he's gonna beat you silly and enjoy every minute of it

Homestuck Pool Party Headcanons

John: Canonballs in IMMEDIATELY, he is yelling and he is fucking excited move out of the way this boy is coming through!! Also, because he has a breath aspect I am 413% certain that he can stay underwater for indefinite amounts of time and you can bet your ass he’s going around grabbing people’s feet to freak them out. He and Terezi have a contest to see who can make the most people jump, I will not say who wins I will only say that it is unfortunate for everyone involved. He and Dave are an unstoppable chicken team, they have never lost and will do Whatever It Takes to make sure that remains true.

Dave: Is just chillin, he cares more about keeping his shades dry than swimming around. He will go hard as hell in Marco Polo tho, if you thought he was too cool to jump at the nearest person faster than the speed of light you were wrong buddy he will do what it takes to WIN. Also, when he is the Marco he will (unfairly) target Karkat. This is frustrating. “I’m not even being that loud” Karkat protests for the umpteenth time Dave tags him. “Bullshit” everyone else says, but there’s still a rule that Dave can’t tag Karkat more than five times in a row because really Dave we know you love hearing him yell but Enough Please.

Karkat: Is Bad At Marco Polo. He is so loud. My son. Please. Is very hesitant to get into the water at first bc he’s sensitive to the cold and would rather angrily sweat than deal with the initial shock of getting in. Dave will patiently chill nearby until Karkat is ready, or Dave decides that Karkat is ready in which he will absolutely drag him in. Karkat does not know how to swim so he won’t go past the shallow end, and considering how short he is, uh, that’s not very much of the pool. Dave has to carry him sometimes which he complains about A Lot but secretly kind of likes it whoops. Karkat and Sollux are the shittiest chicken team, Karkat is too afraid of falling in to have any sort of effective strategy and Sollux is like “Karkat just push him” and sort of plows into the other team which just leads to Karkat screeching and nothing gets done.

Roxy: LOVES SWIMMING WITH HER FRIENDS!!! Real people?? That she’s hanging out with?? And you KNOW she’s excited to wear that cute as fuck bikini she alchemized months ago ‘just in case’ ;) ;) ;). After years of knowing Jane and her silly prankster shenanigans, John will absolutely not get the drop on her no sir, he tries to grab her foot she will raise that leg and pull the boy out of the water and give him the Mom Look™. This is war. John will not win. She loves being with Jane and Roxy and her boys!! She is just full of so much love it’s incredible. She deserves this so much.

Calliope: Doesn’t know much about swimming or why humans (and trolls ish) find it so enjoyable, but Roxy is excited so she is too! Interestingly enough, cherubs Do Not Float. Roxy is waving a nervous Callie into the pool and she’s coming down the ladder and once it gets to her chin everyone expects her to do something but no, she makes it to the bottom of the pool and just walks like normal over to where Roxy is. The water level comes up to just below her nose and she has to tilt her head back to speak. “Like this?” She asks excitedly, ‘uh,,, yeah,,,like that’ everyone responds nervously, giving big smiles and thumbs up because they don’t want to disappoint her.

Jade: A master swimmer, she and Jake grew up on an island in the middle of the goddamn pacific my girl knows how to GO. No one realized how fucking ripped Jade was. Jade is ripped as heck. She’s got back and shoulder muscles like an absolute goddess and everyone is like holy shit? Jade? Have you been benching pumpkins all these years? She likes chilling with Jane and Roxy and Calliope because she has been longing for some gals to hang with forever. Not that she doesn’t love Rose, she does, it’s just, they have such differing personalities and anyways it’s kind of hard being around her and Kanaya bc they’re so cute it makes your teeth hurt.

Rose: She and Kanaya have matching floppy sun hats, they love laying out in the sun because Kanaya is a little nervous around water thanks to a certain sea-dweller *cough* eridan *cough*. Rose doesn’t mind, her swimsuits are more for show than swim anyways. She’s got some really cool and intricate goth-y ones and some nice lighthearted pastel ones, an orange and yellow fancy one-piece and a frilly lavender one. Rose has a new appreciation for sunlight but still religiously applies sunscreen because a home girl may be immortal, but fuck if she is gonna deal with any nasty sunburns after defeating the fucking embodiment of evil.

Kanaya: As previously stated, very nervous around water, but so so happy to be in the sun?? It’s not as bright as the one on Alternia which is fine because that means her troll friends can enjoy it too, but she’s literally just so happy to be around people that enjoy the sun the way she does because she’s felt wrong and different about it for years and she finally found someone that understands her ahhshshsjs. She designs all of Rose’s swimsuits and loves seeing her wear them. When it gets dark out, she likes to turn on the glow a little and all these cute little furry wingbeasts will flock to her?? “Those are moths” Rose tells her. “These are my children now” Kanaya pats Rose’s arm, they’re her children too because that’s how human marriage works she’s pretty sure

Dirk: Is so awkward oh my godddd, a little uncomfortable in his body actually? This boy might have muscle but he is all arms and legs and doesn’t know what to do with them because he’s never fuckifnfnfn been around people before. Doesn’t say “Marco” during Marco Polo, he just listens. Breath too loud? You’re tagged. Splash a little? Tagged. Move? Tagged. He’s never Marco for more than two minutes because he’s so in tune with his reflexes that no one even stands a chance. With Jake on his shoulders, they make a decent chicken team, but they’re too worried about each other to be effective. “You okay up there?” He wants to make sure. Someone is tipping Jake over oh no get him off my shoulders is he okay, oh he’s fine, yes I know how the game works Roxy, no Rose why don’t you get in the pool and do a better job before you come for me like that. Rose and Kanaya, in an extremely rare occurrence, do get in for a round of chicken. They beat Dirk and Jake almost immediately. They return to the deck. This never happened and we don’t speak of it.

Jake: Is bad at Marco Polo, he’s an amazing swimmer but he’s not…quiet. After growing up on that island, fighting and swimming, Jake is also Ripped as Heck. Dirk blushes his fucking ass off the first time he sees Jake shirtless. Jake acts all clueless like oh? What’s wrong Dirk? Is something the matter? But he knows exactly what he’s doing and if he’s subtly flexing in front of him, well. That can’t be helped. He may suck during chicken with Dirk, but with Jade on his shoulders? Hoo boy, they give Dave and John a run for their money. He is also John’s favorite to grab the feet of because his reactions are always so over the top with his phrasing. “Horsefeathers!” He grabs at his foot in panic because his first thought is it was one of the monsters from his island, then he sees it was just John who is laughing his ass off because, horse feathers? Really? “I say,” Jake huffs indignantly even though he’s smiling now. “Warn a fellow!”

Jane: Looks rockin’ in her swimsuits because she’s wearing the whole high waisted pinup style ones and?? She’s super gorgeous? Roxy makes sure to tell her that every five seconds just in case she forgets. She and Roxy make a decent chicken team, usually they’re laughing so hard by the end of it that whoever was on top can’t do anything and they fall off because they don’t care about winning they’re just having such a good time. She and Roxy take turns carrying Callie around when the water gets too deep, not that Callie needs to be above the water per se as she seems to have no trouble breathing, but it just makes everyone a little more comfortable and anyways Callie loves it.

Terezi: Killer at Marco Polo for obvious reasons, sometimes she gets tagged on purpose just to show off how quickly she can find people. The only person she’s never been able to get is John, he uses his windy powers to obscure his scent so she can’t “see” him. He is her Marco Polo white whale. One day, John, one day. She and Vriska are terrifying during chicken, Vriska will plow full speed towards the opposing team and Terezi is ready to Throw Hands. The most intense games are between them and John and Dave, both John and Terezi are on top and they fuckin battle it out so hard that Dave and even Vriska start to get nervous on the bottom.

Sollux: Says the water feels slimy. “No shit,” Karkat tells him. “It’s water you fucking shitstain.” Sollux cheats during chicken by using his psiionics to keep Karkat on his shoulders which only makes Karkat mad because he’s terrified of falling in and holy shit Sollux I don’t care what you think your powers are doing I’m gonna fall in fuck fuck fuck. “No I got you” Sollux assures him. He does not. Karkat is not got. Oh well. Sollux mostly likes chilling on inner tubes, plural. He has a blue one and a red one because he’s too tall to fit in just one. “Get a bigger inner tube” Karkat complains. “Perhaps get one of those long, recliner like ones?” Kanaya suggests. No. Sollux will use two inner tubes. He will make the sacrifice of comfort for his aesthetic.

GOT7 Reaction // Birthday sex.

my friend requested this and I thought I needed more smutty reactions on my account so.., enjoy !


Once the clock striked twelve, you were all over Mark and covered him with so many kisses and birthday wishes. It started getting very intimate once you told him you had so many plans for him this birthday. He was very proud of your confidence tonight and was going to enjoy every minute with you. He didn’t even try to be dominate because he knew how focused you were on making sure him have the best birthday ever.

(gif not mine)


You were teasing him all night, especially at the dinner table. He obviously knew what you trying to do tonight but he was gonna beat you to it. When you walked into your house, before you could do anything, he pinned you against the wall and kissed your neck. “Did you really think you could get away with this”

Your plans for dominance tonight went down the drain. T.T

Originally posted by magiccastles


It was Jackson’s birthday, but since he is an idol, you barely got to see him during his special day due to meetings and other stuff. You wanted him to be able to let go tonight and that’s exactly what you were planning. Once he got home and saw you laying in his bed half naked, he was all fired up. You gave him a spook so he wasn’t gonna go easy on you tonight.

Originally posted by sexy-asf


After Jinyoung was done with all of his meetings for the day, you had him all to yourself. You took him to lunch and even got him a birthday cake. and don’t worry your kindness did not go unnoticed. When you got home, Jinyoung noticed how you changed into a completely different person and you were all over him. Boi he enjoyed it so much.

“Happy birthday to me~”

Originally posted by ceohan


You definitely had to initiate this since youngjae was a shy boy. As you placed a few kisses on his cheeks, he now realized what you were planning to do, and wasn’t stopping you. Youngjae was always sub! but since it was his birthday he had no other choice but to be sub! He would love every second of it, other than the times he would try to be dom! but he was too slow and you immediately took your dominance back.


It was double b’s birthday and you were trying to make plans for him towards the end of the day. It wasn’t til about 5 pm before the two of you were able to hang out together. You decided to surprise him tonight once you got back to your house, and once you did, you pinned him against the wall taking in every part of his body. It wasn’t long until he stole your dominance though.

“You thought you could keep this up? You’re so silly~”

Originally posted by snglefullmoon


He was taken a bit off guard when you guys were at home and you suddenly took a seat on his lap. “Babe what are you doing?”

“It’s your birthday right? Another one of my gifts~”

It just now hit him that he was getting laid tonight. And he could NOT keep his hands off you. You promised yourself you would not let him take your dominance since it was his special day.

Originally posted by chattyang

I dont know how to feel about this haha



Author: @dylan-trash-tbh and @golddaggers

Pairing: Dylan O’brien x Reader

Words: 1829

A/N: So, I wrote this a week ago and I absolutely hated it. I was about to delete it, honestly .. But my lovely Piggie @golddaggers saved my ass and turned shit into gold. THANK YOU (also for always keeping me company while I’m working the night shift) ! I love you so much 🐷💖🇩🇪🇧🇷 


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Seven Minutes (Bakugou)

Silly little thing I wrote for my friend @ayyzor ‘s birthday!!! Ily and I hope you enjoy this <3 

P.S. I head canon that Bakugou is a complete lovesick dork when he has a crush. Don’t even fight me on this one. 

~ B 

Bakugou was not one for parties, and the fact that he was currently cooped up in the corner in the midst of one baffled everyone, even himself. He hated himself for coming, but he knew deep down he would’ve hated himself more if he didn’t. In the middle of the room stood __, holding a wild conversation with Kirishima about something that was most likely not. He showed up to this party for her, just to see her smile. Her smile was what was keeping him going tonight, and the realization of that disgusted him. He was absolutely smitten, and utterly in denial. 

Bakugou wondered how long this conversation was going to hold up for. It wasn’t as if he had been talking to her in the first place. He just hated the way Kirishima was. He could feel Midoriya looking at him from the opposite side of the room, probably pondering as to why he even showed up if he was just going to sit in the corner, scowl, and play with the small flames on his fingertips. He figured if he wanted her attention, he could just plop himself in the middle of the conversation any time he wanted to. Although, Kirishima could read him like an open book, and no matter how in denial Bakugou was of his evident liking to __, Kirishima knew otherwise. He would be outed, so it was safer in the corner. Although, despite his attempts at staying passive, Kirishima shot him glances every so often, smirked, then turned right back to __. It made Bakugou itch.

After a while their boisterous conversation conjured into bubbly whispering; Kirishima leaning in and saying things that made the lingering smile on her face linger longer. He knew that Kirishima wouldn’t flirt with her, he wasn’t being very coquettish in the first place, and hitting on a girl his friend fancied would go against his so called “bro-code.” All arrows lead to them gossiping about him, and that was the little motivation he needed to explode. He pushed himself up off the wall and brushed off his jeans, grabbing the attention of Ashido and Kaminari. Kirishima saw him coming, there’s no way he could not have, he had been staring at him almost the entire time he was at the party. Bakugou caught Kirishima’s eye, and the latter all but smirked.
“Bakugou! Issa ‘bout time!” The latter shuffled towards him, gleefully and almost fictitiously slapping him on the back.

“Whatever.” Bakugou muttered in reply. He pondered asking what all the staring was about, but he figured Kirishima was ready with an answer. A few feet away __ stood awkwardly fiddling with her red solo cup, eying its contents as if it were the most interesting thing occurring at a party. Although the whole celebration was devised for her sake, she still looked as if she was a fish out of water. Bakugou thought about ditching Kirishima over here, who would not stop slapping his back and asking about how fun his corner had been. He could go ask __ what was in her cup, wish her a happy birthday without being aggressive, he could compliment her, even. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, though. Although, she must’ve been thinking the same thing, because suddenly she crushed the cup in her hand and looked up towards him. She winked, then waved him over. He felt his heart skip a beat and he scowled, but willingly stumbled over anyways. Kirishima had started to follow him, much to his demise, and Ashido was making her way up behind __. He knew all the odds of this situation were going to be against his favor.

When Ashido slinked her arms around __’s shoulders, she made an evident noise of displeasure. She looked up at him quick, her brows furrowed in disappointment, and was suddenly tugged away by Ashido. Bakugou huffed, oblivious to the way Ashido and Kirishima were mouthing things to each other across the room.

Minutes later, the bass from the speakers that made plastic cups rumble came to a sudden halt, knocking a few off of tables and making people whine in protest. Kaminari hopped up onto the stage, taking two steps at a time, and snatched the mic from the DJ’s hands, almost dropping it to the floor in the process. Baugou knew whatever the purpose of this was, it was not smart, especially if Kaminari was involved.

“Who wants to play a game!” He shouted suddenly, the feedback through the speakers almost making it impossible to hear what he said in the first place. A few people groaned, like Iida and Tokoyami, who immediately turned away from the DJ table without hearing the end of it. Bakugou would have, too, if he knew __ wasn’t involved. He knew she was, though. She had to be, since all his friends had been chatting her up all night.

“We’re gonna be playing seven minutes in heaven in the den in, like, ten minutes! Come if you’re not a pussy!” With that, Kaminari hopped off the stage, dropped the mic and himself on the floor which caused a loud, static noise of pressure and Kaminari’s faint “I’m okay!”

Bakugou was not going to play a game meant for twelve year olds. He would die before he gave into a cliche party game like this. Although, Kirishima had found him in the crowd somehow,  devious smile on his face. He knew he was in for a long night, now.

“You gonna play?” Kirishima asked, only for Bakugou to scowl in reply.

“The fuck am I, twelve?”

“Just because you play doesn’t mean you have to kiss anyone! You could be shoved in there with Sero or something and just dick around for seven minutes.” Kirishima shrugged. “I dunno. I’m playing. I think you should. It’s not like anyone wants to kiss you anyways.”

“Excuse me?” Bakugou huffed, which made Kirishima smirk again. “I know what you’re trying to do, Shark Week. It’s not working.”

Fi-ine. Whatever. Still think you should play, though. __ is.”

“Who cares if __’s playing?”

“What if she picks you?”

Bakugou knew for a fact that his face was flushed up, he didn’t need to see himself to prove it. He merely frowned and shook his head. If this conversation lasted any longer, Bakugou swore he would kill himself.

“If you really want me to play that bad, fine, I will. It’s only ‘cause I don’t care enough to fight you right now. I’m saving my energy for better things.”

“Yeah. Like kissing __.”


Bakugou only started regretting joining the game when Sero, Kirishima and Kaminari were all forcing his back inside the closet. He thought maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t be cursed more than he already was when he sat down into that cussed circle. If he wasn’t paired up with __, he might just be paired up with one of his friends, maybe even someone he tolerated; Tokoyami, Koda and Shouji were forced to play, somehow, and being thrown in there with one of them meant seven minutes of silence and small talk, something he could bare. What he was not prepared for was being thrown in with Midoriya, who was sitting in the closet and laughing. Eventually, Kirishima had booted him inside, slamming the door and locking it without a word.

“I know you hate this, but please don’t kill me.” Midoriya chuckled, placing his hands out infront of him.

“Not planning on it. Leave me alone.”

Nobody spoke another word for about five minutes, Bakugou keeping the dimly lit room brighter with the spark on his palm.

“Hey, Katsuki.”


“You like __, don’t you?”

“Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone?” He barked, and the spark in his hand grew to be a flame, which he put out in an instant after he realized what he had done.

“I know but…” Midoriya paused for a moment, contemplating what to say next. “I think you should tell her how you feel.”

“Since when were you a shrink, Deku?” He hissed, but not as violently as he would on most days. Midoriya shrugged.

“Just a suggestion.”

As if the Gods had been watching over him, Kirishima opened the door, bracing himself as if he had expected the closet to be in ruins. Bakugou merely peered up at him from his ball on the floor, as did Midoriya, until Bakugou stood up and stretched his back.

“That was fucking terrible…” He muttered under his breath, shuffling over to his spot in the circle and taking an overly melodramatic plop back down on the dirty carpeted floor. The basket with everyone’s items was continuously passed around the circle, Mineta being placed with Momo, who inevitably quit before Mineta could even get word in. Tokoyami got thrown in somehow, complaining how he ‘couldn’t even kiss in the first place, so the whole ordeal was pointless.’ It had taken an hour before the circle had come around to him again, and he was almost petrified to stick his hand in. He did, nonetheless, his stomach in knots because he knew this was the last time he would go, and another awkward situation with Midoriya was not something he needed right now. He fumbled around for a moment, Kirishima nudging him in the knee and begging him to “please, pick one already, dude.” His hand came across something solid, cold, and without thinking further, he tugged it out of the bag. It was a geode. Bakugou was a bit shocked, especially since everyone else’s items seemed to be hair clips or cell phone charms.

“Who the hell carries fancy ass rocks in their pockets to parties?” He inquired, eyebrows furrowed as he ran his thumb across the jagged purple edges. He figured it was pretty, though. If the person he got paired with was nice enough, he figured he might ask to keep it.

“Aye, that would be me!”

Bakugou looked up from the geode to see __ rising to her feet, stumbling a bit awkwardly and trying to hide her embarrassment. “They’re called geodes, by the way, not fancy ass rocks.”

“Oh.” That was all Bakugou was able to say before pocketing the thing and rising to his feet as well. All his friends were staring at him maliciously and in that moment, Bakugou knew this had all been one horrific set up.

You suck.” He had managed to mouth to Kirishima before scooting into the closet, ignoring the way Ashido and Sero were making kissy faces behind him. __ was next to come in, pressing her back up against the wall and nodding towards Kirishima. He smirked at the both of them, made a kissy face himself, then slammed the door.

The two stood there in silence, Bakugou afraid to even set off a light again. __ shuffled every so often, and when her legs brushed up against his, she’d peep a quiet, “sorry!” before pressing herself against the wall again.

“I like your rock.” Bakugou said, suddenly through the silence. Internally, he cursed himself for how stupid he must’ve sounded. He was locked in a closet with who had to be the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life, and all he could do was compliment her stupid rock?

“Thanks! I have a ton. You can keep it, if you want.”

“Oh, thanks. And uh, happy birthday.” He muttered, patting his pocket to make sure it was still in there.

“No prob, and thank you!”

A silence fell across them again, and Bakugou could feel the minutes ticking by. There was nothing more he wanted to do than kiss her, but he feared that was something he could not do.

“Hey, __”


“Can I kiss you?”

__ fell silent. Bakugou sighed, knowing he had screwed up. He was in too deep to realize his feelings could never be mutual. He was embarrassed and enraged all at once, and he was praying Kirishima would just open the damn door already.

“Sorry. That was fucking stupid of me. You don’t have to do anything.”

“I never said I didn’t wanna kiss you, Katsuki” She muttered, grabbing his hand out of his pocket. “I’m down if you’re down.”

Bakugou didn’t miss the way she stumbled over her words, or the way her hand shook around his. All he could do was smile. He let his hand fall from hers and let a spark arise, the shadow flickering across her face and revealing a startled blush.

“Cute…” He muttered, before taking her cheek in his other hand and tentatively pressing his lips against hers. She was frozen, so he backed off for a moment, watching to see of she was okay, before dipping back in. She kissed back this time, awkward at first to see where her hands would go, before warming up to it all. It wasn’t a long kiss, definitely not a perfect one, but Bakugou couldn’t deny the butterflies in his stomach.

“I’m surprised you’re not a rougher kisser.” She had muttered, suddenly, her hands still around Bakugou waist as he pressed soft kisses to her neck.

S’ cause I fucking like you.” He muttered, shamelessly, too caught up in the moment to think about his words.

“I…” She paused for a moment, waiting for Bakugou to stop kissing that certain place on her neck until she tugged him back by his collar. He looked at her, confused. He figured maybe she didn’t reciprocate his feelings, but that thought had been thrown out the window the moment she kissed him back.

“I like you too. Like, a lot.” She nodded, only for Bakugou to furrow his eyebrows.

“Why’d you pull me away, then?”

“Cause I wanted to say that to your face.”

“That’s sappy as hell, __.”

“We’re playing seven minutes in heaven, dude. It doesn’t get sappier than that.”

There was a sudden knock on the door before it swung open, Kirishima peeking inside to see the two of them pressed up against their separate walls once more, although both red in the face.

“I see you two had fun.”

“Shut it.” Bakugou had shot __ one last look before pushing passed the door, and breaking away from the circle. __ had done the same, following right behind him. It made him a bit happy that she had chosen to do so.

“Hey, Katsuki?”


“I dunno if it was made clear already or anything, but uh, do you wanna go out with me?”

“Do I wanna go out with you?” Bakugou shook his head, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her down a vacant hall. He smiled, and without even thinking, kissed her cheek. “More than anything.”

“Good. ‘Cause soft Katsuki is the best Katsuki, in my opinion. I can get used to this.”

“Oh, shut it.”

“Make me.”

With that, Bakugou looked around him, making sure everyone was still occupied in their stupid little party game, and kissed her again. He figured that maybe, just maybe, parties weren’t so bad, after all.

Can I Have This Dance? | Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1626

Summary: They say Jeon Jungkook can do anything, anything but slow-dance with a girl. 

A/N: Back with another fic inspired by this song & scene. This is gonna be a mini-series of BTS x High School Musical AU

Originally posted by nochujungkookie

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Firework Revelations


bucky leaves tony’s new year’s bash to avoid the triggering sound of fireworks. y/n makes a bet with steve, but steve already made a bet with someone else.

word count: 1.8k+

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: ptsd, drinking, angst

a/n: hello it’s january 1st and sebastian stan already has be fucked up enough for the whole year send help

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anonymous asked:

jungkook smut in highschool hes your senior & is in ur classes bc he failed them & he always jokes around about getting u to date him but u both know hes kidding but one day ur wearing a tight dress and hes so turned on and wont stop dirty talking


can I request a jungkook thigh riding smut … I swear those thighs will kill me one day

I’m combining these two request so i hope you enjoy!! and thank you for requesting!


Xx Smut xX

~~ Admin Abbie

Ride me Baby

You walked into your classroom and sat down your books at your desk and then grabbed the homework from the front of the room. This was just like every other normal day at school. 

You would come in, grab the homework, sit down and start looking over it while you waited for the one and only Jeon Jungkook to come and start up so crazy conversation like always.

He was actually supposed to graduate last year but he failed horribly in math so he had to stay back a grade. Although that’s a bad thing you were actually quite happy he was in your class now.

You had always admired him from afar before because he is literally beautiful and handsome and just perfect in every way. All the girls loved him and he knew it because he always showed off when he got the chance.

“Hey look! its my future girlfriend!”

Speak of the devil…

“Morning Jungkook”


Jungkook came in and sat his stuff down just like you did and also grabbed the homework. His desk was right next to yours so you and him had gotten decently close this past year. 

He always makes jokes about you dating him and how you should be together and you both laugh it off because you BOTH know its not gonna happen..Even if you wanted it to.

You had to admit you had developed a crush on this absolutely crazy fetus and it drove you crazy. Every day your feelings grew and you knew eventually you weren’t going to be able to hide it..and that thought terrified you because you knew that would be the end of yours and his relationship and that is the last thing you wanted.

“How was you morning Y/N?”

“Fine, although i woke up a little late so i didn’t get any breakfast so im starving”

“Thats not good! I cant have my future girlfriend starving on me!!!”

“Oh jeez Jungkook stop with the silly jokes already haha”

You both laughed and continued talking about random things until the teacher came in. Today was a half day of school because we had our homecoming dance tonight.

*To anyone who doesn’t know what that is, It is a high school dance that happens at the beginning of the year to welcome everyone back to the new year*

Everyone always got so pumped and excited for homecoming, Girls would spend tons of money on their hair and makeup and especially their dress. You on the other hand didn’t try very hard.

I mean sure it was really fun but it would be more fun if you had a date or friends to go with. To say simply you weren't the most social person you tend to keep to yourself.

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11 AM

Bucky x OC 

Notes: fluffy, silly, sweet, some swearing, mentions of anxiety. 

A/N: this was somehow inspired by the song Bright Eyes by Simon and Garfunkel. Dunno how. AND! First OC! Felt the need to switch it up a bit. Enjoy! 

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

His heart skips a beat, then another, as it always does when he sees her. It’s not a coincidence, not at all. He makes sure he’s there every Saturday, 11 AM, at the same spot at the same park. It’s easy enough, he just took it up in his routine to run around the park about twenty times, leaving his apartment around 10, walk across town -all of town- and get up a good sweat. She seems as meticulous about her routine as he is; she always jogs right past him at 11 AM on the dot, rain or shine. At that time Bucky’s always at one of the park benches, pretending to take a break to stretch. But the moment she passes him by, he waits a few more seconds and takes off again, following her path. He’s done this for about three weeks now, ever since he decided he wanted some different scenery from the route he used to run. The first time he saw her he felt like his heart was going to give out, his lungs didn’t seem to have the capacity to hold oxygen for him. He followed her without really noticing, and before he knew it she’d stopped and made ready to leave. He had just enough of his resolve left to not follow her straight home and snapped out of it at the entrance of the park.

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This weeks entry into the prompt game at @tonystarkstoga. It’s early and a bit of a rushed job because I’m multitasking but I hope you enjoy another Tony & his kidnappers drabble!

“Fuck this, he’s right.”

Tony preens. He’s always right–well, mostly–but it’s always nice to have other people acknowledge it.

“Just kill him and be done with it,” the masked guy orders after another moment of silent contemplation.

Tony blinks. Tilts his head. Goes over the words again.

“Yeah,” he drawls, even as he not-nervously side-eyes the henchman who’s already reaching for his gun. “That’s almost the exact opposite of what I was going for.”

Masked guy and all of his minions–too bad they aren’t yellow and cute, Tony would have appreciated the sight a lot more–all turn to stare at him. He can’t make out their expressions but he’s pretty sure they’re gaping.

“You’ve spent the last hour going on and on about every mistake we’ve made in kidnapping you, every trace we’ve left behind, every possible outcome this will have,” Masked guy states, crosses his arms in front of his chest.

Which is a fair point. And yes, in retrospect, possibly not the smartest thing Tony could’ve done. But it’s just nagging at him, all the silly rookie mistakes these guys have made, it’s so pathetic. He can’t help but want to make this little game of hide and seek between these guys and the Avengers a little more interesting.

(Let’s not delve into how they managed to capture him in the first place, because that was just low.)

“True,” Tony admits. “But you’re forgetting that I’ve been very helpful too. I think you owe it to me not to kill me until my slightly-less-efficient-than-anticipated rescue team shows up.”

Masked guy snorts unattractively. “Go ahead, shoot him. And then lets get out of here.

Too bad. Well, it was worth a try.

Also where the heck is his team? They’re usually a lot faster than this.

“You know how I told you kidnapping was a bad idea because my overprotective killer-boyfriend was going to rip you into tiny pieces and feed to your friend over there with a smile?” he asks, strains against his bindings. The rope refuses to give though. “Just imagine what he’s gonna do when he finds out you’re pointing a gun at me.”

“Or don’t,” a thankfully familiar voice calls from above, right as the first screams sound. “I’ve heard the reality is always better.”

There’s the gentle “srrrr” of an arrow and then Clint’s standing in front of Tony, smirking down at him. “Threatening them with your boyfriend? Really, Stark?” he raises an eyebrow.

“Yes, well, if you would’ve been on time for once in your life I could’ve spared all of us the embarrassment,” Tony scowls right back. “Where are the others?”

“Beats me.” Clint shrugs, kicks a twitching henchman hard. “Let’s just follow the blood bath and wails for mercy.”

Twenty minutes later, Tony surveys the carnage with a resigned sigh.

“They never learn, do they?”

“They will,” his lover gently squeezes his shoulder. “We’ll teach them until they remember it.”

Finding Home - Chapter 7 (Sam Drake x Reader)

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Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 8

Sam still felt like something was wrong. Ever since he came out of the bathroom, you were acting weirdly. A minute ago you joked like you used to before, but now you are avoiding making eye-contact with him again. The silence between you two never felt uncomfortable, but now it made Sam nervous. Were you acting like this because you want him to leave? You just don’t want to say it out loud?

He frowned as he finished eating.

Of course. 

You want him to leave.

You just don’t want to be rude by telling him.

He knew that this day would end this way, but it didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt less. There was a tiny hope in him that he could spend the night here, but it was more of a “dream”, than hope, really.

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Family Game Night (pt 2 of Meet the Family)

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Ahhhh I cannot believe the massive amounts of requests I got for a part 2 of Meet the Family!!! I wasn’t really planning on writing a sequel but because it was highly requested I decided this update will be my gift to you all for my 500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION!! Thank you sooo much for all the lovely messages and I hope you all like it!!! 

P.S. sorry this wasn’t uploaded earlier but I’ve been studying my ass off for my AP exam. Also, I kinda lost inspiration to write for a while due to the large pain-in-the-ass essays my English teacher has wanted me to write every single week while I was in school. Anyways, I’m back now and hopefully will be able to write more for you wonderful people, enjoy the story (even though it’s not my best work) and I am open for any requests!

Pairings: Joker’s son x reader

Summary: reader introduces the Joker family to a night full of friendly competition via board games but things don’t go quite as planned…

Word Count: 1575 words

Warnings: language, slight make out?

You drew in a deep breath in and gently knocked on the grand mahogany door. There is no turning back now. You nervously chewing on your bottom lip and clutched the plastic bag full of entertainment while standing in front of the picturesque palace.The jingling of a door knob from the opposite end of the door kicked the fear into high drive, eloping it around your entire body. Once the familiar face of your dashing boyfriend appeared before you, your nerves settled a bit.

“Good evening, My Lady.” He greeted you with a pompous voice and bowed gracefully. A giggle erupted from your throat at his ridiculous actions but played along.

“Why good evening, My Lord. Are you ready for a glamorous night full of healthy competition and clean language?” You returned the gesture of bowing yet less graceful.

Jason broke out of character when a loud laugh boomed throughout the house while he brought you into a warm embrace. A low ‘hmmm’ of content left you as you wrapped your supple arms around his waist, resting your head against his muscular chest. God, you could stay in his arms for hours. 

“Jasey who’s at th-” Harley emerged from around the corner with a concerned look on her face. When she spotted the young couple a warm smile spread across her face. Young love.

“Oh, hello (Y/N) darlin’.” Your boyfriend’s mother greeted you, causing you to swiftly break out of his grasp and politely return the greeting. The youthful girl burned bright with embarrassment as she was caught embracing her son but that only swelled Harley’s heart with warmth. Such a shy, private girl. Good for Jase.

“Well come on sweet pea, we’re all super excited for this night you have planned!” The mother grasped your hand and guided you towards the luxe living room as your boyfriend was casually strolling behind the two of you.

“Alrighty, lemme grab J before we start!” She squealed, skipping towards her husband’s office. The moment her figure escaped the room, you exhaled a deep breath and searched your boyfriend’s eyes for a glimmer of hope.

“Don’t worry, Doll. Everything will be alright, I mean how bad can this be?” 

“Alright. Um, I suspect it’s Mustard in the garage with the dagger…

“Yes, I got it right!”

“FUCKK!” A pissed off Mr. J shouted while chucking the cardboard activity against the wall causing the plastic pieces to fly everywhere. Everyone grew silent as the man with the veins protruding out of his neck paced around the living room. You never knew a dangerous criminal such as Mr. J would get so agitated over something as little as Clue. 

“Sweetheart it’s alright. There are plenty of more games for you to win.” Harley cooed while stroking her fuming husband’s arm. While she was attempting to calm him down, Jason gingerly snaked his arm around your waist, pulling you closer towards him. “I know this is your first time playing against my dad, but rule #1, Doll; you gotta let him win.” 

You snapped your head towards your boyfriend’s direction—your noses just barely grazing each other. “You want me to lose?” Your competitive side was slowly unleashing.

“Just on purpose. C’mon it’s just a few silly games.” He ushered while pressing a gentle kiss upon your slightly exposed shoulder. 

You shrugged his feather-like lips off your shoulder in an instant. “Silly games? I have never lost on purpose before, J. And I don’t intend on doing so just so your old man’s ego doesn’t deflate!

“What was that little girl?” Mr. J growled while slowing standing up, intimidating you by his size. Shit, he must’ve heard your little schpiel with Jason.

“You heard me, old man, or do you want me to say it louder for your hearing aid?” You weren’t afraid of this 40-year-old mafia leader or whatever the hell he actually does. Gradually, you stood up to your full height. Although you weren’t close to Mr. J’s height, it was perfectly clear what the tension was—a pissing contest.

“HA! I won again!” A smug Mr. J proclaimed while crossing his arms with confidence and arrogance.

“There are still a few more games and you haven’t won officially, we’re even.” You mimicked his movements. He thinks he’s so perfect at everything, well we’ll see about that.

Ugh how much longer is this gonna fucking go on?” Jason growled while resting his head against his mother’s. The two of them have been watching you and Mr. J for the past few hours competing in various board games, and they both looked bored out of their right mind.

“Yeah, Puddin’! Pleeeease I’m dyin’ over here. Just call it a draw, you’ve been going at this for three hours.” Harley whined, stroking her son’s hair motherly.

“No, Harls. I’m gonna continue fucking playing until I beat this child!” he exclaimed, not taking his eyes off the board game.

Jason was growing more impatient by the minute. In his naive mind, he believed tonight was going to be a mature and entertaining night filled with laughter and his parents getting along with his favorite girl, but boy was he mistaken. 

Once glancing back down at his phone screen he noticed the time.

“Shit! Darling, it’s 10 o’clock!” Jason jumped off the couch in a swift movement with you following along.

“Aw man! I gotta go home before my dad grounds me for life.” You hurriedly packed up all your games while collecting your purse and heading towards the door where Jason stood.

“This isn’t over! We’re picking up where we left off next time.” 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Mr. J!” You hollered while rushing out the door with your boyfriend hot on your tail.

Once your home came into view, Jason cut the engine and shifted his body to lock his gaze upon you. Silence filled the atmosphere of the car until you broke it. 

“I had a really nice time tonight.” You started while placing your hand atop of his in a sweet gesture. He flashed you a small smile, bringing your hand up to his mouth which pervaded your heart with warmth.

“I know that look. Tell me what’s bothering you, baby.” You cooed softly, picking up your free hand to stroke his soft, pale cheek.

“Nothing really. It’s just…” His eyes met the cup holder before returning back to you releasing a heavy sigh in the process, “I’m glad that you and my dad have gotten more acquainted with each other, but I just imagined tonight a bit differently, you know?” 

A reassuring smile crept its way upon your lips. You knew the real reason why he was acting this way.

“I see. Well, I’m sorry I haven’t given you much of my attention tonight.” 

“Yeah, yeah it’s– Wait, what?! N-no! T-that’s not true.” He stammered through his words trying to find a reasonable excuse, but you knew Jason perhaps better than he did. So to silence him, you pulled his face towards yours to mold your lips into a sweet harmonious lip lock. No matter how tough Jason makes himself seem, you can always see right through him. Because, underneath, is an adorable attention-seeking boy that claimed your heart as quick as a hummingbirds’ wings.

All thoughts escaped your mind once your lover gingerly picked you up and plopped you onto his lap in order to deepen the once innocent kiss into one bursting with lust and passion. As Jason swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, you let out a small moan and moved your hands to the back of his neck where one hand tangled into his unruly chestnut locks while the other cupped the base of his neck in order to maintain your balance atop of his lap.

Eventually, you pulled back to gain some oxygen before recollecting your wits that you had to head on home before your dad throws a fit.

“I gotta go, Jase.” You breathed out heavily, resting your forehead against his own as a way to savor the delicious warm contact you shared with him.

“I understand, darling.” He whispered gently but didn’t even make an effort to pull apart from you. You smiled once more, sharing a loving gaze with your beloved before parting away and rushing across the lawn towards your front door.

Mountain Strong - A Sasil Fic

A/N: I’m so disappointed that this awesome show that brought us this amazing couple has been canceled. Kyle and Christina were absolutely amazing and I’ll miss watching them act together dearly. I look forward to following both of their careers and I wish them the best. I started writing this fic after the finale while we were all sharing the petition and crossing our fingers that the show would get picked up by another network or streaming service, unfortunately I had to finish it a bit brokenhearted. Still, #ShayMustStay … only it’ll have to live on in fanfics, fanart, fanvids etc. Here’s my contribution to keeping the mountain magic alive… and especially Hasil and Sally Ann. I’ve loved chatting with you all about these two! 🖤

Summary: It’s been seventeen years since Hasil was almost killed in a shoot-out with the coal company security team. Sally Ann shares the story with her curious teenager.

Mountain Strong

“Y'all c'mon! Dinner’s ready!” I shouted to my family, not exactly sure where any of them were. Amos came runnin’ in from the back porch, wood shavings stuck in his sweater and hair. “Hey baby, slow your roll… and go wash those hands.”

“Yes, Mama.”

“Where’s your fa?” I called after him, but there was no need. Two strong arms snaked their way around my waist.

“I’m right here, Darlin’.” Hasil gave my earlobe a nibble and my butt a pat. “How was your day? Smells good in here!” He walked over to the stove and peeked inside of the various pots and pans while Amos scrambled back into the kitchen like a little tornado, ready to show off his latest carving.

“Look daddy.” He passed the wooden figure off to Hasil. “I did the wings better this time. Look.”

Hasil sat in a chair and grinned at me before takin’ the carving from his boy. He inspected it closely. “Mighty fine. You done a real nice job, but did you mind your mother and wash those hands?”

Amos wiped his wet, but still clearly dirty, hands across his pants. “Yes sir.”

“That so? It don’t look like it.” He gave a nod toward the bathroom. “Go try again, with soap this time. And where’s your sister?”

Amos gave an evil little grin. “Cryin’ in her room.”

Hasil looked to me, confused, but all I did was return his expression. “Well what’s wrong with her?” he asked.

“She got d-u-m-p dumped!” He shrugged and ran off.

Hasil looked at me again, but this time I avoided his eyes. He stood up. “Sally Ann.”

I busied myself over the food, even though it was all done and ready to be served. “Hmm?”

“I got an inklin’, but maybe you could clarify for me what exactly he means by ‘she got dumped.’”

I laughed to try to ease his worries. “It’s nothin’ babe. There’s this guy… you remember Justin?”

He put his hand on his hip and stared at me. “No. No I don’t remember no Justin.”

“Hasil you met ‘im like three different times.”

He raised his eyebrows, at a loss.

I sighed. “Well they had a lil crush, you know?”

Hasil held up his hand and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah I got it. So what’s Amos mean she got dumped?”

I looked at him out the corner of my eye. “Hasil babe, you know what it means.”

“Nah, I must not cuz if she got dumped, that means she had herself a boyfriend and that ain’t quite the same as a lil crush—”

“Hasil she’s sixteen years old, c'mon now. We’ve talked about this.”

He ignored me and continued. “Also, what kind of foolish idiot does this Jared kid gotta be to dump my baby girl?”

I laughed and gave him a peck on the lips. “It’s Justin babe, and he’s obviously the extra foolish kind.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are.”

“I’m gonna go talk to her,” he said.

“No, let me. Teenage girls don’t wanna talk to their fa’s about boys. Wrangle Amos and y'all go ahead and eat. I’ll take some up for Starla.”

I knocked on the door to my daughter’s room before peekin’ my head inside. “Starla baby you okay?” I asked the lump in the middle of her mattress.

I only received sniffles in response, so I opened the door wider and held her plate of food out in front of me. It only took a few seconds for the scent of my roast chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans to reach her nose. Her pretty lil head popped out from beneath the blankets like a turtle from its shell. “I thought that might do the trick.” I put her plate down on her desk and watched as she rolled from her bed and sat in her chair, takin’ her whole comforter with her as she did.

“Thanks, Mama.”

I smiled at my girl. Treasurin’ the way she still called me Mama. The way it took me back to when she was just a lil girl playin’ dress up in her daddy’s kilt. She started in on her dinner while I sat on her bed and thumbed through one of the many ancient magazines she loved to collect.

“Take the quiz in there,” she said.

“Which one?”

“'Does he really love you?’ Page sixteen.”

I turned to the page. “Sweetheart I don’t think a flow chart that starts with the question 'How fast does he text you back?’ is gonna give the fairest picture of me and your fa’s relationship.” She didn’t say anything back, so I humored her and took the quiz. I sighed when I finished a few minutes later.

She wiped her mouth on a paper towel and crawled in bed next to me. “What it’d say?” she asked, snugglin’ up.

“Well. It says 'This guy hates your guts. Run away. Now. As fast as you can. Save yourself the embarrassment.’” I looked down to find a smilin’ face staring up at me behind a tangled mass of curls. “You look pleased. Am I missin’ somethin’?”

“You and daddy always beat the odds. Even on stupid quizzes.”

I gave her a squeeze and kissed the top of her head. “Do you wanna talk about what happened with Justin?”

She shook her head. “No. He’s stupid. I shoulda known better when daddy couldn’t ever remember his name.”

“Careful with that. There’s a good chance your daddy won’t remember the name of any boy you bring around.”

She laughed into the blankets. “He will Mama. There’ll be one, one day, and then I’ll know.”

“Know what?”

“That he’s a good one.”

Starla was cuddled up with me, but there was no denyin’ that she was a daddy’s girl through and through. I wouldn’t’ve wanted it any other way. I was thankful every day that my babies got to have a mom and dad, somethin’ neither Hasil nor I ever got to experience.

Starla adjusted herself on the bed, getting comfortable. “Will you tell me a story?”

“Sure baby. What do you wanna hear?”

“Tell me about the time daddy almost died.”

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I’m rewatching the entire series over the summer - not only because my memory bank is in dire need of refreshing, but because what else are we supposed to do during hellatus? Meet up with friends, go to the park, enjoy the sunshine? *snorts with derision* (okay I’ll be doing that too) (I’m not staying in all summer watching SPN and writing meta) (*shiftiest eyes*) I wanted to do this as part of this awesomeness and will attempt to catch up. If I can’t: *shrug* What can I say? Real Life and all that. Yes, friends in the park with sunshine. (be honest) I work. A lot. Of the hours.

But to make it up to you, I’ve planned THIS

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No, I’m not going to dress up as Marilyn Monroe and come to your house and shower you with champagne. (or am I?)  No, don’t be silly - I can’t do that! Instead, I’m going to encourage you all to drink! By introducing the Spectacular and Penultimate and so very Necessary Drinking Game. (*SPNDG for short) For those who do not partake of the alcohol or for those of you who are underage there will be soda pops involved. (considering how much I curse I sincerely hope each and every one of you are of age)

You with me here? AWESOME! This will be us come end of summer:

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Though possibly not quite so fishy… Either way, we’ll be ready for S13, peeps!

So, I had this ambition to do this Snapshot Commentary thing for each episode, getting through one or two a day. This post has taken me four days, the hours I’ve had to invest interspersed unevenly at best, and @margarittet was nice enough to do the maths - my ambition would take me over two years to fulfil at this pace. Yah. And as I lack a Time-Turner (god I wish I had one WHY JK ROWLING??) I may just have to watch the series as planned and write meta on the episodes that stand out as deeper narrative beats, both plot and character wise. Fuck. I already know there are so many of them. But I’m excited to get started! Writing this meta has been so much fun and I hope you’ll enjoy it.

I know I’m probably repeating stuff someone else has already said, but do you know what, I haven’t gotten to say it, so I’m saying it for myself now. Keep a lookout for them drinking prompts, because that means fun times up ahead, and don’t forget to drink responsibly. (remember nesnej) (oh god we’re all gonna get sloshed) (or very, very high on sugar)

Here we go!

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The local ice cream shack opened the first week of Spring and the boys were ecstatic. It was a well-known fact that Sprinkles Ice Cream Shack had the best ice cream in Indiana, not that boys would actually know considering they rarely left the little town. Regardless, when Dustin, Mike, and Lucas biked over to The Byers’ that Saturday morning, they realized they had arrived an hour early. Sprinkles didn’t open until 11 and it was 9:45.

So they sat in the Byers’ living room watching cartoons and recounting the more exciting ice cream trips of the past. Such as the year Barb learned she was more lactose intolerant than she initially thought or the day the ice cream machine was down so instead they feasted on coney dogs and snow cones.

The most impressive story, however, was the time Will actually beat Dustin in the end of the year ice cream eating contest. Dustin was still bitter about his loss claiming his brain freeze for the better of him. Turns out Will has a sweet tooth that could rival El’s.

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I come ask for "81." We're in the middle of the thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain? "I love your writing.

I don’t know what to fucking do with you guys, thank you so much for your kudos and I am so afraid of letting you guys down with such shitty writing… this prompt had so much potential and I feel like I didn’t live up to it. But it’s still so fun to write! Please enjoy ♥

Uraraka had left her umbrella at her dorms.


And she was in front of the magnus opus of all thunderstorms. Again.

It wasn’t her fault, in all honesty. After class had finished, she had rushed to the dorms, gotten all books she could handle and sprinted all the way to the library. When she had done this almighty marathon, sun was still glaring down on her and heat was searing on the streets, people dehydratated and seeking for the sea to drink from– which was a true paradox in itself, but that was a whole other story.

But then, just as she was going downstairs, the annoying face of the man from the weathercast flashed right before her eyes, and grimaced at the tragic hurry of hers to get things done instead of thinking her steps through. Once she was in the face of thunder and downpour, her face was all but glee and smiles.

People rushed in front of her to catch a taxi, some of them scurried away underneath their umbrellas while mumbling about an incoming fierce weather– which Uraraka didn’t enjoy much because, you know it was dangerous and she was a bit frail against the incoming winds. So, instead of doing what normal people were doing, instead of calling someone to pick her up or just make a run for it, she waited.

She stood in front of the library entrance, fifteen minutes away from Yuuei but a lifetime apart from her dorms and it dawned on her that without an umbrella, she would most probably make it home drenched.

But staying wasn’t an option either, so while weighing the ups and downs of her decision, a familiar mate of hers, one she wasn’t expecting to find, came to view.

“Yo, Uraraka.”

Deep in thought, Uraraka only registered the deep voice – which sounded more like a groan in her mind, as he was constantly annoyed at every living breathing creature around him. She slowly lifted her eyes to him: black sweater and hoodie on, his big trousers, sneakers, backpack and the most unbelieving grimace she had ever seen him wear. She at least hoped it would match with his whole demeanor that day too, as she had no time or temper to deal with his tantrums and the like.

She waved at him meekly, suddenly feeling tiny seeing how he was mildly covered from the rain and she was standing there, thin white clothes on and wary for the rain. “Good evening, Bakugou. Such fantastic weather we are–”

“You have no fucking umbrella.” stated he, trying to shame her, probably? but the effect was pretty much the opposite, as he sounded annoyed at her lack of prevision. “And there is a thunderstorm coming through.”

She started messing with her hair, that silly effect he was starting to have on her lately and she absolutely despised him for making her so flustered with battling his scarlet eyes. “Tell me about it. You at least can protect your hair from the downpour. All I have is my books.”

He stared at her from head to toe, making her feel a bit uncomfortable. Bakugou had always been one to act bluntly and shamelessly, but the fact that he was blatantly checking her out was making her heart do all kinds of twists. “Your clothing is a bit too damn white.” spat he, squinting at her. “You could have at least have brought some clothes that wouldn’t let the fucking public see your underwear.”

Yes, blunt fucking much. “W-What–” he started fondling with his sweater. “what is even that about?”

Whatever insults she had to throw at his perverted side were thrown off the window when he handed her his sweater. “Stop bitching about it and let’s get going. I’m not gonna be responsible for a breeze sweeping you off your feet.”

Blinking an alarming amount of times, she ended up accepting the piece of clothing and put it on while he started walking away, expecting her to catch up. Uraraka stumbled her way to him with an awkward smile, trailing behind him. “Thanks for the sweater!”

“Don’t mention this to anybody or you’re dead meat, Uraraka.”

She giggled and marched by his side for a few seconds in silence, the pitter patter of the rain and rolling thunder above them looming over them as a chaotic blanket of fear and noise, making her jump in surprise sometimes and Bakugou glare her for being too damn sensitive.

There was a moment when he turned around to glare at her and a ugly scar marring his jaw caught her eye, imprinting itself on her bland mind and making all kinds of feelings spark within her. No matter how far he was fom her– which wasn’t much actually, because he liked her proximity and being a guard to her felt kind of nice, the image of that scar being marked on his perly skin didn’t bode well with her.

She tried to keep the thought in until the image started blinking too much. “Where did you get that scar?”

Bakugou’s brow wrinkled and he looked at her with angry questioning, all kinds of mixed feelings stirring in his eyes as he looked at the little girl wearing his soaked sweater. “What scar?”

“The one…” she traced the shape of her round jaw. “on your jaw.”

He looked onward again and his shoulders tensed a little, but he still remained elegant as she knew him regardless. The answer came out as stale and low, the name he murmured somehow intriguing and suggesting that the reason behind his jaw still haunted his nightmares.


“… Oh.”

Of course, she had heard of this battle. The showdown had been traumatizing, and that was a petty adjective compared to the monstrosity that the fight had been for all heroes. She hadn’t been present during the final battle against the pinnacle of evil, mostly because she had been out of comission once Toga got her bloody hands on her– thank goodness Bakugou had been there to beat that little bitch to the ground before anything else happened. 

Now that she remembered, they had been so busy with class that she hadn’t found the time to thank him.

“I owe you a big thanks, you know.” he halted his steps when he felt that she wasn’t by his side anymore. “Toga would have done horrible things to my body if she had–”

A shadow passed before his eyes and then, his hand covered her mouth. It was now when Uraraka realized that his hair was completely weighed down by the water and that his eyes were terrifyingly dark when spikes covered those crimsom irises. “Shut it.”

She blinked at him, feeling him slightly tremble. Something was going on under that mask of bravery and rudeness. “S’alright, I’m not a douche.”

She giggled, but didn’t run to him again. Her hands grasped the hem of the sweat, his sweaty scent overwhelming her senses as she looked at her feet, another habit of hers that she carried from her childhood to the very same moment. Rain fell hard around her, and Uraraka could hear his steps against the puddles fading away, walking away from her.

Somehow, she couldn’t bring herself to care. All she could think of now was how she had forgotten about the blonde devil in the midst of the flying exams, the ticking clocks, and how he hadn’t probably been cherished enough after his brave stand against Overhaul because he was considered to be strong enough to shoulder the pain– apparently, everyone thought he was a big boy who could withstand all injuries.

But he wasn’t. Bakugou wasn’t as old or strong as people deemed him to be. No one had thanked him. No one thought they needed to.

Meanwhile, she had almost died while doing not even half as he did, given up halfway– and she had been called a hero for defeating a minor foe. Bakugou had a scar on his jaw, what did she have? And here he was, standing in the rain, uncovered for her, again taking the dirty job.

She hated this.

“Oi,” his voice called her from a few meters away, his shirt drenched– his muscles were tight from beneath the wet fabric, which cloaked him lika a second skin. He had never looked so beautiful to her. “ we are in the middle of a thunderstorm, you planning on stand–”

His breath hitched mid-way as she removed the hoodie from her protected head. “You are alive, Bakugou.”

Bakugou’s eyebrows sunk deep in focus, waiting for what shit she’d come up with. His eyes drunk from her petite form while taking a step closer to her, then stopping and staring again. His red embers were thriving in the rain as he remembered what hell it had been to see Uraraka so beaten up, so close to death– and he wondered if that exact feeling had been what she was musing over, if that feeling was cluthing her heart so tightly like it did to his.

But the rain never stopped, only clothered her more. “I am so glad…!”


“Don’t you realize?” asked she to the air, looking up to the sky. “We are breathing, we are here.”

Yes, he was more aware than ever now. After the hurricane of the final fight, after tending for his wounds and fighting his nightmares for long weeks, no feeling of peace had dawned on him like this moment did. She was shaking, a tight smile sketched on her frail skin, all of her soaked to the bone– but fuck, she was alive.

He hadn’t considered until now that he had saved her, she was alive, he was alive– them both had a future now. Only now did it feel like their torment was over. And suddenly, he couldn’t find his words anymore, and the rain above them could fall as hard as it wanted to, his heart would never stop throbbing inside his chest.

And suddenly, in the middle of the worst of rains and as thunder hovered dangerously near them, he stepped forward and she threw herself to his arms, hugging him tight to her. “I don’t mind the rain, Bakugou.” Uraraka slightly pulled away and looked up to the sky again. Meanwhile, Bakugou watched the raindrops clattering on her pearly skin. 

He cleared his throat, suffocating in crashing relief, voice thick with emotion as he spoke. “We can enjoy it… we are alive now.”

It dawned on him now. They could dance under the thunderstorm, waltz slowly to the howling wind and laugh to incoming hurricanes– she was alive, in his arms now, and everything felt much sharper when she was by his side. Life felt sharper when she was in his arms. 

So he hugged her, feeling choked up while rain weighed them down to the ground, thunder striking the ground streets away– but how could he care when she was in his arms and life seemed so bright when her words lingered in the air? “I fucking hate you for making me so sentitive, you damn minx.”

That was Bakugou language for: thank you for being alive, for hanging on and being so damn pestering. The words echoed and bounced in his throat, but reflected in her eyes as she obviously caught the meaningful look he was giving her as he caressed her hair– god almighty, wasn’t this woman a weakness of his.

“Thank you for surviving, Bakugou.”

And when she pulled away and grinned at him, finally at peace with him, his brain went into meltdown. His heart soared and floated away, and made him wonder about why he had been using his hands to blow things away with his quirk, when he could use them to caress her, adore her, worship her. Air was knocked out of his lungs, and this destructive man was rendered useless and reduced to putty in her hands.

He didn’t wanna destroy anymore– he would treasure her. 

And in the middle of the storm, the eye of the hurricane, the loop of a tsunami or the roll of an earthquake– he would swear on his life he would devote his life to thank her for showing him what life really meant.

“Yeah.” he hugged her close to his chest again, his stale voice hiding the emotional turmoil going on inside his heart. “And thank you, Uraraka.”

For existing, for surviving, for smiling and laughing– he gave his everything to her under a thunderstorm, no sound hearable other than their hearts beating to the same harmony.

anonymous asked:

Hi, could you maybe write a fic about Adam x Mikael?

my dear anon, it turns out that i have absolutely no chill. here’s a fic about a month late and eight times the length i intended it to be.

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don’t want anything but all of you


When Adam is five years old, he doesn’t really have a best friend.

It’s sort of sad, because his big sister has had a best friend since she was three, but he’s okay with it. He hasn’t really met anyone that he wants to be best friends with, anyway. They’re either mean or boring, which his Mamma says is sort of rude to think, but it’s true.

And then, when he’s five and a half, he meets Mikael.

He arrives at the kindergarten with a bright blue Thomas the Tank Engine backpack, running away from his Mamma and Pappa with a wide grin. Adam is just putting his lunchbox in his nook, and the new boy bounds up to him, still smiling.

“Hi,” he says. “I’m Mikael.”

“Adam,” he replies. “You want to play legos with me?”

“Sure!” Mikael answers, and the two of them head over to the building corner until the teacher calls for reading time.

Mikael is funny and cool and Adam likes playing with him, even if he is the smallest in their kindergarten. He’s a whole month younger than Adam, though, so that’s understandable.

Mikael makes up fun stories with the legos and shares his crayons and agrees with Adam about the mean kids, and sometimes they swap snacks. He’s the perfect best friend in every way.

Except, Adam isn’t sure he’s Mikael’s best friend.

Both of them have other friends, but none of Adam’s are best friends, not like Mikael is. Sometimes, when Adam sees Mikael with his other friends, he wants to go over there and wrap his arms around him and shout “No! Mikael is my best friend!” That would definitely be rude, though, and mean.

That sort of behaviour is silly, his Mamma says, like not sharing toys but worse, because people aren’t toys. Mikael definitely isn’t a toy, so Adam feels guilty whenever he’s jealous.

Mikael never notices, though, and he continues to share his lunch only with Adam, except when someone comes to class without any food. He smiles biggest when he’s around Adam, too, mouth so wide Adam can see all of his teeth.

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Imagine Slash Coming Home to You

Hi everyone! I hope everyone enjoys this and that it turned out okay. Feel free to send me any more ideas for imagines. Let me know what y’all think! If y’all want more detailed sex let me know, I didn’t go to in detail or crazy with this one.

Smut warning!

The butterfly’s in my stomach just wouldn’t go away. I’d been so excited yesterday for Slash to be home and now, just minutes from seeing him, I feel so nervous I thought I’d be sick. I’d debated about going to the lingerie store, but decided against it. Instead I pulled out one of Slashes torn up shirts, a garter belt, and black thigh highs. Sitting on the couch waiting for him felt silly but I wanted to see him as soon as the door opened.

I get up and head to the kitchen grabbing a beer, “That’s a real nice view.” I jump, the voice startling me. 

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Roses and Daisies

Requested by keya168 : Can I get one where the reader is the best dancer at Joker’s club and he spends the entire time watching her instead of paying attention to a business partner, and has to kill the partner for disrespecting the reader. And can I get a jealous Harley??

Warnings: Swearing… Violence, Death, Sexually Suggestive Content.


You sighed softly as you pulled up to the large empty parking lot that sat across the street of your job,  it was dark out but early, nearly 9:30, but considering you worked at one of Mistah J’s best clubs, the party didn’t really start until 12 or 1.

You placed your old car into park, stretching as you sighed at the sound of the motor revving, working extra hard to keep up it’s performance. “buddy you know I love you… but man I need a new ride..” you mumbled to yourself. 

Mistah J paid well, it was definitely enough to keep you in your decent apartment, clothed and fed. However, cars were not in the payroll, not the nice ones you liked at least, and buying another used shit box just seemed like a waste of money, so for now you did as best you could with what you had.

As you pulled down the sun visor to check yourself in the mirror you ran your fingers through your hair, tapping the circles under your eyes in a desperate attempt to look like you haven’t lost weeks of sleep lately.  

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You, Me, and The Moon

Tyler’s soft fingertips brushed against Josh’s bare face. They were bowing down to a crowd when Tyler decided to deliberately make Joshua flustered in front of hundreds of fans.

The room roared, Josh couldn’t keep a straight face when his eyes shot over to his friend who was smirking and continued rubbing his cheek.

“Kiss!” A girl in the front screamed at the top of her lungs. Dun faked a laugh and swatted at the air in dismissal.
Josh sat down on his bunk in the bus, he could hear fans chatter outside, they were all waiting to meet the two boys. But, the pink haired drummer was a complete wreck. Night after night, he would have small anxiety attacks because Tyler would do something cute to him. Some nights it would just be Tyler touching his thigh when the lights got real dark, and other nights it would be Tyler smacking his ass in front of the crowds.

Sighing heavily, Josh checked his Twitter to see people tag him in videos of Tyler caressing Josh’s cheek gently. Almost all of the retweets were “OTP” or “JOSHLER IS REAL”. A slight smile cracked through his stressed face, everyone else wanted what he wanted too.

“Hey man,” Tyler’s soft voice broke through the background noise of clique waiting outside of the bus. Josh locked his phone quickly as his neck snapped up, meeting Tyler’s friendly gaze.

“Yo,” Dun mumbled and nervously played with the bottom of his shirt. “Are we going to go out there and say hi,” he asked, unsure if he was acting strange in front of his friend. Would Tyler ever notice?

“Not today.”

“Oh my god, Joseph. That was terrible.” Josh laughed and shook his head.

“Oh come on man, you laughed!” The tan boy sat down next to Josh and gently rested his hand on top of the drummers. “Jishwa.” His eyes fluttered up to meet his gaze as he cooed.

“Yeah?” Their voices started getting lower, this was terrible for Josh. He couldn’t think straight when things would get so serious like this. Everything was rushing through his head. What was Tyler going to say? What is he going to do?

“I miss your beard.” He admitted with a cocky smile. That was definitely something Josh was a sucker for, Tyler’s smile. He would often find himself lost, stumbling over words during interviews when he would catch himself staring at Tyler’s smile. Or he would sometimes miss a beat during a show when Tyler would go up to Josh’s little drumming set up and start dancing with the worlds biggest smile plastered onto his face, stretching his cheeks to incredible lengths.

“It’s only been a day and you already miss it that much? You didn’t even give my beard any love when I had it.” He huffed. It was true in a sense, but how was Tyler supposed to give a beard love? If Tyler gave Josh anymore attention than he did already, it would be a dead giveaway that he was completely head over heels for a silly little drummer that often dressed up as an alien.

“The beard looked cute on you. I mea-” Before Tyler could finish his sentence, Mark interrupted the two.

“Are we meeting them or no?” He was holding a can of redbull in his hand as he looked at the two sitting awfully close to one another. “This was a pretty big venue, at least a hundred kids are out there. Maybe we should just stay in.” And with that Mark turned around, answering his own question without having to hear it from the two musicians.

Josh shifted uncomfortably in his bunk, he wasn’t sure what he could possibly say or do to make things a little less awkward for the two. “Uhm…” He nervously cleared his throat and looked up at the taller man that was still sitting closely next to him. His eyes practically fucked Tyler as he scanned every inch of his body slowly. It wasn’t intended to be that he was checking him out, but Tyler took it that way.

“I uhm…” Tyler quickly got up to his feet and looked up at the ceiling. “I’m gonna go to bed.” He stammered, cheeks pink from when he saw Josh looking at him that way. For some reason, Tyler always got extremely shy when he would catch his best friend looking him up and down. It made him feel like he needed to make a move. It made him stress over the endless scenarios that would play in his head. Without any hesitation, he quickly walked off towards his bunk, no words left behind him.

It was 3:38 in the morning and Josh stared at his phone blankly. So many people wanted him. So many people acted like he was a God and yet the pink haired drummer felt empty. He had what almost everyone wanted, but he was struggling. Josh wanted his best friend. Not in the sex way either. He just wanted to be held in Tyler’s scrawny arms at night. He wanted to openly express his emotions towards his friend. He wanted Tyler.

Eyes struggling to stay open, he slowly started to drift off. Right as he started to doze, he jerked up to his notification alert going off. Messages: TYLER JOSEPH💀: hey man. if youre still awake can we talk? SWIPE TO REPLY
His heart skipped a beat as he unlocked his phone and quickly replied, “almost fell asleep. should we go outside so we don’t wake anyone?”. Hesitantly, he pressed the send button. Anticipation nearly killed him as he watched the three little dots at the bottom of their messages.
But soon after Tyler replied, “ya”. That was it. Something terrible must have been going on. Josh couldn’t think of anything else, why would he text him so late at night asking to talk?

Slipping out of the bunk, Josh tiptoed out of the bus. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was tiptoeing out of the bus like a child would when they didn’t want to wake up their parents, but it just felt natural. Poking his head out of the bus, he could see his friend standing on the other side. He looked distressed as he looked off at the night sky.

“Hey man,” Josh whispered harshly, stepping out of the bus that they often called home and onto the rough gravel. Regretting not putting on shoes beforehand, he winced as he slowly made his way over to his bandmate. “Is everything alright?” Josh’s voice gradually got louder as he got closer to Tyler. The faint light from the bus illuminated Joseph’s soft face. His lashes seemed longer in the lighting, and his eyes looked almost sunken in, as if he was stressing over something all night. Gently, the drummer put his hand on top of the tanned boy’s shoulder.

“Y-Yeah.” Tyler stuttered. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to do. His plan was to make a move, like his gut had been saying for the past two years. But, things had quickly fallen apart when Josh stepped out of the tour bus. “I’m just stressed.” He shrugged slightly, avoiding any eye contact with his friend. Tyler was terrified that if he made a move, his friendship would fall apart. The band would cease to be, and he would lose himself along the way.

“You’re stressed out.” Josh nudged Tyler’s side playfully. Before noticing that he had terrible timing for terrible puns, Tyler pulled Josh into a bone crushing hug. Although their height difference was only by a few inches, Tyler managed to rest his chin on top of Josh’s head. His soft hands pressed the drummer’s head onto his neck. Butterflies filled up Josh’s stomach and Tyler’s heart raced a hundred miles a minute. Outside it was dead silent. Not a single sound could be heard. But in the heads of the two boys, they could hardly understand their screaming thoughts.

The tour bus’s sensor light turned off, it was just the two in the dark, still clutching onto each other. No words had been exchanged, both just wanted to enjoy the moment that they were given while it lasted. Josh tilted his head up slowly, making sure he wouldn’t hurt Tyler’s chin that was nestled on top of his curly pink hair. “Tyler,” he stuttered.

Looking down at the slightly shorter boy, he could hardly make out his facial expressions. “Josh,” Tyler whispered back, his hands slowly moved down to the small of his friend’s back. His gentle fingertips slowly traced circles as he nervously fought a battle in his head.

“Do it,” Josh whispered. He slowly got up on his tiptoes, cocking his head to the side ever so slightly. If they hadn’t been so infatuated with themselves, they would have noticed that both of them were shivering terribly. Puffs of their breath floated up and above their heads and into the atmosphere. His hands quickly rested on Tyler’s shoulders as he waited for the male to kiss him.

No words were spoken after that. Tyler moved his head down, their lips collided, molded together. Hands moved, both were resting on one another’s cheeks. Josh’s lips were soft against Tyler’s tongue. Moments passed as their teeth clattered and tongues danced together. The longer they kissed, the more intense it was getting. Their puffs of breath quickly steamed up the window they stood next to. Tyler wanted to open his eyes. He wanted to open his eyes and see Josh’s soft face when he was kissing him, but he couldn’t. His eyes had grown so heavy. He had grown so tired from the show. His hands moved down from his pink haired friend’s cheeks to his hips. His slender fingers gripped onto the sides of Josh as his feet slowly stumbled, managing to push him against the side of the bus carefully. Causing the lights to turn back on, lighting up their faces softly.

Josh pulled away from the kiss when his back hit the bus. His eyes flickered open, looking up at his friend who’s cheeks were on fire. “We should go to sleep.” He stammered quietly. He didn’t want to go to sleep. He wanted to be entangled with Tyler all night. He wanted to taste his friend again. He loved how he tasted like Coke and sour gummy worms. He loved how he kept his fingers on his hips securely, even after their kiss was broken. He loved how fluffy his hair looked all the time.

“M-maybe one last kiss?” Tyler asked impatiently kissing Josh, he couldn’t wait for an answer. Their hands slowly explored each other as their mouths told stories of sin and lust and love. This time Tyler pulled away from the kiss, his grip on Josh’s hips slowly loosened and he took a small step back. “Joshua,” he whispered, his eyes pierced into the drummer’s soft brown irises.

“Tyler,” his voice was shaky and unsure. He had never felt so alive before and he was so terrified that this was the end of it all. “Please,” he hummed under his breath.

“I love you,” Tyler admitted, grabbing Josh’s right hand quickly. “Please, don’t let this be-”

“A one time thing,” Josh finished his sentence, his eyes were as wide as the moon that lit up their faces faintly and as bright as the motion sensor light. His serious face quickly cracked by a wide smile. Tyler couldn’t get enough of his smile. Especially when he would smile so wide his eyes would squint and little creases would stretch out from the ends of his eyes. Pecking his nose, Tyler nodded and pulled Joshua with him back into the bus and into his bunk. “Your bunk??” Dun asked, sounding unsure. He didn’t want to think about what Mark would think if he found them sleeping together, legs tangled, chest pressed against back, innocently cuddling.

“Dude. I’m pretty sure the guys wouldn’t think much of it, especially since we do everything together.” Tyler reassured Josh as he sat down on his bunk. His hand tugged down on his friend’s arm eagerly. “I promise you this, you will be comfortable in my arms.” Reluctantly, Josh got into Tyler’s bunk and under the covers to warm up.

As Tyler slinked his arms around Josh, he quietly hummed Lovely and kissed behind his ears softly. “Goodnight Jishwa,” He whispered softly, inhaling the sweet scent of his best friend.

“Goodnight TyJo,” Joshua replied sleepily. “I love you,” The two dozed off, cuddling innocently.