he looks like hes about to deliver a bad pick up line

Shiro/Lance interactions I’d like to see in future seasons:
  • Shiro laughing at one of Lance’s bad jokes/pick-up lines before he can catch himself (preferably while Keith is present, so he can shoot him a “I’m so disappointed in you” look ;p).
  • Shiro telling Lance a corny joke of his own, completely deadpan. Lance just stares at him for a moment before going, “Did you just make a joke?” and positively beaming.
  • Lance calling Shiro out on his tendency to internalize his pain and isolate himself rather than talking about it – “Just because you’re our leader doesn’t mean you don’t need help sometimes.”
  • Shiro realizing that Lance recognized this tendency bc he deals with his negative emotions in a similar fashion (seriously, this is one of the biggest things they have in common imo – we see it with Lance when he runs off to cry alone after getting homesick, and with Shiro when he waits for everyone to leave before letting out his frustration at Sendak).
  • Shiro and Lance bonding over the fact they were both international (or first-gen?) members of the Galaxy Garrison.
  • A scene where Lance tells Shiro he’s his hero.
  • Shiro getting to see more of Lance’s serious side.
  • Shiro accidentally revealing his dorky/less serious side one day and Lance being absolutely delighted (totes inspired by Josh Keaton saying Shiro likes memes but would never tell Lance).
  • Like just imagine Shiro delivering a very poignant speech before a battle one day, and when it cuts to everyone else’s faces they’re all smiling softly, looking inspired….except for Lance, who’s grinning like his birthday just came early. “Dude did you just quote [Generic Cheesy Sci-Fi Action Film]?! My favorite movie of all time?!”
  • More of these fond looks from Shiro when Lance is goofing around:
Hearing The Call to Adventure when you’re over 40.

There’s a seriously delightful conversation in one of the LARP fb groups about adventuring over 40. Many of us aren’t 20 anymore, and it seems silly to have our characters not be our own age (or close to it). But they’re still starting characters (as it’s a new campaign), which implies they chose this path recently.

That thread is mostly joking around, but I kind of love the idea of hearing The Call when you’re not a teenager, and starting your in-game adventuring life later as some kind of mid-life crisis, religious epiphany, empty nest reaction, etc.

Which got me to some ficlets, and here’s the result.

“Well, your mother always wanted to be an adventurer - she was a hell of an archer when we were your age - but we got pregnant, and your grandmother needed some help, so we put that life off for a while. But now that you’re off at university, it seems like a good time to pick up the bow again, and go fight evil." 

“There was just something missing, y'know? I mean, I liked being a toymaker, but one day I realized - I really wanted to put on some plate mail, and go fight demons. So here I am, livin’ the dream." 


“Sometimes, relationships don’t work out. She got the business, I get to start the life of adventure I’ve always wanted. Did you know I minored in alchemy? It’s good to get back into it again.”

“Your Aunt Maribel and I had always talked about doing this, when we were girls, but it just never seemed like the right time. But now that Uncle Haro has passed…Mari just wants to get out there and do it. I can’t let her go alone, can I? Someone has to watch her flank on the line, and remind her to keep her shield up.“

"What can I say? Sometimes you fall in love with a mage. When you do, you grab your hammer and you go where he goes. Someone has to keep cute Dukes from flirting with him. Back off, gentry! He’s all mine.”

“Kevin, you’re being ridiculous. I’m not going to fall in love with some Duke.”

“Whatever. I’m not taking any chances. It took me this long to find you, and I’m not letting you go without me.”

“I’m your Dad. If you’re going to go and fight evil, I’m going with you, ‘cause I support your choices.”

“Er…Mom’s heading off to check out some evil gate she heard about. Someone needs to go with her, ok? I squired for her last time, but I just can’t right now. It’s your turn. Make sure she does her exercises, ok? Her back is going to be horrid if she doesn’t.“

"Fine. I’ll handle the evil gate with Mom. But the next time she heads into the swamps to fight some lizard thing, you’re doing it. I freaking hate swamps.”

“His husband left him for an elf. He’s got some anger issues that he’s working through, ok? Better that he work through it on some bad guys.”

“What was that?”
“Undead again.”
“Oh, for the love of..look. They’re a freaking plague, and it’s getting worse. If we don’t want to keep dealing with this, we’re just going to have to go to the source.”
“But….the carrots…!”
“Hang the damned carrots. I’ll hire that nice boy down the street to take care of our field while we’re gone. Clean yourself up and grab your holy symbol. We’re not putting up with this for one more week.”

“Well, I always wanted to see the world. I got a small inheritance recently, and thought, why the heck not? No time like the present, right?”

“If that Sorcerer thinks he can just waltz in here and take over this town, he’s got another think coming!”
“Doris, calm down. We’ll write to the King, and…”
“I WILL NOT CALM DOWN. Sally, I swear, you drive me nuts sometimes.”
“I’m just saying - there’s diplomatic solutions to this.”
“The hell with diplomatic solutions! I WILL END HIM. ”
“Fiiiiiine. Do it your way. End him with fire.”
“Thank you!” *smooches* “Love you. Back when I’m back. He has NO IDEA who is coming for him.”

“What can I say? Adventuring pays the bills. I have a family to support, and turnip farming doesn’t make money like it used to.”

“Hey Phineas - for guys’ night, I have a thought. Rather than just going down to the pub like we usually do…I found a gate. No idea where it leads. Let’s go check it out. Could be fun, right?”
“A gate?”
“This is a terrible idea. I’m in.”

“Um….well, this is awkward. You know that Goddess who spoke to me last spring?”
“Oh yeah! Your whole conversion thing. Nice to see you found faith. It’s been good for you, I think.”
“Well, she has something she wants me to take care of.”
“What, like…a message delivered or something?”
“Seriously? You’re a florist. What does she want you to do?”
“Well, now when I sing, things blow up. That’s good, right?”
“This can’t end well.”

“We left for THREE WEEKS, and Barbarians razed our village. I swear, do I have to do everything myself? I JUST RE-DID THE ROOF, YOU JERKS.”

“He doesn’t think our family is good enough for him? I’ll show him who is good enough for him! My little girl is going to live in a castle, even if I have to conquer it myself!”
“I’m sure he didn’t mean it that way.”
“We’ll see what he has to say when I walk into Summertide with a demon’s head on a spike! Who’s good enough now, you two-bit merchant?!?”

“Your Aunt recently found out that Throgg the Destroyer is that brat she couldn’t stand at the Academy. She’s not taking it well, so we’re going to be off on a trip for a while…”

“So….funny story. You know that favor I owe the Countess? From like 20 years ago? She finally called it in. She remembered that I’m really good with Ancient Runes, and apparently there’s something she needs checked out.”

“I thought you said this adventuring thing was just a hobby, Brianna. Something we did on the weekends.”
“Well, but…y'know…I really like it. I think I could be good at it. I’m getting better with the spear, you know?”
“I don’t even know you anymore!”
“Can’t you just be supportive?”
“Well, but where does it end? First hobgoblins, now orcs…what’s next?”
“I heard about this cursed tomb…”
“Absolutely not. I draw the line at tombs. NO TOMBS.”

“I told you not to date that vampire. Didn’t I tell you? I told you!”
“Let me live, Sergio.”
“Let me unlive, you mean.”
“Ok, that’s just rude.”

“Oh, sure - one good healing spell, and you think you can conquer the world.”
“I can! I have the knees of a teenager again!”

“Grandpa, you’re embarrassing me.”
“What, I can’t visit my grandson while he’s adventuring?”
“Well, I love having you here, and everyone knows you’re a good healer, but…”
“I’ll be fine. I like it here. I think I’ll stay.”

“C'mon, let’s do it. We’ve always wanted to.”
“But…we don’t know what we’re doing.”
“We do! We’ve each read The Book, what….15 times? I know you basically have it committed to memory.”
“I don’t think 'To Catch a Rogue Lord’ was really meant as an instruction manual.”
“C'mon…how hard can it be? You’ve seen the adventurers who come through here.”
“Excellent point. I’ll get my herbs.”

“Honey? There’s a kid at the door. He says you’re the Chosen One.”
“Arrrrgh. We talked about this! Come back later!”
“He says the stars are aligned?”
“Not doing it! Tell him to go away.”
“Oh, and the seal broke. The seal broke, Stephen. It sounds important.”
“I’ll pack you a lunch.”

“Call Sharon. She and her stupid birthmark are coming with me.”
“I thought you said that translation of the prophecy was incorrect? Something about a miss-translation of verb.”
“…well, at least if we fail, I won’t have to listen to Karl talking at Guild Meetings about how he was right.”

  • hello yes i have come to deliver soft touches with andrew and neil bc i have a lot of feelings about this as their relationship develops and how both of them get used to having each other around and sinking into the comfortable notion that as long as they have each other they are Safe
  • it starts off fucking small, they’re sleepy and sitting on the bean bags in the living room watching this supremely crap movie, half the lines don’t make sense, there’s no comprehensible plot, the main character keeps not dying in circumstances that should definitely induce some level of death, and there are some of the most cliche lines ever written, but they’re sitting close together, not touching but close enough that they can feel each other’s body heat and its dark and about 3 am so nothing feels completely real yet, it’s just soft and blurry in a comfy way
  • and neil feels sorta warm inside, especially whenever andrew lets out a little huff at the shenanigans occurring on-screen, (how andrew is able to convey so much disdain in a single exhale neil doesn’t know)
  • but he wants to show how much he is enjoying this strange little moment so he catches andrew’s eye next time he looks over and holds up a hand in a silent ‘yes or no?’ and andrew nods in response and neil just gently links their pinkies together like they’re making a promise 
  • andrew does another one of those little huffs but this time it’s laced with a little bit of fondness and he squeezes nails pinky 
  • they fall asleep like that and nicky comes through in the morning and sees them and just grins and decides to leave them to it
  • the first time the rest of the foxes see any of this is at one of their mandatory Team Bonding movie nights at the girl’s room
  • they’re all getting ready to continue neil’s movie education with a Harry Potter marathon and they’re all sorta squished up onto any available surface bc college dorms are not known for their spaciousness, there’s not an available seat anywhere, and andrew isn’t here yet (he likes to make a point of being late to these things just to express that he does not want to come)
  • the movie is just starting when he comes in and there’s no space apart from on the floor and the floor is not gonna cut it if they plan on watching three movies in a row
  • so he stops infront of neil, who has somehow managed to snag a whole half of the sofa to himself and asks ‘yes or no?’
  • neil doesn’t really know what andrew wants but its always a yes
  • and andrew just sorta throws himself on top of neil but gently and makes himself comfortable there while neil doesn’t move bc he isn’t sure what the current boundaries are and the foxes look at each other frantically but don’t say a peep bc they know that if they do andrew would move away and neil looks genuinely happy about this development and no one wants to take that away from him so they just let it pass without comment 
  • andrew just grabs neil’s hands and puts one in his hair and links his pinky with the other while maintaining his most expressionless face and neil is positively grinning now and hiding in in andrew’s shoulder 
  • so now they do hugs and wrapping themselves around each other for comfort, not all the time, bc sometimes it would only make things worse, but when they’re both in a good place it makes them feel grounded 
  • and bc andrew is a little shit he usually shoves his freezing cold feet up against nails legs to warm them up and neil is so fucking done with him but also doesn’t move away, he does heave out the world’s most exasperated sigh tho
  • they also get used to the idea that touch can be good to help on bad days, to give them something to take their minds off it
  • it’s the anniversary of Baltimore and neil is feeling off balance, not the worst he’s ever been but he feels frayed at the edges, like one tug on the wrong thread could unravel him 
  • so they go up to the roof because that’s always been a place that was Theirs, that, despite the risk of taking a wrong step and toppling off the edge, has always felt safe to neil
  • so they sit and dangle their feet off the edge and neil asks ‘yes or no?’ and when andrew says yes he leans over slowly until his head and shoulders are resting on andrews lap and he picks up andrews free hand which isn’t holding a cigarette and places it on his head 
  • andrew raises his eyebrows an amount that would be imperceptible to anyone who wasn’t neil and didn’t categorise all of the minute expressions that crossed andrews face and digs his fingers into neil’s curls, stroking through them  and making them into more of a mess than they already were 
  • and neil feels himself relax and just concentrate on the feeling of andrew’’s fingers landing through his hair and his soft thighs under his head and he feels a little bit better, not completely back to normal, but like normal might be attainable again 
  • they also both draw on each other all the fucking time, leave a felt tip anywhere in their vicinity and half an hour later there’ll be a trail of fox pay fronts winding around andrew’s hands and a scribbled percentage and some random doodles on neil’s
  • the moment that really drives home how fucking far they’ve come, andrew , in particular, comes a couple of years into their relationship (and it is a relationship, despite andrews protests that it’s nothing)
  • its when andrew has been having a particularly good day, he feels lighter inside than usual and he’s been thinking about neil most of the day bc neil is the sort of pest that won’t leave andrew alone for a second, its so stupid and he really should be able to go out to buy ice cream without remembering the time when neil had been instructed by matt to get andrew something for valentines day and had just bought him a fuck tonne of ben and jerry’s bc he couldn’t think of anything else 
  • but andrew gets home and he wants something like its an itch under his skin that he cant quite scratch, he wants to push his boundaries bc bee had been lightly nudging him for weeks about it and he’s poked the idea in his head a lot over the past few weeks and it seems okay
  • so when he finds neil sprawled out on the bed that used to just be his but at some point over the last couple of years had morphed into theirs he tells his to ‘move the fuck over josten honestly this is my fucking bed’ as he pulls off the grey t-shirt that he thinks is his but really it might not be and he lies down on his side with his back to neil
  • neil is already pretty surprised, bc even after all this time he knows andrew doesn’t like having his back exposed
  • and then, to nails even further surprise he hears “touch my back, yes or no?” and fuck he feels so fucking happy bc holy fuck he earned that level of trust holy shit 
  • neil night have been on a championship team for years now, winning two more trophies but this, earning andrew’s trust, is his proudest achievement 
  • so he whispers a yes and then starts to lightly trail his finger tips down andrew’s spine and connect freckles like dot-to-dots and it’s so Gentle 
  • and andrew can feel how careful neil’s being and he feels safe bc even though he can’t see whats behind him, neil’s got his back
No Strings (IX)

.Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,940

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by gotmeolk

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come home // theo raeken

summary ; in which no one else seems to notice that y/n’s been struggling immensely since the demise of theo raeken, except liam. and so, liam can’t help but go against the rest of the pack to make you happy once more. [300317]

warnings ; death (kind of), sadness, angst, season 6a spoilers

word count ; 1.7k


stay safe + ily🍃

You still remember how it happened, clear as day. 

You remember running as fast as you possibly could down those dark tunnels; you remember your shoes slapping against the damp ground loudly as panicked breaths left your lips and tears stung your waterline, threatening to fall. You remember catching up with the rest of your so-called ‘pack’ as they all stood in a circle, determined looks etched into their faces. 

You remember being too late. 

You remember hearing Kira’s cold words. “The Skinwalkers have a message for you, Theo. Your sister wants to see you.“ 

You remember watching her wield her katana as you rushed past the others and stopped short in front of the angered kitsune. "No! Kira, please!” You remember shouting, your voice laced with desperation as Theo glanced your way, his eyes filled with unmistakable panic and fear. 

“(Y/N)…” The whispered words escaped past his lips as he attempted to take a few steps toward you, the girl he loved, but came to a hesitant halt when Liam and Scott bared their teeth and growled at him from directly behind your shaking body. 

You remember Scott grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back as you begged your friends not to do what you knew they were about to. The feeling of complete dread filled you when they continued to ignore your screams, the heavy tears rolling down your cheeks as you struggled to escape from the True Alpha’s grip. "Please! Don’t do this! Kira!“ You cried out, your heart pounding in your chest as alarm increasingly flared up inside of you. 

“It’s for the best, (Y/N),” Scott’s voice rang through your ears as he held your fighting body tightly against himself. 

“No! Please! I-I love him,” You rasped out, your cries dying down when you looked at your boyfriend. His wide eyes were glued to you, those three words had sprung the sudden feeling of regret for all he had done to put him in this final position onto him as it ran through his veins and he watched the tears fall from your beautiful eyes. If he hadn’t acted the way he did to the rest of the pack, he wouldn’t be about to lose you. But he couldn’t change that now, he reminded himself harshly.

You remember being too late. 

Kira’s sword had already come into contact with the ground by the time you finished your confession, a harsh glare in her glowing eyes. The wet, paved stones cracking and rumbling under your feet. You remember the floor caving in, Theo’s sister crawling her way up from under the rubble, your breath hitching in your throat as you watched her with wide, frozen eyes snatch his legs with her hands, yanking him to the cold, hard ground. 

“(Y/N)! Help me! Please!” His distraught voice echoed through your head and shook your body to the core. 

“Theo!” You remember the sobs that racked through your body and the way that your chest heaved heavily as you tried so hard to get past Scott’s hold on you, as you tried so hard to save the only person who’s ever really loved you. You remember hearing his pleas and watching as his grip on the edge of the ground slipped, and he fell into the epitome of his own hell.

“No!” You remember the scream that erupted from you, your vision blurred with tears and your chest tight with the pain and the loss. Scott let go of you and you immediately scrambled to the giant, gaping hole in the stone, gasping breaths leaving your parted lips hysterically.

You remember being too late. 

The ground swallowed him up just as quick and magically, it was whole again. No cracks, no rubble, no flaws. You remember feeling numb. Your wide eyes locked onto the ground as your knees gave way, leading you to land upon the cold concrete where the boy you loved had just been taken from you. 


You had decided to split away from the pack when the sun rose the very next day. There was a hole, a darkness, a void, in your chest where something was missing, from where Theo was missing… That darkness hadn’t been picked up by light, not even months down the line. It hadn’t changed. 

You hadn’t spoken to anyone; you had barely left the house. You rarely ate, your once glowing skin, now a sickly pale. Your parents were incredibly worried; they knew about the supernatural and the fact that your boyfriend was a creature of the night. 

They knew that he had betrayed the pack a few times but they had regularly seen you and him cuddled close together in your room, his fingers softly running through your hair, your head gently rested on his chest and his arm wrapped tightly around your body as you both gazed at the tv, a comfortable silence filling the room; they knew that he would never hurt you. They knew how much Theo meant to you and vice versa.

Now, everything felt wrong. 

You were convinced that none of the pack had noticed your absence at school, even though your leave was extremely abrupt. They all assumed that you were grieving and that you would need time and space to heal and so they left you alone. 

Liam noticed more than anyone, however. Ever since he moved to Beacon Hills, there had been no one who was more welcoming and supportive of him than you and he would never forget that. You two had been good friends all throughout his time in that county and he hated not being able to see you but still knowing how heartbroken you were over the pack’s rash decisions.

So, he decided to do something about it. Getting in touch with the Celestial kitsune, Noshiko Yukimura, had been easy. But, convincing her to come back to Beacon Hills for the sole purpose of her delivering Kira’s katana to them had been slightly more difficult but doable after some pleads, nonetheless.

Back again, you thought begrudgingly. The underground tunnels seeming even darker and even damper than the last time you were here. The last time you were here.The last time you were here, you lost Theo. 

You folded your arms across your body, shivering as the cool breeze of the evening flowed throughout the maze of tunnels. All the bad memories resurfacing against your will as you stood opposite Liam and Hayden, in the exact area in which you saw your boyfriend get dragged down to his personal hell. 

“What are we doing here, Liam?” Your voice was small and quiet as you glanced around at your dank surroundings, tightening your grip on yourself as if you were attempting to comfort and shield yourself from the nightmares those tunnels bring.

Liam let out a steady huff of air, his eyes flickering to Hayden’s and then back to yours as he brought his hand out from behind his back. Your breath got caught in your throat and as you stared at the item he beheld. Kira’s sword. “W-what?” You stuttered out roughly, your heart hammering in your chest as you took a step closer to your friends. 

“Use it,” His demand was soft and kind as he reached his arm out towards you. You let out an inevitable breath of chilled air before reaching out with shaky hands, grasping the grip of the sword in your fingers.

You looked up at Liam with teary eyes before throwing your free arm around his torso and bringing him into a long overdue hug. His arms went around your shoulders and you muttered out a quiet and muffled but appreciative, “Thank you. Thank you so much.” You pulled away and gave a grateful nod of your head Hayden’s way as the two of you barely knew each other; she returned it with a small, happy, smile written on her lips.

You turned away from the two, sighing shakily as you readily positioned the sword above the ground. Not even hesitating once as you lifted the katana up before swinging it back down onto the concrete with as much strength as you could muster.

The ground did as it did before, cracking and crumbling, giving away to create the same wide and immense hole. The stone explodes as a clawed hand shoots up and into the air; a gasp tumbled from your lips as you watched Theo painfully slowly clamber his way out of the rubble and onto safe ground.

“T-Theo?” Your voice seemed to get lost in the cool wind when your glistening eyes connected with his vibrant and glowing, golden ones. Low growls emitted past his sharp canines until his eyes locked onto your frozen body, and his breath gets caught. The gold in his iris’ slowly fading out until the soft hazel colour that you fell in love with is restored. 

“(Y/N)…” He breathed out, his voice hoarse as he took a few steps towards you. Kira’s sword fell out of your grip and clattered onto the floor, the noise echoing and bouncing off the walls of the tunnels but you didn’t notice as your legs carry you as fast as they could back into his warm arms.

Tears that had been collecting on your waterline slowly made their trek down your rosy cheeks as his arms tightly wrap around your waist and his head settles in the crook of your neck. The sadness that had been sitting on your shoulders and weighing you down ever since he was taken away from you, dissipated into thin air and you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief because of it. 

Then, you felt his tears on the skin of your slightly exposed collarbone and heard the almost inaudible sound of his sniffles, so you hugged him tighter and ran your fingers through his messy, dark hair. “I-I love you too,” You could only just make out his hushed and muffled words through your elated cries of happiness but your heart swelled when they ring through your ears, like music.


I decided to make a masterlist of my stories! I hope you find something to read!:)


Follow my order! (Military!Au, Slow-burn; 14k) - Kaisoo, Chanhun

Jongin’s a well-known player among soldiers, devouring everyone who comes his way. But when their squad gets a new smoking-hot Colonel, what he doesn’t expect to find is resistance.

Practice makes it perfect! (Boxing!Au; 3.8k) - Kaisoo

What starts as a battle of strength and pride, finishes as something completely mind-blowing.

What that mouth do, tho? (Comedy; 4.7k + bonus 8k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol

“Hey, Soo, what that mouth do?”

“Bet, you’d like to know!”

Baby Boy (Sugar daddy, Fluff; 10.5k) - Kaisoo

Kyungsoo likes getting presents, but he loves his daddy more.

Deliver my Pizza (Crossdressing; 7k + bonus 3.5k) - Kaisoo

Kyungsoo has this kink and Jongin loves his boyfriend so much.

Cuff me! (Police!Au; 6k + bonus 5k) - Kaisoo

Kyungsoo hated his job ever since he got demoted to a police officer and being assigned to a cocky partner that just couldn’t shut up.

Think this through (Comedy, Fluff; 22k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Sulay, Hunhan, Xiuchen

Kyungsoo signs up to a clinic with a desire to lose his virginity. But after meeting his potential partners, he ends up bargaining for a different kind of deal.

▲ Melancholia and Euphoria (Angst, Prostitution!Au, Abuse; 12k) - Kaisoo

Jongin was Kyungsoo’s first, but Kyungsoo was Jongin’s last.

This is a start of something new (Fluff, Police!Au; 7.6k + bonus 4.3k) - Kaisoo

When Kyungsoo has to check a college party that is not reported, what he doesn’t expect to find is a snarky student, that quickly catches his interest.

▲ Listless (Fluff, Crack; 4.2k) - Kaisoo

Jongin’s sick and Kyungsoo takes care of him.. in a slightly less conventional way.

Be good to me, bad boy! (4.7k) - Kaisoo, Mentions of Baekyeol, Hunhan and Xiuchen

Jongin might have all those tattoos and skill on his bike, but Kyungsoo’s in charge now. And you know what they say: every boy wants a good boy to be bad just for him.

I can’t! (Please, save me!) (Angst, Drama, Mafia!Au; Mentions of abuse and drugs; 15k) - Kaisoo, Hunhan, Slight!Krisoo

Kai lost what was his once before. But now he had an opportunity to get it back, and who was Kris to refuse him that.

Keeping it Quiet! (Band!Au, Hint of voyeursim; 4.8k) - Kaisoo

Sehun drops in Jongin’s room quite suddenly, and the best place for Kyungsoo to hide is under Jongin’s thick covers.

Marking you Mine! (Fluff; 15k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol

Kyungsoo has this tiny crush, and thinks that Jongin doesn’t even notice him.. It’s all Baekhyun’s fault, anyway.

Baby Girl (Fem!Kaisoo, Mentions of Bullying; 6.5k) - Kaisoo

Jongin doesn’t deserve everything she’s been enduring, but Kyungsoo makes it all better.

Pool me Hard! (Fluff, Semi-public; 9k) - Kaisoo, Mentions of Baekyeol

What Kyungsoo didn’t expect is that a little friendly game of pool table would come to this.

Just how I like it! (Fluff; 6.3k) - Xiuchen

Jongdae liked when they played rough, Minseok couldn’t wait to be bad.

▲ Teach me (TeacherxStudent, Fluff; 8k) - Kaisoo

Kyungsoo was always a good student, but math wasn’t his subject. Luckily, there was a teacher who could teach him.


Love Me Today (And Forever) (PG-13; Angst, Fluff, Anxiety, Mentions of Death and Physical Disability; 5.6k) - Kaisoo

Even when Kyungsoo gave up, thinking how his day was coming to an end, Jongin was there to remind him that it wasn’t over yet.

Prove you Wrong! (PG-13; Fluff, Wrestiling!Au; 19k + bonus 4k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Xiuchen

Nobody could go against the feared bad boy of their high-school, but maybe a pair of thick glasses and one ugly gray sweater could make him see outside the lines. 

I can do it better! (M; Band!Au, Comedy, Fluff, Foul language; 9.3k) - Kaisoo, Hunhan, Baekyeol, Taoris, Sulay, Xiuchen (OT12)

The members didn’t expect that to happen when they started playing spin the bottle… With a little twist, though.

Find Me Amongst Them (PG-13; Fluff, Solemate!Au; 16k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol

A story about a boy who doesn’t believe in soulmates, but actually suffers to meet his own.

Flurry the Penguin (PG-13; Fluff, 17k) - Kaisoo, Xiuchen

Kyungsoo refuses to work with Jongin, but then gets out of the mess with something timeless.

▲ Fall in love with me, already! (Fluff, Friends to Lovers; 11k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, 2Min, Mentions of Hunhan and Xiuchen, Slight!Krisoo

Jongin and Kyungsoo were friends their whole life. So why did Jongin take all this time to realize his feelings for the shorter boy?

Bashful Smiles (PG-13; Fluff, Zoo!Au; 17k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Sulay

Kyungsoo starts getting little doodles and notes on the blackboard by his work desk, and tries to find the culprit. 

Shake my Heart! (Fluff, Soulmate!Au, Superpowers!Au, Romance; 13.5k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Xiuchen

In a world where your power transfers to your soulmate for a day, group of friends hope to be lucky enough in the destiny’s pick.

Mission: Get Kaisoo together! (PG-13; Fluff, Comedy; 12k) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Hunhan

What happens when best friend Kyungsoo and Jongin get into their first fight? Well, of course, their parents come to the rescue.

Chaptered Stories


Baby, we don’t stand a chance (M, Office!Au, Angst, Domestic Abuse, Infidelity; Ongoing!) - Kaisoo, Mentions of Baekyeol

This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to do his work, assist his boss’ every need and then bid him goodbye until tomorrow. But Jongin brought work home with him, and in the same time, left a piece of himself with Kyungsoo.

Cook me Something Sweet (PG-13; Chef!Au, Office!Au, Fluff, Romance, Slight!Angst, Smut; Ongoing!) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Xiuchen, Sulay

Jongin was a famous billionaire, going on dates that his mother set him up with, trying to satisfy her wish to get married already. But what happens when in Jongin’s life stumbles in a pretty boy with doe eyes.

Omega Troubles (M; Wolf!Au, A/B/O, Fluff, Mpreg, Slight!Angst; 2 chapters - Completed!) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Hunhan, Xiuchen, Sulay, Taoris

Kyungsoo wanted nothing more than to make his omega happy.. But their picture-perfect life was missing a tiny but big piece for everything to be perfect.

Suit me Better! (M; Office!Au, Fluff, Romance, Slight!Angst; Ongoing!) - Baekyeol, Kaisoo, Xiuchen

Baekhyun was looking for a job and when the spot in one of the biggest companies in Korea opened up, what he didn’t expect to see his ex-boyfriend as his new boss.

Vetus Amor (M; Fluff, Romance, Smut; Ongoing!) - Daejae, Banghim

Youngjae thought that he had lost him.. But Daehyun comes back for what belongs to him.

Devour you whole! (M; Butler!Au, Romance, Angst, Fluff; 3 chapters - Completed!) - Kaisoo, Baekyeol, Sulay, YunhoxBoa

Kyungsoo works as a butler for the Kims, and Jongin comes back and maybe ruins everything that he’s been working for.

Cure you! (M; Dystopian!AU, Romance, Fluff, Smut, Angst, Doctor!Au; 2 chapters - Completed!) - Kaisoo, Brief mention of Baekyeon

The story of how love happened where it absolutely shouldn’t have. 

Sweet as you (PG-13; Fluff, Enemies to lovers, Romance; 11 chapters + Epilogue - Completed!) - Meanie, Jihan, Mentions of others

What happens when two enemies apply for the same job?

Hooked on a feeling (M; Smut, Fluff, Romance, Band!Au; 4 chapters - Completed!) - Eunhae

Hyukjae loves to punish, and Donghae loves to get punished.

So this was a bit longer, apologies for that! 
Hope you enjoy!~~ 
Love you, xox


REQUEST: Hey! Can you write a blurb where you and Harry are trying to have a baby and you find out that you can’t have one, and both of you are just heartbroken

When the doctor asked the two of you to come back into his office, you knew that something was wrong.

Harry had been cooking dinner the night before when the phone rang. It was Tuesday—the one day of the week that the two of you dedicated to having a meal together, no matter what else was going on in your lives. He was cutting up the vegetables as you sat across from him at the kitchen island, holding a glass of red wine. You didn’t exactly pride yourself on your cooking, so this had become your tradition: you would have a drink and watch as he prepared dinner for the two of you, and both of you would talk about your weeks. It was what kept you two connected.

That night, there was a disconnect.

You usually wouldn’t have answered the phone, but you knew that the doctor would be calling you and you were anxious to get the results. You and Harry had both gone in a few days earlier for testing—the two of you had been trying to get pregnant for almost a year now, with no luck.

“S’just to see if something’s going on, love,” he had said, running his fingers through your hair as you rested your head on his chest. “You don’t have to be scared.”

“I know,” you sighed, adjusting yourself so that you could nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. You pressed your lips against the skin there, squeezing your eyes shut. “But what if there’s something wrong, Harry?”

“Then better to know now so we can do something, yeah?” He murmured, tracing patterns across your back with his fingertips. “We can do anything, babe. Together. I promise.”

When the phone rang, you and Harry both fell silent. You locked gazes with him from across the kitchen— you both knew what this would be about, and you were both nervous. He set the knife down and began to wipe his hands on his apron before you hopped off of the stool, forcing a smile onto your face.

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[SW:TLJ] Trailer musings

Ordinarily I try to avoid the Star Wars fandom, as I’m already in enough toxic fandoms as it is. However, this new trailer is blowing my mind and I have to write my thoughts about it or I’ll probably implode. 

Spoilers for the new Star Wars: The Last Jedi trailer abound. For the sake of those who might be uncomfortable with viewpoints like mine and for those who’d like to avoid spoilers, I’ll be placing this bad boy under a cut. For everyone else, well, enter the dragon’s lair if you dare. Mua. Ha. Ha. *ahem* 

(Word of warning: I wrote this puppy at 3AM, so it’s most likely completely incoherent. Sorry in advance lol.)

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Pack Mother - Derek Hale - Part 4

Characters: Derek Hale, Werewolf!Stiles, Isaac Lahey, PackMom!Reader.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Derek and Isaac had moved in and you were up to your eyeballs in testosterone. Isaac was sleeping on the couch, Derek in the guest room. You miss your privacy.

You came home late one evening, you had errands to run. You went upstairs, wanting to crash in bed. You opened your door to find Derek in your bed.

“Oh, really?” You crossed your arms and looked at him.

“Isaac’s in my room. I had nowhere to go.”

“Why is Isaac in your room?” You raise an eyebrow.

“He brought some girl home, I don’t know.”

“Derek! Oh my God!” You slipped out the door and swung Derek’s door open. You walked in and leaned on the wall. Isaac looked up at you and groaned.

The girl looked at you blankly. “Can I help you?” She smarted off.

“You can actually. Get out.” You point to the door.

She nudges Isaac. “You’re going to let her talk to me like that?” He shrugs and she pouts.

“I said out. Now.” You slammed the door closed when she left and you looked at Isaac.

“What the hell?” He got off the bed and put his shirt back on.

“Don’t what the hell me, Lahey. Bringing a girl home? To my house?”

“We didn’t even do anything! We were just making out!”

“I don’t care. You still brought her here.”

Derek opened the door and stood behind you.

“This isn’t fair! Scott didn’t care about this stuff!”

You scoff, “Was Scott becoming your legal guardian? No? Then I don’t want to hear it. My house, my rules.”

Isaac huffs and pushes past you, storming down the stairs.

Derek high fives you. “That was good pack-parenting.”

You laugh. “I cannot believe you let him in here with a girl.”

“Sorry. That was bad pack-parenting. He’s done it before so I didn’t really think much of it.”

“He’s done it before? In your room? Derek…he needs his own room.” You sigh.

“I can sleep on the couch.” He shrugs.

“No, stay with me. It’ll be 100% nonsexual. You can handle that right?”

Derek smirks. “Of course I can.”

That day he moved all of his stuff in, you were now sharing a closet with a man who you’d just met. You’d kissed for maybe fifteen seconds, but you just met. “What side of the bed do you sleep on?” He turned and looked at you.

“In the middle…so pick whichever side you want.” You say, moving your clothes over in the closet.

Stiles has been in and out of the house all day. He’s decided that you and Derek are the only ones that can calm him down.

“Why is Jackson such a huge idiot?” He stormed in and sat on your bed.

“All right then..” You muttered before sitting beside him. “What’d he do now?”

“He said that I’ll never be as good of a werewolf as him, so when I got angry he laughed at me. He’s showing off for Lydia.” He grunts.

You roll your eyes. “I just talked to him about this..Stiles don’t let it get to you. If I’m being honest I think that he’s a little worried about you and Lydia. You’re stepping in on his lady, Stiles.” You nudge him and he laughs.

“I don’t mean to…I just can’t help it. She’s just..” He lays back on the bed and groans. “She’s so pretty and she’s got the greatest personality. I just don’t know how she can stand to be with him. He’s a dumb jock, that’s all he is. She’s too smart to be with him. I get her, I get her sense of humor and I get her smart little fun facts. I just really like her, y'know? I do everything I can not to screw up around her and Jackson always makes me look stupid.” He sighs.

Derek joins the two of you on the bed. “I know what you mean. Pretty girls are hard to get over.” He flicked his eyes over to you and smirked.

“Let me give you some advice. If you’re having trouble with Lydia just try being her friend. Don’t try to impress her, or show off, just be her friend. Go out on friend dates with her and Jackson, no matter how much it hurts because that’s going to show that you aren’t around just to get in her pants. It’ll show her you’re trustworthy.” Derek smiles at him.

“I never really have tried being her friend…” Stiles says quietly. He jumped off the bed quickly.

“So, quick question…”

“What?” You look up at him.

“When’s the next full moon?”

“Monday, why? Do you need us?”

Stiles nods, “Okay, thanks guys. I have to go be Lydia’s friend now.” He jogs out of the room and you look at Derek.

“Such a spaz.” He says under his breath and you smack his arm.

“Leave him alone.” You defend the younger boy.

“Fine. Sorry.” Derek throws his hands up on defense, a smile playing on his lips. “Let’s go out tonight.” He looks at you.

“I uh..where?” You stand up, pulling the hoodie you were wearing down.

“Let’s go to a club. You know, where we can drink and not have to worry about teenaged werewolves.” He laughs.

You snort, “That’d be great.”

“It’s a plan?” He asks you.

“It’s a plan.” You repeat, high fiving the much taller werewolf in front of you. You glance at the clock. “That means I should start getting ready. Can you call Isaac and talk to him? He probably won’t answer if I call. Just tell him what’s going on and that he gets his own room now.” You grab your makeup bag as Derek nods. You go to the bathroom, turning music on loudly. You go back to your room to pick a dress out before retreating back to the bathroom.

You finish getting ready and you head downstairs. You find Derek in a tight white button down shirt and dress pants. You feel your breath hitch when you see him. He smirks at you. “I talked to Isaac…are you ready?”

You nod, the both of you going out to his car. You arrive at the club, the line surprisingly short.

“You look drop dead gorgeous. I just thought I’d let you know.” He smirks down at you and you blush.

“You don’t look too bad either.”

You’re standing in line talking when you’re approached by a young girl. “Derek? You’re Derek Hale right?”

Derek turns and looks at her, nodding. “Can I help you?”

“You’re an alpha, right? You know what to do.”

“I’m not exactly sure what you’re asking me.”

“I-I’m pregnant. I think my water just broke. I need help.”

Your eyes go wide and Derek turns to look at you.

“I’m not Derek Hale but I can help you.” You say, stepping out of line. You take the young girls arm.

“I can’t go to the hospital. My mom doesn’t know I’m pregnant. I can’t go.”

Derek takes her other arm. “Let’s get her in the car.”

You help her into the backseat and sit with her. “Derek, take her back to the house.” You arrive at the house and you help her inside, setting her up in Isaac’s room. You take all the sheets off the bed and put a towel down over the mattress protector. You cover her up and sit beside her. Derek stands in the doorway, watching.

“How old are you, sweetie?” You press a cool rag to her head.

She groans, you can see her contracting. You take her hand and let her squeeze. She’s not talking through the contraction so you figure she must be close.

You stand at the edge of the bed. “Is it okay if I look?” She nods.

“I’m fourteen, by the way. I’m pretty sure the baby’s a werewolf too.”

You nod and look under her dress. “Derek, she’s crowning already.” Can you come in here and take her hand.

He nods and comes in, making conversation with the girl.

“Honey, what’s your name?”

“My name’s Brittany.”

“Okay, Brittany..I’m going to need you to push. Can you do that? I’m going to count down from ten and I need you to push while I count.”

She nods and squeezes Derek’s hand.

“1..2..3..push.” She begins pushing and you count down. This goes on for about twenty minutes. “Derek can you get me the blanket on the couch?” He nods and jogs downstairs.

“One more push, Brittany.” She pushes and you hold the baby as it comes out. “It’s a boy.” You smile.

Derek returns and you wrap the baby up. “I need scissors.” He grabs them from the bedside table and you cut the cord, careful not to cut too close.

You hand the boy to Brittany. She cries as she takes him. “Thank you so much. Thank you.”

“Can I get you anything?” You smile at her and she shakes her head.

“I’m okay. Thank you.”

“We’ll leave you be. We’re going to be downstairs if you need us.” She nods and you and Derek leave the rooms.

“So much for going out.” You look at him and he smirks.

“I still got to see you in this hot dress. I found it painstakingly sexy watching you deliver a baby in heels. You’re so badass.” He gives you a once over.

You push him playfully. “Shut up. I’m just doing what I have to.”

Isaac walks in the door and starts to go upstairs. “Ah..wait.” You holler.

“What?” He turns and looks at you.

“You don’t want to go in there. I’m not giving details just don’t go in there. You can sleep down here tonight.”

He groans and flops down on the couch. “Okay..”

You go to the kitchen and sit a bottle of wine on the counter, Derek smirking. “Yeah?” He asks.

“Oh yeah.” You nod and pour you both a glass. You hop up on the counter. “I just delivered a baby. I don’t how these things just casually happen to me.”

Derek laughs. “You get used to it. I was hoping we’d hang out more tonight but…”

“We’re hanging out now aren’t we?” You and give him a sly look.

You spend the rest of the night talking and laughing. You got to know each other better. You’d checked in on Brittany before going to bed but she was asleep.

You’re awoken at 6 a.m by screeching. You groan and get up. Is there a baby in the house? There’s a baby in the house. You walk across the hall to Isaac’s room to check on Brittany and the baby. When you open the door you only see the baby. You pick him up and cradle him. You yawn as he begins to calm down. You carry him to the bathroom to see if Brittany’s there. Nope. You go down to the kitchen to find a note. You read it and you panic. “Derek! Derek, come here!” You heard him get out of bed and come downstairs quickly. You must’ve woken Isaac too because he came shuffling into the kitchen.

Derek comes in looking like an adorable mess. He has no shirt on, just pajama pants and his hair’s sticking up everywhere. “What’s going on?”

You hand him the note. “Brittany left. She left the baby here. She said she doesn’t care what we do with him.” Derek’s eyes meet yours and you can smell the anxiety on him, the baby beginning to scream.

“I for one hate the kid already.”

“Isaac, shut up.” You and Derek say in unison. No one speaks for awhile. You and Derek just stare at each other, having a silent conversation.

Pop Princess

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: The truth is revealed on the set of the reader’s new music video.

Prompt: “Don’t talk to me like I’m a god damn child.“

Pairing: bodyguard!Jensen x popstar!Reader

Requested by: @iwriteaboutdean

A/N: If you wanna know the scene Jensen is freaking out over, it’s from Christina Aguilera’s Not Myself Tonight. The parts at the end (starts 2:28 mark).

Jensen grits his teeth biting back a low growl, he can feel a dangerous rumble in his chest that’s threatening to escape. His fury filled eyes witness you greedily accept every seductive touch from your co-star Justyn.

Your bodyguard is fully aware that the sexual bullshit playing out before him is just acting. That it’s your job at the moment to portray a lustful, passionate relationship for the camera. Although it doesn’t lessen the strong urge of wanting to break your co-stars face.

Justyn’s grubby hands are grabbing and pulling you, his lips kissing and grazing you, his whole motherfucking body keeps touching you. To make matters worse, you’re donning sexy red lingerie that barely leaves anything to the imagination.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Bucky x Reader about a librarian who helps the Winter Soldier learn about what he's missed since the War. He comes in so much that she starts to fall for him but doesn't want to compromise their librarian/patron relationship. So that leaves Bucky to use his old charm to win her heart. Sounds totally sappy I know.

buddy, i hope u know that im a hoe for sappy things :)

words: 1146

warnings: my garbage mouth, fluff is not my strong suit but neither is anything else whoop here we go, there’s also like three (3) whole dialogues in this rip

also, i didn’t completely “finish” this request so to say, i just kinda left it as an opening for possibility, im sorry

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FP Jones/Andrew’s Family/Riverdale imagines - Oh Dear Part 4

Originally posted by riverdales-daily

AN: I decided to post this earlier than I originally said and I’m also Sorry for the cliff hanger last part! This chapter is a little messy but I hope you like it and things are going to start picking up from now on!

Catch up: (Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Overall Summary: You’re Archie’s old sister and you have a thing for a certain serpent

Pairing: Reader x FP Jones, Sister!Reader x Archie Andrews, Daughter!Reader x Fred Andrews

Word count: 2,323

Warnings: Well, FP is clearly older than the reader in this fic, none really

**Incoming call: FP Jones**

You frowned at the unexpected call. It hadn’t been long since you left the bar, why would FP call you? 

You heard Jughead’s voice from down the hall, he had only just got home, and you moved towards your window on the other end of the room. 

“Hello?” You answered quietly, cautious that Jughead was just down the hall. 

“I need you to come to the trailer park.” FP said immediately. You knew you should have ask ‘why’ and ‘was everything okay?’ but you just said you were on your way and then hung up. 

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It’s The Fever Talkin’

SPN FanFic Drabble

688 Words

Dean x Reader, Sam, Fever

Warnings: It’s fluff.

A/N: I have a fever currently and just banged this out on my phone. I have no idea what the heck it is, but there ya go. I’ve kinda been talking to my husband like this all day so… why not. Also I’m not tagging cause I can’t rn. Werdz were hard enough. lol. I’m gonna go pass out now. Enjoy.

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

“I can’t breathe. It’s too hot in here. Turn the heat off.” You kicked at your blanket, letting it fall off the couch onto the floor as you thrashed about.

 “The heat is off, Y/N/N,” Dean said calmly as he picked up your blanket and bent down to you. He pressed his lips to your forehead, feeling the heat pulsing off of you. “Yeah, you’ve got a fever, baby.”

“You’ve got a fever baby,” you laughed and pushed him away, shoving his chest with a weak hand. “Oh…we should have a baby. Let’s make a baby, Dean.”

Dean laughed as he looked down at you, concerned but amused by your apparent fever hysteria. “Uh, maybe tomorrow.” Carefully he lifted your hand from his chest and gave it a quick kiss. “You need to rest.”

“I need you,” you cooed, suddenly consumed with the idea of making a baby with your boyfriend. Maybe he was right, maybe your brain was frying, but it seemed like a really good plan. You grabbed a fistful of his blue flannel and tugged until he was practically falling on top of you, his plump lips just inches from yours. You tried to give him a sexy wink but failed miserably as another coughing fit overtook you.

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Leave This Town Pt 5 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Surprise Avenger! :)

Summary: Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.

Song Inspiration: Sleep on the Floor by The Lumineers

Warnings: Fluff! Then some angst. Mentions of sex.

Word Count: 3k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

A/N: Oh man. I’ve been so excited for this part. I really hope you enjoy it! Please let me know your thoughts! Love you guys!! 

<<<Part Four   Part Five   Part Six>>> 

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Stepping away you grasped one of his hands in yours while the other slipped the key into the lock and turned. You stepped inside but before he could cross the threshold, he stopped, causing you to look back in question.

“Y/N. Are you sure?” he asked.

You stared at him a moment, his hair mussed and pupils blown wide in lust. Mostly likely, you looked just as wrecked from only a kiss. You needed more. With a nodded, you pulled him forward and shut the door behind him. “I’m positive.”


The moment the lock slid home, his arms were around you with soft, plush lips caressing yours. Bucky’s large, calloused hands brushed down the side of your neck, then teased just under the collar of your shirt down toward your chest. As your fingers worked to unbutton his shirt, his fingers did the same with his mouth never leaving yours. 

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Good Cop Bad Cop

AN: No prompt really, just an idea that came to me. Enjoy

    The call comes from Nat at eleven in the morning, you’re feeding the baby when your phone rings. Her voice is hoarse with emotion as she says, “Clint’s been compromised.”

    You glance at your two older children playing on the rug with trucks and action figures. You put a few more cheerios in front of the baby, and scoot to the other side of the kitchen. “What do you mean he’s been compromised?”

“A norse god put a magic stick to his chest and brainwashed him.”

“Nat …” It’s said as a warning.

“This isn’t a joke. I just wanted you to be aware.” You can hear the tiredness in her voice.

“Pick me up at the predetermined spot. I’ll drop the kids off at my sister’s.”

“Y/N …”

“Natasha. He’s my husband. Pick me up in three hours, do not be late.”

She doesn’t say another word as the line goes dead. It takes you an hour to get all three

kids ready, and loaded into the car. From there it’s an hour drive to your sister’s, where you spend thirty minutes coming up with a bullshit excuse.

    It’s another hour to the spot. You’re half an hour late but Nat is waiting. She’s surrounded by several men, and she offers you an apologetic look. “We were on our way back from Germany.”

    You can see it in her eyes, that something has happened, “What did he do.”

    “Stole some very expensive and possibly dangerous material.”

    You look behind her at the man held in chains there, “That’s him?”

    She doesn’t confirm it, but you know it’s true. You move around her, and when a bigger man gets in your way, you deliver three very precise blows that send him to his knees. When the other one starts to move towards you, you give him a look that stops him in his tracks.

    You stop in front of him and he smiles at you, “Mrs. Barton. How nice of you to join us.”

    “Where is he?”

    “Don’t know. What I do know is that you’re special to him. And that feeling is so strong that when I tried to learn more about you, he actually shut me out. I tried to order him to go after you and he said no. So I can’t help but wonder what’s so special about you?”

    “Other than a relationship built on love and trust over the course of nearly fifteen years? I’m an empath, and Clint saved me from the foster care system. They thought I was a witch, made me hate myself, Clint saved me. I love him with everything I have. And when you love someone that much, you do anything to protect it. So you know that feelings are a powerful thing? I can sense them in you. Under that bravado is a little boy who is so lost, so insecure that he would do anything to be sure of himself. Even betray the family that chose to love him, just because the one that gave him life threw him away.”

    His eyes go wide, “How did you?”

    “Foster care, remember? I encountered feelings like this all the time. Here you are, thinking you’re special, so above us, when really, you’re nothing more than shit on my boot. Aren’t you?”

    You watch his face twist as you manipulate his emotions, as you sink him down further than he’s sunk your husband. After a minute his breathing becomes labored, and his eyes flit to the man behind you. The man you know is his brother, “He won’t try and save you. He can’t. I could bring him to his knees just as easily as I’ve brought you to yours.”

    “Witch!” You step back as he retches.

    “Perhaps. But you see Clint is mine, and I’m his. And I don’t do well when my other half is taken from me. Clint in eighty nine percent of my impulse control, and you took him away.” You run a finger down Loki’s cheek, “That was more than a little stupid.”

    The information comes right before you make him pass out. When it’s all said and done you slump a bit, your breathing ragged. Nat slides a hand across your shoulders, “I haven’t seen you that scary since Budapest.”

    You lean against the wall, “I’m out of practice. That took a lot out of me.”

    She smiles, “You always were good at playing the bad cop to Clint’s good cop.”

    You give her a small smile, “Let’s go rescue my partner then, and shut this down before it gets any worse.”

    She gives you a fake salute, “Aye aye, Agent Barton, ma’am.”

    Your eyes flit to the three remaining men. Thor is staring at you with anger in his eyes, Captain Rogers looks more than a little wary, but Tony is staring at you with a smile. Finally he says, “That was badass, are you available for parties? Or Senate hearings?”
    You let out a laugh.  


Pairing: Wonho x Reader
Rating: Solid R rating
Warnings: sexting
Author’s Note: I hope you guys enjoy this! Don’t be afraid to let me know what you think!

Originally posted by garisanee

“So how long have you and Wonho been together again?”

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WORDS:  1.5K

TW: just fluff my dudes ALSO THIS RLLY SUCKS LOL i>

AUTHORS NOTE: im officially back to writing stuff for you all!!!!!! yay!!!!!!

           Y/N was the coolest person in the marching band. No, really, she was. Everyone knew her. And if you didn’t know her, you wanted to. Y/N played the trumpet. She was second in line, and hit all of the notes perfectly. After moving into town, a few of her peers had spread rumors about her. Most of them said that she practiced, her trumpet, every night for three hours. Others had said that she moved from a musically inclined high school. But, alas, none of the stories were true. There were so many stories made up about Y/N that it was difficult to know which ones were true. In fact, after being in band with her for the past few weeks; Evan only scraped out three facts about Y/N.

1.)   She was just naturally good at the trumpet.

2.)   She was incredibly nice.

3.)   Jared Kleinman was in love with her.

Yes, the third and final fact was true. Evan’s best friend, The Insanely Cool Jared Kleinman, had a whopping crush on Y/N. It was blatantly obvious. Connor teased Jared about developing “heart eyes” whenever Y/N walked into the room. Jared not only blushed at this, but became extremely defensive. Jared’s friends picked up on his behaviors the moment they began.

Evan sunk his teeth into his PB&J sandwich while watching Jared swoon over Y/N across the cafeteria. Jared had barely touched his celery. A few things had changed about Jared since the sprout of his affection for Y/N. Firstly, his glasses never had a single smudge. Last year, Evan would grimace every time Jared looked at him. There was enough dust collected on his spectacles for Evan to mold entire dust-bunny. Now, the hinges were polished, shiny even! Secondly, Jared washed his hair. His prior aroma had vanished. What used to be a wafting of Dorito dust was now replaced with the sweet smell of Old Spice cologne.

“So, when are you going to ask her out?” Zoe asked, smiling, stabbing her salad with a plastic fork.

“Never,” Jared snorted, looking back at Zoe.

“You’re never going to get anywhere with her, if all you do is stare.” Zoe retorted.

Jared wanted to argue, but he knew that Zoe had a point. He reverted his eyes away from Y/N, staring at Zoe’s hand. He began to feel bad for the lettuce.

Band practice was the worst of it all. Jared sat one row behind Y/N. All that he did during the hour was stare at the back of her head. Gazing at the silk-like strands that coiled from the top of her head. Evan sat to the left of Jared, and Connor sat in the very back. Often times, Connor would have to crash his cymbals to get Jared to pay attention.

Jared kept a page at the back of his notebook, dating every time Y/N noticed his existence.

September 21st

“did you drop this?”


September 24th

“that’s an Ab. You’re supposed to play a C#”


October 1st

“nice shoes!”


October 3rd

“what’s the date today?”

“October third”

The biggest day marked in Jared’s log was October 6th. That was the day that Y/N invited Jared and all of his friends, over to her house to get ready for the big homecoming game. The homecoming game was the biggest event for the whole year. It’s the biggest crowd that the marching band plays to, all year! The evening is full of school spirit. Everyone dresses in their school’s colours and cheers on their teams. For the marching band, they get dressed in their gear and finally perform after hours of practicing. It’s kind of a big deal.

On October 6th, Y/N walked up to Jared after band practice.


Almost immediately knocking his binder over, Jared greeted back, “Oh! Hi!”

“So I was thinking that maybe you, Zoe, Connor, and Evan could all come to my house tonight to get ready?” she flashed her classic smile, making Jared weak in the knees.

“Yes! I mean, uh, yeah, that’s totally fine or whatever-“

“So, I’ll see you then!” Y/N grabbed her bag, prancing off to find her friends by for lunch.

“WHAT THE HELL DO I DO?” Jared slammed Evan into his locker, holding him by the collar of his polo.

“What- I-“ Evan began to spur, his shoulders hunching and face turning white in fear.


Jared felt a large slap delivered to the back of his head. His hands left the grip on Evan’s cotton blend collar, and jumped to the sore on his cranium.

“Get your hands of Hansen. Beating the shit out of him is my job,” a very angry Connor Murphy hissed.

“Jesus, okay,” Jared laid off, taking a step back.

Connor grabbed Evan by the shoulders, making him stand up straight, giving him a pat on the back.

“Okay, what’s up, Kleinman?” Connor scoffed.

“Y/N invited us over to her house tonight. What the hell do I do? Do I dress up? Do I bring snacks? Like what the fuck-“

“Jared, breathe. What’s the worst that could happen?” Connor offered a small hint of a smile.

“Therapy changed you.”

“Listen here, you fucker-“

“GUYS PLEASE,” Evan softly shouted over the two boys.


7:00 rolled around and Jared found himself oddly calm. He had convinced himself that there was nothing to be worried about. He tried to calm himself down by reminding himself that all of his friends would be there with him. I mean, his crush wasn’t that big!

He was wrong. So terribly wrong. His crush on Y/N was huge. And it came swelling back into his throat the moment she opened up the door to her house. She was dressed in shorts and school tshirt. A stripe of the school colour went down her right cheek in acrylic paint. Her hair was curled and pulled to one side. She was gorgeous. And Jared almost shat himself because of it.

“Hey, Jared! Come on in! My mom is making her famous tacos,” she smiled at him warmly.

Jared followed her inside. All of his friends were crowded around the kitchen table, eating tacos. Even Connor was smiling. They all had dinner, painted their faces with paint and got their marching band uniforms on. Piling into Y/N’s car, they set off for the football game.

The entire marching band sat to the side of the stadium, watching the game. But Jared couldn’t concentrate on the quarter back. All he could look at was Y/N. He admired every feature, freckle, and curve on her face. She felt his stare and turned to look at him.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” she began to paw at the skin on her cheek, in attempt to remove an imaginary stain.

Jared giggled, “No.”

“Then what is it?” her smile burned into his mind. His eyes trained on her lips, before squeezing shut.

“Listen, Y/N, there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you-“

But Jared’s proclamation was cut short by the announcement, that was the introduction for the marching band. He huffed, as she looked at him with sorry eyes. The group of teenagers gathered in a line, playing in harmony.

The clouds above the night sky began to form. They looked heavy and dark. As the marching band’s song came to an end, a single rain drop fell onto Jared’s cheek.

“The thing, I was going to tell you,” Jared whispered to Y/N as the stadium applauded for the band.

“I know.”

“You- what?”

Y/N turned to look at Jared. It was raining harder now. The paint on their faces began to melt away.

“I know,” she finally whispered, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

The rain was pouring. The game got cancelled. But Jared didn’t care. The mashing of lips and acrylic paint were the only things on his mind. He dropped his clarinet to the ground, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Kinktober #7: Crossdressing | Worship

This takes place in my Wasteland series, a little while after the first kiss scene in arc 2. In this verse, Hinata has a mysterious past, and is extremely touch-starved. This has been slowly changing since Kageyama rescued him ^^

I’ve been dying to write this idea since @slashbringingtrasher put it in my head – thanks, Libby :P

Kageyama always made it a point to be honest with himself, because he’d learned long ago that damn near no one else in the Wasteland would be.

But this meant he was faced with a little problem, now.

He chanced a sidelong glance at Shouyou again, before quickly looking away, but he needn’t even have been sneaky about it. Shouyou was far too distracted, starry-eyed, as he picked at his newest set of clothes in curiosity and amazement. His preoccupation gave Kageyama the chance to soul search.

Had he really put Shouyou in a dress in order to ensure his newest mission went smoothly, or were his motives somewhat less business-oriented than that?

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BTS Reactions - You see your ex

Warning - May be upsetting to some readers

It’s about 5pm, and you and your boyfriend are walking through the park on your way to the duck pond where you first met. Your arm is linked through his, and you’re both laughing and joking about how you got to know each other when you hear a low gravelly voice behind you,

“Why are you with him baby, you belong to me,” It’s your ex. Your chest constricts and your blood runs cold as you remember all the awful things he did to you. Your grip tightens on your boyfriend’s arm as you begin to shake.

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smoothie klance au?? i guess

you would not guess how many half-written AUs i have in my drafts that become WAY TOO LONG for me to ever consider publishing in a text post. yes this is a short one.

  • keith makes smoothies for a living. it isnt a big deal until it is.
  • one night, this dude comes in. who cares about build-up, we all know its lance, and he looks frazzled. he sits at the counter and orders the fruitiest smoothie on the menu. keith makes it and doesnt think much of it, except to note that something about this kid is just… weird?
  • 1: hes coming in alone, which people their age usually dont. 2: hes dressed pretty nicely. 3: hes just sitting there??? drinking a smoothie??? not even scrolling on his phone or anything, just looking around and slurping. okay weirdo. 4: he seems off. keith does not use the word “aura” on a regular basis but lance has an aura. (which does not make sense to keith, who barely understands his own emotions, let alone someone else’s.)
  • lance thanks keith, and leaves like thirty minutes later. hes certainly not the weirdest customer keith has ever served, but for some reason that random, singular dude sticks out in his mind.
  • but the shifts come and go, and gradually keith forgets about lance.
  • until he comes back in again.

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