it irritates me that it's off

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why the hero killer pisses me off, and why you irrite me… yeah, that’s it. when all’s said and done, that’s where i ended up. what was i worrying so much about? these guys are able to smile thoughtlessly because all might is smiling thoughtlessly. it’s because that trash is smiling thoughtlessly as is there was no one he couldn’t save.

anonymous asked:

Dan and Phil are roommates in college, Dan's horny and has been begging Phil all day to fuck him and make him cum and Phil finally caves when Dan starts jerking off in the shower while he's trying to do his homework so he puts on a cock ring and fucks dan until he passes out(aftercare too) and they don't go to their first class the next day cuz they're too tired lol overstimulation, cockslut!dan, choking and hairpulling

I also added a weeeeeny bit of daddy!kink and gave Dan a tongue piercing because why not? If you have trouble getting past the cut on mobile open in your browser!

When Phil first meets his university roommate, he knows he’s hit the jackpot. The boy who’s sitting on one of the single beds introduces himself as Dan, and suddenly Phil isn’t quite so regretful over his decision to live in one of the cramped one-room suites on campus, rather than paying extra for the more spacious dorms down the road. Dan is gorgeous, to say the least. He has these pretty brown eyes surrounded by fans of long lashes and lovely, dark locks that feather out against his face. His smile is so bright it might not even be an issue that there’s only one tiny window in the cinderblock room and that the lightbulb screwed into the cracked ceiling is basically useless.  He’s classically beautiful – but that isn’t necessarily what makes Phil decide he needs to have him within the first three seconds of knowing him. It’s more likely that every fibre in this boys’ being screams twink. From the way he’s dressed, in skin tight black jeans and a deep plunging V-neck that’s probably two sizes too small, to the way he spreads his long body across the small bed like he’s there for a centrefold shoot. Phil’s staring at his pouty, full bottom lip wondering what it’d look like wrapped around his cock when Dan – on habit, or perhaps something else – pushes the silver ball of his tongue piercing out and gently grips it between his teeth, before retracting it back into his mouth. It’s then that Phil’s want becomes more of a need.

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It’s hard to explain the fickleness of the human emotion; one moment you’re on top of the clouds, in another you’re lying on the ocean floor with the weight of the entire water on your chest; sometimes I get so irritated I want to scratch my own skin off, and sometimes I want to set my own house ablaze. There are times I’m crying without reason- my throat double its size from the knot inside, and sometimes I find myself laughing at the air itself. The worst part of it all is that there are no external factors involved, nor any situation; just me and my madness at each other’s throats, sometimes embracing, sometimes making love, and sometimes huddled together in a corner shy from the world.
—  Eliot Knight
honey | 1

honey | spice | everything nice

M: Jungkook/Reader; Genre: Underwear Stealer!+Model! Au, Angst, Smut; Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral, anything else?Words: 5520

Synopsis : You hated Jeon Jungkook with all your guts; with everything you've got but he, on the contrary, despised you so much he was blinded by rage, determined to only get you out of your undies; what else was he expecting?

A/N:  This was the result of a long conversation about clothing war BTS! and how hot Panty Stealer Jungkook would look in lacy underwear. I’d like to thank @gukstudio the real gal to thank for triggering this idea, @itskimtaehyung for screaming about my indecisive ass about the ending of this first installment, and @badgalyoongi for beta’ing. I’m real excited and nervous for this new series and I hope you guys are too, excited that is; Enjoy;).

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pints of whiskey, cigarettes, and outer space

@forlornlyoptimistic gave me a prompt, and what kind of person would i be if i refused such a legend??


She wakes to her phone oddly- and annoyingly, she’s trying to sleep- starting to play before clicking off.

On.

And off.

It’s only when she recognizes the tune of we are family start for the third time does she make a mad scramble for her phone. Her limbs get trapped, and she’s thankful for Maggie’s late shift if only for the fact that she doesn’t have to hear her laughter or see that teasing smile.

(That teasing, dimpled smile.

That teasing, dimpled beautiful smile she gets to wake up to any morning she wants.

That smile that is warmth in its edges, tenderness in the crinkle of her eyes, and oh, affection seeps into her as easy as the sun.)

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Take Me Out

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Mitsuki, Kaminari Denki (brief)

Other tags: Misunderstandings, Bakugou’s Particular Brand Of Flirting, Some Heteronormativity

Anonymous said: For a bakushima prompt, I would love to see aggressively flirting Bakugou.

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Mitsuki eyed her son. He was glowering down at his curry, teeth clamped as though to bite back the words that just left his mouth. She wished Masaru were there, just so she could confirm her bewilderment with such a question. Was it unusual for a boy to ask his mother that? No. But Katsuki.

She raised her eyebrows at him, even if he was trying to glare a hole through his plate instead of looking at her. “You never want to hear that,” she informed him, noting the jump in his shoulders.

Katsuki swiped at his own hair, gripping at the roots. “Well I want to hear now,” he snarled.

“Even though every time I tried to tell you before, you threw a fit?”

“What did you say, bitch?!”

“Watch your mouth, brat!”

They locked eyes, Mitsuki challenging, Katsuki already wavering. “Fuck!” He snapped, “Are you going to tell me or not?” His voice didn’t have it’s typical inflections of rage. She studied his face, the turn of his brow. Mitsuki’s own irritation faded.

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Baking Soda is the best thing for your face.

If you arent already putting baking soda on your face as a scrub & mask you need to start. You know why bath bombs make you so soft? baking soda. do it right now– put like a table spoon of baking soda in your hand, add a TINY bit of water to make it a paste then scrub it as you usually would scrub. arm & hammer is already super course so adding it to a  washcloth or “face scrubber idk” isnt needed & itll just irritate your face. so leave the mask on till its dry, rinse it off & telll me your face/probem areas isnt soft af. use your fave toner & moisturize 

Heartlines Part IV: Lazarus

Summary: Life continued for the Justice League after Y/N’s death, but what happens when a member of the Avengers accidentally breaks their window during a fight? Meet Wicked Chaos, the newest Avenger addition, who distrusts the Justice League for some unknown reason, even for her.

Word Count: 11,634

Pairings: Clark Kent x Reader, Barry Allen x Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Amnesiac reader, A LITTLE angst, I’m pretty sure there’s swearing somewhere and I think that’s it.

A/N: FINALLY, THE DAY YOU ALL HAVE WAITED, JUST BEFORE 2016 ENDS!!! (In my time zone, so don’t come tell me that’s 2017 already, my computer still marks is 2016, period.) Hope you enjoy it since it’s NOT EDITED, SORRY. Therefore, any typos are on me (so let me know if you find any). 

ANYWAY, HAPPY 2017!!

Part I    Part II  Part III

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I desperately need a tattoo of “Boo Boo” for it is my nickname from Lil’ Love ㅠㅡㅡㅠ

Edit: This is not my image (nor do I know who the artist is) but I am beginning to get increasingly irritated at the amount of pedo-incest blogs reblogging this. Fuck off already. I do not want you linking your kind back to me

A Series of Unfortunate Events (For me): Part 2

Recap: I, an aasimar Ranger, got turned into a squirrel, blinded, and hit in the face with a hammer.

Eventually, the party makes it to the queen ant, and proceed to kill it. As we now have the whole nest to deal with, we must make our escape. The bloodrager and I get seperated from the rest of the party, and take another path. We hitch a ride on Lenard, who is now the pet of B.R.

Dm: Okay, you see light ahead of you, and an odd clear stone.

Me: Okay, i’m going to roll appraisal, and probably get a nat one or something… *rolls exactly what i just said*… omfg…

Dm: Its a rock.

(Prologue: We find a shiny black rock and think it is a diamond. Funny story for a later date)

After our grand escape, we head off. The bloodrager somehow gets some jungle animals (panthers or something) to leave us alone. This irritated the dm, who intended that to be an encounter. We make camp, and B.R. has first watch.

Dm: Okay, roll perception.

B.R.: *Rolls high* okay…?

DM: Guess what?

*everyone* Oh no…

DM: Scythe tree!

*after a large amount of fighting, most of us low health, i cut of a branch of the tree, pissing it off.*

Dm: okay, i’m going to roll to hit *rolls high*, and roll for damage, *another high roll*… okay, Ranger, you take 26 damage.

Me:… I just got one shot… by a god damn tree!!

*the tree then dies after i got 1 shot.

TL;DR: My ranger had the worst day of his life. He got turned into a squirrel, blinded, hit in the face with a hammer, thought a diamond was a rock, and one shot by a tree.

Sweaters
  • KageHina
  • Hinata: this is still so funny, our sweaters are exactly the same, but I like yours better, it's softer and much bigger, can I have it?
  • Kageyama: what r u talking about, dumbass? you've been sleeping in it for a week, so shut up and keep it
  • TsukkiYama
  • Tsukishima: yamaguchi you all right? you've been clinging to me like a koala for the past hour
  • Yamaguchi: gomen tsukki, i just love our new matching sweater, we should buy more
  • Tsukishima: *irritated but excited*
  • AsaNoya
  • Asahi: Nishinoya u breathing ok?
  • Noya: *muffled* yeah, i can live under this sweater forever and wet ur pecs to eternity *continues licking*
  • EnnoTana
  • Tanaka: BRING IT UURRRRYYYEEEAAAAHHHHH *takes off and spins the sweater Chikara's knitted for him during snowball fight*
  • Ennoshita: *screams from the window* HEY IDIOTIC BIG GUY PUT THAT DAMN SWEATER ON, I'M NOT GOING TO BABY YOU IF YOU SICK
  • Tanaka: Y-yes babe, sorry
  • DaiSuga
  • Daichi: Sweetheart where is my black sweater? I put it on the couch last night
  • Suga: Maa, sorry Daichi, it got the kids drools and banana puree, so I wash it
  • Daichi: i-it's new...
  • Suga: shouldn't buy new clothes if you still have one year old twins
  • LevYaku
  • Lev: hahahahahaha Yaku-san, I can't even see you under my sweater, you are so small
  • Yaku: *throws dirty laundy at Lev*
  • KuroKen
  • Kuroo: do you think Daichi and Bokuto will roast me for wearing this sweater? i mean it's an ugly Christmas sweater party, but i still want to look good
  • Kenma: *peeking from his phone* does it really matter? not that you look bad or anything, but you will always look beautiful to me
  • Kuroo: Kozume Kenma.... marry me
  • Kenma: we are married
  • BokuAka
  • Bokuto: Akaashi, I keep losing my sweaters for a month now, no matter how ugly they are, someone keep stealing them *convinced that his sweaters are stolen*
  • Akaashi: *pushes all Bokuto's sweaters in his dresser* maybe you left them somewhere and you forgot to take them back?
  • Bokuto: did I? I mean it's possible but it's still weird...
  • Akaashi: (this idiot, he left them at my apartment every time he visited, why i even bother dating this numbskull owl)
  • MatsuHana
  • Mattsun: so like you are suggesting that we should have sex while wearing each other's sweater?
  • Makki: yeah, that'd be hot
  • Mattsun: you certainly spent too much time with Oikawa
  • IwaOi
  • Oikawa: *rolls around in Iwa's bed* Iwa-chan's sweaters just feel right, the arms are a bit short but i like them so much, it's like i could die happy from this fluffy-heavenly feelings
  • Iwaizumi: nice, take them all, i've been thinking about how am i going to kill you for the past 15 years, now that you said this, i can finally kill you smoothly
  • Oikawa: i have never regret making a conversation this much
before you start a war (you better know what you’re fighting for)

Percy had been expecting pizza.

He was right in the middle of two shifts and starving beyond belief, so excuse him for not being friendlier when he opened the door and two disgruntled looking strangers were staring back at him instead of cheese and pepperoni.

Strange people bothering you at inconvenient times was a staple of New York life, but he wasn’t in the mood for a lecture about the true faith or the endless benefits to being vegan.

The wheelchair ridden man and blond girl in front of him were not people he’d met before and the intensity of the man’s gaze was unsettling

“Uh―” he fixated on the graying face directly in front of him, grasping for the easiest way to end this interaction. “Jehovah’s Witnesses usually have more success next door,” he said, before pushing the door shut with his hand.

Usually, this signalled that he could go on with his day, but a hand jetted out and stopped his door from fully closing, and even the accompanying thud sounded foul tempered. He groaned and considered going for his mother’s stash of pepper spray until he saw the man’s well meaning smile. His face was fraught with the type of wrinkles people get from smiling, and retrospectively he probably shouldn’t have slammed the door in the face of an old guy in a wheelchair.

“Percy Jackson?” he ventured “My name is Chiron, and I’d like you on my team.”

That was not something he had been expecting. Part of him wanted to shove the door shut again and move on, but something about the earnest expression on Chiron’s face was hard to avoid.

“You know, there are more efficient ways of inducting people into your cults. Maybe try for a shiny brochure next time.”

A disbelieving scoff cut through the bemused silence Chiron offered him. Percy’s gaze moved to the girl leaning against the bannister opposite him. She was wearing massive sunglasses with some college sweatshirt his dyslexia prevented him from recognizing, and was looking at him with thinly veiled disgust.

“Chiron, I told you this was a waste of―” her voice cut off as Chiron placed his hand on her shoulder. Something about the way she shook her golden curls out in irritation seemed inexplicably familiar. Her face was still furrowed at him like he was something she found on the bottom of her shoe. He had been dealing with being looked down upon all his life, but for her to march up to his door in order to recruit him for whatever and still maintain her self-righteous attitude was beyond grating. Perhaps Chiron was more observant than Percy gave him credit for, because his interruption was the only thing that stopped Percy from offering a few choice words about where she could stick her superiority complex.

“Contrary to popular belief, Olympus University isn’t a cult. Neither is our exy team.”

Maybe this was some cruel dream, because there was no way in hell someone showed up at his apartment to talk about an Ivy League college. He took a gap year and was working two jobs just to save up for tuition at community college. Olympus University was legendary. It was the type of place someone like him would never enter, unless he was hired to clean it. Their exy team, the Spartans, had been plastered across every major sports channel for the last couple months. They were a consistent team, who rose consistently in the rankings for the last couple of years, and the addition of two first draft strikers last year was supposed to guarantee them a spot in the championship. There had been some drama that he hadn’t cared enough to pay attention to that derailed their chances, and they were disqualified. Not a single sportscaster thought that they’d be able to recover, neither did most fans. Some people even thought that they would be demoted to Class II. Showing up here and asking him to join their team was proof of exactly how desperate they were.

“How did you even find me?” he asked “I’m pretty sure my high school exy coach didn’t send tapes to colleges.”

“He didn’t have to. Your statistics speak for themselves.”

Percy would be lying if he pretended he wasn’t flattered. There was a point during high school where exy was the centerpoint of his life. Some of his friends even thought he was good enough to go pro one day. His subpar inner city school switched coaches right before his senior year, and Mrs. Dodds was quick to remind him that professional athletes didn’t have learning disabilities or struggle to pay rent. He knew that no colleges received letters of recommendation or tapes of him playing, and an athletic scholarship would have been his only shot at continuing his education.

“Blondie’s right.” he admitted “You’re wasting your time. College isn’t something I can afford.”

Chiron raised an eyebrow at that and took a thick enrollment packet out of his leather bag. Even its glossy pages looked too high class for Percy.

“We’re offering you a full scholarship. All you have to do to qualify is sign on with the Spartans as a striker through graduation.”

Percy almost choked. “You’re not serious.”

“Unfortunately, we are.” the blonde girl’s voice was clear and defiant and it was startling how easily the sound of it filled him with irritation. “And that’s not all you have to do. If you’re playing with me, you aren’t going to half ass this.”

“Annabeth, enough,” Chiron scolded, “Try to refrain from scaring him off, please.”

“Wait. You’re Annabeth Chase?” his voice sounded incredulous even to his own ears and if the flush that began to spread across her face was anything to go by, that wasn’t a good sign. He probably should have surmised this sooner, but the girl in front of him was wearing ratty clothes and looked like she hadn’t slept in a month. Annabeth Chase was a legend. The Princess of Exy. In interviews she always was dressed to perfection and was so confident he always imagined her with a tiara. The Annabeth Chase in front of him had all the bravado that was always advertised, but she seemed broken and exhausted.

He didn’t miss the way her fists clenched after that comment, and the smile she shot him as she pushed her sunglasses up to her hairline was downright terrifying.

“This season is more important than you can comprehend,” she ground out, “If you’re on my court you play by my rules. Don’t sign on just because it’s an out.”

Her eyes met his in a silent challenge, and he swore to himself that he would do this, just to wipe that condescending look off her face.

“Trust me, princess. I can handle anything you throw at me.” Perhaps it was the inner six year old in him, but he swore he heard cheering when she flicked her eyes away from his.

He grabbed the enrollment packet from Chiron’s outstretched hands.

“When can I start?”

AN: i wrote something!! and it’s messy and gross and i now realize that im horrible at writing anything more than 200 words, but it’d be super cool if you left me constructive criticism i think i might want to stick with this au??

+ thank you so much to @hauntedmonmouth @fykxs and @dademigods for prereading this

awkward-silence-turtle  asked:

Do you think you could write a soulmate au for lafayette/hamilton/laurens/hercules/reader? Something with a happy ending and lots of fluff. Smut is up to you (sorry for so many characters!) Or a bodyguard!Reader/ward!Philip, like, she needs to protect him since he's the secretary of the treasury's kid? Ok, one last idea. SugarDaddy!Hercules/Reader. She's a broke college student and he loves to have someone to take care of. He makes her the most beautiful dresses and spoils her rotten? :-D

I hope this is alright uwu

A soulmate au with the reader and poly!hamilsquad (Al, Herc, John, Laf)

The soul mark is a star, and most people get the whole star instantly as they meet their soulmate, but for some reason, when (Name) meets her soulmate, only one spoke fills in…and it’s the same for him, too.

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Five-Spoked Star (Laf/Herc/Reader/John/Alex)


Your mother says her star mark, the half star that she had had all her life, suddenly formed another half the second she met your father, and the same went for him. Your best friend, Thomas, swears that his star tingled and he could genuinely feel it forming on his skin the instant he met James. Your other best friend, Aaron, admits that his heart was pounding when he met Theodosia. Eliza promises that she got a fluttering feeling in her stomach the moment she laid eyes on Maria. 

If that was the case, why hadn’t your damn star completed fully when you met Alexander Hamilton?

As soon as he walked into the near-enough empty common room, pen in his mouth and piles of books and notebooks encased in his arms, as soon as his gaze locked with yours, as soon as he froze up, hastily placed his writing supplies on an overstuffed armchair and crossed the room to you in mere seconds, work-roughened hands reaching up to cup your face, you felt it. The tingling on your wrist as the black markings pushed their way to the surface, the fluttering feeling in your ribcage, the all-too-loud pounding of your heart. He was familiar, despite you never seeing him before in your life.

In that moment, he kissed you, and although he was a literal stranger, although you had never even laid eyes on him, let alone spoken to him, you let him, kissing back happily because here he is, the guy you’ve been waiting for your whole life! The guy who was made for you! 

When he pulled back, intelligent, beautiful eyes shining as he drank in the sight of you like a man dying of thirst, you couldn’t help but smile back. 

That is, until you noticed the jet-black star on his wrist was not a star. It was…two triangles. Two kites?

You pulled back fully, frowning, and slowly lowered your gaze to your own wrist. The same for you.

As you looked up unsurely, eyes locking with his, you said your first words to your soulmate.

“Why aren’t our stars stars?”

And he had looked down, examining his star with a furrowed brow and his mouth set in a straight line.

“I…don’t know.” He had said. His voice was higher than you thought.

“Are we broken?” You had whispered, voice coming out cracked because how could we be broken already, we’ve only just found each other and he had swiped his thumb over your cheek, catching the tears already beginning to fall as he let out soft sounds of no, no shh, we’re okay, we’re fine, I love you.

And you had sobbed and clung to him like a lifeboat, like he was your lifeboat, because you’d only just met him, only said two sentences to him and for Christ’s sake you didn’t even know his name but you loved him, he was yours, you were his. You were literally made for each other.

In the months that followed, you moved out of your college dorm - who am I kidding, you hadn’t even set foot in it yet, you met him on your very first day - and into his little, college-funded house in town. It was small, but you were deliriously in love and you didn’t even care what your living conditions were as long as you were together.

The second you moved in together, Alexander began research. Of why your stars only had two points, one for you and one for him.

Google had no answers.

Bing even less.

He Skyped with professors and soulmate scientists, vying for an answer.

It all came up blank.

Until one day, a year after you met.

You had just gone to sleep, curling up in Alexander’s hoodie like it was your comfort blanket.

A blinding light awoke you, and you winced into the lightness as you felt Alexander frantically climb into bed with you, pulling you close and peppering your face with kisses.

“Urg…Alex…its two a.m.” You protested sleepily. “We needta…go to sleep…got classes…”

“I’ve cracked it.” He said urgently, lips trailing down your neck.

“Mmm…what’ve you cracked now, baby…?”

“Our stars.”

That woke you up.

“Wha…”

“We’re not broken, (Name)!” His eyes were alight with excitement. “I was reading this article online, and it was about this woman who only had two thirds of a star when she met her soulmate. Her soulmate also only had two thirds.”

“And?” You were fully awake by that point, eyes glittering as he explained the solution.

“She didn’t know why, until she met this other guy at her new job and the rest of her star formed.

You blinked, morning mind fogging over what this meant, until it clicked and your eyes opened wide. “You mean-”

“Two. She had two soulmates, honey.” He held his wrist next to yours and tenderly stroked your mark. “We’ve only got two fifths of a star each, so that means we’ve got three more soulmates to go. Three! That means there’s five of us!”

“Yes, I can do basic maths, baby.” You said wearily. “Five of us? What if your three remaining soulmates are different to mine?  It can happen that someone can have an unrequited soulmate.“ Poor Angelica. Why couldn’t she have been one of your five soulmates, Alex…?

"I…” He paused, pursing his lips. “I don’t know.”

“Well…” You grinned at him. “It’s like before I met you, all over again. Searching for soulmates.”

He laughed. “Sure is.”


You spent literal weeks looking for your remaining soulmates, to no avail. 

Each day you came up empty handed, you grew a little more depressed.

One weekend, your best friend Aaron literally dragged you out of bed, grumbling under his breath.

“Enough with this trying to find your soulmates already. I’m going to take you to have coffee, and we can have a heart to heart.”

He took you to the local cafe, buying you a (favourite drink) and sitting you down. You sighed.

“Alright, alright. What therapeutic methods are you going to try on me now?” You asked with a smirk.

Aaron opened his mouth to retort but was cut off by a loud yell.

“If it ain’t the prodigy!” Called a man’s voice, and three handsome men popped up behind Aaron. As soon as they did-

Oh. There it was, the heart pounding, the fluttering, the tingling. Only much, much stronger. You glanced down at your mark, and grinned as you saw the remainder of the black ink pushing its way to the surface. Your star was complete.

You looked up at the three men who were jesting around with a very irritated Aaron, and frowned. You needed to get their attention.

“Excuse me.” You called. The buff one with short, bandana’d hair glanced at you and held his gaze as he realised who you were. “What do you three, my soulmates, think you’re doing with my best friend?" 

That caught their attention. The other two fixed their eyes on you and gazed, transfixed.

"Oh shit,” said the freckled one, grinning. “We’ve found one, guys.” He walked towards you, grabbing your hand and raising it to his lips.  "John Laurens, at your service.“

The buff one, the one who noticed you first, walked to John’s side and placed a strong-yet-gentle hand on your shoulder.  "Hercules Mulligan.” He said lowly.

“Don’t be scared of him. He’s a teddy bear.” John smiled up at Hercules, leaning slightly into him.

Et je m'appelle Lafayette.” The last one, with a crazy puff of hair in a bun, came to John’s other side and reached for your free hand.

Aaron looked between the four of you, a slow, steady smile crossing his face. “Should'a seen it coming.”

“Oh!” You gasped, causing your three soulmates to jump. “I have to introduce you to Alexander! He’s…the last puzzle piece.”

“Lead the way.”


Alex was, predictably, clacking away on his laptop when you got back. As you stepped in the front door and saw him, back turned, you could see Lafayette, John and Hercules visibly freeze up. You grinned.

“Alex…” You said, voice sweet as sugar.

“Hmmm?” He let out a vague noise of acknowledgement.

“I have some people you need to meet.”

“Ah, um. Honey, can it wait? I’ve really got to do this paper…”

“Baby, you’ve got two weeks to finish that paper and you’re halfway through already. Take a break." When this gets no response, you sigh. "I found them, Alex. They’re right here.”

“Who are?" 

"Our other soulmates.”

Alexander jolts as though your words have pierced him, and spins around in his wheelie chair faster than you can say seven-eight-nine. He gets up as though in a trance, and before you know it you are crushed in a huge, five-way hug.

“Our stars are finished,” He mumbles thickly. “We’re not broken.”

“We’re not.” You agree, sniffling.

The hug is drawn back, and you stand, grinning, between them as they all introduce themselves.

You feel happier than you ever have in your life.


Kinda feel like doing a sequel to this.

I’ll tell you what, if this gets enough reblogs, captioned with something along the lines of ‘Please do a sequel’, I will.

Jaal x FemRyder

I don’t have a title for this, and probably not going to write any more on it (though I may use the idea for one of my other Ryders; this is totally something my Nell would do). This was written for @elenielwen‘s prompt, requesting a fic where Sara jumps in front of Akksul’s bullet rather than killing him or letting Jaal get shot. Just a very quick one-off, I’d probably rate it PG, just because of the shooting.

Under a cut because it’s a little long (1000-ish words):

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a scenario of how the Sakamaki and Mukamis would seduce their crush? Nice blog you've got here btw.

Thank you, hope you like this! Sorry this took so long too, school has been really kicking my ass lately rip. Some of the scenarios are fluffy, and some of them are dark. I really can’t see some of the boys treating you as something other than prey or food before they really get to know you.

Sakamaki

Ayato: Ayato watched you with a lustful, and longing gaze. From the way your smooth, (h/c) locks bounced across your shoulders, to the way your hips swished almost seductively when you walked. Ayato adored it all, especially the smell of your blood. His mouth watered in anticipation as he let his tongue slither over his fangs. Ayato very much wanted to make you his, and only his. He knew that he had to claim you tonight. Ayato had grown tired and bored of always watching you from afar. Tonight. Tonight he would take you with him by force, whether you liked it or not. He would sink his fangs into your neck, and would drink your blood to his heart’s content.

“You are mine, Ore-sama won’t have it any other way.”

Laito: Laito had you pinned against the wall as his trademark smirk adorned his appearance. “Ne, Bitch-chan, why don’t we do something fun tonight?” His smooth, breathy voice felt warm against your cheek. You desperately wanted to say something, but your voice caught in your throat as you gazed hopelessly up at Laito. “I’ve been watching you for a long time, you know?” He voiced, a cheerful smile appearing on his lips. It was almost disturbing at how happily, and carefree he said that. “I’ve wanted you for quite sometime now, is this what they call love at first sight?” His words caused an eerie chill to run down your spine. Your breathing became heavier as you stood there, trembling in place. He was absolutely terrifying. His face moved closer until his lips were just a hair away from yours.

“And now, I’ve got you cornered like a mouse.”

Kanato: Angry tears slid down his porcelain-like face as his mouth twisted downwards into a menacing frown. “Why is that whenever I see you… you are always with another man?!” Kanato screeched in anger as his hand held your arm in a vice-like grip, tightening by the second. “Kanato, please calm down…” You mumbled, “he only asked how my day was…” Kanato’s glare became even more chilling at your words. You sighed inwardly, it was no use trying to reason with Kanato when he was in a foul mood. His grip on your arm only tightened. Suddenly, Kanato’s tears abruptly stopped falling as his eyes lit up in realization. “Oh, I know what to do!” A sinister smile made its way onto his lips. He sharply tugged you closer to him, positioning himself in the crook of your neck, his fangs only inches away. “I have to make sure everyone can see that you are my prey.” Kanato harshly sank his fangs into your neck, and the sound of his greedy gulps filled your ears. It felt like an eternity before he finally retracted his fangs. A devilish grin creeped its way onto his face as he admired his work. Now everyone would know you were his.

“You’re mine, okay? Teddy agrees as well…”

Shu: Shu’s arms were wrapped around you tightly as his head rested comfortably on your shoulder. You squirmed uncomfortably, trying to loosen yourself from his grip. A sigh of exasperation left your lips as his grip on you only tightened. “Oi, stop moving. It’s annoying,” he mumbled, annoyance lacing his tone. To some, this may have looked like a form of endearment, and affection. But in actuality, you were nothing more than prey, and a warm pillow to him. “It’s your fault you’re in this situation you know, “ Shu muttered sleepily. “You always cling onto me so it’s only natural that you ended up being both my personal pillow and food,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“So stop moving and let me sleep. You’re mine, you know.”

Reiji: “Don’t be so stiff, and get rid of that slouch. It’s unbecoming for a lady,” Reiji uttered, his tone a bit bothered. “I invited you for tea my dear,” he sighed in exasperation. “I didn’t invite you with the intent to suck your blood, although I certainly would not mind.” He had a sneer on his face, the jerk had the audacity to tease you. Reiji was generally polite towards you, if not condescending. You seldom irritated him, but when you did cause him annoyance, he could dish out stinging insults. He gestured towards the tea set with his hand, motioning for you to take a cup. A content smile made its way onto his appearance, “do enjoy,” he voiced as he calmly drank.

“You are mine, so I expect nothing less than a refined, and proper attitude from you.”

Subaru: “Stop moving around so much! You’re pissing me off!” Subaru’s pale, muscular arms held you firmly against his chest. Without warning, he abruptly rips off the collar of your uniform before nestling himself in the crook of your neck. “You reek of other men, it irritates me.” Against you, Subaru’s voice was muffled, but the warning was clear and all the same. He gives you no warning as he harshly bites into you. The pain startles you, and you feel yourself growing faint. Subaru’s aggressiveness grew by the second, and it felt like he had no intention of stopping. It felt like an eternity had passed before he finally let go of you.

“You’re mine! Stop hanging around those bastards…”

Mukami

Ruki: His hand was cupped around his chin in a sophisticated, and thoughtful manner. Ruki’s eyes were trained on your figure as he observed you working on your homework. Ruki had made it a point that he wished to be near you whenever you worked on any assignment. He stated that he would ‘discipline your work habits’ and it would also, ‘give you less of a chance to escape.’ His actions were excess and unneeded, really. You knew you wouldn’t be able escape from him even if you wanted to. “Oi, look at me.” He suddenly commands, snapping you out of your thoughts. “You’ve been well behaved lately so let’s go for some tea once you are finished,” he voiced calmly. That was odd, he was usually never this nice. You nod your head slowly and you see a small smile break onto his face.  

“I’m your master, Livestock. Listen to nobody but me.”

 Kou: You were extremely surprised when Kou, an idol for God’s sake, had approached you seemingly out of nowhere. You were baffled at his attempts at conversation and friendship, even more so when he had asked you to be his girlfriend. You were hesitant at first, but you firmly denied him. Really, you barely knew the guy. Unfortunately for you, when you had said no, he went ballistic.

“I gave you my both my attention and affection, so is it not natural that you would do the same?! You’re just a human, so who do you think you are?” Kou was beyond furious. His normally peppy, and upbeat attitude had contorted into one of rage, and contempt. Kou’s hands balled into tight fists, and his mouth bent downwards into a frown. He gritted his teeth together as he roughly seized your shoulders, pulling you against him. Ignoring your squeaks of pain, he harshly pulled down the collar of your shirt. His fangs are etched into your neck drinking greedy gulps before you can register anything.

“Don’t resist me, it’s annoying. You’re mine, and I won’t give you to anyone.

 Yuma: Lately, Yuma had been pestering you with frequent requests to help him with his garden. You knew refusing his requests would have just resulted in a violent outcome, so you just went on with his whims anyways. However, it felt unusual to see him take such tender and dedicated care of his plants. His rough, and demanding attitude gave you the impression that he took little care of his belongings. “Oi, stop spacing out and help me harvest these tomatoes, Sow.” Yuma’s voice snaps you out of your daydream. Yuma hands you a brown basket, gesturing towards the multitude of tomato plants. “Well,” he motioned to the basket, “get to it!” You laughed inwardly at his seriousness. It was quite cute on how he genuinely loved his garden. Yuma could be quite overbearing at times, but it was occasionally pleasant to work alongside him.

“What are you smiling for, Sow? Get to work!”

 Azusa: “Hey… does it feel good?” Azusa drawled out. A light blush tinted his cheeks as he traced the blade of his knife across your arm. His eyes were half lidded with pleasure as he gazed intently at the blood trickling out of your wound. “Are you… enjoying it?” He breathed out, lowering his face down onto your arm. His tongue traced across the knife wound. “You taste… so sweet…” His words caused a chill to run up your back. You couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable, and alarmed at his actions. Both the situation and the way he had executed it unnerved you. The both of you had been working on a meal in the home economics room when he had abruptly grabbed hold of your arm, and started cutting it with a knife. Azusa was usually such a sweet person, so it shocked you that he was acting like this. Then again, you had always seen Azusa staring a little too intently at the cutlery. Azusa continued to lick your blood, the knife still pressed against your skin. When he looked up, a satisfied grin could be seen on his face.

“Hey… will you hurt me… as well?”

tantalum-cobalt  asked:

If you have time / still want to, I'd love to see some fluffy Tim & Damian being brotherly in public. Maybe at a party or some kind of WE event where the media is watching them all closely so they have to play nice? Or the media hassling one of them and the other coming to the rescue?

Turned out kinda less-fluffy than I’d maybe meant it to be—it’s set in a time period wherein they’re still kind of not-good with each other. But hopefully you’ll enjoy. :)


“Tim.”

Bruce’s urgent hiss made Tim snap his head up from the technically-illegal champagne he’d been halfheartedly eyeing all evening in the vague hope that it might make the party slightly more tolerable. His eyes widened; his adopted father’s tie was missing and his shirt collar was askew, and he was about as non-death-related frantic as Tim had ever seen him outside the cowl, so he stuck the champagne flute somewhere behind him onto what he hoped was a table and hurried over to Bruce.

“What is it? Is it a vill—what…” Tim stopped short with a slight gasp now that he was up close. “Is that…lipstick?”

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unyvense  asked:

hi, would you have tips on how to write a love-hate relationship? most like hate that turns into love or something like that. also your blog has been so helpful to my writing, thank you very much and i hope you're having a nice day! 💕

Hi!

Here’s one post with advice on love-hate relationships – it may help!

My advice on this is basically, know your characters inside and out, so that you can define what makes their relationship love-hate and what kind of love-hate it is. Because there are a couple, that I can think of:

  • Romantic/Lustful: in this case, either the characters’ personalities clash and their bodies live in harmony (think along the lines of friends with benefits, except it’s really more like enemies with benefits), or they have great chemistry both physically and personality-wise, but can’t be in a relationship. The reasons for not being in a relationship could be anything from that they’ve tried a relationship in the past and it hasn’t worked out (and possibly things happened in their past attempt/attempts to cause them to dislike each other) to that another set of circumstances (they’re too far from each other, one has trust issues, etc) gets in the way and causes tension between them.
  • Unlikely Allies: in this case, it doesn’t always have something to do with romance – they could just dislike each other but be forced to work together. For example, two of my characters in my current project have lived in a boys’ home for years – one, however, has been one of the administrator’s pets, while the other has gotten into loads of trouble over the years and is generally regarded as a troublemaker. The troublemaker (Conrad) dislikes the pet (Nick), because Nick claims he’s not like the administrator’s other pets and wants to help people like Conrad, and Conrad thinks he’s lying through his teeth. (Also, Nick is gay, and Conrad is a firmly-established homophobe, although he tries to hold his peace about that.) However, Nick and Conrad have to work together to get my protagonist out of a bind, and they set their differences aside to get the job done. This isn’t so much “love-hate” as “hate-but-I’ll-temporarily-tolerate-you”, but I felt it was worth including.

(And keep in mind that either of the above could work both forwards and backwards – two people could start out as enemies with benefits and then find that they actually care for each other, and two unlikely allies could find out, through working together, that they work together well, or that their opinions of each other were too harsh. By the same token, two people could like each other as they start working together, but find that they actually hate each other or drive each other up the wall.)

As for hate to love, here’s a post about its various cliches and how to avoid them. I’ve written this type of relationship before as well, and let me say that there doesn’t need to be some huge explosion of an argument to start the relationship off – it could be something as simple as one not liking that the other is a little arrogant, or one getting irritated by the sound of the other constantly tapping their feet or drumming their fingers on the table. People meet each other and dislike each other from first sight all the time, and it’s not always because of some huge difference in morals or politics or any other kind of opinion – it could just be something one thinks they see in the other’s eyes, or that one has a limp handshake, or that one doesn’t like the way the other carries him/herself.

To transition to love, you need to peel back the layers on the surface of the two people involved – they saw and disliked what was on the surface, so you need to get rid of that and reveal what’s underneath to make them start getting closer to each other. Maybe Person A appeared arrogant, but that surface arrogance actually hides raging insecurity; maybe Person B seemed annoyingly optimistic, but they’re actually afraid of the future or hopeless. The entire premise of love-hate relationships, whether they start at love and transition to hate or start at hate and transition to love, is that whatever the two people saw on each other’s surfaces peels away to reveal the real meat of the people – their true colors, if you will. You can do whatever you wish with the characters’ relationship as long as it happens through delving deeper into your characters.

I hope this helps! If you need anything else, please feel free to ask. - @authors-haven