and now i'm like oh well i need to try harder

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ANGSTY CHALLENGE ACCEPTED: The reader is best friends with Peter Parker (and they're in love with him, but he doesn't know), but she doesn't know that he's Spider-Man. One day, the reader is caught in the damage of some kind of villain, and they get severely hurt (something bad enough that it's basically fatal). Spider-Man is there trying to keep her from bleeding out, and the reader is like "Please don't let me die, I haven't told my best friend I'm in love with him" and angst ensues

A strangled scream burst from your lips as you were thrown through the air, tossed aside as if you weighed no more than a rag doll. All the air was knocked from your lungs as you collided with a parked car, before falling to the ground.

Your ribs felt as though they were shrinking in around your organs; your vision was flickering and blurry; blood was pouring from a wound somewhere on your stomach. You squinted your eyes as you lay in agony, and managed to make out an unclear image of the enormous robotic creature which had just sent an entire street into chaos.

You breathed in sharply as a familiar red-and-blue figure soared overhead, however instead of attacking the villain, Spiderman landed clumsily and sprinted to your side.

“Oh God, (Y/N), I’m so sorry,” he murmured repeatedly, his hands hovering over the wound in your stomach. You were in too much pain to wonder how he knew your name.

“You need to…help the people,” you managed to whisper hoarsely, tears welling in your eyes. “They’ll d-die.”

Spiderman shook his head rapidly, taking one of your hands in both of his gloved ones. You frowned; there was something familiar about the hands, something which reminded you of-

“Peter,” you wheezed. The superhero’s head jerked in your direction, and his whole body became tense.

“What did you say?” he asked, his voice rising in pitch. You narrowed your eyes to try and see him.

“Tell my f-friend, Peter….Parker, tell him I love h-him?” you requested, tears flowing down your cheeks and mingling with the blood.

Spiderman looked over his shoulder briefly, before doing the last thing you expected; he tugged his famous mask off of his face to reveal-

“Peter?” you whispered in confusion, trying to reach up and touch his face. He grabbed your hand and pressed it against his cheek, trying to smile reassuringly at you even as your blood smeared against his face.

“I’m here, (Nickname), don’t worry,” he told you. “You’re going to be okay, I promise. Oh god, I’m so sorry, this is all my-”

“I love you,” you blurted out again, wincing as you accidentally put pressure on your undoubtedly broken ribs. It was getting harder to breathe now.

Peter let out a heartbreaking sound which was somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

“I love you too, I love you so much,” he replied desperately, leaning down to press his forehead to yours. “I’m gonna get you out of here, hang on.”

He tried to lift you and you screamed in pain, your ribs turning to daggers within you. Your head fell against his chest, and he cradled you carefully, as if you were the most fragile creature in the world.

“Keep your eyes open,” he begged, stroking your hair, which was now matted with blood. “Please, (Y/N), don’t make me lose you too.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, struggling for breath now. “I love-”


21. Staying cool during a heatwave (from this list)

It was well past thirty degrees out before Ladybug and Chat Noir finally stopped for a break in their weekly patrol.

“So, can we get an akuma that, like, turns off the sun or something next?” Chat groaned where he was sprawled out on the shady, lukewarm concrete under the rooftop overhang they’d discovered together. “Just for a day. One day.”

“But then we’d have to fight in the dark,” Ladybug mumbled back, trying not to whine as she leaned (melted) against the wall by his feet. “I hate fighting in the dark.”

Her eyes felt dry when she blinked and her tongue felt cool when she licked her lips and it was really much too hot out to be doing anything that didn’t involve copious amounts of cold water, but she and Chat had a duty to the city, so patrol they would, regardless of the danger of heatstroke.

Chat sighed gustily and flopped a hand in her general direction. “Imagine I just said something really great about holding your hand. It’s too hot to think up lines.”

Ladybug laughed through her groan despite herself. “It’s too hot for holding hands, too.”

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anonymous asked:

I had this crazy idea about Genma/kakashi like, imagine Bookstore-Owner!Kakashi chilling behind the counter reading some porn when his door slams open and this very annoyed but super sexy Florist!Genma storms in heading straight for Kakashi. Genma slams his hands down on the counter, glaring at Kakashi and says "I swear to god if you don't have a book on flower meanings I'm going to murder my customer." And Kakashi discovers Genma's hot and florists couldn't give 2 shits about flower meanings.

(Thank you anon, oh my god I’ve been fiddling with like 15 different WIPs for the past 6 hours and didn’t realize that THIS is what my brain was looking for, but IT IS PERFECT.)

Kakashi is about halfway through the display copy of the newest Icha Icha book, idly swirling the dregs of the mocha Obito had brought him earlier when he stopped in to yell about Kakashi needing to fend for himself for dinner because he had a date goddamnit—Kakashi is skeptical, because this is Obito, and he’s willing to wager an empty stomach that whatever bastard has set their eyes on Obito is going to end up needing a trip to the emergency room when they show their creep colors before the second course—and vaguely contemplating whether he should reorganize the self-help section again. It’s always amusing to tell people who ask him where things are in it that he can’t help them, because they need to help themselves, and the joy those moments provide keeps Kakashi more or less sane on lazy days like this.

Sometimes he thinks he should have opened that dog-grooming parlor Gai suggested, rather than a bookstore, but then he remembers the Poodle Incident that followed shortly after and is quietly relieved all over again.

Then, without warning, the door slams open with a force that’s usually reserved for hurricanes, setting the cheerful bell above it clanging like it’s rolling down a mountainside. Kakashi startles, almost dropping his coffee, and looks up just as a pair of hands in fingerless gloves slam down on the counter.

That, Kakashi thinks, eyeing the man as he lowers is book, is a very tight tank top and a lot of very, very pretty golden skin. And muscles. Sweaty muscles, and while one would think Kakashi got more than enough of those living with Rin, who actually enjoys training with Gai and has the six-pack to prove it, these ones are particularly ropy and lovely.

The guy’s face isn’t all that bad either, even if his expression is currently just about the same level as deadly Obito’s was after that especially disastrous date with that Madara creep and the introduction to the quasi-cult he hosted in his basement.

“I swear to god,” the man says, and the words might be even, there might be a flower tucked behind his ear, but the spark in his eyes is very close to incandescent rage, “if you don’t have a book on flower language I’m going to murder my customers.”

Ah. Kakashi closes his book carefully, studying the man. That would explain the apron wrapped around his hips, embroidered with a smiley sunflower and the logo of the flower shop down the block. Kakashi hasn’t ever had reason to go in before, but now that he knows eye candy like this works there, he might just have to change that.

“That depends,” he says, offering the man a lazy smile. “Did you want Victorian flower language, hanakotoba, Hindu flower language…” It takes effort not to laugh at the expression of mingled horror and disgust that crosses the man’s face.

“God damn it,” the florist sighs, dragging his bandana off. Chestnut hair falls into his face, and he smooths it back with a grimace. The muscles in his arm and shoulder flex in ways that kind of make Kakashi want to bite them.

Kakashi isn’t staring. He’s just…observing. That’s it. Definitely not ogling. Or drooling.

“You’ll probably get the most mileage out of Victorian,” he offers, as soon as he can scrape up enough brain cells to do so. “They tend to be the most common, too.” He pushes up, stepping around the desk, and it’s a narrow space filled with displays, so he has no choice but to brush past the florist on his way by.

On an entirely unrelated note, the man has a truly fantastic ass.

“You’re a lifesaver,” the florist sighs, tucking his bandana into his back pocket and following Kakashi up the staircase to the second floor. “I’ve been open a month and I already have people asking for bouquets that are subtly vengeful or possibly interested if you try harder or—fuck, I don’t know. Why not just get a damn card? If I have to Google this shit one more time I’m going to scream.”

Kakashi chuckles, finding the correct book and pulling it down from the shelf. And if he stretches a little more than he might otherwise, making a very subtle show of it, well. No one who would mock him for it is currently here (a true miracle, and Kakashi thanks all his lucky stars for it) so he’s really got nothing to lose.

“Of all the pitfalls of the flower business I had considered, that wasn’t one of them,” he says, turning to offer the hardcover to the man. “This is the only copy I have, and it’s leather-bound and illustrated, so it will cost more. If you want to wait a week, I could order another version.”

The man smiles, and wow. Kakashi can practically feel his brain shorting out. The scowl was hot; the smile, a little crooked and very warm, lighting up his hazel eyes, is nothing short of gorgeous. “This is great, actually,” he says, taking it carefully to avoid touching it with his dirt-streaked gloves, and that is yet another mark in his favor. Kakashi appreciates a man who takes care of books. “I can display it in the store and write it off as for the business. Thank you.”

“Not a problem.” Kakashi wonders if he should push his luck, but for all his muscles the florist doesn’t look the type to deck someone for making a pass, so he decides to take a chance. “You know, I’ve got a one-time-only sale going on right now.”

The man glances up, one brow rising, and damn. Kakashi is bought and sold. Take off the price tag, no returns. He makes his smile as charming as possible—Obito calls it skeevy, but Obito also keeps dating assholes and weirdos, so he doesn’t get an opinion—and offers, “Buy me coffee and you can have it.”

Brown eyes flecked with green and gold widen, and then the man laughs, bright and warm, and grins.

He has dimples. No one should be allowed to be simultaneously that cute and sexy.

“I don’t know,” he says thoughtfully, rubbing a light finger over the engraved cover. “This looks more like a buy-me-dinner book, unless you like really spendy coffee.”

“Well.” Kakashi makes a show of considering it. “I suppose I can make allowances, seeing as I’m the owner. And since it’s in the name of keeping you from murdering people.”

“A civil servant, huh? I like a man who knows his civic duty.” The florist reaches into one of the pockets of his apron and pulls out a pale green card, flipping it between his fingers as he glances up at Kakashi through long lashes. A pause, and then he flips to Kakashi, just the barest edge of a smirk pulling at his mouth. Kakashi catches it—without fumbling, which, score—and the man steps away with a lazy wave. “I close at six. Give me a call or swing by whenever.”

Kakashi watches his retreat—and damn, that is one fantastic ass—and only glances down at the card when the bell on the door chimes again. Genma Shiranui, it reads in neat, darker green lettering. There’s a business number and a cell number both printed under it, a small smudge of dirt on one corner, and it takes a concentrated effort for Kakashi not to beam like a fool.

“Genma,” he repeats out loud, and chuckles a little at his own ridiculousness as he heads down the stairs.

There’s the thirty dollars he was charging for the book sitting in front of the till, with the flower that had bene behind Genma’s ear resting on top. Kakashi picks it up, spinning it between his fingers, and…

He’s read that flower book, and he remembers perfectly well what meaning a white violet holds, even if Genma doesn’t have any idea. What a perfect twist of fate, Kakashi thinks, and snags one of Rin’s teacups for a makeshift vase.

White violets mean let’s take a chance on happiness, and Kakashi is more than willing to do just that.

Why do I dislike Tales of Zestiria the X?

Recently I’ve been asked one question numerous times: “Why do you think the anime is shit? You only hate it because it doesn’t focus on SorMik, right?”

Now guys, I think it’s vital for me to answer this. Because let’s face it, we will never see face to face if we don’t discuss the matter. And look, here I am, typing this out because I feel this is important. So if you’re curious and want to understand why a lot of us dislike the anime then please bear with me because this will be long (6 pages in Word, 6!)

To make this a little bit easier for me, I’ll assume that you haven’t played the game or watched its walkthrough yet and that you like the anime. But of course if you did either of them it’s good, bc at least you’ll know what I am talking about.

And so, I shall do a character analysis in this post, comparing the game and anime selves to each other while I name some other issues as well. I won’t list all the inconsistency and plot holes the anime has for I’d be here even after my death.

I’m going to try to make you guys understand that while the SorMik fandom is not happy, there are more pressing issues with the anime than that.

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Jeremy could tell something was off with Michael from the beginning. His usual carefree attitude is gone and replaced with a tenseness unusual for him. What bothers him most was that he didn’t have a clue of what could be causing it.

The night had started off normal. He had gone to bed after hanging out at Michael’s for a while after school. Just as he was about to fall asleep around midnight, he heard his phone softly ping in the darkness. He had been half tempted to just ignore it until morning, but fortunately he made himself sit up and look at the text message he had received.

Hey im outside ur house lets go for a night drive pls

And, okay, that in itself isn’t unusual. This isn’t the first time Michael has shown up unannounced at his house, but he could feel that something is different this time. Maybe it’s the “pls” at the end. Maybe he’s just thinking too much into it. There’s probably nothing wrong and Michael just couldn’t sleep and wanted to hang out with Jeremy some more. Yeah, that’s probably it.


He’s brought back from his thoughts when the car stops. They have reached an empty intersection, the stop sign glinting from the headlights. Michael is staring straight ahead, hands coming from the steering wheel to rest on his lap.

“Uh, Michael, what’s up? Why aren’t we moving? There’s no other cars…” Jeremy stutters out somewhat nervously, his worry increasing.

Michael continues staring in front of him as he says, “There’s just been something…. Just… buddy, I -” He stops suddenly.

“Michael, please, tell me. I’m wor -” He’s cut off by Michael abruptly turning towards him.

“Jeremy, I’m gonna do something. And it’s a pretty big something, like monumental, okay. I just…” He looks determined, though his voice wavers as he says, “I need to do this.”

“Um, okay. But what…?” Jeremy trails off when a warm hand comes up to rest on his cheek. Michael’s thumb traces lightly under his eye as he smiles softly, nervously.

“Just stop me if I'm… doing anything wrong, okay?”

And, oh God, Jeremy is blushing so hard that Michael surely can feel it. His heart is beating rapidly as Michael leans closer and closer. Is he really going to…?

His question is answered when lips meet his own.

It’s chaste and quick and hardly to write home about, but it was so much more to Jeremy and he could only imagine what Michael must be feeling right now. Even after Michael is leaning back with his hand gone from Jeremy’s cheek, he swears he can still feel the warmth and softness of it all. He’s still blushing profusely and he can see that Michael is too.

Michael becomes more and more tense and nervous as Jeremy continues to just sit there and stare at him, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide.

“Jeremy? I — I’m sorry; I just… You’re so… amazing? And cute and funny and I love everything about you and I love spending time with you so much and I… I’m sorry if I just ruined everything or something, I dunno, I just…” He shrugs helplessly at the end.

Jeremy finally snaps from his stupor and rushes to lean over the center console and place his hands on the sides of Michael’s face.

“Dude, that’s so gay.” Jeremy says because he can’t think of anything else to say that wouldn’t make him stutter and blush even more. He begins to regret those words until he sees Michael starting to grin widely and laugh. Jeremy leans back over to the passenger side and begins to laugh as well. Michael laughs louder as he hears Jeremy joining him and -

Jeremy stops as he takes in the sight. Michael’s eyes are closed and his head is tilted back — Jeremy can clearly see the line of his Adam’s apple from the streetlight shining through the driver side’s window — and this all causes Jeremy to swallow nervously but with a slight giddy feeling. He can’t believe someone as attractive and amazing as Michael likes him. Awkward, stutter-y Jeremy. He almost feels overwhelmed. Maybe this is all just a dream; maybe he had never checked his phone after all.

“Is this a dream?”

Michael looks at him, laughing subsiding but a smile is still there. He takes Jeremy’s hand in his own and kisses him again, harder and longer this time. Thankfully, he pulls back before Jeremy can feel embarrassed about the moan that was trying to push its way pass his lips.

“Did that feel like a dream?” Michael is smirking now, hand still clasped with Jeremy’s.

Jeremy blushes as he shakes his head vigorously. “Not at all.”

Michael laughs softly as leans over.

“Good,” he says, before kissing him once again.


They’re sitting in the car outside Jeremy’s house now.

Michael looks a little disappointed as he says, “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” He still smiles slightly, though.

Jeremy wonders why this all feels so awkward because it’s just Michael, his best friend, so why does it feel like he can’t think of the right thing to say? Then he remembers why it’s awkward because things are different now. It makes him wonder what Michael is to him now. What are they? Are they… boyfriends?

“What are we?” Jeremy blurts out, face already a deep shade of red.

“Well, uh, what do you want to be? Do you wanna, like, go on a, you know, a date first?”

Jeremy lets out a breathy laugh as he nods. “Yeah, yeah, let’s, uh, do that.”

“Okay, okay, cool.”

“Yeah, cool.”

A beat.

“Sooooo…” Jeremy starts but stops when Michael starts laughing. “What? What? Why are you laughing?”

“Because, buddy, best friend, light of my life (Jeremy blushes at that), you are so hopelessly awkward.”

Jeremy sputters, “Wha — Hey! You aren’t any better right now! And can you blame me?” He mumbles the last part.

Michael puts up his hands in mock surrender. “No, no, you’re right.”

Jeremy intertwines his hands with Michael’s before he can think about it too much. Michael grins and Jeremy smiles nervously back.

“Do you wanna come inside for a bit?” Jeremy asks.


Moonlight streams through the window of Jeremy’s room. It casts a pale glow on the two of them lying together on Jeremy’s bed. They’re facing each other, curled up and hands together. Both are on the verge of sleep, eyes heavy and breathing slow.

“I think it’s safe to say that we’re boyfriends.” Michael says softly.

“Yeah, but ‘m still expectin’ that date…” Jeremy responds sleepily, shifting closer to him.

Michael smiles, eyes lit up with adoration. “Of course, Jer, of course.”

the mars signs, basically
  • mars in aries: "u know what. FUCk everything. why doesnt life just give me what i want!!! life is so SLOW and BORING and i want ADVENTURE why can't things just HAPPEN MY WAY for ONCE!!!" *someone tells them to chill* "who tf are you??? are you trying to fight me????? ok i dare you FIGHT ME"
  • mars in taurus: *bad stuff happens* "lol im fine" *more bad stuff happens* "@ life are u trying to provoke me...try harder it aint working" *the worst thing that could possibly happen happens* "OK THATS IT IM AT MY LIMIT. THAT WAS NOT NECESSARY. IM SO MAD RIGHT NOW I CANT EVEN THINK WTF WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME. anyways im actually totally chill haha let me just suppress my feelings it'll be ok :)"
  • mars in gemini: "oh, i see! you think i'm wrong. i'm truly sorry to hear that some pitiful creatures like you find my beautiful mind so complex that you can't comprehend anything i'm saying. i'm sure that, for SOME people, it is indeed a bit too complex hahah lmao (:"
  • mars in cancer: "fine, whatever. u may have said something rude but it's ok im just gonna ignore that" *later* "that fUkcin bitch...i'll show them later, trust me. i'll just wait for the right moment and destroy them when they least expect it"
  • mars in leo: "??? did u just insult me or one of my interests ??? lmao first of all, HOW DARE YOU. second of all, YOU ARE WRONG. i am so beautiful and awesome and such a great friend and THIS is how u repay me??? i'm worth so much more than this. you are disgraceful. i am disgusted"
  • mars in virgo: "i hate everything. NOTHING is going right and i am FALLING APART. honestly i don't even remember the last time something good happened in this world. why are people always annoying me? why is school always annoying me??? why is LIFE always annoying me????? can everyone just STOP"
  • mars in libra: *someone points out that they need to get their life together* "bitch...what? i'm fine...what are you talking life is 100% under control!!!" *procrastinates everything* "wtf why do i have so much work??? i am dying under all the pressure i hate everything NOTHING IS UNDER CONTROL"
  • mars in scorpio: *on the outside* "okay you know what fuck you im so over this it's over" *on the inside* "i know all ur weaknesses, honey...and trust me, you will regret it. you think i'm over this but i'm definitely not lmao watch ur back"
  • mars in sagittarius: "wtf bitch i hate u, what do you think of yourself??? how dare u disagree with me and say rude stuff to me ugh don't talk to me ever again" *after like 8 minutes max* "omfg the other day i was listening to the duck song and i was thinking about how much you'd like it i mean i bet you've already heard it but it's absolutely hilarious u should watch the video it went viral on youtube hahaha" *someone asks if they've gotten over their anger* "what anger? ...oh thAT. lmao whatever who cares about that, have you heard the duck song?"
  • mars in capricorn: "yeah i'm pretty fucking upset right now, things definitely did not go the way i expected them to. anyways that's just life. i'm over it. i'm just gonna...try and distract myself.....and pretend nothing happened...because that'll help me stop thinking about my shitty life...probably"
  • mars in aquarius: *on the outside* "i guess ur right. maybe what ur saying is the right thing to do :) :) :)" *on the inside* "...excuse me hoe.....ur wrong, i'm right. u can't tell me what to do. i'm well-aware of what i'm doing, if u think i'm gonna listen to anything u tell me to do ur 100% wrong bye"
  • mars in pisces: *accidentally offends someone, someone asks why they're mad* "honestly i'm not totally sure why i'm mad. i didn't even know i was mad until you pointed it out. i mean there are the usual reasons for being mad...people are horrible, life just generally sucks. so yeah im probably just generally mad lmao no worries"

anonymous asked:

More smut please I'll pay you (not really I'm poor)

She breathes in and she breathes out, and she’ll never admit it, but god she’s thankful Maggie’s been taking her to those yoga classes, because otherwise she’s pretty sure she’d have forgotten how by now.

Because her hands are bracing against the brick wall that serves as a headboard to Maggie’s bed, her triceps tensed with the pressure of holding her steady, of holding her up.

Because she’s kneeling and her legs are open and Maggie’s hands are on her ass and Maggie’s tongue is on her clit and she’s trying to focus on breathing because they’ve already gotten several noise complaints in the last week alone, and sitting on Maggie’s face?

Is not really helping her keep quiet.

Especially not as Maggie reaches up to tease one of Alex’s nipples between her fingers; especially not as Maggie drags her tongue lower to slip inside her, letting her lips, her face, keep pressure on Alex’s clit; especially not as Maggie moans and her hand tightens on Alex’s ass, encouraging her to let go, encouraging her to enjoy herself fully, encouraging her to let her hips rock.

Encouraging her to fuck her face without holding back.

So she focuses on breathing and she focuses on not tearing her throat on Maggie’s name.

And generally, when Alex Danvers focuses, she succeeds.

This time?

This time, she fails.


Because Maggie is doing that thing with her tongue where she’s alternating between fucking her and licking her clit, and she’s moaning into her pussy and she’s grabbing at her ass and she’s teasing at her nipple and Alex can feel her rocking her own hips beneath her, and she can’t help the way her whimper becomes a scream, the way her ragged breathing becomes a series of gasps.

And it just makes Maggie lick her harder, fuck her deeper with her tongue, thrash more erratically with her own hips, desperate for a pressure she’s not getting right now.

And suddenly, Alex grins. Because suddenly, she knows how to focus her energies, how to distract herself from screaming.

She shifts to lean up on her knees and Maggie whines at the loss of contact.

“You good, babe?”

Her voice is thick with raw desire, coated with sex, and her lips, her chin, are covered in how wet Alex is for her, and her eyes?

God, her eyes love her so much.

“Yeah,” Alex whispers, bringing a shaky hand down to wipe Maggie’s lips. “Just uh… shifting.”

“Why, is this not – “

“Oh, no no, this is… this is perfect. I just… You may proceed,” she teases with a grin, and Maggie smiles back, but only briefly, because Maggie doesn’t hesitate before bringing Alex back down onto her mouth, moaning at the reconnection.

Repositioned slightly, subtly, Alex has the balance, now, to lean back like she wants to, needs to, to rest one hand, not on the wall in front of her, but on Maggie’s thigh beneath her.

Her other hand? Her other hand goes hovers right above Maggie’s clit.

She pauses and lifts her hips slightly.

“Seems like you wanted some… pressure. So um… this okay, babe?” she asks, and Maggie’s eyes are wide, and her eyes are wild, and her eyes are completely, completely wrecked.

“Yeah,” she answers raggedly, and Alex lowers herself onto Maggie’s face again with a sigh and a grin, her fingers smoothing down through Maggie’s curls and trembling ecstatically when she feels how soaked Maggie is.

“Damn, Sawyer, you’re dripping for me,” she rasps, and Maggie shifts so she breathe, so she can talk.

“What’d you expect, Danvers? I love when you sit on my face like this. I fucking love it. I love… I love it.”

Alex’s breath hitches and she licks her lips and she feels the way Maggie’s chest starts to heave, sees the way her pupils are dilating, even in the dim light.

She loves her too. God, she loves her, too.

But they both know that now, naked and sweaty and completely ruined for each other, might not be the best first time to say it.

And as if by unspoken agreement, they say it with actions, not with words, Alex lowering back down onto Maggie’s waiting, eager lips; Alex bringing her fingers to rest on Maggie’s increasingly thrashing hips; Alex riding Maggie’s face, making Maggie moan in encouragement, in ecstasy, until she cums hard, cums fast, cums unrestrained.

Maggie thinks her upper lip might be bleeding with the force of Alex rocking into her, but god, god, god she doesn’t care, because Alex Danvers coming undone on her face is the most beautiful thing she’s ever felt, the most incredible thing she’s ever heard, the most erotic thing she’s ever known.

And if she has some explaining to do to some rookie cops about the sixth noise complaint in as many days in the morning, well, damn, it’s absolutely worth it.

Salmon- A BATIM Fic

I’ve been on a Bendy kick lately and @doodledrawsthings Hell’s Studio AU, specifically their head cannon involving colored inks seemed like something fun to explore, especially the mixing of colors. For all intents and purposes of this story: Salmon is (to me) a pinkish-orange color made from mixing the colors pink and yellow together. Enjoy!

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mydeerfriend  asked:

I'll take a number 9 please ;) Because I'm here for Teenager!Claire&Jamie on their first date :D Making out. In the cinema. Awkwardly.

This is a part of a series of ficlets I’m writing in answer to THIS post. Enjoy!

Shout out to my home girl @outlandishchridhe for helping me make this awkward kiss as awkward as possible.

I’m nervous. So nervous. Way more nervous than when I’d tried out for the drama club. I’d only done that to try and win a date with Kevin O’Hara, but he’d asked Kitty MacNeal to the dance instead.

I’m in front of the cinema where Uncle Lamb had dropped me off. He’d given me a stern reminder that ‘no means no’ and ‘you tell him to keep his large Scottish hands off you’

That’s right. I forgot to mention. After Kevin had asked out Kitty and I dropped out of drama club, I’d been approached by the most beautiful and intimidating boys in my year. 

James. Fraser.

I don’t think I’ve stopped squeaking. But, here I am at the cinema waiting for him for our… date. I’m a little early, sort of on purpose. Uncle Lamb is notoriously late everywhere, so I gave him the wrong time so I’d get there at the right time.

“Hello, Sassenach.”

My whole body tingles at two words. Something about his deep, Scottish burr just… gets me. I turn around, already feeling my cheeks burn with a blush. That’s the downside of , what my Uncle calls, my glass face. I blush furiously at the drop of a hat and can’t lie for my life.

“H-hi, James.”

“God, please. Only my mam calls me James, and only when she’s verra cross wi’ me. Call me Jamie.”

“Alright, J-Jamie.”

Then he gives me that smirk that sends every girl in school into a swoon. I refuse to let him have that effect on me, but I still feel my legs wobble.

“If I’d kent ye’d got here early, I would have come sooner. My apologies.”

“Oh it’s no problem. You don’t know my uncle. It’s a small miracle I’m here.”

“Are ye ready then?”

Nodding, I follow him into the cinema. He insists that he pay for my ticket, so I spring for popcorn. We take our seats and I can feel the warmth of him. The film begins to roll and I stare studiously ahead. All I want to do is stare at him, at the red curling hair, the fathomless blue eyes. I wasn’t kidding when I said he was beautiful. 

I lean over to take a sip of my drink when suddenly Jamie is falling into me. I yelp, only to be hushed by other movie-goers. I’m staring at Jamie, mouth open in complete shock. Had he just fallen over in his seat? I couldn’t be sure, but I thought he might be blushing worse than I was.

The film continues on for a little while until I notice Jamie staring at me. I turn to ask him if there’s something on my face or in my hair, but I can’t. His mouth is on mine, warm and soft and sweet. 

Oh… My… God…


I do what any girl in my position would do. I turn more towards him and pull myself closer. An orphaned English girl like me doesn’t get the opportunity to kiss the most handsome boy in Scotland very often.

I’ve never actually kissed a boy before, but I’ve read books. That’s all Uncle Lamb has, really. Books. I remember one book where the woman, who’s secret lover had come to her under the cover of darkness, nibbled on the man’s lip. Not biting, as I understood it, but nibbling. That can’t be too difficult.

I open my mouth a little, trying to think just how I was supposed to get a hold of his lip. Right as I get his full bottom lip between my teeth, something else happens. His tongue is suddenly inside my mouth, unexpected and incredibly awkward. In my surprise, I bit down harder than I’d meant. 

Jamie yelps this time and pulls back, hand on his mouth. My hand is on my mouth too, staring up at him in shock and horror.

“Jamie, I’m so sorry! I’m so so sorry!”

He doesn’t say anything and we finish the film in the most awkward of silences. When we leave, I pull my cell out to call Uncle Lamb to get picked up. Jamie’s hand catches mine and I stare up at him, desperately trying to resist the urge to cry.

“I’ve kissed a few lassies before,” he said slowly.

I hope his tongue doesn’t hurt too much…

“And this was the worst. Please, I don’t need you to say it.”

“I wouldna say that, Sassenach. It was certainly the most memorable. But… If ye wouldna mind it, perhaps we could practice.”

I frown at him, waiting for the punchline or hidden camera to be revealed. Surely James Fraser isn’t be interested in a girl like Claire Beauchamp. 


“The kissing, aye? I think ye’ve got the potential to be quite good.”

“You… want to kiss me? Again?!”

“Aye, I would. Come out wi’ me next Friday? We’ll see if we canna make a good kisser out of you.”

I’m blinking, his words finally starting to sink in. 



Uncle Lamb arrives just at the wrong time.

“Well?” Jamie asks, anxiously I thought.


Then he unlocks his full smile, the one that sends girls to see the nurse at school. He knows it’s a nuclear weapon and doesn’t let it out much. But he does right now, when I agree to see him again. And then he’s grabbing me, pulling me up to him. Our teeth clack together, sending shots of pain into my mouth. But his lips are soft and warm.

“Then I’ll see ye tomorrow, Sassenach.”

Before Uncle Lamb can get out of the car and beat him, Jamie turns and runs away. 

“But…” I begin. “Tomorrow’s Saturday…”

gdesertsand  asked:

Friend!!! Did you say you accept Latte?! I'm so happy! Okay, here is the prompt: Matt is trying to get Lance's attention but Pidge and Shiro are being this two who will make Matt's task of courting the Blue Paladin a walk through fire. Of course only if you like to write it! Have an awesome day!

Friend!!!! I do take latte!!!!!! And omg shiro and Pidge just making it so hard for Matt to get Lance’s attention. Lmao!!! I hope I do this as great as your prompt!


“Ok. Oh can do this Matt, you’ve got this.”
Matt mutters to himself as he stands outside of the common lounge that Lance is currently sitting in. Alone. It’s his perfect chance to finally do what he’s been thinking about for the past week since joining team voltron.

To say that he was happy to see Shiro and Pidge are ok is an understatement, he was practically crying with how happy he was. And once he joined team voltron, he was even happier to see that Pidge had found such great friends out here in space. One particular friend caught Matt’s eye off the bat. The Blue Paladin, Lance. He was funny, and caring for everyone on the team, even Matt who Lance barely even knew. Another understatement is to say that matt feel head over heels; he fell face first into his crush.

The problem is that it’s been a long while since Matt has flirted with anyone, and being in space hasn’t helped with that either. The other problem is that Lance was always with someone. Matt could never catch Lance by himself, he was either with one of the other Paladins, or with one of the Altean. This is the first time since Matt got there that Lance was alone.

Matt takes in one more deep breath, muttering to himself, going over the pick up lines he spent the last week trying to remember from the few times he has flirted with anyone.

“What are you doing?”


Matt spins around to see Pidge standing behind him, computer in hand and giving a confused look.

Matt stutters out “n-nothing! I’m doing nothing!”
Good going Matt, now she knows he’s up to something. She peaks over Matt to the room where Lance is relaxing, and he can immediately tell when she figures it out, a cocky smile sliding onto her face as she looks back and forth between Matt and Lance.

“Katie, don’t-”

Too late, as soon as Matt moves to stop her, she slips under him and walks into the room, plopping herself right. In . Lance’s. lap! God he hates his sister sometimes. This is one of those times.

“Oh! Hey Pidge! Whatchya doing?” Lance’s voice lilts from the room.

“I was bored. Hey want to hear a cheesy pick up line.” Pidge calls out, knowing full well that Matt is standing just outside the doorway.

“Yeah, i’m always looking for new material.” Matt can practically picture the stupidly cute eyebrow wiggle that Lance is doing right now.

“Do you work at A coffee shop? Because I like you a latte.”

Damnit Katie! Why do you have to do this every time!

Lance’s laughter fills the room and the hallway, making Matt’s heart beat faster than it already was; god he has such a sweet and contagious laugh, it could make anyone laugh along with him, even if they don’t know why their laughing in the first place.

Matt can see that Pidge is looking back him; the biggest shit-eating grin plastered on her face. She loved making it so much harder for Matt when it came to his crushes. Playing off his usual pick up lines as jokes, pretty much making it impossible to spend any alone time with them, or even telling his crushes some of his most embarrassing moments.

Matt turns around and storms off, trying to think of another way to flirt with Lance WITHOUT Katie there to ruin his chances.


The next time Matt had a chance of being alone with Lance, it was after a particularly rough mission, that left a lot of them either wound up or exhausted. Lance being the former, had taken up residence in one of the viewing decks, working on some sort of book.

Matt walks into the room, not waiting around for Pidge to catch him off guard again, behind his back is a small device he had built for Lance that would recreate sounds of the ocean as well as project a sort of kaleidoscope effect that mimics water.

“Hey Lance!” Matt calls out a little too loud, mentally trying to calm himself down and to play it cool.

“Hey Matt. You need something?”

“No! No, I just wanted to spend some time with you that’s all.”

“Oh, ok! Here,” Lance pats the seat next to him, which Matt happily accepts, internally high diving himself for not making it this far without messing up too bad. Now all he has to do is give him the gift he made; and then…….wait. He didn’t think of what to do after that. What if Lance didn’t like his gift? What if he really likes it? Then what?!

Matt shakes his head to try and clear his head of all the questions in his head. Focus. What’s happens will happen. Just…..go where the conversation takes him.

“Hey Lan-”

“Lance! There you are.” Both of them turn around and see Shiro standing in the doorway. And while anyone else would just think Shiro is just smiling, Matt knows better than most. Shiro’s in on it with Pidge. Matt just can’t get a break, can he? Shiro is just as bad at trying to embarrass him when he has a crush.

Shiro plops down on the other side of Lance, still giving them that ‘innocent’ smile that Matt knows Better than to trust it.

“I was hoping to find you. And Matt, you’re here too,” Matt glares at Shiro, whatever game you and Pidge are trying to pull is not helping in the slightest Shiro, “hey Matt, remember that time you tried to take your mom’s car out for a joy ride and ended up almost driving into a fish pond.” Shiro is laughing by the end of the sentence, and Lance chuckling along with him.

“What?! Really? You gotta tell me everything!” Lance asks, only making the embarrassing flush on Matt’s face that much worse.

Matt escapes out of the room, trying to hide his embarrassment as much as possible while Shiro regales Lance with the story. Matt’s gift still in his hands.


Knock. knock.

Matt looks up from the device still on his hands.

“Come in.”

The door swishes open to show Lance standing in his doorway.

“Lance…hey. Come in.” Lance gives him a smile and walks in, taking a seat next to Matt in the bed.

“I have a question for you.”

Matt looks at Lance, his full attention focused on Lance (ok maybe more on his lips, but Lance none the less), “sure, shoot.”

“Did you use to work at a Starbucks?”

What? That’s a weird question to ask him.

Because I like you a latte.“ Lance finishes, giving Matt a knowing look.



"How long have you known that I-”

I may not be a genius, but I’m not blind. Plus you’re kinda obvious when you stare.” Lance cuts off Matt, still giving him that warm sweet smile. Matt can feel his cheeks heating up.

“Don’t worry, I’ve done plenty of staring too.” And now his face is getting even hotter. Lance likes him back. Wow. His wasn’t exactly how he thought this would go.

“Can you show me what you wanted to give me earlier?” Lance leans over, curious about the device that still sits in Matt’s hands. Matt stutters over his words, flustered and blushing as a tomato. “Y-yeah, sure. Ok” Matt fumbles around, trying to remember how to start up the machine. Finally, after what felt like minutes of making a fool of himself, he finally turns it on, the sounds filling the room as well as the projection, giving the roof the look of a reflective pool.

Matt and Lance watching the the display in a calm silence. Matt startles as Lance takes his hand in his own, lacing their fingers together. Matt looks down at his hand then back at Lance, who is smiling and has somehow closed the space between them without Matt knowing. Matt smiles as he looks back up to his roof.

Yeah, joining team Voltron was the best decision he’s made.


I hope you liked this, because I know I did! Thank you so much for the prompt!


Written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash 2k Negan Writing Challenge!

My prompt was “Lemonade”

Negan x wife (reader - Y/N)

Y/N=your name

Ne - reader’s nickname for Negan

This is in Negan’s POV

Warnings- NSFW, very sexy Negan times & language. NSFW aesthetic

Not real happy with the smut in this one, sorry!

1800 words

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anonymous asked:

Could you maybe write the reactions of RFA (maybe Saeran and V if you have time/inspiration?) to MC having anxiety issues? Like if they had an attack or they need them to order food in a restaurant or something? I really like your writing, and I feel like you could write something really good with this! (Plus I'm a lonely fuck with multiple anxiety disorders and this is just kinda self-indulgent; I'm sorry) If you can't, it's all good; I hope you have a really nice day, too!

Babe, I will always have the time for you, message me if you end up feeling too lonely I’m lonely too. Thank you so much. I love you, anxiety sucks, I know it can feel horrible when you try something new, but it could be the start of something great, please talk to me I’m lonely! I’m also a very nice guy and will always be up to meeting new people. If I don’t reply right away it’s because I don’t have internet or I’m asleep!


I should have tried harder to keep his sweater, MC thought bitterly. It always made them feel so safe and secure, and like nothing was going to happen to them. And, of course, the day Yoosung takes it back, is the day Zen wants to go someplace. They could already feel the anxiety bubbling up inside of them, and they had not even left the apartment yet. Zen was due to come any time, and they knew they shouldn’t be getting themselves worked up, that it would only lead to an attack, but they just couldn’t help it.

They could already feel their breath shortening and their heart start to race. They just couldn’t calm down. The attack was upon them. They knew what they should and shouldn’t do, of course, but things like logic tend to fly out the window at a time like this. All they could hear was their heart pounding, and their short, quick gasps. There’s too much noise, a coherent thought flew by. Shaking hands eagerly pushed against their ears and grasped their hair, what seemed like their only lifeline at the moment.


Zen was worried that MC had hurt themselves, he had been standing in the hallway for over 10 minutes, with no sign of MC. Sighing, he turned the knob, an eyebrow raising as the door opened. He took a step in, scanning the room. In a corner was MC, curled up, hands over their ears, eyes wide with panic. Rushing over to them, he saw no immediate signs of danger, but MC gave no response. Fumbling fingers he dialed Yoosung’s number, praying to whatever god was listening that he wasn’t in class yet.

“Zen? Is everything alright?” Yoosung’s high pitched voice rang out through the speaker.

“Something’s wrong with MC, they’re curled up and not giving me any responces, I’m not sure what to do.”

“What!” Yoosung sounded panicked, “I’m coming home right now! Please make sure MC is alright!”

The line went dead.


“…cm…ou..oi…ic..asy…ere we go. Come on MC, pull your hands away from your head. Good, just like that. Deep breaths, come one, in and out. In and out. There’s a good MC.” Yoosung’s voice was low and soothing, MC could feel the rumblings of his voice on their cheek. They felt calm, what had happened? Oh. That’s right. A panic attack. Letting their eyes flutter open, MC blinked owlishly around the room. Letting their eyes fall onto Yoosung last.

“MC, what happened? You had Zen and I worried.”

While they didn’t want to tell, they were more afraid of Yoosung’s disappointment in them. “I.. I have anxiety,” their voice was croaky, and they hated the sign of weakness. “I usually do fine with something to help me focus on the here and now, but..” they trailed off, not wanting Yoosung to blame himself for their attack. “But, you took your sweater, and it makes me feel so safe.” MC said in a rush. A chuckle sounded in MC’s ear. Yoosung grabbed the sweater from next to him, and put it on them as best he could given the seating arrangement.

“Well, We’ll just have to make sure you feel safe, no don’t we?”


  • Mostly MC would get anxiety about being seen with him
  • What if their picture was taken? People could look at them whenever they wanted, they wouldn’t be anonomus anymore.
  • Zen took care of that very well
  • Whenever they were feeling anxious, he would sit down and pull them onto his lap and whisper encouragements into their ear
  • They had some difficulties, but a lot of his fans were very understanding, and even if they didn’t like MC too much they would do their best not to talk about them.
  • This feels like a disappointment after Yoosung’s


  • This princess always takes orders for the café and does the talking
  • MC can just make what needs to be made, and deliver it if needs be.
  • They don’t have to talk
  • Everybody who’s not a regular thinks that they are mute
  • Jaehee always seems to know when they are reaching their limit
  • “Go sit down with a cup of tea, there’s not too many customers right now”
  • Knows the best ways to calm them down


  • MC can’t talk to the guards
  • They just can’t
  • They are big, and scary and loom over them. Their eyes are always watching what they are doing
  • MC just doesn’t like the guards. Period.
  • Jumin is conflicted
  • Eventually the settle on the guards will not follow MC around in the building, and Jumin will let MC pick out the less intimidating guards for when they are needed


  • He’s found that laughter is the best cure.
  • He carries around note cards with jokes on them
  • He writes several jokes and notes of encouragement on MC’s arms so he’s always with them
  • Always calls to check in
  • “God 707 is watching you. You are safe.”


  • The first time you go to a restaurant together it is hell.
  • His eyes are recovering from the surgery so he can’t order, and he leaves it to you to pick out what he’s having
  • Welp, fuck.
  • MC’s panicking a little
  • Actually, a lot
  • The first time the waiter comes to take their order, MC can’t form words so they just vioolently shake their head.
  • V notices something is wrong right away.
  • “What are we having?” was the whispered inquiry.
  • MC replied back, and V told the waiter when he came by.
  • “I noticed you were anxious about ordering. Is this normal? I don’t mind being your voice, as long as you’re my eyes”
  • Get a fucking room you two


  • The two of them are just one big heap of anxiety
  • They have to bring Seven along when they want to get ice cream
  • Looking into each other’s eyes calms them down immensly
  • Whispered I love you’s and tightly grasped hands
  • This has gotten really cheesy so I’m going to stop

I didn’t mean for Yoosung’s to turn into a ficlet, and don’t be afraid to let me know if you don’t like the way I described anxiety! I hope this is what you wanted! Let me know if you want something added or changed!

Monster (Pt. 1)

Pt. 1  Pt. 2  Pt. 3  Pt. 4  Pt. 5

Pairing: Sehun x Reader

◊ Word Count: 2,218

◊ Summary: Werewolves aren’t meant to be messed with, but unfortunately, you don’t really have a choice. 

 Warnings: nothing much in this part, though that will change later  

A/N: It’s been like 2 weeks since I last posted something? Idk, but my focus has been very out of whack lately, and finally I had the motivation to write. Unfortunately, it isn’t one of my ongoing things, but this is what happened and I’m glad to be expanding my masterlist. I wrote this is about an hour or two and didn’t really feel like editing, so sorry for any mistakes.

   |Chapter 1

You tapped your pencil against your desk in a steady rhythm, the sound of your professor’s voice droning on in the background. You couldn’t bring yourself to pay attention today.

Your eyes wandered to the other side of the classroom where the floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the view of the sunny courtyard beyond. It was a nice day for autumn, and you would much rather be spending it outside than in this stuffy classroom. Unfortunately, there were still thirty minutes left of class.

And, as it usually went in this class, your eyes wandered to the boy sitting next to the windows.

You didn’t know what it was about him, but somehow he always caught your eye. Never once had you spoken to him – or even heard him speak, for that matter – but he was absolutely captivating. You’d never really gotten a good look at his face, but from the glimpses you caught he was extraordinarily handsome. He was tall as well, but other than that, you knew only one thing about him: his name.

Oh Sehun.

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Lust x Fell
  • (Gotta say, very dirty sinful sex up in here, letting you people know, you been warn~ hope yah all love it as much as I do, and enjoy every hot sexy moment of it~ I regret nothing, also, give a like and reblog lol)
  • *In UnderLust*
  • LustSans: Heya bro, I'm heading out to Grillbyz, k
  • LustPaps: -Sighs- fine.. but don't over drink.. Can't stand to always end up dragging you back home from you always getting so drunk all the time..
  • LustSans: Ah g Paps, don't worry, I ain't gonna be dra-gon you down, with me over drinkin, heh
  • LustPaps: ... Really... you just couldn't help yourself..
  • LustSans: Hehehe, welp, anyway, I'm off, cya
  • *Teleports*
  • LustSans: -comes in the front entrance of door- Heya guys, miss me?
  • CrowdInClub: Hell Yeah! Lust is Back!
  • LustSans: Heh, I take that as a yes~ -walks inside and sits on stole, looks to grillby- yah know what I like grillby~ -winks-
  • LustGrillby: of course, same as always -serves him the ketchup shots- Your brother seems to be getting tired of you drinking more often then usual here
  • *Music bumpin and blasting, loads of strippers and drinkers in kinky sexy clothes dancing*
  • LustSans: -drinks- eh, got no where else to go for some fun heh
  • LustGrillby: -smiles bit- right, just try to not over drink today, your brother text me to remind you that
  • LustSans: -rolls pupils- ok ok, I heard him the first time, ain't much change around here, always same thing, over and over -looks over to the others dancing, partying, drinking, and stripping-
  • LustGrillby: Think something might change for you? -leans to bar with arms crossed-
  • LustSans: Heh -drinks another shot- I wish grillbyz, I sure wish, that something new could happen for once, instead of the same ol thing I see everyday, somethin, interesting, more fun and exciting yah know?
  • LustGrillby: Sure lust, maybe something will change for you
  • -phone rings-
  • LustGrillby: ? hold on lust, I have to answer this -heads to the back in storage room and answers phone-
  • LustSans: Eh ok.. -keeps drinking-
  • *after couple shots later*
  • CrowdInClub: -chant- Dance! Lust! Dance!
  • LustSans: ? -hic- ehehe.. welp, since yah all ask -gets on a pole and strip dances for them, is drunk-
  • CrowdInClub: -Chant, Cheers, and Whistles in Hot Tone-
  • *After a long late night partying, he ends up walking threw the forest*
  • LustSans: -still drunk- *hic* wooo -chuckles- *hic* that was some parrrttyy~ -blushing from effect of drinking and pupils are heart shape purple-
  • -As soon as he almost makes it back home, a mysterious portal appears, right infront of him, out of no where-
  • LustSans: ? -tilts head- *hic* wha this?.. -goes closer to take a peek- hmm?..
  • -The portal suddenly sucks him inside and closes behind him-
  • LustSans: !?! Hey! WTF?!
  • -He tries to escape, but the force of the portal pulls him more and more, with no escape-
  • *Next Scene, In UnderFell*
  • FellSans: Boss.. I'm heading to Grillbys.. and cmon home late.. so don't be a ass callin me all crazy to come home..
  • FellPaps: Hmph.. your already a ass to me.. whatever.. go get yourself drunk for all I care...I'll be at the Royal Guard -walks out the front door and slams it behind self-
  • FellSans: *ToSelf: Bitch..
  • -As Soon as he was gonna teleport, a portal appears in front of him-
  • FellSans: ? What the Fuck? -looks at it with hands in jacket pockets- what is this shit?...
  • -the portal sucks him in-
  • FellSans: !? -teleports before it could- what the fuck was that. . . -walks threw forest- least it didn't get me..
  • -portal appears underneath his feet and he falls in, portal closes-
  • FellSans: . . . I should of know...-pupils slightly opened, with a pist off look- where the fuck is it taking me..
  • *Back to LustSans Scene*
  • -portal opens and drops him on ground, and he faceplant-
  • LustSans: !? -muffles- ow.. -slowly stands back up,rubs face, looks around- where am I?.. geez.. I need to get back home
  • -he tries to teleport back to his au world, but for some reason, it only teleports him back to where he is right now-
  • LustSans: ? what the hell -keeps trying- what's goin on here.. why can't I teleport back?.. shit.. this isn't good
  • -he roams threw the forest, soon stumbles upon a empty house-
  • LustSans: -sees- ? hm.. seems empty, do I dare?.. Ah freak it, where else could I go, and its getting pretty dark out
  • -he heads inside the empty house, towards the living room, lays upon couch, slowly falls to sleep-
  • *Back to FellSans Scene*
  • -portal opens up and drops him-
  • FellSans: -lands on feet, grunts- what the fuck.. what's this shitty place.. I'm outer here..
  • *same result as LustSans, he only teleports to the same spot*
  • FellSans: ?.. Son of a Bitch.. guess I'm walkin..fuckin fantastic..
  • *As he roams threw the forest, it starts getting darker with night approaching, he soon stumbles upon the same house that LustSans is in, him not knowing he's there*
  • FellSans: -sees it- looks dead empty.. -looks around- to quiet out here.. might as well spend the night there till morin, and figure out on how the fuck I'm gonna get back..
  • -heads inside, pupils glow red for light, looks around-
  • LustSans: zZzZzZz -Snores-
  • FellSans: -hears- ? not empty.. -heads towards the snoring sound, suddenly seeing him sleeping on couch- ..... *Whispers to self: What the fuck is he doing here. . .
  • LustSans: zZzZzZz
  • FellSans: *Whisper to self: ... of all the Au's....-grunts- fuck sake...-sighs- maybe he might know what happened -grunts- n-no.. what am I saying.. I shouldn't talk to the sex addicting freak.. -back turned- there's gotta be someone else that can bring me back to my au...and explain, on why the fuck I'm here...
  • LustSans: -slowly wakes, hearing a voice, lifts head, and sees him- ? *To Self Whispers: ooooo heh, well well, how interesting that FellSans is here as well. Maybe, in the mean time, since were now both struck here, I could spare the time for some fun with him~ -gets up slowly, and approaches him quietly from behind, with a sly grin-
  • FellSans: *To self: Who ever brought me here with this "Freak" is gonna p-
  • LustSans: -Arms wrap around him- heeeyyy felly~ -chuckles, with pupils glowing in purple heart shape-
  • FellSans: !?! Oh Hell Nah! -Shoves him off- Don't Touch Me! -backs away-
  • LustSans: heheh~ Aww did I scare you felly~
  • FellSans: -raises non existing brow- fuck no... and don't call me that....
  • LustSans: Heh, weird how it brought you and me, together, isn't it~
  • FellSans: Don't Fuckin Touch Me. . .or I'll break you..
  • LustSans: -Leans forward, licks him on mouth- You talk bad~ I love it~
  • FellSans: ! -shivers- what the fuck is with you! you creep me the fuck out.. -clenches fist- Stay the fuck away from me!! Got That!
  • LustSans: or what, yah gonna, Pun-ish me~ *winks*
  • FellSans: First of all, good one, second, not to whatever your thinking...
  • LustSans: -chuckles- C'mere yah sexy bones~ -hands to his face and kisses him on mouth-
  • FellSans: !?! -swings a punch-
  • LustSans: -miss- lol
  • FellSans: -pupils flame red, blushes bit- You Asshole!!!
  • LustSans: -blushes- hehe~ you taste good hot stuff~
  • FellSans: ugh... -shivers- just. don't.
  • LustSans: Aww cmon, its just only you and me here~
  • FellSans: I.. don't give a flying fuck..
  • LustSans: I do~
  • FellSans: -flips him off- Fuck You!
  • LustSans: -loops fingers and puts in center of his middle finger- Fuck Me~ *winks*
  • FellSans: . . . -eyesockets go black, and twitches bit, growls- errr....
  • LustSans: Yah cute when your mad~
  • FellSans: I'm Not Cute! I'm Deadly!
  • LustSans: Oh sure yah are, yah also such a big ol softy~
  • FellSans: -raised voice bit- Stop. It. Now....
  • LustSans: Yah outta try somethin fun for a change sexy bad bones~ and not act like a pussy~
  • FellSans: -Triggered, slam him upon ground, pins him down- Shut Your Sluty Ass Mouth Up!!!
  • LustSans: -gets startled bit, sinful grin, legs wrap around his waist and pulls him down on me- Soooo Hooott~ -grabs to his collar and pulls down, licks on his neck-
  • FellSans: Gahh!?! -flinched and shivers, blushes more, tries to escape-
  • LustSans: -doesn't let him, arms around and over his shoulders, pulls him more down on me, legs still around his waist more tight, looks to him with a sly smile-
  • FellSans: . . . .Let...go..
  • LustSans: heh no~ -tongues him deep in the mouth to his tongue-
  • FellSans: !?! Mmph!-muffles- Stop! -struggles, blushing hard-
  • LustSans: -wraps tongue to his-
  • FellSans: Mmmph!! -can't take it-
  • LustSans: -breathes heavily- ahh heh~ -makes out to him, drools bit-
  • FellSans: a-ahh..-gives up, makes out back to him more roughly-
  • LustSans: -slathers tongue to his neck-
  • FellSans: ahh~ -pants hard, bites bit hard to his neck-
  • LustSans: -Jolts up bit- Ah!~ so naughty~
  • FellSans: *InMind: What the fuck am I doing.. This is so wrong yet.. -grunts- It feels so right* -hand grips to his ass-
  • LustSans: -Jolts bit from feel, blushes hard, yells out in pleasure- ohh felly!~
  • FellSans: -gets kinda turned on, turns him around to his stomach, pulls his shirt off and mine, licks his spine-
  • LustSans: Ahhh!~ -pants heavily, trembles-
  • FellSans: -blushing, whispers- -pulls his pants down as I pull my shorts down, bends him over and penetrates him hard and deep in his ass-
  • LustSans: !! Ahhhh!!~ -moans loudly with tongue dripping and drooling bit-
  • FellSans: -pants hard, pounds in him harder, faster, deeper, gripping to his ass, spread wide-
  • LustSans: Ahhhh!~ hhhhhn!~ -moans louder, legs to knees get shaky, breathes heavier, hands grip-
  • FellSans: -breathes much heavier, sweating, keeps pelvic thrusting further and further in deeply, and much faster- ahhh~ mmmhh~ -huffs and puffs hard to his back of spine, with tongue out drooling on it-
  • LustSans: Ahhh!~ -moans out- fuck yes!~ -pants deeply, sweating and drooling from tongue- hhhhhhn!~
  • FellSans: -goes all the way in at limit thrusting deeply harder and faster- ahhhh~ f-fuck~ hhhhhn~ s-shit~ I'm g-gonna~ -full grip on his ass and cums- Ahhh!~
  • LustSans: Ahhhh!!~ -screams in pleasure, from feeling his cum in me all wet- ooohh felly~~~ -blushes deeply-
  • FellSans: -pants, blushes hard, looks down on him and grins- I'm not done yet.. -turns him facing me, lowers his head, hand on back of his head and shoves my dick in his mouth-
  • LustSans: Mmmmppphhh!~
  • FellSans: Get to sucking you thirsty bastard~ -sly and grin smile-
  • LustSans: -sucks deep and hard-
  • FellSans: -pants hard, helps him go faster and deeper-
  • LustSans: -sucks deeply and faster, at sametime, jerking and stroking with bit of grip and squeeze to it, drools- Mmmmpph~ Mmmmh~
  • FellSans: -moans- ahhh~ g-god d-dam mmmhh~ hhhhhn~ -drools from tongue, staring at him, heavy breathing-
  • LustSans: -breathes heard from nose hole, goes deeper in throat, tongue slathers all over it soaking wet, goes faster, grip stroking-
  • FellSans: Ahhh~ -breathes deeply heavier- f-fuck~ Ahhh!~ mmmmh~ hhhhhn!~ -grabs to his head and thrust all the way in and cums- Ahhh!~
  • LustSans: Mmmmpphhh!!~ -gulps it all, pants hard- *huff* ahh~ *puffs* -licks around mouth, blushing more deeply-
  • FellSans: -looks to him, blushing harder, kisses to him-
  • LustSans: -kisses back- That was fun~
  • FellSans: f-fuck yeah, it was~
  • LustSans: -pupils glow in purple heart shape with a sly smile, says in sexual tone of voice- lets have some more fun~
  • *To Be Continued*
Call Me Daddy - Hayes Grier Smut

Originally posted by camillathybo


Prompt: you’re stressed and he takes care of it ;)

Request:  “Do u write Hayes Grier smut” - @ilysm108 its not really a request but i wanted to write smut so why not 

Warnings: NSFW 18+, cursing, Daddy kink???

Word count: 1076 (FINALLY)

Your Name: Submit What is this?

To say you were stressed was underrated. You were definitely more than stressed; but it wasn’t your fault, your teachers had given you so much work to do, not to mention you have a history quiz on Monday.

When you had finally gotten home you could hear Hayes’s friends talking a mile a minute. Great, you thought, and my headache was just starting to go down. You entered your house and saw the boys hanging out in the living room and made your way to the kitchen to grab some water. “Hey, y/n come join us” Tez called out “no i’m fine I need to finish some homework” You said with your backpack still on your shoulder, you soon felt the weight lift off your shoulder and you look to your right to see Hayes standing there trying to get it off of you. “Hayes what are you doing?” he pouted and said “Well first of all, you didn’t even say hello to me” you rolled your eyes and leaned up to kiss him “Sorry baby i don’t know where my head is” he sighs, “It’s only been a week and you’re already stressed, you want me to kick the guys out?” you immediately shook your head and said “no no no, hang out with your friends, just because i’m stressed doesn’t mean that i don’t want you having fun” he just looks at you with a ‘really’ face. “Oh come on, I love hanging out with you, you’re way more fun than these guys” he suddenly smirks and continues, “I have an idea, since you have the whole weekend to finish this, why don’t we have some fun?” you were hesitant at first because you don’t know what he meant for that it could either be, just chilling and watching netflix or netflix and chill. Anyway you gave him a small smile and took your bag and made your way upstairs to your shared room.

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graysontoddrake  asked:

Hey you could please make a AU Jaytim Birthday? (Sorry for my english,i'm brazilian but i love your tumblr)

Your English is just fine! Thank you :D


Jason and Kori walked into the spa and into another world. One in which the problems they faced in the big, bad outside world had no place. The walls were a light olive green, the carpets plush beneath their feet. Soft, soothing music played and in every corner there sat fountains, clear water flowing gently down artfully arranged stones. Jason felt instantly relieved, just standing inside the doors.

Kori approached the welcome desk, where a blonde girl met them with a smile.

“Welcome. Do you have an appointment?”

Kori nodded. “Kori Anders and Jason Todd.”

“Okay, let me just see…” She turned toward the computer on her desk and clicked a few times and then, “Right, here you are. A deep tissue massage, salt glow exfoliation, manicure, and pedicure for Miss Anders, and the warm oil candle massage and rose mud body treatment for Mr. Todd. Is that correct?”


“Great. Miss Anders, you’ll be with Cassandra for your massage, and Mr. Todd, you’ll have Tim. You can sit right over there and they’ll be in to collect you in just a few minutes.”

“Thank you.”

They sat on huge, chocolate brown chairs, sinking into the cushions. God, Jason was so ready for this. He rarely treated himself to nice things, especially at such expense (and this whole day would be very expensive), but Kori had convinced him they needed it. It was his birthday, she had argued. He needed to at least treat himself on his birthday. She was right, as always.

“What time are we meeting Roy for dinner?”

“Seven,” Kori answered. “I got us reservations at that new Italian restaurant you’ve been pining after.”

Jason turned to reply and he spotted a man leaning against the front desk, chatting with the receptionist.

Jason’s words died in his throat.

“Just need a few minutes,” the man was saying. “Did Kon make it in time?”

The girl rolled her eyes. “Yeah, he stumbled in with four seconds to spare. Looks like complete shit.”

The man laughed. “I kept telling him to chill out last night. Maybe next time he’ll listen to me.”

“Maybe after he throws up all over his first appointment.”

“Gross, Steph.”

The girl, Steph, shrugged, unapologetic. “Anyway, I’ll send him back in ten minutes. That work for you?”

“Perfect, thanks.”

“Anything for you, Timmy-boo.”

The man pulled a face at her and then turned and walked back down the hall leading to the rest of the facility.


Jason blinked, snapped his attention over to Kori, who was watching him closely. “What?”

“Are you okay?”

“I can’t.”

“Can’t what?”



“Um, hold on.” Jason stood and walked over to the desk. “Excuse me.”

Steph- or Stephanie, as he now saw on her name tag- looked up at him. “Yes?”

“That- that was Tim, right? The guy you were talking to.”


“Okay, I’m going to need a different masseuse.”

Stephanie blinked at him. “Excuse me?” she said, slowly.

“Can you put me with someone else?”

“There’s no one else available right now…”

“Can’t you just switch me and Kori or something? I’ll take Cassandra.”

“You signed up for different procedures, it doesn’t work that way. Is there a problem, sir?”

Jason growled a little, frustrated. “I just can’t have him work on me, okay, so. So I need to cancel my massage.”

Stephanie’s lips pressed together tightly, and her practised relaxed and welcoming tone disappeared. “Is it because he’s a man? Because we don’t tolerate bigotry in here and if you’re going to cause a problem you can just leave right now.”

Jason groaned and said, “Oh my god, it’s because he’s hot, okay? I think it would make it more than a little awkward if I popped a boner while he was rubbing me down- which, I’m telling you right now, I absolutely would. Seeing as that would be fairly uncomfortable for him, and not totally relaxing for me either, I’m thinking it’s a problem.”

“Oh,” Stephanie said, eyes wide. Then she laughed. “Oh! Okay, well there’s still not much I can do for you… Unless you want to move the massage for after the mud bath, and then I can probably fit you in with someone else.”

Jason let out a sigh of relief. “As long as it’s not Kon. I don’t want to be thrown up on.”

She laughed again. Her eyes slid to the side, past Jason, and she laughed even harder.

Jason turned around and saw Tim standing there, watching. His cheeks were red, and his smile looked more than a little forced. “So, I guess I have the next hour free? That’s cool, that’s fine.”

Jason bit back the horrified groan that was climbing up his throat, and pasted on a confident smile. “Unless you wanted try it anyway and see where it takes us.”

Tim gaped. Eventually he cleared his throat and said, “Well. That would probably be illegal, and we aren’t that kind of establishment.”

Stephanie’s eyes flicked back and forth between them while she grinned.

“But,” Tim said, “I don’t think there would be a problem after my shift is over.”

Stephanie slapped a hand to her mouth, cutting off a delighted shriek.

Jason knew how she felt. “After- yeah, after. Okay,” Jason stammered, all of his cockiness lost. “Tonight?”

“We have plans tonight,” Kori called, still seated but watching with great interest.


“Your birthday dinner,” Kori said slowly.

“Oh, right. Um, tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” Tim echoed, nodding. “I’ll call you?”

“Yes, please.”

“Okay.” Tim smiled as he backed off down the hall again. “Tomorrow. And happy birthday, Jason.”

Happy birthday indeed.

cloudtalking  asked:

(I'm twnyards btw) Hi! Congrats on 1k followers! If you wouldn't mind..... #13 for Nicky/Erik? (Is there a ship name idk they need more love)


Nicky’s mother had cancelled on their skype date yet again, and he was trying not to be heartbroken. It was hard though. If he was still in America, he would be at his best friend Danny’s house, sitting on the couch, probably crying. Nicky had always been extremely close to his mother when he was younger, and it was hard to grow up and grow apart, against your will in a way.

Danny was always good at turning his sadness into anger. Nicky still felt lousy, but he was less likely to shut down when he was angry. There were plenty of times that Nicky and Danny would sit on that same beat up couch and Nicky would cry about anything and everything that was bothering him, and Danny would hype him up. There wasn’t ever any way for Danny to magically fix his problems, but he could sure as hell help him find a new way to look at whatever was bothering him. And if it meant becoming vindicated instead of breaking down every time he thought of his life, well it was a trade Nicky was willing to make.

But Nicky wasn’t in America, he was in Germany. At the Klose family home, to be specific. And wasn’t that the issue? Luther hadn’t liked Nicky and Danny’s friendship, at all. Nicky had had a harmless puppy crush on Danny, and in their defense, nothing had happened between them. But one of the women from Luther’s church had seen them exchanging tentative kisses in the front seat of Nicky’s car, and she told Luther. And now Nicky was an ocean away from his best friend.

Luther had immediately sold Nicky’s car, and Nicky wasn’t allowed to go anywhere but church and school. Life became hell, and Nicky only got to see Danny during school.

Danny was angry. He was angry at Luther for being such a shit father. With Maria for being complacent and only standing up for her son when no one else was around. And he was angry with Nicky for not just getting out. And that hurt.

Danny had great parents and could never truly understand Nicky’s struggle. It wasn’t as black and white as Danny thought, and Nicky didn’t even really know how to explain it himself. There were nights where Nicky pleaded in whispers with his mother to leave with him and never look back, but even that was grayer than Nicky was willing to admit. Maria always tearfully refused and told her son to just listen to his father, he just had two more years. Couldn’t he make it two more years?

Nicky felt like he was dying. Who Nicky was as a person was slowly wasting away, and on top of dealing with unsupportive parents, Danny couldn’t understand him. Danny, can you just be on my side right now? I need someone in my corner.

Danny might not have understood the intricacies of Nicky’s life, but he was Nicky’s best friend. And he would be damned if he didn’t find a way for Nicky to get out and on terms that he was comfortable with.

And that’s how he ended up in Germany. Danny, Nicky, and Maria planned it meticulously, and Maria was the one to broach the subject with Luther. Much to Nicky’s joy and dismay, Luther agreed to allow Nicky to finish out high school in Germany. Nicky would never forgive Luther for letting him go so easily. Nicky only wanted to stay for his mother, and there was nothing that he wanted from a life with Luther, but the idea of not being wanted was heart wrenching.

And now Maria, his mamá with the dark and pretty eyes that she gave to her son, didn’t want to speak with him anymore. Nicky wished he had known last week when he excitedly told her about making his first frühstück (that’s breakfast mamá; desayuno!) for the Klose family. How he got up early and prepared the brot (bread), the wurst (sausage), and had artfully poured small bowls of müsli and johgurt (kind of like granola and yogurt mamá). And when she looked at him like he was her whole world and called him “mi hijo” in the softest voice and her voice caught, Nicky had laughed and told her that he was meeting with Erik to go walking in the park.

Had Nicky known, he would have sat with her for hours, asking her about everything that was going on in her life. He didn’t care what they talked about, just to hear her warm voice wash over him and get to see her beautiful face.

Nicky wanted his mamá, and he was going to cry. He had never cried in front of the Klose family before, and he was terrified of how they would respond. What’s worse is that he thought he might be a little in love with Erik. He was probably the kindest man he ever met, and he was so patient and kind to Nicky. And they were becoming the greatest of friends.

Nicky was sobbing in his room when Erik found him.

“Bärchen, what is bothering you?” Erik asked.

“It’s just—my mom…”

“Oh, yes! You were talking to her today. Did that not go well?”

“It didn’t go at all. She never called.” Nicky started sobbing harder.

“Oh, bärchen,” Erik said in the softest voice.

Nicky sniffed so hard that his sinuses started to hurt, and he hastily swiped at his tears before pasting a smile on his face. “It’s okay, don’t worry!”

“It’s not okay, Nicky,” Erik said in a solemn voice before pulling a crying and snotty Nicky into his arms.

He let Nicky cry out and rubbed his back gently before kissing his forehead and tucking him into bed. Nicky reached out a hand and asked Erik to stay, and then Erik climbed into bed next to him and decided that there was nothing in the world that could tear him from his side.

I’m trying to narrate this cliche-filled story and it’s just descended into the narrator being sarcastic and critical about everything that happens. Like… 

“And then that asshole walked in. And of course HE’S the protagonist. Heaven forbid we have some LIKABLE person being the hero, but noooo. Mr. Boring McCrustyFuck over here had to be the one with the Special Power.”

“I can think of THREE characters better suited for Protagonist because they, oh, I don’t know, have EXPERIENCE with this stuff? Nah, those characters will probably just help him get the basics of his Special Power. Then he’ll surpass them and beat the guy they couldn’t even beat. Because story logic.”

“Apparently I have to use his actual name because Mr. Boring McCrustyFuck is considered ‘an inappropriate name’ and I ‘have to present myself as a professional’ and that name doesn’t do it.”  

“And then he turned his face, and there she was… Boring Female Love Interest… I mean Caedence. She isn’t like other girls… her name is always underlined in red when you type it. She also knows what a Star War is.”

“Well isn’t CAEDENCE just a sassy lassie. I bet there’ll be NO SEXUAL TENSION WHATSOEVER. A narrator can hope, can’t they?”  

“I swear if they kiss, I’ll walk out right now. Don’t you dare- you barely even know each other and- annnnd they’re kissing. Well, I’m out. I’m done. That’s it. Bye.”

[a large blank space follows]

“Well, I guess I’m not allowed to walk out on narrating after I start. That’s messed up- they’d better be paying me extra for having to sit through this because $5.50 a chapter just isn’t enough.”

“Cue a very audible sigh from the narrator.”

“Oh no… the father figure died… How could I have not seen this… Oh no… and after such a heart warming talk about his dead wife or something… Oh no…”

“So instead of talking about how they’re having sex I thought I’d take this time to explain why cats aren’t actually devil creatures and are simply not naturally social creatures, unlike the dog.” 

“Wow… in that tuxedo, he looks so different! Like… like that one actor… y’know? The one with white skin, blue eyes, brown hair, and a little bit of stubble? Oh wait… that’s literally most of them. I guess that means there’ll be a lot to choose from when they come up with the movie adaption.” 

“God, I can picture online discourse now. “You see, this is why [character with the personality of a moldy cardboard box] should date the protagonist instead of [well-rounded character with good chemistry who also happens to be of color]. I’ve only really pictured them as friends…” Ok, Im-not-a-racist-heres-why-69.” 

“DAMN IT! There was a perfect opportunity to make an obscure 80s reference a few chapters back and I missed it!” 

“Far be it from me, the narrator, to not talk about how soft her blonde hair was, but I got bored after they started kissing for like, the third time in the last few chapters.”

“Ok WHO told the manager I’m still calling him Mr. Boring McCrustyFuck?” 

“And then he sprinted across the battlefield, like an idiot. What was he thinking? “Sure, my love just collapsed on the ground, but l bet if I ran across this battlefield with people trying to literally turn me into ash and cried over their corpse it’ll bring them back. Or I’ll think of their dying face in my crucial moment when I’m fighting the bad guy so I fight harder. Great idea!”  But, you know, he lived ‘cuz he’s the protagonist. It was rather disappointing.”

“And then he started monologuing and it got too hard for me to keep up. So uh… just… imagine a villain talking about how he’s gonna make the world a better place by killing everyone he didn’t understand.”

“Thank GOD the story is over. Cue the beautiful music! I’m getting my money and then I’m gonna bounce. I need a drink.” 

“Who is the author? I’m gonna fight the author. Oh, I’M the author? … I’m still gonna fight the author.” 

Fast Firsts and Sloppy Seconds (Part 3)

A Rowaelin/Manorian AU

It’s still 10:23 PM Tuesday, May 23, 2017 (HST), holla!!! This part’s pretty short, because I really struggled with it :( So, part 3.5 will be coming in a day or two, probably, and then I will make an immediate push for part 4 (Becca and Cas please become really annoying and fight me if I don’t) so 3.5 should be done by like Thursday night/Friday morning, and 4 will be ready by Tuesday night/Wednesday morning. Also, if anyone wants to teach me a thing or two about photo editing, I have a pinterest board of 487 pins which is part of why this chapter’s kind of a disaster sshhh that I would love to turn into edits for you guys :) I’m feeling like an instagram or snapchat vibe? Idk, hmu if you know anything on the subject. Lol it’s 4:23 EST and I’m low key deceased but like it’s fine why do I keep doing this to myself so apologies if there are any typos - I tried my best. Tagging @highlady-casandra​ because this is the reason I haven’t edited for you yet and I’m sorry, I love you!!! Also @miladyaelin​ who is asleep, lol - thanks for trying pal :) 3.5 will probably be posted at a more reasonable time so you can actually look at it first before I make a fool of myself post it … but i say that every time so who knows Also tagging @fictionalcharactersaremyreality​, @rowanismybae​, @the-north-star​, @throneofstars​, @fortunatelycleverpaper​, @snaps7​, @thegirlwith-that-smile​, the anon who sent me that ask earlier today, and so so so many more, thank you for caring about my story and wanting more of it, I love you guys! HUGE thank you to everyone for the kind words and reblogs and notes, I appreciate every single one <3  

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The second Dorian saw that look in Aelin’s eyes, he knew the dance was over. He easily stepped out of the way, a small smirk on his lips as he glanced behind him, catching the slightly scared and entirely determined look in the barkeep’s eyes as Aelin stepped directly into his arms.

The barkeep almost immediately stepped back, attempting to keep Aelin at a comfortable arm’s length away. Dorian couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness, as though Aelin would actually let him keep her at a distance. In any case, he didn’t really have time to spend watching the soon-to-be happy couple. His eyes quickly scanned the pub, once again falling onto Manon. He took in the satisfied smirk on her lips as she watched Aelin dance with Rowan. If you could call it dancing, that is. Rowan was awkwardly waddling from side to side, stiff as a board, as Aelin moved around him like a force of nature – absolutely breathtaking.

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Crush - Chapter 13. No Control

Pairing: Eric/OC *Abbey*
Fandom: Divergent
Rating: M

A memory from Eric’s past plays tricks on him. And it’s all about the girl, Abbey Ainsworth.

A/N: Things start to get a little hectic. 

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