hey give me your hair i need it for me

anonymous asked:

“Hey! Give me your pants. Quick, give me your pants.” + bellarke :)

She rushes in, gold hair flying behind her, and almost knocks him straight on the ground.

“What the hell?”

Clarke pushes away from him with one hand and starts unbuckling her pants with the other.

Bellamy’s eyes widen, taking in her now bare legs as she hops around on one foot to pull them off.

“Okay, I repeat, what the hell?

Clarke motions for him to start unbuckling his belt. “Hey! Give me your pants. I need them.”

“You need what now?”

She sighs in exasperation. “Come on! Quick, give me your pants!” When he doesn’t budge she rolls her eyes. “I have a meeting with the council members and I just fell in a giant mud puddle because of this stupid rain!”

When he looks down he sees that yes, Clarke’s pants are covered in mud, but that still doesn’t explain why she wants his.

“Why can’t you just go get another pair?”

Clarke glares at him, but honestly it’s impossible to take her seriously when she’s fully dressed from the waist up and but is wearing only a pair of tight shorts on the bottom. And no, he’s not a good enough guy to not check out her legs at least once but thanks for asking.

“Because I don’t have time to run all the way back down to get my stuff. Bellamy, please?”

She looks up at him from under her lashes and he groans, throws open the buckle on his belt and shimmies out of his jeans. Clarke gives this annoyingly cute little clap and he rolls his eyes so he won’t smile.

“You owe me,” he says seriously as he hands over his pants and she nods as she pulls them up over her legs.

“Thank you!” She practically runs out of the room, the pants way too long but they still somehow look good on her. 

He radios for Jasper to grab him a change of clothes and when his friend walks in and sees Bellamy standing pissed off and pants-less he almost falls over from laughing. Before he can even open his mouth Bellamy holds up a hand to stop him.

“Don’t even ask,” Bellamy mumbles as he yanks the pants from Jasper’s hands.

“Don’t need to,” Jasper says, tears of laughter still glistening in his eyes. “It’s gotta be because of Clarke.”

Bellamy goes to shoo him away but before Jasper reaches the door he calls his name.

“How did you know it was about Clarke?”

Jasper looks at him like he’s an idiot, which is probably fair. “Because you’d do anything for Clarke.”

Bellamy stews on that for probably a little too long before coming to a conclusion.

He definitely would.




requested: hey, I was wondering if you could do one where reader is camila’s best friend and she meets shawn through her and all fluffy please


“y/n!” your best friend called, walking into your bedroom. “hurry
up we are going to be late!”

she walked into the room, her long black hair swaying behind her.

“i’m almost ready, give me a minute to throw my dress on.” you sighed, putting down the last makeup product you needed.

“hurry up y/n, we’re going to be late and my manager is going to kill me!” she exclaimed, throwing the burgundy velvet dress at you.

“camila, don’t worry it’ll only take me a second.”

you walked into your closet, carefully putting the velvet dress on along with a pair of nude heels to match.

camila cabello, who also happened to be your best friend, invited you to come along with her to the american music awards and you happily accepted.

you had been her biggest supporter since her fifth harmony days, and it didn’t stop just because she went solo. the two of you became best friends when you were 6 and she was 8. you were in the same dance class and had basically been inseparable since.

“okay, i’m ready.” you announced, entering your room again. “can you just zip the last part?” you asked, moving your long hair out of the way so camila could zip your dress up.

you made your way to the limo that just arrived to your house that would take you to the awards.

the ride there was spent talking, jamming to some of your favourite songs, and trying to get the nervous jitters out of your systems. you were going to be walking the red carpet with her, and you were nervous that you were going to
trip or something.

“oh y/n,” she said as you stepped out of the limo. “there’s someone i want to introduce you to later.”

you groaned, knowing she was trying to set you up with someone again. normally camila’s set-ups didn’t turn out well.

“trust me, you’re going to like this one. i promise.”

“it better not be another 27 year
old,” you said, smoothing your dress before stepping onto the red carpet with camila.

“that was one time y/n!”

you stood to the side as she posed
for pictures and watched as she was able to turn in every direction that a cameraman was yelling her name.

you weren’t sure how she did it, if that many people were screaming at you and all those flashes were in your face you were almost positive you would have an anxiety attack.

after about half an hour of watching camila pose for pictures, talk to various interviewers, and her introducing you to her celebrity friends, it was finally time to go in the arena.

camila wasn’t performing tonight, but she was nominated for a few categories which you hoped she won. in a way, you were thankful that she wasn’t performing, if she was performing would would be by yourself surrounded by celebrities and some of your idols.

“oh perfect!” she exclaimed as you were escorted to your assigned tables. “we’re at a table with the guy i want you to meet, but i think he’s performing first so you’ll have to wait.”

you rolled your eyes, taking your seat beside your best friend. you had the feeling that whoever she was going to set you up with would be a disaster.

once again, you sat in silence and watched as camila talked to a few more celebrities. of course she introduced you, but you really had
nothing to contribute to the conversation, and it’s not like they were interested in your life anyways.

the lights dimmed in the venue as the tune to a familiar song you heard on the radio a few times had begun.

the singer stepped towards the mic and started the song. you definitely knew this song from the radio but you didn’t know what it was called, all you knew was that he was better live.

“that,” camila whispered, leaning close to you. “is the guy.”

your eyes widened as you got a better look at his face, you had to admit, he was definitely attractive.

“and,” she continued. “he’s your age.”

you smiled, secretly hoping this one turned out well.

“you already like him.” she smirked, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms.

you shook your head as the lights turned back on and the show was on commercial break. camila told you shawn would be returning back to the table soon and it just so happened to be the only seat available was next to you.

you were absentmindedly scrolling through your instagram account waiting for the show to start when camila practically jumped out of her seat.

“shawn!” she greeted, pulling the tall boy in for a hug. “i missed you, it’s been so long!”

you smiled as they had a small conversation. once again, you had no purpose in their conversation so you resumed scrolling through instagram.

“oh shawn, i want you to meet someone.” she pulled him towards you. “this is my best friend y/n. y/n, this is shawn mendes.”

you shyly smiled at him, finally standing up from your seat. even though you were standing he was still a good 6 inches taller than you.

“hi, i’m shawn.” he held his hand out for you to shake.

you blushed, tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear.

“y/n.” you shook his hand quickly before sitting down again. you hated that you were so shy, but you couldn’t help it.

shawn took the empty seat next to you as the lights dimmed, the show starting again.

they were announcing one of the categories camila was nominated for, when they said her name she nervously grabbed your hand. you have her a reassuring smile, you knew she was going to win this.

when the announcer called her name, she squealed hugging you and shawn before making her way to the stage. you clapped and cheered for her the same way you would’ve if you were at
home watching her on tv. she quickly made her acceptance speech, thanked everyone and her fans and she was ushered off. a few more awards were announced before commercial again.

you noticed shawn had been staring at you since camila’s name was announced.

“is there something on my face?” you ask, suddenly feeling insecure.

“no, why would you ask?” shawn said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“you were kind of staring at me.” you managed to say, your shyness taking over again.

shawn’s eyes widened as you caught him off guard. “oh, uh, i think you’re cute.” he stuttered a bit. “i mean, the way you cheered for camila was cute. i like your, uh, supportiveness.”

you giggled, “i don’t think that’s a word.”

shawn continued to talk to you, it was like he took a genuine interest in what you had to say. which you were surprised, no celebrity has ever done that.

unfortunately, the award show came to an end and it was time for camila to drag you to the afterparty. you hoped shawn was going too, you didn’t want to leave him just yet.

“y/n!” camila returned to the table while you were still having a conversation with shawn about school. “you ready for the after party?”

you groaned, partly because she interrupted you and partly because you didn’t want to go. “no.”

she rolled her eyes, “it’s going to be fun y/n, don’t be such a grandma.”

she grabbed your arm, pulling you up from for seat. shawn looked just as disappointed as you did.

“shawn are you coming too?” camila asked, letting go of your arm finally.

“i don’t think so, they aren’t really my thing.” he said, “i was actually
hoping to steal y/n away for a bit, maybe skip the party?”

you nodded, thankful that you didn’t have to attend that party. you knew you would’ve done nothing there anyways, especially since you didn’t know anyone there.

“bye, you two kids have fun!” camila called as you walked away. “and be safe, use protection!”

you shook your head at her comment as shawn led you out of the building. luckily he chose a different exit and you weren’t swarmed by fans. there were a few, which you didn’t mind since you weren’t surrounded.

a fan came up to shawn to ask for a picture which he accepted.

“is that your girlfriend?” she asked once they took the picture. “she’s pretty.”

shawn chuckled, “isn’t she? but no she isn’t my girlfriend.”

you smiled at the ground, not wanting them to see your red cheeks.

after about half an hour of walking around, shawn offered to drive you home. you knew camila was probably partying her ass off and she was most likely drunk so he was your only option of getting home.

you gave him the directions to your small apartment, arriving sooner than you thought. it was early morning so there was no LA traffic thankfully.

“wait y/n,” shawn grabbed your hand before you could get
out of the car. “i, i want to ask you something.

"oh, yeah sure, ask away.” you winced at how awkward your answer was.

“would you maybe want to go out with me? i would love to maybe one day see your pretty face cheer for me like you did with camila earlier.”

 EVERY STEP OF THE WAY (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: Bellamy an reader imagine where reader is pregnant with Bellamy’s baby after a drunken night an reader confess to him that its his an he wants to raise it with her but they dont tell eachother how they feel. Murphy is both their best friend and teases bellamy about situation cause he is the god father.Then one of the hundred tries to kill her an they confess. With fluff


A/N: hi I decided to make it as a grounder tries to kill her just because i couldn’t think of any reason or situation why one of the 100 would xoxo hope u like it

Today is the day it was suddenly real. For a while, the thought of having Bellamy had taken over your senses. You’re not sure if it was your survival mode kicking in, being on the ground and everything, or if you just needed to stop gawking over the 100′s leader. 

You had wrestled with your inappropriate thoughts of Bellamy to the point that you actively avoided being alone with him. He didn’t notice much, but he could tell something about you was off. And he wanted to know what it was.

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The Best/Worst Wingman

Rating: K+

Word Count: 3232

Pairings: White Rose, Bumbleby (background)

Summary: The lesson here is to never take advice from Yang. Even if it works.

Notes: So about that secondary account where I’d upload all my non-LL fics? Eh, forget about it. It didn’t really go anywhere, so I figured: forget it. I don’t write a whole lot of non-LL fics anyway, so I’ll just keep posting them here.

Link: (FFN) | (AO3)

“Hey Weiss.” Yang was laying on the floor of team RWBY’s dorm room, playing around with Zwei. Both Ruby and Blake were out of the room, which left her alone with Weiss. It was the perfect opportunity to relay some important information. “I learned something really important yesterday.”

Weiss sighed and lowered the book she was reading, looking down at Yang. “And what might that be?”

“Someone has a big ol’ crush on Ruby.”

“Huh.” Weiss went right back to reading her book, though she felt less comfortable than before. Who had a crush on Ruby? They had some nerve, thinking they were good enough for her. It was probably some idiot like Jaune, or… or Blake. She knew better than to trust a member of the White Fang.

“In fact…” Yang set Zwei down and moved over towards Weiss, leaning in conspiratorially. “That person is in this group.” Weiss started to blush, getting a sinking feeling that she knew exactly what Yang was talking about. Like hell would she admit it, though.

“Well I hope she and Blake are happy, then.” Despite knowing that Yang could see the blush burning on her face, she kept reading her book and pretending that the truth wasn’t the most obvious thing on the planet. She couldn’t even concentrate on her book. “If that’s all you have to tell me, then please let me continue reading.”

“Oh Weiss, you’re adorable when you’re lying.” She ruffled Weiss’s hair, making her recoil in annoyance. “Between you and me, aliens could see your crush from space.”

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William Nylander - Don’t Go to Sleep Angry (Requested)

Originally posted by marntthews

A/N: Gif selection was totally selfish on my part, I really just want to lick his abs.

Warnings: yelling/ arguing 

Word Count: 838

Request: Hey can you do a William Nylander where you guys get into a fight and make up? Thanks!

“Can you just talk to me Y/N!” William yelled at you from across your bedroom, his hair awry from him running his hands through it in frustration

“I told you I need space,him” you said as you got ready for bed. You figured if you stayed calm and went on as normal maybe Willy would calm down too and realize giving you space was the best thing he could do right now.  

“You also told me that we shouldn’t go to sleep angry at each other” he answered and cross his arms, not budging from his spot beside the bed as you came out of the bathroom in your pajamas. He reminded you of a toddler, a 6-foot tall toddler. 

“I wouldn’t be going to bed angry if you bothered to show up to our dinner date. You know the one you planned for our anniversary, the one you told me not to be late for yesterday. Do you know how embarrassing that was to just sit there waiting for you? The worst part of it all is when I called you-you were hanging out with Mitch and Auston and seemed bothered by my call. So I think it’s perfectly okay for me to be angry with you right now. If you would just give me space like I asked you to then maybe I would calm down and we could talk about this but you keep pushing me” you exploded, pulling the blankets on the bed back and crawling in. Willy didn’t say a word as you got in and rolled over so that your back was to him. 

“I’m really sorry, ” Willy said quietly before grabbing his pillow and the small blanket at the end of the bed and heading for the living room. Once he was gone and you had time to cool down you just started to cry.  You know that he has a busy schedule and that planning things mid-season is sometimes difficult but it was his idea to go for a nice dinner for your anniversary and he’s the one who made the reservation. Usually, you were okay with a quiet night in together so him stepping it up made it really exciting. You got yourself all dressed up and headed to the restaurant where he was supposed to meet you after his afternoon charity things and he left you there waiting for almost thirty minutes. When he finally answered his phone and realized that he fucked up he had nothing to say besides he forgot and made plans with the guys by mistake. You just told him to have a good night before hanging up and heading home. He was waiting at home when you got back, he tried to say something but you couldn’t hear anything, you were just so hurt and angry and stomped away. 

You tried to sleep but kept tossing and turning all night. This wasn’t something new for you but usuall, when you were restless Willy would wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest and tell you a story until you relaxed enough to fall asleep.  You were about to get up and get some water when you heard the door open and Willy shuffle in. He didn’t say anything for a moment so you just sat up and brought your knees to your chest. 

“Look I’m really sorry,” he said quietly, breaking the awkward silence in the room “I messed up, I messed up royally. This is probably one of the worst screw-ups I’ve ever had and you’ve stuck with me through a lot worse. I love you okay, I love you more than anything and I know you love me because you’ve dealt with me for the last 3 years. I’m not promising I’ll get better but I’m promising you that I’ll always love you. Now please I’ve heard you rolling around all night so just let me come back to bed and hold you” he said almost breathlessly. 

“Okay,” you said and pulled back the covers on his side. 

“Okay?” he asked probably thinking you would yell at him some more.  

“Yeah, I’m tired and I do love you very much and I know you love me so come back into bed and hold me and then tomorrow you’re taking me to a fancy dinner. Also, you’re driving so there’s no way you can forget.” You said as he finally moved into the bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pull you to his chest. You knew it a mistake and one that you were rightfully angry for but fighting with Willy was something you hated. 

“There was once this beautiful princess who fell in love with a really disorganized toad who had great hair” Willy whispered in your ear. 

“You do have great hair” you giggled.  

“This isn’t about us, yeah you could be a pretty princess but I am nowhere near as ugly as a toad” Willy smirked before continuing his fairy-tale remix of your romance story.

The Trojan War & @wolfpupy tweets

Paris : it may have been a controversial decision but i dare any one who disagrees with me to go away and not talk to me about it

Helen : one of these days i will float up off into damn space and no one can stop me, not even gravity or nasa

Hector : the best way to solve problems is to create more problems until you are dead

Odysseus : instead of saying what you are all thinking i say what everyone would be thinking if they were as cerebrally intelligent as me

Achilles : im well aware that ive accidently set myself on fire and its none of your business. i dont need your pity water either. let me burn in peace

Patroclus : hey kids, i know youre struggling right now but im here to tell you, everything gets worse forever

Menelaus : everyone who died or was killed on my quest to get really good hair and fashion sense deserved it and i dont care

Agamemnon : i give a voice to the people that you can never hear from because i am talking so loudly over the top of whatever they are saying

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Request- I don’t know, I might be the only one that wants to see this, but would u be interested in writing a namjoon smut where he lets his girl take control? If only for a little bit. I would love to see joonie begging while his girl has her way with him. Also unpopular opinion here, I don’t like daddy kink, so can u please leave that out? 

Sorry this took so long. I hope you enjoy! 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes, you have been warned!! 

Originally posted by rapnamu

You wanted to spend the night in the comfort of your and Namjoon’s shared apartment. But, no, Namjoon insisted on going to Hoseok’s party, even though he has one every week. You went without a complaint, knowing you always have fun at Hoseok’s parties. 

You expected to be having a laugh with your friends, not watching your boyfriend flirt with some blonde. Right in front of you. You could feel the anger building up, along with the jealousy. The blonde put her hand on Namjoon’s thigh, a little to high for your liking. You were an inch away from getting up to show her whose Namjoon’s girl is. By bitch slapping her of course. 

But no, you were extremely jealous, but also hurt. How could Namjoon flirt with a girl, and right in front you an your friends. You took another look at them, her laughing hysterically, you made eye contact with Namjoon, who instantly froze. Your eyes were ice cold. 

You decided not to sit and watch this play out, you got up and excused yourself from the group of people you were conversing with. You made a b-line for the front door. Downing your drink and walking out, calling a taxi. 

“Y/N!” You heard Namjoon shout after you, you just rolled your eyes and kept walking. His calls got louder, his foot steps nearing. He grabs a hold of your shoulder, halting your quick passe, stepping in front of you. 

“What?!” You said with a lot anger lacing your voice then intended. Namjoon gaped, opening and closing his mouth for a moment. 

“I.. I know what you think you saw in there, but its not what it looks like seriously. We were just talking.” Namjoon puts his hands on your hips, trying to bring you close to him, but you push him away. 

“Do you think I’m blind? Or, fucking stupid for that matter. I have eyes Namjoon, You know I can tell when your flirting, ‘cause its the same way you do it with me, which kinda hurts.” You glare at him, his stupid perfect face that you just couldn’t resist. 

“The only person I flirt with is you. The only person I want to be with is you, baby. I wasn’t flirting, I was trying to be nice. She must have took it the wrong way. I love you, I would never do anything to hurt you okay.” Namjoon eyes are soft, you almost pitied how sad his eyes looked. 

“Why should I believe you?” You question, averting your gaze away from his sad eyes. Knowing well you’d melt. 

“Because I’m out here asking you not to leave me, not to lock me out. When the only place I want to be is with you cuddling in bed.” Namjoon smiles, placing his hands on your waist, swaying you. “Y/N, I love you so much.” 

“I love you too.” You mumbled, Namjoon grabbed your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. Pulling you along to a taxi rank. 

When you got home, Namjoon took you to bed, he held you close. Telling you how much he loved you. But all that was in your head was, putting your plan into action when he’s asleep. Which didn’t take long. 

You quietly pad over to Namjoon’s closet pulling out two ties. You walk back over to the bed, seeing your boyfriend peacefully sleeping, thinking to yourself, not for long. You straddle his waist, lifting one arm up to the bed post and tying it and his wrist together. You did the same to the other wrist, making sure they wouldn’t come lose. 

You smirked to your self proudly. He made your life so easy, by sleeping in his boxers. You striped him of his boxers, the cold air hitting him. You kiss the tip, swirling your tongue around it a few times, slowly pumping him up and down. You can feel him getting harder with every pump. It isn’t all before he’s fully hard, and you take him in your mouth. 

“B-Baby, what are you d-doing?” Namjoon stirs awake, looking down at you. 

“Joonie, I’m punishing you, for being a little shit earlier. And to show you that you’re mine. No hoe bag can have you.” You sweetly smile, taking him in your mouth again, bobbing your head up and down. You can hear the bed post bang, you look up to see Namjoon with a confused look on his face. 

“You tied me up? That’s not how it works, baby. I tie you up.” He frowns, giving the bed post another tug. You come off him with a pop. 

“Yeah, no. Not tonight. I’m in charge, and if you want to come tonight you would want to start begging. Namjoon’s eyes widen. You start to tease his tip, swirling you tongue around it, grazing it with your teeth. Namjoon moans, his head falling back against the pillows. 

“Please stop teasing.” Namjoon mumbles out. Namjoon at this point would usually be holding onto your head, face fucking you how he please, but not today. 

“Oh, sorry honey you want me to stop.” You halt all movements. “I told you Joonie, if you want to come beg.” You lean up to whisper the last part in his ear. You pull back to see a stunned Namjoon. You get off the bed, slowly stripping your self of your clothes. You can see Namjoon gulp hard, his hands tugging on his restrains again.

 You climb back on the bed to straddle his hips, you start to rub your pussy up against his dick. The excitement of being in charge had you dripping wet. You slowly pushed him into you, he was as deep as you could get him in. But you didn’t move. You were groping your breasts when Namjoon hips bucked into you. Your hands landed on his chest to steady yourself, you giggle. You lean down to his ear.

“Ah, ah, ah, Joonie. You didn’t say the magic words.” You giggle, placing a kiss on the nape of his neck. 

“Fuck, Y/N. Please move, please fuck me. Please, baby.” Namjoon pleads, wiggling his hips a little beneath you. You were getting a little impatient yourself, starting to bounce up and down on Namjoon’s dick. 

“Fuck.” Namjoon whispers under his breath. You keep up with a fast pace, bouncing up and down. You look down to see Namjoon watching your breasts bounce as you move. You put your hand between your legs and start to rub your clit. Adding to your pleasure. You moan out, feeling Namjoon’s dick twitch inside you. 

“Do you want to cum?” You question. Namjoon quickly nods, you lean down to his ear again, nipping his ear lope between your teeth. “Then beg.” 

“Fuck, Y/N please! Please let me cum, baby. I want to feel you clenching around me, as your pussy milks me dry. Please..” Namjoon cry’s out. Your satisfied, so you start to bounce on top of him again. Swirling your hips a little, making him moan out your name. 

“Namjoon.” You pant out, as your orgasm wracks through your body. You continue to bounce on Namjoon, feeling his seed fill up up. You still bounce, over simulating him. 

“Fuck, baby. Are you trying to kill me?!” Namjoon pants out. You slowly stop, collapsing on top of him. Your breathing his heavy for a few minutes, before you roll off him. 

You walk into the bathroom cleaning to cum up, putting a pair of panties and a t-shirt on. You walk out to Namjoon, his eyes following your every move. You clean him off, throwing the tissue in the bin. You get on the bed, straddling him to untie him. 

Once his wrists are free, he sits up wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your are nose to nose with him, staring into his eyes. 

“Baby… I’m always going to be yours, okay? No one else’s, only yours. I love you, you really don’t need to worry.” Namjoon kisses the tip of your nose. 

“I know.. I just get scared some times, that when I wake up.. you won’t be there anymore.” You look down to avoid his gaze. 

“Hey.” He moves his head to follow your eyes. “Why would I ever leave you, you’re amazing. What other girl would be crazy enough to tie me up in my sleep to give me head as a punishment?” His hands stroke your hair. “I’m sorry I upset you.” He says softly, placing kisses on your cheeks. 

“The punishment was not being able to touch me.” You whine, glaring at him. He just wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you down on the bed with him. He wraps snuggles his head into your chest, laying on your breasts. 

“It was a horrible punishment, not being able to touch you. So let’s not do that again.” 

“I dunno, I kinda liked being in control.” 

I hope this is what you wanted. I never down dom reader before, so I dunno. I hope its okay. This also turned out a little more angst then intended, opps.

Thank you for reading! Feed back in really appreciated. 

-Admin Abe x

Wait, she understands? (College! AU)

Jun x reader (ft. Minghao)

synopsis: Jun and Minghao were having a conversation in Chinese and indirectly told you that Jun has a crush on you -without knowing that you had Chinese lessons since the age of 6. “(Chinese to English translations are in the brackets)”

word count: 1329

genre: fluff fluffy fluff // College! AU

It was unusual for the library to be this packed during school hours: sounds of doorsteps shuffling across the floor, students whispering to each other, padded bangs of books closing, and the dull beeping sound of books being borrowed. Nobody ever care that this place existed before, why is there suddenly so many people today? You thought as your gaze wandered around the library hall, searching for your friend who asked you to join her in the library to finish some homework.

Grabbing your shoulder from behind, your friend had already spotted you, she called “Y/N! Hey, we’re sitting over there.” She greeted you while pointing towards the table around the corner, with only two empty seats. “Ugh, the library is so packed today. All because of that new foreign kid.”


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teamelementaldorks  asked:

Request: Can I get some Azura x Ryoma? I always had a headcanon that if Ryoma has trouble sleeping, Azura will sing for him to try to relax him so he can sleep, so if you need an idea, there's one. But hey, draw whatever you want for this ship, I just want to see more content for it.

Since it’s Ryoma’s Birthday I decided to do this request in particular (and I think it’s the only one I’m doing today bc I’m dying—)

Your idea was super CUTE, and I tried to give it justice as best as I could! It made me feel happy while doing it, and I hope you are going to like it! Thanks for this sweet request.  Idek how to draw Ryoma’s hair tbh,forgive me.

Breaking Protocol

Written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Negan writing challenge part 2.

Prompt: Sheriff Negan

Characters: Negan x OFC (Evelyn)

Warnings: Smut, fluff

Summary: Evelyn, a former FBI agent and her son are kindapped only to be reunited with her old flame, a CIA agent named Negan who she thought was dead.

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from afar pt two // jughead jones au

from afar // the one with the ten hour drive


summary: (Y/N) needs a wedding date. jughead is the only one available. small problem- they aren’t on good terms.

words: 1201

(((author’s note: i’ll try to release new parts daily but i don’t even know if you’re all enjoying this but i’m loving writing this so i’m sorry, you’ll have to put up with new parts whilst i avoid writing the final part for the parent trap. i hope you enjoy reading this part.)))

“Stop switching stations.” (Y/N) grumbled, keeping her eyes on the road.

“Stop switching stations.” Jughead mimicked her voice, causing her to let out a scoff. Using her right hand, (Y/N) switched off the car radio.

The pair sat in silence for awhile, the only noise was the other cars on the highway passing by. (Y/N) let out a groan as Jughead proceeded to switch the radio back on and flick through the stations, increasing the volume every time he did so, purposely trying to get a rise out of (Y/N).

“Can you please stop?” she groaned “Use the bloody AUX cord.”

“No, can do. Tryna save my battery.”

“I’m going to rip my hair out.” she mumbled under her breath.

“Hey, babe?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Sorry, sweet cheeks.”

“Don’t call me that either.”

“Well, sweetheart, I need to call you something otherwise we won’t be very believable.”

“Why’d you agree to help?”

“I love to see you crash and burn.”

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A Little Human Kindness, part 3


Part 2



“Are you fucking serious?”

You woke, startled and disoriented. You looked around, confused as to why you were on the couch. A brightly colored childish cartoon flashed on the TV screen.

And then you remembered.

Turning, you saw Dean standing behind the couch, glowering down at you. “Morning to you too, Grumpypants.”

“That asshole took your room? Kicked you to the curb?”

“Relax, Dean,” you said, sitting up and running a hand through your hair. “I gave him my room of my own free will. I was going to crash in one of the extra rooms but then I got distracted by something on TV and then I just… fell asleep.” You reached over and grabbed the remote, clicking the television off.

“You’re unbelievable,” Dean said, heading for the kitchen.

You flipped the bird behind you. Yawning, you stood and headed down the hall to your room.

“You look like hell,” Sam said, passing you.

“What is it with you Winchesters and insulting me so damn early in the morning?”


“Your brother already chewed me out for sleeping on the couch. Give me a few minutes before laying into me, okay?”

“I… what?”

You said nothing, simply heading on your way. When you got to your room, you carefully knocked on the door.

It opened almost immediately.

“Y/N,” Lucifer said, smiling down at you slightly.

“Hey, sorry to barge in like this. Hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, of course not. I… I don’t sleep much.”

You nodded, stepping into the room. “Well, I’ll be out of your hair in a sec. I just need to grab some clothes and then we can go get breakfast.”

“Oh. I’ll just… leave you to it then.”

“No, no,” you said. “If Dean finds you out by yourself, no telling what he’ll do. Just… turn around.”

Lucifer stood with his back to you as you stripped out of your PJs and pulled on clean clothes. “Okay,” you said, stepping over to him and reaching around him for the door. “Let’s go! What are you thinking? Pancakes? Eggs? Coffee cake?”

“How… how did you get dressed so quickly?” Lucifer asked, following you down the hall.

“You’d be surprised how many times we’ve had to run out of a motel because Dean tried to have a one-night stand with some girl a few rooms down.”

Dean scowled up at you as you led Lucifer into the kitchen. “Enjoy your evening?”

“Dean,” Sam said, not even bothering to raise his eyes from the newspaper.

Dean grumbled slightly. “What’s for breakfast?”

“That’s what I was just asking Lucifer about.” You turned to him. “What sounds good?”

Lucifer glanced over at Dean. “Um… I’m good with whatever.”

“Eggs. Bacon. Hashbrowns. Toast. All covered in gravy.”

“Wasn’t asking you, Dean.”

“That’s fine with me,” Lucifer said quietly.

You sighed, knowing that you would never get him to make a decision on his own with Dean in the room. You set about making breakfast and soon, heaping plates were set in front of all three men. Dean attacked it with vigor as if he hadn’t eaten in three days. Lucifer ate slowly, as did Sam.

“So,” Dean said, once his plate was mostly clean. “How long are you planning on staying here?”

“I… hadn’t thought about it,” Lucifer said. “But I suppose I am in your hair…”

“Don’t you dare,” you said. “Don’t let this green-eyed monster get into your head. You are welcome here as long as you desire.”

“So long as it’s by tomorrow. Sooner, if you’d like.”

“Right.” Lucifer stood, carrying his plate to the sink. “Thank you for your hospitality, Y/N. Sorry to have put you gentlemen out.” With that, he stepped from the kitchen.

“Lucifer!” You stood, shooting a look at Dean. “Way to go, asshat.” You ran out into the hall, finding Lucifer climbing the stairs to the front door. (How was he so quick?) “Lucifer, wait!”

Lucifer paused, letting you catch up to him. “It doesn’t matter, Y/N. It is obvious that I have overstayed my welcome. I doubt I even had a welcome to begin with.”

“Don’t let Dean bully you into leaving.”

“It’s fine. Really. I’ve got a place of my own. I can stay there for a while. Soon I’ll talk to my dad and… I’m sure things will work out.”

“Lucifer, if you’re not ready to go back, you can–”

“Y/N, it’s fine. I have to go back at some point, right? Might as well be today.” Lucifer smiled down at you. “I can’t thank you enough for the kindness you’ve shown me. Perhaps humans are not all… horrible.”

That was the highest compliment you’d ever received. “Well, I can’t hold you here against your will. But please don’t hesitate to return if you need anything.”

Better For Me (Part 7B)

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha (Reader sometimes calls her Natalia), Sam Wilson, let’s just say everyone in the fuckin compound lmao
Warnings: Swearing, cocky!Bucky, sexual tension, eventual smut, it’s a slow buuuurn
Summary: You meet one of New York’s richest Bachelor’s. He’s hot, he’s rich, and he’s an absolute fucking asshole. Luckily for you, you’re an asshole too and you could take a challenge any day. Within the first 24 hours of knowing each other, you’ve already pushed each other over breaking point. But when something comes up, you’re both forced to try and get along. Can it be possible?
Word Count: 3.5K+
Chapter Summary:
Baby Romanogers is born and they’ve named him Aaron James, AJ for short. You’re connected to Bucky because you’re both godparents. AJ’s christening comes around and a little promise is broken.
A/N: I firmly believe that a person who you can’t laugh with while trying to have/having sex is not the right person 😊 I ALSO PASSED 1.5K!!!! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!!! IF YOU HAVE SUGGESTIONS ON HOW TO CELEBRATE PLEASE DROP THEM IN MY ASK BOX OR MESSAGE MEEEEE YAY!!! <3 <3 <3


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Cutting Sam’s Hair

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam asks you to cut his hair and you get a bit nervous.

Words: 750 something

Warnings: none, just fluff.  Sam’s hair wasn’t harmed in the process.

A/N: I started writing this for a request and I realized I wrote something else lol, but I like how this ended. Hope y’all like this!

Cutting Sam’s Hair

You were sitting on your bed against the headboard reading a book when Sam came in and sat next to you.

“Hey, baby,” he kissed you.

“Hey Sammy,” you smiled on his lips.

“Are you busy?” he asked.

“For you, I’m never busy” you stated and smiled.

“I need you to do me a favor,” he grabbed your hands.

“Depends on what kind of favor,”  you answered.

“Can you cut my hair?” he wondered.

“Why? Can’t you go to a hairdresser or a barber?” you pointed out.

“The last time I’ve been at a barber shop, the man suggested me to cut it,” he said seriously.

“Well, I always tell you to give it a trim once in awhile, so-”

“To cut all of it,” he cut you off.

“Oh my god, called 911 we have an attempt of murder,” you teased.

“It’s not funny, it took me years to get it like this.”

“I’m not joking, I envy your hair, cutting it will be a crime,” you stated seriously.

“So, you’ll do it?” he asked excitedly.

“I don’t- Are you sure you want me with a pair of scissors near your neck?” you asked nervously.

“I trust you with my life,” he stated.

“I don’t trust my own life to myself, are you nuts?” you frowned.

“C’mon, Y/N/N…” he pleaded.

“Sam, baby, I’m a disaster, what would happen if I cut more than I’m supposed to?” you grimaced.

“It’ll grow again,” he pointed out.

“Sam, I don’t-”

“Please,” he begged me giving me his puppy eyes.

You groaned, “Fine.”

“Great,” he gushed, smiling and getting up. “I have everything prepared in the bathroom. Let’s go.”

You groaned again and followed him to the bathroom. He brought a chair to sit down, which was smart given the fact that you barely reach his shoulders, he placed a hair comb, a cup and a pair of scissors.

“You knew you were going to convince me, didn’t you, smarty pants?“ you observed.

He shrugged, “I had a feeling.”

“Right. Sit down and let’s get on with this before I regret it, moose,” you commanded.

He sat on the chair and leaned back, relaxing on the sink. You opened the tap and waited for the water to heat a little, then opening the cold one to get it luke-warm. You grabbed the cup, filled it and then poured it on his hair. You repeated this until it was completely damp. You squeezed it carefully and push him a little by the shoulders to let him know you wanted him to sit straight. You grabbed a towel and put it around his shoulders so it wouldn’t wet his shirt.

He flashed you the sweetest smile and you felt a little bit more confident about this. You took a hold of the scissors in one hand and the hair comb on the other one. You took a deep breath, and with a long exhale you started to comb his hair first. He closed his eyes, relaxing into the motion. When it was all straight pulled to the back, you picked a small lock between your fingers, combed it, grabbed it between two of your fingers again, and calculated an inch distance and holding your breath, you cut it.

You repeated the action a few more times, checking carefully that you were cutting them at the right distance. Then, your job was done. You picked the towel, shook it a little to throw every chunk of hair to the floor and used it to pass it through Sam’s hair and dry it a little. And finally, everything was done.

“Huh” you huffed, admiring your job. “I did it!” you cheered lifting your hands in the air.

Sam got up and looked himself in the mirror and made an approval look. He turned around and smiled at you.

“Looks like you were right all along. Are you happy?” you asked grinning at him.

“Very,” he grabbed you by the waist. “I knew you’d do an amazing job. How much do I have to pay for this great hair cut?” he teased.

“Um…” you pretended to be thinking, “A thousand kisses”

“Do I have to pay you now?”

“Now… Tonight… In lifetime installments…” You got on your tiptoes and hugged him by his shoulders, “It’s your choice.”

“In lifetime sounds good,” he said and leaned down to kiss you.

The Parker Twins 2: Super-Suit - Peter Parker x twinsister!Reader

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Words: 2006
Pairing: Peter Parker x twinsister!Reader
Featuring: Aunt May and OC Dave Hogh
Warnings: Swearing, talk of robbery,  talk of guns, fighting
Requested: kinda
Author’s Note: Soooo this was a collab with Jadyn, or @jaderbugz // @imaginingadifferentlife and we had a ton of fun. It’s kiiinda a part three but really could be a part two. but i had so so so much fun writing this XD I can just imagine (heh) this being an actual thing anf that makes me so happy. Tom, you wanna do a short film for me?

Total Opposites (kinda part one) Parker Twins One

Masterlist. Request List.

Please remember requests are closed at the moment! :)

“Hey, May,” You started, stopping her from cooking spaghetti, “Do you think aliens have dicks?”

She stifled out a laugh, “Watch your mouth! But wouldn’t it make sense that they do?” Then she cocked an eyebrow, “Where did that come from?”

You shrugged, “Peter and I have thought long and hard about that question.”

May looked back down at the spaghetti, “Good to know.”

You grabbed the chips all three of you liked and dumped them into a bowl. You walked into the small living room and set the bowl on the coffee table, right by where you were going to set up the first board game of the night. Sorry was the chosen game, and since Peter was being the dork he is and probably doing homework, you were the one who got to choose.

You walked over to the door of your bedroom and knocked on the door. “Peter! Come on, dinner and games soon!”

“Give me a few minutes!” He called out.

May walked out of the kitchen with her purse. “I have to head to the store for more marinara sauce; we ran out. You and Peter keep an eye on the spaghetti and let’s not burn the kitchen,” May smiled.

“I won’t burn the kitchen, but Peter…” May raised her eyebrow at this, “We’ll be fine.”

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Engraved pt. 6

<– Engraved 5 | Engraved 7 –>

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost)
Words: 5141
Warnings: swearing, mentioning of dicks
Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Kai X Reader, slight Chen X Reader

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Xiumin pov

“Why do you always chose her side?!” Yixing yelled at him, standing in front of his desk. Minseok was leaning back in his chair, waiting for his friend to calm down. “Every single time I get into a fight with her, you pick her side! I get sent away and she doesn’t even get a warning!” He slammed his hands on the table. “Aren’t you aware of what she did? All she’s done to us? What she’s ruined? You’re bringing that filth into our home like she belongs here! But she doesn’t, she’s poison! You saw that happened to D.O., they got into a dangerous fight FOR HER! Why would you do that? Don’t you care? You and I both know that it’s only a matter of time befo-“
“SHUT UP!” Xiumin yelled, suddenly, anger spilling over. 

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(Sebastian Stan X Reader)

A/N: This is open the mature side because the setting is in a burlesque club so anyone under 17, fuck off - but I’m not here to police you, so read at your own expense. Anywho, kinda similar to Pretty Python with Bucky as far as the reader coming from a not so accepted work - in this case, she’s a burlesque dancer, and not a cam girl. But enjoy and tell me what you think.

Summary: Sebastian, Chris Evans, and Anthony Mackie decides to pay a visit to a burlesque club to visit and support an old mutual friend who used to be in charge of the costumes of the Avengers and Captain America movies. Anywho, they come just in time to chat for a few minutes and get themselves situated with drinks and such and catching up with the friend, and then the legendary Y/N “Bunny” L/N walks up on stage, in God knows how expensive ass stilettos, a black, fitted strapless romper, with matching black bunny tail and bunny ears.

Warnings: 17+; Sexual feelings, maybe. Sultry looks. - Um, the setting is in a burlesque club, that should be warning enough people. But enjoy!

Word Count: approx.

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just-a-small-drew  asked:

I am in desperate need of part 3 of your 707 and MC drama fanfic

Author’s note: WARNING: minor spoilers for 707′s route I PROMISE I’LL RESOLVE THIS WITH FLUFF IN PART FOUR aka the last part!! also I’m super tired so sorry for any grammar/ spelling mistakes ♥ Confused? here’s part 1 and part 2

Part 3

Damn, my head hurts like crazy.

Seven sat up in his bed and pinched the bridge of his nose. When he pulled the covers off, he felt an unfamiliar breeze.

What the hell? Where my pants? I must have-

“Good morning sleepy head!”

He looked up and rubbed his eyes, grabbing his glasses.


She scoffed, placing a hand on her hip. “With all you had to drink last night, I’m surprised you remember me, Saeyoung.”

“Yeah, I-wait. How the hell do you know my real name?”

She bent down and picked up his pants, tossing them in his direction. “Last night was fun. Let’s do it again sometime.”

“Last night? Shit, did we-”

“You’ll have to figure that out for yourself. See you around, Sae-I mean, Seven.”

She winked, and walked out of his bedroom, closing the door behind her.


Seven scrambled to put his pants on, attempting to walk and pull them up at the same time. When he finally buttoned his jeans and opened his bedroom door, she was already gone.

“DAMN IT!” Seven kicked an empty Dr. Pepper can across the room. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned to go back to his room, when something caught his eye.

Is that… her bra?

He approached the undergarment, carefully picking it up. His hand clenched in a fist around it as he repeatedly he hit his forehead.



He stopped and looked at his door. Maybe she came back?


Seven jogged over to the door and cracked it wide enough to see who it was.

You saw the edge of his glasses peak out from behind the door. “Seven?”

“M-MC, what are you doing here?”

“…I just came to see how you were.”

You gave him your best ‘I’m trying not to yell at you’ smile.

Seven glanced back at his messy living room. “I wasn’t expecting any… visitors.”

You bit your lip. “So I’m a visitor at my own house now?”

He swung open the door. “You’re right… sorry.”

“That’s okay,” you sighed, “it was-”

You stopped mid-sentence when you saw what he was holding. Seven furrowed his brows. What is she staring at?

He followed your line of sight until he was staring at his own hand. No, not his hand.

The bra.

Seven’s eyes widened, and he dropped the the article of clothing. “MC, It’s not-”



Seven put a hand against his burning cheek. “No-”


He felt his eyes start to water. “I’m sor-”


 “P-please, just-”

“Calm down? Is that what you were going to say? Or were you just going to tell me that you never loved me again?”

Seven took in a big breath. “That’s not true, MC.”

Rolling your eyes, you gestured to the bra by his feet. “Well, actions speak louder than words.”

The two of you stared at each other in silence. When you finally had enough, you sighed.

“Goodbye, Seven.”

With that, you turned on your heel and left your ex-boyfriend standing alone in his door way. He watched as you walked away before slamming the door shut. He slid down it and buried his head in his knees. I have to find Mimi. I need her to tell me what the hell happened that night.

“Did you get it?”

Mimi chuckled. “Of course I got it. It was wayyy too easy!!!”

“Good. Now all that’s left is to go to the house.”

Seven was working like a mad man. 

On one monitor, he was running a search for anyone within 50 miles named “Mina” or “Mimi,” on another, he was analyzing the security tapes from the bar they were at last night, and on his last one, he was scanning to see if any files had been tampered with while he was sleeping.

However, he wasn’t paying attention to any of the screens; his focus was on his phone.

“Hey, MC, I know this is my 12th voicemail, but I really need you to call me back. Please. I love you.”

Seven sighed, running his hands through his hair. Why do I hurt the people I love? What the hell is wrong with me?

He shook his head and dialed your number again.

“Are you serious?”

You nodded, unable to get a word in between your sobs.

Jaehee wrapped her arm around you, giving you a tight squeeze.

“He’s gonna pay for this,” Zen growled.

Jaehee sighed before standing up.

“W-Where are you g-going?”

She grabbed her car keys off the table. “I’m just gonna head over to Seven’s and give him a little… talk.”

“Count me in,” Zen spat.

He walked out the front door, leaving you and Jaehee alone. “Stay safe, okay MC?”


“We’ll be back soon.”

She turned around and followed Zen, locking the door behind her.

Oh great, alone with my thoughts. This should be fun.

“Total file(s) that have been exported in the last 24 hours: 1”

The noise of his computer made Seven jump. He set down his phone and turned around to look at the screen. I haven’t exported anything in the past three days…

Quickly, Seven searched up the tampered file.

RFA ► Personal Address ► Jaehee Kang

What the hell? Why would Mimi look up where Jaehee lives? It’s not like-

His eyes widened.


“Jaehee, could you drive any slower?”

“I’m driving the speed limit!!”

Zen crossed his arms. “At this rate, we aren’t-”

He was cut off when he saw Seven’s car zooming past them.

“What the hell? Was that Seven?”

Jaehee rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t know, I was too busy keeping an eye on the road.”

“You’re such a boring driver!!”

“At least I’m better than Jumin.”

Eww, don’t even mention that stupid trust fund kid.”

“Whatever… I’m just going to keep driving to Seven’s. It probably wasn’t him anyways.”

But it was.


Seven sped through traffic, passing cars left and right. When he pulled into Jaehee’s driveway, he realized her car wasn’t there. Where the hell did she go?

Quickly, he turned his car off and got out, jogging toward the front door. He turned the knob. It’s unlocked?

“MC, it’s Seven, I’m coming in!”

Slowly, he walked through the door and into Jaehee’s house.


“Well, would you look at that?”

Seven whipped his head around. “Mimi? Where’s MC? I swear-”

“Don’t worry, lover boy, she’s with a friend of mine.”

He heard someone behind him clear their throat.

“Hello, Saeyoung.”

The hacker froze. I know that voice…


This week’s prompt was “promise.”

Tony has scars again.

They map his entire body and entire story he doesn’t remember living, a year of his life so full of horrors and grief he’s not even sure if he wants it back.

Steve traces his fingers over these new scars, a question settled in the furrow of his eyebrows. In his pursed lips. In distant eyes, and the slump of his shoulders.

Tony’s not sure if they can go back to how they were before. He wants to scrub his body clean, turn into the blank canvas that Extremis shaped him into, once. He wants to get rid of the scars so his body matches his mind and he gets to be free from the ghost of his missing year, so he doesn’t see Steve and feels defeated by fear.

Steve touches the RT node reverently, traces his fingers over it and lets the light slip through them. It reflects on Steve’s eyes and turns everything around them a soft, eerie blue. He shifts closer to him, cradling Tony’s nape in one hand, covering the RT with the other.

He wonders if Steve pictures the light going out. If he imagines Tony’s lungs shutting down. His heart giving up.

“Hey,” he rasps, and tried to smile for him. “I’m here. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He runs his fingers through Steve’s short hair, watched as he closes his eyes. He’s tense.

“Tony.” Steve says, voice a little rough. “I need you to promise me something.”

“Okay,” Tony stares at him, waits for Steve to find his way around words.

“I need you to promise me that you’re never, never going to try to kill– that you won’t kill yourself again.”

Slightly stunned, Tony blinks at him, opening and closing his mouth. He’s not sure what led Steve’s to this train of thought, and he doesn’t know if he wants to find out.

“I’m sure I wasn’t actually trying to—“

“Don’t lie to me,” Steve says fiercely, his grip on Tony becoming tighter. “Please, Tony.”

There’s an awkward pause between them, until Tony lets out a sigh. He hugs Steve, cradling him against his chest, Steve’s cheek resting over the cold surface of the RT.

“I promise.” He presses a kiss against Steve’s temple. Feels as his whole body shakes.

He hates himself for lying to him.

(But the truth is, Steve was gone and he was mad with grief, and he would do it again if it means getting to live without that pain.

And that’s the curse of never learning from past mistakes, of making promises he can’t keep.)