i tried and failed once again

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@thatsthat24 inktober #2 - netflix crossover. I tried to make a Jessica Jones poster with Violet Baudelaire… Well, it didn’t really work out - it looks neither like the poster, nor like Violet. I spent so much time on it though, and I’m so sick of this day that I decided to post it as it is, stop caring for once and try again tomorrow. I hope I’ll find my style and improve it someday and I guess that’s how I get there 😞

{PART 27} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; As death enters the room to claim a soul; so does life. Who shall live and who shall die - as you begin to wonder…is this really the end?

“And as he looked upon her face amidst the madness, he saw everything he held close depart his world; while she slipped into the next”

|| Warning: This chapter contains mentions of blood and some scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

{Part 1} // {Part 26} {Part 27} {Part 28}

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a tiny bit jealous

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: Reader has been friends with Peter since forever, and has been in love with him even longer

Requested by: n/a

Warnings: sadness, slight self-consciousness 

Word count: 2,018

Notes: There! Will! Be! A! Part! Two! Message me if you want to be tagged in it! Writing this gave me major feels you don’t even know.

Part two

Originally posted by tom-is-bae


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Flirt With Me

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Requested: No

A/N: Okay, but doesn’t love Peter? This is my first Marvel fanfic and I am sure that there is more to come! Thanks so much for waiting and, as always, I hope you enjoy!

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You felt a rush of relief as the bell rang, fleeing from the classroom in a hurry, hoping to lose Flash Thompson, who was hot on your heels, in the crowd. 

You run through the halls of the school, desperately trying to find your best friend Peter Parker. You spot the colour of his favourite sweatshirt out of the corner of your eye and skid to a halt in front of the glass library doors. You peered inside and sure enough, Peter was sitting alone at one of the desks, studying for an upcoming test. 

You look back and forth feeling frantic, your hair whipping wildly as you checked to see if Flash was near. He was nowhere in sight. You were safe, for the time being. 

You hurriedly push open the heavy doors of the library, the hinges squeaking rather loudly. The librarian looked up from her desk and glared at you. You smiled apologetically before hurrying over to Peter and slipping into the seat next to him. 

“Oh, hi (Y/N)-” 

“Peter.” you gasp, trying to catch your breath from all the running. He tilts his head as he looks at you, confused. 

“Are you alright? Why are you panting? Oh no, do we have to run a mile today in PE? Dang it.” 

“No no, it’s not that. It’s Thompson,” you answer, shaking your head. Peter’s eyes flare at the mention of the name but the action remains unnoticed by you.

 “What did the idiot do this time?” he asks, sighing and balling his hands into tight fists. 

“He keeps asking me out even though I’ve told him that I wasn’t interested countless times,” you say in frustration, pinching the bridge of your nose. “But he won’t leave me alone. He sat next to me in History for the past hour and he just wouldn’t stop hitting on me. I wish I could just take his head and-” 

You made a violent gesture in mid air and Peter smiled at your behaviour.

“Ugh, aren’t boys just revolting.” he remarks, making you smile. 

“Please, tell me about it.” You shake your head in disgust. “And I’m pretty sure he’s following me now. He’ll probably find me soon…oh no.” 

Your voice trails off and both you and Peter spot Flash approaching the library, swaggering through that halls as if he owned the place. Peter glared at him as he got closer. In his opinion, that kid was way worse than any bank robber he had ever webbed up. 

You grabbed his shoulder and he looked down at your hand, startled by your sudden action. 

“Arg, he’s coming! I need to hide!” you yelp, looking around wildly for a place to hide but to no avail. You were out in plain sight. You flinched as you heard the doors of the library open and looked at Peter for help. And then, an incredibly stupid idea pops into your head. 

“Flirt with me.” you whisper, instantly regretting everything. 

Saying that he looked shocked would have been the understatement of the century. 

“Er - what?” he exclaimed, his face turning a bright shade of pink as Flash entered rather obnoxiously loudly into the library. He was apologizing to the cranky librarian and you quickly explained your oh so stupid plan to Peter. 

“If he sees I’m taken, he won’t ever try to make a move again.” you explain quickly, feeling yourself heat up and Peter looks at you skeptically, his blush fading. 

“(Y/N), are you sure about this? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” 

Flash starts to walk towards your table and your grip on Peter’s arm tightens. 

“Please.” 

He nods slightly and clears his throat, scooting himself closer to you. 

“So, uh, do you come here often?” he asks in a low voice and you stare at him before bursting out into laughter. 

“Is that honestly the best thing you’ve got?” you ask through giggles. “Gee, you’re just as awkward as I am.” 

He rolls his eyes playfully. “Hey, at least I’ve got you laughing now. It’s makes everything more convincing.” 

But he was right. Flash was eyeing the two of you, looking agitated and envious. 

“And no, this is my best line… You are absolutely, astoundingly beautiful and that’s the least interesting thing about you.” he whispers, his hand cupping your chin and tilting your head up, forcing you to look him in the eyes. His face is mere centimeters from yours and you could feel his hot breath fanning across your face. 

Your mind goes totally blank as you stare into his eyes, trying to clear your throat to say something witty back at him but you couldn’t think. Instead, to your horror, you feel your face flush as you continued to get lost in his eyes. 

“Perfect! I’ve got you blushing now too!” Peter observes, looking quite satisfied with himself. This simply deepened your blush and he chuckled. It was definitely odd, seeing this confident side of Peter, but you had to say that you were enjoying it, maybe even a little too much. 

“You’re a great actress, (Y/N).” he whispers with a grin and you nod unconsciously. 

“Er, yeah. Acting…” 

“How’s our victim?” he whispers into your ear, drawing you even closer to him, if possible. 

“Uh, h-he’s looking absolutely furious.” you stutter, finally managing to get a full sentence out. You mentally scold yourself, you weren’t going to let him know that he was making you melt and feel absolutely flustered. “He should be gone soon.” 

“Good, let’s keep at it then.” he murmurs, taking your hand gently and looking at you through his lashes. Your heart beat quickened as Peter placed his lips on your knuckles, kissing them lightly. 

“If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d be holding a galaxy.” he said lazily against the back of your hand and tried your best to refrain yourself from shaking at his touch. Your mind couldn’t help but wander to the thought of what his soft lips would feel like against your own… 

“That’s so cliché.” you say feeling awfully breathless and he smiles once again before lifting his head back up to meet your eyes. 

“It is indeed. But it’s also true.” he replied, without breaking his character. You knew that if you had been standing, your legs would’ve failed you. “I was always told that nobody was perfect, but you’re clearly the exception. However, there is one thing I want to change about you.” 

“W-what?” you question, stuttering again. 

“Your last name.”

You desperately tried to think of a clever comeback but you couldn’t, it was as if your brain had been turned to mush. Once again you were at a loss of words, something you prided yourself of not happening. Your best friend gave you a reassuring smile before gesturing towards where Flash was standing, asking you to check if he was still there. The other boy was nowhere in sight. Thank the heavens, he was gone. But you also felt a pang of disappointment when you realized that Peter’s charade would soon come to an end… 

“He’s gone. Flash is gone.” you whisper incoherently, and Peter’s face lights up with a huge grin. 

“Yes! You’re plan worked (Y/N)!” Peter cheered happily, dropping the low, seductive voice he had used merely seconds ago.

“Are you alright?” he inquired when you don’t cheer with him. 

“Y-yeah. I’m great.”

To your dismay, he scooted away from you and began to pack up his things before standing up. 

“I feel like I allured you with my awkwardness rather than flirting with you.” Peter said, chuckling as he swung his backpack on effortlessly. “On his behalf, Flash was a complete idiot to believe any of that, I do hope I was convincing enough.” 

He frowns slightly and you nod your head furiously. 

“Uh, yeah! You were great! Could’ve fooled me!” you squeaked, trying yourself to sound as convincing as possible. Peter didn’t seem to notice how significantly higher your voice had become. 

“He shouldn’t be bothering you anymore.” he says with a grin. 

“Yeah, hopefully. Thank you, Peter.” 

“No problem! And if he does bug you again, just let me know. I’ll be happy to help again. We make a pretty good team of actors, if I do say myself.” 

“Mhmm. Thanks again.” 

“Anything for you (Y/N). Well, I better get going. The ‘Stark internship’, y'know?” he says with a wink before running off to become his alter web shooting ego. 

You remained in the library, still glued to your seat. Your heart was still racing at a feverish pace. You place your hand on your cheek and to your surprise, find yourself still blushing, your cheek burning like fire. 

Was Peter Parker just that good at flirting or had you fallen for your best friend?

*****

Part 2

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Voltron Marching Band AU

I keep seeing marching band aus out there but I don’t agree with them so I have to make my own. Here goes!

Shiro:
- dedicated tuba
- somehow first chair even though he’s convinced that the rest of his section is better than him???
- he’s very modest
- has lungs like a fucking blimp
- *plays thirty-two 4/4 measures at a super slow tempo*
- *still hasn’t taken a breath*
- hYDRATION
- always making sure the rookies are taking care of themselves
- “did you eat breakfast today??” “are you drinking water???” “don’t strain yourself too much, but remember to practice! :)”
- the band mom
- has the music memorized the day after he gets it and no one understands
- except pidge
- the only one who doesn’t break a sweat during band camp and the others are so concerned
- “shiro seriously are you dehydrated you’re supposed to sweat how are you not dead”
- shiro: *shrugs* *does the entire routine* *isn’t exhausted yet* *still hasn’t sweated*

Hunk:
- fourth chair saxophone
- would play bass guitar during concert season but he loves his saxophone
- can play alto, tenor, and bari, but alto is his favorite
- “it’s so small omg I love it so much”
- would die for anyone in his section
- has memorized every alternate fingering ever and is happy to share his knowledge
- he’s on the loading crew because he can carry a sousaphone in each hand and a bass drum on his back
- not very good at sight reading
- he has to hear the music before he can play it
- but he plays great by ear
- has never chipped a reed
- ever
- not even at band camp
- pidge is jealous
- just. sounds like an angel when he plays
- takes such good care of his sax by killing literally anyone who touches it
- “did you just dent my saxophone”
- terrified rookie: um I’m sorry omg don’t hurt me I don’t wanna die I’m so sorry I’ll do anything
- most of the younger kids are absolutely terrified of him and he’s okay with this

Keith:
(I’ve seen a lot of “trumpet keith” aus but honestly?????)
- keith is drum captain
- he plays snare and he fuckin kills it
- keith is not a good leader in most aspects of his life but when it comes to music he’s just so in tune to it and he knows exactly what everyone needs to do to make the music perfect
- one of those people who can tell whether a note is in tune just by hearing it and he hates it
- “pidge you’re out of tune”
- “I just came from the tuner I’m perfectly in tune!!”
- “okay but you’re not you’re a bit sharp actually”
- doesn’t know how to dynamic
- “okay keith that was great but you need to tone it down a bit. play a bit softer, your dynamic is piano”
- “lol what does softer mean”
- he just beats the drum as hard as he can all. the. time
- never officially came out to the band, coran found him and lance making out in one of the practice rooms and afterward lance wrote “keith is gay and dating the color guard master” on the white board
- everyone was confused because “why would he date allura if he’s gay”
- lance was very bitter

Lance:
- trombone during concert season
- but in marching band he kills with a flag
- so flexible omg
- “keith look what I can do with my leg”
- “please untie yourself you’re going to get stuck”
- (he has gotten stuck before)
- hips made of fucking. rubber or something idk how do they mOVE LIKE THAT
- he and keith are not allowed to be within sight of each other in shows because keith gets so distracted by lance’s Hips From God™
- gives the rookie guard members makeup tutorials
- has a large role in the costume designs for the year because in lance’s rookie year the outfits were clashy and not good and lance was horrified
- he vowed to fix this abomination
- has never dropped a flag. not once.
- he has, however, lost grip of his rifle several times and accidentally nailed someone in the head
- he is the reason all the rifles have grippers now

Pidge:
- second chair clarinet and super salty
- has a photographic memory so she memorizes music like that
- doesn’t understand bass clef and will never try
- “that’s an e”
- “no pidge this is bass. that’s a g”
- “that’s a fucking e fight me”
- absolutely despises first chair clarinet
- “he’s so cocky I hATE HIM SO MUCH”
- really good with rhythms?
- hunk doesn’t understand this
- “hunk all you do is count it. look”
- “can you just sing it for me i’m lost”
- drinks 2948592859$-484 gallons of water per day
- puts on so much sunscreen during band camp that she gets paler
- “pidge why don’t you lay off on the sunscreen and try to get a tan”
- “because, lance, not everyone wants to get fucking sKIN CANCER”
- when she burns she burns bad
- somehow still has a sock tan???
- “heh look pidge’s feet are DARKER than her legs. told you you were getting paler”
- her reeds never last more than two weeks
- they are always broken, usually because she refuses to buy a mouthpiece cap
- “pidge this is why you’re second chair”
- doesn’t do trills. ever. hates trills almost as much as she hates the first clarinet
- coran tried to get her to play bass clarinet in concert once
- her reaction was basically ???????
- “coran i’m three inches tall and have the muscle mass of a corn chip I can barely lift my regular clarinet”
- absolutely lives by the “if you see a word you don’t know look at the director” rule
- no knowledge of musical terms
- “accelerando??? lol what’s that”

Allura:
- baritone during concert season
- color guard captain
- the master of “spin a thousand times without getting dizzy”
- perfect balance
- has literally stood on three fingers and spun a flag with her foot and could do it again
- very loud
- she will always be heard
- thinks the rookies are cute but she will not put up with their shit
- “lance stop giving everyone makeovers we’re supposed to be learning the routine”
- has made a flower crown for her flag
- so graceful
- has never fallen
- has dropped the thing she was spinning (flags, rifles, sabres, etc) exactly once and that was because she threw a sabre at lance’s head
- coran was not pleased but it was pretty funny
- can do your hair 101 ways but only one of them is acceptable because we all have to look the same, goddammit lance stop with the braid trains
- doesn’t take lance seriously at all and tbh he doesn’t blame her
- took dance classes as a kid and found that she enjoyed it
- but color guard is where she belongs
- (even if some of her fellow guard members *cough*lance*cough* are assholes sometimes)
- one time a toddler ran out onto the field during a show and hugged allura’s legs and she melted
- “coran can we keep it”
- “her parents are right there”
- “but can we keep it”
- pretends to be Mature and Serious but in reality she’s as much of a dork as the rest of the band
- once she heard a cheerleader say “i’m glad we don’t have to work with the band like the color guard” and she decked them
- has temper issues but is overall a great performer

Coran:
- the wacky director
- band camp stories take up half the class time
- if someone doesn’t want to play this part again, or is tired of marching this set, all they have to do say “hey coran did ___ ever happen at your band camp” and coran will never shut up again
- this is a risky move though because if he realizes what you’re doing you will never see the light of day again
- the living embodiment of “one more time” *ten times later* “one more time”
- “if you’re not perfect then we’re not competing”
- was humiliated once by a rival school because of an immature band
- will never let it happen again
- tries (and fails) to reference modern pop culture
- “i think you kids will like this song! it’s kind of like that one the kids sing now with the doors and the painting”
- “the what now”
- “you know, the one by those scared parties”
- he means well
- super chill but if you get on his bad side then you will see hell
- jokes around a lot but he is serious when it comes to music
- and if you’re not then coran will not hesitate in kicking you out
- “if you can’t play your instrument then you wON’T PLAY YOUR INSTRUMENT HOW’S THAT BYE FIND A NEW 5TH PERIOD TEACHER”
- a professional Student Roaster™

Cold

Note: FAIR WARNING: I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE I WENT WITH THIS.. I sat down and typed this out. I have a little writers block right now (CAN YOU TELL? THIS IS HORRIBLE) and did not want to ruin a request! maybe leave some feedback, i love seeing your nice messages! (seriously, it’s so cute) ♥ .c

Originally posted by thesoldierchildren


You were shivering from head to toe, dragging your weapons along with you as your boots dug into the thick blanket of snow beneath you. You were pissed off, soaking wet, and you couldn’t feel most of your body. If your teeth weren’t chipped and cracked from slamming together so violently, you’d have to thank your bloodlines for your strong teeth genes.

Bucky followed beside you, guilt set on his features. You were done biting your tongue.

“You almost cost us the mission.” You said through chattering teeth, darting your eyes around the forest. There was nothing but snow falling, endless miles of large trees, and harsh winds biting at your already freezing skin.

Bucky sighed heavily beside you and adjusted his gun on his shoulder, his eyebrows creased. “Don’t you think I know that already?” He shot back, his eyes landing on your smaller and shorter frame. He frowned as he saw the light blue tint of your lips.

You swallowed thickly. “I know you do. I mean, who tries to shoot a suicide bomber? And pushes their teammate into a freezing pond?” You questioned loudly, your breath came out in a puff of fog in the freezing weather.

You looked up at Bucky, his hair was blowing in the wind, any other time it would’ve made you melt. That was hard when you were freezing your ass off. You could see a little bit of blood coming from his head, trickling down his cheek from a previous encounter with a guard.

“I didn’t know there was a bomb in his backpack, Y/N! I didn’t even see the pond; I was too focused on keeping you safe!” Bucky shouted back as he stopped walking. He felt bad for messing everything up, and he felt worse as he watched you hug yourself like you were about to turn to a frozen lump of flesh. Which you were.

You slowed down and turned to face Bucky. “We don’t need to stop. No thanks to you, the map is frozen solid in my back pocket and my comm is somewhere deep in the snow. Not to mention, I can’t feel most of my body.” You said lowly, keeping your gaze harsh and set on Bucky’s.

Bucky frowned and looking around the forest, hoping he’d spot a little cabin far away from here. Surely if there’s a HYDRA base not too far, there was an old hide out they used to lay low. Question is, would it be empty?

You shivered once again and tried to warm yourself up a little bit by rubbing your hands up and down your arms quickly. Letting out a frustrated sigh when your attempts failed, you continued walking. Bucky followed after you, the only sounds coming from either one of you were heavy breaths and the sound of crunching snow beneath your boots.

After another ten minutes of walking aimlessly around the forest, you happened upon a small cabin. You could hear Bucky’s sigh of relief and victory as you neared the area. “Stay back, I’m gonna check it out.” Bucky ordered, sliding his gun off of his shoulder and holding it up in front of him.

You rolled your eyes but stayed put, watching Bucky scope out the outside area before walking up the wooden steps to the front door. He peeked inside the glass oval design and moved away afterwards, turning the door knob. Seeing that it was frozen shut, he knocked his body against it and shoved it open.

You waited as patiently as you could while Bucky checked around the cabin, making sure it was free of danger. A sigh fell from your lips as you looked around you, taking in the place. It seemed quite peaceful and old. The sun was setting and you knew the temperature was going to drop even lower by nightfall.

Bucky’s body appeared at the front door and he motioned for you to come inside. You shivered still as you walked up the staircase, the faint smell of cedar filling your nostrils. You kicked the door shut as your eyes took in the interior. It was dusty and you could feel the heavy weight of old memories and human activity lingering in the air.

You pursed your lips and looked at Bucky. “It’ll work, but what are we supposed to do about the mission? Finding our way back home?” You questioned, sitting down on a chair near the door. You set your weapons down on the floor and watched Bucky slide his boots off, easily kicking them to the side.

He sighed heavily and slipped off his coat, hanging it on the dusty coat rack. “I don’t know, Y/N. What I do know is that you need a warm bath.” Bucky said as he bent down to help you take off your boots. You could barely feel the movement against you. Had you not been watching it, your brain wouldn’t have picked up the contact.

Bucky slid off your soaking wet sock and gasped as he saw the purple and blue tints of your foot, his flesh hand rubbing against you. “Y/N, I-” Bucky was speechless. He had no idea it was this bad. You gulped and worked on taking off your other boot, your cold hands shaking slightly. “Don’t worry about it.” You whispered, dropping your boot on the floor. Snow fell off it and melted onto the wooden floorboards.

If you didn’t get warm soon, you’d definitely lose a foot. You stood up on your feet and tried to walk, but since you couldn’t exactly feel them, you stumbled over, only to be caught by Bucky’s arms. 

You gasped as you quickly looked up at him and breathed out. “Thanks. I’m-uh-I can’t walk.” You whispered, trying to get out of Bucky’s hold. He gently bent down and moved to pick you up bridal style, carrying you up the staircase. You would’ve objected and acted stubborn, forcing your body to move up the stairs.

But you stayed still, the warmth radiating off of Bucky’s body drew you in. His arms held you close and you could smell his sweat and iron from his small cut on his head. You didn’t mind it, you quite liked the way he smelled. Bucky smirked as he noticed you staring. 

“It’s rude to stare, Y/N.” He murmured as he turned into the bathroom. You quickly looked away and were thankful your body was too cold for heat to rise into your cheeks. Bucky sat you down on the closed toilet and stood there awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

You watched as the gears in his brain shifted around, he couldn’t figure out how to word what he wanted to say. You caught on quickly as his eyes fell to your soaked pants. You tucked your lips between your teeth and nodded gently. “You can help me.” You said softly, again thanking your cheeks for not turning red.

Bucky sighed out and you unbuttoned your pants with numb fingers, finding it hard once you got to the zipper. “Here.” Bucky mumbled, sinking onto his knees in front of you. You watched his long, slender fingers pull your zipper down. His fingers moved to your sides and you lifted up enough for him to slide them down your legs. 

You hissed as the slightly frozen material scratched at your skin. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Bucky whispered, chanting his apology until he pulled them over your feet. You settled on the toilet top and sighed shakily. “It’s f-f-ine.” You shivered again, feeling even colder, if that were possible.

Bucky stood up and dropped your pants down on the floor near his feet. You lifted your arms as Bucky peeled off your shirt and you gasped at the cool air, goosebumps burning your skin. “I didn’t mean to make you f-feel bad.” You whispered, folding your arms over your chest.

A sigh fell from Bucky’s lips as he turned to turn the tub on. Thankfully, the water still pumped. He felt the warm water kick in and flicked the droplets off his hand before turning back to you. “It’s okay. We’ll talk about it later.” Bucky said with a small smile.

You smiled back and reached for his hands. You held onto Bucky’s shoulders and his hands fiddled with your bra clasp before pulling away from you. You swallowed nervously and let your arms down, your bra sliding off your arms and to the floor. Bucky inhaled deeply and let his fingers glide down your sides before slipping them into the waistband of your panties. Pulling them off, you kicked them from your ankles.

“I-I need help getting in.” You whispered, staring down at your discolored, frozen feet. Bucky nodded and picked you up bridal style again before taking you over to the half full tub. He gently set you in and you gasped at the sudden warmness. 

Bucky set you down and you sighed at the warm water, leaning back against the porcelain tub. You looked up at Bucky, keeping your arms over your chest. “Thank you.” You said with a small smile. Bucky scratched the back of his neck and nodded. “I’m gonna make up the bed and try to find some blankets.” He said lowly before taking his leave.

You relaxed in the warm water, and slowly but surely felt the numbness start to go away. Thoughts about Bucky came to your mind. You felt bad for how you snapped at him earlier, and you couldn’t help but realize how much you like him, even more than before. Your feelings started a few months after you were recruited.

It was rough at first; opening up to everyone. Then one night, Bucky found you on the roof of the tower, and you both talked about your pasts and they’re quite similar. You fell hard and fast for Bucky. It scared you. You weren’t sure how to deal with your feelings for him, because what if he didn’t feel the same way?

What if he did but wasn’t ready for that? It was selfish of you to want him to be, so you hid your feelings and let it go. But when Tony told you that you’d be going on a mission with Bucky, and only Bucky, you became anxious.

But rather than the mission going smoothly, you ended up here. It wasn’t Bucky’s fault and he was trying to help you, after all. You sighed and felt your body heat return, so you stood from the bath and drained it before getting out. You searched for a towel and found an old one under the sink cabinet.

You wrapped it around yourself and shivered once again at the chilly air as you left the bathroom. There was a light coming from a room at the end of the hallway, and you figured that was the bedroom Bucky was in. You approached the door and looked inside, watching Bucky make the bed. It didn’t look that disgusting, so you figured it would do. Nobody has been here for a long time.

Bucky looked up at the door and smiled when he saw you. You walked in and held the towel tightly around your body. “I couldn’t find any clothes, so I’ll let you use my shirt. If-if that’s okay with you?” Bucky cautiously asked, his eyes staying on yours.

You nodded and licked your lips, feeling the warmth in them again. “That’s fine. But, what about you?” You asked quietly. Bucky waved his hand at you and crossed around the bed to meet you. “I always sleep shirtless.” He said with a smile. His fingers hooked underneath the hem of his shirt and he pulled his over his head, mindful of his wound.

He gave you his shirt and left the room, letting you change. Quickly dropping your towel, you pulled Bucky’s shirt over your body, instantly catching a whiff of his deodorant and a hint of his cologne. You felt a little exposed without underwear on, even if his shirt was way past your mid-section, but you had no choice. 

You walked out of the bedroom and went back to the bathroom, searching for anything to clean Bucky’s cut. You searched all of the drawers and came across some cleaning wipes and band-aids. You smiled and set them on the sink, turning to call out for Bucky.

“Bucky? Can you come here?” You called from the bathroom door, looking down the hallway. You could hear his footsteps rush up the staircase and his body emerge from the corner. He hurried over to you and looked you up and down. “What’s the matter?” He asked softly, reaching his hand out to your arm. 

You smiled and pulled him inside of the bathroom. “You took care of me, so let me take care of you.” You said softly, moving him to sit on the toilet top. “Y/N, you don’t have to.” Bucky chuckled, watching you tear open a cleaning wipe and a band-aid. “I want to.” You said as you walked over to him.

Bucky sighed and nodded, his eyes falling to your figure in his shirt. His eyes fell to your legs and back up to your face. You couldn’t hide the blush anymore, but you still ignored it. You gently moved Bucky’s hair off of his forehead and gently wiped away the dried blood. 

You were focused on his wound, but still noticed Bucky’s eyes staring intently on yours. A smirk formed on your lips and you grabbed the band-aid, tearing off the seals and gently putting it over the cut. 

“It’s rude to stare, Bucky.” You said with a smile. Bucky cleared his throat and took a deep, shaky breath. “Sorry. Let’s get to bed.” He said lowly, standing from his seat. You nodded and walked beside Bucky to the bedroom. It was still pretty chilly and you shivered lightly, holding your arms to your chest.

You pulled the blankets back on your side and saw Bucky pick up a pillow. “What are you doing?” You asked, getting into the bed. Bucky looked at you with raised eyebrows. “Oh, I was gonna sleep on the couch downstairs.” He said bashfully, his hair falling to frame his face. “You can sleep here, there’s enough room.” You said, patting the spot next to you.

Bucky chuckled softly and tossed the pillow back down. He slipped into bed and you lied down on your back, sighing softly. The room was silent for a few moments and you noticed it was finally dark outside. You could hear the wind blowing harshly against the cabin and it made you shiver again.

“Are you still cold?” Bucky questioned, leaning up on his elbow. He looked over at you and you nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be okay though.” You whispered, pulling the blankets up to your shoulders. 

“I’m not gonna let you freeze, Doll.” Bucky reached his arm over to you, letting it slither around your waist. You gasped as he pulled you to his body and your arms were the only thing blocking your chests from being pressed together. Bucky’s skin was warm and you sighed at the feeling of it. 

You blushed again and snuggled closer into Bucky’s chest. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, staring at Bucky’s chin. He smiled and you felt his thumb trace circles on your side. “If I had to be stuck in the middle of nowhere again, in a miracle cabin, I’d want it to be you.” He whispered, pressing his lips against your forehead.

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you lifted your head up to look at Bucky. His eyes met yours and your reached your hand up to rest on his cheek. His stubble tickled your palm and you saw the corner of his lips twitch, a smile threatening to spread across his plump lips. 

Your eyes traveled along his face and you leaned closer, looking up into his eyes, asking for permission. Bucky smiled just before closing the distance between your lips. You hummed against him and his hand pulled you onto him as he turned onto his back.

Bucky’s hands squeezed your waist and you deepened the kiss, letting your hands tangle into his hair. Bucky’s arms circled over your back, keeping you tight against his chest. His tongue poked out against your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, meeting your tongue with his, easily being dominated by his.

You both pulled away for air after a few moments and you giggled, hiding your face in Bucky’s neck. “It was worth it.” You said through your giggles. “What was?” Bucky questioned softly, his hands squeezing your sides. “Being pushed into a freezing cold pond.” You replied, sighing as you made yourself comfortable on his chest.

Bucky chuckled again and cradled your head with his metal hand. “I’m sorry about that.” Bucky said, kissing your head. You shrugged gently and smiled. 

“Like I said…worth it.”

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sobriquet [ jungkook ]

noun : a descriptive name or epithet; a nickname

he’s declared himself your honey bunny chunkie wunkie and who are you to deny him?

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, comedy
type: college au
word count: 3,075 words
warnings: none
author’s note: i actually wrote half of this while completely drunk and had no recollection of it, but rochelle @gukstudio filled me in, so she’s the real mvp and here’s my take on #rochkook ♡ — based on very recent, very true events that consisted of too much liquid courage, one and a half frat parties, the boys next door, rosebushes, grilled cheese, and a whole lot of pizza rolls.


Eighteen years of living and at the cusp of youth, with one foot prematurely stepping over the line to the adulthood, you bask in the moment, abandoning all thoughts of midterm exams and looming due dates and instead, choose to dance wildly around in the crowded room with Yuna and Lisa. The harsh glow of the strobe lights cast weird shadows over everyone as the blaring music shakes the fraternity house to its core. With too many people spilling out onto the pavement, several boys now stand at the doorway, blocking the entrance and allowing only females to enter. Typical.

A game of beer pong has been haphazardly set up on the cramped kitchen counter, and you can see Jennie over there, tossing back her third cup, as several of the guys whistle at her. Still not feeling the effects of alcohol, she looks over and winks at you, a sly look on her face contrasting the confused one on yours, before a familiar pair of arms loops their way around your waist, and you suddenly understand.

You almost stumble as the person clinging to you sways forward, nearly taking you down with him. You quickly steady yourself before whirling around to meet the large, brown, doe eyed, but also glassy eyed, gaze of your boyfriend. Even drunk, with his dark hair messily swept around and a lazy smile quirking on the corners of his pink lips, he looks beautiful with a white shirt barely clinging onto his shoulders and exposing his collarbones while his ripped jeans accent his legs very nicely if you do say so yourself.

“Hello, my schnookums pumpkin bunny boo,” Jungkook manages to slur out, planting a rather sloppy kiss on your cheek with a loud smack.

Ah, yes. And the cringe worthy pet names have started to make its appearance, and you know exactly what that means.

Time to take your clearly very intoxicated boyfriend back to his place.

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I Found You.

Prompt: (Soulmate AU) Pain demands to be felt. Sometimes by more than one.

“Wow, look at you, Mr. Cranky. What’s up?” Blaise greets Draco too cheerfully in a gloomy London Monday morning.

“Shut it, Zabini. It’s too early to deal with your shits.” Draco snaps.

“Whoa, okay, something is clearly wrong. Wanna share?” Draco almost snaps for the second time in the morning, but the concern in Blaise’s eyes softens his cranky side.

“It’s nothing, just woke up this morning and sore all over the place.”

“Soulmate things?” Draco only nods. “I hate this thing you know, I mean one day we live for 21 years and the next second we’re being tied to this one particular person which is a pain in the ass because we have to share their pain.”

“Well, you have exactly 21 years to fool around. It’s your fault to waste it. And by the way, you don’t have to search for your soulmate, you know.”

“Yeah, well, I would give my life to stop worrying while waking up with cuts all over my body. Thank you very much.”

“Good luck finding that klutz of your life. I’ll wait for the invitation.” Draco finally can grin for the first time in that morning before taking his ordered coffee, and leave the small coffee shop.

*

Draco Malfoy always wonders about his soulmate. On the day he turned 21, there was suddenly bruises on his ribs. He couldn’t sleep that day, worrying whether the person he is being tied to will survive the day or not, as more bruises and cuts kept coming. He relaxed once he can feel the repeated stinging pain of needle on the corner of his eyebrow. That day never stops, and Draco never stops worrying, even after one year of that dreadful night.

Now that he’s 22, he already can control his emotions. Some days he’s worried sick inside his office as the pain just keeps resonating over and over, but some other days, like today, he only feels irritated as he woke up with tenderness all over his body. He sometimes feels grateful that his job won’t cause the person on his other end any more pain than they needs to endure, but most days he feels so irritated that he cuts himself on purpose to upset the other person. Being a healer is very safe when you know what you’re doing.

Sometimes he wonders what kind of job that his soulmate has, but nowadays he’s certain that it must be resonating with the word “Auror” or anything similar to that. Nothing can cause more pain than being in that bloody department of the ministry. Unfortunately not once he found the injured Auror that belongs to him. Not yet.

*

“Ow, fuck! Seriously, woman, blow your hot drinks before you drink it. You can at least have self preservation if not to save your soulmate tongue!” Pansy snaps to no one while drinking her ice Americano. Blaise laughs openly at that.

“It seems like I’m not the only one who has a klutz as my soulmate.”

“Yeah, she’s a klutz sometimes, not as bad as yours though.” Both Draco and Blaise stare at her in shock.

“Wh- What? She? Have you met her?” Draco asks incredulously.

“Well, no, but yesterday I felt a strong pain on my lower region, so I believe my soulmate is a she.”

“Are you sure? I mean they could get kicked in that area, or bump into something.” Pansy rolls her eyes.

“Draco, darling, I know what cramp pain feels like, so I strongly believe that she’s a girl.”

“Well, congratulation! You’re one step ahead to stop losing your mind out of worry.” Blaise says while hugging Pansy.

“Good on you, love—” Draco’s sentence is being cut by a painful blow on his stomach. Fuck. The next blow is so strong; it knocks him to his knees. His hand is tightly gripping the desk beside him while the other clutching his side stomach. The next wave of pain comes barreling through his body before his mind can catch up on how to breathe properly. He can feel the blood rushing out of his face, this pain is different. He doesn’t feel anything but pain before when this attack comes, but now he feels something else, something worse. Despair.

“Draco! Draco, can you hear me?!” Pansy’s panic voice break through his pain filled mind, but Draco can’t bring himself to answer her. He can clearly feel the despair on his soulmate bond. He can feel how the other person starts losing his will to live. No. Don’t. Please, I haven’t found you. You have to survive this one. He can hear his heavy breathing when the pain finally stops, or at least reduces to dull throbbing in his body. When he is finally aware of his surrounding, someone bursts through his office door. Pansy and Blaise, who are both kneeling beside Draco with concern eyes, suddenly glare to the nurse on the door.

“What do you want?” Pansy snaps.

“Healer Draco, there’s an emergency patient in an immediate need of surgery.” She speaks in rapid pace. Draco is still trying to catch his breathing.

“Where are the other healers? He can’t perform a surgery, right now.” Blaise asks politely.

“There are no other healers, please, he’ll die if you don’t operate him.”

“Pans, Blaise, it’s alright. I’m okay. I’ll be in the room in two minutes.” With that Draco stands up and goes to the operation room. The nurse is already there. “Just us two?”

“Just us two, the others are not available due to the recent attack on the ministry.” Draco steps into the light and freezes when he sees his patient’s face. Freckles with ginger hair. Ronald Weasley.

“Well, it really has been awhile, Weasley.” Draco performs the quite long surgery in just 4 hours, effectively removing the long painful metal from Ron’s shoulder and picking up all the scraps after he successfully undo the curse Ron has been shot with. The dull throbs never stop while he’s conducting the surgery, but nothing that he can ease with a small hiss or sharp intake of breath. Draco was just cleaning the blood on the Ron’s stitches when the surgery room’s door slams open with a force. Draco snaps at the nurse on the door, who turns out to be his apprentice/assistant. “Can’t you see that this surgery is not finished yet?! There are rules to follow, Rachel!”

“I’m sorry, Draco, I can do whatever you’re doing to that patient right now. This one is more important.” Rachel says in panic, and without permission she pulls a patient inside the surgery room. Draco’s heart drops to the floor when he sees the patient. Harry Potter is literally dripping blood to the floor. Bruises all over the place, but what concerns Draco is his split up chest that is oozing a scary amount of blood.

“Fuck, what happened to him?!”

“I don’t know, bloody Auror mission had gone wrong, probably? And this is not the worst of it.” With that Rachel show him the chunk of metal ripping through Potter’s thigh, deep enough to rip a tendon, deep enough to forbid him from running for the rest of his life. Draco sighs tiredly, why did Harry bloody Potter love to do something that will accelerate his own death? Merlin, help him.

“Uh- you, nurse over there, just bring Weasley to his room and clean him there. Rachel helps me with this one.” Draco says frantically. He cleans all the blood from Harry’s body while Rachel is already supplying the lifeless body with blood transfusion. Draco recognizes the curse from when he was forced to witness the Death Eater tortured their prisoner. It was a special signature curse from one of the Death Eater he hates the most, Dolohov. So, Harry has been dueling with Dolohov and what? Lose? A shudder rips through Draco’s spine. “How’s the other one?” Draco asks Rachel.

“The other one?”

“Yes, the other one he’s been fighting.” Draco snaps.

“Oh, yes, the other one is dead.” Oh, so he won. Thank Merlin, he won. Not in a very good shape though, he could die in a few minutes if Draco doesn’t act. Thank Merlin, Draco knows the counter curse. Draco points his wand on the open wound while muttering the incantation. His wand is rigid in his hand, his wand is not supposed to move or the incantation will fail. Apparently it’s an impossible task, because right when the spell works his chest fills with pain. Draco cries out while his knees buckle. Fuck. He tries once again with the same result. Fuck.

“Draco, what’s wrong?”

“I think you need to help me. Make sure that I don’t move, especially my wand, or else the spell won’t work.”

“Why are you in pain?”

“Apparently the counter curse hurts as much as the curse, so unless you’re doing the counter curse, I need you to help me stay still.”

“But –you’re not –but that means –your pain? –you and him?” Poor Rachel can’t even conjure a sentence.

“Yes, apparently fate has a weird way of playing with my life.” With that, Draco stands up with Rachel pointing her wand at Draco’s hand, casting spell so that his hand won’t move anywhere. After a few minutes with excruciating pain, Draco manages to close the wound on Harry’s chest.

“Alright, you have to bear the pain, Draco. I’m going to pull this metal out of his thigh.”

“Do it in one swift clean motion, or else you’ll rip whatever chance he has to run again.” Rachel points her wand at the large piece of metal. “On three. One. Two. Three.” Draco screams as the metal is being pulled out of Harry’s thigh. After that, they both finish their work on Harry Potter, releasing him to his room after his condition stabilizes in two hours.

*

Draco stays with Potter in his room after the bloody tiring surgery, catching up with the sleep he has lost over worrying for his bloody soulmate –Merlin, his soulmate is sodding Harry fucking Potter, how is that even possible? Now it’s clear why he never stops getting bruises and cut, but that can wait until later, right now a nap sounds really good.

*

Harry wakes up in a very familiar white room. Of course he’s in St. Mungo, he was barely alive when he managed to save Ron from Dolohov curse. He was very certain that he will not see another day, but here he is, lying soundlessly in a hospital bed. He feels another presence beside him, but he turns only to find a very familiar shade of blond. Malfoy. Malfoy looks so peaceful while sleeping, his head being supported by his hands on the bed, back rising slowly with each breath he takes. Somehow Malfoy looks breathtakingly innocent while sleeping, and that lures Harry in because the next thing he knows is he’s stroking the blond strands gently while willing for Malfoy to sleep a little longer.

That jinxes it though because now Malfoy is awake. Very much awake and very much confuse with Harry’s hand on his hair. Harry retracts his hand quickly, beyond embarrassed.

“How are you, Potter?” Draco asks professionally, so Harry sucks a deep breath to muster all his courage and apathy to answer him.

“Sore.” That makes Draco chuckles.

“Yeah, no wonder. The counter curse was suck, but the ripping a chunk of metal from your thigh part was a bitch.” Harry can only stares at Draco, he’s speaking in a very weird way. “Congratulation on killing Dolohov, though. Weasley is safe and sound, sleeping like a baby in the next room. Just friendly reminders though, the next time you’re getting beaten up, don’t start losing hope on living. The pain I can handle, the despair just simply makes me insane.” Draco smiles at him softly with concern in his grey orbs. “Your chest is fine, your thigh –not so much–”

“Malfoy.” Harry tries to cut his unnecessary professionalism.

“I’m afraid you have ripped your tendon, a physical therapy could–”

“Malfoy—”

“Help you to heal it faster, but—”

“Draco!” Harry finally snaps, Draco looks at Harry with annoyance.

“Stop interrupting me! You cannot run, Potter! You ripped your tendon. It will heal, but you cannot run until then. There I said my piece, stop interrupting me, Merlin. What do you want?”

“Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

“I’m not saying anything, what do you mean?”

“I’m saying about you can handle the pain. Are you saying that you’re my soulmate?” Harry asks exasperatedly. Draco’s face goes with recognition.

“Oh, that, yeah. I thought we already established that by what I’m saying. What you need prove?” Draco doesn’t wait for an answer; he just casually cuts his finger on the paper that he brought.

“Ow! Yeah, no, stop hurting yourself, I didn’t say I need any proof, you git!”

“What? It’s just a paper cut, you usually gives me new bruises for every week.” Draco says innocently which draws Harry more and more.

“Just come here, please.” Draco stands beside his bed, but Harry needs him closer, so he pulls Draco’s white coat collar down, effectively crushing their mouths together. Their kisses are gentle, and somehow fiercely sweet. “God, I never thought I’d live to see this day. I finally find you.” Harry says between kisses.

Thank Merlin, you survived. Thank you. I found you now.


P.S. Sorry this is not a very good one. I’ll probably rewrite this in the near future.

Kiwi

Request: heavy make out session with tom at a party please !

Note: I Listened to kiwi by harry styles while writing this and you should really listen to this version while reading https://twitter.com/manuriosfdez/status/869222355570216960

Warnings: a heavy make out session, drinking, light swearing and that’s it I think

Send in your requests !


You and tom are at Harrison’s birthday party, both of you holding a beer bottle in your hand. Some people are dancing like crazy, others sit in corners and have deep conversations, Tom and you are in the middle.
You sit on his lap as he talks to Harrison about some movie, hands gesturing wild while doing so.
His brown hair is a curly mess and you find yourself playing with its ends on his neck, causing him to look at you.
You give him an innocent smile and press a quick kiss to his cheek before turning your attention back to Harrison, who is still talking about his favourite movie.
You start to feel the alcohol warming your body up and shift uncomfortably in toms lap, distracting him as well. Every once in a while he licks his lips and puts your hip in place, but that’s not stopping you from shifting around.
,,Darling can you stay still for one minute?“ Tom laughs and you make a frown, shaking your head like a child.
,,I’m bored baby.” Your fingertips slide over his chest up to his jaw and back to his neck. Harrison is already gone, talking to his other guests.
,,Dance with me?“ You ask smiling as you notice the song playing. It is one of your favourites and Tom easily lifts you from his lap before getting up himself.
,,If that stops you from being bored.” He takes a sip from his beer and places it on a table before taking your hand and pulling you closer to him. You instantly turn around, swinging your hips to the beat while laying one arm around Toms neck. His eyes never leave yours as your hips rub against the thick fabric of his jeans.
His hands lay on your lower back and his fingertips make their way carefully up your shirt.
You giggle into his chest by his movements and kiss him gently on the lips, soon with much more pressure. You feel your whole body heating up and by the way Tom craves your lips you are only turned on more.
,,Tom.“ You mumble in between kisses, lips swollen and cheeks more than red.
,,Yeah?” His thumb softly digging into your skin, lips already connected to your weak spot below your ear.
,,not here.“ He understands what you mean and instantly grabs your hand, pulling you up the stairs into a free bathroom.
He shuts the door so no one could interrupt you two, a big smirk on both of your faces.
,,You like that song, don’t you?” He slowly comes closer towards you and you can feel your heart hammering against your chest, feeling the adrenaline in your veins.
You just nod while the deep bass shakes your whole body, harry styles voice sounding muted coming from downstairs.
,,and I thought you wanted to dance?“ He asks teasingly, but you can read in his eyes that he can’t hold himself back any longer. You just roll your eyes and grab the collar of his shirt, nails digging deep into the fabric.
Your lips leave small marks and wet kisses all along his neck, making him worked up. When you start to carefully bite the skin on his jaw, you feel goosebumps forming on his skin, making you proud. Normally Tom was the one to make you shiver, but this time you have the control.
Your hands are everywhere, making his hair messy again and buttoning up some of his nobs from his shirt. His muscles flex under your touch and you gently suck on his lip before releasing it from your teeth.
Toms breathing becomes quicker with every second and the pressure on your bum increases by his hands roaming your whole body up and down. He wants to feel every inch of your skin, not being able to control himself.
The music hammering against the door and bath tiles creates a thin atmosphere, both of you craving the others touch. You feel like you’re exploring Tom for the first time again, because you can’t get enough of him. His sweet lips taste just like the beer he drank earlier and his hot, minty breath drives you insane.
,,Jump.” Tom growls into your mouth and you do like he says, legs instantly wrapping around his lower torso. He sets you on the counter of the sink and your back is pressed against the cold mirror, making you moan by surprise.
,,I think you had enough control, love. Now it’s my turn.“ His eyes turn a darker shade of brown and you feel a lump in your throat.
Tom spreads your legs a little bit apart to stand in between them and grabs your thigh, his long fingers pulling you even closer to him. Your hands pulling on the end of his shirt, wanting nothing more than to throw it on the floor. The song is already over but you don’t think about stoping now, all your thoughts are about Tom and what his touch does to you.
His teeth gaze about your earlobe, leaving a soft kiss there before harshly sucking on your neck, adding pressure to the skin. You can’t help but turn your head to the side so Tom can get a better access, you don’t care about the hickey he is going to leave.
You are like melted butter under his touch and when his tongue slips over your bottom lip, asking for entrance you smile into the kiss and stretch his back.
He is about to explore your mouth once again when the door swings open and a drunk Harrison storms in, going straight to the toilet.
,,Mate what the fuck?” Tom groans frustrated as he lets his head sink against your shoulder. You try not to blush and slowly start to catch your breath, hands intertwined with Toms.
,,Sorry guys but I feel really sick.“ Harrison tries to smile but fails when he burbs loudly.
,,Go take care of him.” You whisper into your boyfriends ear before hopping of the counter and walking to the door.
,,What?“ Tom says confused, looking like a small child who just got his favourite toy taken away.
,,He’s your best friend, we can finish later what we started.” You wink and make your way back to the party, leaving a speechless Tom behind.

anchorsandbetas  asked:

Hey! Hi, do you have any list where Derek rebuilds the house with the help of the pack (or just stiles), sterek please ♡ thanks!

Yasssss, @anchorsandbetas! - Anastasia

Originally posted by fitstud

Sour Kush by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 2,947 I Explicit)

Stiles mentally curses Erica, because in all of her warnings about how brusque this guy could be, she forgot mention that he’s also hotter than the fucking sun. If Stiles had any lingering questions about his sexuality, they’d be completely settled by what this guy is doing to him. In fact, he might not even be gay anymore. He might be in the midst of crossing into some yet-to-be-named sexuality that’s all about a scruffy black beard and alarming green eyes and muscles and tattoos and this guy’s everything ever.

The guy’s name is Derek, his lust-addled brain supplies distantly.

Well that settles it, then. Stiles is Dereksexual.

No Putting a Werewolf Off Your Scent by nakatas_cat

(1/1 I 3,811 I Explicit)

Stiles forgets his Adderall. Derek’s affected.

Pack Mom by orphan_account

(1/1 I 4,673 I Teen)

While the pack is rebuilding the Hale house, one of the Alpha pack comes to visit. Stiles is kidnapped. Derek and pack have to find him before it’s too late.

You’d Be So Good To Come Home To by SylvieW

(1/1 I 5,073 I Teen)

In Stiles’ final year of college, Derek decides to rebuild the Hale house. He keeps asking for Stiles’ opinion on the house plans. Stiles doesn’t realize that Derek is building the house with a mate in mind.

(they say) this should feel something like fire by pr1nc3ssp34ch

(1/1 I 11,163 I Explicit I MCD)

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip.

“Turn it off.” The pack looked up, stunned into silence by the first words they’d heard from him in weeks.

Stiles stood, trembling - his knees weak. He tried to run and collapsed, his bad leg failing him once again. Derek caught him. “Turn it off,” he said, his voice unmistakably a growl.

The water continued leaking from the loose faucet, and all Stiles heard was Erica’s blood against the concrete. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip.

keeping the stars apart by unpossible

(10/10 I 15,285 I Teen)

Derek watches that sharp brain come fully online.
“Oh God,” Stiles says, and now he smells of embarrassment. “Fuck. I just- did I just have a fucking panic attack in front of Jackson?”
“It’s okay,” he says simply.
“Really. Is it.” Stiles sighs without looking up. “Well. At least I wasn’t naked.”

I Just Wanna Be With You Every Day by Brego_Mellon_Nin

(8/8 I 33,920 I Explicit)

When his best friend’s son barrels into the kitchen only dressed in a pair of skintight jeans, lean but defined torso on display, Derek knows he’s truly and utterly fucked. Not only is the kid barely eighteen, but he also happens to be the Sheriff’s only son.

Derek makes a vow to himself that he will not seek Stiles out and he’ll get this thing under control.

Mischievous Matchmaking - Wolf Pup Style by rabidfangirlfromhell

(36/? I 78,350 I Explicit)

It’s senior year and Scott and Stiles are excited to be heading out of Beacon Hills soon. But Stiles makes an unexpected acquaintance, apparently from his past, who he keeps running into under the weirdest circumstances. This story is in an Alternate Universe - Argents never moved to Beacon Hills, Hale family thrives, and Scott was never turned.

Furry Little Liars by TheRealNightTempest

(6/? I 78,599 I Explicit)

Stiles Stilinksi has waited for the moment that Derek would finally look at him the way he desires. But leave it to Derek to screw it all up and change Stiles’ life forever on a night neither of them will soon forget. With a dangerous creature suddenly setting it’s sights on Stiles, and something happening between Derek and Stiles that no one can explain, there isn’t much time before the world they know will come crashing down around them.

Burn Me Till There’s Nothing Left by halcyon1993

(25/25 I 184,201 I Explicit I MCD)

Two months after the Nogitsune’s defeat, Stiles is having trouble coming to terms with what he did while under its influence. When Derek’s birthday rolls around, the pack plan a surprise party for their alpha, also hoping that the celebration will help raise Stiles’ spirits. During the festivities, secret looks of longing shared between the two catch Erica’s attention, and she bands together with Allison and Lydia and plots to get them to admit their feelings for each other. The plans quickly go awry, however, when a new antagonist appears in Beacon Hills with connections to Derek’s past and Stiles finds that the Nogitsune left him with more than just guilt.

Decline - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Originally posted by itsfuckingvampire

Summary: In which Bucky betrays his best friend (Y/N) and later begs for her forgiveness.
(Request by ANON - it’s a little tweaked sorry.)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: None! Yay!

Word count: 1.8K

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Memory Foam - Auston Matthews

Originally posted by hockeyfanatique

Note: This request made me smile with how cute it was, I love the idea of Auston Matthews being a cute, clingy drunk, which is what he’s interpreted as here! Send some requests if you enjoy, loves. I hope it was what you wanted, anon!

Mentions: William Nylander, Mitch Marner

Warnings: Mentions of intoxication, lots of fluff, lots of ass grabbing

Requested: Yes | No

Teaser: “Wow, this bed is so soft.” He mumbled, patting the ‘bed’ and attempting to fluff it, “Auston, baby, that’s my ass.”

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Laundry Mishaps (M) - RA!Jimin

Originally posted by hoseokijn

Summary: You just wanted to do some laundry, but an encounter with the RA leads to a private session in his dorm room.

Member: Jimin

Word Count: 3.9k

Warning: Smut, oh dear god

A/N: Supposedly based on the RA!Jimin from the RA!Jimin headcanon. Supposedly. He’s a lot more fluffy there than he is here, that’s for sure.

Sequel: Take a Break (M)

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how long has it been

Originally posted by iheartgot

pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

summary:  When Y/N and Jon leave each other and their feelings for The Wall and King’s Landing, They go through hell and back, but when they meet back after rumours of their deaths, things start to become tense.

words: 3.1k

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There they were all 5 Stark children along with Jon Snow were sitting near the skirts of the lush forest along with their loyal companions the Y/L/N children.

Y/N was the Eldest among the 3 siblings, she had flowing h/c locks that went right down to the curves of her bum. Her eyes were as bright s the sky and had a e/c hue to them. She hunted like most of the men and fought like a true warrior on the battlefield. She had near to most of the men of the north grazing over her skills and presence, but it seemed like she had eyes for only one suitor.

Next was Stefan, the proud but shy son of House Y/L/N. He had shaggy golden mops of hair atop of his freckled face, his auburn eyes burned deep into any book he could find and only at 14, he was one of the cleverest and smartest people in the whole of Westeros. Unlike his older sister, Stefan preferred to stay huddled up in a cosy room with the fire crackling instead of learning to wield a sword in the harsh cold.

The youngest child was a little girl with the name of Grayce, though she was small, she had an ever burning energy. Grayce’s wild blonde hair would flow in and out of her mouth as she sprinted around her Mother. She would run with her sister when she went out to hunt for supper that evening and begged her brother to place the books somewhere else and direct his focus onto her ever growing attention.

The Y/L/N and Stark children never left each other’s side. If you saw one House heirs walking down, you find the opposite child pacing next to them. Most of the Time Grayce played with little Rickon and Arya, Stefan stayed close to Bran and Sansa; who he might have something for, While Y/N would constantly play around with Robb and Jon. Out of all of them, Y/N and Jon had the closest relationship, they would spend most nights together sharing secrets and chuckling close to the warm heat of the fire.

The Pair had become quite the friends over the years, Jon had even opened up to her about his heritage, all Y/N would do is look him deep in his dark eyes and simply state that she didn’t think as Jon as The Bastard Of Ned Stark but instead as Jon Snow, A wanting Ranger of the Night’s Watch. Jon would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of Y/N more times than he should’ve. he couldn’t help it though, the way she treated him with nothing but respect and honesty made his cold heart thaw up, even her name sent Jon over the edge in a matter of seconds.

Arya and Bran stood idly by one another in front of the hay archery target, standing right behind them was Jon and Robb has the helped aided the pair to the best of their abilities. Stefan, Sansa, Rickon, and Grayce watched cautiously at the two at a near by tall, old willow tree that offered total shade to the group.

Bran had struggled through the whole process, barely hitting the target once, he hasn’t even hit the board yet, but at least the boy is trying his hardest. Arya, on the other hand, had shot a mere 6 arrows in the centre of the aim.

“Bran, how many times do we have to say this, stop staring at Grayce and Focus boy,” Robb chuckled lowly as he bent down to Bran’s height and placed two firm hands on Bran’s delicate shoulders.

“Where’s Y/N when ya need ‘er,” Jon joked quietly, slightly nudging his brother as he brushed his dark curls out of his eyes.

Suddenly a spotted grey horse came sprinting through the thick trees, though they didn’t get a clear view of the rider, they all instantly recognized the horse as a familiar girl’s trusted stallion; Grey Hoard. The horse turned to face the group of children and revealed the devilish girl holding a handful of squirrels and a beaming smile on her flawless face, sending small vibrations through Jon’s stomach.

Y/N quickly slid off her majestic steed and bounced towards the crowd, still with bright eyes.

“ I brought squirrels,” Y/N laughed as she placed the animals next to her younger brother’s satchel.

“I can see,” Sansa replied in a faulting voice, “remind me why you needed to go out and find yourself a family of squirrels?” she gagged as adverted her eyes up to Y/N’s E/C orbs instead of the carcasses below.

“Supper, dear Sansa,” Y/ smirked widely at the auburn haired girl.

“The mighty Y/N returns,” Robb proclaimed as he bowed towards the giggling girl as she made her way over to the patch of Starks.

“Miss me that much Stark?” Y/N laughed loudly as Bran shot another poorly loosed arrow at a nearby branch.

“Gods Bran, what has your brother been teaching you?” Y/N spoke sarcastically as she strode towards the young lord.

“Only the best archery in the whole of The Seven Kingdoms,” Robb joked as he turned to his brother beside him, Y/N simply scoffed in disagreement before turning her attention to the faulting boy.

“Relax Bran, you’re putting too much stress on your shooting arm,” Y/N spoke softly as her slender fingers danced over Bran’s thin forearm and her face came up next to his, “Use the wind to your favour,”

Bran’s fingers finally let the arrow fly free and it struck straight in the middle of the target. Off near the tree the other cheered and clapped for the boy as Bran took an egotistical bow towards the howling group of children.

“And that’s why you get me to teach you,” Y/N giggled as she ruffled Bran’s straw strands. The whole pack chuckled in amusement and agreement.

“What about me,” Arya whined desperately as she shot another arrow into the middle of the target before turning to face Y/N with big eyes.

“Arya, you’re bloody natural, you require no such training,” Y/N smiled brightly at the young girl as she walked towards the batch of kids, she was just about to place herself net to Rickon when one of her father’s men ran up to her.

“Lady Y/N, your father, and Lord Stark wish to speak with you,” he spoke quietly and harshly.

“Tell them, I’ll speak with them in a moment,” Y/N groaned as she gripped her sword tightly.

“They want you, now,” the man breathed out once again in a distracting voice as he cracked during his sentence. Y/N simply whined and approached Grey Hoard and mounted him.

“Don’t let your brother fuck him up,” Y/N smirked proudly to Jon before she rode off towards the castle and leaving him with a love struck smile, a tight chest and teasing siblings.

-

“You wished to speak with me Lord Stark,” Y/N spoke highly as she titled her head towards Eddard as she paced down the long hallway towards The Lord himself.

“Yes, as You know House Stark and House Y/L/N have been loyal allies since the beginning,” Ned started as he placed the familiar firm Stark hand on Y/N femininely clad shoulder.

“We have served you and your house with honour for decades, my lord,” Y/N spoke softly as she looked down at her closed in shoes.

“And you’ll continue to do so,” Ned smiled as she lit up in excitement.

“What are you insisting my lord?” Y/N beamed brightly.

“I’m heading towards King’s Landing, the south is full of vipers that’ll do anything to get what the want, I need someone who has my back all the time,” He warmly spoke to her as Y/N tried her best to compose herself in front of Eddard. “I wouldn’t want anyone else for this,”

“It would be my pleasure to serve House Stark for another generation,” Y/N bowed slowly.

“Wonderful, We set track at noon,” Eddard boomed as he stomped away from her and Y/N simply bounced away, a spring in every step.

-

Y/N  was at the gates of Winter fell standing tall and proud as her true fantasy is finally coming to a reality. She was there with her fellow guards, The Lord and Lady Stark abroad two beautiful snowy horse, Sansa and Robb had accompanied the parents on their journey while the other Stark Children stayed behind along with Jon Snow.

“Do you have to go?” Grayce whined as she tugged at her older sister’s uniform softly.

“Yes Grayce, but I’ll be back before you know it,” Y/N smiled weakly as a tear slipped back her long lashes and onto the little girl’s soft cheeks. Grayce clung even harder to her, snaking her tiny arms around Y/N toned thigh squeezing tightly at the skin. Y/N turned to the rest of her family, sure she didn’t feel a lot of comfort from her parents: but they still gave her life, she told them she would write to them as much as they could. Finally, she turned her younger brother, she placed a firm hand on his shoulder and looked deep in her golden irises, “Stefan, I know you may not like what I’m about to say, but you need to learn how to wield a sword,” Y/N told him quietly and sternly.

“Anything,” Stefan spoke softly as he nodded his locks and walked back over to his mother.

It was the time to say her goodbye to her long-time friend and companion, Jon. She felt her heart slowly splitting in two as she saw the brooding man make his way over to her. Her stomach did flips and bounces, as his dark eyes locked with her bright ones. Sure the pair have had their ups and downs and Y/N knew that Jon would just see her as a loyal friend to the end, but they way he swung his sword at his opponents during their training made her knees weak.

“I guess this is goodbye,” Jon spoke weakly as he rubbed the back of his neck and adverted his gaze elsewhere

“You know we’ll meet again once we travel back North after Sansa’s wedding,” Y/N tried to make this whole situation lighter but failed miserably. Tears threatened to spill past her lids but she hid them behind her lashes, although she wanted to profess her love for the Stark bastard before riding off she would disgrace her family’s name by her foolish actions, so she simply kept the fateful words to herself.

“We won’t,” Jon spoke harshly as he peered up at her with his dark eyes but this time they were filled with anguish and suffering.

“What?” Y/N choked out, her E/C orbs fell right into his.

“I’m joining The Night’s Watch, Although I won’t be returning for much of my remaining life, I’ll finally be free of my bastard name,” Jon explained quietly, his orbs searched for anything in Y/N’s ones. Silence and tension filled the air, for the first time in what felt like an eternity Jon finally spoke up, “What do you suppose of that,” Y/N said nothing but instead ran right into his arms, squeezing him tightly as she brought her lips up to his ear.

“Be safe and don’t forget me,” Y/N sobbed quietly into his shoulder as she hugged him for longer than she should’ve, Jon arms had already snaked around her curved waist and brought back the feeling in her lower back.

“Of course and Never,” Jon replied with a small smile, Y/N simply placed her warm lips on Jon’s cold cheek, pressing a small kiss to the area before she walked away and rode away with the rest of them, leaving her feelings behind in Winterfell and with Jon.

-

Y/N has escaped another close encounter with guarded men for what felt like the millionth time. She had been on the run since the death of Robb. She felt guilty for his death, if she hadn’t have warned him sooner he would be alive and well, living a wonderful life with his son and wife.

She couldn’t go back home, All of her family were dead, killed right in front of her face. Frey’s men had snuck in, right at midnight at set their home a light, killing all of them, while Y/N was tied up right outside.

Frey’s men had nicked her after the Red Wedding, as she was one of the only people to survive, they tortured her, raped her until she was a heap of blood, sweat, and tears. The memories had etched their way into her mind and would never crawl their way out.

Currently, Y/N had been sitting a comfortable wooden stool and a large pint of Ale, her e/c were gazing out the window, snow falling gracefully against the clear glass, reminding her of the better and more happier times back at Winterfell. Y/N heard a quiet squeak next to her, her orbs danced over to the origin of the sound, to see a small and timid man sitting idly by her.

“So pretty girl,” The man started as he placed his elbow on the splintered table and smirked widely. “Why don’t you give me a smile,” Y/N turned her face to meet his. There sliding down her cheek was a red angry scar, it was irritated and swollen, Y/N wondered how it hadn’t got infected yet. The man flinched back at the sight of the slash and retracted any props to her presence.

“I’ll give you a smile when you get the fuck out of my face,” Y/N sneered and she sipped at her finished Ale.

“How in the hell did you get that?” the man almost shouted, Y/N thought he would start pointing at her sore. She simply rolled her eyes at him and slowly drew her silver sword at him.

“Here want me to show you,” Y/N smirked widely, she pressed the cold metal into his skin almost drawing blood, the man scurried away in fear, she was about to strike him when out the corner of her eye she spotted two much bigger men stand their ground. Although Y/N knew she could take them, she decided to save her energy for a much bigger threat, especially if she was riding north.

Quickly Y/N drew her sword back into its leather holder, threw her payment on the table and stomped out of the Tavern.

“For fuck’s sake, is there not one good place to get some Ale,” Y/N whined as she for what felt like the hundredth time, she mounted her house that she has had for more than 3 years. The Horse softly nudged its head upwards to Y/N, telling her it was hungry.

“Don’t you fret boy, I got you your favourite,” Y/N smiled brightly, she snuck her hand under her thick coat and pulled out a red and ripe apple. Pleased with himself the stallion happily chomped the fruit away from Y/N hand and started trotting in the same pace.

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Though she knew, what she was doing was wrong, but she had to do it. There in all, its glory stood the mighty walls of Winterfell. Y/N had dismounted her house and slowly paced towards the entrance.

She hesitated on whether she should greet her old friends or not. Would they mark her as their brother’s and father’s murderer or not. She had so many concerned that he simply whisked them away and entered the gates.

As soon as Y/N felt the cool normal breeze against her face, a small smile adorned her face as she finally felt safe and welcomed, after 2 long, terrible years he finally had a place to call her own.

Y/N started to address the place a bit closer now, she had noticed, some arrows sticking out the corner of the stone walls, she also saw men laying on the ground wailing for their life. Quickly Y/N raced over to one of them and helped them to sit up. Y/N had helped his drink a special concoction she had traded.

After that Y/N had got back onto her feet and watched the man slowly soft crying for help and started to breathe normal and nod his head towards her for gratification.

Y/N was about to start walking away from the man when a light voice was calling out her name, she had swivelled around to see a young woman with bright red-hair charging towards her. When Y/N caught sight of her cold eyes, she as well started running towards the girl at full speed until they meet one another. The two women embraced each other in a tight hug.

“I thought you died along side my brother,” Sansa sighed into Y/N neck as her delicate hands gripped at Y/N waist.

“I wish I did,” Y/N whined as she pulled away and looked deeply at Sansa’s snow kissed face.

“You did everything you could,” Sansa replied automatically, running her hand across Y/N deep sore. “You must come with me, there is someone you have to see,” Sansa finished as she pulled Y/N wrist and dragged her up the stairs and into a small room. There in the corner was a tall man that was draped in similar fur coats as Sansa, and his dark locks were pulled into a tight bun, immediately signalling Y/N’s stomach to do so many flips that she thought it was slip up into her mouth.

“Jon,” Sansa warm voice filled the air as even his name alone brought tears to her eyes. The man turned around slowly, the sound of the leather against leather made Jon more brooding than the past times she had seen him. 2 years ago she saw him as a shy timid boy, but now he was tall handsome king.

Y/N didn’t waste any time on talking to Jon in between the few seconds of silence but instead, she had sprinted towards him and embraced him in a heartwarming hug, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and his ruggish beard tickling her chin.

After a small minute, his arm had snaked around her waist and brought back the tight grip onto her back and pulled her closer into his torso.

“I missed you,” was all that was flung between the two.

-

About that Miraculous Ladybug Comic

I have been following the controversy over Issue 3 of the Miraculous Ladybug Comic. 

First, a bit about me that you may not know.  As should be obvious from my userpic, I am a White man.  What you may not know is that I live in what we commonly call the “Inner City.”  When I moved here eleven years ago, I was the only White man living within several blocks of my house.     Ironically enough, my neighbor and good friend was the first Black man in this neighborhood: he moved here in 1968. He has now retired after a long career in law enforcement.  My neighbor on the other side, and also good friend, is one of the adult leaders in @chaos-and-cake‘s LARP group.  

My reason for explaining this is that while I most definitely do not have the last word on how things were portrayed in that comic, I get daily feedback from people who should.  

When I saw the excerpts, I immediately saw how it could be perceived as intentionally offensive.    The characters are stereotypes.  “Ghetto Blaster?”  I cringe, I really really cringe.  That is a phrase I have not heard once in eleven years in this neighborhood. That’s 80s crap, man.  I absolutely cannot imagine a Black man ever choosing or accepting such a nickname.  Not in 2017.  “Public Enemy”?  The big dollar sign bling necklace?  Wow.  No. No no.   Just…no!

I then saw Thomas Astruc’s reply.  I cringed, again.  

So I found a copy of the comic and I read it.  

sigh

I see what they tried to do, here.  I must grant them good intentions.

I firmly believe that they failed miserably.  

I buy my comics at the only Comics Shop on the East Coast owned and operated by a Black Woman.  Now I am very embarrassed to order more issues of this comic from her.  I am seriously considering if I wish to keep ordering this comic at all.  

When I am calmer and have had a chance to choose my words carefully, I intend to email Zag and try to explain to them where, and how badly, they erred.  To use such a stereotypical view of Black Americans, at this point in America’s history, was so very offensive.  I believe that they did not mean to offend, but I believe equally strongly that they have done harm.  

They need to acknowledge that, and make amends.

One night Keith couldn’t sleep, so he decides to take a thoughtful walk. He passes everyone’s room but stops at Lance’s, he doesn’t quite know why… He feels something, he hears something, coming from inside the room. Painful sounds, sorrowful sounds.

Is it Lance? Keith has never heard Lance being anything but the chill goofball he always is, so those sounds terrified him.

He hesitates, but after hearing a muffed (but loud enough) sob, he enters the room.

Lance is shaking and sweating, curled up on his blanket like it’s the most important thing in the universe. Eyebrows tensed together in a vulnerable expression. Mumbling something, crying.

Keith shakes him until he wakes with a violent gasp, he freezes. Keith is desperate, still holding Lance’s shoulders. Looking straight at his small pupils trying to find Lance, because even though he’s looking at Keith, it seems he’s not seeing Keith.

A shiver goes up Lance’s spine and Keith can feel it. Lance closes his eyes tightly and when he opens them again he’s back. What felt like an eternity to Keith was just a tic. With a confused look and a tired voice Lance asks

- Why are you in my bed?

Keith suddenly realises the position they are in and lets go of Lance’s shoulders. Embarassed, though relieved, he tries to be as casual as possible, trying to avoid Lance’s eyes, when he answers

- I heard you crying… I thought you might be in danger…

Lance takes in the situation, he was having a nightmare, now he remembers…

- It was just a nightmare - He tries to say it nonchalantly (and fails)

- It didn’t seem like “just” a nightmare. - Keith searched for Lance’s eyes once again.

Speechless, Keith’s stare draws him and they spend a moment in silence. Finally Lance speaks in a rather irritated tone

- I’m not this fragile ok? It’s just..

- Hey man, - Keith puts a hand on Lance’s shoulder - I have nightmares too. I wake up in tears more often than I’d like to admit…

Lance is surprised by Keith’s tenderness. He places his hand on Keith’s - During the day I’m either too caught up in the adrenaline or too exhausted to think about… to think.

- I never stop thinking to be honest…

- Is that why you’re always brooding? - Lance smirks - That can’t be healthy, buddy.

- Well, you always manage to distract me somehow - Keith smiles looking away

- With my good looks? - Lance shots him a Cheshire grin

- With your annoyance! - Keith rolls his eyes

At the same time they both realise that Keith still has his hand on Lance’s shoulder and Lance still has his hand on Keith’s. Yet none of them moves.

- So… Are you ok? - Keith asks truly worried

- Yeah… Thanks.

- So… uhm… I guess I’ll just go back to..

- Wait, why were you up?

Keith blinks at loss while Lance looks at him with suspicion.

- I just… couldn’t sleep.

Lance sighs. Of course Keith won’t open up. Not even to him. And like Keith could read his thoughts, he said

- I just don’t know how to talk about… Stuff… - Lance could see that just these words were hard for him to let out.

- It’s fine. - He assures Keith.

Keith drops his hand and Lance grows uneasy. Keith shifts and it seems like he’s going to get up, which is enough to make Lance feel lonesome. But Keith whispers anxiously

- Can I stay the night? - Looking down, with shrugged shoulders. His bangs charmingly shadowed his face but Lance can see him blushing. And he feels his insides warm up at the sight.

- Of course. - Keith waits for the “buddy” but it didn’t come.

They share a moment of embarrassment where no one knows how to proceed. Lance bets a shot in the dark - My mom would nest me on her chest whenever I could not sleep.

It doesn’t seem that Keith got the indirect sugestion when he responds - Well, I grew up without a mom and my father’s texan so he wasn’t the most sensible guy… I guess I kinda take it after him…

- Did you miss your mom growing up?

- I sure missed having someone to nest me when I couldn’t sleep…

- Do you still do? - Lance asked longing

Taken aback, Keith looked in his eyes. They confirmed that Lance in fact was implying what Keith thought he was. Trying to throw a bone, Lance asked

- Have you ever cuddled? - The shameless innocence in Lance’s tone never seized to astonish Keith.

- Well… - Keith felt lighter in Lance’s presence - I did craddle you that time…

- I still don’t know what you’re talking about. - Lance faked an oblivious expression.

And they both laughed.

- Well… Since I totally don’t remember it… How was it?

Keith said nothing. He just lied beside Lance, never breaking their stare, and stretched his arm as an invitation. So Lance got comfortable next to him.

- That thing your mom would do… How was that?

Lance pushed Keith to his chest, placed a hand on Keith’s free arm and with the other he stroke Keith’s hair. They fitted each other easily.

It didn’t take long for them to fall asleep.

****

- Where are Keith and Lance? - Allura questioned once she sat down for breakfest and noticed they were the only ones missing.

- Yeah, no fair that they can sleep for longer just because they’re the heads of Voltron now! - Hunk protested with his mouth full

- I don’t even know how they didn’t wake to the alarm siren, that thing almost gets me deaf every single morning… - Pidge said poking their ear.

- There is no such thing as “the heads of Voltron”, everyone is equally valuable and therefore everyone must wake at the same time! Coran, - Allura urged

- I’ll go get our missing duo - Coran was already up his seat and headed for the dorms.

He went to Keith first and was taken by a little rush of panic when he saw the empty room. “Alright, he must be at the training room as always… I’ll get Lance and then I’ll go after him.” He settled.

- Sir, it is unacceptable that I have to come here to wake you at least twice a week…- He had entered Lance’s room with his disaprooving speech all ready, but the scene before him let Coran speechless.

There lied both of them. Lance had his head back, drooling, one hand on Keith’s nape and the other dangling from the bed. Keith was on top of him, face burried in Lance’s shirt, taking deep breaths, and both arms enfolding him. The latter had his right leg over Keith’s left one and the left one under Keith’s right one. Blanket forgotten beside them.

Coran was frozen and seriously considered leaving them there, but the boys seemed to have sensed his presence for they began moving.

Keith woke first and let out a great yawn before noticing Coran. He yelped and fell on the floor

- THIS ISN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE - Was his imediate reaction. At his scream Lance began to slowly regain awareness

- Just ten more minutes Coran… - Lance mumbled and Keith looked at him in shock and then awkwardly faced Coran, who simply said

- Finally!

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This was inspired by a headcanon that an anon sent to @lancemcclains :)

The Tutor [M]

He was the funniest, nicest and also sexiest tutor at the whole college. But also the strictest if it had to do with grades. To your doom, you were the miserable one in his class. Now you need private tutoring.

GENRE: Smut, Fluff


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anonymous asked:

Eggsy x reader. Writers choice. But could you make it really fluffy

“I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”


Warnings: Cursing

A/N’s: I’m so sorry that this took so long! I just didn’t feel as inspired for this one, so I hope that it isn’t terrible.


It’s already mid morning when you wake up in an unfamiliar room. Your sleep dazed mind takes a moment or two to register why you’re not in your own bed, but once it finally does a small, sleepy grin makes its way onto your face as the events of the night before play back through your head. You can hear someone moving around outside of the bedroom and start to get out of bed so that you can greet them. The cold floor underneath your bare feet almost makes you gasp but you do your best to ignore it as you follow the sounds towards the kitchen. The sight you are greeted with only causes the smile on your face to grow further.

Eggsy is standing in his kitchen, back facing you and a spatula in his hand as he tries and fails to flip a pancake. You can’t help but let a little giggle slip out as you watch him try so hard to cook breakfast. When he hears you Eggsy turns around and sends you a shy smile, before saying, quite sheepishly, “I figured I would try to make us breakfast, but um as you can see cooking isn’t exactly something I’m good at.”

You watch as he turns back to the stove and tries once again to flip the pancake, succeeding this time, though in the process he manages to burn his hand on the pan. You step forward just as you hear him mumble ‘fuck’ under his breath at his burned hand, “Love, let me try. I wouldn’t want you getting any more hurt than you already have,” you suggest, sending him a playful grin.

A blush spreads up his neck and cheeks, but none the less he nods his head at you, looking pretty thankful for the help, before passing you the spatula and stepping to the side. As you start to pour some batter into the hot pan, you notice him staring at you and when you look down at yourself, you realize why. You were still only wearing a faded navy green sweater of his from the night before and the only things covering your bottom half are the end of his sweater – which thankfully is quite large on you- and your underwear. It is now you blushing instead of him and this causes Eggsy to chuckle and place a kiss on your cheek.

While you finish making the pancakes he pulls down plates for the two of you and starts to dish up the eggs that he had already finished cooking before you had woken up and makes sure to point out that he is at least capable of cooking eggs and you joke back, telling him, “Well if you couldn’t I think you would have to find a new nickname, now wouldn’t you.”

You two go back and forth like this for a few more minutes, just allowing yourselves to feel at ease in each other’s presence. Just as you are finishing up with the pancakes, Eggsy remembers the coffee he had made earlier and pours some in a mug for you and then he makes it just the way you like it, which causes butterflies to start flying around in your stomach at the realization that he remembers something so tiny like this about you. But, before you can get too wrapped up in this thought, you finish the cooking the last of the batter and he hands you a plate.

You both grab some of the food and walk towards the small table in corner of the room, were he pulls out the chair for you. A conversation starts easily between the two of you again once you have sat down, but part way through eating, Eggsy suddenly seems distracted, just staring at you from across the table with a goofy look on his face. You start to become worried that you had done something wrong, so you ask, “Is everything ok?”

He hesitates for a moment before answering, as if he isn’t sure about whether or not saying what is going through his mind is a good idea, but after a few moments he answers you, “Everything’s perfect. It’s just that I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast in my sweater.”

The answer sends even more butterflies through your stomach and you reach your hand across the table to grab his and intertwine your fingers.

“Neither can I, honestly, though I don’t think that I could be any happier about it.”


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Inofficial (Brett Talbot)

Brett x Reader

Requested by Anon


Warnings: NSFW

Summary: You and Brett are an inofficial ‘thing’ and when you see him dancing with another girl at Sinema - you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, in which results with a very jealous, infuriating and horny (?) Brett.


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Teen Wolf Masterlist

“Is that Brett? With that girl from our English class?” you wondered as you leaned in to Liam and pointed towards the elevated part of the dancefloor; where you could clearly see Brett dancing with a girl you knew from Beacon Hills High, a girl who often participated in your common classes.


Liam turned towards the direction of your finger and shrug before he turned to you again. “Yes, I think so?” he began with an oblivious tone in his voice, but he saw how hard you were trying to keep your tongue behind your teeth to keep the mean comments from pouring out from your mouth.

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Their GF Wants to Kiss Them but She’s Too Short (EXO)

Requested by the lovely @mysimplelifejustme <3

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Author: Starlight

SUHO 수호: Suho would find it absolutely adorable. He already had a tough time controlling his emotions around you because of how unbearably cute you are, but the moment a small whine leaves your lips because you’re unable to connect your lips with his, he would have a field day. He would laugh at your cuteness and quickly pull you to him, his lips gently meeting yours and whispering sweet nothings against the soft, velvety skin.

CHANYEOL 찬열: Chanyeol, being the giant he is, wouldn’t be that surprised when he realized that you were too short to kiss him. But, that doesn’t mean he would refrain from teasing you. He WOULD tease you. A lot. The moment you started to get frustrated because you couldn’t reach him he would just laugh, a huge smile on his face as he said, “I guess we have to break up, Jagiya. We can’t be in a relationship when you can’t even kiss me without help.”

KYUNGSOO 경수: Kyungsoo would be a tease. Period. The moment he realized that you were struggling to kiss him he would laugh, a small smile on his lips as he stood up straight and made it even harder for you to reach him. Then, after a few minutes of whines from you and snide comments from him, Kyungsoo would give you an incredibly sexy smirk and randomly sweep you up into his arms, surprising you immensely when his lips gently met yours.

BAEKHYUN 백현: Baekhyun, like Kyungsoo, would tease the heck out of you. He would find the fact that you were too short to kiss him absolutely adorable, and the fact that you even jumped a little bit to try to kiss him would make it even cuter. He would immediately let out a laugh and stand up straight, your face now directly even with his chest before he would take his teasing even further and say something along the lines of, “C’mon, Jagiya….I’m waiting.”

JONGIN 종인: Kai would definitely tease you about being too short to kiss him, but he’d also be incredibly sweet about it. Whenever he realized that you were struggling to reach his lips he would give you a small laugh, his eyes immediately connecting with yours as he noticed a small, embarrassed blush form on your face. That’s when he would pull you toward him, slowly leaning down until his lips were a mere 2 inches away from yours and saying, “Think you can reach now, Jagiya?”

SEHUN 세훈: Sehun would find the whole situation absolutely hilarious. He would love the fact that, even with your cute little jump, you were too short to kiss him and would love the fact that you were really upset about it even more. He wouldn’t be able to hold himself back when he began to laugh, his hand playfully resting on the top of your head as he said teasing things to you. But, after a few minutes of laughing, Sehun would notice that you were annoyed and really just wanted to kiss him, so he would stop laughing and stand up straight to compose himself before saying, “Okay, I’m sorry. Go ahead. Kiss me.” before waiting a few more moments and bursting out into laughter again, playfully shouting, “Oh, wait! You can’t!”

XIUMIN 민석: At first, Xiumin would pretend that he didn’t notice. He would seemingly ignore the fact that you were struggling to kiss him and would continue standing there, waiting for your lips to meet his. Then, after a good amount of time, you would finally manage to reach his lips and when you were only a few centimeters away he would randomly pull back, his face completely serious as he acted as if nothing had happened. You would whine in protest, your face pucked in defeat, before Xiumin finally let out a beautiful laugh and pulled you toward him, quickly molding his lips with yours. 

CHEN 종대: Chen would be a complete tease AND a complete sass. The moment he realized that you were too short to reach him he would laugh, gently patting the top of your head as he said something along the lines of, “Gosh, Jagiya. I didn’t realize how short you were. You’re like a child. I’m dating a child.” before playfully coaxing you to try again. Once you failed to reach him for a second time his smile would grow even bigger as he said, “Aish…you’re hopeless, aren’t you?” before giving you another small laugh and pulling you to him.

YIXING 이씽: Lay wouldn’t really say much. I think he would be a little caught off guard, to be honest. Usually he’d be the one to initiate a kiss between you two, so the fact that you randomly tried to kiss him in the middle of your conversation would shock him, and the fact that you were actually too short to do so would really shock him, because he never really realized just how short you were. But quickly after realizing you wanted to kiss him he would pull you to him, his lips forming a small smile as they gently connected with yours.

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KRIS 크리스: Though Kris would find you being too short to kiss him absolutely adorable, he, unlike most of the members, wouldn’t take time to tease you or made a silly comment. Instead, he’d see that you were struggling and immediately wrap his arms around you, roughly but passionately pulling you to him and connecting his lips with yours.

TAO 타오: Tao, like Kris, wouldn’t be one to tease you about you being too short to kiss him. Instead, he’d give you the most warm and adorable smile and would gently pull you to him, his large hands wrapping around your waist protectively as he let out a small, “Let me help you, Jagiya.” before giving you one of the best kisses of your life.

LUHAN 루한: Luhan, like most of the members, would find this absolutely adorable. But instead of making silly remarks he would find a solution, and that solution would be to gently grip your waist and sit you on top of a chair or counter before letting out a laugh and pulling you to him, his lips meeting yours in small, teasing kisses.