i might freeze

The other day @inkstainsandbattythings brought this very interesting IMDb poll to my attention. Who’s the worst Batman villain to share a bunk bed with? Looks like we have a lot of options to choose from.

So,  I checked to see what the results were and

Scarecrow is in second place? I’m so proud of him~ Wait…why did Mr. Freeze get 87 votes? Surely Riddler would be much worse–

Oh, my sweet summer child.

Lachesism! Lance

sooooo this is something me and @moppingleshitoutofyou came up with a while ago, hope yall enjoy!!

you can check out some of my other mini fics here


Lance didn’t really know when it started. There were too many incidents to pinpoint its exact origins. It could have began when he tried to jump out the window when he was six to prove that he could totally fly Marcos. Or when he was nine and ate a bee when Lily said they were dangerous, because how dangerous can a chubby little bumblebee be? It was like it was always there, this little voice urging him to prove his worth through dangerous tasks.

it wasn’t until he was fifteen when the real trouble began. 

Once again, the origins of the power he was given was unknown to him. He sorta just woke up one day and bam, he felt the emotions of everyone in the house. To say it was overwhelming would be an understatement. He could practically taste his mother’s worry and his sister’s sadness and he just wanted to help them you know? Ease their pain, because no one deserved to feel those emotions. Perhaps it was then that he became aware of the feelings his felt since he was a kid. He had a form of lachesism, or at least that’s what the therapist his parents forced him to go to told him.

It took countless hours of research to figure out what the hell lachesism even was, since it wasn’t something that simply popped up in everyday conversations. And the whole emotions things? Yeah, it took a while to figure out how that fit into this mess. 

In fact, he was still trying to figure it all out when he went to the Garrison, which was yet another mess because he could feel all of the students’ emotions too. His family’s emotions were barely a sliver of what he had to endure every day. There was just, just so much sadness here. It was like a new wave hit him every time he moved, encasing him in this bubble of hurt. It was too much at times, causing him to spiral into anxiety attacks when Hunk was asleep. 

Yet, he thrived in the pain he was forced to endure everyday. Maybe it was the fact he was given this power to know what everyone was feeling, but he finally felt like he was worth something. Who else could stand feeling other’s emotions constantly thrown at them, if they were not at least worth something. Call it middle child syndrome, but Lance finally felt like he could make a difference. He could help these people! All he had to do was try to keep them happy and their sadness would begin to melt away. 

Thus, class-clown Lance was born at the age of 16, who was always there to crack a joke. He learned to talk more to make others feel comfortable and laugh loud enough for everyone to feel included. Finally, Lance felt clarity in his mind for the first time in years, and he was able to truly believe he had worth.

However this only solved the problem for a bit, as smiles can only go so far. Soon the sadness returned, albeit weaker than before, but it was still there. This unsettled Lance more than he thought it would. How could he help now? How could he prove he was more than just a cargo pilot? He was already struggling to keep up with Keith and now this? 

It was when Lance was comforting Hunk after a panic attack did he realize just how far his powers could reach. 

The two had been cuddling when Lance felt this pull, this tug towards Hunk’s emotions that he never felt before. He followed it of course and the feeling was indescribable. It was like he drowning in Hunk’s emotions, each feeling circling around him, urging him to touch, to feel. Shakily, he mentally reached out for the anxiety that kept bubbling up and it was like he sinking in this void of emotions that was endless. It wormed itself inside of Lance until it was gone, residing within him rather than Hunk. It was terrifying.

But Hunk’s smile after it was over, his slight laughter as he stated he felt better than he had in years, made it all worth it.


After being swept up in the whirlwind that was Voltron, Lance knew once again that he had worth. It wasn’t in his shooting capabilities or in his powerful bond with his lion or even in the persona he still continued. No, it was in the way he took away Pidge’s worry and soothed it with reassurance, how he slipped into Shiro’s room at night and removed the terror that plagued him to allow him a decent night of rest, and in the way he harbored Allura and Coran’s homesickness for the world they lost and offered them the feeling of family instead. This was his purpose, his way of showing his worth in subtle ways.

It took a toll on Lance though, the emotions he took away finding a home in his chest, weighing him down. He could feel the anxiety in his fingertips, the fear in his bones, and the never ending sadness in his mind. But it was worth it wasn’t it? He was protecting his teammates from the pain of these awful emotions, keeping up the spirits of Voltron through his pain. It was worth it. 

Blue didn’t think so. She’d often lecture Lance on overdoing it and how it truly wasn’t worth it, but couldn’t she see that it was? By him feeling this, surviving through this, he was able to see Pidge laugh freely and Hunk grow into his role as a paladin. Watch as Keith became more open to the group, his previous doubts now backed up with trust in his team. 

Oh cub, can’t you see how it weighs you down, how it tears you apart? She had asked one morning, specifically after a nasty panic attack. Can’t you see you’re worth more than this? That you’re more than just Lance, that you’re my paladin who doesn’t deserve this? Can’t you see?

But in the grand scheme of things, his wellbeing doesn’t matter, only that Voltron can still form. He was simply helping the process and he would be there for his team no matter what.

Despite this, Lance began to close in on himself. He spent hours upon hours with Blue, strengthening his powers so he could become more. He learned to manipulate the emotions, how to expel them onto others, making them feel the pain he suffered through each and everyday. He still went through his daily cleaning, helping each Paladin in whatever form they needed before heading back to his hangar and remaining there till night. The persona Lance built back at the Garrison had begun to crack, but it was fine because he was becoming stronger right? Now he could truly protect his team. He was no longer an emotional dump. He could send those emotions to whoever he pleased. He had worth.

The team began to get worried, however. They noticed how Lance began to close up, disappearing for hours on end. They knew they had to do something about it, but how?

“Maybe we could corner him?” Keith suggested, shrugging. 

“No, no, he wouldn’t tell us what was wrong if we did that. How about we call him up to the bridge?” Hunk replied, glancing at Shiro, who was pacing. 

“I don’t think that’ll work Hunk, you’ve seen Lance. Our best bet might be to go down to his hangar and speak to him there, the Blue Lion might help back us up,” Shiro sighed, looking down the hallway to where the hangars were,”I know he might freeze up but it’s the only option that gives us the backup of a lion.” 

The team nodded, Hunk simply turning silently, before beginning their dissent towards the hangars, nervousness tickling the back of their necks. It wasn’t long until they all stood before the door of the Blue Lion’s hangar. With a quick glance at the team Shiro was about to open it when it opened on its own silently, shocking the team slightly. Blue hummed quietly in the back of their minds before disappearing, allowing the paladins to enter her hangar. 

Hunk almost fainted at what awaited them, the rest gasping at the sight before them. 

There in the middle of the hangar, sat Lance surrounded by a hurricane of black that swirled faster with each passing second. His eyes were squeezed shut, not seeing the paladins, yet they all felt like he just knew. It was when he opened his eyes that all hell broke loose.


Here’s Part Two !

*walks up to mic*

*clears throat*

*SCREECHES*

SEASON TWO IS ALMOST HERE IT’S ALMOST HERE IT’S ALMOST HERE IT’S ALMOST HERE

2
Giggle Shots

Newt Scamander x Reader

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1156

Warnings: Mild language, kissing, implied smut, possible incorrect HP info??

Request: @vivere-citta 11, 30 and 32 with Newt. I’m sorry, I just love him. THANK YOU SO MUCH!! Please tag me whenever you get it posted (no rush, take as long as you need)

11: “just tAKE THE JACKET!”

30: “C-can you hold my hand?”

32: “HOLD MY HAND GODDAMIT!”

A/N: I loved writing this one and I’m not sure whether this was out of character or not. I just thought the Giggle Shots would give me more room to make Newt more outgoing and weird. I really liked this one and I hope you do too. I’m sorry if anything is incorrect in the context of Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts, I’ve only recently started reading HP and have only seen Fantastic Beasts once. Enjoy!


You walked out of the bar in silence. Newt bid Tina farewell and he kissed her cheek. She smiled and waved goodbye. Newt ran back to your side. He had just thrown down three shots of giggle juice.

Newt was more clumsy in his step, one foot swinging in front of another. He hiccuped and giggled.

“What?” you laughed, crossing your arms over your chest.

Newt smiled wildly at you. “You look beautiful tonight.”

You blushed and kept walking. Newt ran to catch up with you. You hadn’t had giggle juice because you knew what it did it to you. You lost all control and were impractical. So you only stared at Newt with what you managed, an unamused face.

Newt swung his arms behind you and put his head on your shoulder. He kissed your warm cheeks and watched with wonder as his breath frosted in the air. “You are amazing (Y/N). You are so pretty. Like starlight. You are so funny. You always make me laugh.”

“Okay, okay.” you laughed pushing him off.

Newt was supposed to be walking you back to your apartment, but it seemed that you would have to take him back to his apartment. Or rather his suitcase. Which he left at your apartment. You made him promise not to bring it. He had frowned at you and insisted on bringing his bowtruckle which was still quite clingy.

He petted the bowtruckles head with his thumb and smiled at it in his pocket.

You breathed out, a stream of frosted air blowing in front of your face. You rubbed your arms and blew warm air into your hands, trying to regain feeling. “Remind me again why we can’t Apparate?” you asked him.

He smiled and spun around, throwing his arms out at his sides. He opened his mouth and caught a snowflake on his tongue. He smiled. Satisfied. “Because I love it out here. It’s so beautiful. Also, I’m out of floo powder.” he laughed.

“I might freeze to death by the time we get there.”

“(Y/N),” Newt said, stopping. He pulled his dark peacock coat, careful of the bowtruckle. He began to lay it over your shoulders.

You pushed him off and walked farther ahead. “No, I don’t want your jacket.”

Newt sighed then laughed terribly loud. A laugh like Grindelwald’s. “I know what you’re doing, (Y/N)! You are playing hard to get!” he shouted, overcome with giggles.

“No, I’m not.” you lied.

He laughed louder and took a bounding step forward. “I know I’m delusional right now, but I’m telling the truth! Don’t think I’m stupid!”

“I never said you were.”

“You called me an adorable idiot.”

“Idiot none of the less.” you laughed.

Newt laughed uncontrollably. You had thought the giggle juice shots had worn off now, that or it was just Newt now. “Why don’t you loosen up, (Y/N)? Have some giggle juice and just let loose-ha-that rhymed.” you shook your head and looked at the ground. This was the longest walk home ever. “Hey! Hey!” you slugged your shoulder, “You remember that time you drank so many giggle shots that you jumped on the bar and started doing the Erumpent mating dance! It was adorable!”

“You taught me that dance!” you said defensively. “That was a mistake and I don’t drink giggle shots anymore.”

“Then why’d ya come to the bar with Tina and I?”

You sighed and turned around, stopping in front of him. “Because, Newt I wanted to be with you. I honestly wanted to make sure nothing went down between you and Tina. I don’t want the chance of getting my heart broken. You are probably too drunk to remember this, but yeah, Newt, I like you. I like you a lot. Erumpent mating dance a lot.” you laughed.

Newt smiled and reached for your hand as you began walking again. “C-can you hold my hand?”

You shook your head and looked down at your hands. Newt’s was approaching yours. You stared at it tentatively.

“HOLD MY HAND GODDAMMIT!” Newt yelled in your ear, snatching your hand into his. You were taken by surprise. The two of you burst out laughing as you interlaced Newt’s warm soft hands into yours.

He half smiled. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I just really wanted to hold your hand.” he laughed and smiled innocently.

“I could tell.” you smiled.

Your hands swung between each other.

“Are you still drunk on giggle shots?” you asked Newt.

He smirked and you knew, as his head slanted to the side like usual, a curl falling over of his eyes. You reached up to fix. Your hands touched. The two of you smiled.

Newt dropped his hand back to his side.

You stepped a little closer to Newt and rubbed your free hand on your leg, then blew onto it. “(Y/N),” Newt said softly.

He repeated the motion earlier. Breaking away from you and pulling his jacket back off and offering it to you.

You gave him the same answer and matched the tilt of his head and smiled, saying “No.”

“just tAKE THE JACKET!” Newt screamed, throwing the jacket over your shoulders and wrapping it around tight securing his arms around you.

You looked back to see Newt’s freckled and smiling face resting on your shoulder. “I didn’t want you to be cold.” he smiled. “I’m sorry.”

“You are ridiculous.” you laughed, trying to hold up the jacket by yourself.

Newt wouldn’t let you. He playfully squeezed and held on. “I want to be warm too.” he smiled.

After a long cold walk, the remaining ten minutes, Newt’s arms wrapped around your stomach, you walked into your apartment and ran for the nearest blanket. You kicked the door closed. “It’s so cold outside!” you shouted.

You threw the blanket over yourself and wrapped it around your head, falling onto the sofa. Newt pulled one corner of the blanket from you and sat next to you. His head wrapped around with a blanket, his fingers pinching it around his face. “Can I join you?”

“I guess.” you laughed.

“No more hard to get.” he said.

“What?”

“I’m not letting you get away.” Newt pushed you down and grabbed your face gently and kissed you. He pulled the blanket from you and threw over the two of you. When he pulled away you stared at each other almost complete darkness, the air growing warm between you. His hands and lips were warm compared to yours. You put your cold hand to his cheek, feeling him shiver for a moment only for him to kiss you.

The snow storm continued outside as you kissed Newt under the blanket.

Then the sheets.

Mean - Part 1 [Harrison Osterfield series]

A/N PART ONE IS FINALLY UP!! Honestly this part isn’t that all great… a lot of drama, but i hope you like it!! If you have any suggestions for the series do sumbit them :)) i will credit you don’t worry

Summary: You and Harrison share the same group of friends, but somehow you can’t stand each other. All of your friends wonder how long it’ll take for you two to get along, or maybe even fall in love.

Word Count: 1, 230

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x reader, ft Tom Holland and friends

Warnings: Curse words? Angst? Asshole!Osterfield

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Two years ago

“Come on. Truth or dare!” Tom exclaimed as he plopped down in the beanbag.

“Yea! What is a sleepover without truth or dare?” Megan chimed as she huddled in her blankets.

You rolled your eyes. You were having a sleepover with your clique at Tom’s house. Tom, Megan and Harrison. Ugh Harrison. You clambered onto the pile of blankets and you sat between Megan and Tom.

“Megan! You start.” Harrison suggested. She picked truth.

“Would you rather date Harry or Sam?” Tom smirked. He knew that Megan had a crush on one of the twins, he just didn’t know which one.

“Sam.” She said quietly, with her head bowed down a little.

“I KNEW IT!” Tom shouted, startling Tessa who was beside him.

“Jesus Christ! He’ll hear you Holland. So shut it.”

Rounds passed, you were starting to lose interest in the game, until it was your turn again. You picked dare.

“I dare you, to tell your sister that we’re dating.” Harrison smirked. You rolled your eyes. How could he do such a thing? You threw off the blankets that were on your lap and you stormed to the yard. You were fuming.

“Such a lil prick.” You muttered as you whipped out your phone. You were planning to text your mum that you’ll be heading home from the sleepover in a few minutes.

You cursed as you realised it was freezing outside. All you were wearing was a hoodie and pjamas. You couldn’t go in. You didn’t want to face cocky Harrison. You hugged your hoodie and sat down in a chair. You took deep breaths, enjoying the peace of a cool night.

“God Harrison? How could you say that?” You heard Megan’s voice.

“What’s going on?” Tom raised his voice a little.

You couldn’t hear anything else. You gave up straining your ears and you tried to make yourself comfortable in a terribly uncomfortable chair.

“Hey…” Tom said as he stepped out into the yard. You gave him a small smile.

“I figured that you’d be cold…” He draped a blanket over you. You nodded your head, signalling a ‘thank you’ to him.

“What happened?” He started. “Sorry, I’m just not really up to date with the fued between you and Haz.” He rubbed his hands together for warmth.

“He cheated.”

“On you?” Tom looked surprised. “I thought you guys didn’t date… he was dating…”

“My sister. And he cheated on her.” You stated. “It broke my sister so badly. She was so hurt because of him.”

You were at Harrison’s birthday party. You wanted to give him his birthday present and some well wishes. You were praying that he would like the batman figurine.

You stepped into the kitchen. You froze. There he was. Pressing his lips against a blonde’s. Your sister was not a blonde. She definitely did not get her hair dyed.

“Harrison.” You said sternly.

You were fuming. How could he cheat on your sister? You didn’t manage to get his attention, so you threw the wrapped gift at him. He pulled away from the blonde, staring at you as if you were interrupting a good time.

“Harrison osterfield!” You yelled.

“Y/N!” He smiled, as if he didn’t do anything wrong.

“How could you do this?” You pressed a finger into his chest. “How could you, of all people, cheat on MY sister?” You furrowed your brows as you shoved him again. By then the blonde had realised the situation and excused herself.

“Please Y/N. It was just a kiss. It’s nothing.” He smirked and looked down at you. You wanted to yell at him. How could he do such a thing to your baby sister?

“Here you go fucktard. Hope you enjoy your birthday with a dumb blonde.” You picked up the gift and shoved it in his face. You walked out of the kitchen, fuming. You were leaving to comfort your sister.

“By the way! She’s not dumb. She’s actually the top in her class!” He hollered at you as you walked out. You could practically hear him smirk.

Your sister was torn after finding out that Harrison had cheated on her. She spent weeks cooped up in her room crying. She was so heartbroken and you spent so much time and effort to pick up her broken pieces. You were angry to see your sister so beat up over a boy. Over Harrison Osterfield.

“But what he did was to her… not to you… There must be more than that right?” Tom said

“Of course there is. He’s cocky, he’s an asshole, he’s a playboy and pretentious prick!” You exclaimed.

“Right… but you know, he really really li-” Tom was cut off by the sound of the door opening.

“I’m sorry Y/N…” Harrison started. “I really am. Here’s some hot chocolate… I figured you might be freezing.” He said as he set down a mug on the table.

“It’s fine. Whatever.” You rolled your eyes.

“I really am sorry Y/N.” He said, his blue eyes seem to plead with you, begging you for forgiveness.

“Yea yea whatever.” You said. “Let’s get back to our sleepover shall we?”



Three weeks later

Your fued with Harrison had died down a little. You weren’t exactly arguing like you used to all the time, but you were just not talking to each other, well, you weren’t talking to him.

“Hey Y/N! Could you help me get something from the props room? I need a waste paper basket and a lamp.” Tom said, not looking up from the script he’s reading.

You headed to the props room at the end of the classroom. You swung it open. You felt a liquid running on your scalp. You frowned. Then, a gush of liquid splashed on your head. It was pink paint.

“Thomas Stanely Holland!” You yelled in frustration.

“Yes Y/N? Whats go- oh…” Tom saw your pink state and doubled over in laughter.

“Can’t believe you did this Holland!” You berated.

“I… I swear, I didn’t!” He said between laughs. Gosh you were fuming. If it wasn’t Tom…

“HARRISON OSTERFIELD.” You yelled. You heard him snicker. “God you are such an asshole!” You stomped up to him and shoved him.

“Sorry Y/N… too embarrassed? I mean you’ve turned pink!” Harrison joked.

“I have an audition in 5 minutes. You tell me. Will I embarrassed to turn up pink? I think yes ASSHOLE.” You shoved him another time. This audition was supposed to be your big break. You were thrilled to finally have a chance to act in a movie, and stupid Harrison Osterfield had to screw it up.

“Geez. Don’t you have extra clothes or something?” He hissed and rolled his eyes. You shook your head.

“What an unprofessional.” You heard him mutter under his breath. Thats when you lost it.

“Don’t ever say that I am an unprofessional. Look who’s talking? Mr I’ve-never-been-offered-a-single-audition?” You slapped him hard across the cheek. You didn’t care if you were going to get in trouble. “At least I got offer an audition. At least I have a chance. At least I’m trying. I’m trying hard than you! You don’t even deserve to be here.” You spat.

“You know… that’s why you don’t belong here. You need to work hard to get into an arts school? Work hard to get an audition? Pathetic.” He glowered at you.

You stormed out of the classroom, hot tears spilling out of your eyes. You were enraged and hurt by his words. How could he say such a thing? How could a human being be so disgusting?


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Philip wakes up out of a nice dream, and for some reason he’s halfway off the bed. He blinks slowly, rubbing his eyes, and feels the cold immediately. Instead of shifting closer to Lukas, Philip rolls out of bed the rest of the way. He yawns, shivering a little bit, and makes his way over to the window.

It’s still dark outside, the early morning splintering across the sky. The snow is falling in droves, and he stares over at the display in the apartment building across the street. They have three light-up snowmen balancing on the railing of their balcony. Philip watches it blink green and red, smiling to himself.

The cold starts to get to him almost immediately and even though he loves looking at the way the snow falls against the Christmas lights and the burgeoning morning, he knows he has to get back to bed before he freezes on the spot. He rushes back over and as soon as he hits the mattress he huddles up against Lukas’s back, trembling as the cold runs through him.

Lukas makes the smallest little tired noise, stretching out a little bit. His back arches and cracks and Philip smiles to himself. He loves the way Lukas feels moving against him.

“Why’re you awake, baby?” Lukas asks, looking over his shoulder.

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Brendon Urie - FluffySmut

*a/n because I love him*

“Good morning beautiful” Brendon said to you as you opened your eyes and his face beamed at you with his cheeky smile and messy hair.
“Nope, I don’t wanna get up, leave me alone” you said and curled back up into the duvet taking all of it and turning yourself into a burrito.
“Come-on, if you want to stay in bed at least let me join you” He purred at you, making your body tingle.
“Fineee” you turned back around and threw some at him, pretending to be unaffected.
He pulled all of it over him, leaving you with none this time.
“Oi, I might actually freeze to death” you were left in just underwear.
“Well, you’ll have to fight me for it” he said with a cheeky smile.
You climbed across the bed and started hitting the duvet, and pulling at it trying to get it back.
“Give it backkkkkk” you moaned at him, sat on top of him still trying to get it.
He grabbed you and tickled you until you were a laughing and cursing mess on the bed. He pushed the duvet away and sat on top of you.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t need the duvet to keep you warm, baby” he purred into your ear and started to make you wet.
“Oh really?” You smiled back at him and he attacked your lips, kissing and biting them, his tongue was dancing with yours. You could feel a bulge in his boxers grow and you opened your legs for him, allowing him to get closer to you.
He kissed your neck gently and grazed it with his teeth, making you writhe under his touch. He noticed you becoming frustrated so his lips trailed further down your body until he was just at you panties.
He took them off with his teeth and kissed your inner thigh, he put one finger inside you, causing you to moan and arch your back at the pleasure you had been craving all morning.
“You’re so wet” Brendon moaned into your ear and added another finger, gently pumping them in and out of you. You moaned slight moans as he moved his head back down and his tongue flicked your clit.
He took his fingers out so he could eat you out easier, you pushed his head down, his arms were wrapped around you thighs, his nails digging in slightly.
His tongue flicked perfectly around you making you rut yourself towards his face more. One of his hands went up to you breast and his squeezed your nipple slightly. You knew you were close but didn’t want to come until Brendon had too, you stopped him and climbed on top. He pulled his boxers off, letting his hard cock out for you. You lowered yourself onto him slowly, letting yourself adjust to his width and length.
“Fuck” he moaned under his breath as you moved yourself up and down slowly, leaning into him and kissing his collar bone.
He grabbed your ass and helping push you up and down, moving his hips slightly too.
You were getting turned on at how frustrated his was getting, trying to move you faster on him. You sped up leaning into him more, and moving your hips quicker, panting and moaning.
“I fucking love you” Brendon moaned into your ear.
You felt a knot in your stomach, you couldn’t hold back much longer. Brendon looking like a sweaty mess underneath you, his strangled moans and the feel of him inside you was too much. You sped up, screamed his name and came, still riding him as you orgasmed. The feel of you tightening around him, made him come too, you rode out his orgasm as him yelled profanities and his nails dug into your ass. You slowed down as he finished and collapsed onto him.
“Thank you” Brendon said to you as he pushed your hair away from your face and softly kissed your lips.
“Do we still have to get up?” You asked and pouted.
“Nah, I think we’ll be okay here for the day” he replied and pulled you into him, your head resting on his chest.

“Good morning beautiful” Brendon said to you as you opened your eyes and his face beamed at you with his cheeky smile and messy hair.
“Nope, I don’t wanna get up, leave me alone” you said and curled back up into the duvet taking all of it and turning yourself into a burrito.
“Come-on, if you want to stay in bed at least let me join you” He purred at you, making your body tingle.
“Fineee” you turned back around and threw some at him, pretending to be unaffected.
He pulled all of it over him, leaving you with none this time.
“Oi, I might actually freeze to death” you were left in just underwear.
“Well, you’ll have to fight me for it” he said with a cheeky smile.
You climbed across the bed and started hitting the duvet, and pulling at it trying to get it back.
“Give it backkkkkk” you moaned at him, sat on top of him still trying to get it.
He grabbed you and tickled you until you were a laughing and cursing mess on the bed. He pushed the duvet away and sat on top of you.
“I’m pretty sure you don’t need the duvet to keep you warm, baby” he purred into your ear and started to make you wet.
“Oh really?” You smiled back at him and he attacked your lips, kissing and biting them, his tongue was dancing with yours. You could feel a bulge in his boxers grow and you opened your legs for him, allowing him to get closer to you.
He kissed your neck gently and grazed it with his teeth, making you writhe under his touch. He noticed you becoming frustrated so his lips trailed further down your body until he was just at you panties.
He took them off with his teeth and kissed your inner thigh, he put one finger inside you, causing you to moan and arch your back at the pleasure you had been craving all morning.
“You’re so wet” Brendon moaned into your ear and added another finger, gently pumping them in and out of you. You moaned slight moans as he moved his head back down and his tongue flicked your clit.
He took his fingers out so he could eat you out easier, you pushed his head down, his arms were wrapped around you thighs, his nails digging in slightly.
His tongue flicked perfectly around you making you rut yourself towards his face more. One of his hands went up to you breast and his squeezed your nipple slightly. You knew you were close but didn’t want to come until Brendon had too, you stopped him and climbed on top. He pulled his boxers off, letting his hard cock out for you. You lowered yourself onto him slowly, letting yourself adjust to his width and length.
“Fuck” he moaned under his breath as you moved yourself up and down slowly, leaning into him and kissing his collar bone.
He grabbed your ass and helping push you up and down, moving his hips slightly too.
You were getting turned on at how frustrated his was getting, trying to move you faster on him. You sped up leaning into him more, and moving your hips quicker, panting and moaning.
“I fucking love you” Brendon moaned into your ear.
You felt a knot in your stomach, you couldn’t hold back much longer. Brendon looking like a sweaty mess underneath you, his strangled moans and the feel of him inside you was too much. You sped up, screamed his name and came, still riding him as you orgasmed. The feel of you tightening around him, made him come too, you rode out his orgasm as him yelled profanities and his nails dug into your ass. You slowed down as he finished and collapsed onto him.
“Thank you” Brendon said to you as he pushed your hair away from your face and softly kissed your lips.
“Do we still have to get up?” You asked and pouted.
“Nah, I think we’ll be okay here for the day” he replied and pulled you into him, your head resting on his chest.

Aizawa/Eraserhead x Reader: The Meeting No One Wanted

How Aizawa x reader’s relationship started from a misunderstanding

[Name] shivered as she wrapped her scarf around her neck. She ended up closing the office later than usual, but [Name] didn’t mind because she liked the cold weather. Although [Name’s] nose was red from the cold, she savored the fresh air and puffed out tiny clouds from her mouth. [Name] lifted her arms up to balance herself as she playfully wobbled over the icy road. Suddenly, a faint vibration sound cuts through the crunching sound of her footsteps and [Name] whined as she pulls off her bulky gloves to find her phone. [Name] averted her eyes from the brightly lit screen that screamed “Mom”.

“Hi mom,” [Name] mumbled in an attempt to quiet her chattering teeth.

“….Are you outside?” [Name’s] mom said.

“No…,” [Name] trailed off and sneezed. “Okay, fine I am but I’m almost home! I promise,” [Name] said while she turned a corner to cut through the park; her secret shortcut. [Name] listened and murmured in agreement as her mother nagged about how it wasn’t safe for a young woman to be out at night.

[Name] sighed and retorted that it was only 9 pm. Distracted, [Name] walked past the bench area in the park and failed to notice the hunched over figure sitting on the bench. It was only when the man let out a loud grunt that [Name] dropped her phone in shock and quickly looked over her shoulder.

Unknownst to her, the man in question didn’t even notice [Name’s] presence because he was too preoccupied with the scratchy cat tucked inside his dark jacket. From [Name’s] perspective, all she could see was a scruffy looking hobo man who was suspiciously hiding something in his arms. 

“Let’s get this over with,” the man grinned his Totoro smile as he lifted a knife. [Name] screamed and sprinted out of the area while loudly shouting to any deity to save her. At the same time, the man’s head shot up in surprise from the noise and watched [Name] run out of the park. “What was that all about? It’s just a cat,” the man grumbled as he carefully slid the knife under rope around the cat’s neck and snapped it in half. The stray cat purred as the man gently patted its head. The cat jumped off the man’s lap while he brushed off leftover fur from his clothes. The man flinched from a snowflake and looked up to see snow softly falling from the sky. He shook his head to get rid of the flakes that clung to his dark long hair and dropped eyedrops into his bloodshot eyes. He turned to pull out a yellow sleeping bag and blankly stared at it.

“I don’t want to jump all the way home, but if I sleep here I might freeze,” he muttered in thought. “Damn,” he complained while he stepped back to roll the sleeping bag. The man froze with a deadpanned expression when he heard a crunch sound from his feet. He groaned as he held a phone with a newly cracked screen. The weird woman must have dropped it, he thought. It hasn’t been that long, maybe I can still catch up to her and get this over with.

drabble: rocky date

notes: for Jana, who said “full offense when is alicia gonna write a soft drabble about phans cute seaside date”, here you go, i hope no one else has done this yet

The wind is cold and biting and Dan thinks that his fingers might not survive much longer, despite the thick gloves he’s wearing.

He wants to bury into Phil’s warmth and it takes him a moment before he remembers that he actually can – no one is here, this place is literally the most deserted piece of land they could find. If a fan found them here, Dan might even let them out him and Phil as a reward for that kind of dedication.

He grabs Phil’s hand with both of his and pulls him closer, trying to absorb as much of his body heat as possible.

“Not that I don’t love this,” Dan starts. “But why exactly are we here? I might actually be freezing to death right now. But it’s cool. I’ve always wondered what that would feel like. Do you think my nose would just fall off first?”

Phil looks a bit pained. “I didn’t know it would be so windy and cold.”

Dan can’t help but smile at him. “Phil, we’re in England. In February. You could have maybe predicted this turn of events.”

“I know,” Phil whines and kicks a pebble down the hill. Dan attempts to do the same thing, but- fuck, these rocks are glitchy, is his last coherent thought, before he feels himself tumbling down.

“Dan, fuck, are you okay?” That’s Phil’s voice in front of him. Dan blinks. Blinks again. Looks around. Then looks at Phil again.

“Did I just fall down this fucking hill?” he wonders a bit incredulous, trying to strech his arms in front of him. He has to look up quite a bit to see the spot where they were standing before.

Phil laughs, relief in his voice. “Anything broken?” he asks anyway.

“No, I’m fine, I think,” Dan replies, still not making a move to get up.

Phil runs his hands across Dan’s body, tenderly, as if waiting for Dan to scream. It would actually feel nice, if Dan wasn’t currently freezing to death.

“Okay,” Dan sighs after Phil seems to be sure his limbs are all still attached to his body. “I should get up again, I’m literally sitting in a puddle of water. Let’s go home, please.”

Phil looks dejected again. He mumbles something to himself.

“What did you say?” Dan asks absentmindedly, trying to figure out if his clothes are irreversibly damaged, so he almost misses how Phil goes bright red in the face.

“I said, that I wanted to do something romantic for you and it kind of didn’t turn out how I expected it to. I’m sorry.”

Dan stares. He might actually physically feel his heart melting, he isn’t quite sure. Maybe it’s also a sign of beginning hypothermia.

“I just wanted you to be able to take some aesthetic pictures and be all pretentious and ramble about the expanding of the universe while staring at the sea and stuff. I know you love that.” His voice gets quieter at the end.

“Phil,” Dan says, stepping closer to him. “This was super nice and romantic. And you are-” he stops to press a short kiss on his mouth “-the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. Even if your ideas are very stupid sometimes and I’m way too clumsy to be trusted with walking on glitchy rocks.”

They kiss for a few seconds, but Dan pulls back when it starts to get more heated. “Listen, just because I love you, doesn’t mean I’m willing to die for you out here. My arse is literally wet and I wish that was some kind of euphemism.”

Phil laughs, but lets Dan lead him back towards civilization.

“I’m just glad you’re not mad.”

“Oh, I’m not,” Dan starts casually, “but if you don’t think of something better when you propose, I’m actually going to consider saying no.” He laughs at Phil’s dumbstruck face and takes off.

“Last one at the house has to give the other one a blowjob.” He can hear Phil laughing behind him, but when he turns around, Phil has started to run as well.

Thank god he’s as unfit as Dan is. Dan really deserves that blowjob.

anonymous asked:

Could you do "If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.” with oak?

You’re pulled from sleep as the cold air hits your body as your boyfriend turns in his sleep, pulling the blanket off you as he does.

You groan, attempting to pull the blanket back off him but it’s no used. With those muscles of his, his grip on the blanket is way too strong. Your next attempt to get warm is to press your body up against Oak’s broad back, but that doesn’t work when he moves again and you fall back against the freezing cold mattress.

“Oaaaak wake up,” you grumble, reaching over to shake his arm.

He groans softly, swatting your hands away. “It’s the middle of the night.” He mumbles.

“Yeah and you stole the blankets and I might freeze to death over here!” You exclaim, trying once again to pull the blanket back.

He sighs, turning over to face you and pulling you against his chest, wrapping you in his arms and the blanket and immediately warming you up.

“Damn you’re cold,” he mutters, holding you tighter against him. “Holy shit, get your feet away from me,” he says as he pulls his legs away from your ice cold feet.

“If you steal the blanket one more time, I am going to put my cold feet on you,” you grumble.

“Alright I won’t steal the blankets just keep those things away from me.”

You move your feet away, wrapping the blanket around them and holding onto him tight.

“Deal. Now go back to sleep,” you mutter, kissing his chest gently.

Imagine: Eliot finding out Moreau has died

Wordcount: 1168
Triggers: Abuse Implied

Hardison shuffled through the mail, shaking his head slightly as he divided it into four piles.

“Junk, junk, Parker, junk, junk… The hell?”

The hacker held up the envelope in the light, making sure he was reading it correctly before calling into the apartment. “Hey Eliot, you got a letter here from… San Lorenzo.”

Parker perked up from her seat on the table, looking towards Hardison in confusion. The genius hardly had time to shrug in response before pounding footsteps came from further in their headquarters and the hitter darted into view.

“Give it here.”

“Eliot, what–”

“I SAID GIVE IT HERE, HARDISON!”

“Okay! Okay!” he responded, dropping the envelope into his friend’s outstretched hand before backing up with arms raised. “Geeze, man!”

The agitated soldier didn’t reply, snatching up the letter and tearing it open as he crossed to the other side of the room. Both Parker and Hardison were left to watch as he pulled the paper out and unfolded it, one slightly shaking hand holding it in front of his face while the other was wrapped tightly around the now-destroyed envelope it came in. It hardly took thirty seconds before he crumpled it up into a ball, storming out the door to the brewpub and slamming the items into the trash can as he went.

There was a brief moment of stunned silence, before Parker stood up and crossed over to the garbage. Pulling out the wadded ball, she brought it back over to the table and pulled a corner out until she could smooth the paper enough to read it.

Spencer,

You asked me to write if their was any change in Damien Moreau’s status here in San Lorenzo. Last night, he suffered a heart attack in his prison cell. President Vittori ordered him to be sent to the nearest hospital, where they found him dead on arrival.

I have seen the body and confirmed it myself; Moreau is dead. He will no longer be a torment to San Lorenzo or anyone else.

General Lawrence Flores

The thief blinked quietly at the paper, glancing up at Hardison as he finished reading over her shoulder. Standing up, she moved around him and to the door, going down the stairs and to the kitchen of the brewpub below.

Eliot was facing the stove, away from her. Knife in hand, he quickly chopped and diced onions, only stopping briefly to sniff and wipe his nose on the end of his sleeve. Carefully, the blonde eased herself onto one of the bar stools and folded her hands in front of her.

“…Eliot,” she cautiously began, causing the hitter to glance over his shoulder at her. “You remember when you said not to ask you what you did for Moreau, because you’d tell me?”

“…You really wanna ask that, Parker?”

“No,” she admitted. “But I do want to ask… something else. Remember when we did the Not-Dogs-Playing-Poker job, when Sophie fake-died the first time? And you said something about her seeing another Nate before Nate… Was that Moreau, for you?”

Eliot paused a moment, before sighing and turning back to the onions.

“I had a… different relationship with Moreau than with Nate,” he said as Hardison quietly entered the room and paused in confusion before crossing to sit next to Parker. “You remember how I told Nate I needed something, but I didn’t have to search anymore? Moreau was… the first time I thought I found it.”

“And that’s why the Ram’s Horn and San Lorenzo jobs set you off so bad?” Hardison asked. Eliot whipped around, snarling and turning to Parker.

“When’d HE get here?!” he demanded.

“Look, man!” Hardison quickly cut in. “I’ll admit I was pretty pissed off you left me in the pool, but you know how when Nate drinks, he gets all hellfire rainin’ down on the bad guy’s asses, loud and ready to whoop your ass? Well you did the exact opposite. You like… shut down completely, you hardly said a word unless somebody spoke to ya first. You barely wanted to go McPunchy on anybody, like you were afraid to.”

“We read the letter,” Parker added. “We wanna help you. We just… Don’t know how to do it until you tell us.”

The soldier’s eyes switched from one pair to the other, trying to read them without letting them read him. It took a moment, but Eliot sighed and turned around. He put the knife on the cutting board, turning and walking to lean on the back end of the counter with his hands on top of it.

“…I learned the hard way with Moreau never to trust somebody that’s charming the second you meet him.” His eyes weren’t directly on either of them, down somewhere between their shoulders as his voice was only just loud enough to hear. “He made me feel like I… belonged. At first. So when things started going south, I was tryin’ so hard to hold onto that that I did anything he wanted t’ keep him happy. Things I… shouldn’t have done, for anybody.”

He sighed, both of his friends knowing their silence was much more valuable here than any words they might say before he finished. “Nine months in when I looked in the mirror an’ realized I was lookin’ at a shell instead of a person… I knew I had to get out. Took three more t’ finally do it.”

There was a pause, all three of them in silence for a moment before Parker reached forwards and clasped both her hands around one of Eliot’s fists resting on the counter. He looked up, the thief greeting him with a sad grin as Hardison reached out his own hand to rest on the other three. The soldier glanced over to him, hacker catching his eye and giving him a single, solemn nod.

“…Thanks guys,” Eliot barely whispered, pulling his hand away as he sniffed again and turned around to bring his sleeve up.

Parker drummed both her hands against the table. “So, what’re we cookin’?” she asked. The hitter turned back to her for a second before a grin and chuckle made their way out.

“I dunno man, I might just freeze these for somethin’ later,” he admitted.

“Okay, ooor,” Hardison suggested, “you could make those wicked omelettes you’re so good at.”

“I’ll crack the eggs!” Parker instantly volunteered, jumping up and darting around the counter.

“What–? Girl y’ always break the egg, what do I got to do?”

“No, you are not cookin’, we’re not using that damn laser you ordered to make an omelette.”

“But we could use it.”

The trio continued to playfully banter back and forth, Eliot rolling his eyes and shaking his head but still with a smirk across his face. In a brief moment between quips, Parker gently bumped her shoulder against his and Hardison reached a hand around behind him, hand resting on the hitter’s opposite shoulder and giving a gentle squeeze.

GUYS THIS IS SO GOOD I LOVE IT