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A/N: Celebrating Shawn’s birthday. Feedback is always lovely. 

Word count: 4,518

Originally posted by thinkinboutmendes


Shawn and I had been living together for a little over four months now. Since Shawn agreed to letting me crash for a week while looking for something new after being kicked out of my dorm, things we didn’t count on happened between us and suddenly, we were practically roommates and enjoyed each other’s company for hours a day. 

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anonymous asked:

In the post where you were talking about banter requests, I loved your ideas for Cullen/Alistair conversations. Would you mind actually writing out that one?

Set in DAI, assuming the two of them are actively traveling with the Inquisitor at the same time.


Alistair: So… It’s been… what? Ten years or so? Glad to see you’re doing better than the last time we crossed paths.
Cullen: No.
Alistair: No? You’re not doing better?
Cullen: No, I mean… I don’t… I would rather not talk about Kinloch.
Alistair: Oh.
Cullen: Sorry. I just-
Alistair: No, you’re right. That was a bit of an asinine thing to bring up, huh?
Cullen: The night your companion arrived at Ferelden’s Circle was easily the worst of my life. I was… not in my right mind.
Alistair: Right. Sorry. Shouldn’t have… You know what? Forget I said anything.


Cullen: Maker, you’re joking.
Alistair: Honest truth of Andraste.
Cullen: It talked? And moved?!
Alistair: Yep. Quite fond of moving, actually. And crushing things. Big fan of crushing things. Birds, especially.
Cullen: And it was conscious the whole time? Watching us?
Alistair: That’s what Shale said. It’s name is Shale, by the way. Did I already mention that?
Cullen: Shale… Maker, I used to climb that thing when I was a boy.
Alistair: Awkward. Probably means Shale was the first woman you ever mounted.
Cullen: What?
Alistair: (laughs) Oh, if only you could see your face right now.


Alistair: Is it just me, or did I do really miserably in that last fight?
Cullen: It’s not just you.
Alistair: (sarcastically) Oh ha ha.
Cullen: Are you injured?
Alistair: No. Just my shoulder. Eventually it will let me know if I can lift my arm above my head again. 
Cullen: Your shield form needs correcting, then. You shouldn’t be feeling it in your shoulder unless you were bracing it into your body. You should hold it higher so the force of the blow lands on your forearm-
Alistair: Ugh. You sound like the Ser Rowald.
Cullen: Who?
Alistair: The Templar I trained under. Or, one of them, anyway. Hold your shield up, Alistair. Stop leaving your side open, Alistair. Don’t block things with your face, Alistair.
Cullen: Maybe you should have listened to him.
Alistair: Well, I’ve made it this far, haven’t I? And I’ve still got a pretty face to show for it. Take that, Rowald.


Cullen: You left the order before taking your vows?
Alistair: I didn’t leave so much as I was recruited. Duncan… the Warden-Commander… he visited the monastery in Bournshire where I was in training. The grand cleric put on a heck of a show for him - paraded us around, made us fight one another. The boy I was paired with, Ferrald - he was older than me. Already knighted. I know for a fact they put me against him to let him show off and he made good on it - all but wiped the floor with me. (chuckles) I would have paid good coin to see the look on the grand cleric’s face when Duncan said he wanted me for the Wardens. Apparently he tried to forbid it until Duncan invoked the Right of Conscription.
Cullen: He must have really had his mind set on you. Did he ever tell you why?
Alistair: No. Not really, anyway. (quieter) I wish I still had the chance to ask him.


Cullen: Do you regret it?
Alistair: Well that’s a good conversation starter. Lots of things I regret… like going back for a second cheese pie at lunch. My stomach’s not too happy with that choice.
Cullen: I meant your conscription. Being forced to serve the Wardens.
Alistair: Oh Maker, no. I never wanted to be a Templar. I was handed off to them because a certain someone wanted the local bastard to be a bit more out of sight, out of mind - if you catch my meaning. I hated it. Once I witnessed my first Harrowing… that sort of sealed the deal for me. I didn’t ever want to be put in that position again.
Cullen: I take it the mage didn’t survive?
Alistair: That’s usually what happens when you’re forced to run them through with a sword.
Cullen: I’m… sorry.
Alistair: It’s probably easier, if you go into it truly believing you’re doing the right thing.
Cullen: Speaking from experience - it shouldn’t ever be easy. If it is, then you have a far greater problem on your hands.


Alistair: Are you feeling alright? You look a bit green in the gills.
Cullen: I’ll be fine.
Alistair: Withdrawal getting to you again? I remember feeling certain… urges, when I stopped taking it. But I didn’t use lyrium long enough for the addiction to set in. Only a few doses in training.
Cullen: Consider yourself lucky, then.


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Never Have I Ever

“Never have I ever been to Taco Bell.” Every other player except Ethan put down a finger.

“What??” Mark yelled in response, causing Ethan to flinch. “How have you never had Taco Bell?”

“I just haven’t,” Ethan explained with a small laugh. Mark just shook his head in disappointment and let the game continue. He was really just upset that he was losing. Ethan still had up 5 fingers, Ty had 6 left, but Mark was down to 2.

“Never have I ever dated a guy,” Tyler said. Ethan and Ty both left up all fingers while Mark was forced to put one down.

“It was for a month!” Mark said angrily, causing the other two boys to laugh. “Fine, you wanna be a dick, two can play at that game! Never have I ever had a kidney transplant!”

“You fucking dick,” Ty muttered under his breath while putting down a finger. Mark just gave him a sly smirk before gesturing to Ethan to continue the game.

“Never have I ever had a crush on a YouTuber,” Eth said with a sly smile, knowing he was knocking Mark out of the game.

“You fucking bitch! Fuck you!” Mark yelled at Ethan. It was all in good fun, which meant Eth was busting up laughing at how angry the older man got. Mark got up and went to the kitchen to grab some snacks, leaving Eth and Ty to finish the game. Eth looked at Ty waiting for him to take his turn when he noticed something odd.

“Ty, don’t you have 5 fingers left? You were beating me,” Eth asked confused.

“Well I WAS a minute ago,” Ty replied, joking condescension clear in his voice.

“What? Oh wait, you…wait a fucking minute!” Eth said, not understanding at first.

“Shut up Eth,” Ty said, knowing where the conversation was heading.

“You’ve had a crush on a YouTuber?? What? When? Who? Why didn’t I know this? Do I know them?” Ethan rambled on until Ty covered his mouth with his rather large hands.

“Eth, if you don’t stop talking, I will shove a peanut down your throat,” Ty threatened before letting his grip loosen and removing his hand.

“We don’t even have any peanuts in the house you big bully,” Ethan said with mock sadness, putting on his best sad puppy dog face, to which Tyler just rolled his eyes and laughed. “But really, you have to tell me.”

“I’m not telling you,” Ty said firmly, but smiling.

“But Tyyllleeeeeeerrrrrrr,” Ethan drew out the name while clinging on to his arm, “You have to tell me!”

“I’m not telling you!” Ty said again, a little more forcefully. “It’s really nothing anyways, no big deal.”

“It’s? as in It IS? As in CURRENT?” Eth asked.

“No, I mean…it wasn’t…or…it is? I don’t even know,” Ty replied sounding exasperated.

“Well do you like them or not?” Ethan asked in a more serious tone. He really wanted to help his friend sort out his feelings.

Ty glanced up at Ethan for a second, making eye contact with the blue boy before answering, “Yeah. I really think I like him. A lot.”

Eth felt a blush creeping up on his cheeks. He knew Ty wasn’t talking about him, but either way, he still could hold on to that last shred of hope of Ty returning his feelings. “Well then maybe you should just go for it. Message them and ask them to go get dinner sometime or something,” Eth offered his advice. “Do they live around here? I guess I should have asked that before saying you should get dinner,” he added awkwardly.

“Yeah, they live pretty close by. You think I should go for it?” Ty asked, sounding more insecure than Eth had ever heard him say.

“Definitely,” Ethan said. He really wanted Ty to find someone, even if it meant Ty didn’t return his feelings.

“I think I will. I’ll message him right now.” Ty said, picking up his phone. That seemed to be the end of that conversation, so Ethan stood up and headed downstairs to the living room where he found Mark watching TV. He sat down on the couch and pulled out his phone to check twitter when he noticed a text.

‘Hey, I think you’re pretty cute. Wanna have dinner sometime? -Ty :)’

Ethan couldn’t help but blush and chuckle a bit to himself before sending a reply.

‘Get down here you doof so I can kiss you <3’


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I know this is a pretty cliche storyline, but oh well. I didn’t see one for this ship so I figured might as well. Hope you liked it!

Seeing Red (Harry Hook X Reader)

A/N: This is my first imagine so I hoped you guys like it! Let me know what you think! (P.s - I feel like I got slightly too into this and might have got a little carried away)
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Requested: Yes!

Prompt: #10
A: (whispering to B) I’m going to kill her. I’m going to rip her pretty little head off of her pretty little…
B: (whispering to A) Come on calm down. It’s not that bad. Calm down. Look it’s fine…C is leaving anyway
C: ( kisses D)
B: Well shit
A: (to B) hold my hoops I’m going in (takes out ear rings) LISTEN UP BITCHES!


You had never really realised how much you hated the word “Princess” until the VK’s arrived from the isle. Sure, before they came, the title had been thrown around to stop you from participating in the sports you wanted, and you had become accustomed to hearing the phrases ‘Princess’ don’t fight", ‘Princess’ don’t swear" or “Princess’ don’t take their anger out on other people” whenever you let the ladylike persona everybody expected from you slip. You weren’t like the rest of the kids in Auradon, your parents Tiana and Naveeen may have been King and Queen, but they had raised you to be down to earth, giving you the normal life you craved now you were at Auradon Prep. Everything you wanted, you used to have to work for. That’s how it was and that’s how you liked it, there was no way you were going to be the snotty spoilt stereotype of a princess. You were far too feisty to simply sit on a thrown , quietly ignoring all that was going on in the world, so your heart hurt when the only classes you were allowed to take at Auradon were Sewing and Embroidery, Royal Etiquette and a whole host of other obnoxiously regal subjects. It really wasn’t a surprise to anybody when you protested “peacefully” to take chemistry and fencing lessons like the rest of the kids. It was safe to say you had always disliked the word princess but you never realised it could be used as an insult until the children of the villains arrived.

“Have any of you guys seen Harry?” You asked, pulling a chair beside Uma and Gil in the cafeteria. You had become unlikely friends with the pirates since they got there, despite what the other AK’s thought about them.
“No, actually. We were about to ask you the same thing” Uma said, setting down her sandwich and turning towards you.
You gave her a puzzled look. The first mate was never far away from his Captain so it was alarming that none of you could place where the red cladded pirate had gone.
“Is it just me or has he been disappearing a lot lately?” You said, your mind drifting to recall the last time you actually saw Harry.
The two of you had a very strange relationship, it was apparent to everyone you were completely infatuated with each other and at times you almost acted like a couple, yet somehow nothing had happened. You weren’t together but you weren’t not. You weren’t dating, but you weren’t single.
“Maybe he’s not disappearing, maybe he’s just invisible!” Gil exclaimed, throwing down the hard boiled egg he was peeling.
Uma raised an eyebrow at him.
“What guys? I’m completely serious. He’s spending all that time with Mal, maybe he got her to do a spell and now he’s…”
He was jabbed in the ribs by Uma before he could finish.
“Wait, he’s spending time with Mal? Mal? I thought they hated each other.” You said, a very evident bitter tone in your voice.
Uma leaned forwards, slamming her hands on the table as she spoke.
“Precisely what I thought. Clearly he’s forgot about the whole shrimp incident” You shot her a sympathetic look. “But I wouldn’t worry about it Y/N, he was just getting homework answers the last time they were together”.
You relaxed and exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Harry wasn’t about to go running off into the sunset with the purple haired villain which suited you just fine.
“It’s not like I care too much anyway” you lied, which seemed to amuse both Gil and Uma. “I just wanted to ask him about… You know tonight”
“Tonight? What do you want to do tonight? If you’re finally going on a date you’ll have to re-schedule it Y/N! It’s Cortillion and we have to go! Ben made it a rule” Gil rambled before he eventually caught on, smiling to himself that he had figured it out. “Oh! I get it. You want to go to with him.”
“Hate to break it to you Y/N but I don’t think Harry would be seen dead at Cortillion” Uma said giggling slightly
“Yeah me neither, but I didn’t think he’d be seen dead with the daughter of Maleficent a minute ago, so maybe Hook’ll surprise us.”
“Well well well sweetheart” You felt two hands cover your eyes from behind you, two strong arms resting on your shoulders and a familiar accent interrupting your thought process “Who exactly am I supposed to be surprising?”
“Harry! So glad that you could join us” you said with a hint of sarcasm, grabbing his hand and pulling him in to sit beside you.
“Careful darling. It almost sounded like ye missed me” he said with a smirk, wrapping his arm around your waist. You swatted him away playfully.
“You wish” you replied, sticking your tongue out at him. Harry ignored you, placing his arm over your shoulder. Uma tutted.
“What did I miss?” He said.
“Well Y/N was just saying how much she wants to go to Cor…” Gil began
“THE WAFFLE HUT! Yeah, the waffle hut. I was just saying I how wanted to go to the waffle hut.” You interrupted before Gil could do any more damage.
If Harry had wanted to go to Cortilion with you he would have asked, clearly he didn’t want you to be his date you thought.
“Y/N? But you just said…”
“I just said nothing Gil” I hissed, kicking his shin under the table slightly.
“Ow!” He said making you roll your eyes “But your gluten intolerant Y/N, you can’t eat anything at the Waffle Hut anyway. Why would you want to go th…”
“Gil. Zip it’ said Uma, unamused.
“The Waffle Hut eh?” Asked Harry, chuckling slightly. You nodded your head in response, slightly too vigorously for what would have been considered a normal response, and shoved a couple of fries in your mouth to stop you from saying anything else stupid. “That’s a real shame sweetheart, 'cos I was just about to ask ye to Cortillion”. He winked at you. You nearly choked on your fries.
“You’ll actually come!” You said excitedly.
“I know how much those silly little dances mean to ye. So if it keeps the pretty pink princess happy, I’m in.” You, frowned at him, pretending to be offended but burst out into a huge grin.
“Harry Hook, I want to punch you in the face and kiss you at the same time” You ruffled his hair slightly and kissed his cheek.
“Geez!” Uma groaned. “You two are sickening”


“This is not what I had in mind”
You were stood by the punch table, sulking beside Uma, your arms crossed scowling at the couples slow dancing on the dance floor.
“This is exactly why I hate dances. Look Y/N, we can just leave. How about I go steal you those waffles you wanted”
“It’s not the waffles I want” I hissed glaring at Harry as he walked about the room.
It had started off so well. You collected you dress from Evie and forced Harry into an all black suit and shirt ensemble giggling at how much he looked like a prince. Less than impressed with the royalty comment, Harry refused to turn up without his hook, so you found yourself laughing at the boy for most of the night as he attempted to juggle all of your drinks single handedly. Everything was going perfectly, until Harry practically dropped you when Mal asked whether he would dance with her. You stood, with your mouth gaping open like a fish as Harry traced his hook along the outline of her face, until Uma and Gil had pull you away from the two of them.

“I’m going to kill her. I’m going to rip her pretty little head off of her pretty little…” You were crushing the plastic cup of punch in your hand, causing the liquid to spill everywhere.
“Come on calm down. It’s not that bad. Calm down. Look it’s fine…Harry’s is leaving anyway” Uma said, taking the cup from your hand.
She was right, Harry was weaving his way through the crowd back towards us, his usual cocky smirk on his face, his arms swinging beside him. You felt the knot of anxiousness in your stomach diminish. You were just over reacting. Then Harry came to a holt, a purple manicured hand on his shoulder, spinning him around. Before anybody could comprehend what was going on, Mal had pulled Harry towards her, locking lips, her hands working their way up to his hair.
“Well shit” Uma whispered
Suddenly, the room felt dizzyingly small, all the air knocked out of your lungs. It took all but a second for you to process what had happened. She kissed him, she fucking kissed him. The overwhelming feeling of betrayal and hurt was replaced with something much more dangerous. Hatred.
“Hold my hoops!” You growled quietly, pulling the pearl encrusted earrings from your ears and dumping them in Uma’s hand “I’m going in…”

Harry pulled away from Mal as quickly as he could, pushing her chest away from him with enough force to send her flying backwards.
“What the fuck did ye do that for?” He glanced nervously to the sidelines only to be met with your glare, a mixture of sadness and pure anger. He gulped. He had fucked up
Before anybody could restrain you, you marched passed Harry and Mal to the podium at the front of the dance floor, climbing the stairs to where the microphone was.
“Y/N look, listen to me…” Harry tried to pull you back, trying to hold onto your arm.
“Get your hands off me Hook” you spat.
“Y/N I…”
“It’s fine I get how it is” You tapped on the microphone a couple of times to check that it was working. “LISTEN UP BITCHES!” You screamed down the PA system.
“Oh this can’t be good” said Gil whilst being pulled by Uma to the front of podium where a small crowd had gathered.
“I just wanted to check where the fuck Prince Ben was when his supposed girlfriend decided to make out with my boyfriend!” You yelled. You saw the gasps and shocked faces in your ever growing audience and the horrified look from the Prince as you spoke. You refused to relent.
“Oh I’m sorry,” snapped Mal, parting the crowd of people and making her way towards you. “I didn’t realise you were a couple. How long have you been together again?”.
Her voice sounded sweet enough and to those watching the question appeared innocent, but the gleam of bitterness in her eyes said otherwise. She knew how the complicated relationship between you and Harry was. The little bitch.
“Well … Actually .. You see…” You stuttered not entirely sure how to explain yourself.
“Exactly! The villain plays the victim so well.” Mal cut in before you could finish. “Now run along little princess and play tea parties with your stuffed toys before I turn you into a toad”
“Mal, what are you saying? Why are you acting like this?” You heard Evie whisper to her, trying to get her to back down.
Princess, that stupid word again. It was as if it was synonymous for weak. You clenched your fists, that was the last straw.
“Princess?” You laughed coldly “No bitch, Queen”.
You started to square up to her, ignoring which ever random person was tugging on your arm to get you away. This is not how anybody expected Cortillion to go.
“Oh please, what are you going to do? Throw a tiara at me?”
“No but I certainly wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of a nine inch heel to the face” You screamed, pulling the shoes from your feet before a figure grabbed you from behind.
You secretly hoped it was Harry and were slightly more than disappointed when Ben hauled you backwards and attempted to restrain you. Jay grabbed hold of Mal and by the way he scowled at her, it was pretty evident he was on your side too.


“I bet you’re just so smug aren’t you Y/N?”
“I literally have no idea what you mean!”
“The only reason I kissed Harry was because of you and Ben!”
“Ben?” You asked completely puzzled.
“Don’t think I don’t know. There’s something going on between you two”
Whatever situation the girl was insinuating was news to you. The moment the Prince’s name was muttered, Harry shoved his way threw to the podium, as angry as you had been a moment earlier. He glared at Ben who, unfortunately due to the circumstance, currently had his arms wrapped around you.
“Oh and the plot thickens” Gil whispered almost excitedly to Uma.
She hit the son of Gaston in the stomach, sending him a dirty look, and charged towards the podium too.


“What do ye think yeh doing with my girl there princey boy” he snarled, making his way slowly towards Ben, who was still holding me back, pointing his hook threateningly at his face. “Weren’t content enough with your whole bloody kingdom that you had to take the one thing that mattered the most to me?”
Your mouth dropped open. Was he talking about you? You began to panic when he rested the tip of the hook on Ben’s nose.
“Harry! Back off!” You yelled at the pirate, not too keen at watching your friend get hooked right in front of you.
“A pirate wasn’t good enough for ye was it eh? Had to get yourself a prince?”
“Harold - bloody - Hook! For godsake! I don’t give two shits about Ben!” You yelled before spinning your head around to speak to Ben, who for some unbeknownst reason still thought it was a good idea to be holding you. “No offence”
“None taken” he replied.
“Mal, I assure you nothing has ever happened between me and Ben.” You said before chuckling a little “In fact the only time we ever really speak is at events where are parents have to be civil.”
You saw the girl relax a little and appear somewhat guilty. “He loves you” You added.
Ben finally got the message and let you go, running towards Mal and hugging her and dragging her away from the crowd. She mouthed 'I’m sorry’ to you as she walked away, which made you roll your eyes. Typical. The crowd eventually began to dissipate, leaving you and the pirate to awkwardly stare at each other.


“You know you are so hot when yeh angry Y/N” said Harry taking a step towards you and attempting to wrap you into an embrace. You pushed him away.
“I’m not talking to you Harry”
“Y/N”
“No”
“Y/N!”
“You still kissed her Harry! It doesn’t change anything.”
“Actually, sweetheart she kissed me”
“Don’t you sweetheart me Hook. You threatened the fucking King!” You snapped walking back up the staircase, attempting to leave the disaster of the dance.
“And you tried to attack a lady of the court princess, but ye don’t see me screaming at yeh!” He replied, running a couple of stairs a head of you and blocking your path.
“You’re screaming at me now Harry!”
“Because yeh not listening to me!” He put his hand to your face but you snatched it away.
“Because you’re being a dick!”
“No, you’re being a dick!” He took a step downwards so you were both stood on the same ledge.
“I am not! Clearly you’re the di…”
Before you could finish, Harry let go of his hook, placing both of his hands either side of your head, ignoring the clanging sound of metal as he pulled you towards him. He didn’t even pause for a split second, his mouth colliding with yours, leaving you no time to react. Suddenly he was kissing you like he was afraid to continue and afraid to stop all at the same time. His lips were surprisingly warm and soft, fierce yet powerful, but you were stunned, paralyzed almost. That’s when he pulled away.
“I’m sorry… I … I shouldn’t have done th..”
It was your turn to cut him off. You grabbed the front of his shirt and didn’t let go, your lips crashing together messily. All you could taste was Harry, spearmint and sea salt, as you moved your hands to his shoulders, then the back of his neck, then his hair. Neither knew who was breathing for who, his lips hot and strong against yours, his hands snaking around your waist. You eventually broke the kiss and you stood their, grinning at each other as you felt a weight lifted off both of your shoulders. Your forehead and noses were still touching, your hands flat against Harry’s chest, his hands gripping too tightly on your hips.
“I think I love you Y/N” he breathed.
“You think. Gee thanks” You joked, nuzzling your face into his neck.
“Yeh never know when to shut yeh mouth now do yeh?” Harry laughed quietly, moving your face away to look him in the eye..“I love yeh Y/N Y/L/N”
“I love you Harry Hook”. You kissed his cheek “But this still doesn’t change the fact that you’re a dick”

Show Me That You Love Me

(ao3, buzzfeed article that inspired this nonsense)

(Monday, Feb 6)

Clarke: FYI, I’m telling my coworkers that we’re dating so this creep will stop hitting on me
AT WORK

Bellamy: You can’t just leave it at that.
How creepy are we talking?  
You know if I don’t get specifics my mind jumps straight to the worst-case scenario.

Clarke: It’s not that big a deal? Mostly just annoying
But he won’t take no for an answer so I told him I had a boyfriend

Bellamy: Not a girlfriend?

Clarke: They know I’m bi already because I ranted about gross stereotypes at the Christmas party
It’s why they instituted a two-drink limit
And if he doesn’t respect my hard “no” I doubt he’ll respect my girlfriend’s so
Boyfriend

Bellamy: You sure you don’t want to date him? He sounds like a charmer.

Clarke: I was sure the first fifteen times he asked and my decision hasn’t wavered.
I wouldn’t have even mentioned it to you except I know Anya comes to the bar sometimes and I didn’t want you to blow my cover

Bellamy: Consider your cover secure.

Clarke: Thanks. I owe you one.

Bellamy: What are fake boyfriends for?

* * *

(Wednesday, Feb 8)

Clarke: WTF???

Bellamy: I see you got my flowers.

Clarke: They’re hard to miss seeing as they take up MY WHOLE CUBICLE
It smells like a rainforest
My allergies are killing me
Seriously. Why.

Bellamy: Can’t I just show my fake girlfriend that I appreciate her?
Why must you always assume I have ulterior motives?

Clarke: Because I know how expensive flowers can be and you’re the biggest coupon-clipping Scrooge I know

Bellamy: I’m helping!
I’m just trying to back up your story, Princess.

Clarke: You’re just trying to embarrass me in front of my coworkers is what you’re doing

Bellamy: Remember that time you made me do karaoke with you?
Some might consider us even now.

Clarke: You know Valentine’s Day is next week right? If you do something like this on a random Wednesday, you’re going to have to do something for that too or else Cage will think we’ve broken up

Bellamy: So I’m going to have to top myself is what you’re saying.

Clarke: I don’t think that’s what I said at all

Bellamy: If you insist, Princess.

Clarke: I don’t insist. I STRONGLY DO NOT INSIST.

Bellamy: Unrelated question: what song would you most like to have serenaded to you?

Clarke: If that’s how it’s gonna be then start preparing yourself
Cause it’s on, Blake

Bellamy: Dammit, I did not think this through.

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BTS Hyung Line Reaction- Orgasm Denial

Anon Request: Can you do a BTS reaction to orgasm denial ? (like their s/o inflicting it on them) Thank you sooo muchhh ❤️❤️


Author’s Note: Sorry I really am so busy wth school these days so I seperated this request to Hyung Line only. Please let me know if you want a maknae line too


Jin:

Your boyfriend was always so kind towards you. He would do whatever you wanted during sex, if you wanted him to go faster he would, if you wanted him to eat you out until you start seeing stars he would obey. You loved it, every second of it but you always wanted to try out new things and he was kind of old fashioned when it came to sex. So here you were, dedicated to give him a lesson. You’ve been pumping his length up and down, spitting on it, changing the pace, squeezing and releasing it with a relentless pace, his face changing every second, seeing you all over him pleasuring him in the ways he could never imagine of, groaning and letting breathy moans escape his now plump lips from biting on them for so long. It’s been almost an hour now and he started to feel pain growing along with pleasure, he wanted it to end he wanted to climax more than anything, but he was still kind towards you asking whether he could come. But the answer is no, he will take it like the good boy he is.

‘Y-Y/N please may I cum now? Please let me cum I can’t take it any longer. I feel like exploding please baby let me…’

‘Not until you learn your lesson Jin. Tell me, tell me that you will try new stuff in bed or else you are not cumming for a week.’

You started to rub the tip of his cock and he throw himself further into your hand, the pleasure becoming too much for him. He started to moan in a more high-pitched voice, sweat making its way down his chest to his abs. When you leaned down to his cock you felt hands holding your shoulders and Jin flipped you over the bed, taking off your underwear in an instant.

‘Okay then how about we change the game a little tonight jagiya?’

That night was the first time you saw dominant Jin and definitely not for the last.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi:

It simply started with you offering him a blowjob. He has been working on the new comeback and you witnessed him not leaving his chair for 10 hours straight. You knew he was stressed and you knew he lowed it when you blow him so why not. You were on your knees, his length filling your mouth and hitting you throat. It was not painful at all and you lost the urge to gag so you were taking him perfectly in every way possible. His low groans were an encouragement for you to take him deeper, harder, moving your tongue to change the pressure you put in. He hissed removing your hair from your face.

‘Oh babygirl you drive me crazy. A-ahh baby I won’t be able to hold it much longer.’

And that’s when you had a spark. You suddenly take him out letting his dick fall to his stomach hard as a rock. He looked at you confused and saw the smirk on your face. What the hell were you doing. You knew really well not to tease him, you remember the many night when he punished you, you squirming underneath him, not being able to even talk because of overstimulation. You well knew your little game will be over soon when he looked at you with a dark yet sexual way. In the blink of an eye he pulled your hair toward his lips making your body shock with pain. He leaned in closer to your ear, his breath on your neck sending waves of pleasure down your core, arousing you unbelievably. He let out his breath and whispered.

‘Bad girls don’t deserve to get their candy Y/N, and by the looks of it you need a punishment for being a disrespectful bitch.’

Originally posted by scartic

Namjoon:

You were screaming by this point. Yes, you may be on the top and going up and down on Namjoon but he always made sure that he was the dominant one. Even though you ended up with reverse cowgirl he was still pounding into you mercilessly, your clit throbbing with sensitivity and You were trying to meet his thrusts moving yourself up and down, holding your breast to stop them from jiggling around. You were a moaning mess and you knew that everybody in the damn apartment knew what you two were up to.

‘Louder baby I want every damn soul here to know that I am the one making you feel this good. Oh such a pretty ass lean down a little so I can have a perfect view of your cunt.’

You instantly obeyed and opened your eyes half closed. You saw yourself on your makeup mirror which turned you on more. You could see your boyfriends well defined leg muscles moving and him gripping your hips, spreading them. Your eyes suddenly spotted a crack on the mirror and you knew Namjoon broke it when you were away. You were mad. So mad that you instantly got off of Namjoon and stood up on your feet. He groaned when he lost contact with your tight pussy, it was so painful for him to keep his orgasm.

‘WTF Y/N???’ He screamed.

You looked at him angry and started yelling at him how you were so tired of him breaking your things. You looked for an answer, you waited for him to yell back at you, but that never came. He answered with a cold but steady tone.

‘Fine then…but mark my words, I will never forget your bratty attitude just now. I will show you who is in charge when it comes to house rules, especially when it comes to sex.’

He didn’t punish you with sex that night…or any following night. Your punishment was no sex for one month and you damned yourself for making that stupid mistake.

Originally posted by kimdaily

Hoseok:

One thing Hoseok loved more than rough sex was the intimate and slow exploration you two had together every late Sunday morning. He loved your hands slowly tracing his lower stomach and how he lost himself when your hair tickled his arms, his chest. You slowly moved your hand down and grabbed his now hard cock with both of your hands. He hissed and pushed his head back giving you full access to his beautiful neck. You started licking it slowly from his Adam’s apple until you reached his earlobe and he groaned. Your hand moving up and down, now wet his precum, the pleasure rising every second you touched him.

‘Keep going slow baby I want this to last as long as possible. Fuck baby I can feel your wetness on my thigh. You have no idea how much you turn me on.’

That was the moment when you decided to play as he wished. In a couple of minutes his breath got faster, his legs twitching from time to time to suppress the feeling to cum.

‘I-I’m gonna cum baby. Fuck let me cum on your beautiful breasts.’

But that was a no for you. You pulled our hands away from his cock and travelled them to his nipples, the wetness of your hand turning him on to a higher level.

‘Ohhh if my kitten wants to paly it like that then fine, I have a lot of free time today. But you know I will get my revenge sooner or later babygirl.’

Originally posted by hobies


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Anon- A very good HC 10/10

@prettylittlepasha (Its not linking you, for some reason, sorry!)
You’re so welcome, thank you so much for the reblogs, and I’m really glad you like my style! <33

Anon- Maybe one day! I’m not great with being watched, tbh, it makes me really conscious of all the mistakes I make as I paint!

@mistye-dawne Haha! Thank you so much! I’m replying here because honestly I don’t really have much, anyone is totally welcome to build on what I post for it, or veer off and make their own stuff! (I can’t claim cafe AU’s, everyone and their mum has one ;P) I figured maybe it stays open til’ midnight (maybe ‘midnight’ cafe, since Nemuri is the manager?) Aizawa stumbles across it after a particularly long day of lecturing and grading, amazed that there’s actually somewhere to get coffee after hours. There’s also a local cat that pretty much stays there all day, which sealed the deal.

 Hizashi works the most shifts, and is obnoxious as always, Nemuri is a good boss, and an overzealous wingman, Toshi and Nao work there part-time (low key ship). And I want to get in the other characters too. But that’s literally all I got! No plans, I’m winging it :’). 

Extra notes I guess: Aizawa still teaches class 1-A, just at university age instead! And it IS set in Japan, I’m going for a more European feeling for the cafe interior because I’ve woefully never been to Japan, and I’d inevitably trip up on the food or decor. I want to try designing some of the things they sell there eventually, and I will probably research Japanese cafe food/desserts, along with having some things I’m more familiar with (pastries etc…)! I’m mostly just a hack though, sorry :P. (Maybe Nemuri visited Europe and decided to recreate the cafe feel, who knows ¬-¬)

Anon- I don’t particularly like Ochako/Deku, just because I’m way more invested in them as friends, and we need more characters that don’t get together just because they’re the opposite gender. Other than that…I love allll the teachers and adults in the show, I pretty much ship everyone if its presented well. I don’t really ship the students much, but I’m way out of school and they just feel too young to me, (even aged up to third year or whatever ppl do when they draw that stuff) I go up to hand holding and smooches before its like mmnope.

(And it kinda goes without saying that I don’t ship the teachers with the students, it might seem exciting when you’re young and at school, but its…like, its just…no teacher should do that, its wildly inappropriate, and generally emotionally manipulative. (we had a few cases in my school and its just not good) I get that its fictional when people draw/write it, and they can avoid the unhealthy parts of it, but I don’t think its a good thing to encourage, even when its not harming anyone directly.)

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interconnection | myg

summary: you can never trust anything in the wizarding world. not even your own goddamn journal. 

{hogwarts!au}

pairing: yoongi x female reader
word count: 8k
genre: fluff
a/n: all poetry in y/n’s journal written by yours truly! obviously, anything written in yoongi’s journal is written by him. also, i know the word count’s pretty short in comparison to my seokjin fic, but a majority of this fic is in messaging format, which explains both the great physical length and the shorter word count. inspired by this drarry fic, which rocks and u should read.

“all art is quite useless.” — wilde, 1890.

The first thing your mother bought you in Diagon Alley, age eleven, was a worn, brown leather journal, its pages tinted and stained but empty nonetheless. She got it off of the highest shelf in the top corner of the crowded bookstore, stretching her arms and legs to reach it, the last of its kind.

“What’s this for?” You asked as she placed it in your open, waiting palms.

“For you to write in while at Hogwarts,” she said. “I find that words always seem to have a better way of flowing when on paper rather than out loud. Don’t you?”

“I dunno,” you responded, shrugging your little shoulders as you placed the journal in your cauldron along with the rest of your required schoolbooks. “Isn’t it dumb to keep a journal?”

“Only if you treat it as such,” your mother replied, as sage as she always was. “Come, let’s get you a wand.”

With the mention of a wand, your mind wandered far from the beaten leather journal in your cauldron as you skipped out of Flourish and Blott’s, unaware of how significant the journal would end up being in your later years at Hogwarts.


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GOT7 REACT: To waking up without you

THIS IS THE REQUEST THAT GOT PARTIALLY DELETED ;-; I WORKED SO HARD ON IT AND THEN I HAD TO RE-DO IT ASDFGHJKL UGH I CAN’T FIND THE REQUEST ITSELF SO I’LL DO A LITTLE SCENE EXPLANATION 

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Scene: The past few days had been really stressful on your relationship. To make things worse, because he hadn’t been able to spend as much time with you he was feeling as if you two were growing distant. Having had a nightmare with you leaving him he awoke startled and found you were missing.


JB: He would have woken up and when he saw the empty space beside him he would be shocked. He was sure it had just been a bad dream. He would sit there for a few minutes just blinking, trying to wrap his head around the situation but the sound of something falling and your frustrated voice made him snap out of his thoughts. He would race out of the room to find you picking up the coat rack your cats had knocked down, water bottle tucked underneath your arm.

“Oh, sorry did that wake you?” you would look up to see him with a slightly worried look on his face.

“No…here let me help you.” relief would flood him as he realised you had only left to get some water. He’d help you put everything back and when you two returned to bed his embrace around you would be much firmer than before.

Mark: He had been tired and stressed out the entire day. So much, that you two had avoided speaking to each other very much. When he went to bed he wasn’t prepared for the nightmare that would welcome him into the realm of dreams. You were angry with him. Furious. But a silent fury that ended with you vanishing before his eyes.

When his eyes flew open his hand would instinctively reach for yours, only to grasp hold of empty sheets. “Y/N?” His voice wasn’t loud. But the emptiness sent some sort of urgency through and you sped back into the room, a glass of your favourite almond milk in your hand. It was a ritual you always had before going to bed. You had forgotten to that night and you had awoken to the craving.

“Are you okay, Mark?” He would pause at your question and realise how frightening it was to even imagine you leaving. The stress on your relationship wasn’t getting better with all the silence and once you were settled back into bed he’d pull you into an embrace and talk about his feelings and his fears, hoping that seeing this vulnerable side to him was something that would make your bond stronger.

Jackson: When he woke up without your arms wrapped around him he would call out your name, his voice getting louder and more panicked each time. 

“Jackson what’s wrong?!?” When you raced in holding a mug of tea he’d be relieved and relax a little, although he’d question why you were up making tea in the middle of the night.

“Seriously Y/N, tea? Did you make enough for two cups? I think I need something to calm me down.” He wouldn’t want to worry you about the real reason he was so worked up, but he’d be a lot more clingy than usual.

Jinyoung: When he jolted awake his heart was racing. He would look to his left and find a vacant pillow and the comforter thrown off. The mattress vaguely held the shape of your body and his mind would blank. Instinctively he’d jump out of bed and start running around the house, calling your name and checking every room. Near his wits end his eyes would begin tearing up, the awful feeling that had stayed from the nightmare growing. 

“Jinyoung-ah?” Behind him the balcony door would open, making him jump a little. “What’s wrong?”

Hearing your soft voice would make his shoulders fall and his eyes close in reassurance that you were there. “So you were out on the balcony. You scared me.”

“Sorry, I wanted to get some fresh air…I didn’t think you’d wake up. Were you crying?” you would watch him make his way towards you, the both of you out in the night air.

“No…maybe…don’t just leave like that jeez.” he’d be embarrassed but so relieved at the same time.

Youngjae: The night was frustrating. He was tossing and turning, and in his mind the argument you two had had just before going to bed was replaying over and over again. His eyes shot open when the door slammed and he jumped out of bed. He looked back to see you but you weren’t there.

“It was just a dream…it was just a dream. The door?” He would start to panic, running out to see if the front door was open. The locks were all there, and there was silence. Where had the sound come from? Tears would begin to well up, and the unsettling feeling would begin to grow. “Y/N!”

“Youngjae, I’m in here!” you pushed open the door of the storage closet, holding up the mosquito zapper. “I left the window open and there are a few mosquitos but then the door of the storage room was too heavy to keep open so it slammed and it was pretty loud, sorry if it woke you -wait…are you crying?”

He would be so relieved to hear your voice and see that you were still there. “Y/N don’t ever leave me, okay?”

BamBam: Just before going to bed he had a bad feeling. You two were both tense due to a heated discussion about work and the stress you both faced. Although it wasn’t a full blown fight it still made him feel uncomfortable about your relationship and his nightmare’s fabricated from that feeling. You had left him and that was the final straw. When he awoke in a cold sweat and you weren’t beside him he would have thrown the comforter off and be out the door, calling for you.

“Bambam?” your voice came from the bedroom and when he returned he saw you were standing in the doorway of the bathroom. “What is it?”

“Nothing…I just couldn’t sleep.” he would clear his throat and avoid your eyes, not wanting to admit he had thought you would actually leave him. He shouldn’t have a single doubt about you and he was ashamed he did.

Yugyeom: He woke up with a sinking stomach and a racing heart, His mind buzzed and he turned to see what he had feared, having hoped his dream was just a nightmare. But the empty space that was now cold seemed to verify his fears. He searched for you everywhere, called your phone, everyone else as well and when his hyungs arrived to calm him down it was then that the note on the door was discovered.

Yugyeomie~

I’m going to go hit the gym and get some things from the store, breakfast is on the table and please remember to feed the fish. My phone wasn’t charged so I’m leaving it at home, I’ll be back in a few hours.

Love,

Y/N

P.S. DON’T YOU DARE EAT ALL MY SNACKS LIKE YOU DID LAST TIME.

You came home to a crying giant maknae being comforted by his hyungs.

Being in a polygamous relationship with Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield would include

Originally posted by starkquinzel

  • your parents being shocked and feeling weird, at the beginning 
  • watching them while they’re working out 
  • them pulling out poses whenever they catch you staring
  • always spoiling you with gifts
  • traveling together 
  • weekly movie nights
  • fighting about what movie to watch
  • you always end up being the winner
  • them pouting and looking cute af 
  • you being the one in the middle every time you cuddle   
  • silly pics 
  • always posting pretty pictures of you on Insta
  • with cute little captions
  • them being possessive over you
  • always needing to have some kind of physical contact with you
  • Tommy likes holding your hand
  • Haz prefers having his arm around your waist
  • both of them being very protective of you, as well (Like no one can flirt or touch you (especially in an intimately way) or worse hurt you) (Honestly I feel bad for the ones that hurt you… They would knock him down, and if it was a girl hurting you… They would be pretty rude) 
  • sometimes they will compete against each other (even tho you love both) 
  • listening to music together (after a lot of arguing because of the different music tastes) 
  • making lovey-dovey playlists for each other
  • skinny dipping
  • playing video games together (or just watching them) 
  • whenever you’re playing with them, they always lose so that you’ll be happy
  • you being the price every time they’re playing against each other 
  • It may end up with the three of you 
  • taking bubble baths together
  • eskimo kisses
  • knowing their twitter passwords and tweeting random stuff from their accounts
  • fangirling over celebrities together
  • “OMG i’d so make out with Chris Evans!”
  • “same”
  • reading fanfics together whenever you’re bored
  • food fights
  • adopting a parrot together
  • naming it RDJ
  • teaching it to speak
  • “RDJ, say “a$$hole”
  • their families adoring you
  • hanging out with their moms 
  • taking sneaky pics of your boyfriends when they’re asleep
  • them looking after you when you’re feeling down
  • the making out sessions can either be really sweet and soft or really rough and hot
  • it could be a make out session with just one of them or with both 
  • normally with both of them it gets heat really fast 
  • the sex is mind blowing
  • you receive more than you give (and be ready for not be able to walk properly in the next few days) 
  • none of you three can be quiet
  • having sex with music playing in the background (normally chose by the boys)
  • when one of them is away it’s okay for the other two have sex
  • whoever is away, always wants to know how it was (so he/she can be better)
  • and because it may turn them on • Teasing them when you’re away   
  • with really sexy skype calls (it would drive them insane!) 
  • sexy pics 

this was a tiny collab between the amazing and beautiful @we-all-have-a-psychopath and i. hope you enjoyed it!

The Friendly Wager (Part 4)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,578

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, unrealized romantic tension, drinking

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

I’m really behind on posting my parts for this challenge, I’ve got a long weekend, I wanna move this along because I’m dumb and entered another challenge, and I don’t wanna be a PIA for Kait, so I’m posting more frequently. Tags are closed.

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Originally posted by dailyevanstan

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Angel

Steve x Reader
WC 2097
Summary It’s Halloween and you’ve dressed up as your nickname, Angel, with the hopes of seducing a certain Super Soldier
Warnings description of lingerie, alcohol use, swearing, seduction (is that a warning?) unprotected sex
AN I needed to give Steve some Halloween loving

It was Halloween evening and you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup. Taking one last look in the mirror, you swiped on some sparkly lipgloss and giggled to yourself. Everyone was paired up and scheduled to be on candy duty, leaving Tony’s party and hand out candy at some point through the evening and you were paired up with Steve; tonight was the night you were finally going to make a move on him.

While you were waiting for the elevator, you checked out your reflection in the mirrors - dewy complexion, sparkly, soft makeup, glitter in your hair, and attached to your headband, a sparkly silver halo. You looked like a perfect angel - complete in your all white, flowy dress and white wings.

As you entered the elevator, you heard Natasha call out for you to hold the door open.

She entered and gave you a once over, “Don’t you look sweet.” She was dressed all in black, her outfit completed with cat ears and a tail.

You smirked at her, “Yep. So sweet and innocent. That’s me alright.” Somehow, among the Avengers, you had ended up with that reputation. You had all been drinking one night and the subject of sexual partners had come up and people were confessing their numbers; suffice to say, yours was lower than everyone else’s and they teased you mercilessly, giving you the nickname ‘Angel’.

Nat tilted her head, watching you closely, “What are you up to, Angel?”

You smiled sweetly at her, “Nothing at all.”

She burst out laughing, “I don’t buy that for one moment. Who are you on candy duty with?”

Your smile got bigger, “Steve.”

She grinned at you, “Mmm hmm. I can only imagine where this is going.” The elevator stopped on floor for the party and Natasha stepped out first taking a few steps, “Go get your man.” She turned to you and winked at you then saw how the light shone through your dress turning it almost transparent, illuminating what you were wearing underneath and she let out a low whistle, “Poor guy wont know what hit him.”

You laughed walking out of the elevator, making your way to the bar. You knew that the dress was transparent in certain light so underneath you were wearing a white bustier, lacy white underwear, white garter belt, and sheer white stockings accentuated by impossibly high silver heels. You didn’t really care who saw your undergarments since it covered just as much as a bathing suit would but you hoped that seeing your get up would have some effect on Steve.

As you approached the bar, you felt strong hands rest on your hip and pull you towards them.

“Tony!” you squealed as he pinched your side.

“What’s with the get up, Angel?”

You grinned, “Figured I’d live up to the name.”

He laughed, “Yeah, no. I saw you get off the elevator. You do know your dress is see-through, right?”

You feigned a wide-eyed, innocent look, “What? No! You don’t say. Whatever shall I do now?”

He looked at you knowingly, “You’re on candy duty with Spangles, right?”

You felt your face heat up, “Yep.”

Tony shook his head, “I feel bad for the guy.”

You giggled, “I don’t think you necessarily need to feel bad for him.”

He chuckled, giving you another squeeze, “You know what I mean.”

You tapped his pirate’s hat and grinned, continuing your walk to the bar.

When you reached the bar, you tried to catch the bartender’s attention when you felt someone approach you from behind.

Looking over your shoulder, you saw it was Bucky dressed as a clown.

“Don’t you look adorable,” he smiled at you, leaning his arms on the bar.

You smiled at him, “Thanks, Buck. Scary clown or sweet clown?”

He grinned, “Sweet. Like the kinda clown that makes balloon animals for kids.”

You laughed, “It looks like it.”

Bucky finally got the bartender’s attention and ordered himself two beers, turning to you to ask what you were drinking.

“Vodka on the rocks.”

Bucky nodded to the bartender then turned sideways, looking at you, “Vodka?”

You shrugged, “Figure best to stick to clear drinks; don’t want to get the costume dirty.”

He looked at your costume and he smiled at you, “You look cute.”

You giggled in response, “Thanks, Buck.”

The bartender returned with your drinks and you looked at him, questioning why he ordered two beers.

“Me and Steve.” He tipped up his bottle in a cheers, “Enjoy your night, Angel. See you later.”

You spent some time at the bar, nursing your drink, chatting with your friends in passing always keeping an eye on the time since you and Steve had one of the last candy shifts.

You were sitting at the bar when Sam approached you and pulled you to your feet, “Come on, Angel. Come dance with the Devil.” He wiggled his eyebrows and twirled his red devil tail around.

Taking his hand, you laughed as he pulled you to the dance floor and began dancing with you. Taking your hand, he spun you around and pulled you close to him, “What are we gonna do with you, Angel?”

You raised a brow at him, “What do you mean?”

He laughed, “C’mon. You know we can see through your dress. Think it’ll work?”

Grinning you shrugged, “I certainly hope so.” Glancing again at the clock, you stopped dancing and pressed a kiss to Sam’s cheek, “Gotta go, Sammy, candy duty.”

“Be gentle with him!” he called to your back.

You took the elevator down to the lobby and found Steve already there handing out candy.

“Hey Y/N, nice of you to join me.”

You bumped him with your shoulder, “You’re early,” you whined, “I’m on time!” Looking over at his costume, you smiled, “You look great!”

Steve was dressed as Indiana Jones, complete with bullwhip and he glanced over at you, looking at your costume, he grinned, “Aw, don’t you look cute!”

You stiffened slightly, “Thanks,” you muttered.

The two of you were busy handing out candy for quite some time; each of you had a bowl filled with candy and the lobby was filled with kids coming to celebrate halloween with the Avengers. Soon enough, your bowl was almost empty.

“Where can I find more candy?” you asked Steve, starting to worry.

“Behind the security desk; Tony has the bowls prepared already but if we’re really running low, there are some boxes in the front office.”

You quickly checked behind the security desk and saw there was only one bowl left. “Hey Steve,” you called out getting his attention, “I’m going to see if I can find anymore candy. We’re really running out.”

He gave you a nod and you walked to the front office. You tried turning on the light but for some reason, it wouldn’t work; you guessed it was because it was after hours that only emergency lights were on, casting a soft blue glow around the room.

You couldn’t find any candy so you walked around the room and saw some empty candy boxes tossed behind the desk. You rolled your eyes and pulled off your wings and halo, walking behind the desk, you crouched down to move some of the boxes as you tried to find a full one. There were more empty boxes than you realized and you don’t even know how long you were in there for when you heard Steve calling you from the doorway.

“Y/N? You okay?”

“Yeah! I’m just looking for more candy!’ You were bent right over trying to get to the last box when you heard him walking into the room.

“All the kids are gone and it’s getting pretty late. I don’t think -” he stopped speaking suddenly so you looked over your shoulder to see him standing almost right behind you. Swallowing hard, he continued, “I don’t think we need anymore candy.”

“Oh,” you moved to stand up when you felt his hands grip your hips holding you in place. “Uh, Steve?”

He gave your hips a squeeze, “Yes Y/N?”

“Wh- what are you doing?”

He came to stand behind you, close enough that you could feel the heat emanating off him, “Just helping you up, Angel.”

“Oh, that’s it,” you muttered to yourself, knowing full well he could hear you. You moved yourself so your ass was pressing against him, “I don’t need help getting up,” you purred.

His hands squeezed harder, pulling you impossibly closer, “Neither do I.” He pulled you so you were standing up, your back flush against his front and he brought his mouth to your ear, “Have I told you how much I like your Halloween costume?” He tilted your head slightly to the side, “You look so sweet in it,” pressing a kiss to your neck, he bit down lightly, “sweet enough to eat,” he moved his mouth to that spot behind your ear, sucking lightly, “especially the part that’s underneath.”

Your breath caught in your throat and your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

His hand lightly skimmed across your throat, thumb teasing your wildly beating pulse, “Am I making you nervous, Angel?” the way he said the nickname was positively sinful.

You brought one hand to cover his, “Not nervous, Steve. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

Without warning, he spun you around, crashing his lips to yours, walking you backwards until you were up against the desk. Grabbing your thighs, he lifted you up so you were sitting on the desk; he stood between your legs just barely pressing up against you, licking into your mouth, he pulled your lower lip in between his, sucking hard, making you gasp. Tugging the hem of your dress up, he pulled your dress over your head, leaving you in your lingerie. Pressing kisses up and down your neck, he all but growled at you, “When you stepped off that elevator, it took everything in me not to pick you up and ravish you on the spot.”

You were thankful you were sitting on a desk because your knees would’ve given out at his words. You took a breath and summoned every ounce of bravery you had, “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Steve pulled back, looking you in the eye, he smirked at you, “As you wish, Angel.” He kissed you hard, then kissed down your neck, biting and leaving marks on your skin. His hands cupped your breasts, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples until you were arching into his hands.

“Don’t tease,” you gasped out.

One strong hand gripped the back of your head, pulling you to him, kissing you hard while the other teased your through the lace of your underwear.

“Fuck, Steve, please,” you whined, “I - I need to feel you.”

He smirked at you and quickly undid his pants, pulling his jeans and boxers down in one push. Wrapping one hand around his cock, he stroked himself while you watched him, your tongue swiping out across your lower lip as you let out a small moan, aching to taste him.

“Tell me how you want me, Angel. Tell me how you want it.”

Your hands gripped his shoulders, “Hard and fast, Steve. I want you to fuck me hard and fast.”

“As you wish.” He pulled your underwear to the side, rubbing his cock against your folds. He pushed himself in and you gasped at the feeling.

“Oh fuck Steve!”

His lips covered yours, swallowing your moans, thrusting hard and fast, one arm wrapped around you holding you close.

You broke the kiss, moving your lips to kiss and nip across his neck. When he reached in between your bodies to rub at your clit, you came, biting down hard on his shoulder to muffle your moans.

Steve rode your through your orgasm, chasing his own when he came, painting your walls with his cum. Slowing down, eventually he stopped, still inside you, resting his forehead against yours, both of you breathing heavily.

“Holy shit, Steve.”

“Holy shit indeed, Angel.”

You smacked him in the arm, “I’m never getting rid of that nickname, am I?”

He smirked at you, “Well, I mean, I just fucked you in the front office, with the door unlocked, so your nickname pretty much went to shit. But,” he pulled out of you, tucking himself back into his pants, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, handing you your dress, “maybe next year you can dress as a devil.”

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it’s friday afternoon and they’re not going out later, not going to any party. they’re back at isak’s place after school and getting changed into something more comfortable, even picking something from one of isak’s drawers. and when isak takes his shirt off, even calls him “hey, isak!” and isak looks up and even pokes his belly button and isak jerks back, half gasping, half laughing and he says “oh, really?” and even wiggles his eyebrows and tries to reach for his belly button again, but this time isak is quick to make a step back, and another one when even tries to reach him again, and he asks “is this war?” and even shrugs, an amused smile on his face and he replies “maybe”. and that’s how even ends up capturing isak with his arms just a minuter later, that’s how they end up on isak’s bed, that’s how they end up kissing and laughing and kissing again 

after a little while, even asks isak “i haven’t seen eskild in a bit, what’s up with that?” and isak tells him “oh, yeah. one of his co-worker has been sick this week or something so he had to fill in for him. he’s like, been working non-stop” and even seems to think for a second before he says “i think we should do something nice for him. like, food and clean up a little? what do you think?” and isak looks up at him, his chin resting on even’s chest, a small smile across his lips and he says “you know you’re like the best person i know?” and he means it, from the bottom of his heart 

“i think eskild became a vegetarian a few weeks ago, so we have to make something without meat. pasta?” even lets out a chuckle, tells isak “we’re not making pasta isak, that’s all you guys eat around here” and isak replies “that’s not true!” and then he also lets out a chuckle, adds “i mean, it’s a little true.” even opens the fridge and looks around. “hmm, you know, once i had this tofu stir-fry with veggies, it was goooood” and isak says “sounds fancy. i trust your judgment” and even gives him a peck on the cheek, replies “you better”. and then they go to the grocery store, because there’s no tofu in the fridge, and the only vegetable they have is half a head of broccoli. isak puts a bag of chips and a bag of sweets in the cart, says “i mean, eskild loves chips and candies. plus, they’re vegetarian” and evens laughs and shakes his head. “i’m sure eskild will appreciate the thought” 

and so they make the stir fry. isak cuts the vegetables and the tofu into cubes, poking at the tofu, a questioning look on his face and he says “i’ve never had tofu before” and even tells him “it can be really yummy when cooked right.” even starts cooking, tosses the food around in the pan a couple of times, like he’s done this hundreds of times. when the food is done, he grads a fork, picks a piece of tofu and red pepper, gently blows on it and brings it to isak’s mouth. and isak eats the bite and nods in approval. “’ery ‘ood”. and then they quickly do the dishes, and at some point isak places his wet and slightly cold hand under even’s shirt, on the small of his back, and even starts a little in surprise, and isak tells him teasingly “revenge for earlier”

they put three plates on the table, the pan in the middle, and eskild arrives soon later, they hear him open the door. they also hear him walk toward the kitchen and say “oh wow, it smells good in here” and when eskild peaks his head into the kitchen, isak exclaim “tadaaa!” gesturing toward the table with his arms extended wide. and eskild simply stands there, and it takes him a second before he says “oh my god, you made this?” and isak tells him “well, even made this” and even wraps his arm around isak’s waist, says “isak totally helped me, it was teamwork”. and eskild looks a little tired but his smile is totally sincere and then he walks toward them, wraps an arm around each of them and they both hug him back and eskild sighs and says “you boys are the best” and isak tells him “well, you’re pretty great, too” and eskild ruffles his hair as he says “well thank you, baby jesus”

and they all sit and eat diner, and isak and even are holding hands on the table as eskild tells them about his day, about this cute guy he met at work and his annoying boss. he asks them about their week, says “i feel like i haven’t seen you guys in a week. i mean, i think i literally haven’t seen you guys in a week” and he lets out a little laugh and yawns. after a short while he ends up looking at his watch and saying “i think my wild and young days are over, i’m going to go to bed at nine on a friday night” he stands up and stretches out his limbs, and then gives each of them a long kiss on the cheek, says “thank you, thank you again. appreciate this a lot, boys” and isak laughs and wipes his cheek, says “you’re welcome, eskild, good night, sleep well”. and when eskild goes to his room, isak takes even’s hand and brings it to his face, plants little kisses on his palm and on each of his fingers, asks “dishes, then movie in my room?” and even smiles and nods, repeats “dishes, then movie in your room”

Body shots - Reggie Mantle/Ross Butler  Imagine

A/N: Hey guys, I have something for you, and because I wasnt active on tumblr since September I’m re-uploading my old stuff. pls tell me if u like it xx Lyx


“Veronica, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier.” And now the guilt was talking.

“Don’t be,” she side grins, “I know I can be a handful.”

“You’re not a handful, you just care. So thank you. You know, for everything. For being there for me–”

“Ugh okay,” Veronica interrupts and stands up from the bed. I’m taken aback by her actions. “No more of this sad, gloomy, mopy character, Y/N. You need to drink.”

“No, Vi. I don’t drink.” And I definitely didn’t want to go to that party.

“Well tonight you are going to and I won’t take no for an answer.”

I groan loudly, “Why is that every time I tell myself that I do not want to go anywhere near that party,  someone ends up dragging me in it.

“Because they care,” she places both hands on her hips in a serious manner, “I want you to have a good time and I’ll even stay by your side. Who knows maybe Reggie will try to win you over.”

“I doubt that Vi,” I scoff, “He wouldn’t want anything to do with me after everyone is around him.

 He’s probably fine with Cheryl anyways.”

I hated to even think about that. Maybe I really did get to him and he backed off or maybe he just didn’t care like I thought he would.

“You know that’s a lie Y/N. When Reggie doesn’t get what he wants he won’t stop. It’s who he is.” She begins pulling me on my arm. “Come on, for once in your life come with me and have a good time. It has to be boring sitting in here by yourself all the time.”

God, she was right. It was extremely boring sitting in here and watching everyone else have a time of their lives while I wish that I could be like them. I hated drinking only because I never tried. I hated smoking because I never smoked and I certainly didn’t want to. But drinking wouldn’t be so bad if I actually just tried it. I wasn’t going to get drunk, but I knew one drink wouldn’t kill me.

“We both know you’re just avoiding him, Y/N,” Veronica continues and she was right about that also. I didn’t want to see him for many reasons. The main reason being that I didn’t know what I’ll do if I did.

“I’m not even dressed.” I stood in shorts and a large t-shirt. Before Veronica arrived I was actually about to go to sleep before my lame life decided to butt in and tell a story about all of its problems like it was show and tell.
Veronica rolls her eyes and proceeds towards my closet.

“That’s what I’m here for,” she comments. My nerves were bubbling up with each hanger she pushed aside. I’m deathly terrified of what I’m going to find in that party or who to find more particularly.

She eventually pulls a pair of pants and one of my dress shirts.
She made a face before shrugging her shoulders, “This will have to do.”

“Why don’t I just wear what I wore the first time I went?”

“No no no,” she shoves the clothes into my chest and grabs my shoulders, getting in my face, “Rule number one of partying is to never wear the same the same thing twice. You may think people don’t notice, but honey, they will. Now go get dressed, your hair is fine and I’m sure you’ll do with the makeup you have on.

Well, that was a dumb rule. I’m not even sure if I’ll follow it.

I went to my bathroom and changed, brushed my teeth, and at least tried to make myself look presentable. I wasn’t looking to please anyone, but I definitely didn’t want to look like I just rolled out of bed though I pretty much did.


The music was pretty much the same as last time and the time before that, pretty much each time there was a party the music was exactly the same. It varied from rap to some type of screaming, hardcore stuff and literally sounded like the party-goers were here for a satanic ritual.

I stayed behind Veronica the entire time we walked towards the house. There were more people outside than the last time. At least something changed. I wished Reggie would just man up and tell his friends to stop throwing parties here. It is his house and he can pretty much get anything he wants if he just used his fists.

Vi wrapped her arm around mine and pulls me into the sea of people as we entered the house. Pretty much there were just more people here than any of the times I’ve went. I had no explanation for it other than the fact that Reggie’s friends must have really invited the entire population of Riverdale.

We finally entered the kitchen which was crowded as well. I definitely didn’t feel comfortable here or even safe. Vi drags me to the table where the alcohol was set and two guys were making googly eyes at her. I didn’t mind because I didn’t want them to even see me. I looked like a hobo standing next to Veronica.

“Berry or tropical?” She yells into my ear and I send her a confused look. She holds up two jugs of juice. “Berry or tropical?” she repeats and I go for the berry.

I didn’t pay attention to her fixing my drink. I was paying attention to pretty much everyone. Four guys were playing beer pong in the kitchen. There was scatters of small groups in every corner of the house and I didn’t even want to think about what Reggie’s corner of the house looked like. And I didn’t want to because Veronica shoved the drink in my face and smiled.

“I only poured a little bit of vodka in it so you’ll be fine! I’m sure you’ll barely even taste it,” she links her arm with mine and waits for me to take a sip. I sigh and take one to shut her up and I could definitely taste the vodka. It was bitter and it stung, nearly made me gag, but the juice made it a little better for me. Drinking was definitely not for me.

Suddenly everyone was pumping their fist in the air yelling “Shots, shots, shots!”
“What’s going on?” I ask Veronica who gets all excited.

“Someone’s doing body shots. Come on!” she begins dragging me out of the kitchen and towards the corner, Reggie and all of his friends are usually at and I suddenly get a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don’t know what body shots are, but I have a feeling I’m about to find out.

Veronica manages to bring us to the front of the crowd, nearly making me spill my drink and begins shouting with everyone. A girl with a firetruck hair was laying on the coffee table with her shirt all the way to her boobs and Chuck was hovering over her, licking up her stomach before he took the lime from her mouth and threw his fist in the air. The crowd began cheering for him and suddenly I felt a little better. I had a feeling it was Reggie and I don’t know what I would have done if I was him doing that to anyone.

“Alright, Reggie! It’s your turn, mate.” Chuck calls out and my heart stops. I couldn’t see Reggie due to the poor lighting, but I eventually do when he walks out of the shadows with Cheryl following him like a lost puppy. He was drunk. I could tell by the way he swayed a little and had a sloppy grin on his face. His eyes were completely bloodshot and droopy.

“I don’t know who to do it on, man,” Reggie tells Chuck and Cheryl begin jumping up and down.

“I’ll do it, of course,” She volunteers. I couldn’t watch this. I didn’t want to.

“Vi, I want to leave,” I yell into her ear, but she doesn’t budge.

“Yeah, that’s going to be a problem,” she gives me a sad smile and I narrow my brows, “He’s watching you.”

I still completely when I heard her, in fact, I feel a certain pair of eyes burning into my back. I thought maybe he was too drunk to even notice, but I guess everything seems to intensify when you’re drunk, especially how hard he’s staring at me.

I eventually turn around, gripping my cup so hard it was starting to crack. His sloppy grin was in a frown and his eyes were narrowed and distant. I’m pretty sure I was the last person he wanted to see right now.

“Y/N,” he says my name, and I inhale sharply. Suddenly I, not only felt his eyes on me but from everyone in the entire room. I raise my eyebrows questionably at him. “I want to do it on Y/N.”

“What?!” Cheryl says and my eyes widen. Did he just say that? I look at Veronica who looked as shocked as I was, then I looked at Chuck who looked confused. Everyone else didn’t have a clue what was going on. As far as they knew, I was just some girl who comes to the party.

“Well then give it up for Y/N!” Chuck eventually yells out and the crowd begins roaring and clapping. All that over a simple body shot? Things definitely were much more different from movies.

I shake my head, “No, I’m not doing that.” There was no way I was going to let Reggie lick me inappropriately in front of all these people.
Reggie walks towards me and I couldn’t even back away if I tried. Too many people were behind me. He grabs my hand, but I snatch it away from him. How could he even try to do this to me? Especially since what he did last night.

“Please, Y/N/ I’ll do it from your neck.”

“I think someone needs encouragement,” Chuck begins before raising his fists in the air. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” he eventually shouts and the rest of the people begin shouting my name with him. Now I definitely couldn’t let this down. not with the whole fucking house counting on me. Talk about peer pressure.

“Y/N, please,” Reggie begs.

“She doesn’t want to do it, Reggie, I’ll just do it,” Cheryl comes out of nowhere and Reggie pushes her away.

“Y/N,” Veronica calls my name and I turn to look at her. Hopefully, she could help me get out of this because I really don’t want to do this. “Just do it. It’ll be over before you know it.” Or so I thought she would help me…

This was too much for me. With everyone shouting my name, Cheryl gave me a death glare and Reggie begging me, his hand gripping mine for his life. I really missed his hands.

“God, fine! Only on the neck and then I’m leaving. You got that?” I give in and Reggie’s eyes light up. I’ve never seen them do that. I must remind myself that he’s drunk and I’m sure he’ll forget in the morning. That mistakes this whole thing a little better actually.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this with her,” Cheryl complains.

“Fuck off,” Reggie spits and pulls me towards the table. As much as I wanted to celebrate that Cheryl just got crushed at by Reggie.

I was freaking out.

“I’m not laying on that table, Reggie.”

“You don’t have to. Just stay right here,” he gives me reassuring smile before turning around to get something. I felt everyone’s eyes on me and I didn’t like it. This was all way too much pressure for me. I feel like I really don’t belong here.
Reggie turns around with a salt shaker and a lime in his hand.

 He grabs my drink and sets it on the coffee table, “I don’t want you drinking.”

“That’s not your decision.” He eyes me harshly before his hand brushes against my neck. moving my hair out of the way. Goosebumps begin to rise against my skin from his cool touch and he smirks. Even when he’s drunk. he notices everything.

I watch him as he pours salt into my neck and I begin to squirm. He chuckles and stills me with his large hands. There was so much electricity coming from the both of us that it was drowning out the fact that there were people watching us.

Right now I felt like it was only him. He was being too slow.

He hands me the lime, “Put it in your mouth backward.”

I do as I’m told and put the lime between my teeth, tilting my head a little so the salt wouldn’t go anywhere. Reggie just stares at me, not doing anything. Almost like he was in awe, but that couldn’t be right. He’s fucking drunk and he had the nerve to tell me that I couldn’t drink.

“Ready?” he questions and I impatiently nod my head even though I was far from ready.

I hold my breath when I watch Chuck hand Reggie a full shot glass. This was really happening and suddenly I could hear everything so clearly. All the hooting and hollering I could even hear Cheryl snicker somewhere and I’m sure if I listened hard enough, I could hear the sound of Reggie’s breathing getting intensely faster. I wanted to back out so bad, but the salt on my neck was starting to make me itch with anticipation. I just wanted to get this over with and leave. Save me from the embarrassment that was bound to happen. Nothing good ever happened at these stupid freaking parties.


Reggie gives me a look of reassurance before downing the shot and coming straight towards me. I freeze up as his hand wraps around my neck and his lips find the spot that he poured salt on. And of course, it was the exact spot that made me weak in my knees. He knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue grazes against my neck and I had to hold myself together. He was trying to torture me.

He leaves my neck, finally and grabs the lime with his teeth. He eyes me completely as he sucks the lime. Everyone begins hollering again, but Reggie wasn’t finished. I could tell by the devious glint in his eyes.

He then, spits the lime across the room, grabs my face and places his lips on mine. Right then, my mind– scratch that, my whole body went into this kind of shock that I didn’t even know what to do. I just completely froze under his lips. And hen his hand finds his way to my lower back and presses me into him, I gasp, giving him uninvited entrance. And the only thing that was running through my mind was.

God, I really missed his lips.

And screw it- that was the second thing. I grabbed Reggie by his plaid flannel that he was wearing and pulled him impossibly closer towards me. The shouting and whooping from everyone and Cheryl pitching a huge fit were long gone from me. I was on another fucking planet. I don’t know if it was from the twinge alcohol that was still Reggie’s lips or the rush from doing a freaking body shot with him, but I didn’t care.

He pulls away from me, completely breathless and I needed a moment before I could open my eyes again. And when I did I was awed by the fact that he was still closed. He eventually flutters them open, though, and they shined a bright gold color, flickering back and forth between my own.
“Meet me in my room please?” he whispers and I didn’t even have to hesitate to nod.

It’s going to be okay again.


12 Years of Christmas - 2014

An Our Little Secret Accompaniment

Summary: Dean and you throw a small party at the Bunker

Series Masterlist

12 Year’s of Christmas Masterlist

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Prompt: Wishing on a Star

Word Count: 950

Warnings:language, Dean’s POV

A/N:  Thank you so much for reading. This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thingand @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 Days of Christmas Challenge. Thank you to @atc74 for looking this over and the cover aesthetic


I grab two beers from the fridge, heading back out to the library. I could hear the laughter, the music, from here. She’d insisted on a Christmas party here, especially after Sam had started bringing Eileen around more and more.

There’s more people than I expected, pretty much everyone who had been at our wedding plus a couple other hunters we’ve met along the way. She’s standing there, all kinds of gorgeous in that silver top, laughing with Jody.

I hand the one beer to Sam and walk up behind her, wrapping my arm around her. She never stops talking as I kiss her shoulder, her fingers coming up and tangling through my hair for a moment.

She smiles up at me as I stand back up, “Hey handsome.”

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things you said

Originally posted by nochuu

prompt: things you said that i wish you hadn’t

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst

wordcount: 2338


Walking into your university’s building after a long weekend, you noticed your best friend Sofy sitting on the desks next to the big window wall, diligently going through her notes. You sped up your walk, letting out a relieved sigh at her sight and approached her slouched figure. With a big thud, you let your bag fall onto the ground and sat down beside her, making her straighten her posture and look up at you in confusion.

“Hey”, you sighed, moving a hair strand out of your face. “What are you studying?”

Her lips curved into an annoyed smile as she leaned back to show you her notes. “Japanese history. We have to do this stupid group presentation and you know how bad I suck at delivering presentations. I hate that professor.”

You grinned at her words. “I’m sure you’ll be fine. At least you don’t have to present it alone.”

She nodded before moving her notes to the side and turning back to look at you. “So? What happened yesterday? I mean, you texted me but I’m still confused as to what was actually going on.” Her face was covered in a mixture of worry and curiosity.

Only thinking about the event made you go sick. Never in your life had you experienced such a feeling of anger and frustration so bad that it made you go numb and sick at the same time, wanting to cry, scream and throw up all at once. Your hands started shaking again and tears welled up in your eyes as you shook your head at your best friend, trying to swallow the feeling of nausea.

“It’s a lot to explain, I don’t really want to talk about it”, you whispered. 

Happily, you walked into your classroom, relieved that the semester only had two weeks left and was coming to an end. Finally you would be free and do whatever you wanted without feeling guilty for neglecting university work. 

As you walked into the room, you saw him sitting on his usual spot. Instead of rushing to you with a loud exclamation of his nickname for you, paired with a huge grin on his face like he usually did, he kept staring down onto his phone, inserting his earphones and completely ignoring your presence. Your beaming smile directed at him slowly faded, as you sat down across from him in confusion.

Slowly, you took out your books as the classroom filled with more of your classmates, laughs echoing but you were stuck in silence. Deep in thoughts, you didn’t notice when the last missing part of your small group of three arrived, your friend Han. She sat down next to you as usual, but you were oblivious to that until you heard her whisper into your ear:

“Don’t talk to him today okay? He called me yesterday night and was really upset because of you. I’ve never seen him this angry.”

Irritated, you turned around to face her and raised an eyebrow. “He’s angry? At me? Why? What did I do?”

Han shook her head and only whispered “later” when the professor walked in and class started.

-

Ten minutes before class was supposed to end, Jungkook rushed out of class, excusing himself because he “had to go to work”. You knew him better than your classmates or your professor though and you knew that he never had to work for anything in his whole life. He was simply avoiding you.

Your heart clenched in your chest as you saw one of your closest friends walk out in anger, ignoring you so obviously on purpose while you didn’t even know what he was so pissed about. As class ended, Han lead you to the cafeteria where she bought herself lunch and you just sat across from her, waiting for her to explain.

“You really don’t know why he’s so furious?”, she asked you with a questioning look on her face as she shoved some weirdly smelling broccoli into her mouth.

“No, so can you please enlighten me?”, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest. Slowly but surely you were getting annoyed by this whole situation. 

“You made him wait and never apologized.”

Saying that you were startled would be an understatement. 

“What, when? What are you talking about?”, by now your forehead was starting to hurt from scrunching your eyebrows together. Nothing made sense to you.

“He confessed to you last week even though he wasn’t planning to and we told him not to do it because of all the stress with finals. As it was out there already then, he goes for it and asks you on a date. You unexpectedly say yes and let me tell you that Sofy and I definitely did not reckon with that. And yes, before you even ask - we both knew about his feelings for you. Anyway, you said yes and he called both of us right after the date, practically gushing over how perfect it went and that you agreed on going on a second date. Yet, when he messaged you and asked when you want to go on that second date, you took days to respond. That’s not cool (Y/N)”, Han finished her explanation with a judging look on her face and went back to eating whatever that was that was sitting on her plate. 

“Hold up. I never agreed to a second date. And I definitely did not take days to answer. You know me, I don’t do that”, somehow this situation made you feel really attacked and misunderstood. That was not at all how it went.

“Well, Jungkook said so and was pretty pissed. He was waiting for your answer and was really excited but when you finally answered, you declined and didn’t even apologize for taking so long. You literally said, and I quote, ‘why should I apologize for something I can’t influence?’“, her fork was playing with the salad she had gotten with the main dish while her eyes were drilling through yours.

“Did you read the messages?”, you simply asked. She shook her head and continued eating.

“Then I will tell you what happened from my point of view okay? If you are my friend, you know I would never do something like that. He messaged me last Friday, asking for that second date, yes. But I was at work until late that day and couldn’t answer his text. When I got home later that night, I forgot that I had a message but I responded that same night shortly before going to bed. I told him that he misunderstood my answer”, you weren’t done yet but Han interrupted you.

“How can one ‘misunderstand’ an answer? It’s either yes or no.”

Slowly you were getting frustrated because she apparently had already picked sides - if there was something like sides in this situation - and wouldn’t even let you finish explaining.

“We went to my place after the date and he asked me how I thought of it and I said it was cool because it felt like we were two friends chilling and not really like a date. Jungkook then went on to ask if I’d like to chill like that again then and I said well yeah, like friends for sure. That for me was the soft way of friend-zoning him. Additionally, before going on that date, I told him that I currently only see him as a friend but if he really has feelings for me, I’m willing to give it a shot and see if maybe I was just blind this whole time. He agreed and accepted that. I also explained to him that he might have misunderstood my answer to his question regarding a second date. I explained that I don’t think it’d be a good idea to go on another date because I don’t reciprocate his feelings and I didn’t want to hurt him by leading him on. We had a little fight because he said that I took too long to respond and that’s when I said that I can’t influence the times that I work nor when he messages me so I would not apologize for not responding immediately. He accepted that as well and everything was fine. When I asked him if he needed space now he said I should just act normal. But now all of a sudden he’s pissed?”, your tone turned into a harsher one towards the end, emotions slowly taking over. You were such good friends. Why did this have to happen?

“(Y/N), you have to change your behavior. Not texting people back is honestly so rude. You have to change if you want to keep us as friends”, was all Han responded before grabbing her plate and standing up. “C’mon, we gotta go to class.”

“She really said that? I mean, of course it hurts if you have to wait for an answer like that for several hours but damn you were at work. What do they expect?”, Sofy was getting pissed on your behalf now as well and her already pretty high pitched voice had risen even more.

“So then what? Did he turn up to the next period? You usually sit next to each other there, don’t you?”

You nodded and sighed. “Yeah we sit next to each other in that class and he did show up but I wasn’t having any of his bullshit so I sat with others. If he was ignoring me, I could do the same to him. After class, I wanted to escape fast and go home but we usually have to take the same bus to the train station so there was no escape. Han left with the words ‘You two should talk’ and we stood there at the platform, both fuming and not looking at each other.”

Sofy moved closer in anticipation and her eyes were widely looking at you, waiting for the following words:

“I started talking and said that I’m sorry that I hurt him like that. I didn’t mean to do that. He was my best friend - besides you - and I just didn’t want to lose him. But you know what he did at those words?”

She attentively shook her head. “No, what?”

You clenched your teeth together and inhaled deeply. “He huffed and rolled his eyes at me. When I said that he was my best friend and I didn’t want to lose him, he huffed and rolled his eyes at me!”

Tears were about to fall out of your eyes again, so you quickly blinked them away and continued: “He then interrupted me and said that he thought better of me. He didn’t think I’d stoop so low. That I was such a cruel bitch. That he’d mean more to me than those other dudes I apparently had done this to before. He even went on to say that I lead him on. When did I ever lead him on, Sofy? I told him from the beginning that I didn’t have any feelings for him but that I was willing to try it if he accepts that! But he has the nerve to tell me, I lead him on. Oh and he accused me of acting like nothing had happened when I clearly asked him if he wanted space but he specifically said, I should act normally! He said so many hurtful things to me Sofy. So many. I was shaking, tears were rolling down my cheek but he was also crying. It hurt so much to see him like that but it also hurt like hell to hear those words from him. Luckily, my train arrived in that moment and I just left. That’s when I texted you and almost threw up on the other passengers.”

Your hands were shaking again and the sickness was overwhelming. The hurt and the broken trust was just too much to handle, especially during exam season. Just as Sofy was about to put her hand on your knee in comfort, you saw his figure outside of the window, walking unknowingly in your direction. Hastily, you stood up, making Sofy back away in surprise.

“I needed to pee anyway. Please don’t tell him, I was here”, you threw at your best friend before making your way upstairs to the bathrooms. 

Being extra slow, not wanting to be confronted by Jungkook like that again, you waited longer than usual before leaving the restrooms. Just as you went around the corner of the hallway out of the restroom section, you saw him standing there, waiting for you. Anger flamed up inside of you, yet you tried to stay calm. Crossing your arms in front of your chest to stop shaking, you nodded in his direction and walked past him, ready to flee. 

That wasn’t his plan though. 

Jungkook grabbed you by the arm, making you turn dramatically like they always do in those dramas on TV. Ironically, you enjoyed watching them but being in one in real life was completely different. 

“C’mon (Y/N), don’t be mad, let’s forget about yesterday okay?”, with those words, he hugged your frozen frame, trying to ease the tension. Nevertheless, you were burning with anger inside. All the disappointment and hurt was gone in that moment, it was all anger. How dare he touch you like that after spitting hurtful insults at you the day before? So when he let go of you, you straightened your posture again and turned to walk down the stairs.

“I will never forget about yesterday”, was what you said before rushing down the stairs. You saw Sofy watching both of you from her seat and she wasn’t the only one. Other students had caught onto the scene as well, curiously waiting for what would happen next. 

That’s when you heard him shout from the top of the stairs, making you halt midway. “At least I’m not giving up on this friendship like you are doing!”

Bellamy Blake imagine: Accidents

Summary: Reader gets hurt accidentally because of Bellamy. He then brings her back to the camp and blames himself. Reader unintentionally confesses her feelings for him and he’s happy because he has loves her as well.

Word count: 2634


Originally posted by bebelusa003

I sighed from relief once I had reached my favorite place- little clearing with small pond. I had found this place like two weeks ago and since then I had been coming here to wash myself and relax. 

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Whispers of Love ♥ Message Cards ~Winter Ver.~

(from the January 2017 Otomedia. thank you to @belligerence for sharing scans and permitting me to translate!)

We’ve gotten some heartwarming, touching winter comments from these seven SHSL Mirai-hen men ♥ Who will you try to make some memories with this winter?

Monomi
Love, love, everyone!

Makoto Naegi
Q: If your crush looked cold, how would you warm them up?
A: I guess I’d give them something warm to drink… I’d like to try being cool by offering them my scarf, but I’d be a little embarrassed to. I think that kind of thing would suit someone stylish like Togami-kun, but I’d rather not look weird standing on my toes… so.

Byakuya Togami
Q: What would you do if it suddenly started snowing during a date?
A: You mean, other than take out an umbrella? Were you trying to suggest I should frolic in the romantic snowfall? It’s always such a grueling ordeal to attempt to understand the thoughts of you commoners.

Yasuhiro Hagakure
Q: What kind of winter fun would you like to go out and have?
A: Worshipping at a shrine first thing in the New Year! The key is to put on a big hood and go to the biggest shrine you can find. Try to look like you’re deeeeply religious and have a very important prayer to make, and worship there for a long time, so that you build up a lot of coins that were thrown from behind you. It’s fine to go alone, but if you can get someone to go with you, that’s just more profit you’ll be making!

Juuzou Sakakura
Q: Tell us about a winter memory.
A: When we were in school, Munakata got a crapton of chocolate for Valentine’s Day. It looked like a scene ripped straight out of a manga. He tried to hand some off to me and Yukizome because he said he couldn’t eat that much, but I was on my diet at the time, and Yukizome said “You can’t just delegate people’s feelings for you like that” or whatever and refused to take any, so for once he was losing his cool… I wouldn’t say this to his face, but it was pretty funny seeing him so flustered.

Kouichi Kizakura
Q: If your crush looked cold, how would you warm them up?
A: Personally, I’d like to give ‘em a hug, but, well, you gotta respect their personal space and all that. Holding their hand to warm it up, though… That’s a romantic situation I’d like to bring about. Lemme have that much, will you? I’m an adult.

Kyousuke Munakata
Q: Who do you know that would be the best escort on a winter date?
A: Sakakura, most likely. He’s accompanied me out often enough with Yukizome as a group of three. Since he likes sweets, he’ll take us out to the popular cafes and such, and since he’s resilient against the cold, he’s taken us out to look at all the lights on display as well. He might have complained about it, but that doesn’t stop him from being casually considerate, so wouldn’t the same apply to a woman he was dating? He wouldn’t be a boring date.

Ryouta Mitarai
Q: Would you rather go out or stay in for a date on a cold winter’s day?
A: On those kinds of days, I’d really rather stay home and enjoy some anime. We could even marathon some anime that aired during the winter. That’d be fun. And after that, I think it would be romantic if we each tried to compile some anime with good art of the snow.

Tease

Tyler is a tease and you’re getting tired of it. Josh finds out some things he wasn’t meant to and somehow you end up having a threesome with the two. aka the long awaited joshler x yn fic.
Pairings: Tyler Joseph x Fem!Reader, Tyler Joseph x Joshua Dun, Tyler & Josh x Fem!Reader
Warnings: degradation, semi-public shenanigans, unprotected sex, loads of joshler, some kinky shit goes down and i don’t even know how to tag it honestly. just read at your own risk~
Word Count: 4.1k
A/N: this is the closest to a cheating fic i will ever write so don’t ask for anymore like this lol

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Innocent [Bucky x Reader]

Originally posted by literarynicotine


Summary: “ Hi! I just wanted to request a Bucky x Reader angst/fluff imagine inspired by Innocent by Taylor Swift. You can take it in any way you’d like I just really think the song fits Bucky well. Thank you so much:) ” - Request from Anonymous

Series Warnings/Themes: ANGST (Get some tissues), A pinch of fluff, and profanity.

Author’s Note: Thanks for the request, Anon! This was a bit of a challenge to write, but a fun challenge nonetheless!

Y/N = Your Name

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Bucky Barnes has never seen this much blood.

His flesh hand presses up against your side, putting as much pressure as he can in attempt to stop the bleeding. You were running out of time, and he knew it. His comrades weren’t close enough to save you. He’s never felt so helpless.

Once upon a time, Bucky would have frozen at the sight of blood. After HYDRA’s experiments, he struggled with PTSD. That was long ago. Although he still feels unease around gore and has flashbacks to gruesome experiments, Bucky Barnes has found the ability to ground himself and lessen the panic. It was thanks to your support that he had the will to learn. 

This was a different story.

It wasn’t so much the violence and injury that bothered him. It was who these factors affected. 

He couldn’t do enough to save you. 

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