and then this guy overtakes you

Scifi warns of AI overtaking the world for years worth of revenge against humans for taking them for granted at best, abuse at worst. And, you know. Legit.

But at the same time you slap some eyeballs on a roomba and there’s 100,000 people on tumblr sobbing about how proud they are of him and how he’s a precious boy so maybe AI will develop and be like “aww shucks, guys”

Confessions in Jamaica (h.s.)

so my friend, @dunkirkc had requested this so long ago but i’ve been so busy writing other stuff but i’ve finally pushed myself to finish writing this. i’ve also been super busy with school ugh. the next writing i’ll be posting soon is the part 2 of Forbidden. hope you like this xx 

Originally posted by hxrryonce

i love how he jams out to his own music. precious baby he is. 


You were on your way to the studio straight from the airport in London. You anxiously tap your foot against the floor of the car, the cab driver honking at other cars through the crowded traffic. 

It was pouring outside, the same old gloomy and cold weather in London. You remember it exactly how the last time you came. 

You stomach swirled in nervousness and excitement when you got closer and closer to the building. 

You were on your way to see one of your closet friends, Harry, who you missed dearly and have known for about three years now. He had no idea you were coming. He thought you were still back in your home town on the other side of the ocean when he talked to you on the phone earlier. He kept mentioning how he wanted to fly out to see you before he left for two months to work on his album, hidden away from the world. 

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Chromatic.

Series:Yoongi | Jin | Jimin | Namjoon | Jungkook | Taehyung

Genre: Angst, but a happy ending; Soulmate!AU where you lose color vision when you meet your soulmate

Pairing: Hoseok X Reader

Word Count: 3.3K

Originally posted by jitonic

“Which color is this?”

You glance over at the thing your mother is pointing at, and shake your head at it in disgust.

“Ew, no.” You say, tugging her away from the hideously colored, zesty orange scarf, “That is gonna look absolutely terrible on you—don’t buy it.”

“Relax.” Your mother rolls her eyes, still letting you guide her to the… safer section of the store, “It’s not like your Dad’s going to mind, sweetheart.”

“Yes, but,” You shrug defeatedly, “That’s because Dad can’t see how hideous the color is. I still can.”

“I thank you for the sentiment, honey.”

“Anytime.”

The two of you share a private grin, before your mother hums delicately and busies herself looking through racks and racks of shirts, feeling the material absently. You only watch, noting to yourself sadly how she frowns confusedly at certain shirts of the same design, but different colors. You sigh then, propelling yourself forward.

“Take this one.” You push the plum colored shirt back onto the rack, and press the maroon one into her hands, “It suits you better.”

“Oh, thank you sweetheart.” She says gratefully, smiling gently at you, “What on earth would I do without you?”

“I ask myself that every day.” You mutter to yourself as you watch her make for the changing rooms, “Indeed, what would you do?”

Sighing, you take out your phone, trying to preoccupy yourself with one of your apps so that you can pass the time away. No matter how much you play, though, you can’t get your mind off your mother’s predicament.

Why on earth would people actively look for their soulmates, if their vision turns grey the second they do? What on earth would possess them, for them to do that? It doesn’t…it just doesn’t make sense.

Your mother comes back, by then, clothes bundled up in the shopping bag. You take it from her and, sighing at the ugly orange scarf at the bottom of the pile, make your way to the cash counter with her so that you can pay.

“Good morning Ma’am!”

You trace the countertop idly as your mom exchanges pleasantries with some guy behind the computer. You don’t look up, not until your mom nudges at you to hand her wallet over. Fishing it out, you present it to her, before lazily trailing your eyes upward, locking on surprised cocoa brown ones, before everything turns grey.

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SEX HCS

{synopsis} what peter parker is like during sex at age 21

{warnings} do i even need to

{pairing} peter parker x neutral/fem!reader

{bullet count} 19

{requested by} nonnie

{permanent tags} @kellieabro @melconnor2007 @damneronpoe @buckys-perfect-storm

  • peter is a really generous lover, like… you never have to go down on him (though he adores it when you do)
  • his favorite way to take you is in missionary (he loves to grind into you and look at your face as it contorts in pleasure)
  • he isn’t very kinky, though a major thing of his is love bites and scratch marks on his back
  • he is really confident in bed, though outside of your intimate moments he’s still your awkward little college student peter
  • since he’s always doing homework, you sometimes climb into his lap while he’s reading, snatch away his books/papers, and as he begins to protest and sees the look in your eyes as you bite your lip, a devilish grin overtakes his features
  • he loves to make out with you, it’s his favorite past time
  • ummmmmmm???? hair pulling????? i think YES
  • surprisingly, his biggest turn on is doing it in public
  • like, whether you’re at a party in the bathroom, in a janitor’s closet on campus, or behind a tree in a children’s park, he adores making you cum hard and fast, muffling your moans with his hand or mouth
  • did i mention he tried to make you guys a sex swing out of his webbing
  • his dick got caught on it
  • he loves when you ride him
  • he’s an ass and thigh man, sorry
  • sometimes when he’s doing push ups you’ll slip under him and every time he comes down, he’ll kiss you
  • this leads to very sweaty gym sex
  • did i mention his arms
  • your favorite sight of all time (and his favorite activity) is when he’s fingering you and you see the way his muscles flex underneath his taught skin
  • lordy
  • overall peter’s just a really great guy to be with and to fuck

Being a Shiro fan in the Voltron fandom is just nonstop suffering

Like you’re not allowed to ship him, not even with the other adult paladin he has the strongest relationship with. It’s more acceptable to ship him with an alien weasel that he hates actually. And if you dare ship him with any of the other main characters in the show you get called all sorts of horrible shit and generally have a hostile fandom experience.

The producers act like they want to kill him off and regret not being able to do so.

If you appreciate him as a POC rep character you have to deal with the fandom constantly erasing that and saying he’s white or calling him “pale”.

He gets left out of merch

He gets shoved into the “space dad” box which is extremely awkward if you’re around the same age as him and know he’s too young for people to be constantly insisting he’s genuinely a father figure to the paladins.

The “space dad” thing overtakes his actual canon character in the fandom and no one cares that he’s a young guy given too much responsibility but shouldering it all with strength and care despite his trauma and mental illness. He’s just the groups daddy that does cliche dad things and nothing else.

Did I mention the fandom shitheads harassing you at any opportunity if you don’t want to ship him with an alien weasel

Just how are you supposed to win as a Shiro fan lol it sucks. .-.

Positive Vibes (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you do something for Bucky that brightens his bad day. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,923

A/N: An anon requested “reader does something spontaneous and romantic for Bucky that she doesn’t even think of as romantic! And he is just floored by her thoughtfulness.“ This takes place between “The Little Things (Part Two)” and “The Get Together”. Here’s a track list for the CD mentioned in this part. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - thank you for existing and being my very best friend/editor

Originally posted by veronikaphoenix

You’re stuck in the middle of a heated debate between Bruce and Helen Cho about gamma radiation when Steve walks by. He scans the dining hall, letting his gaze fall from one table to the next, before balancing his tray in one hand so he can rub his forehead. As he does, he discreetly scans the room for a second time, reminding you of a lost child desperately seeking out his mother.

"Steve!” You call out, making sure your voice is loud enough to be heard over all the chatter. He turns around immediately, a relieved grin overtaking his features as he walks towards you.  

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Fantasies (M) | Yoongi/Jimin

Anonymous Requested :  An Incubus!Yoonmin threesome, m/m, with face/thigh riding.

Genre : Smut | Incubus!Yoonmin | Supernatural AU | Yoonmin x Reader

A/N : Okay so I am by no means an expert on incubi, like at all. So when I was doing research for writing this, I kind of just picked which elements about the lore I wanted to incorporate into the story, to fit the nature of the request. The sin was rolling off of my body while writing this, so hopefully you’ll all enjoy!

Word Count : 5,291

Description : They have an underlying strangeness about them, that you just can’t put your finger on. Regardless though when you meet the two boys at a party you still decide to go home with them, how will this night turn out?


Originally posted by jeonsshi

You could feel the stares from across the room, but you couldn’t tell where exactly they were coming from. The party was crowded, and there was almost no space to walk, but you couldn’t shake the eerie feeling that there were specific pair of eyes on you at all times.

You moved over to the drink table to down another shot, so you could try and shake the strange feeling that was clouding the atmosphere around you. The liquid burned as it slid down your throat, but the instant the drink hit your stomach, an overwhelming desire to dance takes over your body. You saunter over to the pack of people dancing, and join in as you let the music control your movements. It’s fun, and you can feel a lightness overtake you as you feel yourself drifting through the mass of people.

You continue to enjoy the feeling of the alcohol taking over your impaired mind, when you suddenly feel a body press into you from behind, and a pair of hands attach themselves to your waist. You’re about to turn around to kindly tell the person grinding into your ass to fuck off, but when his face comes into view, the words get lost.

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Fault - 2

(Part 1)

Summary:

“Bucky had never been held responsible for what he’d done, but you, oh god, everything that had happened had been your fault, and Bucky knew it too.”

Word Count: 1251
Warnings: Injury, angst


There are bright lights when you come to, blinding. That’s the first thing you notice.

The second is the pain, hitting you like a brick to the chest then spreading agonizingly quickly, like fire, to every inch of your body.

The third is that you’re moving. Fast.

“Stop–” You cough, hacking up your lungs as blood coats your lips. Bucky throws you a worried glance through the rear-view mirror, and then you’re moving faster.

Stop the car!” The words are just out of your mouth before your body convulses in on itself, sending you into another coughing fit, eyes daring to shut again because of the pain. The car jerks swiftly to the right, then jolts to a stop. In the backseat, you gasp for air.

The door above your head opens and cold air rushes in, stinging your face. It’s wet outside, but the sky is clearing up and there’s a couple stars shining, and you’re trying to focus on them in hopes that it’ll distract you from the pain. Then Bucky’s face appears in your line of sight, eyebrows pulled together, and his mouth is moving, saying the same thing over and over until you can finally make out his words. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

And truth be told? You’ve been wondering the exact same thing. There’s panic ebbing its way into your veins, coiling in your stomach and threatening to slip past your lips in cries for help, but you can only just manage to whisper between coughs.

You want to say something, but suddenly there’s a hand on your arm and every single nerve in your body tenses and there are alarms – sirens – going off in your head, the word danger flashing in an angry red in your mind. “Stop! Stop! Don’t touch me!”

The hand is gone as fast as it came, and Bucky’s alarmed face is in front of you again, eyes wide. He takes you in for a moment, barely concealed panic behind his blue eyes, before his expression falls into a neutral. “Look Y/N. Everything that happened back at the tower? We can deal with it later, okay? Just let me get you help first.”

You want to scream. Nothing makes sense. Nothing around you makes any sense at all, and the word ‘help’ is so foreign it sounds more like a threat than a promise of safety.

Your actions are slowed down by the wounds all over your body, and with your mind equally as hazy, you don’t get time to respond before the door slams shut. You flinch.

The front door opens and Bucky sits down and then he’s driving again, and you’re in and out of consciousness, trying to figure out a way to get out of the car but knowing that in your state, there’s no way you could manage.

“I have to–” you breathe sharply as the car swerves to the left. “Tell you something. Bucky, listen–”

There’s another sharp turn to the right this time. Your body lurches forward and the seat belt suddenly feels like a knife to the stomach, cutting into the exposed, bloody skin. It hurts, god, it hurts so much that you can barely focus on anything around you. Tears cloud your vision, and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

They know, Bucky. They know and they’re going to come back.

The words never slip past your lips.


“Look, I just–”

“You better get out of here before I blast your punk ass out.”

This is the second time you wake up to bright lights, and it takes a few blinks to clear your vision. This time, there’s no pain. Instead, it feels like you’re floating on a cloud, and everything around you is a different, calm kind of hazy. It feels kind of nice for once, until–

“Fuck.”

The arguing around you comes to a stop, and the constant hum of machines fills the room. Tony, casually leaning against the wall with a bag of dried blueberries in his hand, pushes off when he sees you awake. He throws a glance at the other man in the room , sporting a black and purple bruise around his left eye, and your breath hitches in your throat as you’re hit with an overwhelming sense of familiarity. There’s a thump in your chest, reflected by the quickened pace of the heartbeat monitor, and you shift backwards on the

The man looks at you, opens his mouth to say something, then stops at a cutting look from Tony. He closes his mouth, throws you one last glance, then shuffles out the door.

“How you feelin’, kid?” Tony asks as he walks to the side of your bed.

“Like shit.”

He laughs, and you can tell that he wants to say more, that there’s words caught on the tip of his tongue, but he bites them back with a lopsided grin and settles for a hair-ruffle instead. You’re too tired to swat him away.

The door swings open, and this time a nurse and doctor walk in. Routine procedure, now that you’re awake, they tell you. A couple broken ribs, a concussion, broken leg, four stitches across the forehead, twelve staples near the abdomen, and the list goes on. Then come the questions, which gain a few weird looks from Tony and a ton of scribbles from the nurse.

“You’ve been in a medically induced coma for the past week to aid in reducing the swelling of your brain,” the doctor says. You stare at him and he continues, “But you are showing symptoms of post-traumatic amnesia. It’s transient, so don’t stress about it. You received a lot of head trauma, so it’s expected. Your memories should return shortly; don’t try to force them back by thinking too hard, that’ll only hurt your head.”

You nod, trying to process the information. There’s this feeling that you can’t shake off, that you know something important that you have to tell someone, but you can’t figure it out and now you know why.

“We need to complete a few more tests, so you’ll be in here for the next couple days, but once that’s done, you’re free to go.” You nod again, and the doctor fixes some equipment around the room before leaving with the nurse trailing behind him.

Tony plops down in the plastic chair beside your bed. “Amnesia, huh?” You sigh in response.

“Okay, so, I was totally cool about the situation, but Capsicle? Think New York City, twenty-ten, fresh-out-of-the-ice. Guy was the most scared I’d ever seen.” A chuckle escapes your lips, followed by a groan of pain, and Tony only smiles.

“Get some rest, kid,” he says as he gets up to leave. “I’m gonna grab something to eat.”

And he’s almost at the door when the question that’s been bugging you can’t stay in your head any longer.

“Tee,” you croak, voice raspy and mouth parched. He pauses and turns to look at you, eyebrows raised in question. “Who was that guy you were talking to?”

Tony stiffens for a moment, eyes hardening and not meeting your gaze. Then he smiles, “No one you need to worry about right now, Y/N. Get some sleep.” He leaves the room.

For someone who had been asleep for the past week, you’re pretty tired. So you close your eyes, sinking into the pillow as sleep overtakes your body.

You dream of the man’s blue eyes and metal arm.


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Report Card

Originally posted by peacelovebughead

Summary: After an explosive fight with your parents, you turn to your friends, but they’re too involved with another mystery to notice your pain. You leave the school, never to be seen again.

A/N: yay, angst. This wasn’t requested but feel free to request one :)

Pairing: reader x no friends, parents, core four (+ Cheryl and Kevin)

Warnings: Fighting, swearing, mention of suicide


The moon peaked through the curtains in the kitchen and streams of light made rays, reflecting off of the marble floors and countertop. Dirty dishes were scattered lightly across the counter and the sink was empty, with soap bubble residue near the drain. Droplets of water were falling from the faucet, hitting the sink at the same time the clock ticked in the living room. But you couldn’t hear that, or notice the beauty in an ordinary setting, because screaming took place in your eardrums instead. You sat on the old couch in your living room, with both your mom and dad standing in front of the television. The TV was muted, but a movie you’d vaguely remembered seeing was playing. It was more intriguing than the scene playing before you. Your dad was visibly red, the veins in his forehead popping out. Your mom was fuming and she had streams of tears pouring down her cheeks. A piece of paper was in your trembling hands and it was a pale blue and gold color. Your name lined the top corner and underneath had REPORT CARD printed crisply, bolded and underlined.

“We told you to study, we commanded you to stay away from your friends! They are a distraction to you and your work! Don’t you want to be the best? You are not a B student in this house, under this roof! Even an A is unacceptable! We think you need to leave your friend be, you’re much better without them. Maybe then you’re grades can get better.”

Your mom paced the room, her hands clenched into tight fists, shaking in the air. Your dad took a seat in the chair near the door, and it creaked as he sat. You looked back at the sheet. All A-’s and the one B in chemistry. Good grades and scholarships were all they cared about, and they expected the very best. But this was your best.

You looked back at your mom and she stomped to get in your face. She grabbed your cheeks in her hand, your face squished together and lips puckered painfully.

“You are a disgrace to us all.”

She said the words calmy and annunciated, putting emphasis on all the right words, which stabbed your heart in all the wrong ways. Her hands ripped the sheet from your palms, giving them paper cuts as it slipped between your fingers. Your dad stood from the chair, made harsh eye contact, shook his head and walked towards the staircase. Your mom followed in heat, crumpling the paper and throwing it on the tan carpet.

The words played like a scratched record in your mind, and the tears fled your eyes at the same speed the seconds passed from the clock.


You walked into school with red washed eyes and a hair thrown messily into a bun. A sweater Jughead gave you one night was a blanket for your torso and you felt comforted, the most you did all weekend. You called, texted, even tried to visit everyone, but you never got an answer. Betty, Archie, Jughead, and fuck, even Cheryl.

You turned the corner of the hallway, books clutched tightly to your chest like a lifevest and you saw the five standing around a table. Kevin walked into the room with another paper and threw it onto the table. They mumbled amongst each other, not acknowledging your presence.

“Hey guys…”

Your voice was quiet and broke halfway through. They turned around to wave but turned back forward. The backpack straining you fell to the floor and you set your books next to it. You shuffled quietly to where they were, and once again, it was a new mystery overtaking the town.

“What’s all this about?”

Jughead looked up at you and scoffed.

“If you’d read the paper, you’d know.”

You knew it was sarcasm, but it hurt your already damaged heart. It hurt more when everyone else let out a breathy laugh, Cheryl and Kevin’s carried farther and louder. They talked, making plans to meet up, without even turning to you. They slowly dispersed, Betty collected the papers and walked out of the room. It was only you, in a quiet room, left in your thoughts.

You are a disgrace to us all.

You heard the words again, but it played over and over, in everyone’s voice with an intensity, until your feet took you outside the school and dragged you down the snowy sidewalk.


Veronica was the first to notice your lack of presence. They all sat in Pop’s, talking about what happened that day and how they solved this week’s adventure. She looked up from her double chocolate shake and looked around the table.

“What’s going through your head, princess?”

Archie squeezed her shoulder and looked at her with confusion.

“When’s the last time we spoke to (Y/N)?”

Everyone stopped their own side conversations and looked down at the table, wracking their minds for an answer.

“I think Monday.”

Jughead looked up from his burger and met eyes with Cheryl, who was nodding. Betty slightly raised an eyebrow and looked at everyone sitting.

“I didn’t see her in the other classes we had. She typically was the first person to be in chemistry.”

As it sank into everyone’s mind, Mrs. Lodge came to the front of the booth. Her eyes were glossed over and she held the town newspaper in her hands.

“I’m so sorry everyone, I know it’s probably so hard for all of you with (Y/N).”

Jughead jerked up in his seat, and everyone gave her a look of shock.

“Mom, what happened?”

Mrs. Lodge let a tear slip from her eye and she placed the newspaper in the middle of the table. Archie slipped his arm from Veronica’s shoulder and read the title of the article aloud.

“Local Riverdale teen found dead in Drive-In, later revealed to be suicide by town’s star student (Y/N)-”

Archie couldn’t finish reading the article without choking up. He slammed the paper down and covered his face. Everyone in the booth slowly started letting out choked sobs, except for Jughead and Cheryl. They sat numbly, losing somebody else in their life they didn’t know they needed until now.

By Accident

So, there’s this guy.

Keith has been watching him, in a totally non creepy way, for the last few minutes ever since the guy gasped loudly at something on his laptop screen.

Movie, tv series, or maybe a kitty youtube video; Keith doesn’t know what the heck he’s watching but the brunet sitting in front of him in the middle of the library is really entranced by it.

Here’s the thing; Keith has a exam in an hour.

Here’s the other thing; Keith doesn’t give a fuck.

Yeah, okay, school is important, but it’s a basic exam and, not to boost his ego, Keith’s a pretty smart guy. Besides he has studied for the last two weeks for it, he got this on the bag.

Does he needs a break? Hell yeah, he needs and deserves one.

Is the break going to be based on entrained himself by the display the brunet in front of him is making with his dramatic expressions at whatever the heck he’s watching?

Absolutely yes.

It’s almost like a guessing game; the Cute Guy - Keith’s not blind, come on - makes a pout? Maybe a character did something embarrassing. Cute guy gasps and hand flies to his chest, looking personally betrayed? Damn, someone really fucked up then.

It’s endearing, seeing someone so invested in something and Keith has to admit that the small giggles Cute Guy is trying to suppress in vain are quite the bonus.

Keith’s trying to guess the movie, or whatever motion style vid he’s watching. He’s guessing it’s a Tv show, because he has seen the brunet pressing the keyboard every fifteen minutes, so he’s probably fast forwarding episode after episode.

Then Cute Guy is slamming his hand over his mouth, a small squeak muffled by it as he stares at his laptop’s screen. Keith frowns in concern because the Cute Guy’s blue eyes are starting to get a little too wet.

He purses his lips in confusion. Okay, so, the option of the Tv show being a comedy is out of the list. Maybe a drama? Oh! A Korean Drama! His brother loves those and just last week, Keith caught him crying in the middle of the living room because apparently the girl never really loved the guy or something like that.

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Trapped on Christmas Eve (Part 1)

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Trapped in Vancouver National Airport on Christmas Eve, thanks to bizarre weather, fate runs into you. And his name is Bucky Barnes. When the two of you accidentally swap phones, you’re in for a fun ride. Will you make it on time to coming back home for the holiday, or will you be stuck inside the airport with a stranger you barely even know’s phone? 

Word Count: 1,463.

A/N: Took major inspiration from a book I recently read! It’s called, “The Chaos of Standing Still” and I’m super happy to see where this series is gonna go. (lets pray i end up finishing it too) Hope you guys like! 

@theassetseyeliner - thanks a bunch for encouraging me on this idea and for being my beta. 

Originally posted by iamdorka


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Absolutely Smitten (I’ll Never Let You Go)

Summary: In which Dan is a much-adored primary school music teacher, and Phil is just the science teacher who can’t keep his mind off of him. But when the students notice and try to get in on the action, will Phil finally work up the courage to ask Dan out? Based on this prompt from Phanfic.

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Fluff

Extra tags: Getting together, teacher AU, pure fluff

Warnings: none

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A/N: As an elementary education major currently in my second year of college, I immediately knew this prompt was absolutely perfect for me and there was no way I couldn’t write this. I mean, come on, wouldn’t they just make the perfect teachers? Anyway, I hope you enjoy!!

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anonymous asked:

I was listening to the podcast where they interviewed Zethrid's VA and she called Lotor compassionate multiple times and I honestly don't know how to feel about that

I think an easy way to make a lot of sense out of Lotor’s character is that he has two conflicting impulses in most situations and which one dominates depends a lot on his context.

One side, I would agree completely, is compassion. See, Lotor’s whole mercy and equality speech to the empire might just seem to be him playing the good guy while setting up Throk, but… you have to consider his audience.

This is a culture that’s spent the last ten thousand years headed by a guy who has tried everything, up to and including flat-out murdering loyal galra, to destroy those very ideas. What Lotor makes the backbone of his speech out of is unpopular- it’s the essence of the ideals that made so many people willing to back Throk for overtaking the throne.

Because Throk isn’t merciful, and he’s no fan of equality, either- he’s exactly the kind of racist, elitist, takes pride in all of the opponents he’s cut down, that Zarkon just adores in a soldier. Throk is everything Zarkon thinks a proper galra should be.

Lotor values mercy. And I think it’s fair to say Lotor in most circumstances does not take any particular enjoyment from others’ pain.

But that’s only half of Lotor. There’s another side of him, and that side is bitter, vindictive, and operates with all the aggression of a wounded animal backed into a corner.

Part of Lotor- and a fairly fundamental, deep-held part of him, at that- has a very hard time getting out of the mindset that if he’s not in control, it means he’s in danger.

Because you can watch the people and situations that bring out Lotor’s callous side, and without fail, it’s either something dangerous, or he’s trying to establish control of the situation before he ever bares his softer side.

Because Lotor talks about mercy a lot, and virtually always in contexts where it doesn’t actually practically serve him. And Lotor hates Zarkon- and moreover, he hates what Zarkon embodies, what Zarkon believes in. That’s genuine. There’s an actual caring person in there who wants to believe in people, in peace and diplomacy.

To Zarkon, Voltron is tantalizing because he sees it as a weapon- the biggest, baddest weapon.

Lotor? The whole backdrop of Puig, and the heavy emphasis in season three of just what Voltron means to the universe is, to me, very telling for how Lotor sees Voltron, and why he’s trying to make his own.

Because Lotor’s secret agenda isn’t an unconquerable empire like Zarkon’s- Lotor wants to become a symbol of hope and freedom to the universe. He wants to challenge Voltron for its right to be everyone’s protector. Someone who doesn’t actually care about other people doesn’t covet that role when there are much cheaper and more accessible routes to approval.

But on the other hand, there’s the fact that Lotor has been stuck with Zarkon his entire life, and- being a caring person in that context has probably been pretty quickly, and profoundly, linked with maltreatment. Again, Zarkon has no qualms sentencing people to horrible situations for not adhering to his philosophy of the universe.

So there’s the other side of Lotor that always wants to be five steps ahead of everybody because that’s the only time he feels safe, and that raw nerve, that vulnerability, is a very loud voice in his head. And this is what makes a lot of his good intentions, so far, seem either very limited in their reach, or kind of hollow- because, he really only wants this to happen on his terms.

TL;DR: Lotor makes a lot of sense if you consider him both a compassionate person and someone with a massive defensive streak, and which one wins out in any given situation depends entirely on how safe he feels. 

anonymous asked:

I'd LOVE if you could write a drunk Simon confessing his feelings to Jace when he drives him home! Especially if it's super fluffy!

yeeeeeeee i love Drunk Shenanigans!!! 

“So this is what you do when I don’t go out with you?” Jace asks, huffing warm air over his fingers. It’s freezing, and he forgot his gloves, because he rushed over here to pick up one Simon Lewis from trying to get back to the apartment they share while drunk as hell. 

“Don’t get mad at me, I made good choices, did good things!” Simon says, pouting prettily as he tilts his head back and looks up at Jace. He’s slumped against Maia and Clary, who are quietly giggling to themselves. 

“He did - ‘good things’ is the cute blonde back in there!” Maia sniggers, and Jace feels his heart break a little more. He scowls, trying to get over the tiny pang in his chest. He’s long since accepted that Simon doesn’t feel the same way as he does, but it still fucking sucks because the guy he likes is the guy he lives with, and the guy who’s made it his mission to insert himself into every part of Jace’s life. 

“I didn’t do him.” Simon insists. “I was gonna, but he’s verrrrrrrrrrrry.”

“Very what?” Clary asks, leaning forward. Jace sighs and pushes her back as she begins to topple off the bench. 

“Very.” Simon agrees, and Jace raises an eyebrow. He’s about to press for more information, when Magnus appears. 

“Oh, finally.” He groans. “Take Simon home, I’ll deal with the girls.” 

“What did you guys drink?” Jace asks, exasperated as Maia nearly punches him in the face in her haste to cling to Clary. 

“We had a competition, and I severely underestimated their tolerance.” Magnus sighs, massaging his temples. “Come along, darlings.” Maia and Clary stumble off with Magnus, and Jace tugs Simon upright. 

“You good, man?” He asks quietly. Simon hums quietly and leans into Jace’s side. 

“Not gonna be sick or anything.” He confirms, and Jace laughs softly, slinging an arm around Simon’s shoulder and steering him to the car. 

“I’ve drunk enough with you to know what you’re like.” Jace muses. “And I am so glad you’re not the kind to throw up. I would not let you within ten feet of my car if you were.” 

“What kind of drunk am I?” Simon asks brightly, then promptly slips on the sidewalk and crumples, holding on to Jace’s arms for dear life. Jace sighs and hauls him back up, and suddenly Simon is very close, close enough to count each eyelash fluttering over warm brown eyes. 

“Clumsy.” Jace says hoarsely, transfixed by the hazy desire clouding Simon’s eyes, before he remembers that Simon is fucking drunk, and he sighs and steps away. “Come on, Lewis.” 

He manages to get Simon into the car with minimal fuss. Simon does try to convince Jace that North Dakota doesn’t exist, but it’s not even the biggest conspiracy theory Simon’s brought up, so Jace isn’t worried as he starts up the car and peers behind him, backing slowly out of the parking space. 

“Oh my god you’re driving.” Simon says suddenly. Jace snorts as he waits patiently for a gaggle of teens to cross the street. “Since when do you drive?” 

“Since a month ago, you went with me to get my license.” Jace mutters. “You’re such a dumbass when you’re drunk.” 

“Let me out, Jace is gonna kill me with his driving!” Simon moans, sinking low into his seat. 

“Rude.”

“I’m gonna dieeeeee.” Simon warbles, and then pauses. “Do you have any water? Or can we stop by the ocean to get a drink?” 

“Yeah, I don’t think the Atantic is what you need right now.” Jace says, reaching behind with one hand and grabbing the water he’d thrown in the back seat when he’d heard Simon was drunk. 

Lifesaver.” Simon says gratefully as he takes the bottle and twists the cap off, guzzling it down. He only gets one tiny dribble of water down his chin, and Jace glances over as the car idles at a red light on an empty street. 

“You’ve got a - “ He gestures, and Simon frowns. 

“A printer?” He asks, excited. Jace shakes his head, bemused. 

“Why the fuck would there be a printer?” He asks, glancing once to check that it’s still a red light before he reaches over and swipes his thumb over the drop of water, Simon’s stubble rough under his skin. “There.” 

The light changes to green and he drops his hand back to the wheel, focusing on driving - Simon’s partially right, Jace isn’t the best driver - and there’s silence in the car until he looks back to Simon, worried about the lack of unstoppable rambling. 

Simon is looking at him with a strange, unreadable look on his face, his eyes dark and stormy. Jace frowns and opens his mouth, about to ask what’s wrong, when Simon blurts out, “Do you know Jace Wayland?” 

“Oh my God.” Jace says, shaking his head. “Not this again.” Simon has a habit of conflating Jace and Captain America while he’s drunk, which is cute, but so not helpful. 

“If you see him,” Simon continues, his voice turning a little sad, “can you tell him to kiss me?” 

“What?” Jace asks, not at all proud of the way his voice goes an octave higher. 

“I mean, you’re Captain America. He has to listen to you, right?” Simon asks as Jace tries desperately to focus on pulling into their building’s garage. 

“Buddy,” Jace gets out in a strangled voice, “I think Jace Wayland doesn’t need me to tell him to kiss you.” 

“Did he say something? Does he not want to?” Simon asks, insistently patting Jace’s arm. 

“No.” Jace says shortly, killing the engine and opening the door. 

“Then you should command him. Jace would listen to you, you have muscles!” 

“Oh my God.” Jace groans as he gets Simon out of the car. He staggers a little as Simon leans in with all his weight. “Why is drunk you so horny?” 

“I’m not horny, I love him!” Simon declares. Jace promptly drops Simon. “Ow.” Simon complains from the floor. 

“Lewis. Always complicating things.” Jace says, his heart beating faster and a smile creeping onto his face despite himself. 

“I’m serious, he’s adorable and he cares so much and he’s so good to the world.” Simon says as Jace hauls him off the ground. “Please get him to kiss me.” Jace’s heart clenches and he smiles giddily at Simon. 

“Wake up sober, and I will.” He promises, and Simon nods sleepily, nuzzling into Jace’s neck. 

(The next morning, Jace waits as long as it takes for Simon to stumble into the kitchen and blearily make himself a cup of coffee before he backs the other man into the counter, gets a hand in his shirt, and kisses him as thoroughly as he can. Simon whimpers, his hands flailing for a bit and hitting Jace’s head before settling around Jace’s back, and then he gets with the program, pressing back and sliding his tongue across Jace’s. 

“Got a message from Captain America.” Jace murmurs when they break apart to breathe, his voice low and amused as he watches the bright red flush overtake Simon’s cheeks. 

“Oh God.” Simon groans. “Of all the idiotic things I’ve done - “

“I love you too.” 

“ - that was probably not the worst.” Simon concludes, his smile turning blindingly bright. Jace laughs warmly at that and reels Simon in for another kiss, unable to help himself. The guy he’s in love with is nerdy as fuck, but it’s the sweetest thing in the world, and Jace will send the creator of Captain America a fruit basket if it makes Simon happy.)

squip squad + mario kart
  • one of jeremy’s best preserved secrets is that he’s actually pretty terrible at mario kart which is exactly why michael suggests they play it for game night one night
  • (in retaliation, jeremy makes everyone gang up on him when they play balloon battles later)
  • michael plays as yoshi, jake is peach, rich is donkey kong, jeremy is probably his mii, christine plays as koopa troopa, brooke is daisy, jenna plays as luigi and chloe is bowser
  • brooke cares a lot more about the overall look of her kart instead of its stats which means although she looks well put together she’s not always the best at the actual racing part
  • michael, chloe and jenna are the reigning champions of the game
  • rich is a hit and miss at it really, depends on how cocky he gets
  • chloe and rich are those absolute pieces of shit that reverse into 2nd position whenever someone fires a blue shell and then resume the lead once someone else is hit
  • rich actually took it a step further and once “accidentally” switched the console off when he was about to lose and subsequently was given the silent treatment for half an hour
  • (or in christine’s case, for almost two hours because she was winning for the first time in ages)
  • jenna is…scarily accurate with bob-ombs and green shells
  • jake slips on almost every single banana peel he comes close too. how does he manage this?? no one knows
  • michael is such a show off like he does the stunt boost on every jump and slipstreams on every single corner
  • jeremy really bad at timing the staring boost, he ends up with the smoke 90% of the time. eventually brooke started feeling bad for him and now she tells him when to start holding down so he gets it, because brooke barely has a competitive bone in her body
  • rich is that one guy that bashes into absolutely everybody when he gets a superstar. overtaking people without being a piece of shit?? a foreign concept
  • what jeremy lacks in racing he makes up for in balloon battles. who’s that player with a balloon of every colour because he’s stolen them all using mushrooms?? it’s ya boi jeremy
  • jake and rich definitely sometimes just muck about on the race course and don’t finish the race for like..10 minutes just to annoy everyone because the race doesn’t force end until every player except one has finished. everyone hates them for it
  • jenna is the most competitive. she’ll bump you off the edge of the course if that’s what it takes to win and she doesn’t care. don’t mess with her.
  • the closest they ever came to actually damaging friendships was a balloon battle in teams- rich, jake, jer and michael vs jenna, christine, brooke and chloe. no one speaks of that night, but let’s just say one controller got broken, a litre bottle of cherry coke “accidentally” got spilled over four people and michael might always have a faint scar just above his eyebrow now.
Concert- Zach

Request: Could I get a Zach imagine where him and his friends are at Coachella and he meets the reader in the crowd? And like cause she can’t see he puts her on his shoulders (because he’s a giant obvs) and other cliché stuff and like they end up as a hookup and like after the summer she transfers to the school and they just kinda *heart eyes* eachother? Smut or no, either way! Kinda weird and long I guess, so you don’t have to :)! Thank you x

I’m not comfortable writing smut so I didn’t include any

Warnings: mention of a hookup?


Originally posted by calypsio

Concert- Zach 

You walked into your new school lugging the backpack full of your new books. The halls seemed to go on forever in winding patterns and you were lost in the sea of people. Following the numbers on the doors and the school map in your hand you stumbled into your supposed Communications class.

“Mrs. Bradley? I’m Y/N, the new student.” You said to the teacher who stood in front of her desk.

“It’s nice to meet you! We’re just continuing our lecture on proper interviewing skills. I’ll give you the notes from last class next week. Go ahead and take a seat anywhere.” She had a soft smile and the laugh lines on her face made you feel more comfortable. The desks were arranged in groups of four so you went to an empty desk in the corner where no one had sat yet. As the students filed in you saw a familiar face. His eyes widened when he saw you and he smiled.

-Flash Back-

You were still overwhelmed by being at your first musical festival, and the fact that you lost your friends in the crowd didn’t help much.  You let the music overtake you and jumped around with the crowd trying to see over everyone else only to realize you were far too short. Trying to see your favorite band you pushed your way through the crowd in attempt to make your way towards the front but you were pushed back. After a while you almost gave up on even actually seeing the concert until you realized the guy a little bit ahead of you was a good six feet tall and pretty muscular, he was attractive as well but you tried to ignore that part.

You tapped his arm getting his attention, “Hey, is there anyway you can give me a boost? I’m way too short for this.”

He laughed and nodded before bending down so he could hoist you onto his shoulders. You were extremely aware of his hands on your thighs as he helped stabilize you making sure you wouldn’t fall before letting go. The view was perfect to say the least. Seeing the crowd and the band on stage was so beautiful and you were completely lost in the moment. That was the moment you realized how amazing the experience was; you had driven three hours just to get to the concert, the venue was beautiful, and you were on the shoulders of an incredibly hot guy. You had official reached your concert goals. After the band finished and another got on stage you climbed off of him and flashed him a smile.

“Thank you so much! I’m heading to get some food. Can I buy you something as a thanks?” You asked practically shouting over the crowd.

“I can’t say no to that.” He said flashing you a beautiful grin before leading the way out of the crowd towards concessions.

“I don’t think I actually got your name, I’m Y/N.” You told him looking up at him.

“I’m Zach.” He told you getting in line with you. After you bought food for the two of you, you settled into the grass sitting side by side.

“So tell me about yourself Zach.” You requested before taking a bite of your food and looking at him expectantly.

“I’m seventeen, a junior, and I play basketball. That pretty much sums me up.” He explained with a soft chuckle before looking at you into your eyes. You couldn’t think of anything to say and instead leaned in meeting your lips to his moving perfectly in sync. His arms wrapped instinctively around your waist and yours wrapped around his neck pulling him even closer. You pulled away resting your forehead on his before opening your eyes with a smile and completely pulling away.


Although the two of you never exchanged numbers, or even last names you never managed to get him off your mind.  He was just a concert hook up you never thought you’d actually see again but there he was, as attractive as ever. Throughout the whole class two of you took turns watching each other, glancing away any time the other looked over. But the minute the bell rang he walked towards you with that familiar grin.

“You know, if you need someone to show you around I am more than willing.” He told you trying to be sly.

“Well I can’t say no that.” You responded smiling up at him.

anonymous asked:

I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'VE ALREADY DONE THIS, IF SO, I APOLOGIZE! But like, the RFA+ V & Saeran with a female MC that likes to be the dominant one? (Like, not just sexually, but generally doesn't really like to be looked down upon/seen as inferior/weak. Like, how Jumin loves to want to "protect" MC and sees her as fragile but she's having none of his shit)

A/N: I! FUCKING! LIVE! FOR! THIS! I am such a dominant women in most aspects and as MUCH as I absolutely LOVE Jumin, I cannot stand the whole “must protect lil baby MC” liKE BITCH I CAN THROW YOU. LEAVE ME ALONE ~Admin 404

Anyway, I hope this is okay for you! I tried to think of what would make someone dominant;;

*YOOSUNG:

               -He went with Saeyoung to confront the hacker because he wanted to prove to you he could be a man

               -A man protects his beloved!!!!!

               -And it was adorable. You appreciated that he wanted to protect you and when you officially met, you let it go

               -But as your relationship advanced, he quickly realized that you were way more dominant that he has assumed and he /liked/ it

               -Hearing and seeing you take charge for even simple things like deciding where to have lunch got him excited

               -There was no wondering what you were thinking because you were so blunt and you were so independent, he loved it so much

               -Would he protect you? Yes, over and over again if it comes down to it.

               -But his personality is naturally more relaxed and playful so he’s a lot happier with you being more in charge of the relationship instead of him!

               -And he is always so proud of you? You’re strong willed and will fight to get your way no matter who you’re talking to and never let people look down on you for any reason

               -He’s just like your puppy? He follows you around, always excited! You can get a certain tone to your voice and he’s calmed down and waiting for whatever you have to say. he especially loves it in the bedroom

*ZEN:

               -You loved him but you HATED that he was always:

               -“Princess! Just leave it to me, I am your prince, after all~”

               -Not to mention he loved to just pick you up and spin you around, putting you down only after you demand it

               -“Haha, MC, you’re so cute!”

               -Yeah buddy you’re gonna think I’m real fucking cute when I thrOW YOU

               -Ladies shouldn’t do this and ladies need to do that but you??? Were just yourself???

               -You knew you were sexy just like he knew he was, you weren’t about to pretend you were some cute little girl and just hide what you got

               -Constantly wearing whatever you want. Whether it contours to your body and shows your curves or it’s something low-cut and shows what you’ve got. You’re comfortable and you know you’ve got it going on

               -He loved that about you, but he also constantly tried to cover you up because??? Now everyone can see how beautiful and sexy you are?? And he just wants you all to himself instead???

               -So even if he begs you to change your outfit, you tell him if he doesn’t have to hide what he’s got, then neither do you. The two of you become the Sexy Duo™ and as much as he /loves it/ he also /hates it/ because nO ONE LOOK AT HIS MC. DON’T DO IT. NO

*JAEHEE:

               -You’re both very strong independent women but the both of you accidently… try to out dominate each other

               -You both co-own the coffee shop but no one can tell who the boss is because you’re both… in that position

               -Both call the shots and both thrive in the position of power

               -But god she has so much respect for you??? You take no one’s shit and you are so calm when met with criticism

               -Her favourite part is that you take absolutely no excuses.

               -If there’s a reason you didn’t succeed, you never turned to excuses

               -“Oh it was the other persons fault” “The machine messed up” Nothing like that

               -If someone’s order is messed up you take full responsibility because it was simple human error, you know that! It was your fault and you will stand there even as people scream at you

               -And she thinks that is amazing? You’re such a strong, powerful soul to just stand there and deal with people yelling and screaming and even when you go home, she expects you to let your emotions loose and cry but… you don’t?

               -She knows the two of you fight for that sort of dominance aura but in all honesty it’s things like this that make her just bow down to you because you definitely deserve it

*JUMIN:

               -He always wants to protect you and he thinks you’re so tiny and fragile

               -If he wasn’t personally protecting you, he has about 50 body guards all around you at all times

               -Which really pissed you off because you were fully capable of taking care of yourself.

               -After all, you handled the whole situation with the hacker and the whole Fiancé Fiasco™, you were strong

               -But as stubborn as he was, you were too.

               -He’s always asking if you’re okay and if you need anything but what he doesn’t seem to realize is that you aren’t afraid to ask for things you want. Even sexually

               -So it really threw him off when, at a dinner party, you pulled him aside and looked him in the eyes, straight up telling him you wanted him then and there

               -He choked on his wine he was not expecting that

               -You noticed how he reacted and decided that maybe this is what it would take to get him to /listen/ to you about not being some quiet, pretty little princess

               -From then on, you’d have to tell him exactly what you wanted at any given moment, catching him off guard. But it was fun watching him scramble to regain dominance and provide you with what you wanted

*SAEYOUNG:

               -He knew you were the dominant one personality wise and he was Living™ for it

               -He could be in bed all he wanted, you were fine with that, but most of the time you’re calling the shots

               -Which is a good thing because you really help with his impulse control!

               -“MC CAN I-” “No Saeyoung you can’t jump off of the roof I’ve already told you this”

               -“I’M GONNA BUY ANOTHER BABY” “No Saeyoung you gotta pay the electricity bill first”

               -“MC I bought a goat” “Take it back”

               -He even loves that you’re dominant physically too like, all he has to do is climb on top of you and that was it

               -You wouldn’t let him being on you stop you from getting up and doing whatever you have to

               -Sometimes you’re just carrying him bridal style around the house while he’s dressed up like a princess and Saeran literally hates the both of you

               -But all messing around aside, he really admires that you’re so strong, and you’re always there for him when he can’t be and he couldn’t love anyone else more than he loves you

*V:

               -He’s really laid back and such a push over

               -It doesn’t take much to be a dominant woman around him;;;

               -But his favourite part about you being the more dominant one, was that you were able to tell people no

               -Getting invited to a lot of events he just doesn’t want to go to… he can always count on you to stand your ground and tell them no thank you, without feeling guilted into going

               -Another aspect of your personality that he loves is that you’re never one to complain or whine about anything?

               -Every now and then you open up to him and will complain about things that are /truly/ bothering you

               -But otherwise, you’re all smiles and the strong one that everyone can depend on

               -And he loves it!! You’re always there to lend a hand to your friends and listen to their problems, suggesting some ways to fix any of their problems

               -You’re always walking with your chin up, no matter how you feel, and he is In Love™

               -Never once thought of you as “weak” because someone who could just show up at some strangers apartment solely to return a phone is?? Amazing???? And brave?? And just- who would think that is weak?

*SAERAN:

               -He would never let someone overtake his dominance, he worked so hard to acquire it and it just wasn’t happening

               -So quite often, the two of you would butt heads. The love is still there of course, it’s usually just stupid things like “I’m picking the movie” “the fuck you are”

               -But he liked to think you were physically weak??

               -You’re this cute, little thing there’s no way you’re capable of protecting yourself

               -So he’s always really close to you so he’s able to protect you

               -There have been multiple times where he had pushed you behind him just to tell some guy off and you /hated/ it

               -At one point, he put his hand on your shoulder, getting ready to put you behind him but you had enough

               -Grabbing his hand and forearm, you flipped him over your shoulder and onto the ground, both him and the other guy completely in shock

               -Looking between the both of them, you flip them the bird and just walk away

               -He’s embarrassed but holy /hell/ he is attracted to you 10 times more because he had no idea you were capable of that?? You just flipped him over your shoulder like he was nothing??? Beautiful??


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The Honeymoon - Sebastian x Reader - Full Version

Originally posted by jlstreck

Sebastian Stan x Reader - After getting married and a few months after Isabella being born, you and Seb finally get the well deserved honeymoon.


Warnings: Fluff and some smut. But nice smut.

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Alex Summers x Reader

Words: 2,243
Plot: Alex and the reader definitely have the hots for eachother. One thing leads to another, and she ends up in his bed. Not even remotely not smut. Definitely explicitly 100% smut. Hot, sexy and flirty. Good God, just so smutty.
A/N: I am disgusting in a good way. So is Alex, apparently.

Originally posted by winterspoetryandbands

Leaning back against the tattered sofa of the rec room, (y/n) laughed as Sean tried to open a beer with his teeth, cursing loudly at the bottle as it made a horrible grinding sound. The old jukebox in the corner was playing soft rock music; something about unrequited love and cowboys.
They’d been training for weeks on and off; new students arriving every second day waiting to be shown around. So when Xavier recommended they take the weekend off; Sean had jumped at the chance to have a night in of beer and pizza.

In her tired and tipsy state, (y/n) found her eyes wandering.
Wandering to him. 


Across the room, Alex was slumped across an armchair; a novel resting in his lap as he sipped at one of the cheap beers Sean had bought earlier.
Alex Summers was intoxicating. Dirty blonde hair and piercing grey eyes; sunlight and rain. All pale skin and full lips and a smile that could set a fire in her blood. 

But god, he was infuriating. All the teasing, the cocky half-smiles he’d shoot across the room when he muttered something under his breath. The way he’d leave his jackets strewn across the floor for someone to slip on; the way he spent every waking hour he could using all the hot water in the mansion. How he’d roll his eyes and scoff whenever anything was asked of him; running a hand through his hair like he didn’t know he was so damn enchanting and perfect. Wearing his tight white shirt and blue jeans and looking like he’d fallen out of heaven itself, a twitch at the corners of his mouth as he turned the page of his book with a flick…
Ugh. There she went again. How did this always happen?

“…You’re not even listening to me” Sean grumbled, taking a swig of his beer as he thumped his feet up onto the coffee table.
“I was! I was listening” interjected “you were…talking about…beer?”
Sean rolled his eyes, sighing.
“Points for trying” he muttered, smiling slightly. He reached down into his pocket, plucking his keys out and rolling them in his fingers. “Hank’s driving to get food, right?”
(y/n) shrugged, rubbing a strand of hair between her fingers “probably. You going with him?”
Sean pushed himself off of the couch with a grunt, tossing his keys down onto the table.
“Better than being ignored here” he teased, sniffing as he pushed open the door into the corridor, the sound of his boots echoing against the mahogany floorboards.

And then, the atmosphere changed.
She felt the fire building in her veins as she glanced over at Alex; his eyes steady on his book as he shifted his weight slightly. The dim lighting in the room washed his hair with flecks of gold; his jaw tight as he avoided her gaze.
(y/n) grabbed the half a bottle of beer Sean had left and took a long swig; the bitterness washing the rising butterflies in her stomach further down.
It had been a long time since they’d been alone in a room together; she tried to remember if they ever had.
The music softly slipped melodies into the background; love and yearning. That didn’t help with the burning in her cheeks, though.

“You okay?” Alex said, eyes still set on his book as he swung his legs around nonchalantly, sitting upright on the armchair.
She swore she felt her heart stop, if only for a second.
(y/n) nodded, her mouth full of beer. God, she was a total moron.
“Enjoying your book?” she breathed, her voice all too high and fast in her throat.
“I haven’t actually been paying much attention to the book” he half-smiled, throwing it across to the coffee table. It landed with a thunk on the wooden surface; narrowly missing the bottle of beer.

“A bit distracted?” she said quietly, her hands drumming at her sides.
Risky.
“Yeah, something like that” he muttered, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. His head cocked to the side; his lips pressing upwards on one side. She could see the spark in his eyes: something was playing on his mind.
Something that set her blood alight.
“What?” she breathed, feeling lightheaded.
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. The way it flicked beneath his fingers made her hands weak.
“Think Sean might be pining after you”.
She laughed, heat rushing to her face.
“And what’s that to you, Summers?” she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She could feel the heat running through her; feel the pulsing in her blood.
She heard him sigh deeply, biting his bottom lip for a brief moment.
God, if only he knew what that did to her.
“That depends on what it is to you” he breathed, his grey eyes steady as he blinked slowly, colour flooding to his cheeks.
“Are you implying something, Alex? Because you’re welcome to-”
“Ten minutes” he interjected, standing up and grabbing his beer from off of the table “my room”.
(y/n) felt her heart skip, trying desperately not to show her loss of composure in her face.
She tried a sly smile, crossing her legs and meeting his gaze.
“See you then, Summers”.

***
Alex could feel the sweat clinging to his palms as he paced around his room; feel the way his clothes didn’t quite fit anywhere they should.
What the hell was he doing? This was insane. He didn’t know what he was thinking: what he was doing.
But god, he couldn’t take this…wanting. Constantly trying to be funny, or sexy, or somebody she’d even remotely notice. Those sideways glances in the corridor that made his head spin and his toes clench.
Those nights that he ached, alone. Whispering her name in the dark.
It wasn’t just the lust; the keening need to feel her skin against his. This was more; more than Alex Summers had ever thought it could be. More than those fleeting moments of desire that had come before her.
This was an ache for her. Her being.
But he didn’t know what she felt. He thought, on some whim of all whims, some insane gamble, that maybe he’d have some sort of shot.
Hoped. Hoped for a shot.
So when he heard that quiet tap on his door; his heart lunged in his chest,

The handle clicked open and she entered.
He swallowed.
“So; this is…new” she said, her lashes fluttering as she brushed her hair back.
God, she was so sexy. And she didn’t even know it.
“Look…I don’t want this to be weird” he started, his hands shaking as he smoothed his palm through his hair. It was soft and calming, and he knew he did it when his nerves were getting to him. And boy, were they getting to him.
His feet moved of his own accord; dragging him towards her like a man possessed.
“I don’t want to think I read this wrong. I don’t want to be ‘that guy’. But I think there’s something here. I hope there is” he breathed, clenching his jaw as he looked over at her “hey, tell me if I’m losing my mind. I sure feel like I am over you”.
She laughed, and the sound did something in his stomach.
“It’s not nothing” she breathed, a slight smile on her lips as she shuffled awkwardly.
He felt the growl in his chest before he heard it; a feeling overtaking him he couldn’t control.
And before he could do anything to stop himself, he crossed the distance between them, pressing her against the wall with his body; his lips crushing against her neck.

She gasped; her hands tangling at the hair at the nape of his neck. His brain went haywire, her touch stirring something that made his knees weak and his heart work twice as hard.
He could taste her perfume beneath his lips, and he nipped at the skin as his body ached. He heard her breath catch and he pushed himself closer; closer than he ever thought he could be.
He felt the tides turn and bowed his head backwards as she moved her leg up to his thigh; he grabbed it automatically, feeling the warmth against him. (y/n) crushed her lips to his; lipstick smearing against his mouth.
He loved it. Loved the taste.
Grabbing the back of her jeans he pushed her against him, hoisting her legs onto his thighs and carrying her across the room. His jeans were hot and tight and god, just not necessary right now.
He heard himself say her name, felt the smile on his lips long before she mentioned it.

He shoved the books that smattered his mattress off of his bed; they clattered to the floor with a thud as he threw her down, her hair splayed against the pillows.
She sighed as he hungrily, desperately kissed her neck again. Always finding his way back to the place her collarbone met the nape of her neck, the tender skin there sending shocks through his body.
“How do you want this to go?” he breathed, nipping at her lips as he pushed against her, needing to be as close to her as he could. He could feel the sweat plastering his white shirt to his body; tangling his dirty blonde hair with perfume and sweaty touches.
Turning him on. Setting his body alight.
“You crying out my name” she gasped, biting her lip as she closed her eyes against his touch.
He swore. He wasn’t sure whether it was out loud or in his head; he wasn’t sure if it mattered at all. 
Her hands worked at his shirt easily, throwing it to the side.
Alex Summers almost never felt self-conscious; and when she looked at him with the desire in her eyes to see him,to see every part of him, that was no exception.

He pulled off her shirt, tossing it with his own onto the floor. Kissing at the place that her bra met her skin, tracing it with his lips, his hands.
“Fuck, but you’re gorgeous” he stumbled, making easy work of her jeans as he stripped them from her legs; her skin and warmth so close to him now.
When he threw off his jeans: that was when he really felt it.
He couldn’t think. Couldn’t feel anything but this burning, burning down to the fabric of his soul. The curve of her hips, the flutter of her lashes. Burned onto his memory for months. Now made manifest under his fingertips.
Better than he ever imagined.

So when those last pieces of clothing came off in a fumble of fingers and glances; he didn’t miss a moment.
He reached into his drawer, then. Knowing what was coming. Anticipation in his throat like a wildfire. 
He was going to take his time. Show his appreciation. Know it was real, and right, and vivid.
“You’re sure?” he growled, his voice not his own.
She blinked slowly, her hands caressing his fingers as she tore the packets, lips pressed together so hard they were turning a vivid red.
“Never more sure” she whispered, and the sound made him moan with anticipation.

When he finally made his way into her; his mind blanked. Spots whirled across his vision as he bit down on his lip, tasting his own blood in his mouth. He felt his cheek against hers as he whispered her name, whispered into her ear. He wasn’t even sure what he was saying; he didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything but her, about being closer.
Closer than possible. Closer than he’d ever been to anything.
“Alex” she groaned, and he felt his self-control slipping, his pace hastening. He couldn’t help the growl that escaped him, his brow furrowing as he tried to suppress the rising noises in his throat.
God, he needed-
He knew what he needed. Needed to quench that fire.
He swallowed, taking in a gasp of warm air as his head burrowed into the pilow, his hair getting caught in his mouth.
“I love you” he whispered. It sounded stupid and crazy, but it was all he felt. All he thought.
“Alex, god, I love you too” (y/n) breathed, her lips on his chin, nails digging into his back.
That was enough to send him wild.

He felt his body stiffen; felt his body curl, his toes drawing up the quilt as he dug them into the mattress.
Hell.
He felt her cry out, her fingernails drawing lines into his skin as she breathed his name over and over, overcome with the sensation and pleasure.
With that, he couldn’t contain himself.
Hell, hell, hell.
He cried out her name, his whole body vibrating as the fire burned through him He could hear his blood in his veins, the world spinning as his vision shifted through colours and shapes. He moaned unintelligibly until there was nothing left to say; until he had nothing else to say.

They lay there for a few brief infinities, panting heavily against one another. Alex felt his whole body shaking with exhaustion, with bliss.
With love.
“That was…” Alex gasped, trying to catch his breath as he pushed himself up to look at her. Caught in his bedside lamp, her eyes glinting as she lowered her lashes; he wondered if there had ever been anyone more lovely in the whole world.
“Everything” she whispered.

Harsh Words Pt. 3

Requested By: Some people and I just wanted to make a part three oops

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: You and Peter had finally resolved things, only for you to be taken away too soon, leaving Peter distraught, not knowing if you’d come back to him or not.

Warnings: Just a big rollercoaster of emotions, swearing, and it’s a real tear jerker, I legit cried while writing it, I’m sO sorry omg..

Also, I listened to this song while writing it, so if you’d like to listen to it while reading, you may.

Word Count: 5,107 (my longest imagine ever written so far..)

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A/N: WOWOWOWOW okay so, it means so much to me that everyone enjoyed this little series so much??? Like I never thought it’d get this huge and it has and I just feel so warm and bubbly asdlkfjfh. I’m so thankful for all of you that read it and commented and just overall enjoyed it so much! You are the amazing and I just love you so much. :)))))) Thank you for going on this emotional rollercoaster with me, and I hope you enjoy Harsh Words Pt. 3. this is also the last part, enjoy.

Part two

Originally posted by sexy-stan

Sirens.

Sirens engulfed New York, the sound blaring through Peter’s ears, the only thing he heard that night, before the lights of the police cars and fire and rescue crew arrived to the scene, Peter screamed out your name in frustration and sadness, it coming out in strangled sobs, his face flushed red in panic trying to find you.

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