of the litter.

[text] So I woke up today with someone’s door knob in my pocket. I hope everybody else got out of the house ok.

[text] So we successfully lit our bathtub on fire. Thought you should know.

[text] Because when I say 'You shouldn’t drink anymore’, she hears, 'I personally challenge you to chug 3 more mixed drinks’

[text] okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.

[text] The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.

[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed

[text] so apparently the car got towed with me passed out in the back seat.

[text] You closed the sidewalk off to pedestrians last night. With a glitter covered safety cone

[text] never. drinking. again.

[text] I’m gonna get drunk and through up on the first happy couple I see.

[text] got some bad news about ur virginity. she didnt make it thru the night

[text] I need a good reason NOT to eat this entire jar of nutella right now

[text] i’m out of smokes so i just had an after sex popsicle. this might become an addiction.

[text] Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.

I really like you, you know? (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

Request: “Can I request a fic with Zach where the reader and Zach are snapchatting. The reader is really sleepy because she’s been staying up late to get homework done and being so tired, she accidently tells Zach she likes him a lot. (Can it be fluffy and a little angsty?)”

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It was still 4:30p.m., but you were already tired and longing for your bed. You tried really hard to keep your eyes open, but they had their way of beating you. Finally, you gave up. You got up from the table you were occupying on the school’s library, picked up your stuff and walked home.

The second you got into your room, you took of your shoes and slowly climbed into your bed. You hadn’t even closed your eyes yet when your phone lighted up and buzzed.

“How hard is it for a girl to get her beauty sleep in this wicked world?” you mumbled like a real drama queen, talking to the walls. You reached out lazily for your phone and, suddenly, all your complains went away. The top notification was a Snapchat from Zach Dempsey.

After waiting a while (in your mind, opening it up too quickly would make him think you were desperate), you finally saw his chat. It was just random letters, probably sent by mistake. You rolled your eyes, not believing you created all that expectation in your head. What were you thinking? That Zach freaking Dempsey snapchatted you saying he was madly crushing you?

You sent a question mark back and put your phone away. It only took five seconds for it to buzz again.

“You have got to be kidding me”

You didn’t want to look, all you wanted was a nice nap. Your curiosity spoke louder, and you picked it back up.

Zach Dempsey: Oh hello Y/N this is Zach and I stare at your Snapchat stories like an idiot
Zach Dempsey: I’m lovesick because of uuuuuu
Zach Dempsey: let me be the juliet to your romeo
Zach Dempsey: I’m juliet coz I’m a little girl

You realized it was one of his friends joking around, and laugh softly. You decided to mess around too.

You: I knew it.
Zach Dempsey: that I’m a little girl????
You: oh yeah. it’s common knowledge.

Video call from : Zach Dempsey

You didn’t expect this. You didn’t know if you should pick up or not. You decided to go on with the game, so you fixed your hair and made sure you looked okay. You pressed “answer” and Justin Foley’s face showed up on the screen. It looked like they were at the gymnasium, probably practicing basketball.

“Yo Dempsey! I got your phone man” Justin yelled, and the camera focused on Zach, who was standing at the other side of the gym. “You shouldn’t have told me your password!”

“Dude what are you doing?” Zach rushed over and tried to get his phone out of Justin’s hands. You giggled and, with that sound, Dempsey just stopped moving. “Foley. What was that?”

Justin showed him the screen, and his eyes widened when he saw your face.

“Well hello there” you said, not knowing what to do.

“Y/N, hi. I-uh, hang on, I’ll call you back okay?” The screen went black and his face disappeared. You waited for the call and, since it didn’t came, you tried to sleep again. Unsuccessfully, you should add.

Grumbling, you kicked your covers away, picked up your books and started studying again in your desk.

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You were so entertained by your homework you almost missed the notification from Zach. Almost. You unlocked your phone and checked it out.

Zach Dempsey: Hey, I’m sorry for earlier. Justin is an idiot
You: It’s okay 😂

You weren’t really expecting an answer after that, but fortunately it came.

Zach Dempsey: well anyway
Zach Dempsey: wyd?

You gave the pile of papers and books in front of you a sad glance.

You: homework. u?
Zach Dempsey: just chillin I guess

You sighed, jealous of his procrastination.

You: let’s trade please, I can’t stand biology anymore
Zach Dempsey: send all the bio stuff for me. I’ll do it for you, I love bio

What a cutie. He loved bio.

You: don’t give me ideas, Dempsey. I’ll send it for real
Zach Dempsey: lol
Zach Dempsey: you can come over some day and I’ll give you a hand

Oh my god. Zach invited you to his place. You and him, at his house. What a time to be alive.

You: that would be nice :)
Zach Dempsey: so… I’m sorry if that’s like way too intrusive but I wanna ask something
You: dear lord… shoot

Your heart skipped a beat. Was he really going to ask you out?

Zach Dempsey: are you and colin jensen a thing?

Well, apparently not. No dates for miss (Y/N) and mr Zach Dempsey.

You: who tf is colin jensen?
Zach Dempsey: you know, skinny dude who works at crestmont

You let out a loud laugh.

You: you mean clay jensen?
Zach Dempsey: probably
Zach Dempsey: anyway
Zach Dempsey: are you guys together?
You: no sir

The conversation just went on and on, and you liked Zach more and more by the second. He was sweet and funny, and talking to him was just so nice… but you really, really needed to sleep.

You: hey, I gotta go
Zach Dempsey: why??
You: I need some sleep
Zach Dempsey: it’s eight o'clock my lady

My lady. Jesus Christ.

You: I know
You: but I didn’t sleep last night
Zach Dempsey: what were you up to?
You: at a date with my usual partner
Zach Dempsey: 🤔
Zach Dempsey: usual partner?
You: homework
Zach Dempsey: oh, I see
Zach Dempsey: but can’t you stay just a little longer?
You: that’s not a very good idea
You: sleep deprived (Y/N) usually talks more than she should
Zach Dempsey: one more reason why you should stick around w me
Zach Dempsey: this conversation is about to get interesting
Zach Dempsey: stay pleease

Well, he was asking… you guessed it couldn’t be that bad staying up just a few more minutes.

You: okay, I’ll give you some extra time
You: what do you wanna talk about?
Zach Dempsey: let’s play a game

Uh-oh.

You: what kind of game?
Zach Dempsey: nothing special, just asking each other some questions
You: ok fine, you go first
Zach Dempsey: I’ll take it easy on you because it’s the first question
Zach Dempsey: we’re just warming up
Zach Dempsey: what’s your favorite color?

You laughed again.

You: how original my man
You: green
Zach Dempsey: I’m one of a kind
Zach Dempsey: your turn
You: I’m not extending the courtesy of taking it easy, sorry
You: are you and justin dating?

He sent you a picture of his face. He was frowning, trying to cover a smile.

Zach Dempsey: you’re lame. that’s a terrible question, and the answer is no
You: that was a valid question
Zach Dempsey: there will be a payback
Zach Dempsey: you better believe in karma
Zach Dempsey: my question is why are you single

You didn’t really understood the question. You rubbed your eyes and yawned.

You: what do you mean
Zach Dempsey: I mean, you’re beautiful and smart and funny and I just don’t get how can you not have a boyfriend

You froze. Before you could realize the huge mistake you were making, you sent him the most stupid confession ever.

You: I couldn’t date anyone because you’re the one that I like, and it’s like a lot

Your eyes widened when your own words sunk in. You really should have stopped the conversation when you had the chance. Damn it, damn it, damn it. You waited anxiously for his answer. He opened the chat, visualized your message and…

He ignored it.

You even waited a few minutes but there was no response. “Well, congratulations (Y/N), you ruined everything as usual”, you thought, and climbed up your bed. You picked up your blankets from the floor and covered your ashamed and self loathing body.

It felt like you had just fallen asleep when a noise woke you up. Scared, you almost fell on the floor. It sounded like… knocks?

You picked up a baseball bat you kept on the floor (just for hitting strangers because you couldn’t even play any sports) and looked around. Suddenly, you saw Zach outside your window.

“Oh my god!” you whispered, in shock, and opened the lock so he could come inside. “What are you doing here? Jesus I only have my pajamas on!”

You covered yourself with your arms, which made Zach laugh.

“I came here because I wanted to know if what you said was true. You know, the I-like-you-a-lot thing” he asked in a serious tone.

“God just forget I said it, it’s embarrassing really” you looked away from him.

“I don’t think so”

“Well, that’s because you don’t have feelings for someone who doesn’t like you back” you whispered, trying not to get your parents attention.

Suddenly, Zach’s hands were on your waist and he pulled you close, with nothing but an inch of air between your bodies. Your heart started beating like crazy. One of his hands went up to your jaw and caressed it. His fingers made their way to your lips, separating them.

“Who said anything about not liking back?” he whispered too, and then pressed his lips against yours.

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Sooo I hope you liked it, I’m sorry if it’s different from what you expected!

Noises

content: After hearing some suspicious noises coming out of Dean’s bedroom the night before, Sam decides to confront his brother.

word count: 2,088


“Dean, we need to talk.”

Sam’s voice sounds very serious while he leans against the kitchen counter and folds his stupidly long arms in front of his chest, glaring at his older brother with the familiar I-don’t-support-your-life-choices look. He doesn’t even waste his time with a “Good morning” or something similar and that’s always a bad sign.

Dean, however, isn’t really impressed by that. He places the bacon onto the hot pan at a leisurely pace, ignoring Sam completely, until he finally shoots a quick glance over his shoulder.

“And what’s so important at 7 a.m.?”

Sam huffs impatiently. “You know!”

Dean rolls his eyes. “No, I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.”

Sam fidgets uncomfortably as if he’d rather be somewhere else and doesn’t want to have this discussion at all. And then he starts to gesticulate, flailing his limbs in Dean’s vague direction, and performs a very complicated dance with his eyebrows.

“How about we talk about last night?”

Quite suddenly Dean’s attention is grabbed, but he keeps himself from acting like a deer in the headlights. Instead he clears his throat and asks, a bit croaky, “What do you mean?”

“Well, just look at you!” Sam says, pointing at Dean’s face with an accusatory expression. “There is that stupid grin I’ve seen so many times and I think it’s even worse than ever before. And let’s not even mention that huge hickey on your neck.”

Dean ducks his head and tries forcefully – and highly unsuccessfully – to fight back a blush.

Damn.

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What happens in Vegas... - Tom Holland

Word count: 2448

Summery: You wake up after a night in Las Vegas, only to discover you married the one and only Tom Holland 

Part 2 | Part 3

A/N: I really hope this makes up for the weekend! I was inspired by Carrie Underwood’s “Last Name”. Please, let me know what you think! It would really mean a lot! If the interest is there, I might make it into a series, so just let me know if you want a part 2! 

I know the ending is lacking a little, but i’m reallly tired, so i’ll just make it a cliffhanger! 


You woke to the sun shining on your face through the window. Your throat was drier than Sahara, and your head was pounding. You fumbled for your phone, and when you looked at the time, you also saw the notifications on your phone.

Your twitter and Instagram had blown up overnight. Like really blown up. There had never been this amount of notifications before. How the hell did this happen?

I don’t know what happened, but there’s a legal document stating that we’re married!” You heard a voice say outside the door. You frowned your brows. When you looked down at your hand, to find a slim golden ring, that you were sure hadn’t been there yesterday. What the shit happened last night?

I did what?” His voice continued. You opened twitter, and quickly gave up on figuring something out based on your notifications. Instead you found a couple of news articles, and several screenshots of a tweet.

“Just married the love of my life, @y/t” and a photo of you in a white dress, kissing the guy who you assumed sent out the tweet. Did you seriously get married to some stranger last night? And apparently someone famous too! At least you got the wild Vegas trip you wanted, you just didn’t expect to get married.

With a sore body, you left the bed. You were only in your underwear, the white dress laying on the floor, and your other clothes were nowhere to be found. You didn’t really feel like wear a wedding dress, so you searched the rest of the floor, and found a white T-shirt, that you quickly put on.

As you walked out of the bedroom, you found the guy standing shirtless, leaning against the kitchen counter. He eyed you, as you walked to him. You spotted the matching ring on his finger, and sighed internally.

“Haz, I gotta go. I’ll call you later” He hung up the phone, and sent you an awkward smile. “Hi. Ehm. So. We got married last night. It was a mistake, uh. I was very drunk, and I’m guessing that you were as well. I think we might have slept together, but I’m not sure, and this is going to sound really bad, but I don’t remember your name”

“it’s y/n. I didn’t plan on getting married to a stranger, yet alone a famous one, so there’s that. What do we do? Can’t we just get an annulment? Or a divorce or something?” You asked. You knew your parents was going to be so mad if they found out that you got married in Vegas.

“About that. I kinda told the whole world we got married, and my agent thinks it would be bad for my reputation to get a divorce. It would apparently be, and I quote “a PR nightmare”, and I don’t want that” He explained, and you were a bit shocked.

“You want us to stay married? Are you serious?” You couldn’t believe it. Why would you want to do that? “Yes. Just for a couple of months! Maybe a year. It’s my agents idea, and I thinks it’s kinda stupid, but Marvel don’t really like the idea of damaging my reputation if we can help it. So yeah. Sorry” He apologized, and you could feel yourself getting angry. Who the hell was he to think, that he could decide that?

“I don’t want to be married to you! I don’t know you! Hell, I don’t even know my own last name right now. I’m not going to stay married to you, just to help your career! Who exactly do you think you are?” You were definitely angry now. He was about to say something, as your phone rang. Before he could speak, you answered the phone.

“Y/n! I just got off the phone with Tom Holland’s manager. He told me what happened. How you got married in Vegas, congratulations on that by the way” He told you. You prayed that he could help you out with the divorce part.

“Oh thank god! I don’t want to be married, to that arrogant prick. So please, tell you can get an annulment!” You watched the annoyed expression on Tom’s face, but you just rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah, I don’t think we should do that. Netflix just offered you a role in a new series. Mostly because of the news of you getting married. It would be great for your career!” No-no-no-no-no! This could not be happening!

“Are you kidding me? Why on earth would I want to do that?!” you yelled into the phone. “Well, look at it as an opportunity! Mr. Holland is a very international name, and being with him, could mean you get your big break”

“And before you say anything, Ellen wants you on her show. Don’t turn it down. This might be your only chance” You manager continued, and you just wanted to smash something.

“You can tell Holland’s manager that I want a contract, if we’re staying married” You said before hanging up. You glared at your new husband. This couldn’t possibly end well.

“So I’m guessing we’re married. Look at it positively. You’ll get famous quite fast now” He smirked, and you just wanted to slap the smile of his face.

“Oh please. This is strictly business, okay? I don’t care if we slept together last night, but I won’t happen again. I’ll play the part in public, but other than that I don’t care about you” You said coldly. You didn’t like him. He seemed so arrogant. Who gave him the right to think he was so much better than you?

“That goes both ways. Maybe we should get to know each other, and maybe agree on what we’re telling the public. Do we pretend that we know everything about each other, and that we just kept our relationship hidden? Or do we play it off as a love at first sight thing?” His voice was, is possible, colder than yours.

“Love at first sight. Then I don’t have to spend that much time getting to know you. At least not right now” You glared at him, really wishing you weren’t wearing his shirt. It just seemed wrong, and if he claimed It back, you would feel very exposed.

“Great! If you just give me my shirt back, I’ll leave. I don’t really want to be here anyway” You took the shirt off, and almost instantly the annoyed look in his eyes disappeared. His eyes went down your body, up again, only to go down once more, and then stop at your bra.

“Hey jerk. My eyes are up here” You threw the shirt in his face, and you turned on your hell and walked towards the bedroom again. It gave you some satisfaction, knowing he was staring. At least in this way you were better than him, and you were going to let him know. It didn’t take long before you heard the door slam shut.

***

A couple of days had passed. You had been so busy with phone calls, from your family, your friends and even journalists too. You had gotten the script for your new role, so when you hadn’t been on the phone, you had been learning your lines. For short moments, you had happily forgotten you had to play the role of Tom Holland’s wife as well. You sat down on the couch, mentally preparing for the interview. This was your first real interview.

“So, we’re here with Tom Holland and y/n y/l/n! Or do you prefer Holland?” The host asked, and you quickly looked over at Tom, who was casually sitting with his arm around you. “Both actually. As an actor, I want to be my own person, so there I prefer just my own name. But in every other situation, I very much prefer Holland” You gave the biggest smile you could, and looked back at the host.

“That’s so sweet. So let’s get right to the question everyone’s been asking. How long have you been together?” The host leaned forward a little, and you looked at Tom as he started to answer.

“Well, Darling. How long have we been married?” He looked at you, and your faces was suddenly so close to each other, and you forced a giggle. “4 days” You said, keeping your eyes locked on his, until he looked back at the host. “We’ve known each other for 4 days” He said, still smiling wide.

“What?! This is unexpected news! So you guys didn’t know each other before getting married?” The host looked at you with wide eyes, and a slightly open mouth.

“Kind of. We ran into each other in the afternoon. I had just gotten the part in the new series, and I wanted to celebrate. Then I met Tom” You glanced at him again, trying to seem in love. “He spilled a glass of water on me, and when I looked into his eyes, I just couldn’t look away” You continued.

“I’ve never been the type, to just fall in love, but there was just this instant connection. Everything just felt so right. It was really spontaneous, we can both admit that” He laughed, and you decided to continue.

“There was just something so beautiful about the love. I think we both wanted to have it to ourselves, just for a minute. We didn’t tell our family, we didn’t tell our friends. We got a dress, a suit. Then we got married” You carefully bit your lip nervously. “You didn’t tell your family?” The host asked, a bit astonished.

“No. It was some very awkward phone calls the following day. I think the word stupid was used a couple of times” Tom answered. The interview went on with you talking about the wedding, and just a bit about your new projects.

***

You were already hating this day. The interview was hard getting through, but now you still had to go on a date with Tom. You had to be seen out in public, preferably kissing. As you stood in front of the mirror, applying your favourite lipstick, you thought about how you were going to survive tonight.

You looked at the time. He was going to be here in 2 minutes, so in your opinion he should’ve been here 3 minutes ago. You absolutely hated when people were late, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he was. He was rude, and arrogant, so he was probably also late.

There was a knock on the door, and you were actually a bit surprised. You went to open the door, to find him leaning against the doorframe, looking at his phone. Impatient could be added to list as well. He looked up at you, and once again his eyes scanned you, causing you to smirk.

“As annoying as you are, you are still hot. So as long as you keep your mouth shut, I might actually survive tonight” He smiled, and you rolled your eyes, as you walked out to lock the door to your apartment.

“You’re just so charming, I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to have married you” You said, you voice dripping with sarcasm. You followed him to the car, and he quickly started driving to the cinema. You were going to see one of your movies. Well, it wasn’t your movie, but you did have a minor role in it. It was a dancing movie, and you were a backup dancer. You were on screen a lot, but you didn’t really have any lines.

As you got to the cinema, you found you seats. Your fingers were intertwined. As soon as the lights dimmed, all physical contact stopped. You didn’t focus much on the movie, instead you looked around to see what everyone else thought. You had seen it a couple of times already, so there was nothing new in it for you.

You reached a scene with a little sexier dance. You weren’t wearing much clothes in the scene. You always looked away in this scene, not because you were embarrassed, but because it was very strange seeing yourself be so sexually powerful.

As you glanced at Tom, you saw him smiling, and he started biting his lips. He didn’t realize you were staring, which make you smirk. The scene was definitely turning him on, and you couldn’t help laughing to yourself. He was such a jerk, but apparently all it took was a dance. This could definitely be used as torture. It was going to be some long months, so you might as well find something to entertain yourself with.

After the movie ended, and you walked out of the cinema, there were a lot of paparazzi. This was it, now was the time for your grand kiss. He was holding your hand, leading you to the car. He opened the door for you, and before you could prepare, he put his lips on yours.

You wanted to push him away, but you also knew you had to make it seem real. You put your hands behind his neck, and deepened the kiss a bit. You tried to imagine him as some other actor, but none of your tries really worked. After a while he pulled back, and you got in the car. He got in on the other side, and started driving.

“some of the paparazzi followed us, so if it okay with you, I’ll come up with you. I’ll sleep on the couch. I’ll be gone, before you’re up tomorrow” He said awkwardly, as he looked at you.

“Sure, I don’t care” You shrugged your shoulders, and in silence you walked up to the apartment. “Do you think we should move in together? To make it more believable. I got 2 bedrooms, so it wouldn’t be a problem” He stated, and you were once again rolling your eyes.

“So do i. We could just as well move here” You answered, as you opened the door. “Maybe we should talk about this some other day. I’m tired, and I really don’t have the energy to argue with you” He sat on the couch, and you mentally cursed at him. The moron didn’t take off his shoes.

“Since you’re here, do mind unzipping my dress? And taking your shoes off” You smiled ironically, as you walked towards him, turning your back against him.

“Sure” He sighed, slowly unzipping your dress, letting it fall down. You could’ve done it yourself, but you liked teasing him. He could be as mean as he wanted, but he couldn’t take his eyes off your matching black bra and panties.

anonymous asked:

Could you please do a Friends to Lovers for Ten? I really love the way you write NCT and I feel like you should write more for them! Love you mom, thanks bye!!!

it’s been some time since ive written for nct,,,but ten’s solo is amazing!!! here is some cute friends-to-lovers ten!!!!

  • you guys grew up as best friends in your highschool but when college came around,,,,ten moved to another city for university 
  • and like you know that that uni is his DREAM school and so ofc you did nothing but support him,,,,,,,,but the fear of becoming distant did kind of haunt you,,,,,
  • luckily tho ten would always text you and snapchat you and one weekend even invited you to come up and visit him on campus!!! which you agreed to because in all honesty you missed seeing ten in person
  • with his shining smile,,, vibrant personality,,,,you just missed being around his positive aura
  • and when you got to his dorm you quickly realized aLOT of people fell the same way
  • like ten had told you he’d take you on a tour of the campus (after hugging you for a straight 15 minutes and maybe JUST MAYBE shedding a tear or two) but the second you stepped out of his room
  • like five people greeted him??? the random person in the elevator did a handshake with him???? you guys weren’t even halfway through the quad and someone came up to ten to invite him to a party while another person told him they’d love to have him audition for this role in an upcoming play
  • and you could understand his popularity easily,,,,,,ten is an amazing person
  • but with every new friend that came up to him,,,,,,,,subconsciously you began to worry your best friend,,,,,,,might find someone better than you at this uni
  • but when ten turns to you, big smile on his face and he’s like “i really like it here!!!! the only thing that’s missing is that you’re not here with me!!!”
  • you can only grin back and go “yeah!! im happy for you, i really am!!”
  • and for the rest of the day you two hangout,,,, people coming and going to talk to ten and sometimes,,,it kind of felt like you were the odd one out,,,,,,
  • which is why when ten introduces you to his roommate johnny and says he needs to run out real quick to go get some notes from another person
  • you sit there in ten’s dorm, toying with the bracelet on your hand that ten gave you when he left,,,,,,,
  • when suddenly johnny clears his throat and you look up and he’s like “is everything ok??” and you shrug and you’re like “yeah,,,,,it’s fine,,,,,”
  • but johnny doesn’t seem to be buying it and he’s like “you know,,,,,,ten talks about you a lot. you probably feel awkward with me because you don’t know me at all,,,,,,,but ten has blabbed about you so much i feel like i personally know you???”
  • and you kind of sit up and you’re like ??? oh what has he said???
  • and johnny is like “well i know you guys both like the same music, apparently you met when you dance battled to a shinee song, you were there when ten got his 3rd ear piercing and then all the other ones, and you once helped him get noodles out of his hair after he fell asleep with his face in a bowl of ramen?”
  • and you can’t help but laugh because,,,,,,all of those are memories of you and ten,,,,,,,,dear memories that you always remember,,,,,and hearing that ten remembers too,,,,,,
  • it just makes you feel good
  • but johnny kind of shifts on his own bed and is like “not to be,,,,,,,noisy but can i ask you something?”
  • and you’re like sure??? and johnny is like “well im wondering,,,,,,,are you guys really just friends? the way ten talks about you,,,,,,,is special.”
  • and you’re taken back because?? special??? you ask johnny what he means and he’s like “sometimes when ten tells me about you,,,,,he gets really caught up in describing you,,,,,i think he’s told me that you’ve got eyes prettier than the stars like three hundred times and tbh friends don’t usually talk like that about other friends.”
  • and you’re at a loss for words because,,,,,,ten,,,,,ten talks about you like that,,,,,,,
  • but before you can ask johnny again ten comes back and jokingly goes “you didn’t tell them anything crazy right johnny???” and johnny grins but you’re sitting there,,,looking down at your hands,,,,,
  • and ten asks if everything is good and you force yourself to smile and nod
  • but that night,,,,,as you’re getting ready to head back home and ten is trying to pester you into staying overnight,,,,,,even saying he’ll sacrifice himself and sleep on the floor so you can have his bed
  • you look at ten’s hands that are holding yours,,,,,holding yours comfortably because you guys are best friends,,,,,,this is normal
  • but whys your heart beating??? and why can’t you think straight when you look at his face because instead of his words you can only focus on his pretty lips????
  • and you know once you leave you might not see ten for a long time so you suddenly drop your hands from his and ten stops talking and you swallow your fear and go “ten,,,,before i leave,,,,,,i want to know ,,,,are we just friends?”
  • and ten blinks, looking at you and he’s like “,,,,,,,we’re best friends?” and you’re like “is,,,,is that it?” and ten’s cheery, bright face suddenly turns serious and you look up into his dark eyes and he goes “do you want to be something more?”
  • and you’ve never asked yourself that,,,,,,do you want to be something more to ten,,,,,,but you two have been through so much and maybe the thought of him finding a new best friend was really just a cover up for him falling in love,,,,,,,and not with you
  • and you nod slowly,,,,,because you do want to be something more and suddenly ten’s warm palm is on your cheek and he’s leaning in and you can smell the familiar scent that always lingers from ten
  • and with a small whisper he says “me too.” and then you can’t believe it,,,,but ten is kissing you,,,,,,your best friend is kissing you,,,,,,
  • and it’s a kiss that makes you melt at your knees and you want to live in this moment forever because,,,,,you’ve waited so long for it
  • and when you pull back, ten’s hands pulling you toward him by the waist, smiling as he fixes your hair and you don’t even have to ask him because ten goes 
  • “you’re the only one for me. even if we’re apart, it’s always going to be you.” 
Knuckles : Boxer!Ashton (Part 5)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven  | Part Eight

[Following anyone/everyone who leaves some form of thoughtful feedback x]

- Knuckles Playlist


“Calum!” you call after walking into the kitchen, spraying cleaner on the counter and drying it down with a rag. “It’s your turn to take the garbage out.”

“One second,” he says back, followed shortly with an unrelated, “Oh, shit.”

A moment later you glance up to see him emerge from his bedroom, shirtless, and holding in his hand a toothbrush with bristles coated in white paste.

Your arm continues to circle the counter with the rag, using slightly less elbow grease now that you’ve been distracted. “What?”

“Water’s out in my room,” he answers casually, as if it’s a reoccurring inconvenience that he’s come to expect over time. He reaches across the counter to dampen his toothbrush with the kitchen’s faucet, then proceeds to scrub his morning breath away.

“How does it just go out in one room?” you question, turning to use the same cleaner on the front of the refrigerator.

“Dunno,” Calum mutters with a mouth full of foam. Your ears catch the sound of him spitting into the sink.

“I just cleaned that.”

“And you did a great job.”

You cast an annoyed glare over your shoulder.

“Anyway, cool if I use your shower?” Calum asks, smiling at the silent threat.

The ownership you have over anything in the apartment still sounds odd to you when put into words, almost always forcing you to pause with the need to correct Calum before remembering he’s making sense. You guess you haven’t quite settled in to your newest living arangment yet, still in the habit of referring to it as Calum and Ashton’s place. You only unpacked your last box a few weeks ago, a short while after Ashton left for Las Vegas to pursue the boxing training Dennis Serrant had to offer.

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inimitablebiscuit  asked:

Erm Flintwood please if you're still doing 150. * Winning smile *

pairing: marcus flint x oliver wood

setting: modern, non-magical, soulmates-at-first-touch au

word count: 1394


Marcus punches his soulmate in the face the first time they meet.

Wait.

No.  

It’s worse than that.

Marcus punches his soulmate in the face the first time they meet, the flats of his knuckles crunching against the guy’s jaw, hard enough to draw blood and leave a mark and hurt—and then there’s a strange fluttering sensation erupting in the pit of Marcus’s stomach, a comforting, calming warmth suffusing the blood in his veins and the marrow in his bones and it’s exactly like how they’d described it in Health class, the awareness—the connection—slotting into place so seamlessly that he’s astonished he’d never noticed something missing before now.  

“Oh, fuck,” Marcus blurts out. “Oh—fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Marcus’s soulmate—who’s tall and lean and has the prettiest brown eyes, what the shit—is just sprawled out on the dirty arena floor, blinking and blinking and prodding gingerly at the bruise that’s already beginning to blossom—

“No,” the guy says firmly. “This isn’t happening.”

“Fuck you,” Marcus immediately snaps. “I rejected you first.”

The guy snorts, kind of irritatingly sarcastic, before grimacing. His emotions, so far as Marcus can tell, are all over the place; shock and dismay and frustration and—very, very deeply—a flickering, almost unwilling tremor of interest.  

“It wouldn’t work, anyway,” the guy goes on, more loudly. “You have terrible opinions about hockey.”

“Fuck you,” Marcus snaps again. “You’re the one in the shitty jersey.”

“He’s won three Cups.”

“Yeah, and he was a fucking healthy scratch for two of them,” Marcus retorts. “Try again.”

“Hockey is a team sport,” the guy says hotly. “It isn't—it isn’t about individual accomplishments.”

Marcus rolls his eyes. “Sure, whatever,” he drawls, “but your shitty jersey is still shitty.”

The guy’s mouth falls open, and Marcus can feel the sour note of his indignation—the jagged spike of his outrage—as clearly as if it were his own. “Jesus fucking Christ,” the guy sputters, shaking his head like he’s got a nervous tic. “What are you so—what are you so angry about?”

Marcus raises his eyebrows. “Um,” he says slowly, because, really, what the shit, “I’m not angry. I’m confused.”

“No.” The guy frowns. “You’re definitely angry. I feel it, like—” He gestures vaguely to his chest and upper abdomen. “Right there. Like heartburn.”

Marcus’s nostrils flare, and he scratches viciously at the side of his neck to distract himself from the fact that this complete fucking stranger with boy band hair and, and Bambi eyes is apparently better at deciphering Marcus’s emotions than Marcus is.  

“Oh, hell,” the guy sighs, “now you're—embarrassed, don’t be like that, I didn’t mean to—hey, come on, where are you—where are you going? You can’t just—hey! Come back!”

Marcus does not come back.

And the ensuing wave of regret that pulses through Marcus’s sternum is lukewarm and salty and depressingly difficult to pinpoint the origins of.

It’s not his, he thinks stubbornly.

Probably.


Marcus lasts two and a half days before the persistent invisible tugging at his gut becomes too annoying to bear.

He follows it.

He follows it to a bench in Riverside Park that’s near where the gross little fish and chips stand is, and the scent of old frying oil undercut by whatever the fuck is currently decomposing in the Hudson is—less nauseating than it arguably fucking should be, seriously, what the shit.

But—

His soulmate, his soulmate, is sitting with his legs spread obnoxiously wide, wrists crossed and hands dangling in his lap, squinting intently up at the clouds like he’s waiting for them to tell him what to do next. It’s endearing. Maybe. Marcus’s stomach is in knots—a tangled mess of dread and unease and, abruptly, relief.

“Oh,” the guy says, quirking his lips into something that Marcus chooses to generously describe as a smile. The bruise on the guy’s jaw is a lurid, chalky looking violet, partially obscured by the auburn of his stubble. “You found me.”

“Of course I fucking found you,” Marcus says, dropping down next to him. Their knees brush, just for a moment, and it’s like—lightning, bright and fierce and sizzling, coiling around the base of his spine. “There’s been this—this buzzing, in the back of my head—”

“Yeah,” the guy interjects glumly. “I know. I would've—if you hadn’t. I would’ve tried to find you.” He pauses. “I missed you, I guess, which is—weird.”

Marcus scowls down at the sidewalk. There’s a crack in the cement, and it’s dirty, gritty with loose gravel around the edges, splintering off into a dozen hairline fractures before disappearing into the grass. He can feel his own surprise at the guy’s admission, and it’s so—uncomfortable, knowing that there’s nothing he can hide behind. Making himself smaller, holding himself still; they’re not antidotes for anything, not anymore, and this guy—his soulmate—he’s got a rabbit-fast heartbeat and an intimidatingly focused way of feeling things. Marcus wonders how he’s supposed to get used to that.  

“I’m Marcus,” he eventually offers, voice emerging gruffer than he’d have liked. “My name, I mean. It's—Marcus.”

The guy turns, slightly, to look over at Marcus. “Oliver. I’m Oliver.” He hesitates before he goes on, sounding nonplussed, “I still can’t believe you fucking hit me. Over a jersey.”

Marcus huffs. “It’s a really shitty jersey.”

Oliver grins, short and sweet and self-deprecating, before nudging at Marcus’s ribs with the point of his elbow. “I’ve, uh. I’ve been told I’ve got kind of a…bad habit of, of taking things too seriously.” His mouth twists, and the stabbing ache of some long-ago insult, or argument; it lances through the pads of Marcus’s fingers, stinging and sharp. “Obsessive. That’s what—I dunno. That’s what I’ve been told. I can be…obsessive. About—whatever.”

“Obsessive,” Marcus repeats, shaking out his hand. “That’s your—one big fault. Enthusiasm.”

Oliver shrugs, easy and casual, like it doesn’t matter, like Marcus can’t literally feel the crippling uncertainty—the tension, swampy and thick—weighing down his limbs. “Enthusiasm is…too nice of a word for it, I think.”

“Bullshit,” Marcus hears himself say, with absolutely zero fucking direction from his brain, or his conscience, or his admittedly flimsy sense of self-preservation. “Enthusiasm is the perfect fucking word for it.”

Oliver startles, slightly, eyes widening a fraction. There’s a coolly refreshing burst of—happiness, maybe; gratitude, definitely—coating the back of Marcus’s tongue. Citrus. Summer. Chlorine and coconut. It’s fucking nice.

“Oh. Um. Okay,” Oliver says, haltingly. “Thanks.”

A tentative silence descends between them on the bench. Marcus drums his fingers against the inseam of his jeans, jiggling his foot and glaring at a rotting spear of tree bark and swallowing around a metallic-tasting lump in his throat that he instinctively wants to label curiosity.  

“Sorry,” Marcus grunts, slouching forward. “About the—hitting you. I just—sorry. I was angry. I get angry.”

Oliver stares at him, bottom lip clutched between his teeth, and there’s a swirl of something taking root in his lungs, something chewy and rich, like caramel, so that every breath he takes in is like burnt brown sugar crystallizing against the roof of his mouth, but then there’s more, too, a champagne bubble pop of amusement, and—

“It’s alright,” Oliver says wryly. “I heard I was wearing a pretty shitty jersey.”

Marcus snorts, and then groans, and then laughs, almost despite himself, before confessing, as quietly as he can manage—  

“Yeah, I’m…not really sorry, anyway.”


Magical Realism Fic Rec

for a friend!

burning bright (oikuro)- M, 43k

The tale of how Kuroo Tetsurou invades and subsequently ruins Oikawa Tooru’s life with his larger-than-life fire magic and his terrible hair.

i put my hand out, unfolded, into the sunlight (bokuaka) - G, 3.k

In which Bokuto Kotarou is woefully inept at conveying his feelings, and Akaashi Keiji has a sort-of superpower. Sort of.

hang out and fall in love (matsuhana) - T, 5.6k

In which Hanamaki’s humble medical practice is threatened by an intractable asshole a witch doctor who’s just moved into the shop down the street. Medical/Witchcraft AU.

And flowers bloom in his wake (kurodai) - G, 10k

Magical gifts AU. The first thing Kuroo notices about Sawamura Daichi is that wherever he goes, there are flowers. 

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