how much more satisfying to see her putting her foot down

anonymous asked:

andriel with "Are you fucking kidding me?” Or "everything's going to be fine" please ((ps your writing? Just ruin me you are so good!!))

thank you sweet pea! i chose the first one if that’s alright!

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Andrew hated airports. That was a fact.

They were loud and crowded, full of screaming children and businessmen, two of Andrew’s worst nightmares

 But here he was, standing in baggage claim with his suitcase and hands itching for a cigarette. He idly scratched the tattoo at his wrist, looking around for a bundle of curly hair and processed sunshine.

 “Andrew!” There it was.

Nicky ran up to him with barely contained happiness stretching itself into a smile. “You made it! Neil’s going to be so excited!”

Andrew hoped so, or he’d have to explain to his coach why he took a week off near the end of the offseason, even though his team was supposed to be practicing. He was Exy’s greatest goalkeeper, but even the promise of that wasn’t enough to keep him away from his boyfriend.

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Ice Ice Baby (Lin x Reader)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

TW: very little swearing

Summary: You injure yourself while rehearsing as Angelica and Lin insists on accompanying you to the hospital

Word Count: 2,639 

“Pippa!” Your fingers fumbled with the back of your pink dress as you sighed. It was only the first day of tech week and you already wanted to punch something.

Pippa inched her head through the small opening in the door to your dressing room, a giggle peeking through her lips. “Yes?”

A low noise of frustration escaped your throat. “How do you get this damn thing on?” You swiftly turned around to see Pippa already fitted in her baby blue dress. “What? How did you do that?!”

Pippa let out a hearty laugh as she gestured for you to turn around. “A magician never reveals her secrets, Y/N.”

“You know, everyone says you’re sweet and pure, but I think there’s something under that going on. Some sort of evil sorcery that allows you to be able to put on any dress with ease.”

She hummed in response. “So…” You felt her delicate fingers work with the complex backing of your dress. “You and Lin, huh?”

Your eyes darted around the room as your mouth opened and closed, unsure of what to say. “What about us?”

“I mean, when are you gonna tell him?” She whispered, a mischievous grin falling on her face.

“Tell him what?”

“You know.”

Your shoulders slumped; you did know. You and Lin weren’t in a relationship, as much as you wished you were. You had had a massive crush on the man who seemed to hold all the stars in his bright eyes since you auditioned for the role of Angelica. The feeling had washed over you too quickly and all at once when you first settled your eyes on him. He seemed aware and interested in everything you had to say and every move you made, as if he was afraid to forget it.

“Yeah.” You grumbled. “I don’t know, I’m sure he doesn’t like me back.”

Pippa huffed, her eyebrows furrowing as her fingers left the pieces of your dress. “Y/N, that’s just nonsense.”

You turned around as Pippa’s eyes flitted over to the door, just spotting Jon walking by.

“Oh! Groff!” She grabbed him by the arm of his intricate costume, pulling him into your dressing room. “Question.”

“What’s up?” His eyes scanned over your costumes, a kind smile spreading on his face.

“Does Lin like Y/N?”

“Oh, absolutely.” He chuckled, as if the answer was obvious. “Have you seen him lately? Can’t keep his eyes off you.”

You shook your head dismissively, crossing your arms over your chest. “There’s no way.”

Jon shrugged his shoulders, shooting you a smirk as he walked out of the room. “Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

“You know, you really should’ve listened to him. He’s right.”

“Sure he is. There’s no possibility Lin could like someone like me.” You bit your lip absentmindedly as you sat down, pulling on your heeled shoes.

“Heads up; we’re doing Winter’s Ball through Satisfied in five!” Lin poked his head through the door as he sent a exuberant grin towards Pippa before his eyes softened and settled on you, looking over your costume. “You’re gonna kill it.”

“But doesn’t Leslie kill it?” You beamed at Lin, sending him ironic finger guns.

“Oh my god, Y/N.” Lin’s laugh lit up the room as he ran a hand over his face, sharing a groan with Pippa. “Ah, anyways, you might wanna make your way towards the stage.” He jerked a thumb behind him.

“Copy that.” Pippa nodded, giving him a thumbs up as he walked in the same direction he had just pointed towards. As soon as he left the room, Pippa sharply turned in her chair, raising an amused eyebrow at you. “You saw the way he looked at you, right?”

You rolled your eyes, a smile plastered on your face as you stood from your chair and got adjusted to wearing the heels beneath your feet. “You’re never gonna let this go, aren’t you…?”

“Nope!” She said, popping the “p” as she walked out of the dressing room, you at her heels. Your dresses swished and swayed behind you as you walked to the side of the stage, where A Winter’s Ball was already playing. You glanced at Lin and Leslie they exchanged “heys” before you and Pippa took the stage.

Pippa’s voice rang throughout the theatre as you walked towards Lin, feigning chatter.

“Where are you taking me?” Lin turned his head towards you as you linked arms.

“I’m about to change your life.” You escorted him towards Pippa.

“Then, by all means, lead the way.”

As Lin and Pippa delivered their lines and shared a kiss, you couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of jealousy surge through you. You almost missed your cue as Helpless soon bled into Satisfied.

You dug your nails into your palm as you raised your glass, smiling at Lin and Pippa. Jasmine snuck a glance at you, lightly nudging you in the ribs. She slyly raised her eyebrows, curious as to what was distracting you.

Dismissing her suspicions, you spun to the middle of the stage. Everyone around you sang, gracefully moving in slow motion as the time shifted back to Angelica and Alexander’s meeting.

“But, Alexander, I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face.” You swiftly turned your head towards Lin, who gazed at you in mid-step.

You finished singing your lines as Lin stopped in front of you, tilting his chin up. “You strike me as a woman who’s never been satisfied.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself.” You dipped your head low, peeking up at Lin through your coated eyelashes.

“You’re like me, I’m never satisfied.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you cocked your head to the side. “Is that right?”

“I have never been satisfied.” Lin smiled, taking your hand in his and kissing it as the company gasped. You couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks as you exchanged a few more words.

Your movements were crisp as you rapped effortlessly, your shoulders held back.

“Where are you taking me?” Lin repeated as you joined him once more.

“I’m about—” your words were cut off by the painful rolling of your ankle as you collapsed at Lin’s feet. “Shit!” You hissed, staring in horror at your foot.

Lin jumped, immediately crouching down to you as Lac signaled the orchestra to cease playing. The cast instantly crowded around you as Lac, Andy, and Tommy politely pushed their way through the people surrounding you.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Lin’s eyes searched your face. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

You inhaled sharply as you nodded vigorously. Lin and Andy grasped your upper arms as you slowly stood up, shifting your weight to your good foot.

“What happened?” Tommy’s eyes were wide in shock, flitting between your pained expression and ankle.

“As soon as we got to the next section she must’ve twisted her ankle or something.” Lin’s voice was filled with panic, his worried eyes constantly shifting to you. “Someone call an ambulance, please!”

“Already did!” You heard Anthony yell from the back of the crowd, holding his phone up.

“Thanks.” Lin breathed out, looking at you. “Took quite a tumble there,” he laughed half heartedly, desperate to lighten the mood.

You let out a breathy laugh, turning your head to face him. “Yeah, I was walking then my ankle just decided to fuck me over.”

You heard light chuckles as a man in a white uniform opened the door to the theatre. Your cast members parted from you to take a look at the sudden light that flooded the room. “Can you guys carry her, or would you like me to bring in a wheelchair?”

“Oh, no, we can—”

Lin’s voice was cut off by your words. “No, Lin, I can see that you and Andy are struggling. A wheelchair would be great, thanks.”

The man nodded, a humorous smile on his face as he closed the door. He entered a moment later, making his way to the stage as he splayed out a wheelchair in front of you. Lin and Andy slowly guided you into the chair, exchanging a few grunts of effort. “One of you can tag along with us if you’d like. You don’t have to, of course, just an option.”

“I’ll go.” Lin immediately took a step forward, red flushing his full cheeks as the cast shared knowing glances to each other. “I-I mean, it’s kinda my fault, I—”

“Yeah, yeah, you can go with your girlfriend.” Daveed sent him a toothy grin, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you as Lin’s eyes drifted to the floor.

“Alright, let’s get you to the vehicle. My name’s Ryan, by the way.” The man in the uniform grabbed your wheelchair by its handles, maneuvering it around the twists and turns in the theatre with Lin at Ryan’s heels. He pushed you up the ramp into the back of the ambulance, waiting for Lin to enter before closing the doors and moving to another part of the . The ambulance began to move down the streets of New York towards the hospital as you and Lin exchanged some small talk.

“Oh my god—” your head snapped up, your eyes widening in realization as your fists curled in your lap.

“What’s wrong?” Lin’s head immediately turned to you.

“The show’s next week, Lin, what if I don’t heal in time? I can’t miss opening night.”

“Oh,” Lin’s voice grew quiet as his eyes darted around the room, searching for something to make you feel better. “Y/N, these are trained doctors, I’m sure they can work something out. In the case that your ankle doesn’t heal in time, anyway, we’ll make arrangements so you won’t miss the first show.”

You gaped at Lin, searching his facial features for any sign of deception. His smooth chocolate eyes bored into yours with utter seriousness. “You wouldn’t.”

“Y/N, it’s me we’re talking about, in the first person who would do this…especially for you.” His gaze suddenly found interest in the floor, a timid grin on his face. Your breath hitched in your throat, a shade of pink searing through your cheeks as a silence settled.

“Sorry to leave you guys in here alone, I’m making a few calls, heh. Have to use all the time I can since rides to the hospital are usually busy. But, this is considered a non-emergency, so it’s not as urgent. Here, I’m just gonna elevate your leg and ice your ankle. This is all kind of part of the acronym, RICE: rest, ice, compression, and elevation. Anyways, ice and elevation will reduce your swelling and minimize your pain. I’m sure the doctor will go over this with you, too.” Ryan abruptly burst in the room, an exhausted smile gracing his features as he took care of your ankle with extreme caution.

He kneeled down as his tentative hands aided your ankle, tossing intermittent phrases back and forth: “Am I hurting you?” and “You okay?” After a few minutes, he stood up, tilting his head and firmly pressing his lips together before nodding in satisfaction. “You should be good until we get to the hospital. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call for me.” He swiftly left through the door, shutting it behind him.

A thick silence between you and Lin filled the air, spare for the few clearing of throats and tapping of feet against the floor.

A sudden choked noise escaped Lin’s throat, a euphoric grin tugging at his lips as his eyes crinkled and he glanced at the ice placed over your ankle. “Ice, ice, baby!” He guffawed, slapping his knee. His laugh proved to be highly contagious as you found yourself cackling, leaning back as tears brimmed your eyes.

Dun dun dun da da dun dun,” you sputtered, the both of you throwing your heads back in hysterics.

You continued your conversation with ease, mostly because Lin was always easy to talk to. He leaned forward in anticipation, clinging onto every word you said and nodding his head eagerly. You soon reached the hospital, Ryan ushering you through the doors and to your room where a doctor greeted you. She introduced herself politely, shaking both yours and Lin’s hands with a firm grip.

She quickly hopped onto the computer in the room, thoroughly explaining that you needed x-rays to determine what you did to your ankle. She rolled her chair over to you, examining your ankle more thoroughly than Ryan had. She wheeled you out of the room, transferring you to an almost identical room with multiple machines residing in it. She went through the procedure of taking your x-ray with you before leaving you in the first room with Lin as she scanned over the x-rays.

The doctor emerged from the hallway, her hand immediately reaching for the mouse attached to the computer as she clicked numerous times until an image of the bones in your ankle appeared on the screen.

“Okay well, good news, your ankle is not broken. On here, there weren’t any fractures to be found. But when I was examining it, there was a lot of tenderness and limited range of motion. So, bad news, your ankle is still sprained.” She delved deeper into your recovery, what you could do to aid your ankle in healing faster and how to take care of it.

You and Lin alternated between nodding and asking questions, until you cleared your throat before speaking.

“One more thing, uh,” you fidgeted, suddenly aware of your clammy palms as you gestured to Lin. “We’re both running through rehearsals for a Broadway show that’s due for its opening night next week. Do you think I’d be able to be dancing by then?”

“Oh!” She snapped her fingers in realization, nodded her head quickly. “Yes, most likely. This is a grade one sprain, so it will take about seven to ten days to heal. As long as you keep an eye on the swelling and take good care of your ankle, you should be fine. Is that it?”

“Yes,” you smiled graciously. “Thank you so much.”

She shook both of your hands as she opened the door. “As soon as you’re ready you can go to the front desk, pay, and I can provide you with the supplies you’ll need. Alright?”

As soon as she was out of your line of sight, you and Lin collectively sighed in relief, shooting each other a bright smile.

“See, I told you things would work out.” Lin crouched down next to you to reach your height in the chair. He took your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles, which were white from clenching your fists out of anxiousness. His warm touch instantly soothed you.

You nodded appreciatively, looking at Lin with a great adoration in which he returned. His eyes scanned over you, filled with an indescribable love and kindness that flooded your chest with warmth. He leaned forward, his hot breath fanning your cheeks as his eyes leveled with yours.

“Would now be a bad time to kiss you?” Lin’s voice was a soft murmur, his dilated gaze shifting from your slightly ajar lips to your admiring eyes.

“Not a chance.” You whispered against Lin’s lips which eagerly, yet gently, pressed against yours. Your hands found their way to the back of his neck, his cupping your face as the pads of his thumbs caressed your cheeks. You felt him smile against your lips as you sighed into the kiss. You pulled away slowly as Lin’s hands still lingered.

You both broke into exuberant grins, your cheeks burning as Lin looked up at you. “I should’ve done that a lot sooner.”

The Dinner Party

just a random idea that came to me in a fever dream earlier this week. rated E for explicit smutty smut smut. enjoy!


“You want me to do what?”

Peeta frowned at her foot, wielding the nail polish brush threateningly. “First, I want you to hold still.” Katniss wriggled her toes defiantly but then obliged, hardly daring to breathe when he swiped the coral nail polish onto her big toe in nice, even strokes. It looked perfect, of course. He could always paint better than she could, even nails.

“Seriously, though. You want me to go to a dinner party with you?” she asked. He glanced up at her with a crooked smile before he started painting her next toenail.

“You make it sound like I’ve asked you to strip naked and run around the block or something,” he said, focusing on her toes. She snorted, then clamped her lips shut when he shot her a warning look. Snorting made her foot jiggle, apparently. “It’s just a dinner party. Delly asked everyone to bring a guest–someone, and I quote, ‘interesting.’ So I’m asking you.”

Katniss stared at the top of his head, his blond curls falling across his forehead as he worked. “But I don’t really know her. And what a weird stipulation,” she said with a laugh.

Peeta shrugged. “Delly likes her theme parties,” he muttered, tongue poking out the corner of his mouth as he delicately painted her pinky toe. Satisfied with his work, he shot her a triumphant smile. “And you’re the most interesting person I know.”

She rolled her eyes. “Says the guy who paints nails better than any girl I know.”

He gave her a look of mock offense. “Are you questioning my masculinity? You know how I feel about rigid gender roles.” Then he held up his hand, palm flat, fingers spread. “And who’s got a steadier hand than me?” She kicked playfully at his hand, and he made a noise of protest, grabbing her ankle to place her foot down on the coffee table. “Don’t mess up my hard work.”

Katniss slumped down into the couch, chewing on her lip. “You know I don’t like people. How am I supposed to be interesting around a bunch of strangers?”

Screwing the nail polish bottle shut, Peeta sat back on his hands. “Just think of it as a challenge. See how often you can work into the conversation that dry wit and razor-sharp sarcasm of yours without them realizing you’re insulting them.”

“Do you want people to hate me?” she asked wryly, folding her arms over her chest. He grinned.

“Delly said interesting. She didn’t say anything about likable.” He laughed when she flipped him off, then pushed off the floor to stand up. “I should head home. But I swear, if you just be yourself, people will love you.” She didn’t think it was that simple. Peeta never had to worry about getting people to like him; it just came naturally to him. But she didn’t argue the point, letting him pull her up from the couch. With cotton balls stuffed between her toes, she wobbled after him to the front door. Grabbing his jacket from the coat rack, he turned to her. “So you’ll come?”

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One Rule | stripper!jennie | M

Originally posted by zelosgf

Summary: “You have one rule, no touching allowed.”

Word Count: 9,951

When your friend had told you to let loose, you figured she meant for you to take a week off of work, go outside and soak up Vitamin D, maybe have one more drink than you usually did at the bar.

You did not, however, think that she meant anything remotely close to a strip club.

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“Flat out” - h.s. Part 7

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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You had your head on your kitchen island as you stared at the small fish tank in front of you. The little beta fish swam around with it’s burgundy tail flipping through the water as it swam in little circles around and around. 

“Same,” you sighed, spooning a mouthful of cereal into your mouth while continuing to watch your little fish. You’d bought him two weeks ago, after living on your own for two full months, and you were quite content just watching this little guy swim around with no worries in the world. 

He soothed you.

You may or may not have named him Harry. 

David had already texted you twice today around five in the morning like an apparently normal person in the law world. You had been working the same case for about a month now and you seriously were started to get agitated. Patience had never been a strong suit for you. 

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Caffeine Challenge #17

Hi, all! I had a little trouble getting started, but I like where it went! You can read mine below or here (X)



Geneva stands on the outskirts of the town she built and feels the hostility radiating from the closed doors, the shuttered windows, the empty streets. There silence echoes out to her, accuses her, and she can see graffiti over the town’s sign. She doesn’t need to see it to know what it says.

The rebellion is successful. The Queen has fallen. Wanted dead.

It’s not a new thing, to be wanted dead. She’s been wanted dead by any number of people since she was very small. At least now there’s a reason for it.

She turns her back on the town (It’s already turned its back on her.) and shakes her head. She’s not resentful – far from it.

This is what she planned, after all.

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It starts when she’s looking up (and up and up) at her brother. He’s regal and imposing, even with limbs that are too long, too thin, too weak. He changes the last part slowly, builds muscle like her father builds their kingdom, with sweat and dedication and something feral in their breast.

She looks up at him and thinks, You’re going to die. They’re going to kill you and you’re going to let them.

Turns out she’s half right. He lets his murderer put him down, lets the knife pierce his breast, lets them take the life from his eyes.

But they don’t kill him. She does.

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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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Two Left Feet

Requested by: @seemeinacrownandsuspenders
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Pairing: Reader x 40s!Bucky
Word Count: 1.4K
Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I’ve always wanted to write a 40s!Bucky fic, I hope it’s okay!

~~Steve’s POV~~

“C’mon, Buck,” Steve nervously glances at the clock, knowing that you’d be showing up any moment, “She needs someone to teach her how to dance. I’d do it myself, but I’d just stand on her feet and mess it up,”

“Pal,” Bucky whines for the fifth time, “I jus’ don’t wanna, okay?”

“We’ve known her since school,” Steve tries to reason, “Just do her this one lil’ favour. You love dancing!”

“I don’t wanna help her good at dancin’ so that she can impress another fella,” Bucky confessed, “She’s always refused to let me take her dancing, so why should I help her?”

Steve sighs, and readies himself for another argument about Bucky’s crush on you. But a soft knock at the door stops him, “Because she’s here and I already told her that you’d help,” Steve quickly whispers.

Bucky groans, making Steve give him a satisfied smirk. Steve knew that Bucky could never say no to you in person.

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Me, Not Her | A | .01

Kwon Jiyong | BIGBANG | 1K Words | .01 .02

When you given up, and no matter what you do it’s never good enough.

When you never thought that it could ever get this tough.

That’s when you feel my kind of love.

We Can’t Be Friends

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An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

Sooo. I needed some practice after my writer’s block so I decided to write this random tumblr prompt and make it slightly bokuroo. Please don’t shoot me. Enjoy!


“Grandma, what the fuck.”

Language, Tetsurou,” his grandmother scolds goodnaturedly.

Kuroo stares and stares and stares, because seriously, what the fuck, grandma.

“Hey hey!” The man beaming behind her waves a hand enthusiastically in greeting. “Nice house!”

“It’s uh, not mine.” Kuroo says awkwardly, and pats his grandma gently on the shoulder.

“Thank you, dear,” she also beams.

Why the fuck is everyone beaming, Kuroo thinks, what is so great about this. The attic is a bit of a steep descent, and at his grandmother’s age, she really shouldn’t be climbing up and down with those knees.

“I got it,” the man and his incredibly thick arms literally block the way when Kuroo moves to lend his grandma an arm.

“Right,” Kuroo grits. It’s my grandmother, he thinks viciously, but the guy looks so damn happy it’d be like kicking a puppy.

‘The guy’ is a bit of an understatement, to be quite honest. Maybe grandma’s just left her specs at the kitchen table again, but those weird horns- not to mention the black and white hair- are definitely not ‘guy’-like. They’re… evil-like, and Kuroo is really worried about his grandmother.

Those claws don’t look too comfortable either, but her thick jumper solves that problem. At least he’s got proper feet, Kuroo supposes, it’d be a bit awkward getting about with hooves.

“Satan?”

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CS AU: Witch & The Wolf 

Emma put a few more logs on the fire as the sun was nearly down and Killian would be there soon. She set to work making up their camp - a flick of her wrist and a grand tent appeared, a king sized bed right in the middle and loaded down with soft linens, plush pillows and a warm fur blanket. The soft twinkling lights that lined the ceiling was sure to create the perfect atmosphere, not that they really needed help. Next she magicked a cooler chest filled with delicacies they would surely need later in the night to replenish their spent energy along with wine and other assorted drinks.

A satisfied smile spread across her face as she gave the camp a once over. Nodding as she straightened her flannel shirt, she turned back to the fire and settled into a chair by the fire, watching the sunset. 

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You’re My Alpha

Anon asked: can you make a theo raeken imagine/smut where the reader starts to hate the pack because since theo came back to town the pack told her to stay away from him/ are overprotecting asf but she finds theo attractive and theo convinces her to go against the pack & she become bad & they become the badass couple of beacon hills - I’m sorry for my english but hope you understood & I also love your page

Word count: 2459

Warning: Contains smut, blood, little bit of violence.

Pairing: Theo x Reader

A/N: Wow I had inspiration for this one! Hope you like it and thanks for the request!

The pack had warned me. I had been warned on numerous occasions, I couldn’t come near him. I didn’t have the right to be in his presence. He was dangerous, a threat, and I was in danger.

They were repeating it a lot and at the beginning I listened to them. I avoided being in the presence of the threat as best I could. I was doing my best. But I couldn’t chase away the emotions that roamed my body when I saw him, when I thought about him, his face, his eyes, his lips, imagining his hands on my body…

Theo Raeken.

I had done everything to avoid him, but he was the one who stick me when I was separated from the group. He had waited for the right moment, the perfect opportunity to isolate me in the locker room of the school, my back sticking against the lockers, him in front of me, hands on both sides of my head, his face so close that I could feel his hot breath against my lips. So close, I was dying to cross the meager distance that separated us to eat his appetizing mouth. I knew I couldn’t, I had been forbidden, and the pack had even become hyper-protective towards me. There was always someone with me. But not today. And he knew it. He also knew the obvious and burning desire I had for him and according to Stiles who hated him bitterly, Theo would use my feelings against me. Against the pack. But there, his body pressed against mine in the empty dressing rooms, the sound of our breathing being the only perceptible sound in the silence, it didn’t jump to my eyes. He was devouring me with his eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Y / N. Why are you hiding? Why do you stay the little wolf with the broken leg that drags out of Scott’s pack? Why do you need so much protection?” He whispered softly against my lips.

“Because I’m human,” I answered him just as gently, unable to detach my gaze from his lips.

“Stiles is too, and he’s not followed 24/7,” he added with a smile. That smile that was always makes me melt.

“Well,” I began, my mind empty of all answers. He had a point.

Theo put his hand on my cheek and looked me straight in the eyes.

“You’re strong, you don’t need them, you don’t need their protection. They slow you down, they want to hide your true potential,” he added in a sinister tone that gave me shivers of excitement in the back.

“They say you’re bad …”

“They say a lot of things … because they don’t like me … Scott wants to keep the control on his pack, that’s all he wants, he wants to keep you on a lead, he thinks you’re too stupid to act on your own will,” he continued, advancing a little more toward me. I drank his words like an alcoholic in need. He was right. Scott was stopping me from flourishing. He was keeping me in a cage.

My breath accelerated when I felt his lips resting against mine, magnetised. Theo put his hand on my waist and left the other against my cheek. I opened my mouth to ask for more, I wanted more, I needed more, to feel his skin against mine, his warmth, his smell, I wanted all this to belong to me.

“Let her go! ”

A wolf growl and then Theo was thrown away from me against the lockers. I opened my eyes abruptly to see the scene. Scott had rushed towards Theo, and held him brutally by the throat against the rickety locker. He was strangled and struggled as best he could, his face becoming more and more red. For his part, Scott was angry, his muscles were protruding under his t-shirt and even though he was back at me I could very well imagine the red eyes of the Alpha who was burning with hate.

Without thinking, I rushed at them shouting.

“Leave him alone!” I shouted, scowling at Scott’s back, not letting go.

“Why do you defend him all the time!” He grunted. “He’s evil! A traitor! ”

I stopped beating him, hesitant and then crossed Theo’s gaze who was still struggling. He nodded scarcely toward Scott and I understood.

“What are you doing here Scott … you followed me?”

Scott turned his red eyes at me, angry.

“Well …” He started.

“Why are you following me all the time?” I repeated calmly.

“To protect you!” He added grumbling towards Theo.

“I know how to protect myself!” I added, feeling the anger boil inside of me.

“No you don’t know! You are naive and silly, looks where it led you!” He raised his voice.

For my part, I was shocked by his words. I looked at Theo again. He was right; Scott thought I was weak, stupid and naive. And I was going to prove him wrong.

I backed up without saying a word and grabbed a Lacrosse stick that was dragging on the floor. I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding, but the rage blinded me. He didn’t like me. I wasn’t weak!

It was on this thought that I pushed as hard as I could the stick behind Scott’s head, which was thrown a few centimeters on the ground, thus releasing Theo who looked at me with amazed eyes, coughing. But Scott already started to get up again, angry, so I that time I didn’t hesitate and ran to him to knock him over and over with the stick until his face was covered in blood. The rage was burning my muscles and controlling my body. Then I ran to Theo, helped him get up and ran away from the locker room without a glance at Scott.


We were in Theo’s car, who was driving us to his hideout to make us safe. For my part, I was looking at my hands full of blood since we were in the car, my breathing jerky and fast, a buzzing in my ears. What had I done? And above all, why didn’t I feel guilty? The guilt would have consumed me and made me cry, but I didn’t feel anything.

"What does it do? ”

I turned to Theo who glanced at me, satisfied, while keeping an eye on the road.

“What does it feel like to be finally free and powerful? How do you feel after you have demolished the face of your alpha? ”

I held his gaze and felt a naughty smile stretching my lip.

“Satisfied.”


It had been several weeks since I had joined Theo and left Scott’s pack. Chaos broke out everywhere in the city, fires, deaths, blood flowed afloat. And I still couldn’t feel guilty. I had Theo by my side, I felt strong, powerful, invincible and above all, I no longer felt constrained to Scott’s stupid regulations. Don’t kill? Death is natural and violence is in the nature of the human being. I had nothing to do with Scott and the others. My alpha was now Theo.

I was waiting for Theo’s return, sitting in the car when my door opened and I was forced out of the vehicle before landing painfully on the ground grunting in pain.

“At last we find you, traitor!” Growled a voice that wasn’t unknown to me. Malia.

I wanted to get up, the rage bubbling in my body, but she put her foot on my face to stop me.

"Gently …” Another voice began. Scott, of course.

“ Why? She killed and massacred many people!” Malia added.

"She had to be controlled by Theo,” Stiles said.

An inhuman laugh shook my whole body followed by a dark silence.

“You’re so stupid, no one controls me,” I mumbled. “ This is who I am. ”

“Then you’re better dead!” Malia grunted, catching me by the collar to get me up to her height. It was the perfect moment, so I took the knife out of my belt and sank it into her stomach. I saw the light of her blue eyes slowly extinguish and her eyes darkened as she let go of me to put her hand on her bloody wound. I took advantage of the general consternation to place two fingers in my mouth and whistle as loud as I could, alarm between me and Theo. Immediately, my alpha came out of the shadows and jumped into the melee close to me, a smile at the corner of his lips.

“Well,” he began before putting his arm around my waist.

“Theo …” Scott spited as he pulled out his claws while Stiles was with Malia.

“Tut tut tuut …” Theo whispered. “You’re not strong enough, Scott. You are no more than the shadow of yourself. Your little protégé will not come back and you will never control her again. She’s mine,” he finished, ferociously pressing his lips against mine. I groaned with pleasure opening my mouth and our tongues danced for a moment in a passionate ballet, temporarily forgetting our enemy who were facing us.

“Come on, darling, finish the work so that we can continue this,” he finished as he heads for the car, grabbing my butt as he passed with his powerful hands. I smiled and then turned back to Scott, who was staring at me with tears in his eyes.

“Y / N … please, listen to me …”

Bam.

Scott didn’t have time to react and felt on his knees, with his hand on his stomach, blood flowing from the bullet I just shoot. I had no regrets.

“I don’t have to listen to you. You’re no longer my alpha,” I finished before getting into the car. Theo made the tires crunch and we left the parking lot.


“Are you hurt?” Theo asked me, glancing at me as he drove.

I looked at my bleeding elbow, the only physical wound I had.

“No,” I replied.

“It was really sexy …” He added, licking his lips. “When you put them down like that, the guilt on their faces. It was … exciting. ”

I stared at him for a moment before approaching him like a cat, as sensually as possible while licking my lips, hungry.

“How exciting?” I asked  before putting my hand on his crutch, which was already starting to get hard when I had barely touched it.

He took his eyes off the road again for a moment to plunge his gaze into mine, burning with desire.

"Incredibly exciting. I wanted to take you there, in front of them, and fuck you until you were no longer able to stand on your feet. Until you cry and beg me to let you come. ”

My hand squeezed his crutch making him grunt. He couldn’t touch me, he had to keep his hands on the wheel, and I knew that it was a frustration to him, to the highest point. I continued to stroke his erection over his pants, first gently to raise the pressure, then more and more brutally, making him growl every time. Feeling that he appreciated the treatment, I undo his belt and jeans button before descending his zipper and releasing his privacy from the tissue barrier that imprisoned him.

“Fuck, Y / N …” Theo muttered, closing his eyes for a moment. He wasn’t at the end of his surprises.

I leaned over him and lowered my head until my mouth was a few centimeters away from his reddened cock, not moving for a moment in order to raise the sexual frustration. Then I gave a chaste kiss before licking his cock which made him groan. Satisfied by his reactions, I didn’t wait any longer and began to suck him. First from the base to the bottom, then taking it all in my mouth while my hand kneaded his testicles still trapped in his underwear, creating extremely erotic sucking sounds. Mixed with the many moans that came out of his mouth, the excitement in me rose more and more and I already felt the humidity between my legs, sign of the obvious desire that I had at that time.

Then I felt his hand rest on my head and grab my hair to guide my movements and I let him do it. He kept groaning and grunting for a moment while continuing to move me against his erection, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t plan to let him come that fast.

I put my hand on his to remove it from my head and raised it to cross his eyes. I smiled and pulled my pants out; I straddled him and put my mouth against his neck, which allowed him to still have a good view on the road.

“Fuck, Y / N, you really want to do it now?”

For only answer I planted my teeth in his neck, strong enough to cause him pain but not enough to cause bleeding. I packed my panties on the side to clear my very wet entrance and took my other hand to place his erection in the right place. Then, before he could say a single word, I lowered on his hard erection while groaning in his ear.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he grunted in a hoarse voice and I felt the car zigzagging for a moment.

“And you’re so big,” I answered, licking his earlobe, satisfied. I began to move, first slowly, from top to bottom, still irritating him a little. But I wasn’t entirely satisfied and I didn’t intend to stop there.

I retired almost entirely before I plunged again, very quickly and hard. I felt the tip of his erection bump the wall of my inside and I groaned hard enough against his ear, which caused the car to zigzag again.

“Fuck Y / N!” Theo repeated with a pleasure grunt.

I continued my movements, fast, jerky, powerful, while continuing to groan his name. I knew he was dying to touch me. To take me, to punish me, to slap my ass. And to have the control was exciting me even more.

“I’m close …” He mumbled in my ear. I was close too.

“Me too ah …”

A few moments later Theo came in me and I had a very satisfactory orgasm that left me panting, still sitting on him. Then, after giving him a quick kiss on the lips, I left him to return at my seat, a satisfied smile on my lips.

“Y / N …” Theo began without looking at me, smirking.

“Yes sweety?” I asked him seductively.

"Wait a little until we get to the hide-out … you will get your punishment.”

I put my hand through my hair before answering.

“You’re the alpha…”

Unfriendly Competition // Min Yoongi

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the prompt: I’ve been thinking lately about dragons;; Could I request a Dragon Tamer!AU with Yoongi of BTS? Where you two are both dragon-tamers in training (like you’re both students under the same master, kind of thing?) and you two have a very intense rivalry that’s literally all pent up romantic tension but of course neither of you realize it~ So you’re constantly teasing and trying to one-up each other, but things go too far when one of the baby dragons gets hurt?? And in nursing it back to health you two grow closer, and start to realize that you don’t hate each other as much as you thought… and actually might even like each other??

words: 3682

category: fluff!!

author note: i had fun writing this!! your requests are always fun to write tbh. i hope everyone enjoys this! (also, i made the flame dragon’s name susan because dan and phil okay bye)

- destinee

Originally posted by jeonsshi

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Title: Tell Me…Why Him?

Pairing: Sidlink 

Tags: Fluff, immense fluff, just all the fluff 

Summary: After Link’s and Sidon’s engagement is announced, Muzu poses a question to the Zora Prince: why him? why chose Link over all the other potential mates? The question appears easy enough to answer at first, but it is it truly something he can coherently explain?

A/N: Written for @sidlinkweek! Specifically for day one’s prompt, Blessings, which I realize has passed but better late than never so! Ye

Cross posted on my AO3 so if you’d like to read it there! Comments, reblogs, and kudoes are highly appreciated! 

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The loud, excited squeals and shouts of children always served as a perfect indication that Link had entered Zora’s Domain.

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Zootopia / Robin Hood Fanfiction TAKE A STAND epilogue

(AN/ Here we go…the end. Take a Stand had been my most successful fic and that is only possible because of you amazing folks who actually read it reviwed, liked, faved, followed and reblogged this dumb fic, I want to high five all of you for being so awesome. Now I have to thank a few folks who helped illustrate this fic; @ziegelzeig dude you know how much I love your work and your friendship you’re an amazing artist and writer, I love you dude. @fuzzywuzzylittletail you came up with some crackin’ artwork for this fic thank you, shadowed-visitor thank you too for your song/art pieces, @reddoshirousagi06 thank you for your brilliant sketches, @trashasaurusrex @ky-jane @blueberrycarrots @idealbean and everyone else who contributed. Thank you all for reading…so without further ado let’s get cracking with this chapter.)

Here’s the fanfiction,net link… https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12105029/31/Take-A-Stand

Epilogue - One Year Later

The smell of engine oil and old wood brought back a host of memories for Judy as she clambered up the ladder to the upper level of one of the many barns at Hopps farm, she used to play cops and robbers with her siblings all the time as a kit but right now the twenty six year old bunny needed a moment to relax in the barn. It had been a very hectic day, as soon as she stepped off the train at Bunnyburrow station it had been a non stop series of hugs, catching up with relatives and being overstuffed with the mountains of food that had been prepared for the massive party had arrived from Zootopia including; herself, Nick, Luna, Marian, Robin, Little John, Jack and Skye.

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Helpless

Originally posted by blackholesmf

Pairing: Barbara X Reader X Jerome 

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: murderous psycho-dorks fighting over you and you are unfortunately, a very average person.

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The only sound heard was the motor of the car, the gears shifting accordingly as street lights passed just a pace slower than your heartbeat. You were thankful you weren’t driving, you were so cold and shock-still you couldn’t even see the road. He tittered, making your heart skip remembering Jerome was beside you. Not because of some kidnapping or as a partner in crime, but because you saved him. You saw Theo grabbing the knife. It was instinct. You saw someone in danger and you didn’t think who it was before wrapping your arms around his chest as Theo raised his hand, and you yanked Jerome out of the way. The whole room blinked, everything paused to take in what happened.

A cold hand, one of delicate fingers ran down your cheek as Jerome started up a great laugh. Barbara pulled in from the back seat close to you, “You’re alright Kitten.” She kept petting longingly as Jerome’s victorious laughter shook through the car. “I told you, underneath it all, you’re one of us. You’ve always been one of us.”

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Blind As A Bat

You have had a long week trying to prepare for a presentation that was supposed to be the turning point in whether you could be promoted as your company’s director. Hell, you’ve been having a long week for the past three months trying to get this shit together. You’ve worked so hard for the company that when they offered you to do this job, you couldn’t say no.

Although Jay has been expressing his support for your career, you couldn’t help but feel guilty about not being able to spend time with him as much as you’d like. He was busy too with the new ventures he’d setup apart from his label. You were scared that work would eventually put a wedge between your relationship.

“I hate adulting,” you sighed as you and him were working through your breakfast on the kitchen counter.

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Sexual Frustration

Member: JinHo || PENTAGON

Genre: Smut, Romance

Words: 1.3k

The night was silent as she bit into her finger, her face flushed with heat and sweat was pooling underneath her as she lay on the bed, her fingers plunged into her pussy. Her boyfriend, as so many previous nights, was staying late in the studio practicing for the upcoming comeback, so she did not blame him for giving her that bit less of attention.

However, she had her own urges, and at this night they exploded as she thought of all the little things he would do to her if he would be there with her.

He was not, though, and she was left alone to deal with her sexual frustration. Being in that state, the only thing she could think of was obviously masturbation, though as she closed her eyes, she could feel his hands roam all over her nude body, inspecting every inch and crevice, his hot breath ghosting over the valley of her breasts and descending downwards, towards her swollen clit and between her lower lips, plunging his tongue in—

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in the woods

he sets a steaming mug on the coffee-table beside her, the scent of hot chocolate curling her lips up. last night, he made them rib-eyes with spinach and mashed potatoes, used that ridiculously expensive grass-fed butter and everything; she picks up the mug, takes a creamy sip, and decides that she can summarize this weekend with the word rich. though they only have two space-heaters in this little cabin, the room feels cozy nonetheless. she lounges on the couch, the secret history on her pajamaed lap, her legs up on the cushions while he sits down at her feet, lifts her toes up onto his lap. she sets the mug back down, returns to her words while he takes one of her wool socks into his hands and rubs his thumb along her arch. yes, she thinks; rich is the correct term.

though she’s unsure as to whose cabin this is, she knows it belongs to an old friend of mulder’s, some guy whose wife or daughter or other relative had been abducted, and due to mulder’s brash heroism - she stopped listening as soon as he began the story, for she figured it wouldn’t be true or that the true version would be far less exhilarating than mulder’s rendition - and she doesn’t want to question the ownership, not when it’s ever-so-softly snowing outside and not while their little space of the adirondacks is so blissfully, wonderfully quiet. according to the true locals, this is off-season, and they’re in a portion of the state that’s been owned by a specific family for years; the lake water, apparently, is safe to drink though she made sure mulder boiled it anyway. nonetheless, it’s just them and the neighboring cabin’s occupants out here for the weekend, the nearest paved road being thirty miles away, the closest gas station probably thirty-five. 

“are we staying in today?” he asks as he rubs her feet, still tired from their past week of nonstop paperwork. to skinner on friday, mulder claimed that he would have a twenty-four hour virus starting on that coming monday, a lie that skinner grinned and bore; as for her excuse to spend the weekend away, she was registered to attend a conference in alexandria that she’d intended to attend though mulder’s mentioned it hundreds of times that, technically speaking, they’re both playing hooky. yesterday, they spent the morning snowshoeing the property and hiking the short path down to the frozen-over lake, but today, life sounds best when her book, a blanket, and mulder are involved.

glancing out the window, she watches as an evergreen folds heavily beneath the falling snow; outside, the world is silent but full of change, the gravity shifting as it does with every storm. to herself, she wonders if they might end up snowed in and finds she doesn’t mind that prospect. 

“i’d like to,” she says as he switches to her other foot. 

of course, she’d been resistant at his first mention of a weekend like this, one planned out and researched and intended for - she nearly cringes at the word - romance.

“just wait for a holiday weekend instead,” she insisted as they sat together in the basement office, as she flicked through some new file, as she remained friendly but indifferent toward him in the way she’d mastered at work over the years. though their relationship had changed drastically - in a good way, in the best of ways - since he kissed her on the first, she still needed to be professional. “i’d rather not take time off.”

“but it is a holiday weekend,” he gave softly, his eyes puppying and his gaze silently hurt. 

“mulder, martin luther king day is in january, not february.”

“yeah, i know that.”

“then what holiday are you talking about?”

and though she knew that their territory since he kissed her on the first was uncharted, and though she knew that her priorities didn’t tend toward hallmark holidays, and though she knew better than to think he would overlook such a thing, she stared incredulously at him, couldn’t remember any february holiday other than her birthday though even that one was hardly worth celebrating.

“that’s the weekend of valentine’s day,” he explained, his eyes downcast, his ribs still as he waited for the inevitable rejection. “the fourteenth’s that monday.”

and now, she’s playing hooky for the first time in her career, and she’s wearing his thermal shirt, and he made her belgian waffles for breakfast, the world beyond them is a mess of bright white, and work is the last thing on her mind.

“i think there’s a scrabble board on the bookshelf,” he says, glancing back at the dusty, faded stack of almanacs; this place, all gas-powered and wooden, looks exactly the way a cabin should look, the decor straight out of the 1960s, the mugs in the cabinet all fading shades of green and yellow, all of the furniture holding the scent of pine. if there’s a box of scrabble in here, it’ll be an old version, the rulebook fading and three or four of the pieces missing. looking to him, she smiles softly, figures that everything’s more alluring when it has a quirk or two.

“yeah,” she offers, folding her pages over her bookmark, setting the novel down on the coffee-table. then, she shimmies down against the couch, her knees falling over his lap, and motions for him to come closer. though the word of the weekend is rich, she figures contact would also suffice.

“we’re not going to fit,” he warns but leans down alongside her anyway; with his folded legs draping across her hips and his arm steadying himself around her stomach, she exhales, her mind blanking meditatively, her heartbeat slow and soft. 

“i’m sorry that there’s not much to do around here,” he whispers against her skin, his lips ghosting against her collarbone. “i should’ve planned something else. though i know you like quiet places, this might be a little too quiet.”

“no, no,” she says, shaking her head as she twines his fingers through his hair. then, she quirks a lip, says, “a calm, quiet weekend with you is a rare treat.”

“we could’ve gone to san jose,” he muses; though she’s not entirely sure, she thinks he’s joking. “i heard that there have been sightings there. we could’ve stayed up until four in the morning, looked for flying saucers, and eaten junk food all weekend.”

“how romantic,” she deadpans. 

“this hasn’t been romantic at all,” he grumbles, the statement self-deprecating, his words intended for himself only.

on the drive from some tiny rural airport in vermont to this cabin, he brought out his blues brothers cd to keep them entertained while the radio stations went in and out; he imitated the guys on npr for a certain stretch of miles, each quip being met with a smile from her. though they arrived too late on friday night to see much of the property, he offered her a ski mask and sat on the cabin’s porch with her, pointed out the seven sisters constellation and labeled it the smudge in the sky. that night, she took his sleep-shirt out of his duffel, put it on before he could, and the incredulous but deeply satisfied look he gave her for that - and the mild-mannered but insistent way he managed to get it back, or at least to let it reside on the bedroom’s floor for the remainder of the evening - was worth any backroad boredom they could’ve had. though she always knew he was loving, could discern his intelligent passion from the moment she first met him, she’s still shocked with every extraneous touch, with every unnecessary caress, with the way he’ll stop stirring risotto just so he can bring her into his arms, and she’s far more shocked with how at ease she feels with him. when he makes her dinner, when he borrows her chapstick though she insists that he shouldn’t, when he spoons up against her in bed as though he could read her mind and sense that she felt cold, she feels her mind soften, her muscles relax; simultaneously, they’re honeymooners and best friends, and as she turns her head, kisses his forehead, she whispers, “it’s been romantic.”

“but has it been a valentine’s day kind of romantic?” he asks. 

“of course it has,” she laughs. 

“really?”

“you’re asking someone who forgot about the holiday altogether.”

“so i should’ve made this year so memorable that you would never forget it.”

she closes her eyes, breathes him in, thinks of how many hours they have to themselves, just the two of them in the middle of nowhere on a snowy day, books and scrabble keeping them company, this cabin making them feel as though they’re the only people left on earth.

“i’ll never forget it,” she whispers to him. “i promise.”