i need this shirt like burning

By hit count on Ao3, here are the


  1. You’ll Breathe Me In (You Won’t Release) by LoadedGunn
  2. Young & Beautiful by Velvetoscar
  3. Fading by tothemoonmydear
  4. We’ll Play Hide And Seek To Turn This Around (Give Me Love Like Never Before) by Wankerville
  5. Your Name Is Tattooed On My Heart by mcpofife
  6. Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes by theboyfriendstagram
  7. Love Is A Rebellious Bird by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews
  8. Wear It Like A Crown by zarah5
  9. Have You Coming Back Again by whoknows
  10. Switch Out The Batteries by istajmaal, LoadedGunn
  11. Touch by kotabear24
  12. Just Me, You, And This Box Of Matches by tomlinsunshine
  13. Hoping This Cold Blue Water Scrubs Me Clean And Spits Me Out Again by phantasmagoria (aphrodeity)
  14. You Are The Blood by sarcasticfluentry
  15. It’s My Pleasure To Introduce You by LoadedGunn
  16. Empty Skies by green_feelings
  17. From Eight Until Late, I Think About You by supernope
  18. Let’s Talk About Making Love by istajmaal
  19. The Finish Line (Is A Good Place For Us To Start) by LoadedGunn
  20. Into The Blue by zarah5
  21. Feel The Chemicals Burn In My Bloodstream by togetherwecouldbealright
  22. Cause All That You Are Is All That I’ll Ever Need by Wankerville
  23. Give Me Truths by iwillpaintasongforlou
  24. With Nothing But Your T-Shirt On by crybaby
  25. Some Things Take Root by navigator, quitter
  26. Jump Before We Fall by green_feelings
  27. This House No Longer Feels Like Home by hilourry
  28. Nicotine by KrisStylinson
  29. Put The Stars In Our Eyes by crybaby
  30. My Heart Is Breathing For This Moment In Time by usedtothebeach
  31. Perfect Little Family by smuttythings
  32. But I’ll Still Take You Home by LoadedGunn
  33. Allies In Heaven, Comrades in Hell by rockinaintnowalkinthepark
  34. Reeling Through The Fall by zarah5
  35. Ain’t Had None Like You In A While by istajmaal
  36. All Too Human by Gotthisniallthang
  37. It Ain’t Trickin’ If Ya Got It by sarcasticfluentry
  38. Know You Got That Thing (That I Like) by lightseep
  39. I Need Home (Our Tangled Bones) by togetherwecouldbealright
  40. My English Love Affair by isthatyoularry
  41. Counting The Steps Between Us by zarah5
  42. All You Can Eat by harrysprostate
  43. You Can’t Keep Your Hands Off Me, I Can’t Keep My Hands Off You by harrysprostate
  44. Core ‘ngrato by Velvetoscar
  45. Don’t Make This Easy (I Want You To Mean It) by wildestdreams
  46. Pretty Boy by iwillpaintasongforlou
  47. I Would Name The Stars For You (I Would Take You There) by impetuous
  48. So Keep My Candle Bright by whisperdlullaby
  49. Up To No Good by whoknows
  50. With Love Comes Strange Currencies by mediaville

Part 3/? of the Louis & Harry Fic History series


Request: Hey, Could you write a reader x Jasper Hale where he is helping her tend wounds after she is attacked and discovers her scars (she’s self conscious about) from an accident she had as a kid? Thank you!!

Pairing: Jasper Hale x reader 

Warnings: Scars, angst, car accident mention 

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anonymous asked:

I've seen you say a couple times that you don't see or that you're disabled. Do you mind talking about it? I ask because I am an aspiring writer and it is really hard for me. I wanted to know how you managed or what it was like?

I don’t mind talking about it. It’s something that made me who I am.

When I was about 12, my health sort of started to eat itself. I suddenly had a ton of allergies, and there were days I couldn’t get out of bed. I got sick all the time. In freshman year of high school, I suddenly couldn’t see. For a long time a thing had been going on in my eyes, but I guess I didn’t think it was abnormal until it made it impossible for me to see. Basically this hole was kind of growing in my eyes, but it was more like a rainbow.

When I started having trouble with colors and detail vision, my mom freaked out a bit, because at the time, I was an award winning artist who had ideas of going to college for art. Then I started tripping over things, hitting my head, having trouble with depth perception. Then I got sick, and I mean sick.

I spent about 23 hours a day in bed. I had almost constant migraines. I had pain in my entire body. My skin turned yellow. I went to every kind of doctor you can think of and was tested for everything there is. One day, I had about 12 vials of blood drawn. No one knew what was wrong. The eyes weren’t that big a deal at first, because it seemed like I might have something really serious. The first couple of eye doctors I went to kind of looked at me and said “Oh it’s nothing big.” I actually had one guy tell me that my brain was just shutting off my eyes because I wasn’t using them properly. Yeah.

Then finally, my mom took me to a friend of our family who happened to be an eye surgeon. She did a free exam. I’ll never forget it because it was the first time anyone believed me. I’d been told by doctor after doctor that there was nothing wrong with me. I’d been referred to therapists, told I needed depression meds, told I was just going through a phase or needed attention. Then this doctor put on her head gear, looked into my eyes…took off the head gear…got new head gear…looked into my eyes…took off the headgear…got hand held tools…looked into my eyes…and then stared at me with her mouth hanging open.

“I can’t see the back of your eye,” she said. And suddenly the world simultaneously healed itself and flipped upside-fucking-down for me.

Then it was all about my eyes, the one symptom we could see happening. The one that was the most dangerous. But by then it was too late.

What happened is pretty simple: I apparently have some weird recessive DNA. It triggers certain bizarre immune issues at puberty. My immune system decided to attack my body. The eyes are a delicately balanced system. They show symptoms first. My immune system attacked them with a vengeance. They swelled up like balloons. Normal eye pressure is about 14-17. Mine was at a 22 at its best. It put a tremendous amount of pressure on my Retina, specifically my macula, cutting off blood flow like when you sit on your foot. You know those little shadowy things that float across your eyes? They’re called protein floaters. My eyes had produced so many of those that the doctor could not see through them. It was a fog.

They had to find a way to map my eye, to track the damage. Cue the eye exam from hell. I have always been, even before my autoimmune disorder, deathly allergic to melon. Any kind of melon. But now I was allergic to all sorts of shit, fruits vegetables, all kinds of crap. My dad is allergic to contrast dyes. So when the retinologist suggested this dye-based eye exam that is kind of like a CAT scan, my mom said “no”. See, they inject you with this dye and then they flash this weird light in your eyes. It causes the dye to glow, and then they can see the things through the fog. My mom told them I was too sensitive to stuff for that to be safe. The doc assured her they’d put a butterfly in my arm, meaning the vein would be kept open, and a syringe of benedryl was set on the counter. They’d never had anyone react, and they needed the pictures or there was nowhere to go from there.

So they put this dye into me, and it was like I’d been injected with fire, but there was no way around it, and to me, I knew they only had about 90 seconds to get the images they needed. So I sucked it up. finally the burning began to spread. Suddenly my back felt like I was being stabbed, and I suddenly couldn’t speak. I tapped my hands on my mom, then began sneezing spontaneously. My mom lifted my shirt, and I had quarter-sized hives. The nurse said “Stop sneezing on the camera”. Yeah.

My mom went ballistic. The doctor flew up the stairs and gave me the emergency meds. I slid into a dissociation state and nearly out of my chair. They had to prop me against the camera for the next couple minutes and reinject the dye. No other way, you see.

They did this test every few months for a few years.

But then there was treatment. Not much they could do, except try to get the swelling under control. Only way to do that was corticosteroid injections in the eye. Yup. A needle in the eye. No, they don’t knock you out. They numb the surface of the eye with the same numbing drops they give you for the exams and then they come at you with a needle, tell you to look down and to hold still. And you fucking do.

I was 15 when that started.

I went to experimental clinics, labs, and joined studies. I dropped out of those. Why? It’s pretty simple. The first day I came to the exams, I was kept waiting for over two hours. I was taken into a room. I was left there. No information, no talking. Suddenly a man came in followed by a group of people, all in lab coats. He started moving me around like I was a doll and talking like, “The patient presents with…the patient this, the patient that…”

I shoved him back and said, “The patient’s name is Kristina, and she is 16.”

He finished his exam, and when he left, after the students had gone, he took two Q-tips, dipped them in that pink shit your dentist uses to swab your gums before an injection, and SHOVED them under my eyelids with a cocky smirk.

The patient will never be an snotty little bitch again, I guess.

So yeah. Fuck those guys. They gave me two injections in one day, which no one had ever done before, because it was almost impossible to function with two pimple-like bubbles on your eyeballs.

Still my health was bad. Then all of a sudden, when my mom had given up, It just wasn’t anymore. Suddenly, I was fine, and all that was left were the eyes. I went back to school, except now I was blind.

In a few months, I’d lost about 80% of my perfect vision. I was photophobic. I got horrible and constant headaches. I walked with a cane. And not a single fucking teacher believed me, except my civics teacher, who had gone blind at a young age due to some other weird eye disorder, and my physics teacher who was deaf. I had teachers send me to the office for wearing my sunglasses (with a note on file). I had teachers get on my case about having an audio recorder and CD player for my books. I had teachers call me names, make fun of me, make me leave class to photocopy their notes larger, so that I missed the lecture the notes were on. I had teachers take my medications which had to be in my possession because of their time-sensitive nature and constant administration and hide them in their desks as punishment for asking questions or demanding help. I had classmates pick on me, but luckily, I was well-liked, and I was an officer in the ROTC. I even excelled there in spite of my vision, because my Captain believed in my leadership skills.

I always tell this story because I think it is funny. We had this special boot camp we got to go to if we were in the upper ranks of the ROTC. If you joined the military after high school (which I could never do) you got a higher paygrade for having gone through it. Almost like taking a couple JC classes in the military. It was grueling and all physical fitness, obstacle courses, PT, classes, guard duty…fucking blah. Our unit was allowed six participants. I sort of figured that it wasn’t really fair for me to go, even with my high rank (a company XO). To my complete fucking shock, my Captain recommended me to go, cutting out a classmate (and ex) of mine who was higher in rank. The boy went ape-shit. He went on and on about how unfair it was. He even went to the school board. My Captain made his reasons clear; he told them that the academy isn’t about military sponsorship. It’s about skills and quality. He didn’t care if I had a disability. In his eyes I had more innate ability than anyone there because I had worked so hard just to be where I was. The boy was angry. I told my Captain I appreciated the gesture, but honestly, we ought to make it fair. I told him that we should train to meet the PT standards, and that if this kid could make his, but i couldn’t make mine, he should go. I made mine. He didn’t. He complained about that too. At the last minute, we were told one extra person could come because another school had lost one. So he came anyway. The whole time he bitched about me being there. When I got there, the real military officers gave me shit like you wouldn’t believe, because they weren’t used to dealing with disabilities or recognizing that they can’t discriminate against high schoolers by law. The commander of the unit tried to dress me down in front of everybody for wearing sunglasses. I was pretty pleased with myself for telling him off but still sounding respectful. He kept saying “Take off my glasses”. I told him they weren’t his. They were mine, by law, and that if he had a problem with that, he could consult my attorney, the DOJ, and the doctor who prescribed them. He tried to fuck with me. I didn’t say anything except to ask him if he wanted me to have a migraine, because that’s what taking the glasses off means. He was so confused by me he walked away and called my Captain over. There were words. After that, he came up to me once or twice, almost like a test, to ask me if I needed him to slow down or if I was getting around alright. He wasn’t being nice. He was egging me in a condescending tone and with very bullying language. He’s a drill instructor, and you know what, that’s his job. I told him I was fine. But I made a decision: I wasn’t just going to make the female PT marks. I was going to test out of this fucking place at the male PT marks. And I fucking did. That boy…had an asthma attack on the track (I had asthma too, but I worked my ass off while he coasted on his “boyness”) and failed. At the certificate ceremony, the commander came up to me and said I had really impressed him, and that it was a shame I couldn’t enter the Navy. I thanked him, but what I wanted to say was, “Go fuck yourself and take the NAVY with you”. I ended up the Battalion XO Senior year. This would have given me a guaranteed spot in Westpoint if I could have taken it. My Captain cried when he told me he was sorry he had to give it to one of our Company XO’s. I told him that it was best for everyone, because I am not the type of person to enjoy taking orders. I had learned that about myself.

He laughed.

Around Junior year I got people to pay attention. My doctors got the DOJ and the Social Security people involved. A woman came to my school and enforced compliance in a tone of voice I’d never heard anyone but my mother use. She threatened to rain brimstone down on them if they didn’t give me what I needed, and things changed.

My parents wanted me to take a full scholarship to a local school, but I wanted to get away. So I did. I wanted to travel abroad, so i did. And when I was 19, they perfected one of the surgeries they had been working on the entire time I’d been struggling with this.

See, the injections had brought and kept the swelling down, but that meant that the fog was still there (since ocular fluid doesn’t replace), and the structures in the eye had been stretched all to shit, and were laying in my eye like melted plastic wrap. The old surgery was like a blind man hacking with a machete, but the new surgery used fluorescent dyes to track movement. Dyes that wouldn’t kill me. The old surgery had a 50-50 shot at complete loss of vision and made you lay on your face for three weeks. The new was fool proof and took 45 minutes. So, I got one eye done. They swapped out all the fluid and replaced it with saline. They peeled the distorted membrane off the macula. They stitched up my eyeball and gave me a sick metal eye patch. Looked like a fucking space pirate. It was rad.

But the blind spot is still there. The cataracts caused by the steroids are still there. The scars are there.

A few years later I had the other one done too.

My college was great. It took a lot of work getting all my reading done, about 500 pages minimum, per week, done via audio. I used to spend hours at the pool table in our residence hall, listening to my books and practicing. I got pret damn good too, at pool. It was difficult taking notes or working with a note taker. It was scary traveling by myself. It was hard to get people to understand there wasn’t anything WRONG with me. Just that my eyes don’t work even though it seems like I’m normal and fine, and like they should. People always think to be legally blind you have to be completely blind, and they think you’re not going to be able to defend yourself. I’ve been targeted by pickpockets. I’ve been followed by scary dudes. I’ve been treated like shit, laughed at, and accused by full grown adults of faking to get privileges, all because I can look at the place where their head should be and smile at the blank spot there. All because I can walk down a flight of stairs with a few neat tricks I know that have nothing to do with a cane.

But shit…you probably didn’t mean to ask for my life story. I’m going to get back to the point. My writing. What has it done for that? Like how can you be a writer if you can’t fucking see? Technology. It’s been amazing. I can use a computer same as anyone. The Kindle has been a fucking revolution for me because for the first time in a decade and a half I could read without pain and suffering. Just…all the things it does have made life so much easier than it used to be. It got me out of bad relationships with people who used my disability as a control. It gave me a little bit of confidence back. It helped me know I could handle myself.

And really, I think my vision loss had a lot to do with my writing. In some ways it gives me different perspective, sure, but it’s more than that. I was undeclared when I entered college. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I thought about history or sociology. My mom had a degree in that and she was an English teacher. I wanted art history, but what the fuck was the point in that? Couldn’t see a damn thing. And then I had a class in poetry, and shit…That made sense. I’d always loved language and writing. Always been okay at it. Dorte stuff but never thought about doing it for a living. But then it was like yeah…yeah I’m gonna fucking do that. Just like when I decided to meet the male PT standards.

If it is in you. If you love it. If it defines you and possesses you, it does not matter how fucked up you are. You will find a way. You don’t have a choice. You are that thing. And you’ll adapt. You just have to let yourself. You have to keep pushing. You have to learn how to handle frustration. you have to train yourself into stamina. You just keep going. I’m nowhere near as successful as I want to be. I’m still going. I hope I get even better. I hope I can say things that make truth more obvious, or that help people put words to things they have always wanted to say.

I don’t need my eyes to be a fucking firestorm. That’s just me. Eyes don’t mean shit.

So keep going. Keep doing whatever you need to. Do it better and better. Bend yourself around it. People who see you struggle will think they’re lucky, but you and I know the truth: they’re not even close to the kind of strong you are. Not even a little bit.

It’s one of those nights where his skin itches. At Andover, he dealt with it by jogging to the track and running laps–400 meters as fast as he could, then 400 meters at a slow jog. Fast-slow-fast-slow-fast-slow until his lungs burned. Or by walking downstairs to the common room and finding someone to start an argument with, one that he could end by laughing and saying, “Chill.”

It’s different here. There’s an outdoor track, but it closed an hour ago. There’s a common room, but it’s half full of people playing DDR and half full of people studying. And there’s really only one person he wants to annoy until they’re agitated.

He picks up his phone. You up?

He waits.


Then nothing else. Nursey sighs. Does he always have to do all of the work?

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Tantalizing: 08

Originally posted by jikookfantasy

Tantalizing: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader
Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge.
Warning: No Smut, Slight Angst
Word Count: 5,281
A/N: This is my last chapter from the series, and though it doesn’t have smut and it might not satisfy all readers, I do hope you enjoyed and continue to stick around after this fic to see the others I have in store. This was my first actual series/fic to write and start here on Tumblr, and I’m glad I had such great support for it!

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04. lullaby

prompt: the night we shared making love → vampire!jungkook

pairing: jeon jungkook | reader
genre: vampire au / soft angst, implied smut
word count: 1,616

He wasn’t much older than yourself when you had been turned.

The very youth in his eyes reminded you of a simpler time, when all you could think about was getting out of your provincial village, with opportunities just waiting for your departure. And yet, the last remnants of freedom had fallen short when your entrance into Europe was halted, all by the false promises of a new life and even bigger riches that, as you thought of them now, were not all that great. His doe-like eyes were wide and curious, attentive, if not nervous as his hands roamed every nook and cranny of your bare flesh.

Jungkook had been no one but a passing face at first. He didn’t imprint any particular thought in your mind or enact heinous acts against your character—he simply didn’t do anything to you. His nature was withdrawn, yours reserved. Yet somehow your union still surprised others in your shared friend groups, because out of all people, you two found one another without really trying. The thing with him that set him apart from all the others that came before him was the fact that he could make you feel anything at all.

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Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  Reader gets caught in the middle of a case Dean and Sam are working and learns that monsters are real.

Word Count:  2775

Warnings: Language, smut

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  There is still room on my Forever Tag list, you can add yourself here

Originally posted by winsync


Reader’s POV

“You okay?” 

A stunning man with vivid green eyes crouches before me, a hand on my shoulder. I blink a few times and take a quick assessment. Nothing seems broken, though I am most definitely battered and bruised. Blood trickles down from my brow, obscuring my vision. 

 Looking up at him, I nod. “Yeah, I’ll live.”

He stands and reaches out a hand, pulling me to my feet. Wait a second, I know him. He’s that Fed that came into my office at the museum today. Agent…Freed? Fredrick? Oh, wait, Frehley. Agent Frehley. That’s it. I remember thinking that he was cute. And a little flirty.

“Stick close to me, and no matter what, don’t leave my side, got it?” His jaw is set, he’s dead serious. As if I’d dream of doing anything else, after what had just happened.

“Got it.” Reaching around to the back of my jeans, I pull the gun out of my waistband. His eyes widen, surprised to see that I’m packing. 

“You just happen to have a gun?” he asks, his brows drawing together.

I shrug. As the daughter of a former policeman, I never leave home without it. “Looks like I’m not the only one, agent.” I spare a glance at the gun in his own hand. 

He nods sharply. It seems to please him that I’m armed. “If you see anything you can’t explain or don’t understand, don’t ask questions. Just…shoot. And keep shooting. It may not do much, but don’t stop.”

“I can do that.”  Again, he looks at me in surprise. Is he waiting for me to break into hysterics after what I’d just seen?  ‘Cause he can just keep waiting. There will be no breakdowns, not here. Once I get home and lock myself in, barricade the door, and arm myself to the teeth - that’s when I’ll have the breakdown. And it’s going to be one for the ages.

“With me,” he says and I take a deep breath before following after the man.

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wanna one as boyfriends: lai guanlin
  • swaggy r-rapper, softy boyfriend
  • never wants to see you not smiling
  • always has a small smirk when you two are together
  • doesnt know how to stop looking so smiley with you
  • thinks its ruining his chic image and worries you wont think hes swag anymore
  • “babe, you love me because you think im swaggy, right?”
  • “yES guan”
  • “k cool”
  • writes raps for you in three languages
  • “wait i forgot what language i wanted to rap in, let me start over”
  • pulls you onto his chest all the time, whether y’all are standing, sitting, laying, walking, running, cliffdiving, bowling, sleeping
  • doesnt admit to liking a lot of skinship
  • “in your dreams” he says as he pushes you away, only to pull you back 0.49836 seconds later
  • straightens your hair while you get ready for the day
  • “so like, it’s okay for some smoke and a burning smell to be coming out of your head while i do this?”
  • *finishes in 3.5 hours*
  • “guan, no need to straighten my hair if you don’t want, i was just joking when i asked you”
  • “no i wanted to”
  • “your shirt is like 70% sweat right now”
  • *collapses in hallway*
  • loves to hear your jokes because lets be honest
  • he laughs at everything
  • dont forget the wide seal clap
  • he’d accidentally hit you while seal clapping
  • brings you to the hospital in case you broke a bone or something
  • “seriously, have you not seen the strength i am capable of now?? I COULD HAVE HURT YOU, LETS GO, THE DOCTOR IS WAITING”

i-still-dont-like-your-face  asked:

For the prompt list? 11. with Bucky, please?

11. “You set me on fire!”- Bucky Barnes

Working as the Avengers engineer always kept you very busy. If you weren’t helping Tony with his suits, then you were designing weapons for Natasha, or creating new and improved arrows for Clint. But your favourite team member to work with, was the infamous Winter Soldier. Since the split of the Avengers, and the subsequent reformation, you’d been making repairs on Bucky’s arm every time it malfunctioned or broke down, and honestly you loved every minute of it.

Slipping the final arrow into the quiver, you let out a sigh of relief at having finally finishing the arduous task. You’d been working on new arrows for Clint all morning and had been suffering from a headache for the last half an hour. A knock on the glass door caused your to swivel in your chair, wiping the back of your arm across your forehead, unbeknownst to you creating a smudge of grease. 

“Hey Doll.” Bucky’s gruff voice called out into the empty workshop, instantly bringing a smile to your tired face. 

“Bucky, hey!” You replied, “What can I do for you today?”

“It’s this piece of scrap metal…” He sighed, wrapping his flesh knuckles against the metal of his left arm, “It quit working on me again.”

“You really should let me make you a new one.” You murmured, grabbing your toolbox as Bucky jumped up onto one of the tables.

“As I told you before Doll, not a chance.” He smirked, fiddling with a small device that lay next to him. 

“Hey, hands off!” You scolded, slapping the top of his hand, “That isn’t something you should be messing with.” You said, shaking your head as you slipped open the panel on his arm.

“Sorry…” Bucky smiled, grey eyes fond as he glanced down at you.

“Right, it seems like one of the wires has become loose, I’ll just need to solder it back into place, shouldn’t take two minutes.” You murmured, eyes fixed intently on the arm as you grabbed the soldering iron. Turning the iron on, you began your work on the arm, smiling as Bucky began ranting about something or another that Sam had done. Looking up at him for a moment, you missed the way the soldering iron slipped, still on as it began burning his t-shirt.

“”Miss Y/N, Sergeant Barnes?” FRIDAY’s voice suddenly rang out, “I do believe that Sergeant Barnes is currently on fire.” The Irish voice said calmly, causing both of your eyes to immediately lock onto the iron that was burning through his top.

“Oh shit!” You exclaimed, hand flying up to your mouth as Bucky pretty much flew into the air and off the table.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Bucky chanted, patting down the simmering material with his metal hand. And just as the embers went out, Dum-E rolled over, blasting Bucky with a fire extinguisher.

Holding back a laugh, you handed Bucky a towel to wipe his face with, biting your lip as he scowled over at you.

“So… I fixed your arm…” You murmured, snorting slightly as you stifled a laugh.

“You set me on fire!” Bucky suddenly exclaimed, causing you to lose control and fold over laughing, 

“I’m so sorry!” You wheezed, looping your arm around Dum-E and patting him on the head. 

“I hate you both so much.” Bucky muttered, shaking his head as extinguisher foam dripped from his head and shirt.

“No you don’t.” You grinned, giggling as Bucky scooped up some foam and flicked it in your direction, before turning on his heel and exiting the room.

“Good timing as always buddy.” You murmured to the robot, huge grin still on your face.

Prompt ListRequest a prompt!

anonymous asked:

13,41 pls

Here’s a little bit of fluff. With the Stones.

Prompts were:
13. “I could kiss you right now!”
41. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”

Stones T-shirt

I’d commented on his Stones t-shirt at a party.

“Have you ever seen them?” he asked me an hour later when I was in the kitchen making a drink.

“Who?” I made a face, completely forgetting about our previous encounter.

Harry laughed, pointing at his shirt. “The Rolling Stones.”

“Oh. No,” I shook my head. “Never got to.”

“Mmm, you should. Everyone needs to see them at least once.”

“Well…next time I have an extra hundred or so burning a hole in my pocket, I’ll buy a ticket.”

“Hey Carmen, are you making me one of those?” my best friend Sheila asked as she entered in the kitchen.

“What am I, designated bartender?” I scoffed.

“Of course! Now hook me up!”

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Nobody Said it Was Easy

Summary: The Apocalypse is going strong and Dean finds himself stuck with an insanely difficult decision. The only option he sees that they have left is for him to say yes to Michael. Before he leaves though he decides a good idea to have one last night with Y/N before leaving her and Sammy behind.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer, Michael, Lucifer, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, language, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (use a condom!!), spoilers from season five, angst, fighting, Dean being a dick. 

Word Count: 4,998

A/N: This is my entry for @nichelle-my-belle 4K Angst challenge. I’ve never written a season five Dean before so I figure this would be fun! My prompt was 4. His words shattered her as though her as if her heart was porcelain and her love was a lie.  This is told through third person point of view. I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I liked writing it!

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Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

The world was going to end, and it felt like no matter what Sam, Dean and Y/N did there was no way to stop it. Sitting in the motel room Y/N let out a heavy sigh, running her hands over her face. God didn’t want to help them, he felt like the apocalypse was not his fault. Who could blame him thought, technically it wasn’t his fault at all. There really was no one to blame for this. Dean was in Hell, Y/N was hunting trying to forget about him, and Sam was being manipulated by Ruby. It felt more like this damn path was set out for them rather than them choosing it.

There was no way this was going to end well for any of them. People were going to die, probably one of their friends or make shift family. They’d already lost Jo and Ellen and countless other hunters. It was only a matter of time before one of them bit the dust, and they couldn’t afford that. All hands were needed on deck, they needed to but ten thousand percent effort into stopping the end of the world. But as much as they hoped and prayed they could win this fight, they were running out of options. Things were looking bleak and there wasn’t a lot they could do at this point.   

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What’s always without you?

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: LiamxTheo

Summary: This came to my mind the minute I watched the finale episode. Theo left after the fight in the hospital, claiming to sort some things out for himself. He promised Liam to come back…

“You have absolutely no idea where he is?”

Liam stopped wrapping his lacrosse stick with some tape and looked up, shooting a glare at Corey and Nolan. “Did I stutter?” He asked, brows furrowing in annoyance. “I, Liam Dunbar, have absolutely no idea where Theodore Raeken is at this very moment.” He said solemnly, even going as far to raise one hand in mock pledge. 

“But….” Corey started again and Liam rolled his eyes.
 “Okay, stop right there before I start snapping. Theo is out of town, he needed to sort some things out for himself. After the hospital…” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “After what happened at the hospital, after we won and all the adrenaline was out of his system, he realized what happened, okay? So he told me he had to take his time and process it. Alone. On his own.”

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starddust  asked:

Could you write a snowbaz fic in which Baz kisses Simon first?

This was really fun to write. I hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! 


“Baz,” Simon whispers. He’s kneeling in front of me, trying to coax my out of this, as if it isn’t too late.  There’s fire all around us and even with the blazing heat I can still feel the constant cold of my skin. That’s the thing about being dead, you’re never warm. No matter how hard you try, the cold always lingers. He’s closer to me than he’s ever been before and it’s so distracting. He’s begging now. I don’t understand why he can’t just let me be. Isn’t this what he’s always wanted? For me to stop causing him so much trouble? He’s so close and his lips are parted and he keeps coming closer. He’s kneeling in between my legs and his hand is on my shoulders and I need to get him out of here. The fire and slithering closer to us and I don’t know what I would do if it hurt him. I want to kiss him. He’s not talking anymore, he’s just touching me, his fingers brushing my cheek, wiping the tears away.  I think I might kiss him. He’s so close and he’s being so gentle and all I want to do (all I’ve ever wanted to do) is kiss him.

“Simon,” I whisper, my hand reaching out and brushing the edge of his jaw with my thumb. His eyes are open wide and his tears are flowing continuously down his cheeks. I didn’t notice he was crying.

“Baz, Please,” He whispers, his voice is breaking and it’s the most painful thing I’ve ever heard. I pull his face closer to mine and ghost my lips over his. To my surprise, he doesn’t push me away. He doesn’t let me burn.

I gently press them together, my fingers sliding into his hair, and his holding onto the collar of my shirt. He’s kissing me back. He pulls away for a split second, his eyes closed and lips wet and parted before pressing them back to mine.


He’s kissing me. And I like it. I want more of it. I don’t ever want to stop.

I grip onto the collar of his shirt, pulling myself closer to him. His lips are cold against mine. It’s a relief from the constant heat around us.

Merlin, if I don’t get him out now he’ll burn. I need to put this fire out.

I pull my lips away from his and it makes my heart ache. I turn my head and look at the fire. I don’t have my wand, but just by thinking about it the fire goes out. It looks like I hit rewind on and old VCR.

“Simon,” He whispers again. It makes my heart flutter. I turn back to face him and he presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. His fingers are still in my hair and his eyes are staring at my lips. I lean in and kiss him and it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders.


“Baz-” He whisper, his lips pulling only slightly away from mine. His hands are on me.

Simon’s hands take the cold away. Like he’s the only thing that could ever make me feel warm. He makes me feel alive.

“Baz,” He whispers again and I open my eyes to look at him. He’s so close.

“Don’t do this okay? Don’t start another fire. Please. Come home with me.” He’s crying still. Has he been crying this whole time? I kiss him again, holding onto his cheeks.

“Stop crying,” I whisper, looking into a sea of blue.

“I don’t want you to die, okay? Don’t do this.”

I kiss him again and tug him closer to me. He wraps his arms around my neck, his hands in my hair. “Just hold me. Okay? I won’t do anything as long as I’m in your arms.” I whisper, pressing my face into his neck.

“I don’t want you to leave me. Ever. As much as I express that I hate you, I don’t want you to ever leave me. Please. Oh god, I hate thinking about it. I hate that I almost lost you. Baz you absolute prick. You’ve made me like you. You’ve made me not want to kill you. It’s what you’ve always wanted.” He whispers and it makes me hold him tighter. He wraps his legs around me, sitting in my lap, his hands in my hair, his head resting on my shoulder.

“I’m not going to use it against you. Haven’t you figured it out yet?” I ask, my fingers running down his back.

“Figured what out?” His breath is on my neck and its a shiver down my spine.  

“That I’m absolutely mad for you.”

He pulls away and looks at me, with wide, glossy blue eyes and kisses me again.


How could I have been such a fool?


Nessian, 904, Rated G 

A/N: Here’s a little domestic drabble. They kinda make pancakes, they kinda read, they’re mostly just two fools being affectionate. 


Rain poured down on the street in front of them. The weather had been the same all day, but Nesta and Cassian were not wet. Instead, they curled up on his swinging bench, reading together. Separate stories, but entangled enough that they were sharing their own. Nesta had positioned herself in a tiny ball pressing into Cassian’s side, while he wrapped his arm all the way around her to hold his own novel.

They’d been there for hours. Just sitting, enjoying the weather from the safety of his covered porch. Cassian occasionally would drop a foot and give them a gentle push, rocking their seat gently. Occasionally, one of them would drift off while they lie there. Nesta had twice, each time awoken by Cassian gently pecking her forehead or nose. Thunder would sometimes crack, but the two were covered and had a slight protective shield surrounding the porch.

Nesta almost wished they could experience this more often, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell Casian she was ready. Ready to tell everyone else about their fledging relationship that was mostly late night encounters in which they did much of what they were currently doing. However, the rain created an excuse not to start their training while also offering them time alone. Cassian had asked her what she wanted to do and didn’t argue when she replied with quiet reading.

Thus, they’d been holed up at his house, using the rain as an excuse for her to stay. While they managed a healthy silence, Nesta was beginning to feel an increasingly noticeable hunger.

“Cass,” she whispered, her voice rough from hours of disuse.

His arm tightened slightly around her. “What is it?”

Her stomach growled loudly, almost in anticipation of her statement. “I’m hungry.”

“You know where the kitchen is, go help yourself.”

“I want pancakes.”

“There’s one of those just add water packs in the pantry.”

She grew a bit bothered because clearly he couldn’t read between the lines. “Do you want pancakes?” She sat up, the blood rushing to places it hadn’t been, causing a tingling feeling.

“Sure.” He stretched his arms high above his head and stood, bringing his shirt up a little.

A wicked grin grew on her face. “Great! Then you can make them,” she proclaimed, flopping back down to cover the whole swing.

He released a deep sigh.

She added, “Since you know the super secret recipe, you should make those.”

She was referring to the chocolate chip ones that he learned from Rhys’s mother centuries ago that still were the best thing she’d ever had in her life.

“What am I going to do with you, Nesta Archeron?” he asked before leaning down to share a chaste kiss.

When he left, Nesta felt both his absence and her hunger, but she also felt the desperate need to finish her chapter. Due to something that neither of them would admit, she could feel Cassian’s anticipation for her to return, and she could hear his humming.

Her eyes dragged across the last words of the chapter, shocked at what was happening. “I want you to know,” she shouted as she stood and walked into Cassian’s house, “that I have put down my book, at a cliffhanger, for your pancakes. Not you. So they better be good.”

“Sure,” he mumbled as she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and burying her face in his back, “you just came here for the pancakes.”

“They’re really all you’re good for,” she said half-heartedly, “the pancakes. Though maybe I’ll be a little generous and say food in general.”

“And they said you weren’t kind.”

She just hummed in response and closed her eyes breathing him in. Her fingers slowly spread themselves underneath his shirt, while he just stared down at the griddle.

“Sweetheart, I can’t burn these. Which means it needs my utmost attention—“ he gently grabbed her hands and took them off his chest—“So this, like many other things we’re taking slow, can wait.”

She glared at him before plopping down at the island and dipping her fingers in the batter.

“Maybe, I should’ve just stayed outside and read where you clearly wouldn’t have missed me.”

“Be my guest, but I get first dibs. And I usually eat quite a few, a whole batter-ful before, so you can take your chances.”

She knew he was joking, especially when he turned and presented her with a heaping plate of pancakes. Then threw the butter and cinnamon at her, without her having to ask for her favorite toppings.

“Honestly, Nes, you do need to learn how to cook,” he said as he poured more batter down.

“Why would I ever need to when my sister’s mate has help around every corner? And when they’re not available, I can usually come push a certain Illyrian to do it for me.”

He chocked out a laugh. “Someday, Nesta, I am going to teach you how to cook.”

She didn’t argue and kept eating her pancakes as Cassian sat in the stool next to hers. They ate in silence. Nesta slowly nibbling her way through her pancakes while Cassian inhaled his. Inside her mouth, the chocolate practically burst as it oozed out of the fluffy mix which elected her to release a moan.

“Like how they taste?” he teased, mouth full.

Her eyes rolled slightly in pleasure as she nodded. In the past month, she’d ate hundreds of his pancakes, and she still didn’t know if they were so wonderful because of the recipe or who made them. 

BTS Reaction: Seeing you only wearing your underwear and his shirt. [Hyung Line]

Hyung Line | Maknae Line

Namjoon | Rap Monster:

It would be a normal day for Namjoon. He’d wake up, but he’d frown when he noticed you weren’t sleeping next to him. He loved waking up before you, and stare at your angelic face until you shifted in your sleep, and woke up, locking eyes with him. You’d give him a small smile, your eyes still half closed and greeted him with a quiet ‘Good morning.’ But now that you weren’t there, he felt slightly disappointed that he couldn’t stare at his beautiful Jagiya until you woke up.

The sweet smell of pancakes and syrup filled Namjoon’s senses as he climbed out of bed and dressed in his casual clothing. A black t-shirt, with a grey hoodie and ripped black jeans. The rapper decided when he got to the kitchen he’d teasingly scold you for waking up before him. He silently prepared as he made his way to the kitchen and put on his best-annoyed expression.

“Jagiya! Why are you up before- Whoa,” he stopped mid-sentence when he strode into the kitchen to see you cooking, in nothing but his white shirt, and your underwear. Namjoon couldn’t help but stare at your thighs as you had your back turned to him and flipped the pancakes in the frying pan.

“Morning Oppa,” you spoke, turning around and giving your boyfriend a warm smile. “Sorry I’m up before you, but I wanted to surprise you,” you sheepishly laughed as you avoided his gaze, which hadn’t moved from your thighs. He shook his head a few times, bringing him out of his trance before he looked up at your face, and smirked.

“You know, I was going to scold you, but this is a perfect way for you to apologise,” Namjoon grinned as he stepped forward and wrapped them around your waist, pulling you closer. In an instant, he had lifted you up forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist and carried you back to the bedroom.

“Uhm Namjoon,” you suppressed a moan as he kissed your neck roughly.

“Yes my sweet Jagiya?” he smirked in between kisses.

“The pancakes are gonna burn,” you giggled lightly. He suddenly stopped and growled lowly.

“Fuck, you always know how to ruin the mood,” Namjoon playfully teased, which resulted in your pouting like a child.

“I’ll go turn off the stove, then we’ll continue where we left off. How about that?” you shyly smiled, avoiding his gaze. He smirked and climbed off of you.

“Sure, go ahead,” he replied. Quickly you stood up and began to make your way out of the room. A quiet squeak left your lips when Namjoon had spanked you and laughed lightly at your reaction. “Don’t be long,” he cooed, as you left giving him a glare.

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Jin | Seokjin:

Jin would wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs and smile warmly when he realised you were cooking. ‘Gracefully’ he’d roll out of bed and got dressed in a white shirt-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. He’d stumble his way out of the door and make his way to the kitchen.

“Morning Jagiya~” Jin would say in a sing-song voice. He’d suddenly stop in his tracks however and stare at you, jaw dropped. You stood before him (Like the goddess all ARMY’s are) wearing his white shirt that was just washed and your black lace underwear. “J-Jagiya?” Jin asked with a small stutter.

You turned around and greeted him with a small warming smile. Jin would slowly make his way towards you and wrap his arm around your waist and pull you in for a gentle kiss.

“Morning Oppa~,” you’d reply in a sing-song voice, almost mocking you boyfriend. He pouted and rubbed his nose against yours, with his eyes closed.

“This shirt was just washed, I was going to put it away when I woke up, but it looks like it’s going to need to be washed again,” Jin sighed. “What am I gonna do with you?” he laughed.

“Hey! I’m don’t smell that bad,” you whined with a pout. Jin chuckled lightly at your cute reaction.

“I’m just teasing Jagiya, you smell lovely,” Jin muttered as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, rocking you both back and forward.

“Jin, I’m gonna burn the eggs if you don’t let go,” you giggled. He instantly released you and let you get back to what you were doing. 

“Jagiya, I’m not in the mood for bacon and eggs, I’d rather taste you, after all, you look so delicious in that shirt of mine,” Jin suddenly changed the mood and gave you a look full of lust.

“Too bad, I’m hungry too, and as a matter of fact, I am in the mood for bacon and eggs, so wait your turn,” you laughed as you instantly shut him down, leaving him sitting on the couch with a pout.

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Yoongi | Suga

Yoongi would return early home from work and surprise you. Quietly he opened the door and crept into the house, fortunately not making his sound. He heard you moving about in the living room and smiled from the other side of the door, getting ready to open up the door and yell ‘surprise.’ He takes a deep, quiet sigh he placed his hand on the door and opened it quickly.

“Surprise Jag-,” he stopped suddenly when he noticed you standing there, hair wet from your shower, wearing only your underwear and his new shirt. His surprised expression instantly changed to a dark one, eyes filled with lust.

“Y-you’re home early,” you stuttered as you attempted to cover yourself up, but it was no use. Yoongi could easily see through the shirt, as your skin was still slightly damp from the shower, your breasts easily showing through it.

“Well, well, well Jagiya, I was planning on surprising you, but it seems to be the other way around,” Yoongi smirked as he stepped closer to you.

“N-no, don’t look,” you muttered. In all honestly, you were self-conscious about your body. You’d only been going out with Yoongi for a few months and you were scared to do anything, in case he didn’t appreciate your body.

“If you’re thinking I won’t love you anymore because of your body, you’re wrong,” Yoongi spoke up, making you stare at him in surprise. “I love you just the way you are, and I want you to know that no one can change that,” he smiled and he opened his arms up to you. “I won’t come to you, if you don’t come over, I’ll know to stop, but if you choose to come over, you know there will be no turning back, but I promise I will be gentle,” his voice was calm and soothing.

After a moment of thinking, you slowly began to step forwards. His words gave you confidence in yourself, and you’d been wanting to try something with Yoongi for a while not, you were just scared. You stood in front of him, and wrapped your arms around him, letting him know you were ready. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you as well.

“Now, where shall we start,” he smirked as he stepped away from you slightly and looked at you up and down.

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Hoseok | J-Hope

The ray of sunshine groaned slightly when he rolled over in bed and noticed you were missing. He always felt saddened when you weren’t next to him sleeping. You’d normally be up before him because of work, and because he’d worked so much himself, he’d wake up at 10 am or after. However, today was different. Instead of the house being quiet, music was being played in the bathroom and he smiled brightly.

“Jagiya?” Hoseok called from outside the bathroom door. He listened carefully to the music and lightly laughed when he heard Not Today was playing. You had told him it was your current favourite song and you’d been listening to is for the whole week. Of course, Hoseok took it as a joke, but now he was genuinely surprised that you were listening to his group’s music. He knocked on the door and patiently waited for you.

“Hoseok?” you called from the other side of the door and quickly opened it. “You’re up!” you giggled happily as you gave him a quick peck on the lips. His smile faded when he noticed that you only wore your underwear and his shirt.

“Jagiya, you’re wearing my shirt?” Hoseok questioned in shock. You looked down at the clothing and awkwardly smiled as you rubbed the back of your neck.

“Ah sorry Oppa, I just grabbed the first shirt I saw, I’ll go change in a sec,” you replied as you began to walk away to the bedroom. However, your wrist was caught by Hoseok as he pulled you in for a hug.

“No, don’t. I love you wearing my clothes, I think it’s really cute,” he replied and he hugged you tighter. “And sexy,” he whispered into your ear, lust laced in his voice. You were surprised by his sudden change of voice but it turned you on as well. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist.

“O-Oppa,” you stuttered, clearly embarrassed. 

“Don’t worry Jagiya, I’ll be gentle,” he grinned as he led you back into the bedroom to give you a good time.

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Essays in Existentialism: HSAU

can you do a high school AU where one is the captain of the football team and they sweep off the nerdy girls’ feet?

Morning started the same, every day, rain or shine. Four thirty in the morning, the alarm beeped in the small attic room, and under one section of angled roof, where a pile of blankets slumbered, an arm would appear and slap around until the offending noise stopped. It was precise and methodical and never changed, six days a week.

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anonymous asked:

How about cat boy Shiro & shance?

It got away from me….
Lance yawned as he opened to door to his house, tired after a full day of work. Allura was a slave driver, having him work the clearance floor of the fashion building. There had been a huge sale today, customers having flooded the shop and nearly cleaning it out, and not all of them were nice to him.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes, shutting the door behind him. After getting changed into some sweatpants and an old t-shirt, he flopped on the couch, shutting his eyes. He got about what felt like ten minutes of blessed sleep before a crash and a yowl of pain woke him up, the lanky 25 year old man bolting upright in surprise. He got up and looked at the clock. What the fuck? Who was even awake at 4am?

With a groan, he got up and decided to investigate the sound. He shrugged on a light jacket and stepped out onto the porch, bare feet cold against the concrete. He glanced around and walked over to where a soft whimpering was coming from, the alleyway with all the trash cans.

“Hello?” He called, padding inside the alleyway, hand against the wall of his house. His eyes caught a hunched shape next to the dumpster, something big with a twitching tail and curled in on itself. Oh.

Now that he was closer, he could see it was a Hybrid, creatures that were a common pet in this city. This one was a Cat Hybrid, with long, messy and dirty black hair and ears and a white forelock and a white tipped black tail. It was making soft, pained sounds, gripping at its right arm.

“Here kitty kitty, what’s wrong?” Lance crooned, attempting to appear as non-threatening as possible. Which wasn’t hard, he could see the muscles through the tattered shirt on the Cat Hybrid’s body, even though it looked very malnourished. He walked a little closer, trying to recall everything Hunk had told him about Cat Hybrids since the big guy worked at a shelter for all kinds of Hybrids, like Keith, a mixed breed of a Cat and a Wolf Hybrid.

The Hybrid’s head shot up, staring at him with wide, panicked silver eyes that were admittedly quite pretty. Now that he could see its face, Lance could tell the Cat Hybrid was male, and hurt too by the bloody cut across his nose. The Hybrid growled warningly, ears flattened back and tail puffed up in fear.

Lance held up his hands, palms outwards, staying calm like Hunk had taught him when handling scared Hybrids. “Woah there, Kitty, I’m not here to hurt you. I’m just trying to help. Can you let me do that?” He soothed, focus entirely on the terrified Hybrid.

The growling paused for a moment, wavering, and an almost curious look flashed through those gray eyes before being replaced with more caution. Lance took a small step forward, encouraged.

“You don’t look too good there, Kitty. Want me to get you some food and a bandage for that cut on your pretty face?” He cooed, shuffling a little closer and crouching low to appear smaller, less dangerous. The Hybrid’s ears flicked, indecision flickering across his face. Lance was now close enough to reach forward with one hand, carefully.

The Hybrid leaned forward, uncurling a little to sniff at Lance’s fingers, before cautiously turning his cheek against the Cuban man’s palm before pulling back a little with a soft whine. Lance smiled gently, keeping his teeth hidden, and ran his hand over the Hybrid’s hair and ears, a small purr startling both males.

Lance spoke up again. “Hey, let’s get you into my place so we can fix you up, okay?” The Hybrid blinked, confused, but allowed Lance to pull him up and suddenly Lance had to reevaluate this because the Cat Hybrid was taller than him by a head and a lot wider than skinny little Twig Lance. Not to mention heavy! For someone so emaciated, he sure packed a lot of weight!

Lance carefully led the Cat Hybrid out of the alleyway and into his house, shutting the door quietly and tugging him into the bathroom. “Okay, I know cats hate water, but we need to get you washed and cleaned before we bandage you up.” Lance explained to the startled Cat, who was staring at his reflection in the mirror with something akin to horror.

Lance filled the bathtub with hot but not scalding soapy water, and guided the Hybrid in. The water seemed to relax the dirty kitty, and Lance easily pulled off the ragged and soon to be burned old shirt and boxers the Hybrid had been wearing, finally able to assess the damages.

The Cat was covered in old scars and new injuries, like he’d been in a fighting ring. His right arm was missing, obviously recently because the stump hadn’t healed completely and was an angry reddish purple, blotchy and clearly infected. The poor Cat was going to need a Vet, and Lance hoped Hunk would cover this. But first he had to do what he could to help, since he’d never been one to turn down a creature in need.

He set to work, using safe shampoos and soaps to clean the dirt and blood away, having to drain and refill the tub several times until the water stayed mostly clear and bubbly. The Cat Hybrid flinched with every wound wiped down, but seemed to recognize that Lance was helping him and didn’t fight back. Lance hummed to fill the silence, a soothing Spanish lullaby his Mama loved singing.

Once he finished, he rinsed the Cat one last time before leaving to grab some overly large clothes that would probably fit the huge Hybrid, which he was guessing was of the Maine Coon variety. He came back and drained the tub, tugging the relaxed kitty out and drying him off, bandaging every wound with a bandaid or gauze before helping him into soft, clean clothes that actually fit the Cat just right, if not only slightly tight.

“Okay, just a haircut and then some food, sound good?” Lance soothed, sitting the other male on the closed toilet and holding up a pair of scissors and a hair razor. The Cat eyed the items warily, but merely made a soft noise of agreement before letting his eyes fall shut.

Lance pulled a towel over the Cat’s neck and shoulders, before setting to work snipping the long, tangled black locks of hair. He shaved away the worst of it, giving the Hybrid an undercut and leaving the top alone, trimming around the ears to a short, fluffy length and even grooming the ears and tail to get rid of the matting. The white forelock was left a little longer than the rest, since Lance found it kind of cute.

He cleared away the mess and once again tugged the Cat Hybrid by the wrist along with him to the kitchen, the poor kitty making a soft mew, a wordless question. “Food then! You look pretty hungry, kitty, and I think I still have a package of turkey somewhere.” Lance clarified, gesturing for the Hybrid to sit on the couch while he entered the kitchen to rummage around his fridge.

He came back to see the Cat Hybrid looking around curiously, tail flicking and ears up, which was definitely a good sign if he was showing interest in his surroundings. Lance gave himself a mental high five and cleared his throat lightly, gathering the kitty cat’s attention. He held up the package of turkey and had to stop himself from giggling at the way the Hybrid’s eyes lit up and ears perked, staring at the wrapped meat hungrily. His stomach let out a demanding growl too, and Lance definitely laughed then.

“Haha, okay, here you go then.” Lance chuckled, opening the plastic package and unwrapping the seal around the meat, plopping it back into the container and handing it to the Cat Hybrid.

While the cat scarfed down the meat, Lance dug his phone out of his jacket.

He had a few calls to make.
This….. got waaaaaaaayyy out of control…… it was supposed to be a small fluffy fic and I turned it into some angst? And yes, Shiro is the nameless Hybrid. I don’t suppose you’d want more, maybe? I mean I wouldn’t mind making more? Gah- I need to stop making all these AU’S, my brain is out of control ;0;
Hope you enjoyed!

(edit- here’s chapter 2- https://tokyoteddywolf.tumblr.com/post/161255787588/companions-au-chapter-2 )

anonymous asked:

In a few weeks I will be moving across the country and driving over 20 hours and only stopping to sleep in parking lots when tired - the only issue is, I have snakes to bring with me. How do I safely and securely transport them during this journey?

Crikey, 20+ hours all at once? That’s a long drive!

My first suggestion to getting your snakes to the destination safely is to plan for an actual 8 hour sleep between your two 10+ hour stints. If you can afford it at all, sleep in an actual bed, like at a cheap 30-dollar a night motel. That has two benefits: One, you reduce the likelihood of crashing when you’re over-tired; and Two, your snakes can come with you into the room in their bins and have a few hours of peace and quiet, too.

Now, that said, depending on where you live and where you’re headed, you may encounter snow and cold weather. To make sure your snakes are safe and warm, buy a reptile heat pack for each snake, and buy spares, too, in case there are delays, bad traffic, or some other reason why you may need extras. They’re relatively cheap, so buy like 2.5 times as many as you have snakes, just to be sure. Don’t buy just any heat pack, because some of them get too hot and can burn your snakes, that’s why I linked to the specialized ones.

Get a latching plastic bin for each snake, that is just about big enough for it to comfortably curl up in, but not to rattle in, when driven over rough roads, for example. Put a towel or some aspen or an old t-shirt on the bottom for bedding. Add a couple air holes (melt with soldering iron or drill, or poke with a hot awl or something like that).

Get (or make) a breathable cloth bag for each snake, which you will tie securely. Pillowcases make good snake bags.

Stop feeding snakes about a week before the trip. You don’t want to deal with regurgitated food on the road, believe me. As a rule, you don’t want to deal with regurgitated food at all, it’s gross, but ESPECIALLY in a small cramped space like a car.

Activate the heat pack and place in the bin – it takes the heat packs an hour or more to reach the target temperature, so make sure you do this well before you load the snakes into your car.

Now when you’re ready to depart, you will put your snakes in bags. One bag per snake, one snake per bag.

When you place a snake in the bag, make a secure knot AND tie with a zip tie to make absolutely sure they can’t escape.

Place bagged snakes into bins. One snake per bin. Fasten the bins. Secure with bungee cords or binder clips etc. if not absolutely positively sure that the latched lids are escape-proof. Make sure air holes are not covered up.


Stop for an 8-hour sleep. Trust me on this one. I’ve crossed the US twice in a car now. You’ll need your rest to stay safe on the road.

Drive the rest of the way.

Depending on the size of the snake, you will need more heat packs per bin.

Also, this trip will stress them out for sure, so when you arrive, give them some time to acclimate, maybe another week to ten days, before feeding them.

Finally, be prepared for them to get sick from the trip, and research a reptile vet in your new town before you leave.

Good luck.


“Why is it that the happiest of moments usher in sudden fear?”










*Ten walks up and sees Johnny by his side*

Johnny: How are you feeling?

Ten: Huh, why? I’m fine..

Johnny: You were really drunk last night.

Ten: Naaah, I wasn’t drunk..

Johnny: You were flirting with me-

Ten: *interrupts him* 

Ten: Well, you’re my boyfriend.

Johnny: -and I joked around by telling you we broke up two days ago but you can’t remember it because you’re drunk ever since. You actually believed it, you left me at the bar, went back to the dorms and started yelling stuff like “Johnny is the greatest bastard I’ve ever met” and cursing in thai, eventually waking up everyone..By the time I got here things had happened..

Ten: Come on, what else could have happened? I wasn’t THAT drunk!

Johnny: Doyoung barely stopped you from calling Lee Soo-man to tell him you wanted to quit NCT since we’ve broken up!

Ten: Get outta my face you cruel bastard! How could you joke about something like when I was THAT drunk?  

Johnny: Soo now you agree you were drunk?

Ten: *getting flashbacks*

Ten: oh my god, I puked ALL over the bathroom!

Johnny: That, you shouldn’t worry about. TY couldn’t go back to sleep without cleaning it all up..

Ten: Bless that clean freak!!

Ten: But what should I worry about?

Ten: oh wait, I think I remember! I burnt the t-shirt you got me for my birthday, didn’t I?

Johnny: Well, I’m sure that was your initial goal but you mistook Haechan’s clothes for yours and ended up burning the t-shirt he had received from Mark on his birthday..

Ten: GOD! What did Haechan do when he found out?

Johnny: Let’s just say you need to go shopping..

Ten: aaah we’re breaking up and my world comes crumbling down!

Johnny: haha come on, don’t be so dramat-


Ten: HA! Gotcha! And don’t even think we’re close to being even. Don’t ever joke about shit like that again, especially when I’m drunk. You hear me?

Johnny: I’m sorry, I really am! I won’t joke about breaking up again. Forgive me? Please? I’ll do anything…

Ten: Looks like someone’s got some shopping to do..