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anonymous requested: Bucky fluff! He needs to be happy. One morning he wakes up before you and you’re turned to face away from him. He starts tracing shapes on your back and you wake up, but still pretend to be asleep. You feel him trace “Will you marry me?” You turn over and face him and trace “Yes” on his arm. :)

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warnings: nudity, implied smut

additional: i realize now that my fics either start with the character waking up in the morning or waking up in the middle of the night. also i’m bad at titles. thank you for the request!

The warmth of the sun on his face woke him up. Around nine o’clock, Bucky opened his eyes and was immediately met with an image of you, asleep, curled up with your back to his. He grinned at the sight of you, your body still bare after the events of last night, save for the covers tangled haphazardly around your hips. He let his eyes trail down your frame, following the curve of your shoulder, the shadow of your lower half beneath the blanket. His gaze paused to admire the ridges of muscle in your back, and he felt the urge to touch you again, so he did, grazing your shoulder blade with his fingertips. He used his right hand so he could truly feel the soft, warm pliancy of your skin.

It always felt unreal to him, the fact that he could touch you like this, not even because he wanted to, but because you liked it. You wanted him, and after all this time, it was still unbelievable to him. He loved you, and you loved him back. He hadn’t ever felt this way before, so sure of what he wanted, whom he wanted. He wanted to lay there in bed with you forever, tucked under the covers and tangled up in each other. He wanted to spend every waking moment with you, protecting you, holding you, kissing you. He wanted just as badly to be protected by you, held by you, kissed by you. Bucky knew what he wanted; he just couldn’t believe you felt the same way. You loved him. And the thought of you loving him brought a giddy smile to his face.

You made a soft, tired sound, and Bucky felt you stir beneath his hand. His smile deepened, and he could see that you were pretending to sleep now. He stroked your back, drawing swirls across your skin, listening to your breath as it sped up just slightly, notifying him that you were indeed awake. Fine. He wanted to ask you this aloud, but if you were going to be a tease, so would he. He scooted closer to you and went back to tracing shapes on your back, slowly, efficiently, hoping you would realize what he was doing. W-I-L-L… Y-O-U…

Bucky hadn’t even started the last word when you turned over in bed suddenly, launching yourself at him with a squeal of delight. He laughed while you lay on top of him, kissing his face over and over and over. “Good morning to you, too,” he muttered while you held your lips to his cheek and made exaggerated smooching sounds.

You pulled back to gaze down at him, your eyes glassy with unshed tears. You were smiling; the sight made his heart swell in his chest. He could feel your fingers on his arm, but he was too lost in you to understand what you had traced. “Yes,” you murmured to him, your voice soft.

Bucky blinked, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Yes?” he repeated, dazed. “You mean—”

“Yes! My answer is yes, James!” you exclaimed. You brushed a strand of hair from his face—so delicately, he almost sighed with content—and kissed his temple. Smooch. “You’re such a romantic, admit it.”

Bucky scrunched up his nose in faux disgust. “No, I’m not.”

“Yes.” Smooch. “You are.”

“No.”

“Yes!” Smooch, smooch.

“You already said ‘yes’ to me, doll.”

“Oh, I’m not your doll.” This time you smooched the spot right between his eyebrows, then the tip of his nose, the cleft in his chin. “I’m your spouse.”

“You’ll always be my doll.” His hand had found its way to the back of your thigh; he squeezed it affectionately, and his other hand rose to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. He tilted his head up to kiss your lips but you pulled back just out of reach. He frowned, brows knitted together in a pout. “And we’re not even married yet, sweetheart.”

“Key word: ‘yet’.” You kissed the corner of his lips, eyeing him cheekily. Your mouth ghosted over his, waiting for his next move.

Bucky grinned and kissed you back.

Horror/SciFi Drabble Prompts (pt 1)

Send me a title and the names of a character/pairing for me to write a drabble or ficlet! Feel free to adapt the prompts to include more than 1-2 characters.

After It All: The end of the world has come and gone, but a few people still remain in the wastes. Character A comes across an old remaining laboratory where Character B has been kept all this time, preserved to survive the apocalypse.

Roswell: After an object falls from the sky, Characters A goes on a search to find what it was. What they find is Character B, who has crash-landed and is far from home.

No One Can Hear You Scream: The character is lost in space and loses connection with Earth. The isolation starts to drive them to their worst point.

Come Back to Me: Character A has died suddenly and tragically, so Character B relies on resurrection to bring them back to life.(Science or necromancy - take your pick!)

Long Road Home: Character A has died and meets Character B, who is there to lead them to the afterlife. Whether their afterlife is full of pleasant memories or horrible regrets is up to you. (Bonus: Character C plays a part in one of their most vibrant memories).

Blood Drinker: Character A has recently been bitten by a vampire and is struggling with their new insatiable hunger.

No Place Like Home: the character(s) are moving into a new home, but at least one of them has second thoughts after hearing about the grim history of the place.

Don’t Touch: Character A comes across a cursed object and makes the mistake of taking it with them: what does their hell on earth look like?

Not Quite Gone: Character A has recently died, but before they go, they want to pay a visit to Character B.

Taken: Character A has been kidnapped and experiences horrors at the hands of Character B. Do they make their escape?

spookysimon  asked:

For the mini fic - Philkas and #16 please?

 16. things you said with no space between us

“I’m bored,” Lukas announces.

“Do your homework,” Philip says, without looking up from his own math book. They’re sitting in Philip’s room, Lukas lounging back in Philip’s desk chair, and Philip sitting crossed legged on the bed. There’s soft music playing from the laptop on the desk, and up until now there had been a comforting silence hanging in the room.

Philip hears the creek of the chair, and then the rustle of the sheets, and suddenly his math book is taken from his hands. “Already finished,” Lukas says, his face so close their noses almost touch. There’s a soft but mischievous smile playing on his lips.

“That’s a lie and we both know it,” Philip tells him, but he doesn’t try to get his math book back.

Lukas just smiles at him, and nudges his nose against Philips before softly bringing their lips together. It’s sweet, gentle, so unlike the kisses they shared in the beginning of their relationship that it takes Philip’s breath away. He doesn’t remember moving, but suddenly he’s lying flat on his back, and Lukas is hovering over him, pressing soft kisses all over his face.

“Oh my god, Lukas, stop,” Philip says, laughing, as Lukas presses a kiss to one eyelid and then another.

“Okay,” Lukas says, and promptly lets himself flop down on top of Philip.

Philip lets out a loud huff as Lukas’s full weight lands on top of him. “You’re the worst.”

Lukas lifts his head, beaming at him brightly, and Philip realizes he’s never ever told a bigger lie. Lukas is, if he’s being honest with himself, the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He never thought he could have him like this, this soft and smiley and happy, and he feels the worth pouring out of his mouth before he can stop himself.

“I love you.”

Lukas looks at him, wide eyed, but Philip has seen his panic face often enough to know that this isn’t it. This isn’t fear, or panic, this is disbelief. This is awe. This is-

“I love you too,” Lukas breaths out the words, so soft Philip probably wouldn’t have heard him if they weren’t so close. Suddenly Lukas leans up on his arms, determined look on his face, as he repeats, “I love you.” It’s like a dam has broken, because suddenly Lukas is repeating it over and over again, as he starts peppering kisses all over Philip’s face again. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Philip laughs, delighted and happy happy happy, and tries to get the upper hand again, miserably failing.

I love you too, I love you too, I love you too.

anonymous asked:

An I have 23 with Draco?

Originally posted by hogwartsfansite

#23. “Do I look like I want to dance?” 

“Care to dance, [f/n]?”

You tugged at your clothes, glancing at Draco’s offered hand. “Do I look like I want to dance?” you asked, indicating your awful dress robes. “These are horrendous to walk in, nevermind dance.”

Draco smiled crookedly, “You look good.”

You made a face, “Still, I’d prefer not tempting fate.”

“Fine. We don’t have to dance. We can just talk,” Draco offered, taking a seat next to you. “Do you have anything you want to talk about? Potions homework? Current events? Politics?”

You arched a brow, eyes dancing with amusement, “You really are reaching, Malfoy,” you teased lightly.

“Well, I’ve got something nice to reach for.”

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Chris Kreider #1

This is for you. :) @shea-gropp :* Very easy, very friendly banter. I hope you like this one!

Word count: 1, 059

Originally posted by siriuslyilluminaeted

You smiled at the giants who were teaching six year-olds how to skate properly. There is nothing more attractive than grown men, professional hockey players at that, taking the time off to give back to the community. At a non-team sanctioned event at that. Yes, the sound you’re hearing are your ovaries crying.

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(7) jaebum as jinyoung's boyfriend.

hello,, it has been,, a long time,, i’m sorry!! >< writer’s block has been my companion for a long time also i lacked the confidence so…

anyway here’s a thing?? or sort of?? i started this quite some time ago and i just recently decided to throw in more pointers beCAUSE WHO DOESN’T LOVE DOMESTIC!JJP ohmygod??? fluff and jjp go together okay.

also!! i’ve never ever done a bulletpoint scenario before, so do bear with me as this is my very first bulletpoint scenario!! ;; i hope you enjoy this!!


jaebum as jinyoung’s boyfriend:

• lots of cuddling

• exchanging great titles now and then

• loves staring at his beautiful face

personally goes down to his filming set just to bring him food and to see his nyeongie act

• overly protective

• pda everywhere and anywherE

• makes him feel so good

• breathes in his shampoo

• says ‘i love you’ a thousand times a day

• first one to be there when jinyoung is upset

• hUGS HUGS HUGS

• always by his side tbh

• ^ wherever jinyoung is, he is.

• good morning kisses

• the type to always have a hand around his waist

• or even arms wrapped around jinyoung’s waist

• glares at everyone else who tries to flirt with jinyoung

• will always wait for jinyoung after he finishes his shooting

• loves snuggling in bed w jinyoung

• always cuddling

• peppers jinyoung’s face w kisses 24/7

• tbh always has his hand in jinyoung’s

• is like jinyoung’s personal koala

• compliments jinyoung randomly

• spoils him with presents

• is a real greaseball around jinyoung

• casually throws in pick-up lines here and there

• “are you tired? cuz u’ve been running through my mind all day”

• ^ to the point where jinyoung groans loudly and asks him to stop (but his cheeks say otherwise)

• always makes an effort to be the one that wakes jinyoung up

• tries to cook (and fails)

• 90% of the time he goes with whatever jinyoung says

• ^ his opinion is literally jinyoung’s

• constantly telling jinyoung how much he loves him

• flashes him the cutest and brightest smiles

• always makes jinyoung tell him what’s bothering him

• makes jinyoung’s concerns his own

• loves burying his face into jinyoung’s tummy

• but tbh jinyoung buries his face in the crook of jaebum’s neck more often ^

• loves staring at him

• 90% of the smiles he gives jinyoung are the softest smiles ever

• always there to pick jinyoung up (manager hyung, pls resign)

• always gets lost in jinyoung’s eyes

• the type to kiss the inside of his wrists

• bIG sPOOON

• spoons jinyoung whenever he gets the chance

• he just really wants to protect his jinyoungie, though.

• makes an effort to interlock their hands

• never wants to let go of his hand

• would buy him expensive gifts tbh

• sucker for jinyoung’s puppy eyes

• kisses jinyoung’s knuckles too

• actually just kisses everywhere

• he loves placing his chin on top of jinyoung’s head

• actually he loves kissing jinyoung’s temple too

• he attacks his neck and jaw too, but that’s another story.

• incredibly soft for him like very very very 너무너무너무 soft

• fool for jinyoung

• hates aegyo but would do it for jinyoung

• actually he does almost everything just for jinyoung

• always reminding jinyoung of his worth

• never ever doubts jinyoung’s love for him

• possesive-ish???

• cheeseball

• always sleeps after jinyoung does

• ^ tbh so he can stare at jinyoung’s peaceful state, but nah


in conclusion, jaebum is just a really soft dork for jinyoung and would do anything for him bc jinyoung is his princess and he’d give the whole world to him if he could. i’m so sappy but i’m too far down the jjp river that i can’t stop ;-; anyway!! hope you enjoyed this!!

Originally posted by got7-ijb-imjaebum

(gif not mine, credits to got7-ijb-imjaebum!!)

anonymous asked:

For the A/B/O prompts could you do 41, 42, and 47 with triplet!Ben (or modern!Ben, I don't mind which), please?

You should do 2, 31, 43, and 54 for the abo dyanics with Ben 💚

Oddly enough, your requests went perfectly together despite all the numbers haha, hope you enjoy bebes! 

((this is an attempt to write triplet Ben’s softer side and not just his apparent “horn dog” rep)) 

Modern AU triplet Ben +  “I can smell it! You’re in heat.” +  “I thought you were on suppressants?” +  “I need you to claim me as your omega.” +  “I never thought I wanted a mate until I met you.“ +  “I will only claim you as my omega if you love me.” +  “I don’t want to be claimed by anyone but you.” +  “I gotta say, you have a really, really strong scent, even for an Omega.”


The instant you walked into the triplets apartment, your senses went haywire. Your head began to dizzy at the overwhelming scent in the apartment, your core beginning to throb as the heat inside your body rose. Given the fact that you were in heat, the scent alone was enough to do you in. Looking to the living room you saw Ben on the couch, his eyes going wide as he inhaled faintly and abruptly stood.

You arched a brow, “Ben-”

He pointed to you as if making an accusation, “I can smell it! You’re in heat.”

His eyes seemed to flutter for a moment, obviously getting caught up in your scent as he was in his rut. Needless to say, the last thing he had planned was for you to show up so suddenly at his apartment. In fact, it was something he had attempted to avoid for months as you were together. 

“I gotta say, you have a really…really strong scent, even for an Omega.”

You smiled faintly, obviously not as nervous as he was at the circumstances at hand. Being with Ben as long as you had been, you knew without a doubt in your mind he was your mate. Not just from your nature, but everything about your chemistry and the way he made you feel. He was the one. Which led you to this moment now, confronting him when you knew his brothers were both gone.

Going wide eyed, Ben suddenly realized why your scent was so much stronger now. His brows furrowed as he loudly responded to you.

“I thought you were on suppressants?”

“I decided not to be this time around.”

Sauntering closer towards him, Ben clumisly started walking backwards, holding his hands up as if in defense to keep you away.

“(Y/N), we’ve been over this. We’re taking our time, we don-”

“Cut the crap Ben.”

Bens brows furrowed as he suddenly hit the dining room wall, only to realize your steps were a little quicker now. Pushing himself into the wall he watched you wide eyed, his pupils growing, as you stepped right before him. Your gaze was as sharp as daggers, focused despite your lust filled thoughts. You knew what you wanted, and you would assure that you had it.

“I need you to claim me as your omega.”

Ben brows relaxed faintly, his muscles still stiff against the wall as he locked his eyes with yours. From the way his lips faintly trembled you could tell he was nervous, despite his own lust filled haze circling his mind, he was both surprised and anxious at your sudden confrontation. 

“(Y/N) I-”

“I know you’re trying to prove something, but you already have. I know who you really are, and I know you take this as seriously as I do. I know what I want and I mean it when I say it…I want you to claim me.” 

His adams apple bobbed in his neck, his shoulders slowly relaxing though his jaw was still visibly tense. 

“You know I’ve wanted to…but I have conditions.”

“Like what?”

He trembled faintly, almost seeming as though he were about to cry. You knew him well enough however to know he was simply nervous. Absolutely and thoroughly nervous. 

“I will only claim you as my omega if you love me.”

Your brows furrowed faintly, “I already do love you Ben.”

“No…no I mean really love me…I mean lifetime commitment, no going back…love me. …I’m not doing this just to relieve myself. …I need to know you’re as serious about this as I am…as committed. …I can’t claim you if you’re not committed.”

You smiled faintly as you gently placed your hand on his slightly heaving chest. The touch alone was enough to get both of your hearts beating faster.

“That’s exactly what I want with you Ben…I haven’t wanted anything less.”

He gulped, “Y-…you mean that?”

You nodded, “Ben…I never wanted a mate until I met you.”

Slowly his nervous expression began to soften into an extremely faint smile as he watched you intently speaking.

“I always thought having an alpha would be some kind of horrible life sentence…that I would just be a…well, you know. Forced to live one way all because of biology and end up miserable. But that all changed when I met you. You made me reconsider it all…and I don’t think I could go back to thinking the way I did before now that I have you.”

Gently you ran your hand down his cheek, staring into his eyes with an earnest content and admiration. You truly loved this man, your heat filled psyche aside, you knew what your heart desired.

“I want you to claim me as your omega because…because I don’t want to be claimed by anyone but you.”

Ben sighed, his nostrils faintly flaring as his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, leaning into your soft touch. Opening his eyes once again he looked at you, the darkness in his pupils becoming apparent again as he put his hand over yours.

“I’m glad to know the feeling’s mutual.”

You smiled as Ben took your hand before him, placing a chaste kiss to the back of it without breaking eye contact. Gazing at each other, as the room fell silent again, your minds both returned to the overwhelming elephant in the room. The undeniable tension between you. He sighed, bringing your hands before him as he entertwined them, faintly trembling.

“You’re sure about this? …You really want this?”

You nodded, “More than anything.”

With a beaming smile spreading across his face, Ben swiftly leaned towards you, joining your lips instantly. Surely enough, a smile spread across your own lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, gently pulling yourself closer to him. Slowly the kiss grew deeper, the true nature of this encounter bubbling to the surface. Ben pulled away, looking to you with his chest heaving.

“Bedroom. Now.”

You nodded eagerly with a little bite to your lip, giddily pulling Ben along with you to the room assuring no more time would be wasted. 

anonymous asked:

#35 for Loki

Originally posted by cedimond

#35. “Don’t get any ideas.” 

“Where were you all earlier?” you frowned at Loki as you trailed after him. “I looked everywhere for you. I heard you all got into trouble!”

“It was Thor’s idea,” Loki ran a hand over his hair, lowering himself down onto a stair. You sat down next to him, waiting patiently for him to explain.

Don’t get any ideas,” Loki warned, shooting you a look. You stuck out your tongue at your elder brother, shoving his arm and he chuckled, ruffling your hair as he pushed you away.

“Just tell me what happened!”

Loki shook his head, his smile fading as his expression went serious once more. “Thor wanted to confront Laufey. To hold him accountable for his men’s attempt to steal the Casket.”

“But Odin said-”

“I know what he said,” Loki cut you off, rubbing his hand over his face. “So did Thor.”

“So what happened?”

“Father sent Thor to Midgard.”

Your eyes stretched wide as you thought of your other brother, “Father sent him away?” Tears pricked your gaze and you wiped them away quickly, staring at Loki helplessly, “Is he ever coming back?”

“If he learns the error of his ways, perhaps. It’s up to Father.”

You leaned against your elder brother’s side, eyes wide and anxious. “But do you think he’ll come back?”

Loki sighed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “I’m sure he will, [f/n].”

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Matthew Tkachuk #2

Requested by Anon:  potenially an angsty prompt???: your relationship isnt completely defined as boyfriend+girlfriend yet and jsut when you thought you two were doing so well you see a girl post photos/text screenshots/tweeting about him and her…WHAT ARE WE??? tyler seguin, johnny gaudreau, tom wilson, or connor mcdavid?  hi same anon with the “potentially angsty”/WHAT ARE WE prompt.. also feel like marns, or matt tkachuk could be potential candidates as well, just thinking of which players are more into to social media haha take as long as you need for this one and decide on whoever you want even outside my suggestions! <33

*Hiiii!! Thank you so much! I had a looot of drafts and finally settled with Matthew Tkachuk. This is angsty and cute so I hope you like it. Also this is the longest imagine I’ve done and probably the longest I ever will. Enjoy!! :)*

Word count: 1, 405

Originally posted by wonthetrade

Oh no. There it is again. You frowned and pouted even if you’re the only one in your room. Oh freaking no.

Over the last few weeks, you have seen a very familiar Twitter handle on your feed, always mentioned by the same person too: Matthew Tkachuk.

Remember him? Yup, the guy you’ve been talking to for the past three months. 

You already went to the bombshell’s – really, there’s no other way to describe her blonde little head – profile once and was eaten up by insecurities so it’s safe to say that you should not click on the handle again.

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December Drabble 4: Olivia Benson

Masterlist | December Drabble Prompts

Originally posted by nbcsvu

Olivia was overjoyed to come home to the smell of cookies and the sight of her two favorite people in the kitchen. She stayed silent as she watched you helping Noah spread icing.

“Good job!” You exclaimed, smiling at him. “If you promise not to tell Mommy, you can have one.”

“Mommy knows,” Olivia smiled from the doorway. You jumped.

“You scared me, Liv. How come you’re home so early?”

“Wanted to see my two favorite people.”

“Your two favorite people were about to surprise the precinct with some Christmas cookies, but this is even better,” you grinned, kissing her.

Damicolin Headcanons/Drabbles

-Damian Wayne is surprisingly the first to acquire feelings for Colin, at age 13. For a while he just thinks it’s teenage hormones but after a few months of feeling the same way, Damian finds out he really likes Colin, even loves him.

-Damian starts to avoid Colin because he thinks having feelings for him will ruin their friendship and make Colin hate him.

-miles away Colin feels the same way about Damian, and wants to get the reason why he’s avoiding him. He’s determined.

-Colin runs into Damian and corners him, feelings are shared, smooches happen (Damian almost passes out) and they become tiny boyfriends.

-They keep their relationship a secret, Damian sneaks out at night multiple times to see Colin, leaving the batfam to wonder why he’s sneaking off.

-Dick finds out first by following Damian after he snuck out, he finds them holding hands and kissing, generally acting all couple-like.

-He almost screams.

-The rest of the batfam find after he told them he was dating Colin at dinner.

-Following the initial freak out, the whole family is supportive. (Brucie spits out his wine XD)

-Bruce: “no sexual acts until you’re thirty”

-Dick: “I found out a month ago, can I be the best man at your wedding?”

-Jason: “Demon brat is growing up! congrats.”

-Tim: “Well, that was unsurprising.”

-Alfred is the most supportive, he helps dami when he’s having a gay crisis, and gives him relationship advice because Damian utterly sucks at being romantic, akward bby needs help.

-He calls Colin ‘Beloved’ and helps him when he’s having nightmares, because he knows how to handle them.

-AKWARD CUTIE BOYFRIENDS YAYYYYYY

aureacarmina  asked:

Nurse Me

Leave a “Nurse Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.

Normally, nothing is above the importance of a performance. His work, ever insistent, has always dictated his life from the forefront. Everything, including food and rest, is secondary when compared to his craft.

Everything except for family.

Jhin stepped carefully along the muddy forest path, keeping his head low and hood pulled close to protect his face from the evening’s rain. As much as he wished to continue studying his target in town, he knew he’d been gone from his charge long enough. Climbing over the gnarled root of a great tree, he tucked the parchment covered parcel he’d purchased deeper into his cloak to ensure that the goods wouldn’t soak.

With time, he found what he was looking for. A small, pale house sat behind a cluster of willows deep within the woods. Half overgrown with vines from years of neglect, the hut was near impossible to find without a map or prior knowledge. It was a safehouse- one of many bestowed unto him by his generous employers. The light glowing inside was faint. Jhin supposed he’d returned just in time.

He disabled the trap he’d placed outside the front step before unlocking the door. Inside lay an open room with a small workbench set perpendicular to the foot of an old cot. A dying fire crackled faintly inside a hearth against the opposite wall. With a sudden shiver, Jhin peeled off his wet cloak to step over and rekindle the blaze, stealing a glance over his shoulder to the form crumpled in the bedding behind him.

An unfortunate accident, really. His brother had been upstaged during a performance and suffered quite a few nasty injuries. Finding a medic that wouldn’t suspect his wounds would have been a difficult task. Thankfully Jhin had been close enough to catch wind of the incident and come to his aid before the damages could claim him. He wanted to chastise his brother for his carelessness, but the injured form heaped among the blankets evoked enough pity within him to let him rest instead.

With the fire coaxed back to life, Jhin filled a kettle with rainwater and hung it above the flames. He removed the parcel from his cloak’s inner pocket before leaving the garment to dry. Jhin tore the thick paper from the package in his hands, smiling to himself as the sweet aromas of the Ionian teas within filled his senses.

The bandages he’d dressed his brother in had been hard at work healing his wounds, but Jhin hoped this little gift might assist in mending his sodden spirit.

Drabble Challenge!

Repost this. Followers/Readers send numbers to your Ask. You write a fic/drabble using that line in your piece. Have fun! Expect a ton of requests!! 

  1. “That’s starting to get annoying”
  2. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
  3. “You can’t just sit there all day.”
  4. “I’m too sober for this.”
  5. “I’m not here to make friends.”
  6. “I need a place to stay.”
  7. “Well, that’s tragic.”
  8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”
  9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
  10. “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
  11. “Dear Diary, …”
  12. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
  13. “I lost our baby.”
  14. “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
  15. “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”
  16. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
  17. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
  18. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”
  19. “You’re Satan.”
  20. “I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”
  21. “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”
  22. “Did you just hiss at me?”
  23. “Do you really need all that candy?”
  24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
  25. “I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”
  26. “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
  27. “No. Regrets.”
  28. “How drunk was I?”
  29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”
  30. “Be you. No one else can.”
  31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”
  32. “I locked the keys in the car.”
  33. “Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”
  34. “You work for me. You are my slave.”
  35. “Take your medicine.”
  36. “They’re monsters.”
  37. “Welcome to fatherhood.”
  38. “Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
  39. “It’s your turn to make dinner.”
  40. “The kids, they ambushed me.”
  41. “Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”
  42. “Stop being so cute.”
  43. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”
  44. “You need to see a doctor.”
  45. “You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
  46. “I was a joke, baby. I swear.”
  47. “Dogs don’t wear clothes!”
  48. “I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”
  49. “Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
  50. “This is girl talk, so leave.”
  51. “Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
  52. “There’s a herd of them!”
  53. “Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
  54. “They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”
  55. “You’re a nerd.”
  56. “I’m late.”
  57. “Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
  58. “You smell like a wet dog.”
  59. “I could punch you right now.”
  60. “Are you going to talk to me?”
  61. “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
  62. “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”
  63. “Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”
  64. “Here, take my blanket.”
  65. “I don’t want you to stop.”
  66. “How could I ever forget about you?”
  67. “You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
  68. “Run for it!”
  69. “We need to talk.”
  70. “Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”
  71. “I want a pet.”
  72. “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
  73. “I’m not wearing a dress.”
  74. “I’m not wearing a tie.”
  75. “Quit beating me up!”
  76. “Please put your penis away.”
  77. “It’s a Texas thing.”
  78. “Don’t argue. Just do it.”
  79. “I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
  80. “Does he know about the baby?”
  81. “Hold still.”
  82. “I just ironed these pants!”
  83. “Enough with the sass!”
  84. “Show me what’s behind your back.”
  85. “I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”
  86. “Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”
  87. “Stay awake.”
  88. “STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”
  89. “You’re not interested, are you?”
  90. “I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”
  91. “Tell me you need me.”
  92. “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
  93. “I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
  94. “I had a bad dream again.”
  95. “Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”
  96. “It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”
  97. “You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”
  98. “The store ran out of Easter eggs.”
  99. “How could you forget your son’s birthday?”
  100. “You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

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22 James Wesley (Daredevil)

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#22. “Delete it. Now.” 

Wesley snatched the phone from the thug, his expression darkening as he saw the photo that was the man’s background. It was a picture of you, probably screenshotted from somewhere online. Wesley scowled, disgust filling his stomach. He had always told you not to post pictures of yourself on the internet. Social media was a cesspool of perverts and other unsavory types, and this was just proof of his convictions. It made him sick to know that this man had a picture of you on his phone.

Wesley’s voice was flat and emotionless as he addressed him. “Delete it. Now.

The thug grabbed his phone back, glaring at Wesley. “None of your business, prick.”

Wesley straightened his suit and turned to fully face the man, purposefully revealing the handgun holstered on his hip. “I said delete it.”

The man curled his lip in disgust, “What’s it to you, man? It’s not like you know them or anything.”

Wesley’s hand strayed to his gun, “Delete it, or I shoot you. Is that clear enough for you?”

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Requested by Anon:  Hello, darling, I hope you are having a fabulous day!!! I check your blog every day because your writing always puts a smile on my face! I was wondering if I could request something for Jesse Puljujarvi? I don’t really care about the storyline, as long as it is as cute and smiley as he is! Sorry if this has already been requested. Thank you so much and I hope you have a great week! :)

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You almost cartwheeled your way to the rink when Jesse Puljujärvi scored his first NHL  goal on hist first NHL game. Move over Auston Matthews, he can have the four goals and shit, but your boyfriend, your unbelievably sweet Finn muffin just scored his first NHL goal.

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i was rewatching rwby when i stumbled upon this scene and decided to redraw it because i am voltron tra sh

this has probably already been done too whoops

Imagine Hades’ Palace in the Underworld. It’s a grand but barren palace with Roman columns made of human bones, black marbles floors and yellowing, cracking sculptures. There’s no furniture or rugs; not an ounce of warmth or humanity anywhere in the grand structure.

But his bedroom, a private annex toward the back, is carpeted in lush moss. Flowering ivy hangs from the canopy of the bed thats covered in pillows and blankets.  Assorted pots and planters sit on the sill of the tall, pointed windows that flood the room with blue light.  Candlesticks sit on stacks of books surrounding the overstuffed reading chair that Persephone sits in, her legs draped over the arm, reading poetry out loud, while Hades lies in bed, watching her, trying to remember what his time in the Underworld was like before she came to stay and brought so much life with her.

“Louis is… spontaneous…”

Midnight breakfast, waffles topped with ice cream and grapes and whatever candy they have lying around, eating until their stomachs ache, tossing the dishes in the sink with promises that we’ll wash them tomorrow even when they know they won’t. Morning wakeup calls with cups of tea and a cold nose pressed to the column of Harry’s throat, blinking awake to find Louis atop his hips and pinning his legs, smiling down at Harry and brandishing his cereal combination of the day that he’s willing to share for the price of a few kisses. Driving through the quiet streets of Manchester when they’ve got a few days off, sunglasses perched on his nose, Grimmy on the radio just so Harry can text Nick the jokes Louis makes about him, Louis pointing out every dog they pass because he knows Harry would want to see. Adventure, everyday adventures like grocery shopping or painting that bedroom they always meant to get to, and the kinds of adventures they have access to by being who they are: palatial resorts and pristine beaches and crowded city scenes. Loving each other in every corner of the world. 

“… loud…” 

Laughter, wild, inescapable laughter. Laughter that makes Harry’s ribs sore, laughter that scratches at his throat, laughter that carves paths of tears down his face. There’s something about the look in Louis’ eye when he aims a joke specifically for Harry, a shine that makes Harry want to brace for impact; if they’re in public, he has to look away, to hide his wild grin behind his hands or a scrunched nose. But now Louis takes that as victory, too - he knows he’s won if Harry’s indifferently polite mask breaks. But, of course, the only thing better than Louis making him laugh is making Louis laugh. His uninhibited belly laugh when Harry throws him over his shoulder to carry him to their destination; his soft, sleepy chuckle when Harry gets back from a morning jog and worms his way back into bed for a cuddle; his delighted giggle when Harry brings home flowers or orders a pizza from that place he likes or unpacks his tour suitcase so he doesn’t have to. Laughter, bright and beautiful, when Harry lands a bad pun, laughter when Harry does his impression of Niall’s accent, laughter when they meet eyes across a party and can immediately tell what the other is thinking. Laughter through all their days, together or apart. 

“… loud…” 

Moans and hiccups of breath in a night-silent bedroom. Keening cries, desperation laced through. Gasps when Harry’s fingers find the places, the ones that make him writhe, make him arch. Cries of ecstacy, shouts of right there, right there! Throat-wrenching pleasure. Or, sometimes, relative loudness: when they’ve snuck someplace they shouldn’t because their hands wouldn’t stay off each other, when the waiter says it’ll be another twenty minutes for their food and Louis’ been tracing his foot up Harry’s thigh, when the bar is hot and loud and Louis looks like everything Harry wants as he glitters under the pulsing lights, when the tour crew is trying to get them to stage but Louis has that look in his eye and so he steals Harry away to a cleaning cupboard - there, the loudness is muted, but potent. Soft hitches of breath, light intakes of air. Shh, they’ll hear. Whispers: Harry, please, Harry. 

“and…” 

Louis is everything, he’s everything, he’s all Harry wants or needs or will ever wish for, but Harry can’t say that. There’s a camera crew waiting, they need an answer, something fun, something that won’t rip Harry’s heart open to say it, something that’ll rip him open anyway. How does he describe the other half of his soul? His reason for being, the better part of him in all he is? How could he sum up the man who has held his hand through the most turbulent years of his life, through the ups and downs of worldwide fame, who faced challenges and held on even tighter? They ask this as though words could describe what Louis is in Harry’s life, what he is in anyone’s life. He’s too much to be whittled down to characteristics. He’s too large a presence, he’s too important a soul. He’s too… 

“loud.” 

(inspired by this interview.)

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For anon…reader is Harry’s twin sister as requested

“I swear I’ll punch him right in the face,” Y/N groaned at her brother.
“What’d Malfoy do this time?” Harry asked bemused.
“What does he always do? Act like the arrogant irritant he is! It’s like he just breathes and it upsets me.”
Harry chuckled. “Don’t worry, Y/N. He’s not worth the energy.”

She grinned before hugging her twin. He may be the Chosen One, but to Y/N, he was just her brother. They were all the other had while living with the Dursleys. Gleefully, she switched the topic of conversation to something less stressful as the wandered through the corridors.


“No,” Y/N barked toward the end of the Potions class, “The Girding Potion turns blue after adding the dragonfly thoraxes, Malfoy!”
“It turns blue after a measure of doxy eggs,” he bit back.
“No, you dolt! That’s when it turns pink! Do you even listen?”

“Both of you, calm down,” Slughorn pleaded.
Y/N scrunched her nose, trying to be respectful of the professor. She needed to be in order to help Harry further.
“Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Potter is correct. The potion turns pink after the first doxy egg,” he added calmly. Slughorn turned to the other students. “That is all for today’s lesson. Remember your homework.”

Y/N roughly shoved her supplies into her bag while the other students hastily filed out of the room. She paid no mind to those who wanted to avoid the next eruption from her and Draco. Surprisingly, the Slytherin was the only one taking his time. Even Slughorn had left in a hurry.

“Turning blue after its first doxy,” she murmured, “What a bloody idiot?”
“What was that, Potter?” Draco bit.
She raised her hardened gaze. “You still here? Would’ve figured you’d be off to torture my brother some more on the pitch.”
“I’m sure you do it well enough.”
“If by ‘it’ you mean support him through this chaos, then yes. I do ‘it’ quite well,” she quipped.

Y/N threw her bag over her shoulder and started leaving the room. Draco was close behind, still not finished with the argument.

“You’re also pretty great at being a know-it-all. Granger help with that?”
She growled, “There’s a difference between listening and being a know-it-all.”
“Ya get that from Weasley?” he taunted some more.

Angered, Y/N stopped and whirled to face him. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were narrowed. She poked his chest, backing him into the wall.

“I am getting sick and tired of you ragging on my brother and friends twenty-four seven. It’s not enough that you’ve got to sick you fa-”

Draco cut her off. He managed to pin her to the wall, his lips crashing against her. Her eyes fluttered in shock. The surprising calmness in the kiss caused her to lower her defenses. Her eyes became half-lidded as she began to kiss back.

“No kissing in the corridors,” a monotone voice called as it walked closer.

Draco pulled back to see Professor Snape gliding down the hall. He clenched his jaw. He stepped back from the student against the wall in an attempt to show they would no longer be doing so. Y/N failed to see the silent conversation pass between the pair’s eyes. The few quiet moments gave her some time to think. When Snape turned down the corner, Draco returned his attention to Y/N. Unexpectedly, she slapped him in the face.

“What was that for?”
“For kissing me while I was talking,” she whispered back harshly.

He quirked a surprised brow at her. She smirked only slightly while raising her gaze to meet his green one. Before he could say anything, Y/N grabbed his tie and pulled him back into the kiss. It was just as gentle as before, but without the hesitation over closing her eyes. Draco wrapped his arms around her waist gently. After a few moments, the pair pulled apart.

Y/N giggled. “Figures Snape would be the one to have found us. He seems to enjoy the dungeons.”
“He did teach down here.”
“Touche…but really. Pink after doxy egg number one.”
It was his turn to laugh. “I know. I just love seeing you like that.”
“Oh really?”

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