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Star-Crossed (M)

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☆Genre: Angst/Fluff/Smut || CEO!Jimin

☆Pairing: Jimin x Reader

☆Length: 22.7k

☆Summary: Like a constellation hung from the skies above, he who had once illuminated the lackluster night sky of the bustling city appeared to you like  a meteor shower raining upon the pitch black horizon, And just as quick and abrupt as the celestial display had graced its way through the lonely skies above, he left just as suddenly as it had arrived. But you should’ve expected this ill-fated story, a waitress struggling to get by had never been fitting of an heir-to-be CEO. What was written in the stars was written into history, and history is an irrevocable phenomenon that cannot be reversed.

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Cereal Killer

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 500 EXACTLY APPLAUD ME

Warnings: fluff, dean’s a teasing little shit

Prompt: “If you keep sticking your tongue out like that, I’m gonna have to do something about it.”

Originally posted by falling-for-the-winchesters

You rummaged through the cabinets, trying to find the cereal you were so desperately craving this morning. Dean was at the table, gobbling through his own bowl. “Whatcha lookin’ for sweetheart?” He asked around a mouthful.

“The cerea-” You spotted the box on the counter by the sink, snatching it up. “Nevermind, found it.” You went to pour it out into your bowl, only to find it empty. “You ate all the cereal?” you gasped, turning to him and shaking the empty box.

He shrugged, “You snooze you lose.”

“You meanie,” you pouted, sticking your tongue out at him.

“Okay, you are five, but whatever. If you want the rest of mine, take it.”

You scrunched up your nose, “No, ew, it’s got your germs in it.”

“And since when have my germs ever bothered you?”

You stuck your tongue out at him once more, crossing your arms over your chest. “Since you were a meanie who decided to eat my breakfast!”

“If you keep sticking your tongue out like that, I’m gonna have to do something about it,” Dean grunted, rolling his eyes after you had childishly stuck your tongue out once again. “Seriously, might as well just put it in my mouth since it obviously can’t stay in yours.”

You choked on your own saliva as your head processed what he had said. “What?” you asked, still trying to repeat his words and make sure you heard him correctly.

“What, what?” He asked, chomping down on his last bite of cereal.

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing,” he blushed, unaware that you had heard him. “Nothing, eat your stupid breakfast.” Dean quickly moved from the table to the kitchen sink, rinsing his bowl and spoon off and setting them on the towel to drip dry. You were frozen in your spot by the counter, eyes focused on him, unblinking. “Stop staring at me, it’s freakin’ me out.”

“Tell me what you said!”

“I said eat your stupid breakfast. I’ll go buy more cereal today, alright?”

You scoffed, grabbing his wrist before he could leave. “What did you say after you told me you were gonna do something about me stickin’ my tongue out?”

Dean huffed, stomping his foot impatiently. “Can we just drop it? It’s nothing important, obviously, or else I would’ve repeated myself.”

You laughed a bit, keeping a firm grasp on his wrist. “I heard what you said, dummy. I just want to hear you say it again.” Dean blushed again, looking down at his feet. “You say it again and maybe I just might do it.”

That perked him up, he tipped his head to look at you, a proud smirk on his lips. “I said: Might as well just put it in my mouth since it obviously can’t stay in yours.”

You stood on your toes, arms wrapped around Dean’s neck as you placed your lips against his. And to be fair, neither of your tongues stayed in your own mouths during that kiss.

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Absolutely Smitten (I’ll Never Let You Go)

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

Word Count: 4k

Genre: Fluff

Extra tags: Getting together, teacher AU, pure fluff

Warnings: none

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

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- Chapter Ten -

“There are a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there is only one reason why it should…”


31 weeks

What no one ever warns you about when you are pregnant, is how emotional you really get. Yeah, they will throw it around here and there, use it as an excuse to why they overreact and become a literal space case, but really it’s so much more than that. You truly lose every bit of your ability to mask your feelings. You get angry and boil over faster than a steaming kettle, you cry at the drop of a hat, you even, without meaning to, take things much more seriously than they are intended.

You also became vastly more aware of all of these feelings surging inside you. Even if it’s the very last thing you want to do.


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3 Perfect Days In Seattle: A Guide

Day 1

Morning Coffee: Elm Coffee Roasters

240 2nd Avenue South | Seattle, WA 98104

If you fly in take the Link (Seattle Public Transit) downtown.

Right when you get off, you can walk a few blocks until you find Elm Coffee.

This place was recommended by new friends I found from Instagram the wide open space is filled with a white marble bar, and tables accompanied by wicker chairs that seem to fit you just right.

 Petite pastries lay across the bar. The most tempting are the vegan donuts, although you won’t be able to tell the difference.

 The coffee has a light, citrus scent to the roasted beans and the pitter patter of feet fill your ears as customers line up for their morning latte. The ambience is very relaxing, light chatter feels comfortable, and is a sweet spot that isn’t so touristy (like Original Starbucks, you can go there, too!)

Mid-Day Brunch: Biscuit Bitch

1909 1st Ave | Seattle, WA 98101

Walking down to Pike Place, the infamous marketplace is next. To satisfy the itch to try new food in the city, you can get your southern soul food fix closeby.

 The sidewalk is usually lined up with hungry brunchers in line or waiting for one of the (few) coveted tables. The popularity of this place is obvious with people casually walking by end up joining in on the biscuit madness. Biscuit Bitch has all the sass and snarkiness that lives up to its name. The staff has hair all colors of the rainbow, tattoos that dot their arms, and are quirky and loud. I blushed a bit while ordering the “Hot Mess Bitch” but I’ll admit it felt cool to cuss when I ordered.

 The Hot Mess Bitch had me exploring every corner of my cardboard to go box (everything is packaged to go). One bite had me chomping down smooth grits with cheese and the next bite I’d get a flavor whirlwind of sausage, jalapeno and biscuit. Every bite was a new experience depending on which ingredients I wanted to combine next.

The Hot Mess Bitch- Biscuit Bitch

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Female Archeops are attracted to males with large canines. He typically shows them off by running/gliding at her face with a wide-open mouth. If she is impressed, she will ruffle her feathers and show off the bright colors on her face. If she is unimpressed, she will flash her own teeth. If he doesn’t get the hint, she will bite him. A chomp to the face gets him to leave her alone.

On the Cusp of Dawn [Read on AO3] by @loveactually-rps

Photoset for @otayuriweek: Day 7 - Royalty.

[ Yuri on Ice | Yurio x Otabek | Teen Up and Audiences | Royalty, ABO Dynamics AU (non - traditional), Friends To Lovers, Prince Yuri, Tournaments]

Otabek bowed to the new Prince and offered the flower crown that his sister, Sabrina, had made and a basket full of fresh cherries which he’d collected from their small farm on the cusp of dawn. Carefully, he set them down on the overflowing heap of gifts.

The Prince, who’d just turned six, frowned at the basket for a long moment before raising his hand and shoving a fistful in his mouth. Otabek blinked at him, totally taken aback.

“Mmm-hum… ” the Prince hummed, closing his eyes, as he chomped on the bites of the plump fruits in his mouth. He opened his eyes, fixing his crystal green glare on Otabek. “Bring me more tomorrow,” he ordered, taking a few more from the basket.

“Y-yes, your highness,” Otabek stuttered, bowing again before he was shoved away by a royal guard to clear the area. He hadn’t missed the way the Prince had shot a burning look at the guard.

[Aka, AU where Yuri is a Prince and ranked highest among Omegas, whose life has revolved around his childhood friend, Otabek, who holds the lowest rank among Alphas. Yuri’s world suddenly comes shattering down after a loss he isn’t prepared for]

Obnoxious (SFW Gabriel ReyesxReader)

The sounds of camaraderie were like music to your ears; soothing away the morning’s stresses of briefings and combat simulations. Mealtimes were the only time everyone’s schedule aligned; breakfast, lunch and dinner being the only definite time everyone could spend time together during the workweek. The United Nations had been fairly generous with the budget, so their accommodations were quite favorable. Food, living arrangements, travel, battle gear and weapons, and even day to day clothing and luxury items were all provided to those who preserved peace in the world.

Walking into the canteen, your mouth watered and stomach growled. Everything smelled absolutely delightful; the smell of spices and cooked meat and vegetables drawing you even faster into the cafeteria. While your stomach demanded you immediately satiate by getting in line and getting food, your eyes bounced around the room until you caught sight of your colleagues and friends. The Omnic Crisis had not only brought the world together, but had also created a group of inseparable friends and allies. The founder; Ana, Gabriel, Jack, Reinhardt, and Torbjorn always sat with each other, little Fareeha always following someone from the group like a little duckling.

You remembered when you had first been recruited into Overwatch, you thought you’d be intimidated by them, the stories of their feats making them seem damn near god-like. But you couldn’t have been more wrong. While they were intense, precise and deadly on the battlefield, you had never met a bigger bunch of dorks when you were off. Jack and Gabe constantly were in constant competition with one another, Ana was the ever sarcastic yet sweet instigator, you weren’t sure if sweet Reinhardt had ever used an inside voice and Torbjorn was constantly using analogies that no one but him understood. Even little Fareeha would get in on their antics, the sweetest little girl with a quick wit had learned that with a pout she could get anything she wanted. And somehow, you had managed to win the eye of Gabriel Reyes. Smiling, you practically skipped over to the table, greeting the occupants of the table as you walked by.

“Hello little duck”, you said, rustling Fareeha’s hair and earning a giggle back from the girl before gently squeezing her mother on the shoulder. The sniper was in a deep conversation with Torbjorn, the both of them going back and forth over possible improvements to her sniper rifle. You waggled your finger in a wave at them, before continuing down the table. You gave Reinhardt an affectionate slap on the back, the mountain of a German laughing before going back to his meal. Locking eyes with Gabe, a grin took over your features as you saw the two trays of roasted chicken and vegetables, one touched and one not, in front of him. He gave you a smirk, pushing his chair out and opening his arms for you. You smoothly moved into his hold, sitting down across his lap and smiling contently as he tightened his arms around your waist.

“Why thank you papi”, you hummed, dipping your head down and pressing a loving, tender kiss his soft lips. He gave a soft growl against your lips, squeezing around your hips a little tighter before nipping playfully at your bottom lip. You wiggled on his lap, giggling softly as he released your bottom lip, one of his hands sweeping over your cheek and pushing your hair behind your ear. Looking at you, an outsider might think this was the first few weeks you guys had started dating. But you were a year and a few months into the relationship; both of you pleasantly surprised that you had yet to lose the spark. There were some that wished it had at least calmed down.

“Ahem.”

Your lifted your head, turning to look up at Jack and grinning teasingly.

“Why hello there Jackie”, you hummed, turning in Gabriel’s lap and smiling sweetly at him. “Sorry for not saying hi dear!”

“Hi to you too”, he responded blandly, going back to his meal.

You genuinely liked Jack. He was a sweet, good-hearted man; warm, caring and steadfast in his convictions. But you and Gabe couldn’t deny how fun it was to tease him. Compared to you two city kids, the country boy was downright innocent. It was always fun to rustle his feathers when given the chance.

Gabe chuckled as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, his chin resting on your shoulder, a small smirk on his lips. Jack rolled his eyes, looking back down at his meal and poking at it once or twice with a look of frustration on his face. Hunger demanded you finally start to eat your own meal, the flavorful meat and vegetables tasting delightful on your tongue. You turned into Gabriel as he went back to his own meal, you both taking turns feeding one another while joining into the table’s conversation every so often.

“I beat my old PT record”, you said with a soft laugh, opening your mouth and going to bite the roasted sweet potato Gabe offered, moving forward only to have the food pulled back. “Hey! I need food for my energy, sir!”

You laughed as Gabe offered you the food again before yanking his hand back, turning and shooting a playful glare at him. You followed twice more as he pulled the fork away before turning in his lap, your back to his chest. You stole his fork and began to eat from his plate, huffing with a fake pout.

“So Rein”, you said, purposefully ignoring Gabe’s attempts to actually feed you. “How did your hand to hand go this morning?”

“Ah Liebste”, Rein cried, proudly pounding his chest. “I showed those young ones what true fighting was! I was unstoppable! I even took pity on them and let them all come at me but none could take down this raw German power!”

He flexed dramatically, you laughing as you stuck another forkful of Gabe’s stolen lunch into your mouth, your eyes darting away as Gabe tried to feed you.

“Now I don’t think that’s quite fair habibi”, Ana stated simply, patting his shoulder endearingly. “Just last week Fareeha was able to best you. You’re not as unstoppable as you say.”

“Ah mein spatzi”, he conceded, pressing his hand to his chest, then gently dabbing at his eyes. “You’re right, little Fareeha here will be quite the fighter! I think i can live if it is her.”

You smiled as you watched the German man tease the little girl until she jumped up, prepared for another bout. She broke into a fit of laughter as Reinhardt sweeped her up into the air. Your eyes followed, warmth moving through you as you watched the pair.

“Cariño.”

Gabriel’s voice caressed your ear, the commanding tone he took sending a shiver down your spine, drawing your attention back to him.

“Don’t ignore me”, he whispered as he pulled you tighter against him. “You know I was just messing with you corazón. Now stop pouting and let me feed you.”

“Fine”, you huffed, tossing your hair over your shoulder and chomping down on the bite. He placed several kisses against your jaw, earning a flirty giggle in response.

“You you like that huh”, he asked hypothetically, nibbling along your jaw, drawing out a gasp. He placed another kiss at your pulse point, your body jumping against him, Gabe laughing lowly against your skin. You jumped as someone’s hands came down on the tables, both you and Gabe looking over at Jack, his face tinged pink up to his ears.

“Do you both have to always do”, Jack started exasperated, motioning dramatically at the both of them. “That?”

“Doing what”, Gabe asked stone-faced, placing another kiss against your neck again.

“Uh oh here they go again”, Ana said with a slight smirk, leaning forward onto her hand. Gently nudging Reinhardt, she leaned her head towards the trio at the other end of the table. “Bet Jack will fold again.”

“You are on Liebchen!”

“You know the whole kissing and and”, Jack stammered, again motioning vaguely towards you. “All that! It’s not professional! What if your subordinates see?!”

“And”,Gabe retorted, shrugging. “You really think any of them have the cajones to say shit to me?”

“I honestly would pay good money to see that”,you thought aloud, trying to imagine any of them mouthing off, especially about his relationship.

“Well it’s still unprofessional”, Jack scoffed. “All the touching and kissing…like fraternization isn’t prohibited but you two are…”

“Obnoxious”, you answered for him, a wicked smile crossing your features. You turned squeezing Gabe’s face to your chest and casting a look from the corner of your eyes. “Oh Jackie, I think I finally understand! Well don’t you worry your pretty blonde head, there is absolutely enough of Gabriel for us to share. I’m sure if you just asked, papi here would be more than happy to give you the same kind of attention! All the kisses and cuddles your heart desires! Isn’t that right, guapo?”

Gabriel snorted softly in laughter, you both turning to watching Morrison’s face grow several different shades of red, his eyes darting from you to Gabe several times before he suddenly became enthralled by the mashed potatoes on his tray.

“Offer is always open”, you practically purred, kissing Gabe once more.

On the Cusp of Dawn [Read on AO3] 

[ Yuri on Ice | Yurio x Otabek | Teen Up and Audiences | Royalty, Friends To Lovers, Prince Yuri, Tournaments]

Otabek bowed to the new Prince and offered the flower crown that his sister, Sabrina, had made and a basket full of fresh cherries which he’d collected from their small farm on the cusp of dawn. Carefully, he set them down on the overflowing heap of gifts.

The Prince, who’d just turned six, frowned at the basket for a long moment before raising his hand and shoving a fistful in his mouth. Otabek blinked at him, totally taken aback.

“Mmm-hum… ” the Prince hummed, closing his eyes, as he chomped on the bites of the plump fruits in his mouth. He opened his eyes, fixing his crystal green glare on Otabek. “Bring me more tomorrow,” he ordered, taking a few more from the basket.

“Y-yes, your highness,” Otabek stuttered, bowing again before he was shoved away by a royal guard to clear the area. He hadn’t missed the way the Prince had shot a burning look at the guard.

[Aka, AU where Yuri is a Prince and ranked highest among Omegas, whose life has revolved around his childhood friend, Otabek, who holds the lowest rank among Alphas. Yuri’s world suddenly comes shattering down after a loss he isn’t prepared for]

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Prompt #39: Hey! I was gonna eat that!

for: @suzieqph

“Did you have any of Carol’s peanut butter pie yet? God, I nearly ate the whole thing for breakfast today.” Rosita gabs, the AR-15 tucked under her arm as the two of them walk toward the gates of Alexandria.

“Not yet,” Michonne starts, “I was going to have a piece before we left but Rick had other plans for me this morning.” She laughs a little, rolling her eyes at the memory.

Rosita scoffs, causing Michonne to laugh a little louder, “No wonder you’re never on time for anything. Jesus.” Michonne shrugs happily as her katana slams against her back with each step she takes, “Pinche puta.”

Michonne bumps her shoulder into Rosita’s just as they reach the gate. Aaron is quick to grant them access and the two women part ways, Michonne heading straight toward the Grimes residence, Rosita taking a right. Truth is, Michonne has been frothing at the mouth since Carol dropped off her famous peanut butter pie late last night. She had made one for each of the households in Alexandria and Hilltop. Rositara, Richonne, Aaric, and Desus - the house names that Enid had so lovely coined for them some time ago.

“You know, like Brangelina or Bennifer?” She relayed, shifting her eyes between the adults as they gazed back at her in confusion, “What? You never read a magazine?”

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Royalty AU Masterlist

Even Princes Can Relate -  Phichit got an invitation to Victor Nikiforov’s birthday celebration, and he was taking Yuuri as his plus one. The prince of Petersburg was probably the most amazing person in Yuuri’s opinion. Not once did he think that they could get along so well though.

A King Only Bows Down to His Queen - After all, Yuuri realized how much it was a big scandal in the North Kingdom. Many princesses had tried to court the King, but to no avail. Everyone knew the reason. King Nikiforov had fallen deep to the foreigner’s bewitchment.Yuuri did not care what the others think. He was beyond them all. He might not be from here, but he knew the country as much as them. He might not be a general, but his advice had helped this country. He might be a political prisoner, but he was the only one who can satisfy King Nikiforov—and the whole country was jealous of him.(In which Viktor Nikiforov is a king and Yuuri Katsuki is his beloved mistress).

what’s a king to a god? - And he sits on the king’s throne, heart pounding and hands shaking.Viktor lifts his foot delicately, slipping off his left boot, and places his lips right on the ankle, as if Yuuri was the king and not him.“Good,” Viktor mumbles against his skin, and Yuuri drowns.

Tales of King Viktor Nikiforov and His Mistress
Everyone knows this tale. Centuries ago, there was a prosperous kingdom named the North Kingdom. The kingdom was lead by a king named King Viktor Nikiforov. He is handsome, well-cultured, kind, and loved by people in his country. But of course, when you talked about King Viktor Nikiforov, you can’t forget about his mistress, Yuuri Katsuki from the East, the only person who ever managed to sway Viktor Nikiforov onto his feet.

moonrise -  Prince Katsuki and Crown Prince Nikiforov have been dancing around each other for many seasons. After several moonlit meetings, they finally decide to formalize a union.

In the Meadow -  Otabek is a newly knighted prince and accidentally upsets the prince of the woods.

Warmth of Love - Prince Yuuri Katsuri wished not the solitude of his cold exterior upon anyone, therefore he submerged himself in a life of solitude that he suffered alone. He wished not his pain on anyone and blamed no one for how he was. He figured that if he didn’t touch anyone, he couldn’t harm anyone.Though in that process, he forgot to get himself that companionship that he desired for everyone else and left himself vulnerable to the claws of loneliness.

Like a Fairytale -  In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri.
(And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he’s doing).

Magic!!! On Ice -  Prince Viktor is bored with his life. Routine has taken over his day. Perfection is no longer enough for him. What will it take to breathe some excitement into his life? Maybe a good kick from his brother Yuri, or perhaps a chance meeting with a young wizard, who knows.

The Search for Spring - Yuuri Katsuki would like nothing more than to make his family proud, and maybe one day learn how to control the magic burning under his skin. When he encounters the chance of a lifetime to perform at the wedding of a royal, his path crosses with that of the legendary adventurer and mysterious fourth prince of Corrusva, Victor Nikiforov. From that moment, everything changes.But Prince Victor hides a secret under his cheerful disposition, and it might just relate to the end of the world as they know it. The threat of an eternal winter looms before them. Between fairies, dragons, monsters, and magic, it won’t be enough just to survive. If they can’t band together, it might spell the end of the world as they know it.

These Foreign Lands - Viktor Nikiforov, the crown prince, rules his country with stubbornness and obliviousness, often never willing to listen to anyone around him. It drives Yakov, his advisor, and Yuri, his brother crazy.Nobody has ever been able to change his mind before. Until someone does.

On the Cusp of Dawn -  Otabek had bowed to the new Prince and offered the flower crown that his sister, Sabrina, had made and a basket full of fresh cherries which he’d collected from their small farm on the cusp of dawn. Carefully, he’d set them down on the overflowing heap of gifts.
The Prince had frowned at the basket for a long moment before raising his hand and shoving a fistful in his mouth. Otabek blinked at him, totally taken aback.
“Mmm-hum… ” the Prince had hummed, closing his eyes, as he chomped on the bites of the plump fruits in his mouth. He opened his eyes, fixing his crystal green glare on Otabek. “Bring me more tomorrow,” he’d ordered, taking a few more from the basket.
“Y-yes, your highness,” Otabek had stuttered, bowing again before he was shoved away by a royal guard to clear the area. He hadn’t missed the way the Prince had shot a burning look at the guard.

Vanilla like scent -  When he was nine, just the day before their trip to Russia, Yuuri wondered for the first time if Victor had to go through the same for the sake of their marriage. Little did Yuuri know that his future husband was not even aware of their union.
Not yet at least.

The Castle Atop the Hill - “I was calling you. I’ve always been calling you.“ Viktor looked up brightly, smiling as if he just explained everything. “And now you’re here.”—
In a cursed land covered in unforgiving ice, Yuuri becomes a knight so that he and his family can survive. In the castle is where he finds Viktor, a prince with a magical gift, whom Yuuri believed could save anyone. But maybe Viktor needs saving too.

Drape me in your warmth -  So Victor being Victor, he kidnaped Chris, bought less aristocratic clothes to wear and went to the brothel. It wasn’t his first time in a brothel, god no, but he heard that the dance, which was performed there, was something to die for.

test (sehun)
genre: fluff
word count: 779 w.
summary: sehun volunteers to be your test subject. (not really.)

A month of hard work blossomed into this sleek lipstick placed neatly on the table. It was a final project for your Chemistry class. You crafted an environmental-friendly lipstick with a shade of chateau wine to complete the set. You did all you can to execute your experiment perfectly.

And it worked. Well, not quite yet.

You had to prove its long lasting effect as a lipstick before your professor could grade your work next week. There were three stages in your research design: drink a bubble tea, eat a burger and finally, kiss a boy.

If your lipstick could withstand those three stages then your project would save your grades from going to a downright spiral.

“And where would you get your so-called ‘test subject’?” Kyungsoo questioned, his small frame leaning towards you from across the lunch table.

“The third stage is optional,” you shrugged innocently. It’s not that you were terrified of kissing another person’s lips. You just weren’t confident in the whole kiss action.

Junmyeon butted in, “But you included that in your rubrics, you can’t change it now.”

“Seems like someone wants to be kissed,” Baekhyun teased, poking Junmyeon’s sides. Junmyeon swatted the younger’s hands away. “I have a girlfriend, you freak.”

Baekhyun chomped a big bite on the burger. His boisterous munching grinded your gears. “I have one, too. As I recall, Kyungsoo also has a girlfriend and if you were to even place a small peck on one of us, you’d be dead meat in no time.”

You took a big gulp down the cola you were drinking. Kyungsoo interrupted, “I mean, the only option you have is Sehun.”

Right then and there, Kyungsoo would have suffered from the effect of a spit take to be made by yours truly. You managed to cover your mouth just in time.

“Uh, yeah, no thanks,” you cleared your throat. “Kissing Sehun would be weird. He’s the closest friend I have because you dumbasses spend most of your time with your girlfriends.”

With a sigh, you added, “I don’t want our friendship to be awkward just because of a kiss.”

“Well, it won’t. You two are platonic, right? I don’t see any problem about that.” Junmyeon replied, brow raised as if he was expecting some kind of reaction from you.

“Speaking of the devil,” Baekhyun smirked as he pointed out to Sehun striding towards your table. You were still left dumbfounded by Junmyeon’s remarks earlier.

The crowd naturally dispersed to create a path for him to walk on. It must be your bad eyesight or something, but why was there suddenly streams of light highlighting Sehun’s godly features.

“Hey, Sehun! You’re best friend would like to ask you something!” Baekhyun hollered, hands formed in a cave-like shape so that his voice would reverberate across the whole cafeteria. The whole cafeteria.

“What’s up?” Sehun greeted.

“The sky,” you rolled your eyes to surpress whatever alien feeling that’s swirling inside you right now. Kyungsoo elbowed your stomach. “Ow! Okay, fine. Would you like to be my test subject for my Chem experiment?”

Sehun sat down on your other side. “Sure, what should I do?”

“Um–”

“Kiss her! You have to kiss her,” Baekhyun butted in. You scrunched your face in disgust because it seems like he was waiting for this moment to come much longer than you. Wait. Scratch that.

Sehun shrugged. You were about to kick Baekhyun under the table when Sehun swept you off your feet. What seemed to be a quick peck turned out to be longer. Your entire body tensed as the other three watched in silence, shocked.

When the kiss ended, your eyes were as wide as saucers. He commented, “Hmm, cherry.”

Caressing your now disheveled hair, you said, “I’m gonna go and lay down and die for like half hour, okay? Nobody disturb me.”

As you were collecting your things, Sehun grabbed a hold of your face. Scrutinizing your features, his gaze travelled from your eyes until it stopped at your lips. His thumb gently carressed your bottom lip.

“Your lipstick isn’t as effective as I thought it would be,” he said. His eyes glimmered with a hint of mischief. “You could always make another one. I’d prefer it if we do this kissing thing at my house.”

You can see how the boys were trying to avoid eavesdropping at your conversation. Sehun smirked before he sent you a flirty wink. “That way I could help you improve your project.”

note: i never thought i’d get to write a sehun drabble cause i don’t really get osh feels but i did it!! | masterlist

dragonofthegames  asked:

It's me again! How would aliens react to Gible, Gabite and Garchomp? More accurately, how would they eeact to Small tunnel digging beartrapmjaws, land shark, and land shark 2: Jet version.

Dexentry: Gible, The Land shark Pokémon . Gible once lived in the tropics, and to avoid cold It nests in horizontal holes warmed by geothermal heat. Foes who get too close can expect to be pounced on and bitten.

Dexentry: Gabite, the Cave Pokémon-  As it digs to expand its nest, it habitually digs up gems that it then hoards in its nest.

Dexentry: Garchomp, The Mach Pokémon. When it folds up its body and spreads its wings, it can fly like a jet plane at the speed of sound. (~340 m/s)

the Gibles dont come off as much of a threat, after accidentally walking to close to their territory, they learn that these lil sharks will bite you! but at this point theyre just thankful that simple bites is what they got instead of certain death. its worse when you accidentally step on a random hole in the ground and trip.

Gabite on the other hand, are much scarier, they burst out of the walls of mountains, their arms reminding of Scythers, and they snatch anything shiny

the first two are by all means- bad, but not as horrible as it could be, since it seems like they could chew and rip them apart if wanted, however, orders are orders and if they need to snatch some of them for research? then so be it. 

the only problem is that apparently- Garchomps are a thing that exist.  but whatever, its not like it has wings. and as the ship flies off the edge, it still runs after. its almost sad- as it will most likely crash to its death. however, the the wind picks it up, and it navigates in the air with its fins and glides as such incredible speed, the crew has no time to react, and it flies right through the ship, damaging the engine and releasing the trapped pokémon. 

Illyrian Bat Pt.2

Nesta takes home the Illyrian bat she saved in the market. The creature reminds her of a male she can’t forget. A vampire she perhaps misses more than she will admit.

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A heaving sigh escaped Nesta as she looked straight ahead at the cage in front of her. It was a pain in the ass to carry her groceries in along with the rusty metal bars holding the Illyrian bat inside. Just because she was a vampire with inhuman strength doesn’t mean she has enough room on her arms to carry everything up to her apartment.

She walked into her living room and placed the cage down on a small wobbly table in front of the lone maroon colored sofa. The creature inside the cage had been quiet under the tattered cloth to keep it protected from the sun’s harsh light that was now beaming down outside. Curtains were drawn shut as always in Nesta’s apartment leaving it in a mostly darkened state.

She made her way to shove cans of food in bare cabinets. Vampires didn’t gain much sustenance with human food, but mainly it provided them a sense of humanity by eating something that didn’t taste of blood. Of course most human food couldn’t compare to the appetizing red liquid vampires preferred. Nesta herself had that experience once at the House of Wind and has regretted ever consuming it. Now she forces herself to have meals from cans or boxes in an effort to cling onto the last remnants of what her human life was before the change.

A few small bags full of raw meat sat on the counter. Taunting her. Letting her know that she would never be able to return to the life she once knew. Disgust ran through Nesta’s body as she shoved the meat into the freezer and pulled out a small package of beef.

After spending so much time out this morning Nesta could feel her body draining from the exertion. It would be best to eat now before heading to bed. Her arm bumped into the two bags of food that the merchant had given her to feed the bat. She rolled her eyes at how naïve the man was to think the bat could live off dry pellets when it was supposed to eat meat and fruit instead.

A glance at the cage made Nesta wonder how long it had been since the bat ate a decent meal.  She quickly cut up portions of the raw beef on two separate plates. Less than a handful was set aside for the bat and Nesta cut a banana in bite size bits so it could have a more nutrition filled meal.

She walked in the living room to set both plates beside the cage. She could hear the bat sniffing and moving closer to the cage’s latch that kept him inside.

Nesta slowly removed the cloth and revealed the dark furry creature underneath. His hazel eyes looked around the room assessing his new surroundings. His nose moved rapidly at the smell of her apartment. Taking in her scent. Finally those intelligent eyes turned to Nesta.

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On the Cusp of Dawn [Read on AO3] by Loveactually-rps

[ Yuri on Ice | Yuri x Otabek | Teen Up and Audiences | Royalty, Friends To Lovers, Prince Yuri, Tournaments] 

Otabek bowed to the new Prince and offered the flower crown that his sister, Sabrina, had made and a basket full of fresh cherries which he’d collected from their small farm on the cusp of dawn. Carefully, he set them down on the overflowing heap of gifts.

The Prince, who’d just turned six, frowned at the basket for a long moment before raising his hand and shoving a fistful in his mouth. Otabek blinked at him, totally taken aback.

“Mmm-hum… ” the Prince hummed, closing his eyes, as he chomped on the bites of the plump fruits in his mouth. He opened his eyes, fixing his crystal green glare on Otabek. “Bring me more tomorrow,” he ordered, taking a few more from the basket.

“Y-yes, your highness,” Otabek stuttered, bowing again before he was shoved away by a royal guard to clear the area. He hadn’t missed the way the Prince had shot a burning look at the guard.

[Aka, AU where Yuri is a Prince and ranked highest among Omegas, whose life has revolved around his childhood friend, Otabek, who holds the lowest rank among Alphas. Yuri’s world suddenly comes shattering down after a loss he isn’t prepared for]

Chapter 11 is up…

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