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Commission for @slowmovingsloth of her Asteria Shepard with Thane <3 finally they got to go on a goddamn shore leave. (needless to say that a commission like this is something that completes me entirely hahaha c:)

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Jealous, Much?

Originally posted by red-blue-velvet

Tom Holland x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: The reader is jealous of Tom and Zendaya’s relationship. However, Tom is there to reassure them.

Word Count: 2,580

Warnings: language, fluff, jealous!reader, reassuring!tom.

A/N: Sorry this took long to post. I’m not sure of this one and felt a little weird writing it tbh, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Enjoy!


In the beginning of the relationship, Tom and you were inseparable. He wasn’t overwhelmed with several acting gigs like he is now. You both were able to sit and enjoy each other’s company without too many stresses.

However, that time spent together soon started to disappear. Tom began his Spider-Man film, while you continued your everyday job, trying to fit in as many hours as you could. Yes, it was a lot you were putting on yourself, but you honestly wanted to distract yourself from not being able to have Tom with you.

You missed him.

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anonymous asked:

VICTUURI TEAChER/SINGLE PARENT AU? <3 (onward-to-victuuri)

OKOKOK SO ITS TAKEN ME AGES TO FIND EVERYTHING I’D DISCUSSED WITH SOMEONE REGARDING THIS AU BUT I FOUND THEM SO IM ANSWERING THIS NOW!! IK ITS SUPER LATE AND IM SORRY BUT AAAA

ok so the first thing is that we’re gonna completely disregard the typical “yurio’s in like 4th grade and ADORES yuuri as his teacher” because yall can just miss me w that, and instead have a high school english teacher yuuri who puts up with NONE of yurio’s shit. he doesn’t wanna participate? too bad. tries to argue? not having it. eventually yuuri doesn’t even need to say anything. to any of his students. they just receive The Look and that’s the end of it.

now because yurio is yurio, victor - who’s his older brother and legal guardian - gets his ears talked off about “my stupid fucking english teacher”, which causes victor to get this massive image of yuuri beings this mean old bastard who hates children and yurio especially (maybe yurio’s trans?? yall decide) and he becomes both pissed and terrified of this teacher.

dont get me wrong tho, yuuri is a mad Professional (except around his senior class. they’ve seen a different side of mr katsuki…) but victor’s still TERRIFIED of meeting him.

eventually, though, he has to. parent teacher interviews are next thursday, so unfortunately, victor’s going to have to face the music and meet this teacher. and he is shitting himself. thursday rolls around, and victor’s got a million thoughts running through his head - what will i hear? am i gonna like it?? DD: - and yurio isn’t helping boost his confidence much (in australia the student also attends the interview so im going off of that) because he knows deep down that yuuri isn’t that bad.

and if he knows victor, he knows what’s gonna happen next.

so they’re standing out the front of the classroom. the door is locked. they can’t hear anything from the inside. they look at each other.

and victor slowly reaches up to knock.

they enter.

and victor….

iMMEDIATELY falls in love because yuuri katsuki is SO FUCKING ADORABLE. victor was honest to god expecting a crockety old 60 y/o man and he gets Booty-licious Japanese Man who is the DEFINITION of nice and polite. he is an ANGEL. THIS MAN LITERALLY OFFERS THEM A CUP OF TEA BEFORE THEY START.

so victor and yurio sit down, tea placed in front of them, but victor still doesn’t know what to expect. he’s been completely thrown off guard by yuuri (who’s wearing pants that cling to his ass and thighs in THE MOST PERFECT WAY POSSIBLE and his button up is so ugly and. honestly victor cannot believe this man is real) but yurio’s shitting himself in the corner because he has no idea what’s about to be said, and yuuri has no fuckin clue what to do but he’s just like “umm… okay… let’s get started”

and as i said before, yuuri isn’t an easy teacher. he’s nice and courteous, but you don’t disrespect him and the effort he puts into his career. you just don’t! he doesn’t take shit from Anyone. he’ll offer you a hot beverage when you come into the parent teacher interview and he always ensures that the students are fed before they start a class, but if you try to argue with him (WITHOUT REASON) he will DESTROY YOU.

once they’re all settled in, yuuri pretty much breaks the ice with “so i first wanted to talk about yuri’s behaviour” and LET ME TELL YOU.

ALL. HELL. BREAKS. LOOSE.

victor’s like “oh god”. yurio’s like “oh GOD”. yuuri just continues talking. and yknow, he goes on to say how yurio has some issues with participating and stubbornness - and, at times, respect - but then he’s like “but when he does participate? mr nikiforov, yuri has a brilliant mind on him.

“his answers are honestly some of the smartest i hear. he has a keen mind for the work we’re doing and his understanding of concepts is phenomenal. sure, he tends to swear a lot in his answers - which” and he turns to yurio at this “he really needs to stop - but the guts of his answers are simply fantastic.”

and victor’s not really processing this because although he came in not knowing what to expect, he knew he wasn’t expecting that. so he turns to yurio and probably whacks him upside the head or smth in a typical older brother fashion and says “yurio!! you told me he was mean!! wtf!!!”

and yeah. that interview is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

(ALTERNATIVELY: victor goes into the interview ready to tear a bitch apart and gets his ass handed to him. he starts telling yuuri off about the way he supposedly singles yurio out and constantly gives him detentions, forces him to participate, and essentially bullies yurio into answering questions

and he kinda goes on for a while like that but eventually he asks yuuri what he has to say for himself and… yurio actually full on slides himself down in his seat because the look on yuuri’s fuckin face?? it says it all.

he then proceeds to COMPLETELY DRAG VICTOR.

it’s brilliant.)

////IM SORRY EVERYONE THAT THIS WAS SO LONG AAAAAA I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS DUMB AU DESPITE IT////

got7 reactions: married life.

HERE IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG I HAVE BEEN VERY SIDETRACKED, BUT HERE IT IS NOW AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT. TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT.

ALSO I AM ALWAYS LOOKING TO MAKE NEW FRIENDS SO DONT HESITATE TO MESSAGE ME AND AS ALWAYS MY REQUEST BOX IS OPEN.


JB: married life with Jaebum in my opinion would be very domestic. Dinner together every night, or as many nights as he can. Breakfast together at the dining table, date nights on the weekends, buying furniture and going grocery shopping together JB strikes me as someone who would kill for all those marriage life he sees on TV. He strikes me as someone who wants the normal stuff and enjoys it. Cooking together and sleeping in each other’s arms every night, he would want it all.

Originally posted by curlstae

Mark: married life with mark, my lord I can picture it already (*cough* not my bias or anything *cough *) married life with mark would be serene and peaceful. He would want to pamper and take care of his lovely wife, little surprises here and there, cooking for her, drawing her a bath. But also it would be water gun fights in the house and pushing her in the pool. Dragging her out to a different adventure every time. Raising coco together and maybe get another dog.

Originally posted by thekpopquartet

Jinyoung: married life with Jinyoung would be very romantic and domestic, kind of like JB. He seems very traditional and it feels like his married life would be the same. Date night, romantic dinner in candlelight, cheesy romantic gestures, rose petals on the bed with candles all around when he forgot an anniversary or a date. Drawing you a bubble bath and joining you to give you a massage when you tell him you had a long day. Overall romantic and traditional.

Originally posted by markjin

Jackson: this man was made to be a husband (*cough * right Lisa @jisawang *cough *) he would be the protective kind. Always making sure his wife was okay and healthy and would pamper her every chance he got, which would end up being every other day. He would try to rope her into his workout sessions, which all depending on his S/O would be either very easy or very hard. He would want to have romantic nights making sure you know how much he loves you *wink wink * and other times he would come home frustrated and just pin you to the wall. Married life with Jackson will be praises and adoration from him and from you, reminding him of what a beautiful talented man he is whenever he starts doubting.

Originally posted by markjin

Youngjae: oh my sweet sweet child, my little sunshine. Married life would be just that; sunshine. Everyday would be so bright and joyful he would make sure you are always happy and smiling. (Which would be hard not to cause that angels smile would be contagious.) He would be so caring and attentive to you. He would want to sing you to sleep to you every night or really every chance he got. Cooking in the kitchen; sing, cleaning the house; sing, taking a shower; sing. You would be blessed with that boys vocals everyday. He would probably get a dog in the first few months of your married life, if you didn’t have one already. He would be very playful, going out to the park, the beach, the pool, amusement park you name it, if you can play and have maximum fun, you bet your ass you are doing it. I just love that boy so much, CHERISH HIM!

Originally posted by huggableyoungjae

Bambam: okay dabdab. Dear lord I hope you like memes. That boy would want you guys to always be trendy. Follow every new Internet trend, fashion trend, food trend; you name it, if its top 10 you are making your life about it. He is a fashionista so life with him would always be fashionable. He will probably drag you shopping every week, so if you don’t like shopping like myself, brace yourselves, and learn to love it cause its gonna be a big part of your life. He would be very playful, cracking jokes, playing pranks, teasing. Your house life wouldn’t be domestic per say but it will never be boring.  You would be in bed getting ready to sleep and end up both laughing so hard you have tears running down your face. Bambam would always make sure you were happy, and would find a way to make it up to you if you had a fight or forgot a date. Married life with Bambam would be silly jokes and all the trends he can find and a lot of laughs, there will never be a dull moment.

Originally posted by wassereis

Yugyeom: okay this little bunny, this sinful bunny am I right ladies no? Okay lets just get right to it. Married life with this bun would be giggly, let me explain. This boy is pretty much shy no matter what he lets on, on stage. So even though you guys would be married it would be whole new experience for him. Even if you have been living together prior, for him it will feel like the first time all over again. He is gonna be excited for everything with you. Late nights of him showing you a new choreography, boasting to his hyungs when you make him lunch, eating breakfast together and supper would be the things he will be very serious about. Spending as much time as possible with each other and making sure you are eating. He would be a flirt, now when I say flirt I mean just with you. He would flirt just like the very first day he met you. He would feel excited about getting into the domestic life and would be extra on all those ordinary things married couples do. Married life with Yugyeom will be somewhat innocent and pure but also exciting and safe. You will never feel insecure or unstable cause he will make sure of it. *whispers * protect him*      

Originally posted by chichangyu

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Soft Lips and Birthday Wishes (pt.III)

“I think you were always meant to know me a little better than anyone else. And our lives were fated to converge like some cosmic dance. I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of celestial light, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.”


ft. Rei Ohara by @plumbobsophy

The Tears Are Real (Avengers/Parker x reader)

Request:  Omg requests are open!!! Can you please do one where the avengers pretty much adopted you and have seen you grow up, and help you get ready for your prom? Lots of protectiveness and adult tears. Please throw in our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

“Name?”

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Safe And Sound (Sherlock x dying!reader)

Warnings: Character death, blood and angst

Had you ever thought of your last words? Ever tried foreseeing what could be your last breath and in what occasion? If you would be to die in an accident maybe there wouldn’t be time for you to even realize what would happen. An illness could take you out, slowly spreading and destroying you, an agonizing death, or even a fast one. Only being told you have a week, a day or hours to live. That was a question no one could answer to, not if never facing an alarming situation that would predict death.

The night had started to fall sooner and faster than usually, or so it felt like. Normally the sun would still be up, maybe it was because of the cloudy day or it had tried to warn you, like foretelling you this would be the darkest day of your life, even the last.

The ground under your laying body gave you no comfort as you shuddered. You could feel everything around you get cold, the chilly stone floor radiating and affecting everyone in the room, even the lone furnitures, creeping up your spine and taking over your whole being. Even if you had dressed warmly it wasn’t enough to keep the cold away, not anymore. A huge cut that you were covering poorly with your hands was spilling blood over your pale fingers, ruining the white shirt you had been wearing and there was no use of putting pressure on the wound, still you did so, but it didn’t stop the bleeding.

Never had you felt so alone, so distant to the object in the room you were in. Even if the big and almost completely empty room, if you would leave out the lousy decoration that contained only a dresser, a sofa and a table near the door way, it was the most eeriest place to be in. There were no windows in the said room, you couldn’t almost see, not even the moon light being able to shine upon you. The closest window was in the next room and the light that came through didn’t carry itself to your present. You could hear your breathing and your cries. You tried to stay calm and sane, but couldn’t help to start lose your hope and strength. You couldn’t keep up like this.

Your ears were ringing and your vision was blurry. You had hard time on concentrating on your surroundings and so you kept your eyes on your hands that tried desperately keep the blood inside of you, but failing miserably. You tried to keep your breathing steady, it became the only sound you could hear and not even people approaching you brought you out of your trance until he was right beside you.

He had ran at you as he saw you from the door way. You remembered him hollering for you previously, but as you had been busy you had not had the time to answer and as you collapsed, all you could do was try to keep yourself awake, your hands on your stomach.

He called for you, repeatedly, his hands supporting you. You could feel him shake, from shock. He was out of options. You knew he was able to see the wound and how much you had already lost blood. When his hands shook, dancing over your body as if he wasn’t able to see where the wound was, trying to blindly find the spot where to put pressure, you took your hands away from the wound. You wrapped your fingers softly around his wrists. His hands shaking, but not waving over you, you lift your gaze to meet his. His eyes, those wildly blue colored eyes were wide from fear, from shock, his lips apart, his mind racing.

”Sherlock…” You whispered. Your voice was weak, you had no idea how tired you already were. You could feel the taste of iron, but not wanting to ruin the moment you swallowed the blood that tried to come up your throat.

”No, don’t talk.” He said with a shaky voice, his hands finally pressing on your wound. You grunted, Sherlock’s hands pulling away at you wincing, but then pressing on you again. ”Just stay awake.” His eyes wildly gazed around as if trying to find anything to help you. Desperately he sighed when he couldn’t come up with anything. He pulled himself closer to you, his hands firmly on you.

”Sherlock,” You softly whispered. You put your hand on his, prying his hands off of you, but not forcibly, ”it’s okay.”

If you weren’t in that state, you would cry for his expression. You had never seen the consulting detective so lost and helpless. He longed for resting his hands over your stomach, but he knew you were right. There was no use for that now.

”I’m so sorry.” He cried after silence. He rested his forehead against your, pulling you to his arms and holding you in his embrace. Even his hug wasn’t enough to keep you warm, but it gave you enough on other levels. You felt calm and safe in his arms.

”I won’t make it, right?” You couldn’t help it when your voice broke. The words were so final, there was nothing you could do to stop this or save it. This would be your stop, you would cease to exist, you wouldn’t be waking up and see the sun, feel the warmth of summer.

”No.” It was all he said, but it was enough. You didn’t need him to say anything else, you knew he couldn’t say no more either. This was it.

”Don’t leave me here alone.” You cried as you looked at him as he had pulled away slightly to see your face. he promised not to, to be there till the end, which you both knew was near. He pulled you back to his embrace, you could hear him sniffle as he pressed you against himself.

It felt like hours as you lay there, but you knew it was only minutes. The pool pf blood next to you was growing and it was reflecting your time in a clock like way, the bigger it grew the less time you had.

You whimpered. You were feeling colder and colder, and Sherlock could feel it too. He leaned his lips next to your ear, you knew he was getting ready to soon be holding your lifeless body. He cried, tears leaving his eyes and going down his cheeks, some escaping to your hair. You felt Sherlock’s lips part and he whispered, with a calm voice to you words that would carry you away, that would let you go in peace.

”Just close your eyes, you’ll be alright. No one can hurt you now.” He placed a kiss on your cheek. ”You will be safe and sound.”

anonymous asked:

wedding with shawn

  • You had dreamt about this day ever since you were a little girl
  • You had a pinterest board and everything
  • Shawn was mostly just excited to marry you
  • All the wedding stuff was extra
  • But he knew it was important to you
  • So he tried his best to help with the planning when he could
  • Mostly he was too busy with work and always traveling
  • But he always picked up the phone ready to listen
  • Whenever you called him, frantic about something wedding related
  • And he’d assure you things would be okay
  • He called the venue himself when you told him they weren’t listening
  • And he was in charge of the music and the photographers
  • You were mostly on decorating and guest list
  • On the morning of your wedding you wake up in a hotel room
  • With your best friends
  • Its bad luck or something to see Shawn before the wedding
  • But there are a few texts from him on your phone
  • “Good morning my love, can’t wait to marry you today.”
  • “Breathe, don’t stress, call if you need anything.”
  • “I love you.”
  • The ceremony is set for 4pm
  • So Shawn and the boys play video games, blast music, and jam out
  • In their hotel room all day
  • And they start getting ready around 3pm
  • He has tears in his eyes when he sees you at the end of the aisle
  • The music is playing and you want to run straight into Shawn’s arms
  • But you force yourself to walk like you had practiced the day before
  • Your dad, strong and steady beside you
  • Shawn’s smile is huge, and he doesn’t take his eyes off of you
  • He quickly reaches out to wipe a tear from his eye 
  • Most of the ceremony is a blur
  • And all you can think about is how much you want to kiss him
  • It takes all your self control to wait
  • You didn’t think it was possible to love someone
  • As much as you love this boy in front of you
  • His vows make you cry
  • And you can barely get through yours
  • Finally you get to kiss
  • And you know without a shadow of a doubt 
  • These are the only lips you ever want to kiss
  • The crowd is cheering
  • And he pulls away because it has already been a little too long
  • “I love you.”
  • He’s biting his lip now
  • And staring down at you
  • It’s like this whole crowd of people don’t even exist
  • And it’s just you two
  • “I love you too.”
  • He grabs your hand
  • And you two playfully dance back down the aisle a married couple
  • “You’re really mine now.” 
  • “I was always yours, you doofus.” 
SURPRISING AMAZINGPHIL // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: fluff, domestic fluff, family fluff, lil bit ‘o parent!phan

Words: 3.0k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: none

Summary: Daniel Howell just uploaded a video: “SURPRISING AMAZINGPHIL”

A/N: Okay, this probably isn’t exactly what the request was asking for, but I think it’s kinda cute :)

Also, this is written in an experimental style, so…it’s a bit different then what you’re probably used to reading from me :)

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Alexander Nylander - Permission Part Six

Really hope you guys are still enjoying this!

Word Count: 1565

Warnings: Cursing

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten


*Alex POV*

It happened so suddenly. We were all sitting down enjoying our time together. I was so glad to see y/n and Kappy getting along. He’s become one of my good friends out here, I trust him a lot. Y/N was explaining her job to Kappy. I sit there and admire how excited and proud she is to explain it. I turn my head for a moment and that’s when I saw Will walk into the restaurant. Anxious, I started to fidget, not knowing what to do. If he sees me he’s going to blow up and cause a scene. The last thing I want is to piss him off even more. He still brings up the first night every once in a while. I could always stay here and risk him possibly seeing me, but it would be better if I could convince him to leave.

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Gone Fishing - F!Reader x Noctis

Here we have it, guys. After two weeks, many hours, and over 6,000 words we have a sexy angsty tearful delight. Get ready to cry some horny tears and then some regular sad tears. Just to throw out a warning, this is SUPER NSFW and also REALLY SAD. At least to me, ok. I’m sensitive and this was hard to churn out wtf was I thinking. But, in all seriousness, some pretty heavy discussions involving death take place, and there is an ash scattering. So. If that kind of stuff triggers you, this may be something you want to avoid. IF YOU’RE NOT SCARED AWAY YET, THEN PLEASE DO FOLLOW ME. I have tissues ready. Tagging some loves that may enjoy (at least the nsfw part lmao) @themissimmortal @the-lucian-archives @insomniascure @angel-dream @cupnoodle-queen


A fraught silence overtakes you as your eyes follow the headlights to Talcott’s truck. Your mind suffers disquiet. Though the eternal night’s air is cool, you find your palms to be dampening at the sight of the truck growing nearer. Prompto is pacing—a straight line, back and forth, over and over—beside you until the familiar honk of Talcott’s horn shakes everyone from their thoughts. Prompto scrambles to push the chain-link fence open and you shield your eyes from the light as the truck sputters to a halt in front of you.

Your arm falls back to your side as the headlights flicker off and car doors swing open. Talcott beams at you, looking absolutely ecstatic. A meek smile plays on your lips and you acknowledge him with a nod before your gaze shifts to Noctis, who hops out of the truck with a bounce in his step. He’s dirty and unkempt, but he’s alive and right in front of you and your calm exterior betrays the feverish beat of your heart.

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Joker x deaf!Reader Part?

A/N: Ok so since I really want to share some of the future parts I’ve written, I’m just gonna post them out of order and give a description of where they are at in the timeline at the top (they’re in bold). I don’t know if I’ll continue writing this but this makes it easier to just post the different parts I’ve already written  that are in the past and in the future without having to explain why I threw that in there.

Y/N and J have already found out she’s pregnant with triplets. J did not want them at all at first and told her she could stay if they were her responsibility. He’s slowly coming around, but he’ll keep having those mood swings where he wants them one minute and not the next.

“Have you seen Frost?”  J threw something at Y/N when she didn’t answer. Y/N looked up from her book to find J with a towel hanging dangerously low off of his hips. He was oblivious to her gawking at him, his eyes darting around his house in search of his henchman.

“Oh my god, J.” She breathily moaned and dropped her book. He gave her a confused look as she came closer and eventually tackled him to the ground. She had to lean over her belly to find his lips. His eyebrows went up when her hand desperately tried to yank the towel off.

“Baby, I have to work.” He tried to get out in between kisses but she was relentless. He noticed her sex drive has kicked up lately, and he loved teasing her. Verbally and physically.

Placing both hands on the side of her head, he pushed her face back from his.

“I have to work.” Her brows furrowed and she pouted.

“That’s never stopped us before.” No, but it’s stopped you. She gave a defeated sigh and sat back on his lap, having no clue how much he really wanted her. He caressed her sides when he saw her tearing up.

“Okay. I’m sorry. I understand.” She made a move to get up but he held her in place.

“Aw, baby, c’mere.” He pulled her to his chest as she sobbed, not understanding her raging hormones.

“Am I fat?” She mumbled into his chest. He laughed, and she hit him on the chest. “S’not funny.”

“Oh, baby, you’re beautiful.”  She sat up and sniffed. Her hand timidly went to the towel and gave it a tug.

“Please?” He gave her his biggest smile and shook his head, causing her to collapse into his chest sobbing once more. He patted her on the back, trying to soothe her.

“You can’t have everything you want, baby. But I’ll tell you what” He grabbed her chin and made her focus on his lips. “You be a good girl today and we’ll do whatever you want when we get home.” Her eyes lit up, and soon she had a smile to match his

….

Y/N continued to stare at J the whole meeting. She never once took her eyes off of him, imagining what he would do to her once they got home.

“You’re having a baby, man. That’s great.” The younger business man stated, trying to get on J’s good side. He looked at Y/N, who was transfixed with J.

“She, uh, she really loves you.” J stared the younger man down.

“She’s deaf.”

“Oh! Oh man, I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry for what? Is there something wrong with being deaf?”

“No! No, no, not at all-”

“Are you saying she’s not perfect?”

“No, sir, she’s amazing, I just meant that’s unfortunate-”

“So you’re saying you want her? Because she’s perfect?”

“No, man, she’s all yours. I just meant-” J’s breathing was heavy, and Y/N rubbed little circles on his arm to try and calm him. He got up, and Y/N grabbed his arm, always the one to stop him from killing someone. He turned to her with a glare so cold it made her let go.

“What did I tell you?” She seemed to deflate and put her head down in an attempt to cover her tears. He turned back to the man.

“I’m gonna let you live, because I’ve upset my girl enough already. If you mention her, talk to her, look at her, even think about her, I’ll kill you.” The man gave a shaky nod. Y/N relaxed when she looked up to find the man not dead.

…..

She ignored J all the way home, and he loved it when she was angry. When they parked, he jumped out of the car and practically pulled her out. She took her time getting to the door, and he was ready to tear her clothes off right there.

“Baby, hurry up!”

……..

Y/N sighed with content as she laid against J’s chest.

“You’ve been a little sex-a-thon lately, not that I’m complaining.” J turns her head up to look at him. She’s been keeping him going so much that he can’t wait for these kids to pop out. He wouldn’t tell her that he loved how loud she was, even though anyone could hear them in the house, because he knew she would stop.

“I love you.”  She looked up to see if he would say it back. He pressed his lips to her head in response, and she was a little disappointed.

“We should think about names.” Y/N trailed her hand down his chest, going lower and lower until he rolled his eyes and grabbed it. “Jesus, doll, give me a minute.”

She pouted, and climbed on top of him. He rested an arm on his forehead as he took in the view. Her belly was pressed against his, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of something else.

“Your breasts are bigger.” She rolled her eyes.

“Are you ready?”

“For what?”

“Round 2.” J groaned and rolled his eyes. “Please?” She pouted and kissed his cheeks.

“Hmmmm, no.”

“But J! You promised.”

“Did I?” His eyes became fixated with her chest once more, blocking out everything she said.

“Please?”

“Not yet.”

“…Now?”

“No.”

“Fine. I’ll go find Frosty then.” They both knew she was teasing, but J grabbed her anyway and pulled her down on the bed, making her back bounce on the mattress.

“Now if you’re done with your little show, we should think about names.” Her hand went down again. He rolled his eyes and reached into his nightstand, pulling out a pair of handcuffs and cuffing her hands to the headboard.

“Hey!”

“Maybe that’ll get your attention, you pervert. Eyes front.” He tapped her chin and her eyes met his lips, pouting about her condition.

“Please, daddy?”

“Oh, no. Don’t you ‘daddy’ me.”

“Please, daddy? Pretty, pretty, pretty, please?” J groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“No, stop that.”

“Please?”

“I’ll spank you.” J warned, trying to fend off her verbal groping. “I will spank that ass raw.”

“Oh, please, daddy. I deserve it.” She moaned and giggled as he rolled his eyes, climbing on top of her.

……………

Y/N smirked against J’s chest, while he angrily pouted above her.

“So…. round three?”

She squealed as he smacked her butt. J sighed, looking at how big her stomach was.

‘Three kids. Damn.” Y/N noticed him saying something and nudged him. “We’re gonna have three brats running around.”

“That’s not that bad. At least it’s not four or eight.”
“Eight?”

“Yeah, I looked up what was the most kids had at one time. Eight.”

“Damn.” J said, thinking about it. “I’d kill you.” He meant it, or at least he hoped he did. It bothered him that he sounded so unconvincing. “God, I hate you.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Round three.” He relented, needing to get his mind off of the kids.

Hamilton Act II: A Summary

What’d I Miss: french fry is back, this time with jazz

Cabinet Battle #1: my talents include looking snazzy, quick comebacks, and eliminating all chances for friendship upon first meeting people

Take a Break: I will try to get away *doesn’t try* well I did my best I think

Say No to This: let’s play a game called ignore the ensemble

The Room Where It Happens: I’m going to continue my theory of “maybe if I just stand here nothing bad will happen ever” but this time I’m going to be standing next to senators

Schuyler Defeated: I’m sure he already knows *looks out window to see Alexander lighting Burr’s house on fire*

Cabinet Battle #2: you must be outta your gODDAMN MIND

Washington On Your Side: salt squad assemble

One Last Time: you’re all exhausting I’m taking a permanent vacation try not to kill each other

I Know Him: *gets out a bucket of popcorn* I’m ready to watch your life fall apart

The Adams Administration: in addition to dressing snazzy, having quick comebacks, and being bad at making friends, my talents also include getting fired and not handling it well

We Know: it’s a good idea to tell a bunch of people who hate you something they could use to ruin your life

Hurricane: we’ve established that I don’t make very good choices but just in case you don’t get that yet I must do another stupid thing

The Reynolds Pamphlet: oh shit wait I shouldn’t have done that maybe

Burn: these letters are on fire and you will be too if you mess up again aka FEELINGS

Blow Us All Away: “what if he shoots me” “why would he do that, here take some guns see you at dinner”

Stay Alive (Reprise): get ready folks, once the tears start they aren’t going to stop for a while

It’s Quiet Uptown: no more politics for me they ruined my life

The Election of 1800: ok maybe just a lil bit more politics what could go wrong

Your Obedient Servant: shit that’s what could go wrong aka sass

Best of Wives and Best of Women: meeting means both meeting and gun fight apparently

The World Was Wide Enough: shooting your friends generally results in the realization afterwards that it was a bad idea

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: if you thought you were done feeling things you were WRONG. feelings time lasts until you’ve run out of tears

Jealousy

Request: Draco and Y/N are best friends, but he starts dating Pansy. Y/N is in love with Draco so she distances herself from him because she hates to see them together. It hurts him emotionally when she avoids him because he’s in love with her but thought he didn’t have a chance, and he finally confesses.

⇢  Draco x Slytherin Reader; no Voldemort; requests are paraphrased


“We need to talk.”

You raised an eyebrow and looked around the genial Slytherin common room. A soft green glow settled, casting a calming shadow in the bustling space. “Then talk.”

“In private.”

Ignoring the ooh sounds made by Crabbe and Goyle, you stood up and followed Draco to his dormitory. “Is something bothering you?”

“No,” he replied, sitting down on his bed, his head resting on his arms. Feeling your weight next to him, he sighed. “Yes. Maybe. I’m not sure.”

You folded your arms as you leaned against the headboard, peering at the small slither of Draco’s exposed face. “I’ve been your friend for all these years, yet I’ve never seen you look this disgruntled.”

Best friend,” he corrected, giving you a slight smile. 

“Who knows you more than anyone,” you agreed. “So, tell me, then. Who’s the girl?”

“How did you know this is about a girl–” Draco ran his fingers through his hair and adjusted his body to face yours. “Forget it. That was an idiotic question. You know me too well.”

“Of course.” You stretched your legs across his lap. “What’s the problem, then? Afraid she doesn’t like you?”

“Afraid she likes me too much, more like.”

You shook your head and stared up at the ceiling in mock disdain. “What a hard life it must be, being Draco Malfoy. How terrible it seems for all the girls to fall for your bad boy facade.” You shot him a sympathetic glance. “Sounds rough.”

“But the only girl that matters won’t fall for me.” Draco paused and looked at you theatrically. “Or so she claims. I believe she has something else to tell me…”

This has been an on-going joke between you and Draco for a while now, but lately, when he’d kid about liking you, you caught your heart skipping a beat. Of course, every time that happened, you would shove your unbearable feelings away in disgust.

“Keep dreaming, Malfoy.” You looked down, examining your manicured nails. “Well? Aren’t you going to tell me which girl you’re talking about?”

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(Dis)like at First Sight - Seungcheol (S. Coups) Angst

Originally posted by souppa

 Request: Arranged marriage with hoshi or hiphop teams? Cold hearted, being a meanie stuff like that? Fluff ending please ❤

Word Count:1352

Genre: Fluff/Angst(?)

Member/Group: Seungcheol of SEVENTEEN

Summary: Every girl dreams of the day she gets to walk down the isle in a white gown, so how come yours felt more like a nightmare?

A/N: I’m sorry posts are kinda more spaced out now, I am back in school and preparing for my last exams in the next few months along with a few band competitions. I’ll probably post more on the weekends and a few times throughout the week.


 It’s strange how quickly emotions can fog up human judgement. Rage can turn to grief in mere seconds, which can cause anything to go south. You always hear about arranged marriages, yet its quite rare to meet actual participants in the old-fashioned act. Maybe if you and your surprise fiancé had known a bit sooner than a week before your wedding about what lied in your futures, he wouldn’t have been so mad about it. Yet here you are, in a bustling room of women, getting ready to marry somebody and close to tears. 

 Your hair was in a classic up do with a a sheet of lace veiled over your head. The cream colored gown that was wrapped around your figure accentuated points and curves you where never aware that you had, and your make up did wonders to compliment your skin tone. It’s amazing what a few thousand dollars can do to someone with the help of a mask of make up and fake happiness.

 “(Y/N), are you almost ready? Your father is waiting outside the entrance to the church, and the organist has already played eight songs!” Your soon-to-be mother in law called from outside the door. A stray tear dripped down your cheek as you clenched the skirt of your dress. You quickly checked to make sure that you’re make up was not running, then you finally stepped out the door to get into the limousine.


 Inside the church, Seungcheol’s family waited alongside yours. Long pieces of silky white fabric were draped along each pew, with a light red carpet splitting the room in half. Orchids in vases were scattered along the edges of the room, and a table near the entrance displayed a book for each guest to sign before going to sit in their spots. The sound of an ancient organ echoed through the room, the melodic ebony and ivory keys releasing a sound that reflected a joyous occasion. At the head of the alter, a not-so-eager Seungcheol stood with his hands crossed over his pelvis. His suit was neatly pressed without a single piece of lint or hair caught on the smooth black fabric, and his hair had been neatly styled. 

 “Is she going to show up?”

 “I heard that she is in love with someone else and is planning on ditching the ceremony!”

 “I bet she’s only in it for the money…” Bouts of gossip extended from both families mouths, some positive and some negative. Suddenly, the creaking of the large oak doors opening interrupted every conversation.

 You and your father took a step into the room, and every person seemed to stop breathing as they took in your appearance. Your (length) hair was neatly pushed back and adorned with a long lace veil, but the natural makeup you wore still was eye-catching even when semi hidden. Your long gown trailed for a few feet, and the pristine bodes was covered in sparkly jewels with the occasional pearl thrown in. They expected the best considering how wealthy the Choi family was, but even this exceeded their expectations. The only person that was not in complete awe of you was your soon to be husband, Seungcheol.

 As you reached the alter, Seungcheol stepped forward to let you shift from your father’s arm to his. 

“You look nice today, brat.” It was supposed to be a compliment, but his cold tone and icy features pierced very ounce of happiness in the words and almost made it sound like a threat.

 “Thank you.” You looked down, and the Minister began the ceremony.


 “I now pronounce you man and wife.” As soon as the words left the old mans mouth, cheers erupted around the room. Seungcheol’s iron grip latched onto your hand and you both turned around to walk out. Flower petals rained down on your heads as you left, but you couldn’t get over the overwhelming feeling of self-pity that had begun to sink in your stomach. Even when the door to the limousine was shut, nothing but cold stares were exchanged between you and Seungcheol.

 “How about you tell me a bit about yourself?” The mousy voice that left your mouth was almost alien to you, but Seungcheol nodded nonetheless.

 “My name is Choi Seungcheol, and I am 21 years old. I specialize and business, and my father arranged this marriage because he considers me ‘anti-social’ and thinks that I would otherwise be hopeless in finding myself a wife, and your father just so happened to make a deal with him. What about you?” His words felt like poison stings, but you decided to try and be kind anyway.

 “I am (L/N) (Y/N), a (Age) year old woman of all trades. Until recently, I was working part time to earn the money to help pay my family’s bills and hopefully get to open my own bakery one day. It’s nice to meet you, and I hope I can be a suitable wife for you.” A smile peaked through your lips, but Seungcheol simply avoided your gaze and looked out the window.

 “Sounds like you married me for the money, huh?”


 All evening, you and Seungcheol were busy introducing yourselves at the wedding reception. His family seemed to be fun of you, but his frosty ways didn’t change at all. After the ‘first dance’, you both quietly ate and sat next to each other as the party went on without you. After the last piece of cake was served and the last drop of wine had been drank, you and your new husband clambered over to the car that would escort you to the hotel you would be staying at for the night. The drive was a silent one, and nothing felt better than finally getting to step out of the tense space.

 The hotel room was quite simple. The walls and floors were matte nude tones, but each room contained utilities that were most likely more expensive than anything you had ever used in all your years of living.

 “This room is really nice-”

 “Shut up. I get it, you are coming from a poor lifestyle, but I’m not here to hold your hand. Don’t act like this is even love, and just stay out one my way.” His words brought tears to your eyes and fire to your cheeks. You let out a croaky gasp, and did something you never thought you would do; you hit him on the chest. It wasn’t hard or anything, but the force caused your knees to buckle and you fell into a heap on the floor.

 “You know what, Seungcheol? I’m trying to make the best of the situation, and you are making it super hard. Yes, I did agree to this to help my family, but that is what love looks like! You are a cold hearted bastard, and this isn’t how marriage works! At least try to be nice, and maybe one day we can learn to love  each other…” Sniffles left your mouth and you hugged your knees. The room was silent, but the growing worry that your pleas had fallen on deaf ears was ringing violently throughout your head.

 Never had you felt so alone with another person. But then again, never had you felt as shocked as the moment that Seungcheol actually crumbled to the floor and rested a warm hand on your shoulder.

 “You know what… I’m sorry. I don’t really know what marriage is like, but now I realize how hard this day must have been for you. I just… I want to tell you that I’m willing to try, I guess.” His thumb swiped over your cheek and collected your tears, and your watery eyes finally glanced up at him. For the first time that day, a small smile was apparent on Seungcheol’s face. You stared at him for a few seconds, then embraced him with all your strength.

 “Let’s try this. Together.”

Protective Ranger

Pairings: Jason Scott x M!reader

Summary: Reader gets into a fight with their parents and Jason comes to the rescue (bad summary is bad)

Notes: Here’s a non-smutty Jason fic while i write the smut one. A lot of you seemed to be interested so I thought why not write two. Expect the smut one tonight or tomorrow! :)

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They never seemed to stop. Anything could trigger them, a low grade, and door being closed a little too loud or maybe even just being a couple minutes late to dinner. No matter how they started, they always ended up the same way. With you crying alone in your room and your parents acting like they did nothing wrong. Tonight was no different, you laid curled up in a ball, sheets wrapped around you and tears coming out of your eyes.

You continued to cry until you felt your phone vibrate. Jason always did random check ins with you to make sure everything was okay and they usually were, but tonight wasn’t and you debated picking up or not. You didn’t want Jason to feel bad or to burden him, but you knew he would just keep calling and maybe his voice could calm you down. You reached over and answered the call.

“Hey, y/n.” Jason spoke into the phone. “Everything good?” You sighed quietly and wiped away a tear. “Yeah, yeah everything’s good I’m good.” Your voice cracked and there was silence. Jason knew about the fights, but you never told him how they ended. It seemed like an eternity before Jason finally spoke again. “What happened?” His voice was stern and serious. The Red Ranger was protective over his friends, especially you. “Nothing, I’m good, Jason I promise. Just watching a sad movie that’s all.” It was a stupid and lazy excuse, but you didn’t want Jason to worry. “I’’ll be over in ten, be ready.” Jason commanded. “No it’s fine real-” Your voice was cut off by his. “Pack a bag for tomorrow.”

The call ended and you laid your phone down next to you before wiping a couple tears away and getting ready. A bag had been prepared in case anything did happen, you weren’t sure what was in it since you had made it a while ago but figured it would be appropriate for this situation. The tears had stopped with the promise of Jason coming to rescue you. It was good they stopped, hopefully there wouldn’t be too much of an interrogation when you got in the car. You had always liked Jason, probably since the minute you met him, and this was one of the reasons why. He would do anything for his friends and that really appealed to you. You hoped this night wouldn’t change his view of you.

Jason tried his best to fix his truck after the crash, but it was still loud and clunky and you heard it coming before he could text you. You looked back and your room before climbing out the window and onto the garage roof. A sigh of relief left you as you saw Jason in his car. You jumped down for the roof and hurried to his car. “Hey, thanks for this.” You said quietly as you got in. “You’re gonna spend the night at my house, okay? And then tomorrow the rest of the team can meet at Zach’s cabin.” His voice was soft, and gentle but also stern and you could tell he wasn’t really asking. “Okay.” You said, Jason gave a you a small smile before beginning to drive.

Just being around him calmed you down. The way he was so protective of you made you feel good and cared about, which was a complete 180 from what you felt at home. You stared at the window, Angel Grove looked beautiful at night, it was a small town so there wasn’t much light pollution and the stars were shining bright. The usual short ride to Jason’s house seemed longer, but you didn’t mind. The two of you finally arrived and made your way to the entrance of Jason’s house. He unlocked the door and guided you to his room even though you had been there a hundred times.

Jason’s room felt safe and warm and you couldn’t help but smile as you entered it. “You can go ahead and change. I won’t look.” He smiled before turning around. You smiled back even tho he couldn’t see you and rummaged through your bag, switch from your jeans into some comfy shorts. “Shit.” You said as you realized you forgot to pack a shirt, cause why wouldn’t you. “Everything okay back there?” Jason asked. You chuckled quietly. “No, I forgot a shirt. It’s fine I can sleep in this.” You shoved your pants into the bag when you felt something hit you, one of Jason’s shirts was draped over your shoulder. “Use that.” You smiled again and but the shirt on, it smelled like him which comforted you.

“Okay, you can stay up here. I’ll go sleep in my dad’s room.” Jason spoke after you finished changing. “No, no it’s fine. I’m not kicking you out of your room. You stay here, I’ll get the couch.” You grabbed your things and started walking towards the door when Jason stopped you. “You stay here, I’ll take my dad’s room.” He repeated. There was no point in auguring since you wouldn’t win, and you didn’t want to sound ungrateful. You gave him a quick thanks and crawled into his bed. “Goodnight, y/n.” He spoke quietly before reaching for the door.“

A sudden wave of panic rushed over you as you thought about being alone. "Jason?” You spoke softly. He turned around and looked at you. “C-could you stay? At least until I fall asleep?” You felt guilty asking for especially after all he had already done for you, but he didn’t seem to mind. He smiled before crawling into bed with you. You turned on your side to face him and closed your eyes. Everything that happened earlier that night seemed to fade away until the thunder started. You winced and sunk into the bed. Jason must have noticed as he put an arm around you and pulled your close. “Come here.” He said gently. You looked up at him before laying your head on his chest.

Your heart was pounding. You had never been this close to him, never for this long at least. You were taken back when Jason’s thumb began to stroke your head. A slight hum escaping your lips as you practically melted. The warmth coming from his body and the sheets relaxed you and you began to drift off again until he stopped, he pulled his hand away and rested his arm of your waist. It was nice, but it didn’t feel as good so you looked up at him, head still on his chest. Jason’s blue eyes looked back and the two stared for what seemed like an eternity, until finally one of his hands cupped your cheek and brought you close. His lips met yours and your heart skipped a beat. You were kissing Jason Scott. No, no, Jason Scott was kissing you.

You hadn’t kissed anyone before, ever, but you did your best to kiss back. Jason took control and flipped the both of you around so he was on top of you. His lips crashed against yours a second time and you couldn’t help but gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck before continuing to kiss back. It lasted until you were both of breathe and Jason pulled back. You reached up to kiss him one more time and he smiled. “That was overdue.”

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Kind of a shit ending, but there we go! One of maybe multiple Jason fics. Like I said earlier, expect the smutty one to come out tonight or tomorrow. Thanks so much for the support guys :)