defending his body

DANCE MAJORS AU. (Part 1, Part 1.5, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3 finale) 
Contemporary Ballet Dancer Shiro is someone everyone admires and basically Everyone’s Crush™ but he already have his eyes set on a certain new hip-hop dancer recruit next door who’s always wearing red. He doesn’t have the guts to ask him out–at all. However, he asks if he could teach him hip-hop dancing. 

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Eaten Alive

This is a Spideypool/Marvel fanfic – None of the characters or the fandom belongs to me

A/N: This is probably the cheesiest and silliest fanfic I have ever written, I hope the Marvel-Fandom can forgive me for this. Also, a reaaaally big hug and thank you at @spookytickles who was so kind to help me think of a title (okay actually I did nothing so credit to you bro :D )

Summary: Wade comes back home and tells Peter from his mission where he fell into a tank of mutant piranhas. He tries to show Peter how it was to be eaten alive by the little beasts.
Warning: This fanfic contains lots of fluff and tickling


Ohh Peter~

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  • Lance: *Wiggling around trying to get his shirt off which is stuck around his head*
  • Hunk: You okay, buddy? Need some help.
  • Keith, who has been staring at Lance's chest for the past minute: *Wildly gesturing no*
  • Hunk: Uh. Did. You. want to help him Keith?
  • Keith, softly: Hunk. Why would you betray me like this.

Day 7


We always feel the safest place is in the presence of those we love.

I’m sorry this is late, there’s no excuse I was distracted by videos. But yay! It is done! Lance week was a blast, but lord my hand hurts. Also, since I missed Klancemas I made this pic a little festive! Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season!

i’ve said this before, i’m sure, but i’m so sick and tired of people claiming hinata is a bad character because of neji’s death.

first of all, did you even watch that scene? hinata WEPT over her cousin, and fought to defend his body from further damage. she didn’t ignore his death like you fuckers seem to think she did. she was hurt by it just as much as anyone else he knew.

second, hinata was under no obligation to care about neji. this boy grew up making it damn clear that he wanted hinata to die for something that wasn’t even her fault. take a moment to think about this.

hinata was already being neglected and abused by her immediate family. she was naturally shy to start with, her father hated her and considered her a fucking failure, and then, to top it all off, the boy who was supposed to be there for her and protect her wanted her to DIE.

then he actually attempted to kill her, all the while mocking her insecurities and telling her how weak and worthless she was.

it doesn’t matter that neji eventually changed. he could have, and maybe did, scar hinata for life.

hinata would have been well within her right to fear and hate neji after all he did to her- because three years or so of him being Not a Dick™ doesn’t make up for all those years he abused and bullied her.

but hinata cried over, mourned over, and defended her cousin EVEN AFTER WHAT HE DID TO HER.

she already gave neji more than what he deserved.

and then she takes neji’s final words and slaps some sense into naruto with them. she doesn’t just ignore neji in favour of naruto- but if she had, that would have been completely logical, because naruto supported her for longer and more willingly than neji did.

finally, hinata is a gentle woman. she hates to fight- if it wasn’t for hiashi, she probably would never have become a shinobi.

this gentle woman is in the midst of war. people she knows and loves are falling all around her, and she just watched her own flesh and blood sacrifice himself for her sake.

OF COURSE she’s going to seek comfort, and naruto’s hand was that comfort.

hinata reacted to neji’s death in a truly selfless manner, and her need for comfort after such a traumatic experience does not make her a bad person.

Ehhhh messy first(?) attempt at drawing medieval/fantasy!Shiro…

Strange Happenings

Originally posted by reylo-musings

Summary: Kylo Ren finally has the guts to abandon the First Order and leave it all behind. His venture to freedom however sends him flying through a black hole and crashing onto a strange planet known as Earth, where reader finds him.

Warnings: Attempted assault and theft 

The rain was coming down hard, pounding on the roof of the venue you had just been waitressing. Your coworker looked over from the sink he was hunched over scrubbing dishes, 

“Thank God it wasn’t pounding this hard earlier.” 

You let out a chuckle as you cleaned out one of the last wine glasses. The extra cash you got for working the event was great, but the bridezilla that came as a test to your patience was anything but. 

“Pretty sure she was going to rip someone’s throat out if they mentioned the good luck with fertility one more time.” 

You both shook your heads laughing, reminiscing on her fuming anger which almost quite literally had steam blowing out of her ears. She truly was a vision…of horror. 

Events like this were rare for you to get called out to work considering you were only starting, but with the catering company being short staffed you had to take your shot. You wanted the experience, and seriously needed the money. The catering company made it almost too easy to get it too. By picking up a few trays and driving them to the venue, you got paid for your drive there. You got paid an extra $5 per hour than your regular pay just because it was an event, and not to mention the tips. The tips were what you were most excited about, especially with the wedding being an open bar. Drunks were always the most generous tippers in your experience. In short, you couldn’t wait to see your pay stub and actually have money left after your rent payment. What a thought.

Looking to the clock your shoulders instantly slouched with a sigh of relief as the hand hit midnight. 

“Yes! That’s my signal.” 

The coworker looked down to his watch, returning his gaze to you with concern as he put down the plate. 

“Shouldn’t you have left like 2 hours ago? I mean I’m only staying cause I’m 20 minutes away. How far out are you again?” 

You looked down at your black shoes, trying to sound unconcerned as you placed the dish rag down, “Uhhh like 2…hours.” 

He slammed his hand down and stared at you in shock, “2 hours?!” 

“I really need the money ok?! The later I stay, the better the pay.“ 

He shook his head at you turning to face you, 

“Look (Y/N), I know rent ain’t cheap in the city but for the sake of you getting home safely, work the set up crew next time we work a wedding this far out ok? They get just as many hours.” 

You nodded sheepishly, trying to get the conversation over with. You weren’t up to arguing about how they didn’t get tips like the evening waitresses. 

“Now I’m gonna be worried about you for 2 hours. Especially with the weather like this. Send a text when you get home?” 

“Yeah sure. I’ll be fine though, I mean come on it’s the boonies. Worst that could happen is a deer runs out into the road.” 

He didn’t seem amused as you threw your bag over your shoulder. With a roll of your eyes you placed your hands on your hips. You appreciated his concern, but being as old as you were, you weren’t really looking for an extra parent or older sibling to worry over your perfectly capable self. 

“Seriously, I’ll be fine. I can take care of myself.” 

He just shook his head as he returned to washing the last few wine glasses, “Alright. Well drive safe.” 

You turned on your heel and waved to him while making your exit, “I promise!” 

With a bounce in your step thinking about how successfully your first event went you walked towards the gravel parking lot, only to start slowing your steps. The further out of the venue you got, the more you realized just how creepy and dingy the place was. When you had pulled up earlier this morning the barn like hall seemed adorable, with the fall of night however, not so much.

 There were no street lights in sight, making it difficult to even see where the road was. There were also no signs except the venue’s name for miles. At this hour there was also not a single sound except for the rain. The overwhelming surrounding of trees made everything seem even darker and eerie as well. The pounding frequency of rain that blurred out anything more than 15 feet ahead didn’t really help the vibe either. The only thing that seemed to ease the creepy vibe was the fact that you could clearly see your car, just a few yards away, all by it’s lonesome. 

With a deep breath you shook your head, 

“Just run to the car, just run to the car.” 

Dashing through the rain straight to the car door you started to fumble through your purse as the rain now soaked your tailored top, 

“Come on.” 

Pushing around your belongings you finally heard the familiar faint jingle of your keys. 

Just as you got a hold of them, there was suddenly a different kind of cold sensation just barely grazing your neck. Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to control your breathing as you felt your heart start to pound against your ribs. 

“Give me the keys doll face…and we won’t have a problem.” 

The sound of the hoarse male voice made your skin crawl, causing you to visibly cringe. His ability to approach you so steathily only added to your anxiety, what if he had back up? What if he could just as quietly kidnap you? There wasn’t a soul living out here to witness the crime. With a sudden shove, the man pushed you into the side of your car. 


His hands covered your mouth instantly, the fear inside you building as your breathing grew more rigid. You knew you had pepper spray to defend yourself, but with his body weight holding you to the car the way he was and what you assumed to be a pocket knife so close to your throat, you knew you couldn’t fish it out of your purse fast enough or smoothly to avoid a cut. 

“KEYS! Now.” 

Pushing the knife closer to your neck you let out a whimper as you tried to fish for the keys you just had a hold on out from the bottom. Hands shaking furiously as you felt around. 

“Hurry the he-” 

Suddenly he was cut off as his body jolted backwards, his voice sounding as though his airways were suddenly constricted. Instantly you felt a faint tinge of relief wash over you as you felt his weight off of you. Breathing heavily your eyes went to the gravel beneath you for a moment, noticing your attackers knife before you. Not understanding how he had not kept his grip on his weapon you slowly raised your gaze.

Just as you did however, you now found yourself breathless, eyes growing wider than saucers. If it was at all possible your heart was somehow managing to beat even harder than it had earlier. 

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Walk in the Snow

Note: This one has major fluff. Enjoy. :)

Word Count: 846+

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warnings: None

“Remind me why we are outside in the middle of a snowstorm?” Thomas asked, turning his head in your direction.

“Because I haven’t had time to have fun in the snow since I was a kid! This brings back so many memories!” You breathed, taking in the sight around you.

You and Thomas were taking a walk outside in the middle of the snowy weather. It was freezing, but you didn’t care. The sight was beautiful, white consumed the earth and sky as far as the eye could see. Icicles formed on the tree branches.

Thomas’s mouth twitched up into a small smile as he watched you from a distance with his hands in his pockets. His eyes watched while you admired the beautiful scenery around you. He didn’t care about the scenery, all of the beauty he wanted to see was right in front of him.

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anonymous asked:

Yo! Reverse AU of Zenny's Lil Sis where when Hanzo and she want to go back, but Reverse Zenyatta and Genji are really possessive of Zenny's Little sis and both Hanzos have to fight to get the two back to their universe?

You gave a concerned look between the two groups, slowly shuffling towards Hanzo as rage radiated from the three of them. Your hand gently slid onto Hanzo’s arm and Zenyatta got angrier the omnic’s fist clenching.

“I have killed you before,” Genji said and Hanzo bristled.

“I have killed you as well,” he said and you closed your eyes, not wanting to see it, “I may be less dead here than you think.”

Hanzo slowly notched an arrow to his bow, the other two preparing their weapons as well. Hanzo slowly shuffled you behind him, willing to defend you with his own body.

“Hide yourself,” Hanzo said and you whimpered, not wanting to see anyone hurt.

Your eyes were tightly closed and you heard the beginning of battle, nausea welling up inside of you. At the first sound of pain determination flowed through you, making you turn around and call out.

“Stop!” they all immediately stopped, seeing tears welling up in your eyes.

“Zenyatta, I’m sorry that you lost your sister,” you said, walking towards him, “but I don’t belong here. Let me go home to my own brother.”

He stared at you before sighing, giving a nod and you gave him one last hug. Your hand sliding into Hanzo’s before the two of you went back, giving a wave to them.

Drabbles 11 and 28 - Crowley x Reader

Note: This one was really cute! I apologize if there are a few errors, I was really tired while writing it. Hope you enjoy! :)

Request: @lucifer-ismy-bae​ asked: Love your blog <3 could you do 11. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” and 28. “Marry me?”

“Remind me why we are outside in the middle of a snow storm?” Crowley asked, turning his head in your direction.

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Fairy Tail GO! Ch. 22

Rated T. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: Lucy was having fun playing ‘Pokémon Go!’ when she accidentally put herself in harm’s way. Luckily a pink haired boy saved her just in the nick of time. A ‘thank you’ lunch helped spark a new friendship between them, but Lucy got more than she bargained for when she realized the boy she befriended had a complex past full of dark secrets. Fortunately for him, Lucy won’t be scared away so easily. Modern High School AU. Slight Angst/Drama/Fluff.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60

Read on or AO3.

*Possible triggers for sexual assault. (Not very graphic)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Natsu’s Weekend- Saturday (PT. 2)

“Oh, this is going to be fun.” She pulled away, biting her lower lip.

A rush of fear overwhelmed his system. Natsu stared up at the lady, wondering what the hell she was doing. “G-get off me!” It seemed like the girl didn’t pay him any attention as she continued.

She forced her leg between his legs, then stepped closer until her thigh pressed against his crotch. “Oh come on, I just wanna have a little fun. Everything will be okay.”

Natsu’s body tensed up. He felt a chill run down his pained spine as memories began flooding his mind.

“Come on, it’ll be okay…”

“N-no,” he threw his head back to get away, but that only caused him to hit the wall hard. Feeling light-headed, he still protested when he felt her hands on his chest. “Please, get off!”

His hands grabbed her arms, but he didn’t push her. He just wanted to make her stop without using violence. He knew he could overpower her. Throwing her off him would be simple, but he might hurt her like he hurt-

Natsu gasped. It all happened so fast. His hands came off her as she grabbed his wrists. His hands were pinned above his head in a tight grip. Natsu’s eyes narrowed when he struggled against her. ‘How is this chick so strong?’

He could blame his medication on this one. Sometimes it gave him fatigue, but it was rare. He tried to kick her, but every time he moved his hips, her thigh pressed harder against his crotch. It felt uncomfortable, and he worried that she might hurt him down there. “Let me go now before I-”

Before he got the sentence out, he felt her roll her hips against his crotch, silencing him for a moment. Natsu froze, feeling stunned for a moment before anger took over. “Get the fuck off me!” He snarled, his voice echoing through the hall.

The girl didn’t listen. Instead she smiled at the frustrated male’s face. His teeth were bared, lips curling up as his eyes narrowed. He was two seconds away from trying to knee the girl. She rolled her hips again. Natsu closed his eyes, disgusted by the feeling. He felt trapped. He felt dirty. Disgusted by his own body.

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“You can’t be serious!”

You’d known that the dwarves would react negatively when they found out about your secret, but you hadn’t envisioned anything like this. You’d assumed they would make you send it away – give the poor little one to Gandalf, or simply boot it out the mountain that it had been hatched in and then lock you inside if you tried to follow—

Dwalin jerks back when you interpose yourself between his axe and the baby dragon. “That’s a stupid place to be, lass,” he growls, making a point of pointing his axe elsewhere, instead of at your heart as it had been. He sees the distress on your face and relents a tad. “Better to get it over with now, before you get any more attached.”

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Ayahina Week Day 2: Sparring

When Ayato realised he had to train her, his first reaction was nothing short of an explosion, something like a time bomb in an enclosed area because he very well can’t fire his shards towards Eto.

“Why the heck do I have to be the one to train her?!” Finger pointing towards the girl standing outside the meeting room they occupy. “I don’t have the time or patience and you very well know that.” He spits like he just ate something foul and needs to get rid of it ASAP.

“But you’re the only one near her age,” she sings, “so I thought maybe you two can get along well.”

He calls Eto’s words bullshit immediately. “I seriously think you’re blind and deaf if you think I can get along with anyone. You should be glad that ghouls heal quickly other Naki’s hospital bills would have shut us down the moment he came back.”

A tick appeared on Eto’s face, not that Ayato can see it and she really has better, more important stuff that actually requires her attention instead of dealing with Ayato’s feeble complaints. And she’s going to show who the boss around here is. “Like it or not, you’re in charge of her from now on. Whether she dies or survives on her first mission, it’s up to you and your childish decisions. You can throw her to the ghetto if you want to,” Eto shrugs, “Not like anyone significant to her will miss her terribly.”

He turns before his face gives away the slightest hint of his stomach churning.

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