cause i am not okay with this man

anonymous asked:

oh man oh man oh man that headcannon of andrew sleeping on neil melted my heart, pleeeeease give me andrew randomly draping himself over neil (cause that boy doesn't gaf) at random intervals and people, foxes or otherwise, just having a meltdown cause! cute!! whattt?!?

This works so well with an idea I already have and I am excited. Okay, so:

  • Andrew and Neil get a lot more comfortable with the whole Andrew sleeping on Neil thing before there’s any chance of anything like it happening around other people
  • And even when it does, Andrew does it to be an asshole
  • He does it in front of Kevin first
  • (Which, side note, connects to the hc I have that when Andrew and Neil become more comfortable with touch around each other, they eventually start doing little subtle things when they are with just Kevin, but never anything beyond holding hands)
  • (Because they are around Kevin a lot and Kevin does not care and will just keep on talking about exy or doing whatever he was already doing like nothing odd has happened)
  • So, late Friday night Aaron randomly shows up at their dorm for something that both twins seem to think is pretty important
  • But Nicky, Kevin, and Neil have no fucking clue what it is
  • And Andrew disappears with Aaron without an explanation before any of them can ask
  • Andrew comes back again early in the morning
  • He looks like absolute shit and he clearly hasn’t slept
  • But he doesn’t say anything about where he went with Aaron
  • He completely ignores questions about what the hell happened
  • When Nicky tries to ask again, Andrew deflects by asking if Kevin is ready to go
  • Because Andrew has already reluctantly agreed to take Kevin to Exites on Saturday morning and he knows he will not hear the end of it if he doesn’t
  • Plus, he’s not really in the mood to stick around and have them ask him questions for the rest of the day
  • And Neil can’t just take Kevin to Exites because Kevin still gets nervous without Andrew around
  • (Also, side note, Aaron is no more helpful when asked by anyone about what the hell Andrew had to go help him with for five hours in the middle of the night)
  • (And Andrew never fucking says a word about it and pretends it never happened because he doesn’t care about talking about it and he doesn’t need to amplify the looks and comments he’s already getting from Neil for dropping everything to help Aaron in the middle of the night)
  • Anyways, back to the thing I’m supposed to be writing
  • So, Kevin is already ready and has been waiting nervously for Andrew’s return
  • Neil goes too because he likes Exites and he likes Andrew
  • Plus, Andrew operating on no sleep and going on a long trip alone with Kevin where the main focus is exy sounds like a terrible fucking idea

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Gotg prompt: how did Rocket learn to speak Groot?

“Repeat after me, Quill: I am Groot.”

“I am Groot,” Peter said dutifully. He felt like an idiot, but there were only a limited number of ways to while away quiet nights on the ship when neither of them could sleep. If it was him and Gamora, or him and Drax, they could spar, but he’d only tried sparring with Rocket once. It took weeks for the bite marks to heal.

Rocket’s oddly expressive – for a raccoon – face wrinkled in an expression of disgust. “Do you even hear yourself? That is nothing like what I just said.”

“Dude, that is exactly what you just said.”

“No, I said ‘I am Groot’ and you said ‘I am Groot’.”

“Which is … the same?”

Rocket stared at him for a long moment, then pointed at his snout. “Read my lips: I am Groot.”

“Was I supposed to repeat that, or …”

Rocket showed some teeth. Peter shut up. There was a moment of silence and Peter was just about to put his earbuds back in and quit with the language lessons when Rocket said suddenly, “Quill, if I say, 'I am Groot,’ just like that, what do you hear?”

“Is this a trick question? Especially the kind of trick question that’s gonna end in you pissing on my bed?”

“That was only once, and you had it coming –”

“Rocket –”

“No, for the love o’ cheese, it’s not a trick question. Just say 'I am Groot’.”

“I am Groot,” Peter said. “I feel like a complete jackass right now, in case that was your intent – hey, where are you going?”

“Jus’ need to get a thing!” Rocket’s voice trailed behind him.

Peter flopped back down in the chair in the mess and put his earbuds in. He was actually getting sleepy, and considering going back to bed, when Rocket jumped up onto the table in front of him with something clutched in his paws.

“What’s that?” Peter asked, sitting up. He palmed off the Zune and took off the earpieces. He had to hand it to Earth tech: the new music player was a lot more convenient to carry around than his late, lamented Walkman.

Rocket’s device was a thin, flat screen about the size of a hardback book; he had it clutched with a paw on each side while readouts rippled quickly across it.

“Okay, now say 'I am Groot’,” Rocket declared, studying the screen.

“Come on, man, do we really have to go through this again?”

“Humor me.”

Peter sighed and slouched in his chair. “I am Groot.”

Rocket’s ears pricked forward. “I am Groot,” he said, and tapped the display with his paw, causing the tiny, scrolling lines and numbers to freeze. “Did that sound the same to you?”

“Well … yeah?”

The flat pads of Rocket’s fingers danced across the display, and he laid the screen on the table between them. “Know what you’re lookin’ at?”

“Squiggly lines,” Peter said automatically.

“Did your mama drop you on the head a lot as a baby, Quill?”

“No, but Yondu did occasionally.” Peter rested his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. As much fun as it was to mess with Rocket, he did actually think he knew what the raccoon was getting at. “That wiggly line is some kind of … uh … noise – wiggle – curve, right?”

“That’s real precise.”

“I was abducted from Earth before we got to algebra in school. Cut me some slack here.”

“Excuses, excuses. I was raised in a cage and my mother had an IQ of 3.” Rocket touched the display, zooming in on it. “Point is, I don’t think it’s just that all a’ you two-legged bunch is too obtuse to understand perfectly clear speech –”


“– like I used to think. It’s more like, my ears hear at higher and lower frequencies than yours do, so I get different overtones. Put simply for the simple, I can hear things you can’t.”

Peter leaned forward, intrigued. “So, wait – you mean all this time, all his 'I am Groot’s sound different to you?”

He realized what he’d said as soon as the words left his mouth, and got the flat 'I am dealing with morons’ look from Rocket that he’d instantly realized he had coming. “How am I supposed to understand him if they don’t, Quill, I ask you?”

“Okay – point – but … so why does it sound like 'I am Groot’ to the rest of us?”

“It sounds like 'I am Groot’ to me too.” When Peter glowered at him, Rocket held up a paw. “No, I ain’t messin’ with ya. This time. No, that’s what the translation unit picks up, 'cause it ain’t so smart about some of the less humanoid languages. It’s just, I hear it like …” He hesitated and waggled his paw. “It’s like your music, right? All those up and down tones at the same time. Groot can do that. Your throat, my throat, can’t.”

“Singing?” Peter said after a minute. “Groot’s singing?”

“I refer you back to the part about bein’ dropped on your head.” Rocket pursed his lips and let out a sharp whistle, making Peter jump – there was still some part of him that couldn’t quite hear whistling and not expect a death arrow to follow an instant later. And he might not be the only one, because Rocket stopped abruptly, closed his mouth, and then said, “Quill, do this,” and hummed softly.

It wasn’t really a tune. “You just want me to hum?” Peter asked. “Like, generic humming?”

Rocket curled his lip and the hum became more of a snarl.

“Right, humming,” Peter said hastily.

The funny thing was, the instant his soft hum of response hit the right harmonics with the note Rocket was humming (and the raccoon did have a good sense of pitch; Peter had always suspected so) he understood exactly what Rocket was getting at.

“Ohhhhh. When Groot talks, it’s like a symphony. Is that what you mean? And the 'I am Groot’ part is the part in the human audible range.”

Rocket’s ears and tail went up cheerfully. “Yeah, ezzactly. He’s tryin’ to communicate, it’s just he didn’t get any farther than 'I am Groot’ when he was learning. It’s as hard for him to do the talkin’ part for the translators as it is for you and me to do his kind of talk. He can hear us just fine, though. Actually to him, understanding our talk is dead easy.”

“So how do we understand him?” Peter asked. “Can you, I dunno, juice up the translator so it picks up a higher range of frequencies, or something?”

“I dunno. That’s not a bad idea.” Rocket tapped his claw against his teeth before picking up the screen thing and hopping off the table. “Have to think on it. Don’t wanna explode your heads or anything.”

“Yeah, well, on that lovely note, I’m goin’ to bed.” He actually was tired enough now to fall asleep in spite of the inevitable nightmares (the bitter cold and darkness of space; Ego’s face dissolving in his hands; his friends crushed by rocks or blown apart). The music helped as it always had, a melodic bulwark against the dark, wrapped gently around his heart – but it could only do so much.

Rocket grunted absently as he trotted off, already engrossed in figuring out the problem.

The thought occurred to Peter as he wandered back to his quarters, thumbing idly through the songs on the Zune, that these sorts of mechanical puzzles served the same purpose for Rocket as his music did for him: something to make his mind go quiet.

The music did that … and so did letting Gamora beat the stuffing out of him in the ship’s small exercise area. Or getting language lessons from Rocket. Or –

“I am Groot?”

Peter jumped as small hands grabbed hold of his pants leg. Groot shimmied quickly up to perch on his shoulder.

“Hey, little buddy.” Peter opened the door to his quarters and left it open so Groot could come and go as he wanted. Or so he could hear if anybody got into a fight or whatever. He flopped wearily on his unmade bed, careful not to dislodge Groot. “You know, I’m not sure how much of this you can understand right now, but Rocket’s teaching me to speak your language.”

“I am Groot?”

“Well, to understand you more than speak it, I guess I should say.” He was lying on his back now and he couldn’t really see Groot except out of the corner of his eye, but he could feel the little tree shifting around in the hollow where the collar of his sweatshirt rested against his neck.

“I am Groot,” Groot said insistently, almost in his ear. Small hands patted at the side of his face and his earlobe.

“Yeah, yeah.” Peter pinched one earbud between two fingers and held it where Groot could get at it. The little hands took it out of his fingers. Peter settled himself comfortably as Groot squirmed somewhat ticklishly against his neck, and sorted through the songs. “How 'bout Elton John tonight, buddy?”

“I am Groot,” came the sleepy answer.

“You know, little guy,” Peter murmured, as the first strains of the music began to play and Groot snuggled comfortably against his neck, “whether or not Rocket can get his new gadget working, I think we understand each other just fine, don’t we?”

“I am Groot!”

Drogo x Female Reader

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Imagine owning a small bakery which is overrun by the Mafia resulting in the leader, Drogo, becoming infatuated with you.

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Khal Drogo x Reader Modern au? Like he’s a UFC fighter or a mafia leader and reader is our fem Cinnabon bakery owner or student.

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Just Like Trees

Alternate title: Convincing the Gnome that Elves regrow limbs

Context: Same group as the Kalarel Pantsing. A few sessions before that, the DM’s NPC, a gnome sorcerer named Nyx (adopted daughter to my character, Phukar, an Eladrin Rogue) lost her arm. This is what happened when the battle was over and everyone examined it after it had been fully healed:

Phukar: “Well… You’ll have badass scars, at the very least.”

DM: “I… sure. fucking. will.” She’s kind of-

Elf: “Will it grow back?”

(Large pause before laughter)

Phukar: He looks at Elf like ‘what the fuck’.

Elf: “Wait, wait, no. Nevermind. Don’t look at me!”

DM: “Does that happen with elves?!”

Sylvia: “No.”

Phukar (At the same time): “Definitely! Yes, it does.” (Short pause) Can I roll to bluff?

DM: … Yeah?

Elf: Wait, what?

Phukar: I’m rolling to bluff!

Elf: But- but you’re an Eladrin, not-

Phukar: (Rolls) Um, I’m going to use Master of Deceit.

DM and Sylvia, in unison: That’s a thing!?

Phukar: Yeah!

DM: Fuck! Okay.

Phukar: (Rolls) I got a 6, plus… 9.

DM: (Rolls) And she got 8 plus 7, so 15 for both. So she just looks at you and says… “Nooo….”

Phukar: “Would I lie to you?”

DM: “Yes!”

Phukar: “Elf, back me up!”

Elf: “I was talking about trees!”

Sylvia: I ROLL TO ASSIST. I’ll agree with him!

DM: Okay, roll for Bluff.

Sylvia: (Rolls) I got a 21.

DM: And then Nyx is like… “What the fuck? What a great day to not be an elf then.”

Phukar: “Elves are incredible!”

Elf: “It- that doesn’t happen! What are you guys talking about!?”

Sylvia: “It does!”

Phukar: “Elf, maybe, maybe you’ve never lost an arm-”

Sylvia: “Haven’t you ever lost a limb?”

Elf: “Well… I haven’t!”

Phukar: “Elf, you’ve seen my scars. Obviously, you know that I’ve lost a limb in the past.”

DM: Nyx right now - ‘am I fucking disassociating?’

Elf: I would definitely know that they’re lying, right? Cause I’m a healer!

DM: I mean… Elf’s never lost an arm before! Roll an intelligence check!

Elf: (Rolls) … I got 15.

DM: Sylvia got a 21! You don’t know, man, you don’t know!

Phukar: Now you’re not sure anymore! Maybe magic has changed!

Elf: “Wait, so… So it would grow back like a tree! So it’s gonna take a few years, right?”

Sylvia: “Yeah! Yeah, exactly!”

Elf: “But it’ll grow back? So… Does it work like a tree grows it back?”

Sylvia: “It grows back slowly.”

Elf: “Okay, so… She’ll start seeing like-”

Phukar: “Well, no, it… it only works- as far as I know, it only works for elves. So… I don’t think it’ll work for Nyx, unfortunately.” (Pause) When no one’s looking, can Phukar high five Syl?

Sylvia: Yes.

DM: Make a stealth check, both of you!

Phukar: (Rolls) … I got a nat one.

DM: You guys SLAM that shit behind Nyx’s back. It’s loud as shit, and Nyx jumps and turns around.

Elf: “What was that?!”

Sylvia: “Nothing.”

DM: “I just fucking lost an arm and you guys are high-fiving behind me!”

Sylvia: “We didn’t high-five, what are you talking about? That was downstairs.”

Nyx: “NO IT WASN’T! I just lost a fucking arm!”

Phukar: “Well, someone has to use it.”

Thus I made the entire group die of laughter and made my daughter admit that my character’s abusive father was better than my character was. He conceded the point.

“Air Ducts and Secrets” - Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,893

Plot: What goes on in the air ducts, stays in the air ducts.

Warnings: honestly its just fluff, cheesy comments, a new girl reference, one swear word (that’s censored), and more fluff. 

Author’s Note: So this is for the monthly song challenge but I literally only put two song lyrics from the song Tomorrow Never Dies by 5SOS. But that’s okay. I might do a part two depending on how well this does. PSA: I love New Girl.

(Lyrics are the sentences in italics)

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The Evolution of a Relationship

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Note: I was bored and decided to write these, this is the story of a relationship told in five important events. This has not been proofread, I wrote it spontaneously so let’s hope it’s good. 

Warnings: nothing y’all it’s fluff

Word Count:1,964

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First Meeting

The first time you met Daveed, you walked right into his chest. 

You were running late to work, rushing through busy streets and trying to send your boss an email when suddenly you walked straight into a solid chest.

You almost fell on your ass, but a hand reached out and grabbed a hold of your arm.

“I am so sorry!” You exclaimed, looking up into the face of possibly the most attractive man you’ve ever seen. “I-I’m running late and, and I was trying to send an email and I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you explain, trying your best to stop rambling.

“No it’s okay, I wasn’t paying attention either,” he said, a small smile gracing his lips.

You took a breath, admiring the way his smile seemed to light up his face.

“Thank you, for catching me.”

“It’s no problem,” He chuckled, a warm sound that caused a smile to grow on your own face. Until you realized that this pause made you even later to work.

“Oh my god! I have to go I’m gonna be late!” You exclaimed.

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They met at a dog park.

Which is weird in and of itself because a) Dean hates driving dogs in his baby; b) it’s not even his dog; and c) He’s still pissed at Sam for skipping out on him and their dad only to come back with a dog sized golden retriever he named Bones of all things. Jesus, Sam, you’d think you’re have a little more imagination considering you hid from one of the best damn trackers for two weeks only to name a dog after something we see every day. 

Dean sighed to himself. All that and he still has somehow found himself on pooch duty in some dog park in the middle of Illinois of all things. 

“He is limping.” Dean turned to the sound of a gruff voice coming from right behind in. 

“Yeah well, he’s old.” His comeback was coming out before he got a good look at the guy he was talking to. 

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Description: Peter Parker is the star quarterback on his school’s varsity football team and has everything figured out. He has good grades, athletic ability, and plenty of college scholarships to choose from. But no matter how hard he tries the one thing he can’t seem to get is the girl.

Author’s Note: I made post earlier today asking if ya’ll’d (sorry I’m from Texas)be interested in a football player Peter Parker AU and a lot of you wanted it so yea here it is. This can definitely become a multi-part fic so if you want more let me know and as always let me know what you think about it! I’d love to hear from you and I originally got this AU idea from another fandom but thought it fit well here too.

Word Count: 1663


A stream of sweaty boys all high on adrenaline from their first win of the season poured into the locker room with high spirits. Slaps on the back and congratulatory yells were exchanged as Peter Parker jogged into the locker room with a smile on his face.

“Parker, dude. How the hell did you pull off that last play? The only Quarterback to run that one successfully was Stark in 96,” his friend Ned said with admiration, opening up his locker which was next to his.

“Yea man you were on fire tonight. And it’s only the first game! Playoffs this year are gonna be a breeze I can tell,” Harrison exclaimed as he walked up to Peter, patting him on the back quite hard.

Peter took off his jersey and shoulder pads leaving him in his white sweaty tank. “What can I say guys, I’m just that good,” he joked before putting his jersey and shoulder pads in his locker along with his scratched up helmet.

“I just hope you can pull that off again at the Homecoming game next month because you’ll be the talk of the school man,” Harrison added closing his locker.

Homecoming week. The week of what was arguably to most important game of the season for them. They always played against the schools biggest rival and the turnout at the game was always the largest then. Every student from both schools would be there.

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Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1128

Warnings: mild cursing I think that’s it.

Summary: Reader is only 21 and Bucky is having doubts about his relationship because he’s so much older, and gets uncomfortable when he’s out with them in public. Full of fluff as much as I could muster.

Bucky looked down at you as you cuddled up further into his chest. He had gotten back from a small mission, not too big of a deal. Instead of going back home to the tower, he decided to come to your apartment to stay with you. Although he was only gone for a week he had missed you like crazy. Each night he was away he craved to have you in his arms. Everything about you made him go insane. The way you laughed at your own joke before managing to even get a word out. The way you danced and sang along to that terrible pop music, he hated so much. He loved your voice, even though you hated it, but going a day without hearing your voice was torture for him. He loved that you were your own person, you didn’t let anyone influence any of your decision, that your confidence rose-up above anything else. That drove him insane, almost as insane your body would drive him. It was the most beautiful canvas he had ever seen, embellished with flaws that created masterpieces almost as perfect as one of Picassos paintings, and he loved that. There was a problem though, or more so of an idea that was implanted into his brain a few months ago. The way he felt for you was special and nothing could take that away from him. 

You had just turned twenty-one and apart from the fact that he was years older than you and new to the 21st century. He had obviously experienced more of life than you had. He felt like being with you was the most sinful thing he had ever done. Every time you and he walked around the city of New York, the looks he got from people made him uncomfortable. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had a metal arm. Or the fact that he was almost 100 years old. He hated that even his friends made him feel uncomfortable about his relationship with you. They often would call him your babysitter joking around but that upset him so much. Surprisingly even his best friend Steve would make little annoying comments about your relationship. The one person he thought he could always count on, didn’t approve of the fact that he was dating someone so young. And it hurt him. 

Bucky hadn’t noticed you were awake until he felt your hand on his forehead. You tried smoothing out the frown lines that formed across his forehead whenever he was thinking hard about something. “What’s the matter?” You asked trailing your hand to his freshly shaven cheek. Softly caressing it with your thumb.

“Nothing.” He answered before burrowing his head into your chest pulling you closer to his body. If there was something you knew for sure about Bucky, because he was always so damn indecisive, was that whenever something was wrong he’d keep it so himself. He felt like his problems weren’t as big as anyone else’s, you had reassured him that no matter how he was feeling his problems mattered as much as anyone else’s. 

“Come on Bucky I know when something is bothering you, you have that look on your face.” Knowing you weren’t going to stop asking, Bucky groaned and pulled away from you laying on his back. You followed his every movement and wrapped your arm around his torso. “I’m old.” He whispered barely audible but just loud enough for you to hear. “No one approves of our relationship; do you not see the stares we get whenever we walk in the room.” He finished bringing his hands up to his face. You sat up and looked down at him, you could tell this was something that had been bothering him for a long time. 

“Bucky who cares, our relationship shouldn’t be anyone’s—concern except ours.” You stated taking his hands into yours, making him look up at you. “I’ve seen the way people look at us, frankly I don’t give a shit because I’m with what we have I’m happy with you. In fact, sometimes I feel like I’m too young for you and that you should be out with someone closer to your age. Instead of someone who’s enough someone who’s not going to hold you back.” Bucky sat up as quick as possible and wrapped his arms around you. He knew he was having doubts of his own but he never knew you were having them too. Guess the two of you were more alike than you had originally thought. 

“Love, you’re not holding me back, you’re more than enough for me. Sometimes I feel like I’m the one who’s holding you back from enjoying your twenty somethings.” He said trailing his fingertips up and down your back. 

“You’re not holding me back either Buck, I’m okay with where I am in life right now. Even if I wasn’t it wouldn’t be because of you, it’d be because of me, so can we both agree that our relationship is ours. And if someone had anything to say about it we can just beat them up or ignore them.” You looked up at the man you had grown to love as he looked down at you the person who had stolen his heart. 

“You’re right.” He smiled and kissed your forehead as he held you tighter. “Can you let me go now cause I’m hungry.” You said trying to get out of his grip, only to have him tighten it.

“Not until you give me a good morning kiss.” He chimed

“Bucky, I just woke up and have morning breath.”

“I don’t care I want my kiss.” He whined pouting his lips, like a child who was denied the privilege of an extra ice cream scoop.

“After I have breakfast and brush my teeth you can have your morning kiss.” 

“I’d much rather have you as my breakfast.” He smirked causing you to look up at him blushing. Bucky took his as his chance and planted a quick kiss on your lips.

“You’re so gross Bucky.” You groaned managing to get up after his arms loosened up, from laughing so much. You shook your head and made your way to your bedroom door. Before you could open it, Bucky called out to you, making you turn around to face him.

“You really want to be with me?” He asked

“Well, it depends, the moment you have to get dentures I’m running straight for the hills.” 

a/n: thank you everyone for reading hope you all liked it cause I wrote like 5 times lol,  I’m still taking request so if you have any let me know ya kno. thank you.


Frost (Chapter Seven)

Thor finds out that Loki and Tony kissed. Then everyone finds out that Tony always gets what he wants.


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“Are you aware of what occurred at the banquet last night?”

“Surely you, Our King, wishes to address such a thing?”

“The Prince simply cannot be allowed to carry on like this with your Chosen Love, it is not acceptable.”

Thor rubbed a big hand over his face and sighed. His three oldest advisors, men who had counseled even the All-Father Odin, stood in front of him in his study, each angrier than the last about the banquet.

“There is no harm in Loki and my Anthony dancing.” He finally said with a shrug. “I would think you would be thrilled to see the Prince joining in with our festivities instead of lurking on the side lines.”

“Forgive me–” one of the advisors eyed the others nervously. “But Sir Anthony was seen chasing the Prince out to the gardens and then they were seen… embracing.”

“Embracing.” Thor cocked an eyebrow, then raised his voice so the servant at the door could hear. “Fetch me Sir Anthony now.”

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Devil's Eyes

Pairing: Devil!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Devil au, soulmate au

Warning: slight language

Soulmate au: Only the soulmate of the devil can see the devil

Status: Finished

You always seen him. Wandering around, glancing into the distance, detached from this world. You often see him with wounds scattered all over his pale body, his clothes ripped, and yet the next day he looked completely fine. You thought that he was some sort of gang member, but then again, you did not want to assume.

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Get Off My Desk Part 3

A/N: I think I am going to post this daily, maybe??

Word count: Just over 1,000

Warnings: None


“Welcome to Paris, Sweet Cheek!” Bucky said, a smile on his face as he swept his arm out, gesturing to the airport, causing you to roll your eyes.

This was going to be a long trip after all.

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You and Bucky had found your luggage after 15 minutes and went to look for the person who was going to drive you to the Airbnb that Tony had rented for the two of you.

You saw a friendly looking man holding up a sign with both of your last names written on it, causing you to wave to him as the two of you walked over.

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I Put A Spell On You (1)

Summary: Roman never should have made a deal with the devil, but he did and now he had to suffer the consequences.

Genre: Fluff (with minor angst later?)

Word Count: 1586

Warnings: brief mention of death, let me know if you need anything tagged though!!

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In the beginning their was nothing. Just a vast emptiness stretching throughout a universe that hadn’t yet been created, a lonely existence if anyone where the even exist this far back. Except one day someone did, and a being with a flickering form created the world from nothing. Galaxies fell from their hair, planets from the tears they cried and stars from the songs they sung.

And this being was worshiped like a god, praised for giving everything a defiant spark of life, until the humans discovered Knowledge and Family. The Creator was exiled, they became nothing more than a story told to children to scare them into obedience as the world evolved without them.


Roman Sanders was a prince, in fact many would even consider him to be a king. He ran his kingdom fairly and listened to the concerned and suggestions of his subjects, yet it was his kingdom that got attacked by a dragon. It was his people that where left homeless and helpless. It was him that the universe decided to punish, and he was the one that would deal with the carnage that the foul beast caused.

His people ran and screamed as their houses where burnt to the ground in front of them, destroying their whole lives quicker than they could blink. Villagers where injured and dead on the streets whilst their ruler was helpless to stop it, mothers searching for their children in the sea of terrified people. His knights had failed, the surviving ones had ran away after seeing the size of the beast they where to fight, and Roman was alone - fighting the dragon with nothing but a sword.

He quickly sheathed it before grabbing a screaming child and sprinting away from the chaos behind him, he couldn’t stay in his city; there was only one way to save his people.

“King Roman, what do we do?” One of his subjects yelled as she hugged her child close to her chest. She was trembling like a leaf, whether from shock or cold no one really knew.

“I must travel to The Cave and make a deal,” he replied, trying to keep his fear from seeping into his voice. He had to be strong for his people, he was someone they relied on in times of danger and fear…. and this was definitely a time of danger and fear.

“Sire, you can’t! H-it is dangerous there, what if you don’t return?” A member of his court, and one of the only loyal knights, yelled frantically. Roman understood why, The Cave had been off limits to mortals for as long as they could remember as their ancestors had sensed danger radiating from it.

“If I do not return Joan shall rule, but I am certain that I shall return with some way to help our kingdom. But I must depart now if I wish to reach The Cave before nightfall,” Roman replied, before taking the reigns of one of the horses that had been freed from the stabled and mounting it. “Farewell.”

With that the horse galloped off, and the burning kingdom faded as Roman went against everything he had ever been taught and slowly began his journey to The Cave. He delved into a dark forest, fear overtaking his systems and causing everything to blur around him. The horse was fast, and his mind focused on every blurred abject around him as he tried to distract himself from where he was going, and what he was doing, yet far too soon he found himself at the bottom of the mountain that The Cave was in.

“Well, here goes nothing,” Roman breathed out before dismounting his horse and climbing upwards, towards his childhood nightmares. His heart raced as he thought about the laws he was breaking, there had to be a reason that they weren’t allowed up their. He didn’t, however, have time to dwell on the fact that he could be exiled for his actions as he soon found himself unable to concentrate on anything other than the mounting that he was climbing up.

When he reached the top (and gods that was high) he didn’t know what he expected, but a beautiful cave with gems twinkling light stars was not it. Maybe he was expecting harsh jagged rocks and shadows so dark they seemed like a bottomless pit, and whilst it was still dark the shadows had some sort of softness around it; it was welcoming, inviting him in without needing to say anything.

He entered, walking through it whilst barely restraining his hands from trailing over the walls, only to stumble into some sort of kitchen.

His childhood nightmare, much like the cave, was not what he had been expecting. He had been told of it’s horrific ugliness and the way it seemed to tear yo apart with its gaze, yet the… the man in front of him was nothing like that at all. He had short hair that seemed to be a galaxy, pitch black eyes with swirling gold and silver dancing through them gracefully, his body was covered with a plain black robe yet his plain white shirt was covered in scribbles. The man was holding a kettle and softly singing to himself, which is probably why he hadn’t heard Roman enter.

“….Aren’t you meant to be evil?”

“Uh. How dare you enter my cave mortal… uh,” he stopped as if deep in thought, “what do evil people act like?”

“Like… Never mind! I want to make a deal,” Roman said, slowly walking towards the other man (was he really a man?), who just poured himself a cup of tea. The mans behavior struck Roman as odd and the prince tried to compare the man in front of him to the beast that he was told about during his childhood. This was not the same man that had books written about him. this was not the man that terrorized the dreams of infants… this man seemed far to gentle to do that,  he was soft - like a strong wind could change his entire appearance in a few moments.

“A deal?” He asked in confusion, the spoon that he stirred his tea with clinking against the mug softly.

“Yes, a deal!”

“What do you want?” His tone shifted from kind and welcoming to harsh and defensive. This man, with the scathing tone and eyes like blackholes, was much more like the man that haunted his darkest thoughts. Yet it still wasn’t quite a perfect fit, the edges of his pre-made mold for this being to fir into where still far too angular.

“My kingdom to be safe and thriving like it was before being attacked,” He declared bravely, yet his trembling knees gave away his indescribable fear of what would happen if the man decided not to accept his deal. He couldn’t fail his kingdom.

“Okay,” he said before taking a sip of tea.

“That’s it? No… hidden agenda?” The man confused Roman, nothing was free and the man had to have something he wanted from Roman - his money, his castle, his soul!

“Fine you got me, I want to be allowed inside your kingdom as a person and not treated like a monster. But no one is to know who, or rather what, I am. Okay?”

… Or basic human rights.

“Deal,” he said without a moments hesitation, his fear had turned into relief that his proposition was accepted. He prayed to the gods, thanking them for allowing him a chance to save his kingdom.

“You know what happens if you break the deal?” The man - and what was his name? That was never mentioned in the bedtime stories, his father too scared that a name would humanize the villain and cause Roman to feel sympathy for it - asked. He took a final sip of tea, the mug now empty, and Roman wondered when he had even drunk it at all.

“Yep, I get cursed. Blah blah blah,” Roman mocked before shoving his hand out for the other to shake it. His terror had faded, allowing his usual cocky attitude

The other did so with a smirk and it seemed as though Roman could see the whole world in that instant - he could see death and life, the end and the beginning, the infinite universe around them. It made him feel so small; and then it was over and he was back in the sparkling cave.

“There ya go, now who are you? I gotta know the first person I have seen in…. uh… however long I’ve been here.”

“Prin-” He began, before being rudely interrupted .

“You’re now called Princey,” the man said, his face blank for the first time since they met.

“Okay? But my name is actually Roman,”

“Yeah sure Princey. Uh, I’m The Creator,” he replied, rubbing his neck sheepishly - yet a good-natured smirk was on his face, as if he knew something that Roman didn’t. Which he probably did, since Roman didn’t know a great deal of things outside of his own kingdom (and the happenings of neighboring ones).

“Hi… The Creator…” Roman awkwardly greeted, the title foreign on his tongue.

“You can call me Virgil though.”

“Well then, hello Virgil! Would you like to ride back to my kingdom with me to honor our deal?” Roman grandly (and dramatically) asked, trying to cover up his past awkwardness. It worked as Virgil stuttered out a faint agreement before being pulled out of his home, away from the only thing he had known for so long.

secondhand smoke

Kara comes back.

(And oh, isn’t that a thought?

Kara comes back. Kara keeps returning, keeps slipping through those doors, fingers curling around the frame as easily as her smiles did around her heart.

Kara comes back and smiles and promises.)

“I noticed you’re still here.”

Lena hums, presses her nails just so against her knee to keep the pain there, keep it from her head, from her heart.

(Neither of them mention how Kara knows. How she would notice anything about L-Corp when Lena’s up fifteen stories.)

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Summary: Dorky Firefighter!Phil and Student/Bookstore saleperson!Dan who likes to blurt out the first thing that comes to his mind.

Based on prompt: “My dumb ass of a room mate just set the microwave on fire and you’re one of the firemen who showed up and now I’m need an ambulance cause damn ur hot.” (Prompt by @phan-cannons)

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Word count: 2.1k

A/N: I wrote this on a whim, honestly, but I am interested if anyone would like me to write more, because I would gladly take this as a side-project in between USQANF? chapters!

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VIXX as Cats


N just trying to take care of the rest of Vixx


N: *walks past*

Leo: *murderous intent towards N intensifies*


This is our cat Ken, he’s special, we love him. 


Raving cat being Ravi cat. Both 93 liners are Maru, I think


Hongbin cat looking fashionable. This is the fourth gif I had to use cause the rest wouldn’t load, damn you tumblr. 


Even though he could probably beat up his hyungs he already does he is still cute, okay. 

I am going to try and post more Vixx things because I love them and they’re great, man. 

✩ Indigo 

iKon Reaction to When He Is Tough to the World But Gentle to You {Mafia!au}

anonymous asked: Omg i loved your ikon mafia au!!!! Could you do one where he’s you know tough to the world, but gentle towards his girl?

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Kim Jinhwan (Jay)

Jinhwan was pissed. Some of his men had lied to him about how much booty they had gotten from their last raid, and if there was one thing he hated  it was when his own, loyal men were being dishonest. “What the fuck did you think you were doing?” he whispered, relishing the scared looks in his men’s eyes. In an instant, Jinhwan had pulled out his gun from his jacket and pinned the leader of the team against the wall. With a dangerous growl, he hissed, “Don’t think that I will go easy on you just because you are one of my best men.” Keeping the man immobile, he locked eyes with each of the other team members. “The same goes for all of you. If you make one more mistake, no matter how trivial, I will make short work of you all.” With these words, he let go of the leader and turned his attention to you who had been watching the scene from a safe distance. You were already used to seeing Jinhwan like this. He had told you at the beginning of your relationship that he needed to keep his men on a short leash to ensure absolute obedience. Now, he came over to you, a frown blemishing his features. “Do you think I went too rough on them?” he whispered, unsure about what was crossing your mind. You shook your head, knowing that Jinhwan was only doing what he needed to do. A relieved smile appeared on his face, and without paying anymore attention to his frightened men, he took your hand and left the building. He was already talking to you about that new movie which came out recently and that you two should take a hot bath in the evening to relax and forget about your everyday worries. You could only look at Jinhwan in amazement, wondering how he could switch from being a badass gang leader to being a loving husband in a matter of seconds.

Song Yunhyeong (Song)

With a curse, he punched the wall of his apartment before he closed his eyes, a painful expression crossing his face. He had spent all afternoon negotiating a deal with one of his rival gangs, but although they had spent hours locked away in an abandoned factory, the efforts had been of no avail and had even worsened the relationship between him and the other leader. A loud groan escaped his lips as he took of his jacket and violently tossed it into an empty corner. Only then did he notice you standing in the door frame to the living room, watching him with worry. He immediately felt regret washing over him, mentally scolding himself for showing you his angry side. “Sorry,” he whispered, “I just had a really rough day.” He came over to where you were standing and wrapped his strong arms around you, holding onto you as if you were a lifebuoy in the stormy sea. You stood up on tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss and tell him that you didn’t mind his outburst, hoping that it would make him feel better. That evening, he would almost literally cling to you and deluge you with his hugs, kisses and other sweet gestures, trying to forget about his nerve-wrecking job and enjoying your warmth and affection.

Kim Jiwon (Bobby)

You were casually leaning against the counter of the bar, sipping on your cocktail while watching your husband “taking care” of one of his clients who had not paid his protection money on time. This was not your first time accompanying Jiwon and his men to one of their “clean-up operations”, so you were not surprised when he knocked over one of the tables, causing a loud clang to resound in the dark room. Although you knew what was coming next, your body tensed involuntarily when he pulled out his gun and confidently pointed it at his client’s head. Would he pull the trigger tonight? You averted your gaze and stared at your drink, just in case Jiwon would, but when a few seconds passed without the sound of the bullet piercing through human flesh, you relaxed noticeably. Tonight, your husband was just playing with the other man. After a few more minutes, Jiwon came over to you with a tired smile on his face. “Sorry for taking so long, that guy didn’t want to stop talking until he saw my gun.” He pulled you into a tight hug, kissing you forehead and taking your hands in his. He would either go back home or take you out on an informal date to make up for the lost time together.

Kim Hanbin (B.I)

Tears were streaming down your face as you ran outside the building to get some fresh air. You could hear him yell at his gang members from afar, making you feel even more miserable. You were trying to stifle the sobs that escaped your lips again and again, but you were met with little success. A few moments later, you heard footsteps coming your way and you already knew who it was. Two strong arms wrapped around your waist and your body was pulled into his muscular chest. Hanbin buried his face in your neck and when he spoke, the worried tone in his voice almost made you flinch. “I am so sorry, I thought I had told the other members of my team to take you somewhere else if the negotiations would get too intense. I didn’t want you to watch how my men aimed a knife at the other gang’s boss.” You shook your head vigorously, not wanting to make your husband feel bad for something he did not have control over. After all, it was not his fault that the other guy had threatened to eradicate your husband’s gang. You were still learning to stay calm in precarious situations like these, and you were thankful that your husband was there for you in moments when you were not strong enough to withstand the pressure of his dark business.

Kim Donghyuk (DK)

A scared “Shit” slipped out of his mouth when he saw you. The terrified look on your face told him that you had seen everything: how he had tied the man to a chair, how he had given him a whipping while interrogating him about his actions and how he had finally knocked the helpless man unconscious. Donghyuk did not have another choice: this was usual business to him, and a disobedient client needed to be punished and intimidated. However, he had never intended to let you see his dirty work. He had expected that you where still at home, getting ready for the date night he had planned, but apparently you were ready early and wanted to surprise him by coming to his hideout. He hurried over to the other side of the room where you were standing, an apologetic look in his eyes. “I am so sorry you had to see this, Y/N. I didn’t expect you to come here. Let’s leave and quickly forget about this incident, okay?” He took your hand in his and squeezed it softly, leading you outside. Wanting to make up for the discomfort he caused you, he would hug you more than usually this evening and whisper all kinds of sweet things into your ear in an attempt to prove that he was not the cruel man you had seen in the hideout a few hours earlier.

Koo Junhoe (Ju-ne)

You did not notice that he was home until a pair of strong arms wrapped around you from behind and you could feel his hot breath right next to your ear. From the sigh that escaped his lips and the way he was leaning against you weakly, you could tell that he must be extremely exhausted. You placed your hands on top of his and asked, “Junhoe, are you alright? Did anything happen?” He did not respond immediately and only tightened his grip around you. “I had a really long day… I don’t want to talk about it. Can we just cuddle tonight?” You turned around to face him, a frown spreading on your forehead. “What about dinner? Are you not hungry?” Junhoe shook his head, wanting nothing more than to go to bed. He took your hand and lead you to your shared bedroom, too tired to even take a shower. Barely taking off any of his clothes, he fell onto the bed listlessly and pulled you down next to him. Before you could adjust your position, he had already snuggled up to you and buried his face in your neck. A content hum escaped his lips as he muttered, “You always make the worst days better… Did I ever tell you that you are the most precious person in my life?” You blushed at his words and smiled shyly, thinking exactly the same about him.

Jung Chanwoo (Chan)

You knew that your husband’s work was more than extraordinary, and you had also been the one who had asked him to take you to one of his gatherings at his hideout. Although he had looked at you strangely, you had insisted that you wanted to join so that you could support him and his work better in the future. Nevertheless, you were still surprised when you saw the way he was interacting with the other members of his gang. There were lots of coarse jokes and vulgar language coming from Chanwoo’s mouth, a rough side that you had never seen before. You felt out of place in this overly masculine setting and almost regretted your decision of coming along to the meeting when your husband suddenly turned toward you, flashing a warm smile in your direction and taking your hand in his. When he saw the concerned look on your face, he frowned and asked in a low voice, “Are you alright, Y/N? If you are uncomfortable, you can leave and wait for me in the hallway.” Seeing how he cared about you and easily shifted between his macho and soft behavior, a smile appeared on your face and you shook your head in reassurance. No matter how tough he had to act when he was doing business, you knew that he would always treat you affectionately.

salamamderbrandy  asked:

Hey man I was wondering if you could headcanon how trans people do transitions in the fallout universe? I am transmasculine myself, and play those types of character. So I also get super excited to see other people doing more trans Fallout stuff! If you'd rather not (cause other people might be weird or you're just not comfortable, that is 200% okay!)

oh man transitioning in the fallout universe would be so feasible and knowing how developed surgery and medicine can be ingame,
(ie. facial surgery to completely change your appearance, implants you can purchase, just what goes on in Big MT in general)
there would be more developed options for trans and gnc people than what we have today.

- hormones could be made by putting plants like yams and soybeans (or similar mutated plant species if those went extinct) through a chemical synthesis of molecules like we do today

- then those hormones (or hormone blockers) could be delivered throughout the wastes via caravans

- doctors like usanagi could also offer hormone implants as an alternative to having to apply gels or shots etc. regularly and would provide hormones for a long amount of time before needing replacement

- and surgery? sky’s the limit considering how advanced it is in the universe, people can get whatever they need done!