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((i’m not used to doing comics so this definitely looks awkward but i love super gay bro luigi and his pastel rainbow hair))

Imagine: Yoongi (Sleep Shift)

Imagine you’ve been working really late at the music store and are sluggishly sorting out some CDs when you fall asleep sitting down on the floor. It’s been a rough few weeks - what with finishing off your degree, your boyfriend moving out, not having enough for rent money, and fitting in work here in the meantime. When you awake in the still dark hours of the morning, you sit up to find yourself on the staffroom couch with workmate Yoongi’s jacket over you. He himself is dozing with his back against the couch and his arms folded.
“What is this?” You ask when he slowly squints his eyes open tiredly.
“Couldn’t leave you alone here in such a rough part of the city. And didn’t have the heart to wake you.”
You’re too tired to come up with a response and quickly fall asleep again with Yoongi on the floor beside you.

——————-

He’s a sweetie.

- Dolceice

You Don’t Have To Do This

Anon: Could you do a Voltron where Keith’s all sick and emotional because his fevers really high, and Lance irritated because he got the job of taking care of him. Keith ends up blabbing in his feverish state telling him that he doesn’t have to take care of him if he doesn’t want to and that he’ll be fine on his own, that it’s not the first time. Basically giving away that he hasn’t ever really had anyone to take care of him and Lance feels guilty for being a jerk about it fussing over him.

A/N: What’s that? Two fics in one day? It’s a miracle I get anything done at college.


“You don’t have to do this…”

Lance stopped and frowned. He was in the middle of dabbing Keith’s forehead with a cold cloth, careful not to let any of the icy water drip down the Red Paladin’s cheeks. This was exactly why he didn’t want to be assigned this job. Keith was already stubborn as hell when he was feeling okay, but this?

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It was the bitter cold nipping at his ears that caught Jungkook off guard as he made his way through the barren campus to class.

‘Ah, I definitely underdressed,’he quietly chided himself as the chilly winds tousled his hair around–  granted, that’s what he got for not checking the weather when he rolled out of bed a half an hour earlier. A cardigan was definitely not enough. It was surprisingly cold for what was supposed to be a spring morning– a steaming cup of hot coffee was the only thing to provide some sort of solace to his hands as he also forgot to wear gloves. Yet as much as he disliked the cold, he disliked morning classes even more. But alas, it was the only block of time he could fit in his schedule – the woes of being a double major.

And so, it was his rambling thoughts that accompanied him to class that morning. ‘I guess the only good thing about morning classes is how quiet it is, he mused as he opened the doors to the main building, finally reaching his destination. He always appreciated silence, as it was one of the rarer thing to come by these days. There was a strange sense of tranquility that the morning brought, only to be filled with the bustling chatter of college students as gradually filled up the streets to go to class as the day went on.

Upon entering the classroom, he took a preliminary scan of the seats. Much to his chagrin, a good chunk of the seats in the area that he usually sat had already been occupied by his fellow students.

Maybe getting coffee right before class was a mistake– especially considering that he woke up late.

Actually no, that was a silly thought. If he had to be honest to himself he hadn’t, he probably wouldn’t survive the morning without– the caffeinated drink was a necessity these days more than a want. Ah, but it was his own fault for staying up so late the prior night to begin with …

As he bantered back and forth with his conscience, his footsteps made way to the back row with fewer people where his eyes fell upon a young man clad in all black. But what Jungkook noticed was not the attire nor the presence of the other – rather, it was the drink sitting in front of the bespeckled young man.

It was from the very same cafe as the drink he had in his hand– one of his favorite spots. The cafe in question was one of the hidden gems he had found – not that many people knew about it as it was off campus. It was actually next to one of the dance studios he attended, but even that was a bit far from the college grounds. 

“Excuse me,” he addressed the raven haired male with an inquisitive smile, taking a small step forward as if to make his presence known in the least intrusive way possible. There was a brief pause as the eyes behind the pair of glasses met his own, “is this seat taken?” – First Meeting

// College!AU JK based off of @ask-architectyoongi‘s AU!  :D

Attempted some sort of character sheet and wrote a drabble based off of what could have been JK & Suga’s first time meeting????? I got a bit carried away with it sorry LOL/LOOKSAWAY >___>

anonymous asked:

Your trans!Patsy and deaf!Delia art/headcanon makes me soul sing 💙

aww man thank you 💛 tbh i was kinda scared i’d cop a lotta flack for it (esp. trans!patsy) but i’m really glad you like them

here have an old sketch i was way too scared to post

I am done choosing between my womanhood and my blackness. 

Stop giving me fictional white female characters and telling me “these are the fictional women to admire, the ones that break the mold, the feminist icons, the representation you’ve been longing for.” 

Stop asking me to squint to see myself represented on screen. Stop telling me to “wait my turn”, to support shows with white female leads as though this was a rare occurrence, as though there haven’t been thousands of them through the years. As though white women haven’t been held as the pinnacle of progress and feminism on TV since Lucille Ball.

Stop telling me that a white woman playing a spy, is innovative and feminist when you’ve had Wonder Woman, Charlie’s Angels, Scarecrow & Mrs. King and Alias before Agent Carter.

Stop telling me that seeing Jessica Jones, a white female character with PTSD, on screen is a long time coming, a revolutionary feminist act, when Joss Carter, Abbie Mills, Olivia Pope, Sasha Williams and Michonne aren’t afforded the same treatment regarding theirs from writers, media and fandom alike.

Stop telling me that “romance is not part of the show” when said show is built on the loss of the White Male Lead’s love interest. Stop labeling black female characters as one half of a “brotp”, as the supportive friend, a mammy that does everything but wipe the white man’s ass or tuck him into bed, only to prop up the Random White Woman In The Background as the obvious choice for a new, better suited love interest.

Stop giving me Trojan Horses, those black female characters I’ve longed for, the ones I finally can see myself in, the ones that you’re praised for creating and writing, the ones you make money off of only to kill them later, once they’ve served their purpose.

We are not your first step towards success, we aren’t a tool to be used to avoid criticism, or appease higher ups afraid of losing money because of the lack of diversity and representation in their shows.

We are not either women or black, we are both and we deserve to be spies, the fated love interest, the damsel in distress, the selfish one, the vulnerable one, the pinnacle of feminism and progress, the one who’s turn has come, the one who was a long time coming.

Stop giving me a drop of water and calling it the sea.

@theywaitforshewho requested “kiss on the chin”

(how it turned to french kissing, I’ll never know)

“Okay,” said Ladybug, tossing down her controller. “Loser has to do one thing for the winner, right?”

Adrien blinked rapidly at the victory card on his screen where his avatar was dancing at its win, feeling more than a little blindsided. How had that happened?

“Right,” he echoed numbly, wondering how the hell his ten-to-zero lose steak had ended on this match out of all of them.

“So,” said Ladybug, and when he finally tore his eyes away from the screen, he found her beaming, expectant and hopeful and almost a little smug. “Name your prize.”

It was her lips that held him for a second, as he wondered, for the umpteenth time, what it would be like to kiss her.

“A kiss.”

Ladybug’s eyes went wide.

Adrien clapped a hand over his mouth, as though the gesture could catch the words out of the air and stuff them back down his throat, face burning. He had not meant to say that aloud.

Ladybug wet her lips, dark gaze gone from shocked to intent.

Adrien’s heart stuttered to a stop.

“A kiss?”

Adrien nervously echoed her gesture, and nodded.

Ladybug tilted her head, eyes flicking down to his mouth like a match struck to light. “What kind of kiss?”

“What kind?” he parroted in a squeak, heart jumpstarted into climbing up his throat.

“Well,” she said, considering. “Where?”

Adrien could hardly believe his daring, but…

“L-lips?”

Ladybug blinked, slow and heavy-lidded, and crooked him a grin that hit him square in the chest with its nervous excitement.

She turned on the couch, kneeling first, then crawling towards him, and he didn’t realize he was backing away until his back hit the arm.

He was treated to the sight of her eyes fluttering shut, burning blue hidden behind thick ‘lashes and a scarlet mask, and then something soft and damp nudged his chin.

Kiss, that was a kiss, Ladybug kissed him, Ladybug kissed him

“Oops,” Ladybug breathed, pulling back a scant three centimeters. She grinned again, even more mischievous this time. “I missed.”

If his face had been red before…

She brushed another kiss to his jaw, sing-songing, “Missed again.”

“You h-have terrible aim,” he managed to say, blood pounding in his ears and limbs tingling.

She pouted and kissed the corner of his mouth, mumbling, “I’m getting better…” against his skin.

Unable to take any more, Adrien wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and turned his head, clumsily mashing her teasing lips against his own.

Ladybug gasped.

It was a warm sound, a sweet sound, one accompanied by the feeling of her grabbing him by the lapels and hauling him closer.

Adrien moaned, an involuntary noise he instantly regretted, because it covered one of Ladybug’s. He cut off the sound, instinctively opening up to her inquisitive tongue, only to moan even louder when it brushed against his own.

She was the who broke the kiss, pulling away with a slick, wet sound and a breathy sigh, and Adrien bit his lip to stifle the noises that still wanted to escape.

She squirmed against him, hips rolling and thighs shifting, and whispered, low and flirty, “Congratulations, hot stuff.”

Adrien was too busy biting his lip until it bled to formulate a coherent response to that.

Happy Smut Weekend!

I finished this little diddy just in time! I’m sorry that I can’t tag anyone because I’m at work and I’m lucky that I can get this uploaded!

Foul Mouthed

Negan sat at his desk going over some papers.

He had returned the following night with a truck load of books after raiding a library. I was over the moon, getting to go through them, taking the ones I wanted while the other books went out to the community.

“Fuckin’ hell! Y/N, what the fuck does this say!?” Negan asked, squinting at the paper.

I rolled my eyes, getting up from my spot on the floor. I weaved in and out of the stacks of books to get to his desk.

“Negan, if you’d wear your glasses you’d be able to see it, Honey.” I said, leaning over his shoulder.

“Yeah, well, I can’t find the bastards, so.” He grumbled.

I sighed, opening the drawer to his left. There, his black framed glasses sat. I picked them up, putting them on his nose, giving him a kiss.

He grinned, shrugging, “Thank you.”

I winked at him and turned back to the paper. I squinted myself, not able to read the chicken scratch.

“I have no clue.” I laughed.

“Go back over to your books, you worm.” Negan teased, poking my side.

I leaned away from him, laughing. When I turned to walk around his desk, my foot jammed against the claw of it.

I growled, the pain radiating up my leg.

“Fuckity fuckfuckfuck!” I cursed.

I slapped a hand over my mouth and looked over at Negan.

His eyes were wide and a grin on his face. He slowly looked up and belted out a belly laugh, “Well look at that fuckin’ shit! The mouth on my girl!”

He held his hand out, motioning me back over to him.

I limped back over, sitting on his desk, my feet in his lap.

“Never thought I’d see the day!”

I whined, my cheeks bright red, “Don’t laugh, Negan. That shit hurt.”

He grunted, rubbing my ankle and that’s when I noticed the tent in his pants.

I raised a brow, “Seriously?”

He scoffed, “Well, fuckin’ duh Darlin’. I’ve never heard one goddamn foul word leave that mouth before.”

I hissed when his thumb rubbed over the spot. “Damnit Negan!”

He chuckled, running his hands up my legs, “Say something else, Darlin’.”

Negan slowly stood the higher his hands went up my thighs, “Come on, let me hear that mouth.” He whispered.

When I felt his finger tips dip in to the hem of my panties, I gasped, tilting my head back, “Shit…”

He hummed, leaving wet kisses on my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair, holding his head gently to my neck as he sucked hard on the delicate skin, “Fuck,”

The small patch of skin made a small pop sound as his teeth let go, “That’s it Darlin’.”

His long fingers ran up and down my lower lips, spreading the moister before dipping deeply in to me.

“Oh hell,”

Negan slowly removed his middle finger, circling it around my clit, teasing me, “Now you can do better than that,” his other hand fisted my hair, holding me still as he attacked my lips with a dominating kiss.

I moaned, holding myself up, my palms slipping on the desk.

Negan pulled back, resting his forehead on mine, staring in to my eyes, “Tell me what you want,” he growled, his eyes heavy lidded.

I panted, licking my lips, “I want you to,” I swallowed, gathering the gumption to say the words.

I felt his finger dip back in to me, spurring me on, “Oh shit… I want you to fuck me… so slow.”

I’d never seen Negan move so fast before. He had his belt undone and pants around his ankles in no time flat.

He lifted me so that I rested on the edge of the desk and did just what I asked.

His shoulders were bunched as he slowly slid in to me. My hands held my torso up, leaning me back slightly.

He rolled his hips, finally burying himself in me to the hilt. Negan had to breathe deeply to gain some sort of ground.

“You’re goin’ to have me bustin’ a nut like some teen, Darlin’.” He growled.

I could feel him twitching inside of me, “If you don’t fucking move Negan,” I moaned, warning him.

Slowly he pulled out, the head of his hard length still inside of me, before snapping his hips forward.

He kept the pace slow, but hard and it was just what I wanted.

Taking his hand, he placed it around my neck, gently pulling me up to him. He kissed me, his tounge tasting my lips.

“Come on baby, let me hear you.” He said, against my lips.

He thrusted hard one last time, staying buried within me. With one hand on my neck and the other on the small of my back, he rocked his hips, his pelvis creating a delicious friction with mine.

I could feel myself reaching completion, but I needed to feel him move more than what he was, “Fuck… Just fuck me Negan!” I whined.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he laughed.

His hand tightened slightly on my neck as he began to thrust fast, sending me over the edge.

I threw my head back, moaning so loudly that it echoed in the room.

Negan’s thrusts became unpredictable as he came hard, “Goddamn, baby!” He groaned, his thrusts slowing.

Running his hand down my torso, he held himself up by placing his hands next to my hips.

Our chests heaved, small shocks coursing through our bodies.

Negan was still inside me as he gathered me up and sat down in his chair, me in his lap.

We sat there, petting one another, enjoying the sound of the grandfather clock ticking.

This was one hell of a way to spend the afternoon.

oreasa  asked:

Prompt: Sara has to stop Len from killing Cisco for getting Lisa pregnant. Could be a future trip, I'm not picky.

(Finally got a chance to crank this out over the last week)

Sara could tell that Leonard wasn’t happy when they flew back into the temporal zone after the completion of the previous mission in the not too distant future. None of the future selves of the team had been around at the time (hopefully none of them were dead and they’d been smart enough instead to avoid running into themselves), but they had run into a few people from Teams Flash and Arrow. One of those people had been a very pregnant Lisa Snart, although she was Lisa Ramon there. As soon as Leonard had encountered her, he hadn’t been fully focused on the mission. Now, because of this, Ray was now spending an extended period in the med bay.

When Sara left the med bay and Ray’s mumblings about how he had gotten a kiss from his future wife due to mistaken identity, she found Leonard walking down the hall quickly. Sara had followed after him, and recognized the path he was taking as the one to get to the jump ship. She realized what he was going to do, and decided to act.

“You’re not thinking clearly,” Sara said, making him stop in his tracks and turn around.

“I’m thinking clear enough,” he scowled, walking back towards her. “I’m not going to let Ramon knock up my sister and then go die on her.”

They’d found out that Cisco had died shortly after meeting Lisa. He’d given his life in order to save Central City from a serious threat. While he had saved the lives of everyone in the city, he had also left behind a wife and unborn child. It had been evident that everyone was still hurting from losing him.

“So you’re willing to erase the existence of your future niece or nephew in order to save your sister from grief by preventing them from getting together?” Sara demanded. “Just like that? No second thoughts?”

“If it was your sister in the situation, what would you do?” Leonard snapped back.

Sara stiffened, trying not to think about what could have been if Tommy hadn’t died, if Darhk hadn’t killed her sister. “I wouldn’t try to take her baby from her. Part of whoever she loved would be in that kid. When we met Lisa back there, I could tell she really loved Cisco. That baby is the part of Cisco that’s going to live on now that he’s gone.”

“But it won’t be him.”

“Then here’s another idea,” Sara suggested. “You don’t stop them from getting together. Instead, we take the jumpship and go back to what’s going to kill him. We can stop that, and Cisco can live to see his son or daughter.”

“We?” he tilted his head at her word choice.

“Cisco’s a friend,” Sara told him. “I wouldn’t let him die if I can stop it.”

“Fair enough,” Leonard agreed. “Never thought I’d find myself saying this, but let’s go save Ramon.”

Sara smirked as she walked side by side with him to the jumpship. “You know, he’ll be your brother-in-law by the time we go save him.”

“Don’t remind me.”

Prompt-a-thon

A Bit About Buttes

You guys it’s me I’m five years old and I couldn’t get this out of my head so I wrote it and you’re welcome. Cor Et Cerebrum universe bc why not.

Gen/Family
Rated G
Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Kiran Devabhaktuni, Tim Drake

**

When Bruce Wayne walked into his study, he was not expecting a crowd. But there was a small crowd, according to the old adage of three– Damian, Jason, and Dev were crowded around Damian’s laptop looking at something.

“It was this one,” Damian said, jabbing stiffly at whatever was on the screen.

“Is that a butt?” Jason asked, squinting.

“It’s butte, you moron,” Damian snapped. “The geocache box is halfway up.”

“You climbed it?” Dev asked, leaning closer suddenly, sounding alarmed. “That’s massive.”

Bruce stepped around the desk to look at an enlarged, slightly grainy camera photo of a valley with a jutting, reddish butte on the left side.

“Yes, I climbed it,” Damian insisted, glancing once at Bruce to, maybe, judge his reaction. Bruce shrugged one shoulder slightly. “It’s hardly the most dangerous thing I’ve climbed.”

“How tall is this butt?” Jason asked and Bruce didn’t miss the grimace that pulled on Damian’s face.

“The /butte/ is 233 meters in height. I could convert that to feet for you, if the math is too complicated, Todd.”

“That’s a really tall butt,” Jason said, giving Damian an appreciative glance. His continued ribbing was clearly annoying the younger boy, but there was genuine admiration in his tone, too. “Free or with gear?”

“Tt,” Damian scoffed. “Free climbing. I’m not a coward.”

“Damian,” Bruce snapped, lulled out of enjoying the moment by his shock. The boy jumped. “That wasn’t brave. That was foolish.”

“I–”

“Use gear next time,” Bruce said sternly. “Or you can forget driving until you’re 18.”

There were footsteps in the hall as Damian sullenly nodded.

“Was it a good climb?” Bruce asked, wanting to smooth things over a bit before Damian retreated. He looked at the screen again. “I climbed a few in college.”

Tim walked by the open door.

“Timothy!” Dev called after him and the boy backstepped and ducked his head into the room. “Did you know your da climbed a butt?”

Jason snorted and Tim’s eyes went wide as he hurried around them to look at the screen.

“Dev,” Tim said flatly.

Bruce waited for Damian to hiss a correction again but he looked down and the boy was failing to completely hide his smirk.

Jason was laughing into the crook of his arm and Bruce forced himself to glare, though his heart wasn’t really in it. Dev grinned and shrugged at him and Bruce’s glare dissolved.

“You’re all like, five years old,” Tim said bitterly, walking away from the desk. “It’s the worst.”

2

Quickly Adam raised to his feet, stumbling slightly, his breath heavy. “W-where am I?” his asked, eyes squinting to adjust to the light as he looked around. “Earth” you smirked, nodding lightly. “That’s not possible” he breathed shaking his head denying your words. “Does this look like Lucifer’s cage?” you asked, gesturing around to the open field you were stood in. “No, but it could always be a dream or worse I’ve gone even more insane and am hallucinating” he said managing to still hold some humour after all his time in the cage.

anonymous asked:

Jimon + 3

3.  “What do you mean you’re a serial killer?”

"What do you mean you’re a serial killer?” Jace asks, squinting at Simon from the other side of the couch.

“No, not serial, cereal. I’m going to destroy all of it. It sucks,” Simon is pouting, which is ridiculous but also really cute. Jace hates him a little for it (except he really doesn’t).

“You’re drunk,” Jace concludes.

Simon smiles dopily at him. “Yup. And you’re pretty.”

Jace frowns, “Thanks?”

“Don’t tell anyone but like, I kind of want to kiss you,” Simon whispers.

“Ah,” Jace says. And then he repeats, “You’re drunk.”

Simon shrugs. “Doesn’t make it any less true.”

“Okay,” Jace says, “Okay, bed time for you. If you still want to kiss me in the morning, when you’re sober, let me know.”

“Always want to kiss you,” Simon informs him, and then shuffles off to his bedroom.

(The next morning, Simon corners Jace in the kitchen. “Turns out, I still want to kiss you,” he says. “What are you going to do with that information?”

Jace grabs him by his shirt and presses their lips together.

When they pull away, Simon smiles brightly. “Thought so.”)