gasp this is too much fun

bts scenario: they wake you up sexually

thank you for your request, baby! hope you don’t mind that i changed it slightly. xx

requests: open

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jin: jin was always willing and ready to pleasure his s/o, and you just looked so beautiful in the low light from the sun. he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, before moving across your face and down your neck. finding that one spot he knew made you squirm, he bit down and he could feel you shudder under his skin. as you came to you whispered, “jinnie,” to which he just laughed and continued his ministrations leaving hickies anywhere and everywhere. 

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

yoongi: yoongi could barely hold himself back from your soft skin peaking out from under the shirt you were wearing, his shirt that is. you softly moaned in your sleep as he readjusted your body. yoongi brought himself into a push up position over your body before softly grinding down. your body reacted with his immediately and your cheeks flushed as your eyes opened. “good morning princess,” he whispered into your ear before grinding harder onto you again.

Originally posted by remartins97

hoseok: you were flat on your stomach, your shirt had ridden up to expose your lower back. hobi took one look at you and he could already feel himself hardening. he sat up and placed his body on your upper thighs as he started to caress your body, slowly awakening you. upon waking up you could feel the hard on pressed against your backside. you pushed your hips backwards, making your butt grind against him, he moaned and you knew you were in for a pleasurable morning.

Originally posted by jjang-pandaa

namjoon: namjoon woke up with your soft body pressed against his in a spooning position. he could feel his morning wood as he moved slightly. before he could stop himself, he was slowly grinding against you while pulling you closer to his body by wrapping an arm around your chest. the feeling of his movements and the heavy breaths against your ear lulled you from sleep. “joonie?” you questioned before he moaned directly into your ear. luckily, he chose the right girlfriend, who was always up for sex, and you flipped over so you were straddling him within seconds.

Originally posted by https-km

jimin: jimin woke up with you on his chest, sleeping peacefully. he softly stroked your hair as he smiled down at you. from his movements, your body pressed closer to his unintentionally. the feeling of your soft body moving on top of his was too much and he quickly felt himself hardening. you continued to move your body against his and it soon became too much. jimin gently shook your arms as he whispered into your ear, “wake up babygirl, daddy’s gotta fuck you nice and slow.”

Originally posted by hunnysyub

taehyung: taehyung, always quite playful, woke up before you miraculously one day and decided it would be fun to play with you. he slowly pushed his hands under the front of your shirt until he reached your chest. he let his fingers slowly roll over the quickly hardening nipples before giving them a pinch. your body reacted immediately and you woke up with a gasp. “taehyung,” you groaned at the sudden feeling of pleasure. when he didn’t continue, you bucked up into his hands basically begging for more. “you get turned on fast, huh, kitten?” 

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

jungkook: jungkook, the poor shy little bunny had woken up with morning wood and he had no idea what to do. he immediately looked over at you with flushed cheeks and took in your soft, warm body. a soft shiver ran down his spine as he watched your body softly rise and fall with soft breaths. he ran his hand over his hard on through his pants and immediately moaned. the need for release became to much and he pushed his hand under the band of his underwear and grabbed onto his cock. the sound of his moans quickly awoke you from sleep and you were quick to help him with his, problem.

Originally posted by dream-bts


We all know Robin Lord Taylor is very talented at Oswald’s gasps and over-exaggerated breathing, come on you know what I’m talking about, so can you imagine the moment Ed and Oswald get together how vocal Robin is going to be. With Cory sucking at his neck or lips or whole body flushed against him, the noises he’s going to make as Oswald are going to be so adorable and needy. 

scandal sentence starters aka lots of angst, sex, and murder.

send one for my muses reaction! Feel free to change any gender or anything that needs changing in order for it to make sense to have come from your muse.

It’s only day 2 for this shirt, and these panties are fresh from the dryer. ❞
I don’t need you to forgive me. I haven’t done anything wrong. ❞
I’ve always forgiven you until now. ❞
I can never tell if you’re lying. I can never trust my gut when it comes to you. ❞
Are you spying on me? You don’t trust me? ❞
How do I choose the box to bury my friend in? ❞
If he dies, he can’t talk. Dead men tell no tales. ❞
When you walk in here, you make me hope. Hoping is bad for me, so do not come back here unless you are back for good. ❞
When it’s your turn, you can talk, but right now, be quiet. Let yourself be kissed. ❞
It’s always his turn, despite the fact that I’m the one you like to ride, that I’m the one that makes you moan, that I’m the one who reaches you in places that he can’t begin to touch. ❞
We can hide in the shadows or we can stand in the light. ❞
I’m not gonna live in your apartment, waiting to service you. I have things to do. I’m busy. But, I did book a nice hotel suite for booty calls. ❞
Do you actually think I give a damn what anyone thinks of me anymore? ❞
A broken heart is a broken heart; to take a measure is cruelty. ❞
You can’t summon me. You are not in charge of me. ❞
Did you think I’d want you back? ❞
I am less than interested in whatever it is you have to offer. ❞
You thought I would be dragged in here and I’d lay eyes on you and I’d gasp, and I’d rip off all my clothes and crawl on my knees over to you and beg you to take me, that I’d be some kind of sad porn fantasy. ❞
I could have anything I wanted, and I wanted you. You can laugh at it and make fun of me, but the truth is, nobody else wants you. ❞
I’ve lost too much. I’ve given up too much. I’m not even a person anymore. ❞
I’m not like you. I’m sorry you miss me, but I’m not like you. ❞
Why are you picking a fight with me today? ❞
You’re thirsty, but you’re not here for a drink.❞
You’re here because you want what you’ve been fantasizing about ever since you left the other night. ❞
I can give you what you want just the way you want it. ❞
You either go home alone and try your own hand at quenching that thirst or go upstairs with me and replace that dry lump in your throat with something much more satisfying. ❞
Trust me; I will be the one standing over you when you die. ❞
You keep secrets from me. You make me feel small. ❞
Burying yourself in work isn’t always the best thing when you lose someone. ❞
I’ve got enough blood on my hands already. ❞
Don’t ever leave me like that again. I almost didn’t survive. I almost died without you. ❞
You have been waiting for this moment from the second I got in bed with her. ❞
It doesn’t matter what the truth is, does it? The only thing that matters is that I put my hands where you think they don’t belong, and now I’m in chains. ❞
I am going to have you destroyed. ❞
He’s a predator, an animal, a killing machine, and just because you’ve decided to turn a blind eye to that doesn’t make it any less true. ❞
I think you want me to be guilty. Guilty lets you hate me for things you’re not allowed to hate me for. ❞
If there’s any part of you, any part of you at all, that believes that I’m telling you the truth, you’ll help me. ❞
You may have never heard what it sounds like when she wakes up screaming from a nightmare, but I have, and it’s awful. ❞
The truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a while, but it’s not gonna go away. ❞
Since us bitches have got to get through this dog and pony show, I’m gonna need you to sit down, shut up, and follow my lead. ❞
Is she right about you having nightmares? ❞
Don’t let love cloud your judgment. ❞
We both know in the end you’re not going to choose me. And that’s okay. I want you to know, I need you to know, not choosing me is okay. ❞
I keep my promises. I will watch the life fade from your eyes. ❞
I love her. Does that matter to you at all? ❞
It stops you every time, the arrogance, the need to swagger, to show everyone who you are. ❞
True power hides in plain sight. ❞
You and I are ruined. We don’t have a chance now. Too much has happened. ❞
I know you’re trying to be rational, and I understand why, but you can’t pretend this is okay. ❞
I mean, I figure we have two choices here - we can either pretend this unbearable sexual tension doesn’t exist, or we can address it head-on. ❞
You are beautiful. The face that launched a thousand ships. ❞
What is it that is so special about you? You have so much power over him. He revolves around you. ❞
He needed you. He was in pain. He wanted to die. ❞
I could protect him from everyone. Except you. ❞
I wanted to shoot him. I didn’t, but I wanted to. I wanted to kill him. I wanted him dead. ❞
I’m very powerful, you know. Some women would find that a turn-on. ❞
Let’s just say I’m in a giving mood tonight. ❞

Don’t Say A Word

Originally posted by tom-holla

Prompt: Hey, I love your writings! Whenever you get the chance can you do a Peter Parker x reader where the reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and doesn’t know that they are dating but some of the other avengers start to find out. Maybe they are caught making out or accidentally flirting with each other in front of people. then the reader and Peter have to get them to keep it a secret? Please and Thank You!!

Word Count: 857

A/N: Written by Daisy. Also, I apologize for the wait!

“Peter!” You exclaimed, swatting your boyfriend away, “We’re going to get caught! My dad is going to kill me!” The two of you were seated in one of the communal living rooms of the new Avengers facility.

Peter groaned, rolling away from you and into a seated position, “Mr. Stark won’t kill anyone, let’s be honest.” He still had a knack for calling your dad, ‘Mr. Stark’, regardless of whether or not he was addressing him directly.

“I’d rather he found out later rather than sooner!” You insisted, sending a glare in Peter’s direction.

“It’s been two months! What’s the worst that can happen if we tell him? You don’t think he’d trust me to take care of you?”

You shook your head, “He’s just-he’s really, and I mean really protective Peter. I just want to enjoy some more time alone with you, without all the hovering, you know. And the teasing we’d get from every other person who lives here.”

“As you wish,” Peter said simply, “But if we went to your room nobody would see us-“

You punched his shoulder, “Just pick a movie Peter, we can’t always be sneaking about.”

“Ok, but just one more kiss? Please?”

“Peter what did I just say?”

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I… have a confession to make. I was once, gasp! An anti. It’s true. Until I grew up a bit and EDUCATED MYSELF, I too was under the hivemind-like pressure to seek out the Most Pure and the Most Unproblematic of Things. And I am here to tell you, young misguided antis who secretly wish you could escape this life, it’s okay. It is okay. Block the scary bullies who pressured you into this cult and join us on the fun side. I did it. You can too. You will be much happier

“Bruce...sucks” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The women of the League are teasing you about the love bites that litter your body….

I already kinda had the idea of doing a similar story on the women side…So here we go. Last time the guys of the League were mocking Bruce for the scratches on his back (you can read that here), now, it’s Batmom’s turn (though I feel it’s not as funny as the other, I tried something else you know, so that the stories wouldn’t be exactly the same, too similar and shit…erf, whatever, hope it’s kinda ok). Hope you’ll like it (insecuritiesoverloadbutitsok) 

WARNING FOR LANGAGE and slightly NSFW, just slightly. Also, My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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It wasn’t really part of your initial plan to shower at the same time than them. Bruce told you about his friends trying to tease him about the nail marks you left on his body after a heated night, and you were afraid that your girl friends would do the same, a bit paranoid about it really…

But then you thought about the fact that usually, women tended to be a bit more mature about that (maybe?), that they would probably behave and ignore the hundreds (literally) love bites on your body. 

Besides, there was only Diana, Zatanna and Dinah, surely, they wouldn’t say anything, after all, they were used to Bruce being affectionate towards you when he thought no one was watching, small love bites wouldn’t shock them or anything. They were your three best friends, they knew how to not intrude too much in your life. They would definitely not talk about the marks your husband left on your body. 

And oh you were so wrong. 

You were in your underwear when you started to notice their smirks, and the way they whispered in each other’s ears while looking at you. No…could it be ?

You turn around, and when Diana’s eyes go wide at the sight of the love bites on your front while Zatanna and Dinah just start laughing stupidly, you know you actually were right to “fear” a reaction from them. You roll your eyes and give them your best “really ?” facial expression before saying :

-Are you guys snickering like idiots because of the love bites ? 

Zatanna answers your question :

-No, we’re snickering like idiots because Bruce…

And then it happens. The worst pun you ever heard in your life (and you were used to Dick and Tim’s nerdy jokes). All three of them yell : 

-SUCKS !

Stun. That’s what you are. Wow. Even worst that the poor attempt from your male friend in the league to embarrass Bruce. An awful pun. 

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PTSD ; Peter Parker

WARNINGS: full of angst and fluff, PTSD illness, emotional scenes, vv weak peter

summary: after Peter’s clash with Vulture, he was left completely shocked and thrilled. He’s frail and is unconditionally suffering under PTSD whilst you try to put up with him through the many wakeful nights.


A/N: ily for suggesting this @bbparker… THIS WAS 3k WORDS!!

After days of Peter’s threatening encounter with Vulture, the events that he underwent left Peter utterly terrorized and debilitated. Every night he would call you as you’d hear his faint voice crying over the end of the line as you were left completely saddened. All you wanted to do was solace him with embracing arms as he’d fall to his slumber —feeling welcomed and loved.

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anonymous asked:

A scenario of a reverse-harem situation of the Valentines day in P5 with Akira, Akechi (especially him <3), Ryuji and Yusuke (and maybe Mishima and/or Iwai if it doesn't get too long)? But instead of the girl already dating them, they are just all interested in her and realize they have competition and try to one-up each other (I like jealousy but hate cheating). She is oblivious and thinks they get along well. Bonus points if Yusukes says he wants to draw her nude in front of the other guys.

Absolutely none of them would do this but I love this idea so much?? hello host club Thank you for the prompt, and I hope you like it!

Note: I’ll be writing this in second person, so I hope you don’t mind!

WARNING: spoilers ahead. Please read at your own discretion.


“My dear, I… have something to tell you,” Akira stated softly, a desirous twinkle in his pitch-black eyes as he brushed your hair behind your ear. His fingertips caressed your cheek, the delicate sensation eliciting a tingly shudder from you. “I-”

“I beg your pardon, but what is the meaning of this?” Yusuke’s typically elegant cadence had now turned dark, the threatening edge slicing through the formerly romantic atmosphere like a blade through paper as the chime of Leblanc’s front door greeted him. A bouquet of hand-picked flowers was nestled in his pearly gloved hands, his steely orbs narrowing at the despicable sight of Akira attempting to enthrall you.

“I must concur with Kitagawa, I would like an explanation as well,” another voice demanded, his inflection as silky as his shoulder-length, chestnut hair that was currently fashioned into a neat ponytail.

“The hell’s Akechi doin’ here?!” Ryuji’s boisterous voice startled everyone as he burst through the door, and right as the door was about to click shut, a hand had halted any further movement.

“Jeez, Sakamoto… you could have at least held the door,” the owner of the hand complained, stepping through the entrance to reveal Mishima’s petite form. All of the boys present sported sleek suits of differing colors, and they sized each other up before diverting their gaze to Akira, who still had his palm gently pressed on your cheek.  

Akira sealed his eyelids shut and chuckled triumphantly, retracting his hand from your face to adjust his jet-black glasses with his leather fingertips. “You’re all far too late… not that any of you would have had a chance in the first place.”

“Kurusu… of course you’d be here already,” Akechi vehemently commented, a menacing undertone tainting his soothing voice. “With all due respect, I feel that I am the only appropriate suitor for them-”

“Oh yeah? And why is that?” Ryuji growled, daring the detective to proceed as he stuffed his fists into his pockets.

Akechi sighed and shook his head, a gloved hand raised in exasperation. “It would be a waste of valuable time to explain it to delinquents and outcasts such as yourselves; however, a sophisticated person like them would understand without my clarification, and they are the sole person who truly matters at the moment.”

“Well, you’re not wrong… a-about them mattering, I mean. But if anyone is a good match for them, it’s me. The rest of you have way too many issues,” Mishima chided, his arms slowly crossing as he leaned back slightly.

“Anyone that says ‘kek’ out loud doesn’t get to lecture us.” Ryuji lurched toward the admin and intimidatingly loomed over him, his chocolate eyes squinted.

Yusuke practically teleported in front of you, kneeling on a single knee and warily clasping your hand, subsequently elevating the back of it to his lips where he pressed a sweet kiss, his steely gaze never relinquishing your own. “You look breathtaking as always, my angel, but I wonder how ethereal you would appear posing nude for me, vulnerable for my eyes only…” Chuckling, the artist abruptly rose to his feet and swept you into his lithe arms, astonishing you with his unforeseen strength. “Come, let us abandon these ruffians and create beautiful art together, with our eternal love as the paintbrush!”

“You pretentious bastard!” Ryuji bellowed, charging at Yusuke’s profile to tackle him to the ground. Fortunately, Akira had caught you before you could topple into the fray of wrestling men.

“And now you’re back in my arms,” Akira grinned affectionately, his porcelain face inches away from yours. You basked in the warmth of his coffee-stained breath, and he tenderly placed you down on your feet before continuing, “Just the way it’s meant to be.“ Akira tugged you by the waist and descended his mouth to your ear, his voice husky as he whispered, “Now, what do you say we enjoy our Valentine’s Day… alone?”

A spectating Akechi scoffed at his rival as he jerked him by the collar to pry him from you. The condescension that dripped from his tone was as clear as daylight as he hissed, “As far as I’m concerned, it is not their duty to take out the trash.”

“You would know,” Mishima spat, promptly obstructing Akechi’s path to you, accompanied by the cacophony of Ryuji and Yusuke’s bickering that resonated off the walls of the desolate cafe.

Akechi’s burgundy orbs slanted and blazed with vitriol. “Out of my way, fool. The fairest royalty only deserves the most devoted prince, not some forgettable NPC that has thoroughly failed to establish an appearance as an official party member.”

“Better a forgettable NPC than a popular murderer,” Mishima snarled, the two of them quite literally butting heads.

Akira fumbled with his loosened collar a moment before he interjected, “To be fair, you’re not even supposed to be alive right now.”

Akechi spiraled around to cast a malevolent glare at the bespectacled boy, his pin-straight arms plastered to his sides as he strenuously forced his most pleasant smile. “Haha, is that so? And what nominates attic trash like you with the privilege of spending the day with them?”

“I’m the main character; it’s well within my right to steal their heart,” Akira proclaimed cheekily as he firmly tugged the rims of his crimson gloves. 

“N-not if I crush yours first,” Ryuji suddenly drawled, stumbling his way over to quarrel with a groggy expression.

“G-get back here…” Yusuke was trembling behind the blonde’s heels, outstretching his arms in a feeble attempt to clutch one of Ryuji’s broad shoulders. “W-we’re still not finished with our session of rock-paper-scissors, and it’s best two out of three.”

“J-just how intense was this game of yours?!” you inquired with bewilderment, seizing the chance to be able to speak.

Ryuji bashfully rubbed the nape of his neck, a peachy hue airbrushed on his cheeks as he asked, “A-are you worried about me…? Don’t worry, this ain’t nothin’ I can’t handle. A sweet person like you deserves a strong-”

In an instant, Yusuke spawned in front of you with one gloved hand clasping your own while the other solicitously cradled your chin between his thumb and index finger. “My love, I wholeheartedly appreciate your generous concern for my well-being, but an artist’s indomitable passion is not to be taken lightly, especially when it pertains to those they love.”

“H-hey, lemme at least finish my sentence, dammit!” Ryuji’s strong arms suddenly circled around your waist, and he rested his chin on your shoulder, his sigh tickling your ear as he breathed, “Babe… let’s get outta here so I can show ya just how happy I can make ya.”

“S-Sakamoto, you’re way too close!” Mishima chastised, hurriedly maneuvering past Akechi and Akira to wrench both Ryuji and Yusuke away from you. His hands attentively rested on your shoulders and his eyebrows furrowed as he implored, “Are you all right? I can protect you just as much as anyone else here, but we should probably bail. Wouldn’t want to miss our date, now would we?”

Your gaze plummeted to your fidgeting feet, your hands folded in front of you as you twiddled your thumbs. “I-is that really okay? You all seem like you get along so well, so I don’t want to ruin your day together.”

Time seemed to freeze as the din inside Leblanc ceased; even a pin-drop would echo like thunder in the silent vicinity. The heads of multiple males slowly protruded from behind Mishima, various eyes pasted on you as a rosy blush illuminated their cheeks. “S-so cute…” they muttered in a unison so impeccable that it could have easily been mistaken for one person.

Barely a second passed and they were already towering over you in a semi-circle, fervently pleading their cases by listing off their redeeming qualities.

“I can shamelessly eat sweets in public with you, and play video games! O-or fix your computer!” Mishima pitched first, his iron eyes shimmering with dedication.

Akechi pompously straightened his bow-tie as he declared, “I am quite reputable, both for my charisma in addition my expertise regarding pancakes. I should warn you, however: once someone has piqued my interest, I will not be quick to give up until I get what I desire.” He grasped your chin and steadily brushed his thumb over your lips, his piercing auburn stare glimpsing into your very soul.

“How preposterous. My beloved, I am certain I can bestow a most flourishing relationship befitting of someone as divine as you, although I cannot hope to immortalize such vibrancy on canvas, even if you were to… fully expose yourself.”

“Dude, keep your perverted fantasies to yourself! Anyway, it’d be really sad for someone as incredible as you to spend Valentine’s Day alone, and I promise you’re gonna have a ton of fun with me.”

“I’m perfect,” Akira announced smugly, flashing one of his signature heart-throbbing smirks, a flirtatious wink being the cherry on top as he sparkled with eye-catching allure. The remainder of the love-struck group simultaneously gasped in horror, registering that the worst possible outcome had come to fruition: Akira had achieved maximum capacity in all his stats, indicating that he was virtually unstoppable now.

“D-damn it, that super-move is a critical hit that exploits any and all weaknesses,” Mishima grimaced, feeling his own strength sap as he gaped at the universally-accredited irresistible protagonist. “N-no one’s ever been able to resist it… there’s no way we can top that.”

“N-no, we must remain persistent,” Akechi grunted as he broke out into a cold sweat, his bangs matted to the frame of his pasty face. “We cannot allow him to parch any more victims. Please, my dear… the question still remains…”

The men hooked their attention onto you once more, inhaling deeply and fervently chanting the succeeding question in flawless unanimity. “Who will be your Valentine?”

“Iwai!” you answered eagerly.

“Hah?!” the boys exclaimed in perfect synchronization, that single word shattering their determination and confidence like fragile glass.

You peered over their shoulders to wave at the gruff and moderately baffled shop owner as another moment of deafening silence wafted throughout the cafe.

“…Am I interruptin’ something?” Iwai asked, peering at the men with a severely unamused expression on his face.

“Who the hell are you?!” Ryuji questioned as the boys whipped around to sneer at the new opponent. 

Iwai sighed as he uplifted a single hand in mock surrender. “Relax. I just came here to pick up somethin’ for Kaoru.”

Akira’s expression neutralized. “It’s right there on the counter, next to the phone. Tell Kaoru I said hi.”

“Uh, sure… thanks, kid.” The airsoft shop manager tiredly retrieved his order, and right as he was about to open the door, he pivoted around toward the boys and ordered, “You all better not be doin’ anything weird.”

You shook your head vigorously and replied, “No, they were asking me to be their Valentine to try to include me in their group, but I really don’t want to interfere…” A light bulb flickered in your head as realization dawned upon you. “Wait a minute…”

Everyone’s focus was wholly plastered on you as you deliberated your next course of action. You nodded affirmatively to yourself before finally concluding, “Do you mind if I come over to the shop? It’s been forever since I’ve seen Kaoru.”

Iwai’s silver eyes expanded a fraction, but he hastily reverted to an amicable demeanor, a small smile dancing on his lips. “Yeah, I think he’d like that. He could use a friend right now.” 

“All right, let’s go!” you cheerily called as you took a few strides prior to obliviously addressing the boys that were now paralyzed with absolute shock and horror. “Have a good Valentine’s Day, guys!”

You promptly departed for the gun shop with Iwai, and as soon as the front door of Leblanc slammed shut, the boys you unintentionally rejected plunged to the floor face-first, tragically spending the duration of Valentine’s Day immobilized by their suffering and the agonizing deprivation of yet another romance route.

Being an actor with Dick Grayson

•Dick Grayson was arguably one of the most liked and attractive actor.

•He always had scenes in movies where he was doing some kind of trick or had clothes that showed off his muscles.

•Being casted for the Nightwing movie, people were absolutely thrilled.

•Fans said it was because he can do all his gymnastic tricks.

•But we all know it was the tight suit that got everyone hot and flustered.

•You never been in a movie with Dick Grayson, but have worked closely with his mutuals like Jason Todd or Damian Wayne.

•They always told you how funny Dick was.

•Dick was known to be quite the flirt with his co actors.

•And a co actor you were.

•The first meeting between you two he gave you a long and lingering hug.

•"I’m glad I get to work with someone cute this time.“

•He insisted on practicing the scripts at his house with you.

•Sometimes he gasps at the stuff he reads.

•"Y/N we have to kiss 7 times in the movie.”

•"Really?“

•"Yeah, would you like to practice now?”

•Dick was always known to mess up the most.

•"Y/N I care so much for you… I want everything-pfff hahaha.“

•"CUT.”

•He once kissed you too long.

•"CUT. Dick, only kiss Y/N for about 4 seconds.“

•"Where’s the fun in kissing if I have to count?”

•There was one scene where you had to slowly take off Dick’s suit for a sensual and touching moment of the film.

•It was touching until Dick blurted out.

•"This is turning me on so much right now.“

•"CUT. DICK!”

•Surprisingly he messed this part up the most and you had to take off his suit.
Several. Several. Times.

•Dick also has the record for the most stunt fails.

•Imagine Dick jumping onto a raining rooftop and him slipping.

•And imagine Dick accidentally hitting himself with his weapon.

•He makes the whole cast laugh. A lot.

•Going to night shows with him was the best.

•He’s the one that goes undercover to work at some food place or something.

•He’s the celebrity that accidentally reveals his feelings on air.

•"Y/N is great! I mean, I wish I can get her number or something… uh..“

•"What better way to ask me in front of thousands of people.” You replied with a smile.

•After that night magazines went crazy over Dick’s accidental confession.

•The whole cast teased him about it.

•One of the best things about Dick is that he’ll hang out with the little kids dressed up in superhero costumes.

•He doesn’t care much for publicly and secretly visits the children dressed up as Nightwing.

•Dick will sign literally everyone’s stuff until nothing else can be signed.

•He’s a big advocate for safety and always partners with companies who help teach kids that.

Good To Be Home (Grayson)

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT

You leaned your head on your elbow as you sped along the highway in your Uber from the airport back to your apartment. The palm trees whizzed by you. Man, you missed L.A. Visiting family was lovely but after two weeks away, it was beginning to become overkill. Not to mention you didn’t have Grayson this time to keep your sanity when your mom asked you ten thousand questions every day and forced you to sit with your Uncle Joe listening to all his war stories. Oh, Grayson. You missed him the most. You were practically attached at the hip and it was dramatic but it felt like the end of the world when you had to say goodbye. He must’ve hugged and kissed you for an hour straight before finally letting you board your plane.

But now here you were only minutes away from home. Grayson would be waiting for you. He had wanted to pick you up from the airport but you insisted otherwise since the drive was too long and his car was well…not really road trip material.

You finally pulled up to your building and thanked your driver before hopping out with your bags in hand. You trudged along the bumpy pavement to the elevators heading up to your floor. You fumbled with your key in the door, trying to balance your suitcase against your leg as you finally pushed the door open. The apartment was well lit, the curtains were open and a warm soft scent of vanilla welcomed you in. You set your bags down and shut the door behind you locking it. Your heart began to pound when Grayson appeared from the hallway. He was wearing nothing but some loose Adidas shorts. His hair was still damp, unruly and messy just the way you liked it and he had that five o clock shadow that made you weak at the knees.

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Nyx-Chapter 10

Summary: Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night–a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite number was Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn. she was doomed to walk the earth in search of her consort Erebus.

Warnings: My usual. Angst, Violence And Smut NSFW 18+ Intense smut in this chapter

Pairings: Bucky X Reader, Avengers x Reader

You wake slowly, drifting gently between wakefulness and sleep. The warm body pressed against you stirring long dormant desire, a feeling you haven’t experienced in years. You had not been touched intimately in six years, Bucky being the last man to grace your bed.

You turn to face Thor who’s sleeping peacefully beside you. His blond locks falling into his face, snoring lightly, his handsome features are slack, giving him a youthful countenance. Deciding to be bold, to move on from Bucky, to try and forge yourself a new path, you place your lips on Thor’s cupping his face gently.

It takes him a few minutes to respond, but when he does it’s sensual, slow, his hand skimming lightly up your side dragging the material of your night attire with it as his hand moves up, fingertips barely grazing your flesh. He breaks the kiss turning his darkening gaze to yours, questioning whether you really want this, whether you are truly ready to give yourself to him. Varying emotions filter across his face, he doesn’t say a word, merely waits for you to make the first move.

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Just Benefits, Not Friends - Stiles  (part 1)

.Request: OMG I love your work! It’s all so amazing! I have a request actually. Can you write a Stiles “Friends with beneftis” type of thing? I’ve seen you write smutty stuff previously… Anyway, if you can do it, thank you <3

God damn it. I only wanted to make a quick friends with benefits type of thing. But NOO… I had to go full crazy mode and write way too much. 
Well, guess what. This is going to have more parts. 

I think that the tutle sums it up pretty nicely.

Word count: 2525

Warnings: mention of nudity, smut, underage drinking, cheating, swearing

part 2 

Originally posted by pauily

“Soo,” you said, looking down at your hands. It was much more awkward than you expected it to be.

“Are we doing this?” Stiles, asked. It was quite obvious that he was stressed.

“Only if you want to.” you said, now becoming unsure yourself. For the first time that evening, Stiles looked into your eyes. “I do. I really need this” This was the whole encouragement the both of you needed. As soon as he said those words, you jumped up from your place on the couch and straddled him, with a passionate kiss.  

“God, I hate you so much,” you moaned out once his lips moved to your neck.


It all started on Saturday. You were getting ready for a party at Lydia’s place.

“Oh my god, this will look so good on you,” Lydia squealed as she showed you a short dress. She threw it at you, which was a sign that said: PUT. IT. ON. You laughed and quickly went to the bathroom to change.

When you came back, Lydia gasped: “Wow, it’s even better than I thought. I am a genius.”

“Everyone knows that, Lyds,” you smiled and looked into the mirror. This dress definitely showed a lot. Your ass was barely covered and your boobs were practically spilling out of it.

“You sure about that,” you asked your friends as you looked at yourself, “isn’t it a bit too much. Or actually, too little?”

“I think you look hot. Every guy will drool over you.”

“I’m not sure my boyfriend would like that.”

“Who cares. You can still have some fun right.”  Suddenly your phone buzzed. Lydia picked it up and checked it. “Speaking of the devil.” she handed you the phone and you saw that he had send you a picture. You opened it and almost immediately dropped the phone with a scream, It bounced on the bed right next to Lydia’s leg.

“What happened did he - OH MY GOD! What the hell?” she started to laugh and put the phone back down on the bed.

“Stop it!’ you threw a pillow at her, but couldn’t help it but smile a bit too. Lydia threw the pillow back. She picked up the phone to look at the picture again. “Has he send you more of these,” she asked.

“No, and stop looking. That’s my boyfriend that you’re staring at!”

“But why did he send you that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he thinks -”

“Wait, he’s typing,” Lydia said. The two of you look on the screen as the three dots moved up and down as your boyfriend was (hopefully) explaining why he had just send that.

Can’t stop thinking about last night ;)
U ready for tonight?

“(Y/N)! Did you guys do it last night? You told me you were studying with Malia.” she slapped you on the arm, but you were only half listening.

“Lydia. I was studying with Malia last night… and I’m not seeing him tonight.” tears were forming in the corners of your eyes. It all made sense now. “He, he told me that he couldn’t go to the party tonight because he w-was…” you started crying. Lydia got up and walked over to the other side of the bed where you were sitting.

“Shh. it’s okay. Call him.”

“What! I can’t call him now.”

“Yes you can and you will. You have to let him know what a dirty piece of shit he is.” she handed you your phone and gave you that kind of look that only she could give anyone.

“Fine,” you groaned and got your phone. It took you only a few clicks and the phone was ringing. The picture of you and your boyfriend kissing was shining brightly on the screen. Before you always thought it was so cute, but now it made you sick. After a few rings he finally picked up.

“Hey babe.”

“Hi sweetie. Whatcha doin?” you asked in the sweetest voice you could possibly use.

“Er - nothing. Just watching some tv. You?”

“ I was planning on going to that party I told you about, you remember that. But actually, I’m not sure if I want to go anymore as you won’t be there. Do you maybe want to hang out tonight?” Lydia gave a confused look, but you just shushed her and listened to the answer of your lying scumbag of a boyfriend.

“I would love to babe, but I made plans with the guys tonight.”

“That’s weird. You told me that you didn’t have plans tonight.”

“It was a bit of a last minute thing.”

“Well, have fun tonight with the bitch you’ll be fucking,’ you said with a wide smile, “just remember for next time you send a dick pic: make sure you send it to the right person…and oh yeah, it’s over,” and with that you hang up. As soon as the picture of the two of you disappeared you went to your contacts and blocked his number.

“Well done, girl.”

“Thanks. Now I can at least wear what the hell I want without feeling bad.”

“And we are so gonna get drunk.”

“Definitely” you agreed.


4 hours later, you and Lydia were ready to go. Your makeup and hair was on point and you had found an amazing pair of heels to match the dress that Lydia gave to you.

“I think Scott and Stiles will be here in a minute,” she said as she checked her phone.

“Wait, Scott and Stiles?”

“Yes, they are picking us up in the jeep. I thought I told you that.”

“Well, you didn’t.”

“Oh c’mon, (Y/N), Are you seriously still mad at him about that. It was years ago.”

“Maybe, but he is still acting like an arrogant dick. I just got rid of one asshole in my life and right now, I don’t need another one.”

“Don’t be so melodramatic.” she rolled her eyes.

“I am NOT being -” but you couldn’t finish your sentence as you were interrupted by the loud noise of a car horn. “How classy.” you said.”

“They aren’t our dates, they’re just giving us a ride. Let’s get going.” She opened the door and literally pushed you outside. Just like you expected, the blue jeep was parked at the end of the driveway. Scott and Stiles were talking inside. They looked as if they were arguing about something. When they noticed that you were standing outside, Scott stopped talking to Stiles and waved at you. Stiles just rolled his eyes.

“Hey guys,” Lydia said as she opened the door to the backseat of the jeep. She got in and you followed quickly. Stiles said a high, but that was it. You sat down and didn’t say a word either.

“Hey (Y/N),” Scott said. You gave him a small handwave.

“What? Grumpy that your boyfriend isn’t here to suck your face off.” Stiles grinned.

“Shut up Stilinski!” you told him and started to look out the window. But before, from the corner of your eye, you could see Lydia slap the back of Stiles’ head. It did make you feel a bit better.


You have hated Stiles ever since you met. It was the first day of High School and you didn’t know anybody as you had just moved to Beacon Hills with your mom.

You were standing at your locker in a break, when somebody bumped into you and spilled their drink on your back.

“What the hell!” you screamed. You turned around and saw him. Stiles was laughing his little ass off, while your back was soaking wet. “Sorry,” he managed to say between laughs.

“No, you’re not.”

“Hey, it was just an accident. Don’t have to be such a bitch about it.”  

“And you don’t have to be suck jerk.”

And you never stopped arguing since.

“We’re here.” Stiles stopped the jeep and you immediately got out. Without waiting for Lydia (because you knew she would catch up even before you got to the front door) you made your way towards the big house filled with drunk teenagers. In need of some alcohol, you walked fast.

“(Y/N), wait!” Lydia caught up with you not even two seconds later.

“I need a drink. Like, right now.” you said. Pushing open the door, you realised that this was no average party. Literally the whole school was there. It was only a good sign, because that meant that there was a lot to drink.

As soon as you stepped in, you were offered a drink by the host. You didn’t recognize, but couldn’t help but notice that he was really cute. You picked up the shot glass from the tray he was holding and easily drank it.

“And there is much more where that came from.”

“Could you show me then,” you asked with a smirk. He returned the favour and told you to follow him. Unfortunately, Lydia stopped you.

“Don’t go and spoil the fun, Martin.” the guy said.

“Go and be a fuckboy somewhere else, Andrews.”  she said. The boy gave a quick wink and walked off.

“Let’s get something to drink.” without waiting for an answer, you pulled her with you to the kitchen. It was surprisingly not that full. There was a table in the middle of it, with every inch covered with some kind of bottle. You walked over to it and started to examine what was in front of you.

“Holy shit, they’ve got Polish Spirytus.”

“Isn’t that like, 90% pure alcohol?”

“95 actually.” you said as you unscrewed the bottle and took a plastic shot glass from a stack. You filled it to the rim and drowned it in one. It burned your whole mouth, but it was worth it.

“I wonder how they got it. I think it’s illegal in most of the states,” you said as you put the bottle down.

“Can you promise me not to drink that anymore.”

“Yeah. one is more than enough for me, Lyds. Don’t worry.” Lydia poured herself a drink and left.


The party had been going on for already a few hours and you maybe had left the kitchen once… to go to the toilet. You had not drank an insane amount of alcohol, but it was definitely not healthy. At one point it was only you in it. Then Stiles came in. a drink in his hand and he was followed by some girl.

“So you’re on the Lacrosse team, huh,” she looked rather impressed. You turned around from them and did your best not to burst out in laughter. Your drunk mind could not handle this right now.

“I guess, you could say that. I haven’t played a lot yet, but - wait!” before he could even finish his pathetic story, the girl rolled her eyes and left him. It was rather clear that he had given up as he didn’t even try to go after her. He just walked to the table with bottles, opened one without looking what it actually was and took a shot of it.

“Bad luck with the ladies?” you said.

“Even worse now that I see you’re here.” he rolled his eyes at you.

“No need to be so rude. Just trying to be sympathetic.”

“That’s a first,” he laughed, “how would you know how I feel. I don’t think I have ever seen you without some stupid jock walking behind you like on a leash.”

“There is no jock here right now, is there?”

“I guess.”

“Let’s be honest, Stiles. This night sucked for the both of us, let’s not make it a competition to see who’s sucked more.”

“I would probably win,” he mumbled, “I probably tried to talk to every girl here, and they all blew me off. It’s starting to become really depressing.”

“No need to be so hard on yourself.” you said.

“Easy for you. Everyone loves you.”

“That’s not true. You hate me and Steven apparently doesn’t like me either.”  

“You broke up?”

“If you can call “him sending me a dick pic that was supposed to go to another bitch and then me dumping his cheap ass” breaking up, then yes, we broke up.” you said and took another sip from your glass.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Not your fault, is it?”

“No, I meant about the thing I said to you in the jeep.”

“Oh that.” you chugged the rest of your drink down when an idea popped up into your drunk brain.

“Hey, Stiles” you caught his attention, “how desperate are you?”

“Please don’t call me desperate. But, yeah. I would like some action.” that was everything you needed to hear. As you stepped closer to the boy you thought how you never would have done this if you were sober. But neither of you were, so who cares? Right?

Before he could ask you what the hell you were doing, you kissed him. It was a kiss like you’ve never had before. It surprised you that Stiles had not pulled away. Maybe he was really desperate. Maybe he was so drunk that he didn’t know how to move anymore. Maybe it was both, but he was kissing you back so you didn’t care. Somehow your hands found its way to gripping his soft hair as one of his arms (the other hand was still holding his drink) was draped around your waist.

The kiss had turned into a full-on makeout session and you were praying to every god you knew that nobody would walk in on you. You were in no rush into making this stop. Unfortunately Stiles was. He pulled away from you and even took a step back.

“What just happened?” he looked really confused.

“We sort of kissed.”

“Yeah, but why? We hate each other, remember?”

“I do. But I also remember how you said that no girl wanted to talk to you.”

“I didn’t say that nobody wanted to talk to me!”  

“Whatever. I just thought,” you looked at Stiles a bit unsure, “seen that you probably finally want to have a sex life and I don’t have a boyfriend anymore, we could…”

“Become friends with benefits?”

“For that, we would have to be friends first.”  you laughed.

“How would this work exactly?” he raised an eyebrow. You smirked and stepped a bit closer to him. Closing the gap that he had created before.

“It’s quite simple. If one of us, ever has some urges or needs, we can just help each other out.” you said as you traced some circles on his arm. The alcohol was really changing you into a different person. A person who Stiles clearly liked, because seconds later he said: “Fine, I’m in.”

“Good.” you whispered into his ear. You could feel him hitch a breath and that was your sign to back up. “Well, I’ll see you around. And one more thing,” you said before you stepped out of the kitchen, “I do not have sex with someone I haven’t made out with.”

“But you have made out with me, like just a moment ago.”

“At least a few times. I’m not a slut. Remember that, Stilinski.”

Matchmaker

Summary: Thorin plays matchmaker, sort of.

Pairings:  Bard x Reader

Word Count: 1037

A/n: I started writing it and as I got into it I lost ideas so here is a kinda bad fic for you.

Master Lists: Drabbles/Imagines, and Completed Series

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post-op happiness

-I tried on shirts for the first time today without boobs. It felt so good. I was buying them because I liked them, not because of how well they could mask my chest. Feeling shirts lay flat against me, with no bulky binder in the way to make them look bad…it felt so good!

-I got some swim trunks too, and I cannot WAIT to go swimming for the first time after I’m healed! I can have my shirt off! I can actually breathe and feel comfortable and just enjoy the water and focus on having fun! Swimming isn’t going to be a horrible ordeal anymore…that means so much to me

-I went for a walk today. It was hot, and I didn’t have to gasp and sweat through a binder or stare down at my boobs the whole time feeling self conscious. I just…went for a walk. I felt the breeze on my skin

-I get to wear shirts now that I haven’t worn in months or years because I was stuck with the same 3-5 outfits that hid my chest well. I don’t have to bundle up in the middle of summer anymore just to hide my chest. I wore a white t-shirt today for the first time in…I can’t remember!!

-I walk around shirtless after my showers for a good half hour just enjoying the feeling of freedom and looking down at my new chest

-I laid awake last night for a long time just giddy with the possibilities of what I can do now. I can go to the amusement park, the water park, I can go to the lake, I can be a douchebag and take my shirt off while playing basketball because why the fuck not!

-I’m such a happy boy right now

Fragments - Part 3

Word Count: 1837

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, canon divergence

A/N: The next couple parts are probably gonna be similar to this. It’s mostly flashbacks. Getting to know the reader and her past relationship with Dean and the other characters. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. If you’d like to be tagged you can add yourself Here

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C’mere Pumpkin.” Bobby hoisted you up from the ground onto his lap in the recliner. “I wanna talk to ya for a second.”

“Ok, Daddy.” You turned to face him, looking him in the eyes.

“Remember I told you we were gonna have some guests over? Sam and Dean?” You nodded and smiled, excited to have someone your age coming over. Your dad told you Sam was just a little baby but Dean was the same age. Having someone to play with excited you but made you nervous all at the same time. You never had any kids your age around. “I need you to be nice to Dean, ok? He doesn’t talk much or at all.”

“Why not?”

“Well, Dean’s mom…she died.” You let out a tiny gasp and widened your eyes. “Kinda like your mom.”

“You mean a monster killed her?” Bobby nodded sadly and ran his hand through your hair, saddened that you knew about monsters at such a young age. You didn’t know all the details yet, but you would some day. A demon possessed your mother and Bobby had to kill her. You only knew that much because you’d seen the changes in your mother, including her black eyes staring you down.

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Ticklish

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader
Warning(s): N/A
Requested: Yes (can u do an prompt where y/n and draco r in class and she is trying to answer a questions but his hand is on her thigh)
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It started in Charms. Y/N was practicng a new spell and Draco was reading the instructions aloud to her. He often laid his hand on her thigh when he read, so Y/N didn’t mind when a hand slid across their laps to rest low on her left knee. Until the hand slid higher.

“Draco, what are you doing?” she whispered, trying not to attract the attention of Professor Flitwick who was currently cooing over another one of Hermione Granger’s perfect spellwork. Draco knew she was ticklish, and having a laughing fit in class was not what she needed.

"Nothing. You’re waving your wand wrong.” he said. She raised an eyebrow.

"You’re lying and—”

“Miss Y/L/N and Mr Malfoy, have you mastered your spell yet?” Professor Flitwick asked. Y/N rolled her eyes before shaking her head.

"No, professor.” she muttered.

"Well, keep moving then!” he sighed.

"I cannot get this spell right.” she groaned. Draco smirked, his hand slipping higher up her thigh. Y/N squirmed slightly.

"Don’t worry, love.”

"Alright, class. Practice time is over. If you can manage to answer all the questions on our quiz, there will be no homework except to master the spell we’ve been working on today. Is that clear?” he waited a few moments before speaking again. “Good, now who can tell me what the current wand movement for the spell, ’Stupefy’?”

Y/N raised her hand.

"Miss Y/L/N? Explain then demonstrate for me.”

"The spell ‘Stupefy’ has a triangular wand movement.” Then she tried to demonstrate, but suddenly Draco’s hand was dancing gently over her ticklish legs and she choked out a breath. “Um, like this.” she stuttered out as she waved her wand in the correct motion.

"Good.” he nodded before asking another question that Hermione answered.

"Draco, what are you doing.” she hissed, her hand grabbing his wrist to stop him. “We’re in class.“

"Darling, I know exactly where we are. Did you forget?” he smirked. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and teasing her was too much fun. “It’s fun to tease you.”

"Draco, please, don't—” she breathed, eyes widening as his fingertips dug into her sensitive skin, tickling her. She gasped, trying not to move, but it was useless.

"And who can tell me the difference between the non-verbal spell we’ve been practicing and the verbal spell we practiced last week?”

"Answer it and I’ll stop.” Draco laughed quietly. Y/N glared at him, face bright red from trying not to laugh at the ticklish sensation he kept attacking her with. She cursed the fact that he knew exactly where she was ticklish.

"Fine.” she gritted out. His hand was splayed over her thigh, ghosting over the goose flesh that had appeared. She raised her hand.

"Miss Y/L/N?” Professor Flitwick called.

"The verbal spell cannot be used in duels or wand combat, whereas the non-verbal spell can be used in both because your attacker cannot differentiate,” she was cut off by Draco’s fingers brushing over her kneecap, “between the spells you could possibly cast.”

"Good, class dismissed. No homework. But do practice your spell!” Flitwick called as his students pack their bags.

"I swear,” Y/N warned, “if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I’ll incarcerate you.”

"Don’t worry, love. Do that and I might seriously enjoy it.” Draco smirked, leaving her with a kiss to the cheek and a blush spreading across her face and neck. “Your call.”

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New Beginnings Part 6

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 7,136

Warnings: Swearing, Mild Smut (mutual masturbation),Scott is Here!,  Anxiety, Scary themes (I don’t want to spoil anything here!!!)

Ratings: R

Summary: After your grandparents pass away, you find out they leave everything to you, including a large sum of money.  Deciding to take the advice of your grandparents, you live your life to the fullest; which means moving to Boston and bumping into Chris Evans.

Part 5  Part 7

Over the next two weeks, things were finally starting to come around for your new business.  Mary, your business partner, went over everything that needed to be done, and certain people that needed to be hired.  

The first thing you did was come up with a name for your new bookstore and coffee shop.  You knew you wanted a catchy, yet funny name for your new business.  In the end, you came up with Bean There, Read That.  After coming up with the name, you made sure to trademark the name so nobody else could take it.  

Once that was finished, you had to get a state registration to open the business.  Luckily, all that took was a quick trip to the courthouse and all was said and done.  

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Baby’s Book

Title: Baby’s Book

 Prompt: @the-factorie : something really cute involving Lucifer and Cas as angel toddlers.  This is for the 26 Day Birthday Celebration!

 Summary: When you get bored one day at the bunker, you ask Chuck what it was like raising the angels.  He decides visual aids are best and summons up some baby books.

 Warnings: Adorableness.  

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Originally posted by charlie-bradcherry

You let out a bored sigh as you sat back on the couch, watching some random show Chuck had on the television.  He had decided that when he wanted some time alone, he would crash at the bunker, which was great for you because now you had some company.

“You can change the channel if you want.”  Chuck offered with a smile, always so sweet to make you comfortable and relaxed.

“Nah, it’s okay…just bored.”  You said as you turned onto the couch, laying down as you tried to think of something to do. “Hey…I have a question…”  You popped your head up on your hand as you looked over to him.  

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Hair and Eye color Switch!

*gasp* So THAT was what that group picture was for! xD
I dont know what I am doing with my life tbh
But this was fun to do  and… so…weird… seeing them…like this… It’s so….WEIRD. //kicked

Anyways, tell me who looks good with the color switch and who’s the funniest!

xDDDD Personally, I like the purple-haired Lily because he looks so elegant like that. Much more alluring too!! And the funniest for me would be Tsubaki BECAUSE TSUBAKI  omgomogmogmogmo xDDDD Who’s the cabbage now? //kicked