i tagged you to taunt you

The way you said “I love you.“

Some fluffy, some angsty prompts

  1. As a hello
  2. With a hoarse voice, under the blankets
  3. A scream
  4. Over a cup of tea
  5. Over a beer bottle
  6. On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair
  7. As a thank you
  8. As an apology
  9. When baking chocolate chip cookies
  10. Not said to me
  11. With a shuddering gasp
  12. When we lay together on the fresh spring grass
  13. In a letter
  14. A whisper in the ear
  15. Loud, so everyone can hear
  16. Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble
  17. When the broken glass litters the floor
  18. From very far away
  19. With no space left between us
  20. As we huddle together, the storm raging outside
  21. Over your shoulder
  22. Muffled, from the other side of the door
  23. Through a song
  24. Without really meaning it
  25. In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep
  26. Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave
  27. A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips
  28. When I am dead
  29. Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey
  30. Too quick, mumbled into your scarf
  31. In awe, the first time you realised it
  32. In a way I can’t return
  33. On a post-it note
  34. Before we jump
  35. As a goodbye
wicked games [3]

Summary: Every young, successful CEO has their vices. Just how far do Tom’s go?

Pairing: CEO!Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Language; mentions of NSFW content

Word Count: 3,491 [I have no self control]

A/N: From this point forward, I will only tag people 18+ in the future NSFW chapters. If you want to be tagged, I will need you to confirm your age for me. Besides that, I hope you all enjoy this part! xx | series masterlist

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vy-for-vendetta  asked:

Do you have any recs of young Derek and young stiles being mates/ growing up as mates? :3

Well, we have a MATES tag you should definitely explore! But here, have some growing up as mates fics!

GROWING UP AS MATES

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) by yodasyoyo

Stiles is six years old when he first hears Derek’s voice in his head.

Or what happens if you have a soulmate bond, in a universe where soulmate bonds don’t exist?


take me back by matildajones

“I dare you to kiss me,” Stiles taunts, and he’s not expecting the way Derek says a naughty word under his breath and then leans forward.

Stiles yelps. He just dodges Derek’s mouth before he’s laughing wildly and running through the trees, calling out a series of ew ew ew as Derek chases him back home.

A childhood friends to lovers AU.


Like a Baby Duck by ALoza

Derek hoists Stiles to his feet, and the six-year-old topples forward into the ten-year-old’s chest. He grunts and wipes at his cheek.

“Sorry,” Derek blurts, eyes wide with worry, as he steadies him.

Stiles smiles and shrugs, “‘s okay.”

Derek smiles back and crosses his arms, “Okay, you have to be the prince and I’ll be the knight that has to rescue you, okay?”

Stiles nods, “Okay.”

“Go to sleep in the treehouse and when I kiss you, you have to wake up,” Derek instructs.


Of Wolves and Doughnuts by Hatteress

When Derek was fifteen, circumstance and a goddamn doughnut had seen fit to Bond him to Stiles Stilinski.

In which Derek is more cunning than anyone gives him credit for, Stiles doesn’t understand why the new Alphas in town are all up in his business and everyone gets a violent crash-course in what it means to be Pack, whether they’re in it or not.

Bad Boy (Part 2)

Part 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader.

Warnings: SMUT. Excessive use of pet names, mentions of bruises and small cuts, oral sex (fr), unprotected sex, slight spanking, instead of his metal arm Buck-Buck has a full sleeve of tattoos, he’s hot. This is for the second part.

Word Count: 1336.

Rating: 18+

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So I sent ans ask for @bucky-plums-barnes Sinful Sunday about Bucky having a full sleeve of tattoos and being the kind of guy your parents always told to stay away from, @ryverpenrad said they’d write another version of this, so I’m tagging them and my wives @sexylibrarian1 and @thecrownedrose Because I love them!


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anonymous asked:

Omfg PLEASE do a threesome for gag!jungkook and taehyung. I would die.

ASK AND YOU WILL RECEIVE

;pairing — jungkook/taehyung/reader

;warnings — voyeurism | hard sex | vkook being nasty with a girl in the middle | implications of polyamory | little bit of choking | lots of mouth fucking | if you’re turned off by cum play and swapping spit, this is probably not for you

;summary — jungkook wants a birthday gift from you. givenchy & gold au featuring coworker!taehyung 

;word count — 10k words of pure filth

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I dare you to create a monster based on your worst fear

Be creative! Maybe it’s a monster that steals your dreams, leaving you without rest or perhaps it traps you inside of them. Perhaps it’s something that symbolizes the passage of time and creeps up on you, following you, taunting you with mortality. Maybe it has the face of the person who has hurt you the most or the face of someone you love as it betrays you. 

Monsters have long been created so that they speak directly to humanity’s universal fears. What monster would speak to your own?

Think outside the box!

If you’re brave enough to post, don’t forget to tag I dare you to write and indicate whether or not concrit is welcome.

I said, ‘I love you’

(A/N: Thank you @nobodys-baby-now! Hope you like it!)

Warnings: Fluff

Words: 401

The words had tumbled so casually out of his mouth that they caught you off guard, startling you enough that you lay wide awake, contemplating whether he was coherent or not. While Gabriel didn’t sleep, he often went into what you referred to as his ‘sugar comas’, and they were as close to sleep as he could get. He laid behind you, preferring to be 'the big spoon’ as his arm draped over your hip and his body curled into yours. It was just after two in the morning when he readjusted himself, muttering the words into your ear before the soft, snoring sound of his breathing continued.

You and Gabriel had been exclusive for awhile, but neither of you had said those imposing words to each other yet. And while it thrilled you to final hear them, you feared that maybe, in his sugar coma state, he was merely talking about pancakes.

“Y/N?” he asked groggily, exhaling a soft moan of breath into the crook of your neck as he seemed to pick up on your shift in mood.

“Mhm?” you replied, rolling onto your back towards him so his arm still remained around you.

“You alright?” he pressed, slowly coming around as he shook his tired head.

“Yeah…” you replied hesitantly, avoiding his gaze as you fiddled with your fingers.

“I said, 'I love you’,” he repeated, leaning his elbow on his pillow and resting his head in his hand as he stared down at you, grin spread wide across his lips.

You looked up at him, the tell-tale twinkle shining in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss your forehead before flopping back down on the pillow and pulling you against his chest. His face nuzzled into your neck as you wiggled against him to get comfortable, unable to fight back the smile that was quickly overtaking your face.

He gave you a final kiss on your neck before the two of you settled again, resting comfortably as Gabriel sounded on the verge of falling back into his slumber.

“Gabe?” you whispered, your grin only growing wider.

“Yeah, sugarplum?” he replied, his voice muffled by your hair and his exhaustion.

“I love you, too.”

“I know, sweetness,” he answered, though even with sleep heavily tainting his voice, his taunting nature still rang through. “Now shut up and go to sleep.”


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colored request doodles from the test stream! (twas fun y’all lookin forward to streamin during the winter break :D)

You are a galaxy.
Infinitely beautiful.
A swirling masterpiece
of blues and purples
and gold.
And I’d stare at you for hours,
map the constellations of your face,
the freckles on your skin,
the lines; taunt and angular,
beautiful.
But somehow, despite the years I spend studying,
there’s always a new discovery,
a secret hidden in swirls of stars
that makes you all the more beautiful.
—  A.T | @scribbledwordsonwhitepaper
Personal Yuri on Ice Fic Rec List

This is Part Eight. There have been Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, and Part Seven (although tumblr keeps screwing up my hyperlinks, so you probably can’t click on these, and should just check out my #fic rec tag instead).

1. Undiscovered Country
Yuuri wakes up in Victor’s room the night after the Sochi Grand Prix Final banquet. Did they sleep together? No. Instead, last night, Drunk Yuuri taunted Victor that he hadn’t earned the right to get in his pants…and spelled out exactly what Victor would have to do to get there. Now, Victor intends to do everything on that list…

2. A Side of You I Never Knew
Well, how was Victor supposed to know he was married to an absolute genius? Nobody had ever told him! Well, there’s no way he can let it go on being a secret.

3. Coming Home Again
Yuuri, given to periodic bouts of paranoia, would often wonder if Viktor is, in fact, a Russian drug lord on the loose, seeking refuge in a nondescript town in America. This would explain a manner of things: his evasiveness whenever probed about his job; the way he’d unpredictably throw out incisive, thoughtful commentary about the morning news over breakfast; his expensive tastes in shirts, watches, and wallets alike; why he’d want to stay here with Yuuri, of all places, when the contents of his wardrobe alone could probably afford him a year-long stay at any condominium of his choice in the trendiest part of town. And then he goes on to discover that Viktor actually has a premium account on club penguin, and that his five penguins are named Peanut Wigglebutt, Luke skyhopper, Zing Zing, Otto Von Longdong, and Mooshoo Vegetable, and beats the idea to death in his head.

4. Living in the Maybe
Mari picks Viktor up at the airport when he returns from Moscow. Without Yuuri there to play his usual role of interpreter, they learn to communicate around their linguistic, cultural, and personal barriers.

5. Go On Ahead
Sour, grouchy Yakov didn’t understand sparkly purple skate outfits or wanting to eat your weight in sweets or having crushes on boys. But Viktor did.

6. Fear
Yuri is a good skater. He knows this. Viktor is just better. (Yakov disagrees.)

7. Sixty Impossible Things
Two weeks after his failure at Sochi, Yuuri receives a text from a mysterious number asking why the fuck he’s ignoring Viktor. So begins Yuri Plisetsky’s all out campaign to get Yuuri to fucking finally text Viktor and end his torment of watching Viktor pine, and so begins Yuuri’s descent into a wonderland of texting his idol, meeting his #1 fan(s), and slowly rebuilding his life with a little help from his friends.

8. Two Nights in Paris
Life and love: two words starting with the same letter, mutually existing for each other. One is simple, the other not. When Victor whisks Yuri away to Paris for the weekend, they might just find themselves asking which is which.

9. Katsuki “PDA Monster” Yuuri
When he kissed Yuuri for the first time, Viktor assumed that would be the end of any public romantic gestures between them. Yuuri, however, had other plans.

10. And So Viktor Met Him
At the Sochi GPF, Viktor watches Yuuri’s disastrous free skate and Chris watches Viktor. Two days and one gala banquet later, Viktor is in love and furious about it. In which personal revelations occur, the scoring system is biased, and Chris is a good friend when he isn’t a terrible friend.

11. Bare It All
Yuuri gets himself into trouble at a bar before he even gets drunk. Luckily for Yuuri, his hot neighbor and longtime crush, who Yuuri tries not to peek at while he wanders around his apartment, is also at the bar.

12. Empty Ice
Yuri Katsuki is considering retiring from competitive figure skating after coming in sixth at his first Grand Prix Final, but an accident only days after the final leaves his idol, Victor Nikiforov, in a coma. Grief stricken, Yuri decides to dedicate his season to the fallen skater and throws himself into the sport. He puts everything on the line for three final competitions. Then, dreams shattered, he retires. Adrift, grieving, and unsure of his place in the world Yuri turns to photography and quickly becomes known as one of the best figure skating photographers at competitions. It is this that leads him to the one thing that lends a sense of catharsis: recreating famous photographs of Victor, except in empty ice rinks. However, soon strange artifacts start to appear in his photos, and a presence calling itself Victor attaches itself to him. Yuri is left to wonder if he is going insane or if he’s being haunted, and whether the strange artifacts in the photos are at all connected to the comatose skater.

13. In Honour of the Lambs Led Astray
Living in a world run by money and deceit, Katsuki Yuuri is a honeypot who works under the guise of a high-class escort. For a hefty sum, he can turn an extraction of information into an assassination. Jaded to the existence of soulmates, he throws himself into his work and lets it consume him.

14. Without fear, without metaphor
Yuuri was never one to use more words than necessary. Underutilized it, even, his family and friends would remark. Still, there was a certain relief that came with easy communication. Then he started wanting to use words for more. He even ran his mouth quite a few times in the past months, much to his embarrassment. And he quietly admitted to himself that it came with the sudden barrage of Viktor Nikiforov into what he expected to be peaceful life and probable retirement in his hometown.

15. were stars to burn
How should we like it were stars to burn with a passion for us we could not return?

16. that boy is a monster
Viktor is almost thirty. It’s only a matter of time.

I wanted this list to be longer, and I also wanted to publish on the same day as the YOI Anniversary. Guess which urge won out in the end. Happy belated, Yuri on Ice!

Big Brother Knows Best

Winchester x Sister!Reader // Demon!Dean

A/n: I’ve been watching old episodes and getting fic ideas so bare with me and my little shit fics. I really almost didn’t post this one.

Warnings: Blood, Dean is a demon, Angst, mentions of death, violence?

Forever tag list: @Freaksforthewin , @thewinhunter, @cambriacaneatnoodles, @brokennoone , @youtubehelpsmesurvive , @chrisevansthedoritobastard , @winchesters-favorite-girl , @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot @godh8salyssa   @dean-baby-Winchester  @straightasdeanwinchester@animexchocolate@fabulouslycassie@lizbeth-loves-bobear @nicolesyneah25

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A firm hand gripped your own sweating one. Pulling you around the corner away from the taunting calls behind you.

“Can’t run from me forever, Sammy.” The voice speaking wasn’t that of your brothers, rather something entirely opposite. “And pulling our little sister into this wild goose chase? Not hardly fair at all.”

Words couldn’t express how badly you wanted to rush into your oldest brothers arms. Beg him to come back to you and be the man you knew he was. Every part of you knew Sam would keep you as far away from him as he could. He’d throw himself in between the two of you if it came down to it. No questions asked.

Your mind was snapped back into the current events when Sam grabbed hold of your shoulders and shook you.

“Hey, don’t zone out. Not now.” Taking a giant gulp of fear you nodded shakily. “Go.” His head nudged in the direction of a closed door.

“What? Are you out of your damn mind? I’m not leaving you here to get your head whacked off by our demonic brother.” With your right hand you held on tightly to his left arm. Just above his wrist.

“I’m right behind you, Y/n.” There was no use arguing with him. He wasn’t going to allow you to stand there next to him.

A bad feeling rested in the pit of your stomach. In every horror movie you watched when somebody said they’d be right behind someone, they were always lying. And they usually always ended up dead.

Bright red flashing lights beamed from unknown areas of the bunker, startling you. Just as your hand reached out to open the door it was swung open. Sam was breathing heavily and pushing you onward to continue running.

Dean was always the brother you thought to go to first when something is wrong. It was a natural feeling of pure protection when you were around him. Now he was hunting you down in your own home.

“Come on guys! Lets have a nice long chat. Crack a beer…go over things.” Hearing how carefree and reckless Dean was just in his voice shattered you.

The hallways seemed to be long and endless. Like a a giant maze. You had no idea which turn would lead to where, but you followed on the direct path Sam pushed you on. After all, big brother knows best. Your small scared body was shoved into a door which was locked after your entry.

Sam? Sam, open the damn door!” This particular door was the only one hidden in the bunker. It was a secret escape route Cas and Sam discovered after Dean had bailed off with his new demon buddy, Crowley. The one way he had no knowledge of.

Heavy but slightly silenced breathing came from the other side of the metal sliding door. “You need to get out of here, Y/n. I won’t let him hurt you.” Their was a hint of fear mixed with strength in Sam’s voice. You knew what he was planning, yet hoping he wouldn’t have to do.

“I won’t let him hurt you either! You can’t lock me up and fight for us both, Sam! He’ll kill you. He’ll take his time and enjoy it.” Every word that poured from your mouth was at a whisper. Trying to prevent Dean from catching wind of the conversation.

“That’ll leave enough time for you to bail.” Sam had no intention of leaving Dean. He never did. But you didn’t plan on leaving either of them.

“Wonder what’s behind door number three?” A booming voice roared.

The sound of an axe hitting against the once perfect door protecting Sam was being hacked apart.

“Don’t come through that door Dean! You won’t leave me any choice.” You heard something coming from Sam. Something you hadn’t heard in awhile. Defeat.

Dean merely laughed and kept hitting away. “Or what? We both know what choice you’ll have to make. And we both know what that choice will be, Sammy.” The smile on Dean’s lips could practically be heard it was so loud.

“Dean! Please stop this!” Both of your fists began beating on the door as your voice yelled as loudly as it possibly could. “Fight this sickness inside of you. I know you can.”

“Personally, Y/n. I like the disease!” Another swing of the axe. The door was practically able to be entered through.

Footsteps ran away from the door. Sam was bailing, knowing Dean would follow for the thrill of the chase.

“No! Dammit stop it!” The edges around your balled up fists began to bleed from beating on the door so violently.

Another set of footsteps trailed off in the same direction. And the chase began. You could stand by and do nothing. Demon or not, it was your brother.

Quickly you scanned the room for a way to open the door, until a bright red switch revealed itself. Instantly you flipped it and the door slid open. The moment you turned to the left to run after them both, a strong set of arms grabbed to your chest from behind while the other snaked around your lips to prevent noise from coming out. Dean. .

Fear took over your body completely. “Sh sh sh.” His words silenced the tears and the small muffled noises coming from your closed mouth. “Walk.” A sharp object was poked lightly into the center of your back, forcing you to walk.

“Call to him.” He was going to use you to draw Sam out of hiding.

“It’s a trap don’t come out-!” His firm hand regained position on your lips, forcing you to stop speaking.

Hopefully- hopefully, Sam would listen to you for once and run as far and fast as he could in the other direction from your crazed brother. Of course this wasn’t the case. Instead his figure slowly crept out from behind a corner. His eyes widened as he saw a blade being pressed hard enough to draw blood against the skin underneath your chin.

“Let her go, Dean. It’s me you want dead. Not her.” Sam did his best to try and talk Dean out of his dead set plan. Hands being held up as a sign of surrender.

“Are you kidding?” The voice behind you laughed. “Why deal with one when I can deal with both?” As his lips spread into a smile, you couldn’t see it, but you knew it was there.

“Do it.” You finally found the courage to speak.

Sam scoffed. “Y/n, shut up.”

“Do it, Dean.” You pressed against the blade willingly, drawing even more blood.

“Shut. Up.” Sam protested. Trying to get you to stop encouraging it.

“You’re not the bad guy, big brother. You’ll always be my hero. I’ll always see you as my Batman and nothing can change that.” Slowly you closed your eyes, preparing yourself to feel the skin slice open even more on your neck.

A little movement happened behind you. By some miracle Dean’s grip on you was now gone. Instead Castiel held him from behind. Eyes shinning bright as he held your furious brother.

“It’s over, Dean.”

Prince

Warnings: Angst. A bit of self-deprecating thoughts.

Pairing/s: Prinxiety (platonic or romantic)

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He isn’t a prince.

Sure, he dressed like one, sang like one, and talked like one but he isn’t a prince.

A prince is courageous; but how can he be brave if he cannot even face his own reflection? When he cowers at the sight of any mirror?

A prince is handsome; and he knows he isn’t, if his fear of looking at himself is something to stand by.

A prince is charming. He has clearly lost his charm given Thomas’ most recent heartbreak and difficulty moving on and finding romance.

A prince is kind yet what has he done? He’s hurt them, has been hurting them for so long through his words but was too blind see it.

A prince is supposed to save the day yet he has never saved anyone.

He’s no prince.

These thoughts spiral around his head every night when he’s alone in the confines of his room.

He’s gotten used to these thoughts. They were almost a friend by now. They grounded him; reminding him of what he is and what he is not.

That night was just like any other night.

But before he could succumb to the grasp of slumber where he would only be further taunted by his dreams, his door was opened.

“Roman, Virgil’s having an attack.”

He doesn’t think he’s ever sprung up from bed that fast in his life.

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In the morning, as the fanciful side comfortingly combed his fingers through the anxious one’s hair, Virgil looked up from where he was laying nestled against Roman’s side.

“Thanks for saving me Princey.”

He was no prince; but for the people he loves, he can be that and much more.

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The Lost Princess (Royal AU) - Part 1

Summary: Two families joined kingdoms. One kingdom was falling apart while the other had unfortunate wealth that they could offer. Their oldest children became the best friends getting to know and grow up together, but after a terrible incident they didn’t get that chance anymore. 

Warnings: mentions of disappearing, some fluff, guilt, sad

Word Count: 2,476

Pairing: Tom Holland x Princess! Reader

A/n: Hope you like it tell me what you think. : )

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“Mummy I’m bored!” You whined tugging on your mother’s dress. She was holding your sister Charlotte’s hand. She was in the dinning hall with your mother discussing something with the Hollands. They were a well loaned family who ruled over the whole kingdom of Thames. 

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Sultry Weathers Part One (mobster steve)

Summary: You work for your ex husband’s best friend as an escort. Your current mission at hand; seducing Tony Stark. Can you complete the mission when your ex husband keeps appearing wherever you appear?

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Steve being a douche, swearing, wanda being a bitch

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You stood in the middle of Rogers’ office, seething. Your arms were folded out in front of you, your foot tapping rapidly on the carpet. “And what if I refuse to do this, Rogers?” You shot out, eyeing the man with as much loathing as you could muster.

“What do you think will happen shall you refuse something I ask of you, Y/N?” He taunted, leaning back against his desk as he replaced the file on the surface. “You’re not stupid enough to do something like that.” He spoke, and a shiver ran down your spine, despite the anger you felt. “You know what would happen shall you refuse my assignments, or do you need a reminder?” He asked, jawline setting hard against his handsome features.

A shiver ran down your spine as a memory flashed behind your eyes; a beating, a yelling match and a cigar burning against your thigh.

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Ouija Board

Sam Winchester x Reader

1100 Words

Story Summary:  sam x reader (romantic) and a dean x reader (platonic) where you buy a oujia board and convince the two boys to play with you?

It was bought on a whim. One day, walking through the mall, you passed this creepy store, with it’s dark curtain windows, the smell of incense wafting out of the shrouded door. Knowing you should just walk on by, you went inside instead, wanting to chuckle at the items located inside.

Of course, it was just as you expected. Candles were placed around the room, some for sale while others gave off a unique smell. Knick knacks were shoved on shelves, anything from porcelain turtles to what promised to be a cat skull.

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Bad boy's charm

Author: theweirdymcweirderson

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Rowena

Relationships: Dean Winchester×Reader

Word count: 3608

Warnings: Demon!Dean, Jealousy, Possessive Dean Winchester, Smut, Kissing, Spanking, Language, Dirty talk

Summary: This was supposed to be for Lexie’s SPN Birthday Challenge. The prompt was My Bloody Valentine + Demon!Dean × Reader. Things get heated between Dean and the Reader after a late night “argument”

Notes: This piece was supposed to be for Lexie’s SPN Birthday Challenge, but I was really busy with life and couldn’t post it in time. Hope she forgives me and still accepts the fic *fingers crossed*

Tags: @roxy-davenport

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The Great Winchester War

Pairing: Dean x reader

Prompt: Fed up, you threw the soap at him!

Words: 1250ish

Warnings: none, pranks gone wrong, suggestion of sex at the end

A/N: This is for @bkwrm523 30 prompts challenge. Late, I know, but life got in the way. But it’s here!! Sorry for being gone for so long and I hope a little Winchester banter will make it up to you. 

Edit: Big thanks and shoutout to @adriellej for betaing and helping me with this fic :D 


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“Fed up, you threw the soap at him!” you exclaimed as you slammed your hand on the steel table top. “Or rather…ME!” You glared at the two adult hunters in front of you, both of them frozen in their spots, against the wall behind the older Winchester a greasy splash and a bar of soap scattered across the floor. With a huff you marched off towards the library, leaving a wet trail behind, pulling your soaking wet clothes from your body.

Their miniature prank war had been going on all week. It all started with a snarky comment from Dean and a pair of scissors. He may have gotten a little too close to Sammy’s hair with the metal blades, chopping off some of the edges by accident and sending his little brother into a fit. A lot of apologies and a haircut later you thought that would be the end of it.

It was not.

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In a universe where Keith really does have white hair and fangs, he goes through an embarrassing vampire phase at the ripe age of 12.

-Keith would run around the house in a shitty vampire Halloween costume all day.

-He totally once tried to suck Shiro’s blood while in his sleep.

-Shiro: [Suddenly jostles awake.] Keith, WHAT THE FUCK.

-Shiro was forced to pretend it was a bugbite in public for two consecutive weeks.

-Later Keith got banned from consuming any vampire-related media for a month, seeing as it proved to be a Bad influence on him.

-Shiro: Look, lil’ bro, I love you, but you gotta fucking STOP.

 A 12 year old Keith, pointing at his fangs: It’s not a phase,    Shiro, this who I really am!

-Keith eventually got over it, but not without leaving behind tons of incriminating evidence that would remain in his Loving big brother’s possession.

-Even to this day Shiro still taunts Keith with it.

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Sugar burn (part 2)

summary: despite his hard exterior lance loves to spoil and praise his athletes (as well as you) but when you come to visit him at his gym, his acts of kindness are too familiar and insecurities as well as fears rise to the surface

pairing: sugardaddy!lance tucker x reader

word count: 2488

warnings: sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, mentions of sex, angst

a/n: the tags in italics are the ones i wasn’t able to tag

tag list: @sugardaddyseb @sebatianstanisbae @sophs-the-name @the-red-world-of-jess-chibi @whatthehellisacastiel @emilyinbuffalo @propertyofpoeandbucky @thatbandchick39  @learisa @fandomsession @womderland-fandom

part 1

Originally posted by minmiin1d

Blue skies and the sun shining brightly taunt you as you walk home, you can see the smiles of those around you and it hurts more than you could have ever imagined. It’s because of him, Lance, ever since that day a week ago happiness was expelled and only lingering sadness surrounded you. You can feel heartache consuming you as your phone rings in your pocket, you know who it is - the same person who has been calling you for the past week. You want to answer him and hear the melodic sound of his voice but you know you cannot. Something inside of you screams for you to answer the phone but you never do.

You let it ring like you always do and when Lance is done calling you for the umpteenth time you fish the phone out of your pocket with a deep sigh. He’s left another voicemail, the 60th one in two days and like with the rest you press on it bringing your phone to your ear before swallowing thickly. You hear the beep and then the unmistakable sound of Lance sobbing on the phone, “Princess please just call me, text me. I don’t care what it is because I need you to know you’re okay babygirl. I can’t live without you, I’m a mess I can’t even coach Y/N because I need you in my life. You make everything better for me, I’m better man because of you. Please come back Princess so I can show you that you’re the only one I want in my life.”

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Devil In Me Part 5 | Finn Bálor

Title: Devil In Me Part 5 (Part 4)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/reader

Summary“I always knew you were somethin’ special, but I never wanted t’ look too much into it until we got Bálor under control and I just care about you so much that I feel it consumin’ me sometimes.”

Word Count: 6,227 (THIS IS LONG AND I’M SORRY)

Warning: idk if there needs to be a warning… 

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Originally posted by frentique

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