how did they reach this state

“I can fix this” (Happy Lowman)

Originally posted by rideimagines


Happy is a little (a lot) out of character.

{Curse words, implied smut just a one liner}



(Y/N) POV

“Doll I need your help” Happy said “With what Hun” I responded we were at the clubhouse alone surprisingly usually everyone is here even the croweaters but there was no one in sight. “I might have broken Tigs guitar” He said I whipped my head around to see him with a sheepish smile.

 “You what” I spoke deadly calm just like he taught me. Even he looked worried of what’s going to happen Tig was very protective of this guitar he won’t even let his brothers touch it.

“Well shit” I said he nodded “How bad did you break it” I asked “Like a lot” He stated while shrugging his shoulders “I’ll go get it” I nodded my head. I sat back down on the bar stool reaching over to get a bottle of vodka “Whatever the fuck is out there please fucking help us with the shit” I whispered before taking a swing at the bottle.

“I got it” He rasped out I turned around looking at the supposedly ‘broken guitar’ it wasn’t broken it was mangled. I choked mid-chug as I gasped for air tapping my chest to get it to pass Happy walked closer also patting my back lightly as I recovered “We’re going to need shit load of gorilla glue” Happy said. “I can fix this” He tried reassuring me  “No, honey were going to need a miracle” I said.


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Its headcanon time: Lance might be Altean!

So correct me if im wrong, and im quickly writing this bc its late and shit, but we know one thing right?

Allura is the only person that can open a wormhole.

Except… not.

If Allura would be the only one to be able to open a wormhole, how did Lance reach planet Arus?

He wouldn’t be able to.

Now, i know this might seem unlikely. The lion could’ve opened the portal too, right?

No, because that would mean that allura simply didn’t need to create wormholes, because the lion would be able to open it himself. Allura explicitly states that, even if theres enough quintessence, someone needs to manually open the portal.

We gotta keep in mind that Lance doesn’t have his “special thing”. Hes the most balanced character of all, who has the least unique qualities. Shiro has his past, Pidge their family, Keith his Galra-ness, Allura had her problems ith the Galra’s and Hunk is the cook/sweetheart (who in imo can have some more qualities too). He knows it himself, too.

Lance is, though, an extremely perceptive person, and it isnt the first time that things that he has said lead to foreshadowing (“why are the galras finding us?” “I dont know, but i bet its keiths fault” implying that keith has a relation to the galra). In episode 1, Lance literally says to keith “I’ll stick u in a wormhole!”

Foreshadowing?

Lance, too, was the one who caught Allura, who’s an Altean, and is the closest paladin to Coran. He also was the first one to activate his lion. And hes the only one sleeping in Altean robes.

Now, I’m not necessarily saying that Lance is Altean, but at least his quintessence is close to theirs. But it wouldn’t surprise me if Lance somehow has something to do with the Alteans.

Feel free to add on to this post if u found things too!

Ride (Jimin/Reader)

Prompt: Can I request a Jimin smut where you like to ride his thigh and he have fetishist for ur boobs because they’re kind of sensitive? Anyway bless this blog

Genre: Smut

Words: 1,285+

Author: Admin Em

Summary: Each moment spent with Jimin was incredibly precious to both of you. And well those precious moments had some extra special times, times where you and Jimin would be one, panting, groaning sweaty bodies moving in sync…. 

Tags: Thigh riding, slight babygirl!kink, porn with little plot, etc. 

Originally posted by sosjimin


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A Babysitting Love Affair | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys will like this as much as my first one. I kind of ramble on but please bear with me lol.
Request: could i request a zach dempsey x reader where the reader is babysitting zach’s sister, and zach haven’t met the babysitter yet and one day he goes home early and falls in love with her?

—–

“I’ll be there tomorrow morning Mrs. Dempsey.”

“Alright love, thank you so much!”

I smile as I close the door after Zach’s mom who asked me to babysit Zach’s little sister, May. She mentioned that she will have to go to Chicago for the weekend to take care of something and I was assigned to be May’s companion overnight since her brother is an extremely busy guy. The Dempseys are a close family friend, too bad I’m not really that close with Zach or May. It’s probably because we go to different high schools and it doesn’t really help that I can be anti-social at times. I know nothing about them, and they know nothing about me in return so it’s all good.

—–

The next morning

“I’ll be leaving now or else I’ll miss my flight! Thank you so much again Y/N for babysitting. I’ll see you girls tomorrow morning alright? Feel at home love, my number’s on the fridge if you need me and I left money for any emergency. Zach won’t be here until dinner tonight. He has basketball practice.” Mrs. Dempsey says as she bids goodbye to Zach’s little sister and I.

“Got it Mrs. Dempsey! We’ll see you tomorrow.” I finally say with a smile.

“Bye mom! I’ll be good, I promise!” May puts her right thumb out to her mom and waves goodbye.

“So, what do you want to do today, May?” I ask her as we’re left alone inside the house.

“Hmm, I don’t really have anything in mind. Oh wait I know! Let’s style each other’s hair.” She suggests with a gleam in her eyes; she looked so excited.

“Sure kiddo.” I reply with a smile and we proceed to the living room to watch TV. May got all of her hair accessories from her room for us to use. She decided that it’d be fun to start with my hair first and put them in pigtails and so she did. She chose these pink puffy hair bands to tie my hair. May had long, black and shiny hair which reminded me of Katniss Everdeen so naturally, I chose to put her hair in a fish tail braid.

“Wow Y/N, you’re really good at this!” she beams after her make over.

“Why thank you, Miss Everdeen.” I reply with a bow and she giggles in response.

A couple of hours later and it was almost lunch time. May wanted to order pizza and so we did. She didn’t like vegetables so we opted for a classic cheese pizza instead. A few minutes later and the doorbell rang, I ran to the door to open it, with the money in my left hand.

“Thank you so–” I begin to greet the pizza man but a ginormous, muscular guy hovered above me instead.

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Oppa || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by hardtofigureout

Word Count: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff


There was an underlying excitement that was flooding underneath your skin as you walked into the building. It wasn’t your first time being here but you always felt the exact same each time. There was something about walking into the BigHit building that made you hold yourself differently. It was because of Jungkook that you came so often. He had invited you to come down to the studio and spend the day with him while he practiced.

Jungkook and you went to the same school, but you were in a class younger than him, so it was hard to try and spend time together. He was barely at school because of interviews and other things for the company he worked with. That was why on your weekends you would come down to the studio and watch him practice or hang out with him for a few hours.

It was normal for you now, as you two had been dating for almost a year. The staff almost knew you by name and welcomed you in as if you were just like the other workers there. As he had come back from promotions you were finally able to see him, but he was stuck with the other guys practicing today so he had asked you to join them.

The rest of the boys knew who you were and they loved you. They saw how happy you made Jungkook and they would have never asked for him to find anyone else. In their eyes you two were perfect for each other. Hoseok had always made comments about how he was jealous of your relationship with Jungkook and he wished he would find someone as lovely as you.

Jihyo waved hello to you as you stepped foot into the building and you waved back, returning a smile. Jihyo was the one who you knew the best, as she showed you around the first time you were there. She worked at the front desk, so you always saw her during your visits. The first time you had ever been to the building, Jungkook had told Jihyo to direct you to the practice room. You approached the front desk like normal and smiled.

“Are you here to see your oppa?” She asked, drawing out the last word and laughing slightly. You blushed and sputtered, trying to ignore the look she was giving you.

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Soft touches

(A/N): I LOVED THIS REQUEST SO MUCH AND I’VE BEEN DYING TO WRITE IT

Request: Hi! Bucky x reader where Bucky has to be touching reader all the time somehow? not dirty but just holding hands or his hand resting on her knee or something because he loves how soft her skin is and he counts her freckles when he’s anxious? or after a nightmare? hehe, something with those in there! I trust you with it. thank you!!

Warnings: perhaps some swearing??

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms


Originally posted by itsawkwardfangirl

   Bucky mindlessly reached over to (Y/N)’s hand, intertwining their fingers as he kept his eyes glued to Steve, who at the moment was trying to tell the team of Avengers about their upcoming mission. Without a word (Y/N) gently squeezes his hand, smiling softly when they noticed Bucky’s lips quirk up just a bit. 

   Bucky had a little habit of touching (Y/N) 24/7, literally 24/7. It didn’t matter if the team was in the middle of a press conference or on their way to a mission, if Bucky could even touch (Y/N) a bit he would. It could be the simple hand holding, perhaps an arm around their waist, a hand on their knee, more often than not something sweet and intimate and yet simple. 

   Bucky honestly couldn’t pinpoint why he needed to be touching (Y/N) all the time, it was almost like a physical need of his. If he couldn’t touch (Y/N) at least a bit most of the time he’d be thrown into a full blown panic attack, his heart would race, his breathing would shorten considerably, and he could barely even form a singular thought when he was like that. Thankfully (Y/N) was always there to calm Bucky down when he was like that, holding him closely until he was fine once again. 

   They had discovered this little problem when (Y/N) went on a rather rouge mission without telling Bucky. It was impromptu with Nat having only called (Y/N) in ten minutes before they were supposed to leave. (Y/N) of course accepted the mission, thinking that since Nat had described it as a rather easy mission that it would only take a couple of hours and since Bucky was on some new sleeping meds he should’ve slept through the night, oh how wrong (Y/N) was. But they didn’t know at the time that the mission would last a good few hours rather than the stated couple of hours and that Bucky’s medicine would stop working halfway through the night. So with a rather oblivious mindset (Y/N) set off, not even thinking of the consequence of their actions. 

    It only took an hour for Bucky to wake up, groggily reaching out to hold (Y/N) like he did whenever he could but when he was met with only cold sheets he jolted upright, his eyes already scanning around frantically for (Y/N) but they were nowhere in sight. Immediately his dread set in and he all but ripped the sheets from his body as he jumped up, throwing open the door to his room to look out into the hall, hoping (Y/N) had just gotten up to get a snack. But yet again Bucky was met only with the sheer dark of the tower, everyone else nestled soundly in their beds while he was up searching for a recently missing (Y/N). 

   “(Y/N)?” Bucky whispered to the dark, taking a hesitant step out into the hall. “(Y/N) are you here?” But there was no reply. Bucky gulped as he flicked the lights to his floor on, his heart damn near beating out of his chest when he found it empty. 

   Bucky’s first instinct was to panic, curl up on the floor and hyperventilate, while his other instinct was to try to figure this out logically rather than panic. Alas his first instinct one and he began to panic, his heart racing as he sunk to the floor in a puddle of worry. And there he would stay for a few hours until Steve, very concerned over the fact that Bucky hadn’t shown up for training would walk in and find his best friend nearly crying on the floor. 

   “Oh my god Bucky,”  Steve had muttered as he rushed to Bucky’s side, placing a hand on his shoulder lightly. “What happened Buck? What’s going on-” 

   “Hey Bucky, sorry I’ve been gone, Nat called me in for a mission and-” (Y/N) stoped as the door to the elevators close behind them and as their eyes land on the scene unfolding. “Oh my god,” (Y/N) rushed to the men’s side, dropping to the floor beside the two. “What happened to him?” 

   “I don’t know, I just walked in here and I found him on the floor and then you walked in,” 

   “Shit,” (Y/N) muttered as they put a hand on Bucky’s arm, lightly shaking him. “Buck, Bucky, can you look at me?” (Y/N) whispered, hoping their soft tone would spur Bucky on enough to get him to look at them. Slowly, Bucky unfurled from himself and just as he had completely uncurled he was curling up once again, this time against (Y/N). He clung to them for dear life as he nuzzled his scruffy face into the crook of their neck, whimpering softly. 

   “Don’t do that,” Bucky had whispered between his heartbreaking little noises, “Ever again,” (Y/N) shared a look of confusion with Steve as they held Bucky tightly, one hand wrapped around his body while the other rested above his shoulders, their hand gently running through his strands of hair. 

   “What? Go on missions-” 

   “Don’t leave me…please,”


   Since that moment (Y/N) had made sure to always be Bucky’s side, or at least when it was convenient and even if it wasn’t the two would find a way to make it work. 


   It had been an unexpectedly long mission, just like the one that had started all of this touchy feely business. The Avengers had taken an undercover mission, thinking that it would only take a few hours tops but it was seeming to stretch on for quite some time, nearly a whole day to be exact. The team was tired and hungry and most definitely grouchy and on edge, including Bucky too. Not only all that but they were also sleeping out in the forest, in the open for anyone to find them, and it was cold, freezing to be exact.

    The team was all hunkered by their own respectable tree, curling in on themselves in an attempt to warm up. Bucky on the other hand was curled up beside (Y/N), smiling sleepily at them as they happily ran a hand through their hair. Without a single word Bucky lifts a hand to (Y/N)’s face, his pointer finger running along (Y/N)’s nose and cheeks softly. (Y/N) had discovered this was something Bucky did whenever he was anxious or nervous, somehow counting their freckles was always able to calm him down. 

   “You’re never going to count them all,” (Y/N) had whispered sleepily as they cracked one eye open to look at Bucky. “There’s too many,” Bucky merely smiled as he continued to mouth the number he was on, his finger gently tracing along (Y/N)’s skin as he did. 

   “I’m up to 45 right now,” He whispers, his eyes dropping with exhaustion. (Y/N) could only smile as they pressed a sleepy kiss to Bucky’s forehead, allowing their eye to close once again. 

   “Well, tell me when you reach 100,” (Y/N) muttered, allowing the feeling of Bucky’s soft touches to lull them to sleep. 

   Bucky had smile as (Y/N) finally drifted to sleep. He watched the way their chest evened out into a steady rise and fall, the way their lips parted slightly while they slept, how their breath would hit his hand when he’d drag it across their nose. He continued with his little counting game, lightly drifting his finger across (Y/N)’s skin with each freckle he counted. True to his word Bucky finished counting them all, smiling sleepily yet victoriously. 

   “100,” Bucky whispered in (Y/N)’s ear, quietly enough that it wouldn’t wake them. 


    No one even questioned the touches know, in the beginning perhaps they did. After all, it was a bit strange to see the deadliest assassin in history curled up on (Y/N)’s lap, more than content to just nuzzle and burrow against them like some cat of sorts. And while it had been a strange sight at first the Avengers were more than used to it now, in fact it was now strange if (Y/N) was seen without Bucky clinging to them in some kind of way. That’s why Steve didn’t even question it when out of the corner of his eye he saw Bucky reach over and take (Y/N)’s hand. Rather than comment on the unnecessary pda he let it happen, even smiling a bit himself when he saw the way Bucky’s lips quirked up at the small amount of contact. 

Broken Skeleton Man || Jason Todd x Reader

BASED OFF PROMPT 62: “If you can’t sleep, we could have sex?“

Groaning, you shifted on the bed to lay on your side, in an attempt to find a position that would allow you to get some sleep. Jason shifted next to you as he turned around to face you, his head resting on the pillow next to yours .

“Sorry to bother you, Jay. I just can’t sleep on another bed you know.”

“Then why did you insist on staying here?”

“Because, my little​ tough nugget, Black Mask literally put you through a meat grinder, and you couldn’t go home.“

“Yes I could have. You were driving either way.”

“Jason I literally CANNOT haul your ass up all the way to our place okay? Besides, a chance to have some of Alfred’s famous breakfast, was not one I would let go off so easily.“

“So you sacrificed your sleep for some breakfast eggs?”

“Absolutely.“

Jason laughed at that as he shook his head at you. His arm reached out to rest on your side which would have been a sweet gesture if he didn’t try and sneak it up your shirt.

“Soooo, if you can’t sleep,” he started, smirking at you, “How about we have sex?”

“Not happening,“ you stated, slapping his hand away.

“But wwhyyyyy?”

“Literally everything in you is broken, you have a shattered collar bone, broken ribs and a broken ankle.“

“You can be on top?”

“Did I mention the dislocated jaw?“

“Well geez, can’t you go one day without oral, woman?”

“Jason, no.“

“Oh c'mon, it’s not that bad.”

“You literally want to have sex in the same house as Bruce and like your 10 brothers?“

“It’s a mansion, they won’t hear shit. Besides as much as a task it will prove to be, you can like keep it quite.”

“Jason. Peter. Todd. I am not having sex with you right now,“ you deadpanned, glaring at him.

“What a cock block, geez,” he huffed. “How about some cuddles?“

“I’m not cuddling a sack of brocken bones,” you replied smirking at him as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“You’re being awfully rude today.“

“Settle for hand holding till you are no longer a broken skeleton man,” you said as you reached out to grab his arm, hugging it and interlacing your fingers.

“So, no sex tomorrow either huh?“

“Negative.”

~Circe

anonymous asked:

prompt: jughead is at south side high but sneaks into riverdale high for make out sessions w betty and her friends investigate and find out

Betty stared dreamily out the window of her second period chemistry class, her chin propped up in her hand, and a lazy smile gracing her face. It was raining and she had always loved the sound of the heavy water hitting the roof of Riverdale high, rain was something that was constant, there would always be rain, soft and steady or Sparatic and rough it was always there to wash away the bad.

A heavy hand dropped to her shoulder and she looked up to find her teacher smiling down at her and gesturing to the empty classroom, she must have been daydreaming for longer than she thought, smiling apologetically she gathered her books and walked into the empty halls, it was lunchtime and no one ever hung around when food and socializing were on the table.

JJ: alas fair Juliet, our schools may part us but parting be but sweet sorrow.

Betty giggled at the silly text message her very favorite boy had sent her, his wide vocabulary wasnt something anyone ever expected when they met the dark haired Serpent.

“Wow whoever can make you laugh like that must really be something special.”

Betty whipped around at the familiar voice, a grin breaking out on her face as she eyed the boy up and down.

Jughead Jones was leaning casually against the dark blue lockers, a toothpick dangling lazily from his mouth and his leather jacket snug on his shoulders, his wavy dark hair was messy and His hands were shoved in his pockets, a goofy grin on his face.

“What are you doing here? How did you even get in the building?” Betty asked, her perfect blonde ponytail bouncing as she walked towards the mysterious boy. Jughead instantly reached his hands out and gripped her tiny waist, his fingers playing with the waist band of her cheerleading skirt.

“I have my ways.” He grinned lazily “a guy can’t visit his girl in her beautiful, state of the art highschool? I mean look at those water fountains, Southside highs only have brown water.” He shrugged.

“Oh I totally get it, you’re using me for my water fountains, That’s fine.” She teased, her hands moving to play with the dark curls at the base of his neck, his eyes instantly falling closed at the familiar comfort of her smooth fingers.

It all started a few months ago, Betty had been helping Jugheads father fix up an old Harley in the backyard of his trailer, she had been referred by Pops and she was more than happy to help. He didn’t think he had seen anything sexier than the gorgeous blonde covered in motor oil, holding a wrench as her tiny denim shorts and tiny white tshirt dripped with water form the sprinkler next door. He quickly learned how complicated her life was and his interest in her only peaked, for someone so small she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders, he wanted to do everything he could to carry some of that weight.

“Is that okay?” Jughead heard Betty ask from his embrace, tearing him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm?” He smiled apologetically

Betty giggled
“I said, I’m going to stop by the bar today, I sewed up vipers jacket and I promised Hause I would drop off cupcakes for his daughters birthday.”

That was the other thing, Betty had embraced the Serpents almost immediately, they were a second family to her and she never judged, even though he could sense her worry as she cleaned him up from some particularly nasty brawl, she never said anything, just kissed his bruises and helped him tug his jacket back on.

“Sounds good to me beautiful.” He dropped his lips to hers and her hands moved up slightly, burying in his hair.

After about a minute of holding each other they were both ripped apart by the clearing of a throat and the slamming of a locker. Betty pulled away shocked as Jughead kept his hands on her her waist, his guard instantly up.

“Betty Cooper you have some explaining to do.” A dark haired girl smirked, her arms crossed over chest as the boy beside her stared with wide eyes.

The second boy clapped excitedly
“You’re a Serpent! Oh this is fantastic, Betty why didn’t you tell me! This is amazing!”

Jughead raised a brow, but Kevin cut her off, moving to grab Jugheads hand and shaking firmly
“My name is Kevin Keller my boyfriend, Joaquin? He’s part of your gang, we can definitely do double dates now!”

He heard Betty giggle from beside him and he couldn’t help the smile that creeped up on his face.

“I’m Veronica Lodge and this is my boyfriend Archie Andrews, were Betty’s best friends and we’ve never heard of you.” She stared evenly at Jughead as Archie straightened his back, squaring off against the new guy.

“Jughead Jones. I’m the boyfriend, happy to meet you.” He stuck his hand out for the raven haired girl to grab, she took it hesitantly and elbowed the red haired boy.

“Archie Andrews.” He grunted. Jughead tried to hide his smirk.

“Nice to meet you dude.”

Something seemed to soften in the quarterbacks eyes and he grabbed the leather jacket wearing boys hand

“Same here man.”

With introductions done Jughead looked back to his girlfriend and brought her hand to his mouth
“I’ve gotta get back, I can only avoid Southside high for so long.” He sighed pressing his lips to her knuckles and pulling away as she smiled lovingly at him

“See you tonight?” She asked softly

He nodded, a look of complete adoration in his eyes that wasn’t missed by the three friends, Kevin and Veronica visibly swooning

“I’m not sure what your plans for tonight are but why don’t you two join us for a milkshake at pops later on, Archie’s treat.” Veronica asked, gently nudging her boyfriend as he grunted and rolled her eyes.

Jughead just stared at the girl in surprise, his eyes turning back to Betty’s for assurance, she nodded excitedly and he couldn’t help but chuckle

“We’ll be there” he said finally “thanks”

With that he threw one last glance at his beautiful girlfriend before heading out the doors of Riverdale high.

It was silent for a few moments before Kevin broke the moment

“I love him.” He said dreamily. “If you don’t want him I’ll take him.”

Betty laughed heartily

“Sorry Kevin but that ones all mine.”

Keep Quiet

Originally posted by sosjimin


Pairing: Jimin x reader 
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 3.7k
dt: my soul sister, the Ji to my Kook<3

“Shhhh baby girl, try to keep quiet. Unless you’re wanting to get caught.”

What was suppose to be date night for yourself and Jimin, turned into a big gathering when six of your boyfriends best friends decide to crash your date. Things start to get heated when you go into the kitchen to get something to drink when Jimin decides to follow right behind you. 

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noelann  asked:

Hi! I am screwed and have a week to unfuck my habitat. I changed my unsername to protect the not innocent... me. I have a week to unfuck the apartment or i'll be evicted. depression, anxiety a heat wave and broken ac did me in. How do i post on twitter I could really use this group's support over the next week/ or i am totally fucked. I am new to tumbler so can't figure out how to post on the page! Thanks! N.

OK, folks, we have an unfucker who needs some support!

While you’re doing this (and honestly, good for you for reaching out and making the commitment to doing this!), make sure to take care of yourself and your health. Take plenty of breaks, stay hydrated, check in with your mental state pretty often, and don’t beat yourself up if you get off track a little. Give yourself plenty of rewards, listen to some good music or a favorite podcast, treat yourself gently and kindly, and keep your goal in sight.

You can do this!

counterpunches  asked:

I would like to hear the story of how you slept under the christmas tree

so i immigrated to the US at age 9, right, and one of the first things my family did was join the local Chinese church. as far as the whole “figuring out how to do things so we no longer have to live in the back shed of Uncle Joe’s* Magic Emporium” thing goes, it’s a pretty sound strategy! now we had people to teach my dad how to drive and give us old furniture and say “hey, Seattle is pretty rainy maybe you should rent an apartment-like space before either a) the shed roof caves in b) your daughter with the famously delicate constitution falls dramatically ill from a strain of black mold or possibly herpes”

*is not my uncle, that’s what his store was called. he sold magic gadgets and my dad knew him because???? possibly in a past life they ran a meth empire in Albuquerque, who knows

ANYWAY. thanks to the church i did not fall dramatically ill from black mold or possibly herpes, but there was an unforeseen factor in joining a Christian church, which was that they? were pretty hardcore? about Jesus?**

**in a nice “we build houses for the homeless” way, not in…the other way

given that we’d just immigrated and that China’s religious policy is worshiping Mao’s preserved corpse ehhhhh…let’s call it “freedom of atheism,” my family was decidedly not hardcore about Jesus. my parents mostly took the bemused “i guess Jesus is okay since he indirectly led to us living in a place suited for human habitation” route, but i

was

DISGUSTED.

i was the first kid in my class to get her red scarf, okay, and when we sang the national anthem and saluted the flag every morning i fucking meant what i was singing. we almost didn’t come to America; my dad had more lucrative job offers in Germany and Belgium, but i put my foot down because everyone knows Europe is full of gross imperialists Dad, GOSH, and the Americans helped us fight off the Japanese.

so seeing all these fellow Chinese believing in THE CAPITALIST GOD was basically the worst thing to ever happen to my delicate psyche. my parents’ tacit approval was even worse: DID PATRIOTISM AND COMMUNISM MEAN NOTHING TO THEM? DIDN’T THEY KNOW THAT DOING NOTHING AGAINST OPPRESSION MADE THEM OPPRESSORS THEMSELVES??

clearly something needed to be done.

so because the church was pretty hardcore about Jesus, it was understandably also hardcore about Christmas. big party, massive intricately decorated REAL TREE, sleepover for the kids with presents in the morning—you name it. everyone was going to be there.

WHAT A GREAT OPPORTUNITY TO PROVE TO EVERYONE HOW WRONG THEY ARE ABOUT JESUS.

my plan:

  1. sleep UNDER the giant real Christmas tree: y’know, the one with real pointy needles reaching all the way down to the base? that sheds? with lots of pokey tinsel?
  2. catch Jesus in the act of depositing presents***: look. i’d seen like, ALL of Scooby Doo by this point. i knew Jesus was probably a real person, just not the Son of God.
  3. subdue Jesus so he’s still around when everyone else wakes up: CLEARLY VERY FEASIBLE, given that Jesus was a heavyset white dude who used superhuman agility and strength to deliver presents around the world overnight and possibly had reindeer minions and i weighed 70 pounds at most while sopping wet.
  4. (who is Santa Claus?? who cares)
  5. ????
  6. EVERYONE MAGICALLY BECOMES AN ATHEIST AGAIN, AMERICA BECOMES A COMMUNIST STATE

***even if i didn’t believe in him, why was i slavishly devoted stopping a highly altruistic man who gave? people? presents? did i hate joy????

sure enough, at around 3 in the morning i heard soft boots approaching the tree. i reached out and snatched one of the Ankles of Jesus

—whereupon Youth Pastor Liao screamed “OH MY LORD” and kicked me in the face.

and THAT, dear friends, is how i spent my first Christmas in America with a concussion.

Harmonies

[Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3]

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: It’s the morning after you found Bucky playing the piano. And he’s really not very subtle about last night.

A/N: I was asked to write a part two and I didn’t plan on it until I had a surge of inspiration. This is long, I’m sorry. And it’s just straight up porn. Not sorry.

Warnings: Language, smut, fingering, hair pulling?, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids).

Words: 4918

Originally posted by moon-saph

A harsh knock pulls you from your sleep as you open your eyes drowsily. “Training room in 30 minutes” Steve calls before you hear his footsteps retreating. With a groan, you roll over to see its 7am and your head falls back on to your pillow with a sigh. Although you had a lot of fun, hell, it was infinitely better than you ever thought it would be, there was no denying today was going to be rough.

Drowsily grabbing your workout gear, you step in to your shower and wash away last night’s endeavours, your fingers lingering over the small bruise rising to your skin on your hip and you can’t keep the smile from your lips.

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Hand to Hand

A/N: Bucky is teaching you hand to hand combat when uh….things get interesting.

“Doll, keep your hands up. Parallel to each other like I’ve showed you.” I do as he commands and he gives a nod of approval. “Excellent, now I’m going to reach out and I want you to block my hit.”

“Okay.” I nod.

“On the count of three…one…”

His hand propels forward and I screamed out. “You said on the count of three not one.”

“Predict your opponent’s move.”

I reach out with a jab and he blocks it effortlessly, using that moment to tap me in my ribs. “You’re leaving your body unprotected.”

I sweep a hand in front of my stomach and he taps me on the neck. I grunt, propelling forward my punch landing on his rib, which was a mass of muscle. “Good girl.”

I smiled thinking of the only other time he calls me a good girl, which doesn’t involve clothing.

He taps me in the stomach again. “What the hell, that hurts.”

“Pay attention.”

“I am.” I say defensively as he blocked my punch. “Why do I need to do this?”

“You need to learn how to protect yourself.”

I rolled my eyes. “Why when I have a deadly assassin for a boyfriend.”

He exhales deeply. “I’m no longer an assassin.” He replies tersely. “What if you find yourself in a situation when I’m off on a mission? What will you do then?”

He doesn’t give me any warning before he lunges forward and I stumbled backwards.

“I won’t need to learn hand to hand combat if I had a gun or a knife.”


“Is that so?”

I nod.


He reaches from behind revealing a sleek black knife with a serrated edge and intricate symbols on the blade. “Where the hell did that come from?” I asked looking puzzled.

“Doll, I have five weapons on my person as we speak.“He states, slipping the sheath in his pants pocket.

"Right now?”

“Yes.”

“Where?” I asked, My eyes darting to different parts of his body.

He ignores me. He holds the knife in his palm. “If you can grab this knife from my hand, not only will I give it to you, but I’ll teach you how to use it.”

I lunge forward, but his palm closes. “You’ll have to be faster than that.”

“You have an unfair advantage.”

We both look at his arm. “My arm? Are you serious?” I nod. “Fine.”

He puts his left arm behind his back then opens the palm of his right hand, dangling the knife skillfully in front of me. I take a step forward and the knife disappears out of sight. I used this moment to hit him in the chest.


“You’re leaving your body unprotected.” I teased.


The next actions happened so quickly, I don’t know if I should be impressed, frightened or turned on. He tosses the knife up in the air, sweeps my legs from beneath me in one swift movement, his left arm cradles my fall as we both hit the floor and in another split second he catches the knife without looking and stabs it into the space above my head.


“Your pupils are dilated.” He observes.


I wonder if he could hear my heart palpitations as my heart raced abnormally in my chest. The vibration of my pulse in my veins pounded loudly in my ears as I became aware of our bodies, mainly the throbbing pressed into my hip.


“Is that one of the five weapons you have on your person.” I say all breathy.

He bites his bottom lip and smirked, leaning his face next to my ear. “No, this weapon is not like the others.”


“How so?” I asked inhaling deeply, fully aware of the movements of my body and how with every inhalation his limbs sinks deeper into my own.


He paused, gazing intently at my parted lips sucking in air that was tinged with my lust and his sweat.


“This weapon is dangerous when provoked.” He threatens. His cerulean eyes becoming volcanic as I felt the explosion of heat radiating out of my apex and the noticeable growth and hardening of his throb.

“Bucky.” I breathed as his tongue grazed my bottom lip..


He pins my wrists above my hand that scrapes the serrated knife and presses his full weight on top of me as he spread my legs with his knee.

Be My ♥ Color

a/n: be more chill x soulmate au. :o its a prologue just to test the waters but I’m stoked. if you wanna be tagged in the series letmeknow.kbyethanx.
summary: Jeremy Heere never knew he missed something until he realized he was living a world not only devoid of colors but of a soulmate. After a terrible incident he’s found himself chasing after colors he wants; and realizing there are some colors he needs as well.
sincerely tagging: @hell-yes-puns-and-ships for being the best beta ever <3 ilysm
warning: pantless Mr. Heere; near drowning incident
w/c: 3239K

Menu Screen → 00


“Dad.”

“Yes, Son?”

Jeremy looked over at his father who was making a turn signal with his hand as they approached the exit to Jeremy’s high school. “Why…why are you doing this?” He stared blankly at the building coming into view. The grey letters that spelled out ‘Middleborough’ against an even greyer brick background. The perks of only seeing in the spectrum that was devoid of color…the school matched the way Jeremy felt.

Mr. Heere shrugged a little not noticing for a second his son’s deadpanned expression. “You missed your bus, I mean I kept calling you up but you were in your room with the door locked, and the lights off, I’m pretty sure you were at your desk too since you dropped your lotion bottle on the—“

“Ah ok, Dad, I mean why are you driving me to school…WITHOUT ANY PANTS!” 

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Pete| Bad Things |Dunne

Title; Bad Things

Words; 5,644

Pairing; Pete Dunne/Reader

Summary; I wanna do real bad things to you.

Warnings; NSFW. Porn without plot. Biting. Hair pulling. Choking. Orgasm denial. Latex free. If you squint and tilt your head to the side, some BDSM.

A/N; Y’all thought I forgot about you guys huh. Never fear. Momma’s back. Vegas was like a livewire to my brain. Child’s Play is coming this week. Leave some love and/or constructive words. 

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a cute tickle war scenario with RFA+Saeran? Like maybe they're goofing off or they're asking questions to get to know MC and they notice her reaction even though she claims that she's not. And who would win the war between the members and MC? I love all the cuteness that goes on in MM 🙊🙈

Me too! ^^

So here it is, hope you like it! 

RFA + Saeran on a tickle war with MC


Zen

  • He has you under him on the couch, his hands on your sides and his hair moving on your neck.
  • You’ve started this when you two woke up, you placed your hands on his sides and he yelped with the tickles.
  • Figuring out he’s very ticklish was fascinating to you, so you kept doing even when he whined you to stop.
  • But you didn’t stop, which made him declare tickle war against you.
  • “I would usually let a lady win, but you can’t get away with this, babe.” He smirked shaking his head so his hair could brush on your neck, you’re a whining mess and some tears can be seen on the corner of your eyes.
  • But your whining sounds a lot like whimpers, which is making him very… aroused.
  • “Z-Zenny, ahh, stop it! Uhhh…” he widens his eyes and shifts to a sitting position, not daring to look at your eyes.
  • “Excuse, MC. I remembered I need to take a shower, a very cold shower…” and he surrenders.
  • Maybe you can’t beat him, but the beast can.

Yoosung

  • He figured out this was a bad idea halfway through the tickle war.
  • What was he thinking? He’s even more ticklish than you, and now you’re on his lap, your fingers dancing on his neck.
  • He was trying to make you get up of bed, but you refused. Well, if sweetness won’t do the trick, a few tickles will, right?
  • WRONG! You know all his weak spots, while he is still a little shy to touch you so directly, so he went to a war without knowing the enemy very well…
  • “You can’t ever wake me up like this! You got me?” you ask, he’s unable to form proper sentences with all the squirming and whining laughs.
  • Oh, he really won’t apologize? Okay, time for drastic measures. You move your hands to under his shirt, reaching his sides.
  • “Oh no, MC! Please, no! Your nails… your nails are too long!” oh shit! Did you scratch him? He looks at you, you can see tears on his glossy eyes… maybe you went too far?
  • You immediately let him go. “Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to hurt you…”
  • “You should have finished this when you had the chance” he states attacking your sides, making you laugh hard.
  • You’re laughing, but you can’t believe you fell for his puppy eyes again

Jaehee

  • She normally wouldn’t do this knowing how ticklish you are
  • But you asked her for it when you hid one of Zen’s DVDs just to mess with her, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth
  • So now she’s using her black belt abilities to keep you under her while her fingers fidget on your feet
  • You squirm and move your legs desperately, but you don’t want to kick her or something
  • “Tell me where it is, MC, and I’ll let you go!” “NEVER!!!”
  • She moves her hands to your sides, you still don’t give in. Goddamit!
  • “MC, just tell me, I can see the tears…” “They’re… tears of joy!” she scoffs, you’re such a terrible liar!
  • This keeps going on for a while, yet you’re unbreakable, hum… “Oh, MC, I’m starting to think you’re liking this.”
  • And then you look at her like… BUSTED. She is confused… why would you enjoy this?
  • Truth be told, you love to see her so loosen up, so you may had exaggerated a little on your reactions just so she could continue with this.
  • “The heart wants what it wants…” “Well, my heart wants my DVD back” she tries to treat you coldly, but she’s failing miserably as you kiss her…yeah, she can’t really beat you like this


Jumin

  • He doesn’t even flinch under your touch, you know trying to tickle him would be such a waste of time and effort… maybe he is a robot after all.
  • But it’s not the same with you, as he knows all the ticklish spots on your body. Now you’re under him while he teases your hip bones
  • He generally doesn’t like teasing you like this, he has more sophisticated methods, but he needed an answer!
  • “Tell me, MC! What was the name of your kitty when you were a teenager?” you just told him it was a very ridiculous name, and he’s been dying to know, but you refused to tell him.
  • “N-No! You’ll laugh at me!” “Well, I’m laughing right now, what’s the difference?” he was laughing, indeed, this was odd.
  • “You’re very cute trying to resist me, but it’s useless, I can do this all day.” You know he’s not lying, shit! You can’t handle this all day!
  • In a desperate attempt to get rid of him, you fidget your legs and your feet ends up in his calve, he stiffens immediately, hum…
  • You do this again, and again there’s a reaction, you’re staring at him as you notice he got caught.
  •  Your eyes get darker, “MC, don’t do anything you’ll regret later.” he’s trying to sound serious, but you’re not even fazed. Even with his pants on, that part of his leg is apparently very sensitive…
  • He calls it a draw, but both of you know you won, as William Shakespaw’s name is still a secret to him.


Saeyoung

  •  You knew you would be doomed soon, it was just a matter of time for him to find your ticklish spots
  • Of course he’s constantly teasing you and getting whatever he wants with simple touches on your sides or armpits
  • This time wasn’t different, you were brushing your teeth and he was trying to drag you to bed so you could cuddle.
  • You thought he would just kiss your cheek from behind, but his hands travelled to your sides, you smacked him with your toothbrush, and now he’s looking at you with mischievous eyes… shit, you shouldn’t have done that!
  • He pins you in the wall and his hands are moving all around your sides, armpits, neck, hipbones, everywhere! How many hands does he have?
  • “I was just trying to get some cuddling, why do you have to make everything so difficult, MC?” you’re squirming and tearing, you even swallowed the toothpaste on your mouth and your throat feels minty.
  • You don’t dare to look at him, you’re a blushing mess whenever you see his teasing smile, but this time you looked and… oh, he has toothpaste on his cheek from when you smacked him with your toothbrush.
  • You stare at him curiously, he’s staring back. “MC?” “You… have… something… here, let me get this for you…” you lean closer and lick his cheek, ERROR! 707.EXE STOPPED RESPONDING
  • He’s as red as his hair and he tightens a little the grip on your hips before letting you go.
  • “Okay, MC, I admit defeat, but just know you fought dirty.” “Would you call it a low blow?” “STOP IT!”
  • He runs away from the bathroom when you start chasing him.


Saeran

  • You two were watching TV side by side in the couch. He rarely cuddles, he just does when he’s feeling reaaally needy or jealous.
  • You aren’t paying much attention and keep messing on your phone. He, on the other hand, is really interested on this scientific channel he found out.
  • Right now, a show about human body is on, explaining reactions like sneezing, hiccupping and tickling.
  • He’s fascinated about the fact that people can’t tickle themselves, he never thought about that! You see him testing that hypothesis when he moves his hands to his own sides. You want to squeal, because it’s so cute!
  • “Are you ticklish?” he suddenly asks. “Why do you want to know?” you should know by now that answering him with another question is not usually a good idea.
  • “You’re afraid I’ll try to tickle you?” “N-No?” “Great, so tell me or I’ll find out by myself.”
  • Time to run! He never seen you move so fast, which doesn’t mean he won’t chase you faster.
  •  You are on the floor squirming. “Maybe… here?” he tickles your neck. “Hum… here?” he moves to your armpits, and he keeps finding the ticklish spots one by one, you didn’t even know some of them, like the back of your knees. He’s very fascinated too.
  • Here, your turn.” He guides your hands to his sides, and as soon as you move your fingers a little, he tenses his body as tells you to go on, and he bursts out a laugh, hiding his face on the nape of your neck. What’s happening? He never laughs like this!
  • “So… is this what they call a ‘tickle war’?” he asks. “Yeah… sorta. So, who won and who lost?” “We’re on the bathroom floor on a Friday night, I guess it’s safe to say we’re both losers, MC.”
  • That’s right, but neither of you care, anyways.
Perfect - A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: This was mostly written as a personal / cathartic piece. I considered keeping this private, but then I realized someone else out there might need this as badly as I did. This is by far the most emotionally taxing piece I have ever written. The content is heavy and I cried while writing it, so be careful if you choose to read on. Please do not read if you are triggered by self-hate, (self) body-shaming, or similar themes. I would hate to upset anyone else…if you ever need to talk, I’m here.

Originally posted by nellaey

She trudged down the stairs, praying that her book would be right where she left it. She had little patience for side quests today. Thankfully, there it sat. On the table she’d been sitting at hours prior. Still opened to the page she’d been memorizing on Draught of Living Death. 

Hustling toward it, she scooped it up into her arms and turned to head back up to her room. Incredibly eager to fall into her bed and ignore everything for a while. Perhaps forever.

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anonymous asked:

To switch it up a bit, how about phichit being fully trained in muy thai, and gets to show off his fighting skills, leaving the skaters shocked and yuuri very rich because of the betting pool?

KO

“Yuuri, have another shot with me.”

Yuuri couldn’t help but laugh as he accepted the shot from Phichit and linked his arm with his best friend.

“One,” Phichit said excitedly.

“Two,” he said with a grin.

“Three!” they said at the same time before taking the shot together with arms still links.

“Geez, you two, you can wait for us,” Chris laughed from behind them.

“Nah,” Phichit said while sticking his tongue out.

“Yobo, don’t you think you have had enough?” Seung-gil questioned, causing him to roll his eyes. Phichit? Have enough to drink?

“Never!” Phichit shouted while skipping over to press a kiss to Seung-gil’s cheek. “I’m going to go get another drink!” Before anyone could stop him, the Thai skater was heading towards the bar.

“How do you handle all that energy, Seung-gil?” Chris asked with a chuckle. Before the Korean could reply, there was a whistle from the other side of the table.

“Yo, Seung-gil, you boy is getting hit on.”

The table went silent at JJ’s shout and they all turned towards the bar where a large muscly man was talking to an unimpressed Phichit.

“Ten bucks says Phichit knocks the guy out,” Yuuri said simply, earning a number of raised eyebrows from the four skaters around the table.

“Your loss, there is no way Hamster-boy is knocking out anyone,” JJ said with a laugh.

“Sorry babe, but I’m going to have to agree with JJ,” Victor said while wrapping an arm around his waist.

Chris remained silent for a moment, glancing between Phichit and himself for a moment before smiling at him apologetically.

“Sorry, Yuuri, but I just can’t see it,” Chris apologised.

The table of skaters and paused and turned towards Seung-gil who was glaring at the man hitting on his boyfriend.

“Phichit isn’t knocking out anyone, but I am,” Seung-gil mumbled standing up.

Yuuri couldn’t help the smirk that rose to his lips as he turned back to his best friend who was now staring at the guy hitting on him with an unimpressed look.

“Guess I just won forty dollars than,” he said with a smile.

“Yuuri, handsome, you didn’t win-” Victor started, only to go silent as a scream came from the bar.

Yuuri smirked as he watched Phichit draw his hand back and punch the guy, hitting him hard in the face, causing him to stumble back a step before dropping to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

“I told you I wasn’t interested,” Phichit said loudly for the whole bar to hear before grabbing his drinks and wondering towards him.

“I win,” he said brightly while holding out his hand. The four other males at the table grumbled as they each handed him ten dollars.

“Can’t believe he did that.”

“How did he manage to do that?”

“That was hot.”

The table went silent and turned towards JJ with a raised eyebrow.

“Sorry, yes, I know, he is taken, but he just punched a man in the face and knocked him out. In one punch,” JJ said while holding his hands up in surrender.

“Guys! Look! I got drinks on the house!” Phichit said as he approached the table and placed six drinks on the table, somehow having carried them across the room without spilling any.

“Yuuri just made forty dollars by beating that you couldn’t knock out that dude,” Seung-gil stated simply, causing Yuuri to snicker as the rest of the table sent Seung-gil a glare.

“What? Good job, Yuuri,” Phichit laughed while holding up a hand. He grinned while reaching over to high-five his friend.

“How did you learn to punch like that?” Chris asked while picking up one of the new drinks.

“I’m trained in Muay Thai,” Phichit said, resulting in the table going quiet.

“Muay Thai?” Victor questioned.

“It is sometimes called Thai boxing,” Phichit said with a shrug.

“Wait,” JJ said while turning towards him, “Did Yuuri just scam us?”

“How was that scamming?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, “It isn’t my fault that you didn’t know that Phichit was fully trained in Muay Thai.”

“Next round is on Yuuri,” Phichit suddenly declared, causing him to whine at his best friend.

“Phichit! I just won this money!” he said with a pout on his lips.

“And you won it for betting on me, so you can spend it on me,” Phichit said with a smirk.

“Phichit!” he whined with a pout, causing his fiancé to chuckle while squeezing his waist gently.

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Originally posted by fivesosgif

A/N: *Nervously laughs* Hey, guys! I know, I suck at uploading. What I’m about to upload isn’t any better but alas, it’s something. I hope you guys like it :)

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“He’s back.”

“Have you seen him? Military school did that boy some good.”

“I know, right? Talk about muscles.”

“He’s hot.”

“Well, he was hot to begin with, but now he’s just oozing sexy.”

I had heard enough and slammed my locker door shut which made the group of girls gossiping a few lockers down from mine stop talking and look at me.

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She’s Fighting

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: You and Sam meet up after a little over a year apart. Something about him is different, but you can’t seem to place it. All you can think about is how much he’s grown, how much fun the two of you had as kids together, and how curious you are about what he actually does for a living - oh, and how badly you want to jump his bones.

Word Count: ~3,900

Warnings: canon divergence, Sam using his powers, Crowley being a dick, demon blood stuff (mildly graphic), cursing, angst, smut (oral - female receiving, fingering, unprotected sex)

A/N: This is written for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Trop Challenge. My trope was “friends when kids, now there’s an attraction.” I started writing this a few weeks ago and then my computer crashed and I lost it because I’m an idiot and didn’t save it anywhere. This is not at all what the first version was like, but hey, it’s something.

*Flashbacks are in italics

Originally posted by spn-mostly


“Sam Winchester?” You stepped up to the bar and sank down on the stool beside the large man.

He spun on his barstool, sipping from his beer as his eyebrows raised in surprise.

“[Y/N]?” He set his bottle down and opened his arms.

Willingly, you sprung forward and flung yourself into his arms, wrapping yours around his middle and nuzzling your face into his chest.

“Sammy…” You sighed, eyes falling closed as you took in the feeling of your best friends arms wrapped around you.

“Been too long, sweetheart.” He breathed against your hair.

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