i will just bask in his glory

after hours; prologue [m]

summary: your night job at taeyong’s strip club has always been a secret; it is how you are able to live well during your life at university.
though, all is fine until a familiar face shows up at your work with surprisingly benevolent intentions.

pairing: taeyong & reader insert || university!AU & stripper!AU

includes: fluff, smut (strip tease, dry humping), alcohol mentions

wc: 6.4k

series: prologuepart 1 — ongoing

note: Guess what?! Its our mans birthday!! :D Happy birthday my love, Taeyong <33
this series will have one more member included! He’ll make an appearance in the first chapter :) Its going to be a love triangle huhu

The blasting sound of rhythmic music roared over your head as you hesitated in front of the flashy neon entrance. Your friend was standing by your side, face illuminated by the blazing lights, just as reluctant as you were while her hand rested on the handle. “Okay,” she breathed, “you ready?”

You cocked an eyebrow upwards at her, puzzled. “Why are you the one asking me if I’m ready? It was your idea to come here.”

“And it was that one guy’s idea to send us here!” she retaliated, defensive in her stance.

You rolled your eyes like a petulant child; she wasn’t wrong, after all. Your friend, Yuna, had been searching for a new club to linger in for a while—but none had caught her eye. After hearing a plethora of lifeless complaints from Yuna someone decided to come to her rescue. It was during a lunch break from the busy university when a passerby heard her petty grouses; it was a man who was fairly built, tousled hair to perfection. He leaned in and inquired her of the obvious, and by doing so he sparked Yuna’s match of ranting. It did not take long for the stranger to tell her of a vivacious nightclub downtown; the name rolled off the tongue. Blue Moon, it was called.

Knowing Yuna, the insane partier she was, her interest skyrocketed turbulently and she begged you to come along with her the following night. It took a while—a ton of irksome pesters and propositions prodding at your thoughts—but you finally gave in with a defeated sigh. After studying for hours on end and cooping yourself up in the apartment, it was time you took a night out with her.

So, there you were, half past nine at night, in a tight ivory dress, the extravagant material hugging your body perfectly. Yuna was dressed a few notches more fetching than you in the resplendent scale—quite revealing, if one were to be frank about her eye-catching attire.

“Just open the door,” you groaned and took another step to the entrance.

Yuna swallowed her breath before pulling on the entrance, and once the door had fully swung open to reveal the lively treasures within the area you realized something was off. The unclassy tunes had a heavier bass than imagined, there was a scent of cherry and sweat that swirled together in a whimsical harmony—oh, and each worker appeared to be half naked or in clothes tight enough, giving the appearance of a cut-off circulation.

The door closed softly behind you, muted heavily by the blaring music, and Yuna latched her arm around your own. She started to drag your across the nightclub like a doll she feared losing. It was hard to see from the dimmed lights and flashing multicolored strobes—it was especially difficult to not bump into other drunken patrons who wanted to waste their friday night like you and Yuna. Jocularity spread from person to person like a virus and the crowd became more hyped up by the second; though, you became more lost.

There was a rapturous applause and loud cheers all of a sudden, and you turned your head to find the spectacle, to which your jaw dropped at.

You rooted your feet into the ground, unable to believe the sight. Shit, the nightclub that man recommended left out one important factor.

Judging from the barely clad woman hanging upside down on a pole that reached for the sky, a bright smile on her face as her eyes remained closed like she was diving into a fantasy of her own on the compact stage, there was an outlandish sentiment dawning over you. If it was not for the loose change and crisp dollar bills flying onto the stage, her stunt would had given it all away.

The nightclub that unknown man spoke too fondly of—the club you were in that very moment—was a strip club.

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Things We Don’t Mean

Originally posted by ageofimagines

Originally posted by alexnarcissist

Based on Anonymous Prompt: Reader is Tony’s sister but Avengers have no idea and one day while Tony took Pepper to Paris for a weekend, the reader was on the mission and got hurt. She’s in love with Steve but he was mat at her for taking a stupid risk and says something that Peggy wouldn’t do this and the reader realises that Steve would never love her (but he;s in love with her too) so she doesn’t want to see anyone and doesn’t want to scary her brother, but the next day FRIDAY calls Tony and he and Steve have argument

A/N: Ahhhhh sorry I’m so terrible at writing consistently.  I just finished with school for the year though, so that should free up sometime.  I’m actually at the airport right now, heading overseas, so I don’t know what type of wifi access I’ll have or what type of time I’ll be able to use to write, but I will definitely write more when I get back (famous last words).  Depending on how productive I can be in these next few hours of my layover, I might be able to queue up some fics for upcoming weeks…?  Anyway, hope y’all like this one.

Tagging @pleasecallmecaptain@mattymattymerduck@writingbarnes@kissofvenom922@b-orderline@shamvictoria11@callingmrsbarnes@barnes-and-noble-girl@coley0823 @redstarstan @badassbaker @phoebe-21-99@marvelgoateecollection @palaiasaurus64 @melconnor2007


The bullet wound doesn’t hurt.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  When you shift or when you try to breathe or when you’re sitting still, the pain shoots through your chest like splinters of glass.

What hurts more is the pointed silence that hangs in the air between you and Steve.

The captain in question is perched gingerly on the chair next to your stretcher, staring straight ahead.  His eyes, normally a soft blue, are hard and flinty.  His jaw is locked, his body radiating tension.

Natasha walks into the med bay, her eyes softening when she sees you.  She walks over, gingerly peeling back the layers of bandages to replace them.

“You’re losing a lot of blood,” she says quietly.

“I’ll be fine,” you reply.  “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.  How much longer?”

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Be My Date

Requested by abbessolute: Barry finds out his best friend got stood up on a date she was looking forward to and he either gets angry, come over to comfort her or takes her on the date.

Pairings: Barry Allen x reader

Word count: 2440

A/N: Thank you for the request! I tried to make it as cute as possible and I hope you all like it :D Let me know what you think x


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Word Count: 1072

Pairing: Writer!Dean x Writer!Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Written for @impala-dreamer ‘s One Prompt For All Challenge. Prompt was: “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to kill me.” Unbeta’d. 

Summary: I don’t typically do summaries, but, I felt the need. This is an AU in which Dean and the reader are both writers. It’s a total crack fic about people who take themselves way too seriously (we all know the type) that makes no sense. 

“You’re still slaving away at this, huh?” Dean practically sauntered into the bedroom where you were sitting at your desk, staring at your laptop and tapping your fingers angrily on the desk. You’d been working on the start of your latest novel for days now with no success, trying to spit out any possible words you could. Never in your life had it been so hard for you. Dean, on the other hand, had just published his latest novel and was basking in the glory of it. A bottle of beer suddenly appeared next to you and you took it willingly, chugging half of it in one gulp and wiping your face with the back of your hand.

“Yeah, I’m still slaving away.” You smirked, unable to stay annoyed with him for too long. Dean grabbed your hand and your laptop, pulling you to the bed. “What are you doing, jackass, I need to work!”

“I wanna show you something, I think you’ll get a kick out of it.” Dean chuckled and pulled you into the bed next to him, wrapping his arm around you and snuggling you close. He propped the laptop on his lap and opened it up, navigating to a website you recognized all too well. “Lisa reviewed my novel.”

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No One’s Perfect

Kim Mingyu x Reader / Kidnapping / Psycho!Mingyu

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Kidnapping

A/N: Wassup lovely people. This is a part of my Halloween story thing but anyway, I never really thought of Mingyu this way but it suits him here

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This photo does not belong to me but I could not find original owner so credit to owners:)

You would have never suspected him. In fact, no one would have. you couldn’t have when he was the definition of superhuman among you regulars. He would walk down the hall with his coat flowing gracefully behind him, files in hand and smile as bright as ever. Mingyu was what many may have considered the textbook definition of perfect. Even in your field, he made no mistakes when it came to your patients. He provided many with a sense of security through his own means. It was truly amazing. All these years of learning psychiatry and you were still mostly doing paperwork. You could count all of your patients on one hand and it irked you more than anyone could know.

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The song is  Issues by Julia Michaels


I’m jealous, I’m overzealous
When I’m down, I get real down
When I’m high, I don’t come down
I get angry, baby, believe me
I could love you just like that
And I could leave you just this fast

“Why didn’t you tell me!?!” You shout, throwing down Jason’s domino mask

“I couldn’t trust you! I was going to tell you soon, I promise!”

You snarl, “So you didn’t trust me!? You made me fall in love with you, only to dump this on me?!” Letting out a sob you sink into the couch, “What if you die out there, Jay? What am I gonna do then?”

“I’ll just have to make extra sure that I don’t die then, won’t I?”

But you don’t judge me
‘Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too
No, you don’t judge me
'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too

“Don’t judge me, asshole, just help me down”

Jason chuckles and reaches up, “How did this happen?”

You huff, letting him take some of the dishes that had tried to cascade down on you, “I just wanted some Tupperware, and when I tried to grab it, everything fell on me!! It’s like your apartment is boobytrapped!”

“It’s not boobytrapped, you were just too lazy to move everything on top” Jason grabbed your waist, and gently lifted you off of the counter.

“I said that you couldn’t judge me, if you start judging me about this, I’m going to start judging you for getting stuck in the dryer”

Jason huffed, “You said you wouldn’t bring that up!”

“Well, when you get stuck trying to hide in the dryer, just because Dick can, I don’t really think you have any room to judge my Tupperware avalanche, do you?”

“No” Jason grumbled.

'Cause I got issues
But you got 'em too
So give 'em all to me
And I’ll give mine to you
Bask in the glory
Of all our problems
'Cause we got the kind of love
It takes to solve 'em

“I died, Y/N, I died and he did nothing, he let my killer get away. I just can’t face him, I don’t think I can, not yet” Jason whispered. He tucked you tightly into his side and pulled the blankets over your heads, “Is it so bad to never want to get out of bed?”

You sigh, gently running your fingers through his hair, “He still loves you, they all do, Jaybird. You might not be ready to forgive him, but just know that he loves you”

“I know, I know he does, it’s just … every time I see him that old anger comes up, I don’t know how to get over that”

“Have you tried talking about it?”

He snorted, “I’m talking about it with you”

You press a kiss to the side of his chest, “But I’m not the one who you’re angry at”

“You’re right”

“And even though you’re mad at Bruce, you can’t take it out on your brothers, that includes Tim. He looks up to you, you know”

“He does?”

“Yeah, he does. Maybe you should have a guy’s night. Mom asked me to come visit this weekend, so it would be the perfect time”

Jason hummed, “Maybe that’s a god idea”

You smile and snuggle closer to your boyfriend. Sometimes he just needed a little push in the right direction.

Yeah, I got issues
And one of them is how bad I need you

You do shit on purpose
You get mad and you break things
Feel bad, try to fix things
But you’re perfect
Poorly wired circuit
And got hands like an ocean
Push you out, pull you back in

“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE IT ALONE?!?!” Jason shouts, throwing his mug of coffee against the wall.


“He was raping and selling women!! I couldn’t let his continue to do that!”

“You could have sent him to jail! You didn’t have to shoot him!”

Jason rakes his fingers through his hair, “What if it had been you!?! What if he had touched you!?”

“What?” you whisper

“A few days ago I was watching you walk home from work, and I saw him. He was watching you, stalking you. What if he had attacked, would you still hate me for killing him?”

“Oh baby” Jason steps forward and pulls you into his arms, tucking your face into his neck.

“I can’t lose you, Y/N, I can’t let you get hurt, and if you hate me for protecting you, then you’ll just have to keep hating me”

“I could never hate you, Jaybird. I love you”

“I love you too”

'Cause you don’t judge me
'Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too
No, you don’t judge me
'Cause you see it from same point of view

“Why did we come here?” you whisper, watching in horror as Bruce flounces around in his Brucie persona.

“You agreed” Jason hissed, “I told you that we shouldn’t go, but you wanted to play dress up”

“This was a terrible idea”

Jason chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Why don’t you wait here, and I’ll get us some drinks?”

“I’m gonna need a drink if I have to watch Bruce any longer”

Almost as soon as Jason walks away, you’re approached by some drunk idiot, “’bout time you sent him away, baby”

“Excuse me? You need to back off”

“Chill out, baby. I just want to have some fun” He leaned forward, boxing you into the wall

Suddenly a large hand gripped the back of his jacket, “You might want to back off, buddy, before something really bad happens”

The guy glances over his shoulder at Jason and smirks, “No need to get mad, dude. I don’t mind sharing”

Jason snarled and threw the guy off of you, “Get the fuck off my girlfriend, pig” when Jason pulls you into a hug you smirk at the guy on the floor, “Let’s let out of here, baby”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

'Cause I got issues
But you got 'em too
So give 'em all to me
And I’ll give mine to you
Bask in the glory
Of all our problems
'Cause we got the kind of love
It takes to solve 'em

“You know, we’re pretty fucked up”

Jason chuckles, “I’d have to agree with you, baby”

Yeah, I got issues
And one of them is how bad I need you

And one of them is how bad I need you
(I got issues, you got 'em too)

“If you leave me, I’ll kill you”

“I’d never leave you, baby”

You sniffle, “Even though I’m sick? You still love me?”

He leans forward and kisses your cheek, “Yes I still love you, even though you’re sick, now take youre medicine”

Whining you try to squirm out of Jason’s grasp, “I don’t wanna take it, it tastes gross”

“I know it tastes gross, but you have to take it to get better”

After taking your medicine and drinking a glass of orange juice you curl back up on the couch, “You know, it’s scary how much I need you”

“I know exactly what you mean”

'Cause I got issues
(I got)
But you got 'em too
So give 'em all to me
(You got 'em too)
And I’ll give mine to you
Bask in the glory
(I got issues)
Of all our problems
'Cause we got the kind of love
(You got 'em too)
It takes to solve 'em

“What if it’s positive? What are we gonna do, Jay?”

“We’ll have to tell my brothers that they’ll be uncles”

You snort, “God, could you imagine how that conversation would go?!”

“Yeah, they would probably beat the shit out of me, and then go out and buy baby stuff with you”

Reaching out for Jason’s hand you give it a squeeze, “Are you alright with this?”

“Honestly? I’m kinda excited”

“Really?!” You yelp, not expecting that answer

“I mean, I’ve always wanted kids, especially with you, so yeah, I’m excited”

This timer goes off in the next room, “Well, let’s see if we have anything to be excited about”

Yeah, I got issues (I got)
And one of them is how bad I need you (You got 'em too)
Yeah, I got issues (I got issues)
And one of them is how bad I need you (You got 'em too)
Yeah, I got issues (I got)
And one of them is how bad I need you

‽ - getting lost together (w/ husband!jin)

“You know, Jin, honey, the love of my life, the man I’ve agreed to marry and conceive babies with - if we’re lost, just say we’re lost!”

“We are not lost!” He exclaims, partially speeding up in the process but his mind takes him down a notch and he comes to his senses that it’s normal to take an extra hour(s) when it comes to road trips and you finally take a glance over to the map he has pinned to the space beside the steering wheel and you click your tongue, “Oh yeah?”

“Yes, Mrs. Kim now if you would please let your husband get the job done, I would-”

Not have the map upside down for two hours now?”

“What the f-”Seokjin’s doing a double take at your words and you notice how wide his eyes become. He may be the man, but if that man doesn’t continue with man, you’re an idiot sometimes, it wouldn’t be love. With a snicker, you prop your feet up against the side of his thigh, nudging him with your foot, “You want me to flip that over for you, champion?”

With a deep sigh, he’s doing a quick check through the rear mirror and pulls over to the side when there are no cars around. He hesitantly peels off the tacked map, flipping it over before he pins it back. You figured you had your victory moment, basking in the glory but it all ebbs away when Seokjin turns to you. He smoothens his hand up your legs before pull you closer and he exhales deeply before he - “Sorry, Y/N,”

Hey, just because he’s being sweet now, doesn’t mean you can’t rub it in like the wife status hanging on your shoulders.

“For what?”

“…for not taking your thoughts into consideration,”


“…for thinking I was right the whole time,”


“I was wrong, okay? Totally wrong and now we’re in the middle of God knows where and-”

“Shh,” You place a finger over his plush lips and fish out your phone, dangling it in front of his face, “Can I waze us there?”

“…only if you promise not to tell the guys,”

“Eh, we’ll see about that.”

((”do we want to know why you guys took so long?”

“gee, ask mr.i-had-the-map-upside-down,”

“…my own wife, unbelievable.”))

Sid the Kid - Sidney Crosby #1.4

Originally posted by so-hockey-eh

about/request: technically not a request, but you know you all wanted it

warnings: cursing and a lot of crying

authors note: ok, so this is it!! i’m sorry that i’m evil and really don’t like to leave stories on a solid note, so this one isn’t really either and leaves a lot up to the imagination but this is the final chapter! there’s a lot of hockey going on here so sorry if that isn’t something you really like or understand, but the second half gets a lot more into the story. i really enjoyed this whole series, so thank you for the amazing feedback :’) 

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I know this seemed like just a quick joke that didn’t have any specific reasoning behind it, but hear me out

Point 1: Lloyd is the one that released Meowthra

(And it is implied that when meowthra enters the scene, the Shark Army doesn’t have to much of a good time)

 From “The Ninjago Movie, The Essential Guide”

Point 2: General 1/prior two’s (Let’s just call her Gen for simplicity) design changes noticeably.

A list of changes, starting from least important to most important.

1: Hair is in a different position. This may mean nothing since the character’s hair in this movie can move.

2: Frills are down and appear broken. This would be one way to show that she was in a fight.

3: Medallions slightly melted signifying great heat. Another example is the prior General 1,

His medals are melted and his clothes are full of burns. Presumably from when Garmadon fired him, out of the volcano base.

“… He enjoys glory, power, and a chance to bask in Lord Garmadon’s evil shadow. There’s just one snag. If he upsets his boss, he will be fired. From a volcano. Just like every other General #1 before him.”

A speech bubble from him on the same page

“Wait, Sir! I was only trying to help!”

So, we can presume he’s booted and Gen takes his place.

4:  There is a burn on Gen’s lower right side and the belt is broken. You know what is probably hot? The laser that Meowthra followed. And who wielded the laser? Lloyd Garmadon.

5: The most important. Look at Gen’s arms in the screenshot. One white glove, one black glove. Both of her hands usually have white gloves.

5.1: She also has a much different expression than in the picture with the cup. 

Point 3: Why the different gloves?

Well, if the laser pointed at her, Meowthra most likely attacked her. (It was also aimed at her right side, where she is missing the white glove) 

This is where it gets into more theory territory,

Meowthra attacked her and she lost her right arm.

This would explain a lot. Her motive to attack Lloyd. Surely if Garmadon joined Lloyd she would too, right? Unless she had something against him, like losing a limb. Why did Lloyd lose his right arm specifically? Gen wanted revenge.

That is my theory, which i’m pretty confident of. It explains her motive and why it was Lloyd’s right arm. I encourage questions or comments!

anonymous asked:

25 or 11 with Shawn, please?

I’ve just started taking up Yoga and so far, I’m enjoying it! I love the feeling of letting all that negative energy go and releasing so much tension. In fact, I love it so much, I’ve started to practice some of the poses at home in the morning or right before bed, which is what I’m doing in the living room right now. I’m struggling to stay in this one though. It’s the one where you keep your legs together and bend forward, touching the palms of your hands to the floor.

I’m touching the floor with my fingertips but I remember my instructor, Adam, saying that you should feel the burn in your hamstrings…I’m not feeling it. I wonder if Shawn could help.

“Shawwwn!” I call out. I stand up and stretch my arms while I wait for him.

“What’s up?” He asks, walking into the room with a donut in his hand. I shake my head at his horrible eating habits. I’m not a health freak and I definitely have my fair share of junk but this has to be his third donut of the night and to me, that’s hilarious.

“Can you help me? I can’t get this pose right” I poke my lip out, knowing that he falls for that face every time. He shoves the rest of the treat in his mouth before dusting his hands off and walking over to me. I guid him to stand behind me and I place his hands on my lower back. “Okay when I go down, just kinda like…push me down further ok? I need to really feel it” He mumbles a quick “mhm” and I start.

I slowly lower my head and shoulders as far down as they’ll go; now it’s time for Shawn to step in. I wait for him to apply pressure but ….I get nothing. I wiggle my butt a little, to catch his attention and it does the trick. “Oh. Sorry, babe” he chuckles before pressing down just like I told him to.

After a couple of seconds, I finally get my palms to meet the ground. “Yes! I can feel the burn!” I’m probably way more excited than I should be. I feel him rub over my back and move his hands down to the band of my Yoga shorts. He pulls at the material before letting it snap back against my skin. I hiss at the contact “what are you…” I start but my breath hitches as I feel him grind himself onto my ass.

I can feel how hard he is against me and it’s turning me on so much. “You felt the burn, yeah?” He teases, I know where this is going. I whimper under his touch.

“Tell me if you can feel this” he whispers as he brings his hand between my legs from the back. He spreads them a little bit and begins rubbing at my core over my shorts. I moan, arching my back a little bit. He takes this time to pull my shorts down my legs and thank god I’m not wearing panties. I return to the position I want in before, bent over with my legs spread open a bit. His hand meets my center again. He rubs in between my folds, collecting my wetness and using it to coat my clit.

He rubs slow circles on it, causing me to rock back into his hand. I hear him groan followed by the sound of his zipper. Before I know it, he takes his hand away from my dripping slit and replaces it with the head of his cock. He uses it to hit my clit a few times before he rubs it up and down my folds, just as his finger had done not too long ago.

“mmm fuck” he growls. I reach my hand back and find his arm, digging my nails into it as he slides himself inside me. “oooh Shawn” I moan. His hands go to my ass as he pulls out slowly and enters me again, I can feel the way his hips roll each time he thrusts and it’s driving me crazy. He’s so deep.

“I want you to feel me all the way in your stomach, baby” he groans. “Please” I pant. He pulls out all the way and slam back into me, the sound of our skin slapping together is the loudest thing in the room.

Suddenly, I feel this poking sensation the the very bottom of my stomach, it’s enough to make me stumble forward a little. “ahh right there Shawn” I choke out. He hits the spot over and over again, edging me closer and closer to my climax.

“Can you feel it right there?” He asks, he knows I can because I’ve been moaning each time he grazes the spot inside me. He just wants to be a jerk and make me say it again.

“Can you feel me in your fucking stomach, babygirl”

I love his dirty talk, it’s the complete opposite of how he carries himself to the rest of the world and I enjoy the fact that I get to be the one to bask in the glory of his kinky side. “yes yes yesss” I whimper again and again.

“Oh fuck y/n” he groans out. I clench around him as I reach my orgasm and I feel my juices soak his dick. “Ahh shit baby. Did you just- fuck it’s so wet” he exclaims. I rock back into him once more, riding out my own high. He squeezes my ass and his thrusts slow down. His body freezes up and I feel his hot spurts mix his load with mine. “Ohhh oh…fuck” he breathes, trying to regain control of his body.

“I’m sorry…just…you were already bent over for me and I couldn’t help myself” he confessed, I stand up and turn to him, I’m met with a cocky smirk. “I can’t complain, you did help me” I giggled, pressing my lips to his.

Volleyball!NCT Dream AU

So I know I said that I couldn’t see Dream as a volleyball squad, but after watching a bit more of youth volleyball, I could see the Dreamies as a squad! 

Outsides: The big guns. These boys are all about the offense. The go-to attackers ready for any set, even off of a 1-point pass. Get the most sets and make the most errors, but their kills make up for any points lost

Mark Lee

I know what you’re thinking, “you put mark at libero last time!” Well yes I did, but that was a completely different squad. With U/127, he would absolutely be the libero. With Dream, however, he would be an outside hitter. He is one of the most athletic members of the Dream team and they need his strength and power on the left pin to crush down balls. He is also one of the smartest players due to his experience. He’s played the game for a long time and with that, his toolbox has expanded as well. Loves hitting the sharp angle when it’s open. When he hits it, expect the largest, brightest smile. Most of the time he hits line though, it’s away from the two main passers and if they play the rotations right, will take the setter out of the play. He serves a jump float when behind the line. In practices, he always works on his top spin serve, but always goes back to the trusty float. Since he is a libero on another squad, his passing ability is exceptional. Very rarely does this team get out of system and a large portion of that is thanks to Mark. Yes, the team may have its own libero in Chenle, but he doesn’t have the experience playing as many elite teams as Mark has which is why Mark mentors Chenle. Mark takes his experience and shares it. He doesn’t want the whole team revolving around him - after all, there is no I in team.

Originally posted by nctmark

Lee Jeno

The definition of a power hitter (I MEAN HAVE YOU SEEN HIS ARMS LIKE JENO CALM THE FUCK DOWN.) During the drafting of this, I thought that he was maybe like the second most athletic on the dream squad but recent studies have shown that that’s a lie. Jeno = power and that goes for wherever he is on the court. In the front, he very rarely uses off speed unless the opposition has been picking up his hammered balls. From the back line, he has a crazy top spin jump serve (that to be honest Libero!Chenle is afraid to return during practice.) From the back court, he loves running the BIC attack. That’s his bread and butter. It’s so exhilarating to just fly in behind the middle attacker and attack basically an open net, it gives him such a thrill. He’s the fourth best passer on the team but that doesn’t mean he’s bad. He just has to complete with an outside who is a libero at heart, an opposite with libero training, and their actual libero for that title. Passing is more of an after thought to him (which is why he is still under Opposite!Haechan in passing.) He’d rather let Libero!Chenle take a ball in the back row so he can get in position for the combination play than getting eliminated from the play in the first touch. Off of the court, he is a total gym rat. He always want to head to the gym in order to get stronger. A man’s gotta keep his vertical am I right?

Originally posted by na-jmin

Middle Blockers: Part 1 of the major defense of each team. Height and speed are needed, although height can be substituted for a mad vertical. Don’t get set often but their efficiency is through the roof.

Park Jisung

So I almost put this tall boy as a setter, but after much deliberation, I placed him in the middle. Either way, this boy is gonna be aggressive. His favorite ball to hit is when his server just rips one over the net, forcing the overpass from the opponent, and he just slams the ball straight down. He gets so exhilarated every time it happens. Same goes for a stuff block. He turns off the net and everyone is pointing and screaming at him and he just basks in the glory. Definitely more of a blocking middle. He can get his kills don’t get me wrong, but this kid is known for his blocking. He is first on the team! When hitting, he usually swing across his body deep into the 1 location. He usually has a high kill percentage when he hits here because either 1. the setter left early and no one is defending or 2. setters USUALLY don’t like playing defense or aren’t as skilled. When he gets into the service box, he serves a jump float. His height lets him get a good angle over the net, needing nothing but downward trajectory to send that ball curving towards the ground. He would probably be the only one to really mess with a short serve. The team can’t help but baby the small giant despite the cries from Jisung. Jisung can’t help but roast the squad despite the cries from his elders. It goes hand in hand to be honest.

Originally posted by kunxxxsol

Na Jaemin

So this little ball of sunshine is the other middle for the squad. He is definitely more of the attacking middle. Kills are big and flashy and he loves getting all of the attention that comes with it. Loves catching the side lines, especially the spot between locations 4 and 5, right in front of the libero. He loves testing the libero so much. Like any time he can beat them, it just adds a boost to his confidence. As for blocking, he is speedy getting to the pins and transitions well, almost too well. The exhaust he puts on his body often results in injury. When he is out, the team brings Middle!WinWin down to fill his spot. When Jaemin rotates to the back row, he serves a jump top spin but not with a lot of power. He is more focused on consistency than absolutely slamming the ball. You could have power but hit it right to them and be dug so easily. Placement is just as important. His pregame includes spending hours in the training room getting taped and his legs warmed. If anyone ever complains about soreness and pain, he always recommends his favorite remedies or methods of being taped. Is currently out due to injury and everyone loves and misses him. There are rumors he is joining the squad again and the hype could not be more real.

Originally posted by nakamotens

Right Side/Opposite: Swings from behind the setter. In charge of shutting down the outside attack, which is vital since the outside gets the most sets. Does not get set often but when they do, they usually terminate.

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

Like the U + 127 squad, Donghyuck would be the opposite hitter. In this team, he plays all 6 rotations defending the right side of the court. When he hits, he loves hitting line but it doesn’t always go down. He’s another one who loves testing the libero. Most of the time he will go cross though because that’s where USUALLY the worst defenders on the court are, and often that’s an easy kill. I say usually because it’s not true all the time - even Haechan is an exception to this. He has libero training meaning he is quick and balanced. He knows his spots like the back of his hand and can deliver a perfect pass. He is very vocal on the team: calling open spots, how many blockers are up, and whether the setter is front row. Basically if anything is happening, Hyuckie is calling it out. He’d normally jump float serve but if they are up by a lot, he’d try a top spin serve. Has so much heart for the game, he’ll go after anything. He sacrifices his body so much that he’s basically Jaemin’s pet. Uses 99% of Jaemin’s tape and patience. During practice, he is always asking when they are gonna do ball massages. “If I get three pancakes, can we do ball massages???” King of Pancakes, he calls himself as to him, there is nothing better. He jokes around with all the members but always reassures that he loves them with all his heart. 

Originally posted by haecha

Setter: In charge of spreading around the ball, allowing the offense to be run. Need nice hands to deliver a clean ball to any area of the court. Speed is also vital as location of the first contact varies especially when the level of play increases.

Huang Renjun

This little bean is the setter of the squad. I originally had him as a middle but instantly thought twice about it. This boy is so gentle and sweet, I could see him as a setter in a heartbeat. He would definitely be more about sharing the love than slamming a ball down. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be offensive as a setter though. If the pass is tight, don’t be surprised to see Renjun slam the ball down. He likes to run a faster offense. If he could, he’d have the outsides hitting 3’s, the middles running 1’s, and the right side running I’s all the time. 3’s and I’s aren’t too common in the men’s game however so he just settles for a faster set all the way to the pins. Him and Hyuckie will dabble with I’s from time to time however. When he rotates to the back, he will serve a jump float so he can get to his base as soon as possible. He doesn’t feel the need to score from behind the service line, just get it in. As far as defending, he’s only really comfortable defending the opposite attack while in the back row. He really gets his defending going while blocking. Being able to shut down the strong pin just gives him such a confidence boost and you get to see his wonderful smile, it’s great. I have a feeling he would be the team mom always carrying snacks and extra socks and knee pads. Very very responsible.

Originally posted by nctinfo

Libero: Have the best passing skill. Second part of the major defense team. Reserved as best receivers and servers. Height is not required as they don’t play at the net. Liberos do not take up substitutions and they wear an off-colored jersey. Goes into the back row for the middle.

Zhong Chenle

My brother from another motherChenle would be the libero on this squad. He is so energetic and active, I think he would make such a nice libero. He would be fast moving to locations and can stop on a dime when the attack is about to start their swing. If the ball is not directly hit at him, you know he will dive for it every single time. He loves getting a one handed dig, just scooping up the ball with his forearms. If they win that point, he just kind of smuggly brushes the dust off his shoulder before he just shines the brightest smile. Not one to swing to much if they are out of system and he needs to send the third ball over. Watching this kid during warm ups would be so cute. Every time he gets a good hit, everyone will be cheering as loud as they can. Liberos can’t serve in the men’s game, but during practice he would serve a jump float for the same reason as Setter!Renjun. The faster he can get to his base, the better. He looks up to Mark so much as a libero. If Chenle has any questions, he will instantly go to Mark. He is quite young and questions he’s abilities often, but the rest of the team frequently tells him how much of a good job he is doing. Every one wants to protect him, even the maknae. His cuteness is just contagious.

Originally posted by nct-china-line

I hope I didn’t use too many volleyball terms where you can’t understand. If I did, please tell me so I can make a little guide!

So the format of these, I think, is getting better and better so I’m wondering if you guys would want me to rewrite some of my older, messier au’s! If you like that idea, message me or send me an ask!


Other Volleyball AUs: ASTRO | BTS | GOT7 | SEVENTEEN | GFRIEND | KNK | MONSTA X | NCT U+127 | SF9

TF2 is a cutting parody of Overwatch and I can prove it

And when I say parody, I don’t mean it as in one of those “Minecraft Parodies” you see on the youtubes where they switch some lyrics around and call it a day without really commenting on the source material, I mean it as in TF2 is a biting deconstruction of Overwatch and everything it represents. Now I’m sure you have all sorts of questions involving release dates and, I dunno, logic, but bear with me here for a moment because this shit runs deep:

Overwatch’s characters have a diverse range of origins and personalities, presented as the best of the best from all over the world. Artists, Innovators, Heroes, Overwatch lets you play as great people who fight for great causes. Granted, there’s a bit of some weird dissonance between how they act and how they play, we’ve all made jokes about how weirdly cheerful Mei is about killing people, but overall they’re just a bunch of lovable goofs. Hell, even the so-called bad guys are impossible to hate, because they just have so much personality baked into them.

TF2′s cast is comprised of foolish, incompetent mercenaries, who are explicitly not the best of the best but rather a bunch of idiots the Administrator got to fight her pointless battles without any motivations beyond the money they earn. They aren’t lovable; entertaining to be sure, but they aren’t exactly the kinds of folks you’d sit down and have a beer with. Examining them at an individual level reveals further criticisms:

  • The Soldier’s name is a clear reference to the Overwatch hero Soldier 76, and further comparisons can be made from there. Soldier 76 is a disgraced war vet who takes the world into his own hands, travelling the world to fight evils and save people. The Soldier amps it up to 11; a mentally ill civilian who becomes convinced he is fighting Nazis in a war that ended years ago, and is in actuality blowing up innocents. No one man can understand the complexities of worldly conflicts enough to actively fight for the “right side” without screwing everything up, and the Soldier personifies this notion to an extreme, portrayed as not only insane but also highly jingoistic, alluding to an undercurrent of american exceptionalism that exists in 76′s All-American Hero stylings.
  • Pyro is a reflection of Bastion. They’re both unintelligible and gender-indeterminate cuties who retain their innocence in a cruel and brutal environment. Of course, Bastion’s dissonance between its purpose and its personality is played for drama, for how tragic it is that this adorable robot is built only to kill. The Pyro, by contrast, portrays innocence in spite of violence as twisted. Compare their promotional shorts: Bastion’s ends with it deciding against its original purpose (and the purpose it serves in gameplay) and exiling itself to the forest to care for a cute bird, while the Pyro’s portrays the violence and innocence as a symbiotic relationship, showing that they hallucinate the carnage they cause as spreading love and cheer. TF2 tells us that the innocence of a DPS character in a shooter is not endearing but terrifying, because the two aspects cannot coexist without extreme cognitive dissonance. The Pyro can delight in violence because, in their limited understanding of the world, they see violence as delightful.
  • The Medic lampoons Mercy and to a lesser extent every support character in Overwatch. There is something faintly hypocritical about a character claiming to want to help people as they serve as an accomplice to a violent, bloody war effort. Mercy may rarely score any kills herself, but she enables the continued destruction caused by every combatant she heals. The Medic puts up no such pretense of being a good person, he loves the pain and violence perhaps more than his compatriots who actively dole it out. He is no harmless doctor, he is as great a threat as the men with guns, if not even more dangerous - and he doesn’t even have a damage boost on his medigun. The Medic’s habit of experimenting on his teammates for shits and giggles is, too, a joke about Mercy, this time referring to her canon involvement in turning Genji and Reaper into killing machines. 
  • The Sniper is, like Roadhog, an Australian who is actually a New Zealander who sounds like nothing like either. I don’t have anything insightful to say here, I just think it’s funny.

But the one thing that binds them - the one thing they have in common? They are all sadistic assholes. Every character has a cackling, evil laugh they let out when they’re on a kill streak, they all bask in the glory of slaughter unashamedly and unabashedly - they are guns for hire, after all. In a way, they aren’t so different to the Overwatch cast in this respect; even the bright and peppy tracer has a host of voicelines cheerily mocking the people she has just murdered with her twin pistols. But what TF2 does differently is make this obvious. The nine classes have no purpose in gameplay beyond causing and enabling murder, and rather than distract you from this fact with charming personalities, it lets you pity them as the mean, cruel bastards that they are. These are no “heroes” to be looked up to, they are the waste product of a world better than them.

Overwatch’s map design is beautiful, to be sure, with a clean, futuristic aesthetic and a wide diversity of metropolitan locales to explore. But when you think about it, the levels don’t make a whole lot of sense. The payload maps are all cities that tend to have only one road in them, they’re peppered with hazardous falls despite being mostly innocuous metropolitan areas, and the architecture is often questionable at best. While some maps have a clear goal that the two teams are fighting over, i.e. Volskaya’s factory, some are just places where a fight is happening for no reason. Illios is the perfect example, you go to a well, a lighthouse and an excavation site but there’s nothing to be won in any of the areas. Of course, asking “why are we fighting here” was a mug’s game to begin with - the gameplay in is non-canon, after all.

TF2′s map design is specifically engineered to draw attention to its own senselessness.  The payload tracks aren’t roads, they’re literal tracks, on the ground, which just happen to lead directly to the enemy team’s giant stockpile of explosive barrels. Control points aren’t just game abstractions, they’re giant metal discs on the ground, marked out with hazard tape and set up to display a giant holographic team emblem. One place where they differ is TF2 is not content to allow a map to have no valuable resource in it to be fighting over, even when said dedication raises more questions than it answers. That granary isn’t just a granary, it’s actually concealing a secret spy base. The lumberyard? Secret spy base. Hydroelectric plant, which actually might be tactically advantageous to own? ALSO A SECRET SPY BASE! “Secret spy base” is the punchline to every map’s visual narrative, and serves as a challenge to the philosophy of Overwatch’s design, by implying that those innocuous locales you visit, all those wells and lighthouses, they were actually just secret spy bases this whole time.

Even the art direction in OW’s fascination with a vaguely utopic golden age is reflected in TF2′s usage of idealised 60′s-ea illustration as a clear inspiration. The visual language utilised by a people who were proud of the world that they shaped, despite the festering problems lurking deep within it, is perfect for the ugliness of the TF2 universe. The painterly, illustrative style isn’t used for white picket fences and well-kept lawns, but ramshackle shacks, industrial monstrosities and machines of war. This is no better time nor a better place, it is a war. It is blood and gore and fire and pain and all the worst parts of humanity condensed into bite sized 10 minute matches.

And the war they fight is pointless. Not pointless in the sense that it is non-canon, but that it is canon and yet it still means nothing. It’s a pitiable battle between two brothers over their ancient, useless gravel estate, with all the lasers and rockets only existing to claim more useless gravel. The fights don’t mean anything, the story isn’t important, and the resources aren’t world-changing, they’re just pointless bloodshed for pointless rewards, a hauntingly accurate summation of the philosophy of a competitive shooter.

Overwatch’s world is one like our own, but… different. Set in a fantastic and wonderful future, it portrays a world coming off of the heels of a great robot war. It is populated by robots called omnics, who are either a metaphor for all marginalised groups ever or evil badguy robots depending on the what the writers need right now. In addition, Overwatch likes to add it’s own additional spice to real world locales: South Korea is threatened by a giant badguy robot and has hired professional gamers to fight it, Australia has been devastated in a nuclear holocaust and is now a desolate wasteland, and The Moon has recently been overthrown by sentient gorillas(?) who now rule its colonies. It’s all a bit silly, to be sure, but it’s made with love, and it’s all just so earnest you can’t help but love it back.

In the TF2 community, there is some debate over whether or not Abraham Lincoln inventing stairs as an alternative to the rocket jump is canon information or not. What is definitely canon, however, is that spaceflight was invented in 1900, New Zealand is a once legendary sunken metropolis destroyed by an incompetent scientist, and Amelia Earhart was a hotdog mascot. The world isn’t just quirky, it’s gonzo, with ghosts and charismatic war profiteers and rocks that radiate pure intelligence all being mentioned in the same sentence with nary a wink. 

You can tell TF2′s lead, Robin Walker, was an Australian man angry about the nation’s treatment in Overwatch, because in TF2 Australia is a world leader inventing all of the major technologies in the setting and is the main catalyst for most of the world’s politics. Tellingly, you never actually go to Australia in-game, because the conflict that TF2 portrays is as stated earlier completely removed from anything remotely important in the setting. Of course, Australia is also said to be populated entirely by idiots who get in barfights all the time and choose their king by boxing with kangaroos because if there’s one thing that TF2 avoids like the plague it’s the genuine idealism that Overwatch so loves.

And Overwatch’s incredible technology levels, showing the world of 60 years from now being populated by megastructures, holograms and hovercars, is parodied with the setting of TF2 having all the same, but 60 years into the past. Because Australium, you see. The quaint interpretation of global politics is now extended into full-on alternate history wherein the Space Race was just the US and Russia feebly attempting to measure up to Australia’s impossible standards and Musician Tom Jones is murdered by the Soldier for being his wizard ex-roommate’s new best friend. It shows the inherent arrogance OW painting its own picture of what the world is like by painting that picture onto the past instead of the future, allowing us to immediately understand the contrast between how the authors portray the world and how it actually was - and letting us laugh at just how different the two really are.

This theory would be completely perfect with no holes in it whatsoever, were it not for one key issue: TF2 came out seven years before Overwatch was announced.

There is only one explanation for this: this is a case of analogous evolution where the Overwatch team made many of the same gameplay decisions as the TF2 team but TF2 understood the absurdity of said gameplay and decided to emphasise it whereas Overwatch elected to ignore it and justify its fiction through supplemental material, combined with TF2 actively parodying tropes that predate both games that Overwatch somewhat coincidentally indulges in due to the developers of one intending a dark satirical tone and the developers of the other trying for a more optimistic affectation TF2 was engineered by Valve at some point in the future and sent back in time like a videogame terminator to destroy Overwatch before it was ever born in order to ensure CSGO’s dominance in the competitive PC shooter field. Valve failed to take the key moral lesson away from the first Terminator movie, however - any endeavor involving time travel is doomed to fail from the start, as whatever action you take has always been taken and the past cannot be changed. Just like Robot Arnold Schwarzenegger, TF2 not only failed to prevent Overwatch’s existence, it ultimately proved instrumental in the game’s conception when the spark of inspiration (here representing Kyle Reese) made sweet, sweet love to Jeff Kaplan’s brain before dying in a dynamite explosion. For shame, Valve. I thought you would have learned from Skynet’s mistakes.

Issues (Jughead x reader)

A/N: Just wanted to do something to Issues by Julia Michaels cause I love it. Also I mean what an adorable moody nerd.

Tags: @thecupcakeconsumer, @courtneychicken

Warnings: potential language and like idk it’s kind of sad but then super fluffy really

Originally posted by mallverine

“Hope you all don’t mind; I have a little something I wanna sing for a little someone.” You gave the audience the first nervous smile all night. Everything else had been routine, but you had to get this off your chest now that you could see those blue eyes steadily watching from the crowd.

I’m jealous, I’m overzealous
When I’m down, I get real down
When I’m high, I don’t come down
I get angry, baby, believe me
I could love you just like that
And I could leave you just this fast

But you don’t judge me
‘Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too

“Am I crazy or is she staring at Jughead?” Veronica hissed to Betty and Archie. All three stared between Y/N on stage and Jughead standing next to them. “Juggie do you know her?”

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Let me be your good night.

This was written as part of my fic, Let Me Touch You Where Your Heart Aches (aka the Temporary Fix AU) and it was supposed to be a Bonus chapter, but I decided it didn’t fit. However, I think it would be nice to share it with y’all. Thanks to @roseandbee and @aslowmotionaccident for all the help. <3 

This is a drabble about how it all started. 

Warnings: Smut. Um… that’s it. There’s smut in there. 


“It doesn’t work like that!” Louis shrieked, reaching to snatch Harry’s controller from his hands. “You’re not supposed to just press a button consecutively and win the battle. It’s stupid and ruins the game.”

“You’re just saying that because I am winning!” Harry leaned as far away from Louis as possible, laying on the couch to avoid Louis, eyes focused on the screen across from them.

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iwillbeinmynest  asked:

I just really enjoy that your tag for Sebastian is Sweet Romanian Sunshine

well come on

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i mean

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look at him

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he’s sunshine personified

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25/10 would allow myself to get sunburned 

Originally posted by bucha-nan

by this breathtakingly sweet smile

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