had i tried doing all his different expressions

Part One: I'm Not Feeling Like Myself Today. (Swap Meat S05E12)

Episode Summary: A teenage nerd conjures and body switching spell and changes bodies with Sam. But it’s more than just a bad version of “Freaky Friday” for you and the boys when you find out the purpose behind all of it.  
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 5,981.

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Return To Me

Can be found on AO3 and FF.net, also this chapter under the cut….

Summary: What would you do if you woke up tomorrow with the last 5 years of your memories gone? After an unfortunate accident, Oliver Queen must figure out his place in a life he has no memory of whilst his wife, Felicity, does everything she can to support him. With emotions, secrets and relationships pushed to the limits; will love and friendship be enough to turn back the hands of time?

Authors Note: As always thank you for your support, I am well into writing this so you can stay safe knowing I’m chapters ahead (just not in editing :P) which means everything is planned out ;)… SO ENJOY!

Chapter 3: Support.

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COLLEGE: The Dean’s Son [M]

Member: Jungkook | Genre: Smut | Word Count: 2.4k  |  ©

Parts: Teaser | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 [Complete]

Let’s just hope you can get an extension on that paper.

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the shading is a bit odd but i can 100% appreciate the paw in the air. he’s goin places. he has things to do. the tail curl is like a cold milkshake on a warm summer day 9/10

simply incredible. astounding. beautiful. just perfect. the legs are a little stout though, and the expression seems vacant and soul-sucking. 8/10

the border is too thick, who told microsoft that this was a good idea? why do microsoft emoji’s Look like this? i appreciate what they tried to do with the tail curl but it’s not working for me. the only thing that saved this emoji is the cute little tongue poking out. you’re ugly microsoft dog, but in a beautiful way. 5/10

ah!!! someone different!! look at her, this two legged, tail pointing, floppy eared beautiful girl. she’s trying her best! she’s very shiny, perhaps she just had a bath?? she smells good!!! like chocolate and peanut butter! 7/10

now this boy… all 4 legs, and a beautiful tail curl… but he is shaded strangely. his expression… vacant. lost… where is he going? what does he see? his coat is very dull. stop feeding him beneful. 4/10

minimalist. this is banksy’s dog. 6/10

WHO TOOK HER LEGS?! 2/10

this tail curl?? the spot on her eye…. the pointed ears… the little paws… dare i say it… she’s near perfect? 9/10

where is he looking? perhaps at both of his beautiful floppy ears? the tongue is a beautiful addition, he is tasting the citrus in the air. 7/10

HO LY SHIT  !!!  H O YL SH IT1!!!!!! O H  MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O H MY GOD!!!?!?!?!?! 10/10

YYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 149857456/10

demonic -0/10

Don’t Hold Back

Request: *flips table* Desolation Row era Gerard daddy kink with lots of pet names please!

There wasn’t much to do in this town. The only place you could to have some fun was the Tower. The Tower was the only real venue around that was big enough to feel like a real concert. It also had a bar of course, which lured in even more people. 

The real beauty of the Tower was the music though, alcohol was just a bonus. 

I breathed music, I felt it in my heart and lungs and every inch of my body. I loved losing myself inside mosh pits and the bruises that littered my skin after. Maybe bars weren’t so bad after all. 

The band playing was loud and screamed about rebellion, the one common factor everyone in the room had. The mosh pit following the heavy music was rough and maybe a little too pushy. At one point someone elbowed me in the shoulder, leaving a pretty bruise in its wake. 

A few songs later and I found my way back to the bar, ordering myself water before I passed out from exhaustion. I chugged the whole glass in one drink, feeling the cold liquid cool off my body almost instantly. I slid the empty glass towards the bartender, ordering a beer now that I was refreshed. 

I sipped my beer as one of the band’s popular songs began to play. Soon the crowd around the bar began disappearing back over to the floor. The energy in the place was crazy. The band was on fire, the fans were up front, trying desperately to touch the singer’s hand with their cell phones held high. Bar regulars were off to the side, sipping drinks and swaying to the music that they were familiar with. The pit was alive and wild, full of punks and metalheads, all together and united as they pushed and shoved. There was something quite beautiful about it.

There was one person who stood out. He leaned against the wall across from the bar, hip cocked out and arm resting above his head. He watched the crowd with a blank expression, taking in the scene displayed around us. His raven hair was pushed back, sticking up in all different directions and looked freshly teased. He had on a black, tattered shirt with an equally ripped red one underneath with a leather jacket thrown on top. His pants were skin tight with rips running up and down his upper thighs.

Combat boots that cut off mid-calf were suddenly heading towards me and I panicked for a moment, not sure what to say or do. I tried to keep my eyes on my drink, on the floor, on the stage, fuck anywhere but on his face or the obscene hole on the crotch of his pants, but my mind blanked when I saw him more clearly in this light.

Pointed nose, long eyelashes, crooked smirk, every facial feature was perfect and he knew it. The only flaw was the dark bruise around his eye, accompanied by a butterfly stitch on his brow. He definitely pulled it off though, if anything it made him even more hot. Confidence practically radiated off of him and he seemed to love all the attention he was attracting from other onlookers. I recognized him. He was the lead singer of one of the regular bands who performed here. His stage persona boldly represented sex, using his sex appeal to add spice to his performance. 

His hand rested on my hip as he squeezed in between me and a drunk on my left.  "Excuse me, darling,“ he whispered lowly into my ear, sending a chill up my spine. Then he leaned over and talked to the bartender as if it never happened. My mind was blank and I couldn’t move, I wasn’t even sure if I was breathing as all I could focus on was the pale hand resting on my hip.

He suddenly stepped back, taking his hand off of me and walking back through the crowd with a drink in hand. I swayed slightly and my mind spun. What just happened? It felt like I got hit by a truck. His mere touch spread warmth throughout my body and it was almost embarrassing how hard it all hit me. 

I turned to face the bartender, who was wiping up a few spills with a washcloth. “Who was that guy?”

“That’s Gerard, he’s a regular around here. When his bands not playing, he just stands over there drinking and watching. Quite a charmer,” the bartender dded with a chuckle.

That wasn’t a surprise.

After a few more rounds of drinks and dancing to the next band, I felt unbelievably hot and sweaty. My lungs burned and being crammed shoulder to shoulder in the venue didn’t seem much fun anymore. I shouldered my way through the crowd and towards the door, taking a deep breath as I staggered out of the building. It was late and the streets were deserted, only a few people down the street sitting on the curb. Desolation Row actually looked breath taking at night, the weathered down buildings and spray paint tags were hidden by the dark, the only light provided by the dim street lamps and neon signs. It looked like something that belonged in a painting.

“Cold night huh?” I heard a deep voice behind me, making pivot around in surprise. It was Gerard. He was leaning against the brick wall of the Tower, one hand in his pocket and the other hand ruffling his hair almost deliberately. A cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth as the other corner pulled up in a lop sided smirk.

Fuck.

My throat felt dry and cracked. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my entire life, especially just from looking at a guy. His hazel eyes locking on mine made goosebumps form on my arms and everything felt a million times more intense than when I spotted him in the bar. Because it wasn’t just me looking at him now, he was looking at me too.

His boots made a scuffing noise as he kicked off the wall, swaggering towards me. His fingers picked at his belt buckle, which had zero purpose besides for show since his pants seemed two sizes too small for him. He was barely a foot away from me, dark eyes raking down my body very slowly.

“What are you doing outside all by yourself darling?” His voice was raspy and had a thick Jersey accent, the beautiful sound going straight to my core. 

“It was too hot in there,” I shrugged, a small slur in my voice. He nodded, accepting that as a reasonable answer. I watched intently as he took the cigarette in between his fingers and blowing a think cloud of smoke over our heads before placing it back on his bottom lip. I gulped, my mouth watering at the sight.

Before I could think it over, I reached out and plucked the cigarette from his lips, bringing it up to my own and taking a deep breath. His eyes seemed to get even darker and he raised an eyebrow at me. I mimicked his smirk and blew the smoke on his neck before taking another hit. Before I could exhale, Gerard grabbed my wrist in a tight grip. He used his other hand to take the light from my mouth and drop it on the ground, smushing it into the cement with his heel.

“You’re being naughty,” he chuckled darkly, his smirk curling up into a taunting grin. 

I would like to think the alcohol in me was controlling me, making me bold and confident. But the truth is, I was far from wasted and was fully aware of what I was doing, just didn’t know why I was doing it. Maybe his confidence was rubbing off on me, subliminally corrupting me. Or maybe it was the deep urge I had to let him do anything he wanted to me, which was growing stronger with each passing second.

Mentally blaming it on my last drink, I leaned forward onto my toes and pressed my lips against his, a thin trail of smoke leaving the corner of my mouth when I parted my lips. He kissed back eagerly, his gloved hands cradling the back of my head and the other holding me against him with a firm grip on my lower back. His tongue explored my mouth while he sucked the smoke out of my mouth, the white fog coming out of his nose.

I gasped as his cold fingers dipped under my shirt, running up and down my lower back and making the hair on the back of my neck rise. The kiss grew more heated, Gerard taking over and manipulating it to a raunchy, sloppy make out session. He let out a small grunt as he pushed his tongue down my throat, doing tricks with his tongue that I was sure was illegal in four states. 

He finally broke away when I started balling my fist in his leather jacket, panting and lips glistening. “How about we go back to my place, kitten? It’s right down the street and we can pick up where we left off?” His voice was soft and filthy, resting the leather of his gloves under my chin as he slowly wiped his thumb along my bottom lip.

I couldn’t nod fast enough.

The walk to his apartment felt like an eternity, Gerard intertwining our fingers as he led me down the street. He took the stairs up to the fourth floor of course, almost as if he knew how bad I wanted in and wanted to take his time and torture me even more. The front door barely clicked close before he slammed me up against the wood, making me squeak in surprise. Both hands cupped my face as he kissed me roughly, pressing himself firmly against me. One hand abandoned my face and rested on my ass, gripping tightly and lifting me higher up the wall. I felt the bulge restraining against his jeans as he grinded against me.

I moaned softly as he moved down to my jaw, licking his pointed tongue along my jawline and nipping lightly with his teeth. His head dipped lower and latched his teeth onto the skin next to my pulse point, pinching the flesh between his teeth as he sucked greedily. His tongue swiped back and forth on the bruise forming to help soothe it and add to the pleasure. The pressure from his mouth dragged the blood up to the surface, which he smeared around with his skilled tongue. 

He flashed that signature smirk when he pulled away to admire his work, biting his bottom lip as he ghosted his fingers over the purple tinted skin. He pressed a firm kiss on my lips, leaving the metallic taste in my mouth.

“What do you want baby?” He whispered in my ear.

“Everything,” I replied back.

He chuckled lightly, shaking his head lightly before meeting my eyes. “As you wish kitten,” he purred with a wink, sealing the deal with a kiss. My grip on his shoulders tightened as he began to work on my clothes, literally ripping off my shirt by the collar. His fingers undid my bra at a world record worthy speed, letting the fabric fall to the floor. He glided his tongue down my neck, dragging his teeth along my collarbone. 

His lips closed around my nipple, giving it the same treatment as the hot bruise on my neck. I whimpered and fisted his hair, tugging on the jet black strands. I kept my mouth firmly shut, not trusting my voice or my words. 

You learn a lot about yourself in the heat of the moment, all of your inner, darker desires coming to the surface that you may not even be aware of. Like the word threatening to bubble out of my mouth, creeping up my throat and dying to be screamed. I could tell just by looking at Gerard he was experienced and surely encountered this before, but the small ounce of pride I had left forbid me to say it. 

It would be creepy. Weird, forwards, and creepy.

The sound of buttons popping added to the wet sucking sounds of his mouth as Gerard’s fingers undid them with ease, pushing down my pants. He ran his fingers along the hem of my underwear, growling in satisfaction. “Dressing so pretty for me baby. Did you wear lace panties just for me?” 

There was it again, literally balancing on the tip of my tongue. I bit on my lip before reinforcing them shut, simply humming in response. His hands brushed my panties aside, sliding a finger up and down my heat. I made a noise that vaguely sounded like “fuck” behind gritted teeth, bucking my hips into his palm hand. His thumb rubbed my clit, flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves as he licked my neck.

I stayed fairly quiet, besides letting out a few uncontrollable noises, which Gerard didn’t seem to like. He moved back to eye level with me, pressing our foreheads together.

“You’re holding something back kitten,” he said matter-of-factly, cocking up an eyebrow accusingly. He slowed his hands down, circling my clit at an agonizingly slow rate. “Come on babe, I know you want to say it.”

“What d-do you want me to say?” I was playing stupid, far too embarrassed to admit it.

“How about one word. One, short word that I can tell you’re just dying to tell me,” he provoked. 

He knew. Of course Gerard, whose name probably translated to sex god in some language, would be able to see right through me. My mouth flew open when he roughly pushed his finger past my folds and the word slipped. 

“Daddy!”

It was like a light bulb went off in his head, a fuse shortening and something new, darker, pushed out of him. He grinned, showing his white, tiny teeth. “There you go kitten. Being such a good girl.” His voice was soft and gentle, as if he was talking to a child and it made my breath hitch in my throat. My whole body throbbed with want and the animal before me sensed it. 

“How about you show me what else that pretty little mouth can do honey?” I nodded, dropping down to my knees when he took a step back. I undid his belt with ease, struggling briefly to get his pants off, which had to be cutting off blood circulation by now. He was big, much bigger than anything I was use to.

He smirked cockily, rubbing the back of my head in a petting motion. “Go on baby,” he encouraged. I slowly took him into my mouth, feeling the salty taste of pre cum smear across my tongue. I bobbed my head at a steady rate, trying to adjust to his size and ease myself into taking more. His fingers threaded into my hair and he sped up my actions, making a low groaning noise as his length pushed down my throat. 

I felt the warmth of his leather glove caress my cheek and I looked up at him, who somehow looked even more hot at this angle. He grinned again and tugged at his bottom lip. “Such pretty eyes baby,” he complimented, his voice even more raspy and hoarse. 

I rubbed my tongue along the underside of his cock, slowing down and giving his tip an extra hard suck each time I pulled off him. He hissed and swore under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “Shit baby…you look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock,” he growled, sending a surge of pride in me. His hand gripped my shoulder and sudden;y hoisted me up to my feet. I didn’t have time to ask before he crushed our lips together, wrapping an arm around my back and pulling me into his chest with such a grip I thought my ribs would crack. He walked me backwards towards his room, navigating through the messy apartment fairly well for having his tongue down my throat, besides bumping into a few walls and furniture. 

My knees hit the mattress and I fell backwards, him landing on top of me. Gerard emitted a cackle like laugh at the surprised squeak I made, clinging to his neck for dear life. “I got you kitten,” he chuckled, pressing a hard kiss on my lips before sitting up. He knelt down near the edge of the bed, resting on his knees as he gestured me towards him with his gloved hand. “Come here sugar.”

My heart lurched into my throat as I scooted towards him, my breath hitching when he hooked his arms around my legs. I watched in a trance as he took the lace hem between his shiny teeth, winking at me as he pulled them down my legs and flinging them off to the side. He licked his lips and gave me that evil grin again, never breaking eye contact as he lowered his head down to my inner thigh. I felt the tip of his nose drag along my skin, followed by the occasional touch of his wet lips. 

“So soft baby,” he purred, getting teasingly close to where I wanted him before retreating back to my thigh when he got too close. I involuntarily bucked my hips up to his face, making him chuckle as he slumped his forearm across my stomach to hold me down. “Patience kitten, patience.”

“Daddy,” I whined in protest. He quirked an eyebrow and bit his lip at my words. Maybe pet names weren’t so bad after all. 

“Yes baby?”

“Please do something…I need your tongue.”

“I’m gonna make you feel so damn good,” he smirked before dipping his head, taking a long lick up my slit. I moaned, wrapping my legs around his neck and trying to pull him closer. He encouraged me to spread my legs wider again, placing his hand on my inner thigh and pushing them apart. The first kiss to my clit was enough to make me whimper, and when his tongue slides, hot and slippery, through my folds, I curl my fingers into his already wild hair and moan loudly. Gerard’s hands root me hips into place while he eats me out with practiced movements, his death grip preventing me from rolling me hips into his face like I was itching to. 

He wiggles his face in deeper and presses me back to get better access, his lips making my legs shake with his his open mouth kisses to my clit. His gloved hand leaves my hip bones momentarily, only to come down hard on my ass, leaving a pink, hand shaped mark and making me gasp. “Daddy, oh my God…”

“You taste so damn good, kitten,” he mumbles roughly against me, his hand slipping between my legs to rub me while his mouth is preoccupied with leaving spine tingling love bites along the crease where my ass meets my thigh.

Im sure his head is killing him from how hard I was tugging on his hair, pulling the strands every time I felt his tongue dip inside me. He thrusted a finger into me, curling it at the knuckle and stroking my G-Spot. My toes curl against the comforter, eyes squeezing shut and mouth falling open in wracking pleasure. My hands kneaded through his hair, chanting a string of profanities as he pushed me over the edge.

“D-Daddy…fuck…i’m gonna-” My voice cut off with a high pitched moan as I hit my release. My orgasm was almost violent, wracking my body with waves of pleasure as my vision blurred. I could still feel the laps of his tongue, dragging out my orgasm until I was whimpering from over sensitivity. 

“You taste amazing. You’ve been such a good girl tonight kitten, sucking my cock and letting me taste you, now how about I reward you?” He crawled back up to my face, stroking my cheek as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear in that soft, velvet voice. 

I nodded feverishly and tried to pull of his leather jacket. He put his hands onto mine, stopping my actions. “What’s the rush baby? We have all night and trust me, it will take all night for me to be finished with you.”

“I need you now. P-Please, I need you to fuck me,” I begged, giving him my best pouty face. He growled and his eyes rolled back before fluttering back open.

“I like you begging, do it again.”

“Please fuck me daddy. I want -need- you so bad please f-fuck me. I-”

“Oh i’m not just gonna fuck you, i’m gonna break you,” he promised with a teasing smirk, pressing a chaste kiss on my forehead before sitting up. He dug through the night stand next to his bed, pulling out a condom. Ripping the package open with his teeth, the condom fell out of the foil package and into his palm. “Now, I think I want to take you against the wall. How does that sound princess?”

I didn’t care. I just needed him now. I grabbed his hand as he helped me onto my feet. I leaned my back against the wall he gestured to as e slowly stripped away his remaining clothing, tossing the torn shirts and his jacket into the dim lit corners. His hands rested on my ass and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist in response, gulping when I felt his length poke at my thigh. He kept me pinned to the wall as he lined himself up with my entrance. He pushed into me, making me push against the wall with each thrust, moaning loudly at the over sensitiveness but loving every second of it. 

The stretch stung at first, not use to anything near his size. But, his lips were working wonders on my neck and helped distract me from the pain. The burn subsided quickly, fading out into a hot rush of pleasure that made my back arch into him. His thrusts were hard and fast, the wall banging with each thrust. 

I felt myself close already, reaching back to grab onto any part of him that i could find. He pushed me back roughly, holding me down in the same position. I groaned with frustration and my orgasm came quickly, shocking through me and making me scream with pleasure. “Daddy!” I clenched around him, my body going limp. Gerard moaned each time i squeezed my walls around his length, all the way inside me. 

He went still to let me calm down, pulling out just a bit and slamming back in, deep when my breathing slowed, making me scream out his name. He chuckled and pulled all the way out, attaching his lips to mine, rubbing his hands over my body. I whimpered as his fingers played with me, circling my entrance.

Once the fire spreading though me died down, Gerard slammed back into me so hard my head slammed against the wall, a hard throb already spreading through the back of my head. I moaned loudly, grabbing onto his shoulders in shock and opening my eyes wide. Gerard moaned with each thrust and I could tell that he was getting close, clenching around him to make him cum as soon as possible. My head fell back against the wall, letting my mouth hang open. I was completely drained, worn out from tonight’s events. 

He thrusted into me deeper, as deep as he could go and moved fast within me. “Oh….fuck!” I screamed, coming undone around him and pulling at his hair. The orgasm seemed to last longer than any I’ve ever had. I squirmed against him, whimpering as I held onto him. 

“So fuckin’ tight…kitten,” he growled out one last time before spilling into the condom, panting loudly and leaning his head on my chest. I combed my fingers through his hair as he caught his breath, letting him breathe for a few minutes before he carried me to his bed. 

Our sweaty bodies curled together in a tangled pile of limbs. He lifted my chin up to look at him, craning his head down to place a soft kiss on my lips. “Give me a minute kitten, and then we’ll continue round two in the shower.”

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As it was, the Herald’s Rest was buzzing, typical for an evening at the end of the week, with music, food, and dancing fitting the unseasonably warm weather. The Iron Bull sat with his mercenary band tucked away in their alcove on the far side of the stairs, their laughter somehow rising above the rest of the tavern chatter. Dorian sat at his right, a faint red pinch to his cheeks – all from the alcohol and heat of the firebrands, he insisted. Rocky and Dalish were deeply invested in acting out a tale involving Grim, a satchel of charcoal, and a courtesan, when they were suddenly blown off their feet with a powerful force.

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It’s been a Year/How do I Breathe?

(AN: While writing this I listened to “How do I Breathe?” by Mario. Obviously you don’t have to listen to the song while reading, but I think it could set the mood I invision for this imagine!)


Your breakup with Shawn was a year ago to the day. Originally, he ended the relationship because he was about to go on tour. He told you he couldn’t handle being away from you for that long and didn’t want to hold you back. Later, you found out it was more complicated than that and was part of a publicity stunt.

Finding out he lied to you hurt more than the plan his management put together. For months you questioned everything he’d told you, hoping he was honest, but you couldn’t know for sure. 

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Happy Birthday (Baekhyun x Reader)

Characters: Baekhyun x You
Summary: You try your best to make it up to him, but he seems to really have moved on. Do you still keep trying, or give up ? (BGM)
A/N: It’s raining in my area >< it’s been raining, and so I’ve been listening to really sad music. And I got inspired to write with some of the songs I’ve been listening to ^ ^ And one more thing;; there are flashbacks;; I tried to write it as less confusing as possible;; but;; yea;; Oh and;;;;;; I quit trying to shorten my stories;; it doesn’t work;; my one-shots are at least 3000;; at most, who knows how much;;; and I’m sorry if you guys think it’s too long;; but it’s the only way I can provide a shot without thinking it’s trash;; so bear with me;; you don’t have to if you don’t want to;; Well then, enjoy ^ ^ (5.11.2016 a/n update;; this is a real piece of shit now that I read it;; but since I still wrote it;; yea;; 5.15.2016 a/n update #2;; SIKE !! YOU GUYS THOUGHT I HAD NO FICS FOR YOU RIGHT ? PFFF I had one… sorry;; it’s shit though;;;)
Word Count: 6400

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Summary: Adrien is excited to reveal his true identity, while Marinette is terrified. But Master Fu says they can’t afford to be distant any longer. Chat Noir and Ladybug are meant to work in tandem both in and out of uniform, their strength stemming from the bond created between them. Yet, teenagers are sometimes better at dancing blind than running with wide open eyes, even with the steps laid out before them.

Steps in the path of an expanding world. Apart, they’ll flounder. But together, they might just stand a chance.

Takes place following season 1.

Start of Book One

Start of Book Two


Book Two

Chapter 6: When in Doubt

This was not how Adrien had expected to wake up.

Well, okay, that wasn’t completely true. Generally speaking, he woke up in the same predicament every morning, but usually he was alone. Or, at least, the few other times he’d slept over at Mari’s house, he’d been the first one awake and so hadn’t been faced with the consequences otherwise.

Waking up in her bed with her not sleeping beside him and with no covers to hide his situation left his eyes wide with panic at the bulge protruding up from his pants. Swallowing hard, he sat up, staring between his legs in horror as his blood ran cold. Which, of course, quickly started the deflation process. But that wasn’t the point!

The point was that Mari wasn’t beside him, which meant she was awake! And that she had, most likely, noticed the situation. Not like there’d been anything discreet about it. And right after she’d made it clear she didn’t want to be considering things like that. Granted, this wasn’t exactly due to sexual initiations—it just kind of happened no matter what—but that didn’t mean it wasn’t inherently suggestive.

What if she was disgusted by him? What if she never let him cuddle close to her again?

Treacherous body! Why?!

Whining quietly, he covered his flushed face with his hands, eyes still heavy with sleep as he willed away whatever was left of the activity in his jogger shorts. He usually liked to think that, for a teenage boy who made a habit of wearing tighter pants, he had pretty good self-control. But now any kind of reputation for such that he could have claimed with Mari was ruined.

He’d always tried so hard not to be the stereotypical, out of control boy that he’d been taught was unacceptable. Yet his own physiology had betrayed him anyway! Mari was never going to come close to him again!

What would he even say to her?

Not that he had time to try and figure it out. It was in the middle of his panic that Mari stepped out of her small bathroom, heading across the room below. She was still dressed in her own pajamas—shorts and a tank top—and nearly stumbled over the bottom step on her way back up.

It was still one hour before they had to be up, which meant she was coming back to bed.

That was a good sign, right? She wasn’t avoiding him.

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All i do these days is complain. But dammit - let it be the last time, but i need to point it out.

This scene in the manga is by far my favourite Hashirama scene. Because of his face. Never before or after he had this expression. Determined, sad and merciless at the same time. He made his choice and faces it with AN OPEN EYES.

This is something entirely different. Why? T__T He is doing what was needed to do, but full of remorse he tries to suppress. Thats not what was in the manga.

again, beautifuly drawn mercilessness. Madara, you certainly didnt expected.

At least they tried, but…

This is a very short, with only few shots scene. But its important. How come manga had a lot of more mood in it, idk…

Do it for Aslan

Happy Valentines Day, @horcruxa! 

Summary: “Why are you hiding inside a closet?” 

It was too dark to see her expression but there was enough light filtering through the cracks of the doors to see her duck her head down in embarrassment.

“I was looking for Narnia.”

A/N: I tried to make it as fluffy as possible, while still having them keep their banter up to par, and I sneaked some fake/pretend trope at the end so I really hope you enjoy it! Have a lovely day! 


Bellamy managed to evade two rowdy children and the overflowing bag of a disgruntled-looking old lady before making it somewhat safely to the far corner of the bedroom section of IKEA. His sister, however, was nowhere to be found.

Cursing, and ignoring the angry glare the woman next to him threw him, Bellamy turned on his heel, desperately looking for any sign of Octavia’s red shirt. He knew they shouldn’t have strayed off the path and headed straight to the kitchen appliances. But no, Octavia just had to take a quick look at the cute pillows on one of the beds and now she was gone, lost in the overwhelming Sunday crowd.

Calling her turned out to be futile and Bellamy was stuck standing awkwardly next to a big wardrobe, with mirrored sliding doors and giant pink butterfly stickers on them. Between checking his phone and searching for his sister in the crowd, it took Bellamy a while to notice that something wasn’t quite right with the wardrobe.

One of the sliding doors sat ajar and somebody was peeking out from inside the wardrobe. When he tried to take a better look, the door slid shut and he was left blinking owlishly at his reflection. Surely he had imagined the whole thing. He had seen people take naps on the beds but to take residence in one of the wardrobes was too weird, even for IKEA.

Pocketing his phone, Bellamy pulled the sliding door aside and was met with few empty clothes hangers. Frowning, he peeked towards the back of the wardrobe where two eyes shone in the darkness. Before he could even voice his confusion, he was grabbed by his arm and the front of his shirt and pulled inside, door sliding shut not so quietly behind him.

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