it just gives me all the stupid way too in depth feels

This is for @uncannycookie since I asked if they wanted anything and they requested something about Mob going with Teruki to get his ears pierced, so here it is!

But then I also found I wanted to do the entire scene and I didn’t have time to draw it all so… I wrote fanfiction for the first time in my entire life. Writing is very much not my forte so I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes. I just thought it was a cute fluffy scene. Ummm, I hope you like it! *screaming over writing*


“You didn’t have to come you know,” Teruki said as he opened the door, a bell gently chiming above them. “It’s going to be fairly quick to get done.” He held the door open for Mob before shutting it behind them, leaving behind a crisp Autumn day and becoming encased in the warm, dark interior of the shop.

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little spoon

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

*whispers* I have no idea if any of this is realistic. Don’t judge me.

You guys know by now that practically everything I write is so so fluffy, but this is just like, a whole other level. A little over 4k words of enemies-to-lovers, bed-sharing, & cuddling. ;)  

on ao3

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The thing is, Stiles is pretty sure he can’t afford to breathe the air in New York City, let alone rent an apartment there. But it’s also been his lifelong dream to go to NYU, same as his mom, and he’s just gotten his acceptance letter in the mail along with a hefty scholarship offer. So he has a bit of a conundrum on his hands.

Enter Derek, who has a (relatively) dirt cheap apartment in Queens.

Okay, so Derek calls it an “apartment.” Stiles calls it an “attic closet.”

It’s nothing but a narrow bed, a foot or so of walking space between that and the wall, and a lone shelf by the door to hold the microwave and all of Derek’s possessions that can’t fit under the bed. There’s not even enough room to open the door all the way; the edge of the door hits the edge of the bed, and then you have to shimmy into the room.

The sad thing is that Stiles can’t even afford that.

He can, however, afford half of it.

“So you’re going to share a bed,” Scott says, looking concerned.

“Yes,” Stiles says.

“No,” Derek says at the same time.

Scott looks more concerned.

Stiles sighs. “Okay, so it’s like this. Derek’s going to be doing the whole normal person schedule, up at the buttcrack of dawn” (Derek rolls his eyes) “and out working and studying and stuff all day and back in bed asleep by 11 pm, and I’m going to be taking all evening classes and working the night shift!”

“We won’t actually ever be in the same place at the same time,” Derek clarifies. “He gets it during the day; I get it at night.”

“Because we can’t stand each other,” Stiles adds, in case Scott is thinking of getting his hopes up that this whole roommates thing is going to be some kind of bromance.

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The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by syeons

Genre: romance/fluff
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 12203 words
Summary: This a series based on all of your first times with Jungkook from your childhood till when you both reach adult hood.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 /PART 6


THE FIRST TIME YOU KISSED

“You tell me Y/N, do you want this?” he brushes his thumb over your cheek “Do you want to kiss me?”

Before you could ever give your response to him, reality hits the shameless boy like a train. What was he thinking when he asked you such a question? His sudden tendency to take your feelings for granted by working his moves on you, wasn’t how he ever wanted it to be. He was curious and quite greedy about having the chance to win your first kiss. Was it still like a competition for him? Was he toying with you or was he being serious?

Jungkook was your best friend and his intentions were never ill to begin with. You knew from day one, when he held your hand and decided to be your friend back then in kindergarten, that he was anything but harmful. You were well aware of the fact that he could be trusted, and all these years of friendship proved that he was a keeper. Maybe you could trust him? But what would it change? Only jungkook had the answers and decisions to take in this very moment, yet he suddenly stepped away from you

What am I doing, right now? Jungkook would suddenly ask himself as he eyed your lips up-close for the first time in his life

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Jungkook Ship Fic Rec 2

Since so many of you asked me for another Kook ship fic rec, here I am! All smut will be bottom Jungkook as always. I’ve gotta admit, it’s really hard to find recently but I’ll pull up as many as I can because I know the feeling of wanting more bottom kook but finding none haha. These will be separated by ship! Oh my god it was so hard to find anything for jikook OTL well to be honest, I don’t know why it was so difficult to find fics this time.

Taekook

Resonance AO3, Oneshot, I already know it’s good because it’s by Rix. AND IT’S SOUL EATER AU. I NEVER THOUGHT I’D SEE THIS BUT YASSSS. This is actually one of the hottest things I’ve read in awhile. Like O_O wow.

I Just Had Sex (ft. Jungkook) AO3, Oneshot, first time bottoming and Tae is kind of angry because Kook almost missed his bday but things work out. 

Sugar and Spice AO3, Oneshot, Daddy Kink but the love is sooooo real, soft affectionate Kook (I honestly can’t tell who actually has the power anymore between these two). 

Night Winds AO3, Oneshot, Alpha Tae and Beta Kook, they could never work out but they did. 

Suit and Tie AO3, Complete, I’m still not over how good this is, the power struggle of two hot CEO’s, and then the budding cuteness.

I Can Make You (Cry For Me) and Empty Spaces Don’t Talk About It AO3, Complete, Taekookseok with taekook end game, there’s junghope but it’s not as present as Taekook, the second part is ANGST GALORE but it ends well.

Fuck the Rules AFF, Oneshot, Taekook think the new PDA rules are stupid, it’s not exhibitionism in case you were wondering lol.

I’ll be a man (of you, you, you babe) AO3, Oneshot, Tae always bails Kook out of arranged dates.

After School AO3, Oneshot, canon compliant with Tae at the dorm and Kook at school, this is actually kinda cute at the end lol.

Topsy-Turvy AO3, Ongoing, hate to love, stepbrother au.

The Smell of Peaches AO3, Ongoing, THIS IS SO FREAKING GOOD, abo au, taekook are ex’s but Kook gets his heat and they become friends with benefits but with hidden feelings, and oh my god the angst and smut is A++++++. This is my current obsession lol.

Jikook

it must be fate (or you’re stalking me, who knows) AO3, Oneshot, this was actually quite cute, Jimin is the definition of cutie in the streets and senpai in the sheets (lol I love that tag)

Restrictions and Rewards AO3, Oneshot, Kookie needs the proper motivation. 

See Through (If You Will) AO3, Complete, Mpreg Kook, hurt/comfort, I love the hurt.

Will You Stop Time AO3, Oneshot, Jungkook loved Jimin even if he pushed him away (but he always apologizes at night), the feels were real.

Bloom AO3, Oneshot, First Times, a little bit of angst.

No Strings Attached  AO3, Complete, recently finished camboy Kook au and wow was it good, go read it you won’t regret it. 

In Your Eyes (I’m the Best/I’m the Worst) AO3, Oneshot, fair warning this may or may not be your cup of tea, it’s humiliation kink well more like Jimin legit gets angry at Kook for being a brat all the time and insults him but Kook likes it (?), if you don’t like this kind of stuff, don’t read it. 

power struggle AO3, Oneshot, Omega Kook and Alpha Jimin, i really really love the jealous hurt/comfort.

Becoming Bad AFF, Ongoing, Subscribers Only, Jimin the bad boy taints Innocent Jungkook.

Don’t Hesitate Any Longer AO3, Oneshot, Adult Ceremony dance practice into something more, hyung kink. 

Every Morning (and Night) is Perfect With You That Christmas Evening Eros and Perfectly Imperfect AO3, Oneshot, yes shameless self-promotion but all of them are legit just bottom kook smut with feelings and tiny bit of plot.

Animal House AFF, Ongoing, Members-Only, Jungkook is the bunny cop that meets Fox Jimin, they room together and feelings develop but there’s something evil going on.

The Way You Move It (I Can’t Believe It) AO3, Oneshot, Jungkook is failing his Cha Cha class because his hips are stiff, Jimin shows him how to sway those hips and maybe more.

One Page Pornography Ch. 28 AO3, Oneshot, I was honestly craving hurt/comfort Jikook plus smut and dang did this provide. I loved the angst and it hurt so so good all the way up until Jimin comforted him and then the phone sex and actual sex was A+.

Kookiemonster

Golden Boy AO3, Complete, VOLLEYBALL AU, also angst and smut (hot smut) but angst, it’s a wild ride. 

House Made of Cards AO3, Oneshot, you’d think it’s just smut but wow the underlying emotion is whew.

Got Me Baited and Bruised AO3, Oneshot, Awkward flirting guys lol.

Junghope

I’ll Give You Love (You Wanted Nothing) AO3, Oneshot, Junghope discuss marriage and I love the written dynamic here. 

There and Back Again AO3, Oneshot, okay this is really cute, college au.

While You Were Sleeping AO3, Oneshot, Kook has a wet dream and Hobi takes care of it for him while he’s asleep, totally consensual, this it pretty hot. 

Joke AO3, Oneshot, Kook is a complete brat to Hobi (because he’s an extreme tsundere) and Hobi shows him that he is very capable of fucking Jungkook up. 

Sugakookie

Bittersweet AO3, Complete, this was a smut/angst ride too, darker themes but wow it’s good, mafia au. 

Sweet Baby Boy AO3, Oneshot, yup just pure smut indulgence.

Tied Up AO3, Complete, I suggest you read the whole series by Rosiex.

White Lines, Pretty Baby AO3, Oneshot, Yoongi is Kook’s boss (well he’s a drug dealer) and they develop an unconventional relationship. 

Good Boy, Baby Boy AO3, Oneshot, Daddy kink, lace panties, you get the idea.

Pretty Boy  AO3, Oneshot, Daddy kink, crossdressing, Kook tries to prove that he’s not pretty using shock factor but it doesn’t really work out.

Whenever You Smile (I Smile) AO3, Oneshot, Hogwarts au, I love this, it was so cute and gahhhh it’s a great example of how fluffy sugakookie can be. 

Mingling AO3, Complete, Werewolf Kookie meets ancient vampire Yoongi that’s actually a huge flirt.

The Assistant AO3, Complete, I honestly love this so much because it’s not just an interesting au with good smut, but the depth of the feelings. It’s a really healthy relationship between Sugakookie of course but also Kook and Jimin’s friendship. 

Jinkook

You’re So Beautiful That I’m Scared AO3, Oneshot, indulgent smut with light dom/sub undertones, soft feelings. 

So Nice and So Cool (So Good and So Hot) AO3, Oneshot, Seokjin the TA accidentally fucks one of his students

JungkookxEveryone

Pastel AO3, Ongoing, I think you all know this one by now but just in case you don’t, Kookie likes feeling pretty and he likes being taken care of, his hyungs find out one by one.

Vminkook

Crushed Lungs AO3, Ongoing, it’s kind of a love triangle but without the whole “i hate you” thing which I like. 

Yoonkookseok

a sleepless night again today AO3, Ongoing, I love this ot3 and the relationships are developing right now but it already looks amazing. 

Jihopekook 

Accidentally Right There AO3, Ongoing, this does have jihope with bottom!Jimin but it explores Jungkook’s one-sided love (it really isn’t that unrequited) and the hurt/comfort is great, Jungkookie is a sub and he wants to be loved, I just really love it okay?

Jikookiemonster

oh baby (what’re you doing to me?) AO3, Complete, there’s a big of angst because unrequited love and stuff but then Jimin and Joon take care of him and the FEELS.

Yoonjinkook

Loving You (Is Not a Mistake) AO3, Oneshot, this is really really good and what I’ve been craving, Valentine’s Day but it’s different, hurt/comfort and oh god the Yoonjinkook ot3ness was amazing.

I Play To Win AO3, Oneshot, Alpha!Yoongi/Omega!Seokjin/Alpha!Jungkook, they all play Overwatch and Kookie sets his eyes on Yoongi (who basically hates him at first lol). I love the clash between fiery explosive Yoongi and Tease of the Century Tsundere Jungkook but things work out because you have Seokjin the peacemaker. Basically Yoongi fucks the submission into Kook.

Yup, this is all I could find for now so happy reading? I’ll update this when there’s more fics. HERE is the first fic rec I did in case you missed some of these. 

fall

or…lena doesn’t stop believing in the one person who believed in her

(or…the terrible thing i wrote to get rid of writer’s block and it’s long and sad but has a happy ending)

Supergirl dies on a Wednesday.

Sometimes, when she’s alone in her office in the wee hours of the morning, still in yesterday’s clothing and unsure when she’d last eaten, she thinks about that, the utter normalcy of losing National City’s hero on a Wednesday. Somehow, the death on such a boring day of the week provides a sort of stark contrast that Lena has trouble wrapping her head around. After all, surely the hero and pride of National City would fall in a blaze of glory on a Friday night, a Sunday afternoon, even a Monday morning during rush hour.

But a Wednesday? Some time between mid-morning and noon? When nothing was happening except for the drudge of the week, the tireless churning of society?

She doesn’t understand it—has tried to come to terms with it with very little success. In her weakest moments, when she’s staring down the end of a bottle of whiskey or wine (before Jess or Maggie or even James Olsen pry the bottle from her fingertips and help her get home), she thinks the very banality of Supergirl’s death is evidence of its unnecessary nature, its needless, pointless, meaningless, asinine

Supergirl dies on a Wednesday.

By Friday, the President herself comes to National City to mourn the fallen hero. She talks about the few short conversations she’s had with Supergirl, how everyone should be inspired and follow Supergirl’s wonderful example. A true hero, an exemplary citizen.

(Lena doesn’t go to the ceremony. She and Alex spend that afternoon in Kara’s apartment, sitting on Kara’s couch, Alex stoically staring at the television screen with silent tears running down her cheeks and Lena gripping her hand so tightly she thinks she’ll break fingers.  

After that, Lena doesn’t see much of Alex at all.)

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Monday Fic Rec

Some new fics to get you through this week:

Little White Lies by xxSterre:

Summary: “I lied when I got my job.

I told them I had a kid so I could leave early ‘to pick him up from day care’, to take him to doctors appointments and occasionally miss a day 'when he’s sick’. Long story short – I’m in too deep. I didn’t think this through.

Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a boy aged 4 to 6 with curly hair who plays soccer, essentially he has to look like the stock photo in the frame on my desk. Also must be artistic as the macaroni noodle drawings I made seem a little advanced for someone his age. He also needs to respond to 'my Little Picasso’ as that’s what my spouse and I call him. Also I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of my spouse when dropping him off. His name is James, he’s named after his grandpa and he’s a defense attorney who often brings his work home.

You know what, just message me for the details, serious inquiries only. H.“

Or, the AU based off of that one Craigslist post - how a little white lie takes on an enormous snowball effect, that might accidentally include a Tomlinson too.

"said I’ll love you till the day that I die.” by phanxlarryFandoms:

Summary: The tiny boy can’t eat or drink or remember almost anything anymore, spending every hour possible clutching Harry likes he’s scared of what will happen when he lets go.

Harry spends every second with his eyes glued to the pretty boy, making note of every detail possible and biting back whimpers when he notices how sickly the boy’s eyes are.

He just looks so ill, so worn, so in need of rest despite the fact that he sleeps a good twenty-hours per day. The worst part of it all is that Louis is still beautiful to Harry, so aesthetically enticing and physically magnetic that Harry will never be able to stop staring.

But, neither of them truly want Harry to remember Louis like this.

“Tomorrow…” Louis whispers, expression blank and head resting on Harry’s chest, ear pressed against his heart to listen to the rhythmic, calming beat. “You…twenty four, right?”

Harry smiled softly, brushing Louis’ mess of wavy hair out of his eyes, bringing with it the strands sticking to his cheeks.

Penny For Your Thoughts by rainbowsandlove (Larry_trueluv):

Summary: And realisation dawned on both of them. Every time he had talked, Louis hadn’t really seen his lips move. At all. He whipped his head towards Liam then. He could hear his voice in his head but Liam’s lips weren’t moving. Which meant… 

“Holy shit I can read minds!” he exclaimed, right into Liam’s ear, making him wince and shuffle back. 

Or Louis wishes he could read minds, and to everyone’s surprise he gets it granted.

One To Make Your Heart Remember Me by larrysrainbow:

Summary: Louis was a famous child star who is trying to make his way back the pop chart ladder and Harry is helping him.

If we meet sometime in the after years, my darling, I trust I will find your love still mine. by lucidlou:

Summary: 1970s AU.The boy at the dinner table isn’t as much of a stranger as Louis thought, and somewhere between the diners, concerts, and the way the moonlight falls just right, the summer is enough time for realizing.

(I Know We’re Lost but) Soon We’ll Be Found by hopeneverdies:

Summary: “Fuck, Haz, pick up!” He literally shouted into his phone. The trembling in his voice matching the shaking of his hands. After the fourth ring he was sent to voice mail. He wasn’t sure if Harry was already on his flight or if he was just ignoring Louis’ call but all he knew was that their little girl needed her fathers and nothing else mattered at that moment.

“Harry, this is an emergency! Please call me back! There’s been an accident and Junie is hurt. She’s at St. Andrew’s. I’m on my way there right now. Christ, I really wish I knew what time your flight was supposed to leave!”

By the time he finished the message he could feel the pressure of salty tears building behind his eyes. A few minutes later he pulled into the hospital car park and rushed through the emergency room doors.

Or the canon compliant future fic where Harry and Louis are experiencing some marital complications that leaves them both angry with one another and worried about their future. When their young daughter suffers a potentially serious injury that keeps Harry from flying to California for his job, it serves as a reminder of how much they still need and love each other.

I Follow Rivers by harrys:

Summary: It’s 8:25 when he rushes in, with his strong legs clad in striped trousers, a sleeveless turtleneck, and platform oxfords.

He’s waiting for his coffee two metres away from Harry and scrolling through his phone quickly, with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Harry decides to take a chance and clears his throat.

[Alternatively: Louis writes for a fashion magazine, Harry writes for a music magazine and dabbles in poetry. They like the same coffee shop, as well as each other.]

Mission Fucking Impossible by Swimnerd7:

Summary: “Are you and Louis fucking?”

Harry nearly spits out his drink, choking as he tries to communicate a “what the ever living fuck” to Niall with his eyes.

Niall takes another casual sip of his beer “Not like I’m the only one thinking it mate, I’m just the only one saying it out loud.”-

Harry is in love with Louis, and he is almost positive Louis is in love with him too. Naturally, Harry deals with this by trying to get Louis horny and hope for the best.

Things don’t exactly work out how he plans.

if it kills me by you_explode:

Summary: Harry and Louis have worked together in a difficult office environment for six years. They’re best friends; Louis is the bright spot of all of Harry’s days. But Louis is in love with Harry, and Harry’s engaged to someone else. And that’s only the beginning.

The Office AU. More or less follows the first five seasons. A lot of pining and misunderstanding the depth of feelings and rejection and angst, until there isn’t.

For Reasons Unknown by FallingLikeThis, Rearviewdreamer:

Summary: Six years after dying, Louis is suddenly thrust back into the life he’d lost. Support Group is supposed to help him adjust to everything that’s changed but he finds the experience sadly lacking. Well, except there is one curly-haired lad that’s there too. He kind of makes it worth going.

Good Enough to Eat by objectlesson:

Summary: “Fuck,” Harry mumbles, shuffling. “You won’t give me shit for it? It’s sorta weird.”

“No,” Louis breathes. “Promise.”

“Okay. I just…fuck, I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” Harry whimpers, and he must be blushing because Louis can feel waves of heat coming off him, his embarrassment a hot, palpable thing. “So, like…I love rimming videos. Nothing makes me come harder,” he admits, covering his face with his hands so his voice comes out muffled and strangled.

It takes Louis a few seconds to process, to mentally rifle through his Pornhub search history and remember what rimming even is; Harry has him so stupid he can’t keep stuff straight. His ears ring, and then it hits him, and, oh, fuck. His stomach turns and tightens so quickly he’s gasping, an audible and shameful scrape of air in the dark. “You…really?” he chokes out.

Or, Harry is convinced he’s never gonna be able to try his favorite porn fantasy on a real boy, and Louis offers to remedy this.

Master List: Drabbles

Please Refresh Before Reading. There may be a few missing links if you clicked on the Master List link from the stories. Master list for my imagines can be found here.

Harry Potter

One, Two or Three-Shots In Alphabetical Order by Character

Blaise Zabini:

          Sly Slytherin: According to Fred and George, you are getting weird looks from a certain Slytherin.

The Hobbit:

Originally posted by penleydesigns

ONE SHOTS IN WHICH YOU ARE RELATED TO THE CHARACTERS AND FAMILY IS THE MAIN FOCUS:    

Durin: (Daughter/sister of Thorin, Dis, and Frerin or Kili and Fili)

          Just There: Growing up with Thorin, Dis and Frerin was not always easy.

          Babysitting: Kili asks you to babysit and you are not cut out for it.

 Halfelven (Daughter/Sister of Lord Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir and Arwen)

          Chicken: Your father has a rather surprising guest.

          Darling Daughter: You reassure your father that you will always be there.

          Doubt: You are starting to doubt your father’s feelings for you

          Reassurance: You return home after the war

          Showers: You lose your brother and find them in the most unexpected place.

 Mirkwood: (Daughter/Sister of Thranduil and Legolas)

          Stolen Heart: Your father, Thranduil, is not too happy with you, but you could careless. As long as you got to see your thief. 

One, Two or Three-Shots In Alphabetical Order by Character

Balin: 

     Distraction: You fight with Dwalin and go to Balin for a distraction.

Bard:

     Happier: You look for Bard after the battle. (part 3)

     Matchmaker: Thorin plays matchmaker, sort of.

     No PromisesAfter escaping the elves, you run into the bowman and you do not like him one bit. (part 1)

     Probably WrongYou think that maybe you were being a little too harsh on the bowman. (part 2)

     Staring: You can’t help, but stare at the handsome bowman.

Beorn:

     Doggies: You finally get to play with a dog

Bifur: 

      Understanding: Imagine understanding Bifur without him knowing

Bilbo

      Tiny, Little Hobbit: Thorin doesn’t approve of your current interest.

Bofur:

     Dancing: Imagine dancing with Bofur

     The Right Dwarf: You and Bofur had a knack for being funny at the all the wrong moments.

Bombur: 

      Just Like Her: You offer to help Bombur.

Dori:

     Approval: Imagine trying to ask Dori for permission to court Ori

 Dwalin: 

     Definitely:  The Company thinks you’re a man so when they find out that you’re not, one dwarf isn’t too pleased.

     Leaving: You tell your adad, Dwalin, that you’re leaving.

     Locked In: Fili and Kili, your best friends, try to get you and Dwalin together.

     Loved: You love your two dwarves very much

     Lucky: You meet your upstairs neighbor and his doggo

     Mr. Grumpy Pants: It’s Kili’s birthday and you have to bake pastries causing you to ignore your hubby.

     Silly Dwarf: Dwalin, you find, is a very silly dwarf.

     Teddy Bear: You did not like the way those dwarves talked about your Dwalin.

 Fili:

   Cheesy: Fili has a hard time asking a question.

   King Fili: You don’t really like the blonde prince, but people change and so do feelings.

    Lion Man:  You’re about to get married to Fili, but your nerves are starting to get the best of you.

    Neighbor: The fire alarm goes off and you and your neighbor isn’t too happy.

     Not So Slick: Your son brings home another dog and you are not happy

     Poking Fun: Fili has some rather interesting marks on his back.

     Pretty Braids: You can’t help but play with Fili’s braids.       

Gloin: 

     Apologies: You reunite with Gimli and Gloin apologizes. (part 3)

     Parents or Children?: While on a school field trip, you and Gloin, the parents, get lost.

     Regret: You and Gloin get into a little argument. (part 1)

     Return: You return Gloin’s beads. (cont. of story above; part 2)

Kili: 

     Dresses: Kili tries on a dress.

     For Nothing: It’s time you meet Thorin.

     Ghivashel: Kili lies to surprise you.

     Gift Giving: Kili gives you gifts and you make a decision to give him one in return.

     Hold Him Close: You try to go back home, but Kili stops you. (part 3 of Let Him Go)

      Let Him Go: You watch your dwarf fall in love with another elf. 

      Make Him Happy: You ignore Kili and he confronts you about it. (part 2 of Let Him Go)

      The One: You’re angry at Kili for flirting with Tauriel and Thorin decides to have a one on one with you.

     Stupid, Ignorant Dwarf: You finally confess to Kili (cont. of The One)

Legolas: 

   For YouYou worry about the fate of Legolas after the battle.

   Going Home: You and Bilbo embark on the journey home with a surprise guest waiting for you. (part 2)

    Got You: Dwalin confronts Legolas about you traveling with him.

    Home: You are finally home after ten years. (last part)

    Interesting: Legolas takes an interest in you once he realizes that you are an elf and definitely not a dwarf. (part 1)

     Not So Bad: You and the company gets captured and you meet the Prince of the Woodland Realm.

Nori:

    Annoying Dwarf: Nori has stolen a drawing of you and you want to know why.

    Return to Me: You go to find Nori before they go to the mountain.

    Stolen Heart: Your father, Thranduil, is not too happy with you, but you could care less. As long as you got to see your thief.

    Surprise?: You’re getting married to the thief.

    Your Dwarf: The battle has ended and Nori has a few choice words for you.

Oin: 

    Memories: Imagine bringing up Oin’s old memories.

Ori:

    Promise: You see the Ri brothers off and give something to Ori.

    Training: Ori doesn’t want to train.

Thorin:

    Getting His WayDwalin accidentally wakes you up in the middle of the night and you learn that Thorin is spending another night away from his bed. You decide to do something about it.

     Forgive Me: Thorin finds out you’re an elf. 

     Keeping Secrets: You have yet to let your students in on a little secret.

     Lovebug: You faint while on the journey and that causes feelings to surface.

     Loved: You loved your two dwarves very much.

     Mahal Hates Me: You have a miscarriage and Thorin helps you through the pain.

     Practice: You accidentally put Thorin’s hair into a ponytail.

     Punny: You and Thorin have a small pun-off

     Smug: Thorin thinks you’re in love with him and he’s taking the piss out of you

    Talking Bunny: Thorin gets turned into a bunny

     Unanswered: You have a secret to tell Thorin

     Unbelievable: Thorin takes a blow and you are not happy about it.

     Worthy: You are having second thoughts about your wedding to Thorin

     Your One: You visit Thorin as he heals and you notice that his hair is an absolute mess. Ballin suggests you clean it for him.

Thranduil:

     First Meeting: You meet Thranduil and he is not as Kingly as you expected.

     Getting Somewhere : You and Sigrid have a very in-depth conversation about your past with Thranduil and the King tries to apologize in his own little way. (part 2)

     Not Fair: Bard is planning to marry Sigrid to one of the heirs of the two other Kingdoms and you’re absolutely livid. (part 1)

     Together Again: Thranduil visits the modern world and you pay him a visit as well.

Series:            

        Adventure Awaits: A year has passed since Erebor had been reclaimed and everything seemed to be going well until you are forced to go on another adventure not only with dwarves, but elves and men as well.  

        The Aim of Elves- Thorin x Reader: You disobey Thranduil’s orders to ignore the dwarves and instead of helping the dwarves escape their homeland, you destroy the dragon that dare take it away, but not without consequences.

         The Elf and the Dwarf- Thorin x Reader: (COMPLETED) Erebor was reclaimed and the line of Durin had not ended. You were an elf and now that your quest was over, you didn’t know what to do especially since you gained feelings for a certain King Under the Mountain.

          Feisty Little Hobbit: (COMPLETED) You’re Bilbo’s little sister, but the exact opposite of him. You are sarcastic and loved adventures so what happens when 13 dwarves show up to your door step? You join them of course!

          Kitty Cats: You and your son, Frerin II, accidentally turn Thorin, Kili, Fili, Dwalin, Balin and Gandalf into cats and this is the result (Spin off of The Elf and The Dwarf)

          Little Brat: Thorin x Sister!Reader: You are the oldest of the Durins and you live your life happily until the day Smaug attacks. That is when you lost the trust of your little brother, Thorin.

          Perfect Two: Thorin x Reader: (COMPLETED) You and Thorin have been best friends for years, but you are more interested in his little brother. Thorn tries his best to get you together, but can he succeed? NO SMAUG or SAURON

          Reborn: Legolas x Reader- Female Istari were not well known. In fact, none of them existed, except for you of course. Your uniqueness earns you a spot in the company and in a certain elf’s heart.

          Trustworthy: Thorin x Reader: Being sent to one of your favorite worlds, you are disappointed when it is just as cruel as the world you left. Receiving insults from the company members, you slowly start to close your self off. Can the king fix this?

Non-specific (Company x Reader):

           Broken: When you invited the dwarves in, you did not know what you got yourself into.

          The Cute WarriorYou may be a cute hobbit, but you were also a warrior.

Real Life (Actor Drabbles):

          Collaboration: (Lee Pace x Reader) Lee finds your Tumblr.

          Go Away Richard: (Richard Armitage x Reader) You’re Luke’s date to the premiere of Beauty and the Beast, but Richard keeps on trying to steal you away.

           Great Actors: (Richard Armitage x Reader) You are set to play Thorin’s lover but no one knows that you’re Richard’s lover as well.

          Tumblr Richard, Aidan and Dean ask you to show them what Tumblr is.

Lord of the Rings:

Originally posted by georgetakei

One, Two or Three-Shots In Alphabetical Order by Character

Glorfindel

          Fairest of Them All: You move to Rivendell and meet a very handsome elf.

The Silmarillion:

ONE SHOTS IN WHICH YOU ARE RELATED TO THE CHARACTERS AND FAMILY IS THE MAIN FOCUS:  

House of Feanor: (Daughter/Sister of Feanor)

          One Big Happy Family: Celegorm tries to train you, but your other brothers won’t let him.

Supernatural:

ONE SHOTS IN WHICH YOU ARE RELATED TO THE CHARACTERS AND FAMILY IS THE MAIN FOCUS:    

Winchester: (Daughter/Sister of Sam and Dean)

          No: You want to go on the hunt, but Sam and Dean don’t let you.

     Drabbles

          Baby Girl: You meet Jared Padalecki and he sees your self harm scars when you ask him to sign something, and starts crying and takes you to the back room and tells you you’re beautiful and kisses your scars.

          Panel Breakdown: You talk about your past and its not too good.

          Stories: You tell the panel about your racing days

          Surprise: You surprise the boys at a panel.

X-Men:

Originally posted by castlewyvern

One, Two or Three-Shots In Alphabetical Order by Character:

Alex Summers

          Nightmares: You comfort Alex after a nightmare.

Somebody Else Pt 4

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 5

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Smut, Angst, college AU

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

Warnings: Cheating, Explicit sexual content.

Summary: You had met Jungkook on a summer day at the age of 10,  at 12 you became best friends,  at 14 you had your first kiss,  at 15 you fell in love and at 16 you made love. You’ve never really knew what heartbreak was until at the age of 18 he broke your heart.

Inspired by Somebody else by the 1975.

A/N: Sorry if i have grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.

I wasn’t gonna post this today but here it is :)


You didn’t hear his almost inaudible whisper as he stroked your hair, hugging you closer to him “What am I going to do with you? You make me crazy”. You looked up to him, his strands of blonde hair matted in sweat pushed back. “That was amazing” you whispered.

“I know right? I was made for this” he cockily grinned. “Oh my god you are such a tease” you hit his chest and he grabs your hands as he places his finger against your lips. ”But I know you love it”. He says before he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth.


A week went by and all you could think about was Taehyung, his kisses, his very touch, his beautiful laughter, his silly way of being… he was the calm after the storm. But you couldn’t stop Jungkook’s name from crossing your mind at least once a day. Since the fight he had sent you dozens of texts, he even called you. But you had ignored each one of them. You had decided with Taehyung that you would keep your “relationship” secret for a while until you were ready to tell Jungkook. You really didn’t know what to tell Jungkook; “I like one of your best friends and I want to try to have a relationship with him?” You knew that wouldn’t work, you knew that the moment you would see Jungkook, the name Taehyung would disappear from your head. You knew that the moment you tried to leave Jungkook he would follow you and absorb you again, so strong was your attachment to him, so strong the name of Jeon Jungkook was buried in your heart.

A nocked sounded at your front door and you hurried to get out of the couch to open it,

You looked through the peephole of the door to meet a young man with blond hair, you smiled to yourself before opening the door with a smile on your face. “What are you doing here?” You asked.

Taehyung stood in front of the now open door with his characteristic grin. “I just wanted to see you” he replied; entering to your house with a long step to shorten the distance of your bodies. He cupped your cheeks in both of his hands and gently pressed his pink lips against yours. A feeling of calmness running through you right away; It was always like that with Taehyung, he managed to generate that effect in people; Tranquility.

You closed the door by pushing him against it, melting in the kiss deeper. If you were thinking about Jungkook just moments ago; that name was now in the depths of your head.

Taehyung was the first to separate his lips for air. “someone is anxious?” He chuckled softly. “Yah! You appeared out of nowhere in my apartment” you said blushing. "Speaking of which, what are you doing here seriously?”

“You didn’t want to see me?” He asked frowning, pretending to be hurt. “Firstly I really wanted to see you and … secondly there’s a party at Jackson’s tomorrow, you should go …” he said as he walked towards the sofa to sit on.

“Uh oh Jungkook will surely be there Tae, I’m not ready yet” Saying the name of your ex aloud still was hard and more with the man who was in front of you at the moment.

“Listen… I know Jungkook will be there, but this is an opportunity to show him that you are more than an object with which he can play and then throw away.” He stopped and then continued. “I’m not telling you to tell Jungkook about … our relationship” The last word came out in a sigh, the way he said it made you feel bad, you knew that Tae wanted to be with you officially, wanted to show everyone how happy he could make you, but it was not yet the time when Jungkook still fluttered in your mind. “Just go, take Minah with you, have some fun,” He finished smiling, giving you security.

“You’re right, I could have some fun after all…” you agreed with Taehyung that leaving your house wouldn’t do you so bad, you could always leave the party if you felt uncomfortable. “If you want to leave just send me a text and we’ll leave together, what do you think?” He said in a seductive voice, intending to continue what had happened a few minutes ago between you two.

That ended up convincing you; you had Minah and Tae if something went wrong. Maybe you wouldn’t even see Jungkook with the number of people who used to attend the parties of Jackson.

The reality was that Taehyung was everything you wanted to have after Jungkook broke up with you, someone who was there for you, who would listen to you, who would talk to you, distract you from the horrible thoughts that inhabited your mind. Since the black-haired young man left you, the only thing you could think of was that you weren’t good enough, beautiful enough or intelligent enough and that’s why he left you. You couldn’t help thinking that there was something wrong with you, that you had done something mistakenly, you still didn’t understand very well how fate had made you cross with a person as wonderful as Kim Taehyung, and how he had accepted you with his arms open even knowing how broken you were. There was more of Kim Taehyung than you knew.

Tae’s deep voice brought you back to the real world. “What are you thinking?” He asked and you looked at him in surprise. The question shocked you a little, pushing the thought to the back of your mind, hiding them, with your best smile you answered; “I was just thinking about what to wear tomorrow,” you lied.

“Ah, I do not care what you wear as long as you take it off for me.” He grinned and winked at you as you rolled your eyes at the comment but you couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you thinking about impure things already? What a slutty woman.”

“YAH! What are you saying!? You’re the one who was talking about taking off my clothes!” You replied by throwing yourself to him and hitting him on the chest with both hands.

Suddenly he grabbed you gently but strongly enough for you to not be able to move and turned you around, locking you on the couch with his legs “Or … you can take off your clothes now, I wouldn’t mind,” he said before kissing you roughly.

Here we go again.


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Puppy Love - Simon Minter

Originally posted by 5secondsof-leah

Pairing: Simon Minter (Miniminter) & Y/N
Words: 1.9k+
Warning(s): like maybe 2 swear words
Request/Summary: very cute best friend Simon, leading to something more?
A/N: This is like proper 14 year old cute shit but its cute I swear
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You and Simon had been friends since you were in nappy’s. Your parents having been friends for ages, therefore you were always destined to be friends.
You were best friends since you could play, both of you helping each other with things, him being very protective of you from the get go.
Even when he properly got into the YouTube thing with JJ, he would always spend time with you, away from his online career.
When he moved away to London things had got a bit harder, phone calls and facetimes the main way of communication in between him filming videos.
He came home relatively frequently, loving to see his family, his dog, you.
He was coming home this weekend, it had been a while since he’d been down, but he just wanted a break from YouTube and the stuff that came with it.

His mum had phoned you the night before, inviting you to their house for a small welcome home dinner.
You arrived at his house, knocking gently on it even though his parents always tell you to just come on in every time.
His mum answers the door, greeting you with a big smile and a warm hug, the homely smell of a warm dinner surrounding you.
She points at the living room door, making her way back into the kitchen where you could hear Simons dad pottering about.
You quietly open the door, popping your head in to see Simon lounging on the sofa, Herbie’s head on his lap, the TV on in front of him.
He glances up at you, expecting it to be one of his parents, but he does a double take when he saw you, a bright smile lighting up his face, getting quickly out of his seat to come hug you.
Your head fits perfectly into his chest, his arms snugly wrapped around your waist, his cheek resting on the top of your head.
He was wearing a pair of black shorts and an oversized grey hoodie, the familiar scent of his cologne surrounding your senses, relaxing you into his warm embrace.
He very gently rocks you back and forth, feeling your smile against his chest, cuddling properly into him and making up for the time that you haven’t seen him.
You were fully relaxed in his hold when you felt something trying to wiggle its way in between the both of you, the soft fur circling your legs.
You pull back with a giggle, seeing Herbie wagging his tail in between the two of you, looking up at you.
He turned around on the spot, hitting Simon in the legs with his bum and tail to fully turn to you, Simon letting out a disgruntled huff at how much his dog loved you.
You laughed, bending down to pat him on the head, your hands carding through his soft fur as he licked your cheek.
You stood up, sitting down beside Simon on the sofa, kicking your legs up beside his, his long arm covering the tops of your shoulders, his hand absentmindedly drawing little circles on your arm.
Herbie jumps up between you, moving in circles to get comfortable, somehow head butting Simon several times before setting his head on your lap.
You giggle at Simons annoyed face, holding his nose and checking that it wasn’t bleeding.
He pulled out his vlogging camera, pointing it at himself, a small portion of you in the edge of it.
“This is how much my dog hates me,” he said, pointing at his nose, “He headbutted me, just to then lay on y/n. And what does she do? Cuddle him. Unbelievable.”
You stifle a giggle, him pointing the camera so that you were more in frame, then down to Herbie who was almost falling asleep on your lap.

Simon’s viewers didn’t know you all that well. You didn’t live in London with them so you weren’t in that many videos. However, there were a few random games he played with you, and the one real life challenge he did with you, the comments on it not the nicest of things. Which lead him to turn them off on the videos that had you mainly on them.
In the vlogs he did at home he tried to mainly keep you out of them, the viewers not really liking how close the two of you were and he didn’t want to see you get upset because of stupid people on the internet. In most vlogs, you were just your legs in the background walking past or a small giggle at something stupid he was doing or your reflection in a window while you filmed for him.

You spent the night relaxing, having a lovely family meal, his brothers coming home for the night too.
You sat in the living room, watching TV all together, cuddled into Simons chest, his arm keeping you pulled against his warm chest.
His brothers decided to head home, both of them messing Simons hair up on the way out the door, giving you a light hug.
Soon after, his parents decide to go to bed, saying goodnight, hugging you both, his mum kissing you both on the head, beginning her speech about not staying up too late.
Simon sits and edits one of his videos, you sitting beside him, your head on his shoulder, watching how concentrated on editing he is.
You talk back and forth a bit but you can tell he’s not that engaged in the conversation.
You sit up, crossing your legs under you, pulling a blanket from the back of the sofa over you.
“You only see me once, maybe twice a month max and your sitting here editing?” you joke.
He turns to look at you, a small frown on his face. He saves all his work, turning off his computer fully.
“You know I was only joking, right? I don’t mind you working,” you say, scared that you might have annoyed him with your comment.
He turns to you properly, shaking his head, “You’re right,” he said quietly, opening his arms out for you to relax into them, hugging you into his chest, wrapping the cosy blanket around the both of you.

You sit and talk about things for hours. How YouTube is, how his friends are, how he is feeling really, away from the cheery YouTube version of himself, you convincing him to just take a break for a little bit, cut down on his work load because you could see how tired he was and just how stressed he was because he just wanted to please his viewers.
Your conversation eventually came onto relationships, an ever slightly touchy subject since Simon hated your boyfriend, or now, ex-boyfriend. Simon had made it very clear from the beginning that he didn’t like him, your then boyfriend reciprocating the feelings.
You told Simon that you were no longer together, a small smile making its way onto his lips. But it slowly faded when he saw the upset look on yours, anger seeping around the both of you when you told him how he treated you towards the end, and how you ended it when you found him in bed with another girl.
He pulls you into a proper hug, resting his hand on the back of your head to keep it cuddled into him, kissing you gently on the head.
He held you for a while, a peaceful silence coming around you. He looked down at you when he felt your breathing even out, seeing your eyes gently closed shut and your lips parted slightly, a blissful look on your face.
He turned everything off, gently lifting you up, carrying you up to his room, tucking you under the blankets, which wasn’t unusual from the number of sleepovers you had had together.
He crawled in beside you, covering the both of you properly with his soft blankets, wrapping a strong arm around your middle, placing a kiss on your head.
“Sweet dreams love,” he whispered, relaxing behind you, not knowing you were half awake when he did it, both of you cuddling until you fell asleep properly.

You woke up to Simon lying beside you, scrolling through Twitter.
He turned his head to face your moving figure, a smile making its way onto his face at your sleepy expression.
“Morning,” he says, overly cheery for your mood, a groan leaving your lips, your hand coming up to hit over his mouth.
He chuckled, reaching up and pressing your hand to his mouth firmer, kissing your palm before letting go, locking his phone and cuddling into you.
You cuddled all morning, having a proper in depth chat about things that had been happening.
“So we talked about my love life last night, what’s happening with yours?” you said, tracing shapes with your finger on his bare chest.
He let out a short laugh, “Absolutely nothing.”
“Come on Si, something has to be happening.”
“I mean obviously there are girls about but they’re not really that interesting to me. I haven’t had a proper girlfriend in years purely because of my schedule. I’m so busy all the time, especially with travelling and events, I wouldn’t want to make them feel like they’re second to my job.” He explains, running his fingers gently up your arm.
“But I think I’ve gotten to the stage where I want to find a girl to properly try things with. I’ve done all the cool fun parts with my friends, now I just want to do those cool fun parts with my partner.”
“Do you have your eye on anyone?” you ask casually.
He nods lightly, “I don’t think she likes me back though.”
“Can I ask who it is?” you ask, feeling his heartrate pick up immensely under your ear on his chest.
You hear a small “Fuck,” leave his mouth.
You hear another mumble, although you couldn’t really make it out what he was saying.
You sit up to look at him, asking him to repeat himself.
“You,” he says, a strong pink blush marking his cheeks, a steady procession of the word ‘shit’ leaving his mouth.
He grabbed the edge of the blanket, pulling it over his head when you didn’t say anything in reply.
You smile to yourself, gently lifting the blanket, seeing Simon with his eyes clenched shut, not wanting to see your reaction.
You pulled the blanket over both of your heads, your head coming closer to his, feeling his light breath on your face.
You traced your finger over his facial features, coming to rest on his jaw, leaning in to very softly connect your lips.
Although he’s surprised at first his lips move in sync with yours easily, his hand coming up to run through your hair, both of you smiling into the kiss, happy that you finally got what you had both wanted since you were young.
His hands gently rested on your waist as you kissed, a slow passionate kiss, making up for all the times you’ve wanted to do this but haven’t been able to.
You hear someone open the door to his room, a gasp leaving their lips as you come from under the covers, falling into his chest at how obvious  what you were just doing was.
Simon looks up to see his mum standing in the doorway, a smirk on her lips.

“It’s about time.”

The Persuasion Show

Written by Yours Truly, ask-sadisticdark. I have promised a story at 1,000 followers, and here we are! I am ever so glad that you all decided to remain with me, a blubbering and rambling mess of a Figment. Without further ado, here we begin.

WARNING: This story details a stressful situation with mild (very mild, only mentions of blood), mocking, and vulgar. If this does not appeal to you, I urge you to not complete this story. Thank you.


The night never used to effect you.

For some points in your life, you never even noticed the change of the day. The computer screen blaring its blue light right into your eyes made it hard to realize that at some point, sunlight failed to gleam its way past your window curtains. But things change.

And your fears changed with them.

Darkiplier’s return hadn’t struck you much when it first occurred. You had been excited and enthralled by the momentum of it all, but there was no true fear. But as it was said… things change. And things changed very drastically on one particular blustering, lonely night.

You remember it vividly. It was dark, the wind was crashing like tidal waves against the panels of your house, but you paid almost no mind to it. It’s desperate warning howls against cold and bitter air never seemed to register its way into your head. You were busy, far too busy, to listen. Instead, your attentions were eagerly set upon one particular youtube channel, and to one particular youtuber, who’s smile and stubble always seemed to burn a piece of you even brighter. Every time his video started, your entire body always relaxed. Every time his voice rolled from the speakers of your computer, you were already fixated.

“Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome-”

Another horrible gurgling sound of the wind smacking against the tree branches almost drowned out the sounds of Mark speaking. But you were determined to listen, you were an avid lover of the Subnautica series, after all. It started as usual, Mark had his character standing out into the empty abyss of the sea, looking towards the horizon and blabbering his thoughts about his loneliness and plans to rebuild a base somewhere deep underwater. And you loved every second of it. You loved his goofy childish fear of the creatures bellowing from beyond. You loved his ambitions and truest, deepest, desire to learn more about the secrets hidden bellow ocean waves.

That is when everything went horribly wrong.

It was about ten minutes into the video. Mark had his Seamoth floating into the endless chasms of the trenches of the deep, darkness surrounding him, eery music screeching beneath his words. There was an abrupt beeping sound that sounded much like a computer error note, and the youtube video was cut off, glitched into place in the midst of Mark’s opening mouth.

The sudden file that abruptly popped up in the center of your screen made you jerk in your seat. Leaning back after realizing how closely you had been leaning, your eyes stared upon the digital manila envelope that sat right smack in the middle of the youtube video, innocent but very, very odd. In bold black letters beneath the folder, it read

“Read Me.”

Instead of feeling fear, you scowled in annoyance. Damn bots and their malware. You quickly clicked away from the envelope, and it brought you back to the youtube screen, where you were able to begin the video again. In just mere moments, you completely forgot all about that strange, random digital file.

Mark’s humorous statements, and the surprising calm of the wind battering the window pane, caused you to begin relaxing again. When the loud bling sound arrived for the second time, only about five minutes after deleting the first file, you almost gave a gasp in surprise. The file, in all its small digital glory, popped back up onto the midst of the computer screen, sitting patiently, quietly, unassuming. But the words bellow had changed. In that same bold font, rigid and black, it read;

“I Said Read Me.”

This one caused your attention. This one, you could feel, caused for your stomach to awkwardly flutter in a mixture of nervous curiosity. This was definitely no malware, no bot had ever sent another message after being declined with such demand. Your hand on the mouse, suddenly becoming slightly slick, slowly pulled the cursor over the file, highlighting it in preparation to click. But you hesitated.

What if this absolutely fucked up your computer? Implanted a virus or some type of device to stalk you while you slept. You had heard of the stories before, those horrible nightmarish instances where someone was kidnapped by a freak viewing them from their computer screen…. But this felt… different. Somehow, this felt… safe. You had no explanation as to why, and you rarely ever trusted your judgement. But without another pause, you tapped the file to beckon it open.

The file disappeared, and into another quick moment, a blank empty page took its place, only taking up about half of the screen in a small rectangular shape. The page, in same bolded black, only read a few words.

“Mind Or Body?”

And beneath those words were two empty boxes, one with an M beside it, and the other with a B. They were waiting to be checked.

At this point, you were beyond puzzled. What did the question even mean? Was this some sort of advertisement? It couldn’t have been, advertisements were never ones to be mysterious. They immediately wanted you to know their name and they motives. This was just… bizarre.

“Mind Or Body?”

You removed your hand from the mouse, and slowly rubbed the cold and sweating fingertips of yours across your cheeks, desperately trying to understand what it was initially asking. Was it based off attraction? Perhaps that was it… intelligence or beauty, perhaps, was the underlying cause. You had to assume so, because it certainly wasn’t giving any further clues.

Your tongue clicked against the roof of your mouth, scowling in an attempted concentration as a slow breath drew from you. On top of trying to discover where this file had come from, and why, you were also trying to choose between the two options.

What did it matter, really anyway? What type of strange poll was this, and how did it affect anything?

In a fit of “I don’t care”, you wiggled your cursor across the screen before randomly choosing one of the options. You think you ended up clicking on Body, but you weren’t completely sure.

The page disappeared in a silent blink, leaving the canvas of the youtube page up to its fullest colors. But despite the eagerly awaiting adventures that were going to occur in the deep, you failed to start the video again. You merely stared, blankly, unseeing of the bold red outline of the webpage. You were too intensely in thought, and too intent on finding out what that file had exactly done to the likes of your computer.

You ran a malware check, a virus check, and a few treatment diagnostics, almost certain some type of disruption surely had made its way to the database. But, the computer seemed certain that all was well, as certain as it was that it couldn’t find the source of that file, or the history of its appearance.

Satisfied, only partially, that all was well, you shrugged off the experience and assumed that whatever poll you had just taken was going to some sort of research facility, somewhere in the world. A strange, mysterious, unknown facility, but a facility nonetheless. Your hand fell upon the mouse again, and you moved your cursor across the screen in order to reopen your page again.

You only got about half way.

The entirety of your screen froze, or at least, that’s what you could determine. No matter how aggressively you swiped your mice across your desk, around in circles, back and forth, zigzagging and cursing under your breath, the white little cursor simply remained stuck right in the center of your computer screen.

“Dammit you stupid lagging piece of trash.” Your voice growled in disdain as you lifted the mouse in your hand, beginning to twist it to check and see if anything had blocked off the sensors down bellow. It was then that the familiar, horribly familiar, bling from the computer resounded in your ears again.

Your eyes lifted back towards the computer before you, and there, in the center of the computer, directly bellow the cursor with the same cream manila envelope, was another file.

“View Me.”

You were unable to move the cursor in order to hover over the words, the entirety of your screen had obviously completely crashed. So, in one last effort, you pressed your finger against your enter button. The file glitched into uneven shreds, ditching across the screen as a scratching noise, like fuzz and screeching nails, echoed in your ears for a moment or so, before all was quiet again. Calmly, a much larger rectangle assumed its place, but it was empty, and black, and a small play button sat in the center. It was a video. It began playing with you urging it to start.

The scene it faded into caused the depths of your chest to rise into your throat.

The dark concrete room was barren, lacking substantial light and seeming to be aged and worn. Deep cracks were in the floor and wall that connected together. Dark stains, mud or… blood… or whatever else… were randomly splattered against the surface. You could almost smell the musky scent it most certainly wafted.

A man sat directly in the center, head drooped lowly, the black raven tresses of his hair cascading over half of his face. The chair he sat in was large, awkwardly large, metallic and rigid and surely not comfortable. You could see that his eyes were closed, but it lacked anything that would describe that he was peaceful. His hands were stuck awkwardly behind his back, elbows protruding outward enough to make you believe his wrists were most likely bound.

“Mark…” The words barely left you, your voice was having a difficult time being used. What in the hell was this? Why were you being shown something like this? What did it mean?

You were desperately attempting to process the horrid display, when suddenly they entirety of the scene jostled and wiggled, blurring the figure in front of you. Someone was adjusting the camera pointed in Mark’s direction.

“Mmmmm….” There was a light growling sound in the depth of an unknown figure’s throat, whoever was behind the scene. Behind the camera. Behind all of this mayhem you were looking upon. There was a few more seconds of jostling and incoherent muttering, before there was a loud click, and a sound of praise.

“There we are.” The voice was rich, flowing and gentle, almost calming if any different situation was occurring. A man, burly and tall, surprisingly pale, strode into the view of the camera.

You suddenly realized just how thirsty you were. All you ever wanted, at that moment, was a tall glass of water.

Dark turned himself around in order to burn his gaze into the camera lens, staring directly into you with a smile that arched unnaturally. His arms that lay at his sides swung out, beckoning in a gesture of prideful welcome.

“Lovelies, ladies and gentleman, one… and all. I am most pleased to find you here with me. Welcome, all of you, to my first ever, official, Darkiplier episode.” Dark clapped his hands together and hugged them close to his chest, snickering and smiling in a giddy fashion.

“It took quite a bit of effort, I must admit. Days worth of planning, aggravation, sweat and tears and blood, quite literally, in order to make this possible. I set up the scene, of course, with the skills that I wield. But the final piece, the final push to truly… get this episode rolling, was something I required from you.”

Dark stood directly in front of Mark’s body, who remained unmoving, locked in some type of trance, or fretful sleep, looking like a long passed mannequin. Dark didn’t even seem to notice Mark’s existence, his entire attentions focused to the screen, and he continued talking.

“All of you received a poll, just minutes ago. The question, as I’m sure you all can recall, was ‘Mind or Body?’ Did any of you ponder what this may entail? Hmm? Did any of you suspect any ill will when you responded? Well, whatever curiosity you have faced in these last few moments, my friends, it will finally be quenched. Your responses determined the actions that will be bestowed upon my perfect little subject here with me, today. Some of you may know him from his video channel, some of you may have no recognition of him. I simply call him Mark.”

Dark stepped to the side only slightly, and twisted his shoulders to show off the shadowed figure of poor empty Mark, hanging in his seat.

“Perhaps ‘The Little Wench Who Ruined My Existence’ would suffice as a more suitable nickname, however. Don’t you agree, Mark?”

After another pause, he turned back, and jerked his hands against the hem of his vest, straining the fabric. He continued as if he hadn’t interacted with the unconscious man at all. As he did, his smile shifted, only slightly, something laying beneath his skin that grew darker, less friendly. He seemed to be staring directly into you, and you alone.

“Some of you may believe that this is for Mark alone. But you would assume incorrectly. Don’t you see? I tried to play nicely. I tried to be the wonderful, perfect Figment they all assumed me to be. But still… you doubted. Adoration turned into comfortableness. You all became fearless of me. You sought me out because you thought I was fUnnY, OR cuTE, or soMEtHING to brINg you AMUsemenT. You all believe that I am…. am incapable….. of what I KNOW…. I can do. You all believe that I am weak, pathetic, and that I am simply some… imagination. Some… tHinG. Well… I am here to remind you, Lovelies, that I am not some wandering decision. I am a concrete REALITY. And now… well… I will prove. What I. Am capable of.”


TO BE CONTINUED?


Oops! I may have not completely fulfilled my promise. Did I fail to mention I would only be providing HALF of the story at 1,000 followers? How disappointing. It must have slipped my mind.

Do you desire part two? Perhaps I will continue at 1,500. Or perhaps not. We’ll see where the wind takes me.

My Impressions of the Types

These are based solely on my experiences. They turned out a little more negative than I intended, since I’m not great at expanding on the positives. I love all the types, so focus on the good parts please lol. Also included: advice for each type.

ENTP

We’ll start here, because this is me. I don’t actually know a whole lot of other ENTPs, at least not very closely right now in my life. The ones I do know I get along very well with. They’re funny and it’s always great getting into discussions about random things. Tbh tho ENTPs are kind of 50/50 hit or miss with their Fe. Ones that have healthy Fe are all around wonderful to be around; they’re fun, engaging, and nice. Ones that lack healthy Fe sometimes act weird just to get attention or will say some pretty insensitive things. Most are pretty awkward though, in one way or another. It’s hard to break past the acquaintance barrier unless they’re actively trying to befriend you. My advice: work on socializing and figuring out what to say and also not sucking at being organized (I’m working on these too lol)

INTP

INTPs are really similar to ENTPs, just quieter and awkward in a different way. I love them to death though. The ones I’ve met are really great people and always have some funny remark or interesting insight on anything. The one I’m closest with right now is a little bit dependent socially, so I feel kind of tied to them at social gatherings. Oh wait there was this one other one I knew a while ago who’s a huge jerk, and rejected anything good about others. My advice: open up a little more. You’re great, people will love you if you give them the chance (unless you’re an edgy jerk, then work on being a decent person, then open up, but that’s probably not you).

ESTP

I love ESTPs they’re so fun. As an Ne-dom though, it’s sometimes hard to relate to them, as abstract discussion is much more interesting for me than for them. Also, I find that every single ESTP is into some combination of sports, cameras, and cars (or for the 1% that don’t fit any of those, try music or video games). As long as you know something about each of those, you’ll be able to have some sort of conversation/hang out with any ESTP. Many are prone to doing really stupid things though (at least the male ones I know) and will probably die someday in a silly stunt. Overall, super chill people. My advice: Don’t do anything too stupid. Always calculate your risks.

ISTP

I don’t know too many ISTPs very well. But the ones I do know, I very much enjoy hanging out with. As an ENTP, I love their strong Ti. It’s so fun to dissect things in conversation with them. They sometimes will also suffer from Edgy Jerk Syndrome like INTPs, but if not, they’re very likeable. They’re also really chill, like ESTPs, but in an even more laid-back way. Unless you’re annoying, then they will not be chill at you at all. My advice: Be nice to people, and keep doing you.

ENFP

Oh dear where do I begin? My 13 y/o brother and my dad are ENFPs and as far as I can remember I’ve had an ENFP best friend/sidekick. My current best friend is an ENFP and he’s great and I love him but also I hate him. My dad is such an incredibly extraverted person if we’re outside the house. He will talk to literally anyone about basically anything. Now that I think about it, my brother is the most exaggerated form I can think of of each of his function (except inf Si). His Ne is literally insane. Ne: For the past few weeks he’s been singing/screaming about “chickensquids” to the tune of any song he can think of (and he loves memes). Fi: Ohhh boy has this kid got some not-so-healthy-Fi. He always has to have his way or he starts yelling. He doesn’t care much for what others want and will make some selfish decisions like all the time. (But when he’s not he is a really fun person to be around). Te: When he wants something, he will create a specific plan for how he wants it and he will Execute. I need $60 for this new game? If mom and dad pay me $10 an hour for doing chores, I need to do exactly six hours of dishes, vacuuming, etc. and I can have this game by 4:00 today. But other than that he will not lift a finger of work. My best friend though, I love him, we’re very similar people. Our Ne is always in-sync. He knows about MBTI in-depth too, so he’s worked on polishing up his Te and making sure his Fi thinks about other people. And he just keeps better too. I’m real grateful to have him around because I’d be so bored without him. He’s a lil dramatic sometimes but that’s okay. So… overall ENFPs are real social and fun but can be a pain in the butt if they don’t get their way. My advice: Remember that there’s more to life than just you having fun.

INFP

I’ve mistyped a good (ISTJ) friend of mine as an INFP for a long time and it’s been a while since I’ve actually interacted with INFPs regularly so writing this one might require a little more thought and digging through my inf-Si haha. In my experience INFPs are pretty 50/50 too: they’ll either be super sweet and quiet, or very strongly-opinionated individuals with a bit of a wild side, which will especially come out once you get close to them. The latter are truthfully a prime example of my (not-to-be-taken-very-seriously) saying of “Feelers have no chill.” My advice: Idek you probably wouldn’t follow it anyway

ESFP

I have a love/hate relationship with ESFPs. Two of my good friends in my recent high school years were ESFPs and they were quite different but with significant similarities. Let’s start with similarities: Probably the most fun people you will ever meet. They love dancing and are always fun to be around. Unless they’re in a bad mood. Differences: ESFP 1: Probably the most outgoing person I’ve ever met (even more than my aforementioned ENFP Dad). He was a huge mess with girls tho. Everyone was in love with him and he’d be absolutely in love with a girl one week, and then drop her and be into another the next week. He hurt a lot of people’s feelings and was kind of a huge inconsiderate jerk. Also, a bit of a pathological liar and would find out people’s secrets and then broadcast them to the world. Idek why we hung out with him so much. It’s kinda weird how he managed to be so charming yet so inconsiderate. When in a bad mood, he wouldn’t say anything or look at anyone, but you could see the fire in his eyes. ESFP 2: Very opinionated social activist and lead actor in like all of our productions. He’s much less outgoing, but was still really fun to hang out with. He disliked a lot of people and would get annoyed by little things. I wasn’t around him too much outside of school, but I know he partied hard, but wasn’t openly a huge stoner like some people are. My advice: CHILL.

ISFP

I’m not too familiar with many ISFPs, but they’re all pretty quiet. Basically the same as the second kind of INFP but typically have some specific thing they’re really into: theater, drawing, sports, music. They tend to not like most people as well. My advice: tbh same as INFP.

ENTJ

I don’t know any ENTJs. Where are they? Advice: Show yourself

INTJ

Are NTJs even real? Are they a myth? Are we human? Or are we dancer? (Sorry idk I’m a meme). I see tons of people typed as INTJs online but I suspect a lot of them are not what they think they are. They’re rare types, we can’t all be INxJs. (So rare that I know none.) Advice: Read up on functions in-depth, if you’re not suuuuper well acquainted. Make sure you’re 100% an INTJ. (Inb4 people offended I’m questioning their type)

ESTJ

ESTJs have a pretty wide spectrum from pretty chill to pretty stereotypically Te. My main ESTJ is literally Dwight from The Office sometimes. The most stereotypical ESTJ you can think of. He ran track and Cross Country (not that it’s stereotypical but an interesting detail) and was always leading Boy Scouts projects and events. Very quick to direct people and give orders. He was really into superheroes though. He also memorized thousands of bad jokes, one-liners, and puns that I heard so many times over again over the eight years of knowing him. Prone to getting slightly physical when angry. His dad is a huge ESTJ too, who knew every practical skill you can think of. He was a church/scouts leader of ours and has a lot of knowledge in so many different topics. He was in the navy and is now an ironworker. Such a great storyteller and always the center of attention. He’s actually a very funny person and puts up a bit of a mean facade, but really has a heart of gold under it all and everyone knows it (but he does intimidate younger kids occasionally when he comes across too strong). Another ESTJ church/scouts leader I know is super chill and hangs out like one of us kids a lot of the time at events. Also a great storyteller. My advice: No you give me advice. How are you so organized and straightforward? Real advice: Let other people be themselves and handle their own life.

ISTJ

Most of my ISTJs I had previously mistyped as other things, so this one will take some thought like INFP. ISTJs are mostly all really nice people that I love to be around. A good friend of mine in high school was so much of that that I was positive she was an ESFJ. Another I thought was an INFP for a long time. ISTJs will always put the group first, and almost seem like they have Fe most of the time, with exceptions of course. One ISTJ I know was THE MOST STEREOTYPICAL STJ POSSIBLE. He was a 50-60 year old Boy Scout leader and EVERYTHING has to be by the book and by the rules with no exceptions. There will be no fooling around when he is there. One time at a Fourth of July social event he gathered up a bunch of kids and told a very boring, ridiculously long story about something in American history. (I just walked away after two minutes. I’m there to have fun, not hear a boring story.) My ENFP best friend’s parents are both ISTJs so that makes for an interesting family dynamic. Si-doms will also talk and talk and talk. The one I thought was an INFP, my closest ISTJ friend, will go on forever about computers. He loves computer programming and suggests to anyone that they study it because “it’s a growing field and it’s very secure with lots of options. And it’s a very useful skill” (not an exact quote, but he says things like it very often). My advice: Make sure people are interested when you talk about the same thing for long periods of time. Give them space to also give responses of a decent length. And not everything needs to be fully planned out. Go with the flow.

ENFJ

I don’t know too many people of this type very well (he says for the the thirtieth time), but those who I suspect to be ENFJs are all very likeable people. They’re social and kind, but not overbearingly so. Just the right amount that they know what to say but they typically don’t talk too much. My advice: Keep doin you.

INFJ

What’s an INFJ?… Actually when I was writing the ENFJ section I realized someone I previously typed as one is probs an INFJ so… Yeah same as ENFJ, really. But also see INTJs above. My advice: see INTJ and/or ENFJ

ESFJ

I know so many ESFJs. Honestly, I bet everyone does. This section doesn’t really feel needed because you could just go literally anywhere with people and find twelve. I love ESFJs though, they’re one of my favorite types on average because they always make you feel welcome (unless they hate you). ESFJs are either really nice and sweet or need to chug a bottle of chill pills (figuratively. I’m not advocating drug use) or both, depending on the day. Also, kinda unrelated but I love how mom ESFJs increase their mom-mess by about 300% whenever there are people over. There is about a 70% chance that the house will be clean and a 100% chance food will be offered, much higher than the average levels. ESFJs are also very susceptible to Feelers Have No Chill™. My advice: Chill. Keep doin you tho, just don’t stress so much. And stop gossiping, for the love of all that is good in this world. ESFJs will always, without fail, say “ugh I hate drama/gossip” and then proceed to gossip for three hours and cause drama. (ExFPs do this too).

ISFJ

I love ISFJs (again I’ve said this for like every type lol). My little brother is one, as well as a number of other friends and some church/scout leaders. They are so considerate and kind. Sometimes too considerate though, for example, an ISFJ friend of mine worries about offending someone or saying something rude at every turn when they weren’t doing anything of the sort. Apologizing too much. One ISFJ I know will end up sharing a lot of their feelings or whatever and then say to themselves “Okay, (ISFJ), it’s time to stop oversharing. Nobody wants to hear about your issues” and give a nervous laugh. ISFJs are really smart too like a lot of the ones I know have some rock-solid tert-Ti (not to say that Ti is a measure of intelligence or that Ti=smart, but like… You get what I’m saying). Honestly, I feel like some ISFJ stereotypes are the most accurate of any MBTI stereotypes. The first time I met one ISFJ I know was at a pool party and they just made brownies to bring and share and I’m pretty sure that was the only food there. My advice: Don’t worry so much (about anything, i mean this in every sense of the word). See also ISTJ.

The Tiniest Grayson

GUESS WHO IS APPARENTLY ON A MASSIVE BABY & GRANDPA BRUCE KICK.

IT’S ME. I blame @fuyunoakegata for this one :)

Gen, 800ish words, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, a Baby:

Bruce Wayne had been in Dick’s apartment for all of five minutes and already felt terribly out of his depth. He was not a stranger to psychological phenomenon and had conditioned himself to resist a lot of automatic reactions, or suppress them.

But standing in the living room watching Dick hold a baby– an impossibly tiny baby– he was overwhelmed by a flood of reactions he hadn’t braced himself to fight off. Despite not considering himself a sentimental person, he did actually have a moment where he remembered the first night he’d brought Dick home.

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part one // part two // part three // part four


part four

Alex took your hand, squeezed it gently. “I missed hearing your voice.” 

You nodded, smiling a little. He shot you a glare.

“(Y/N).” 

You raised your eyebrows in a curious expression. What? What’s wrong? Your face seemed to say. Your smile was coy and playful, but Alex wasn’t having it. Alex shoved you, almost knocking you off of the couch. 

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Something Worth Fighting For- 5

Summary: You’ve just begun to settle into life as an Avenger when a mission gone awry divides the team in half, and a familiar face shows up just in time to make you second guess your every choice. Third installment of the Worth Fighting For Series

Words: 2293

Warnings: Language, as always. Canon violence.

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“So, you like cats?”

Wedged in the back seat of the van, you stared hard at the floor at your shoes. Sam on your right, Steve on your left, you were trying to ignore the deep sense of dread bubbling in your stomach. Jaw clenched tight, you were unaware of their bickering as the van rocked back and forth, toward your destination. Where, you weren’t sure. Prison, if you were lucky.

“How long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?” T’Challa’s voice rang in the back of your head, his voice quiet but so loud inside your head.

“Hey.” Steve’s voice was soft in your ear and he nudged you with his shoulder, trying to get your attention. “What you did back there…”

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Shield-maiden Within

Summary: Reader is a Saxon woman who doesn’t like the whole ‘a woman can’t do what men do’ thing and so she runs away… with the vikings, and Bjorn trains her.

Characters: Reader, Bjorn Ironside, Ragnar Lothrbrok, Floki

Fandom: Vikings

Word Count: 1936

Disney Movie Writing Challenge, @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen 

AN: I think this is the longest thing I have ever written but I hope you guys still like it even thought the ending is crap…

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A Blue Prince To Own, Chapter 2

“Lance, you won’t be needed for this mission in particular. You should train today while the others fulfill their duties.”

That’s what the princess said three hours ago when I woke up to the others being gone. I promised I would, but I don’t have the energy, really. I don’t have the energy for a lot of things. I just want to go take naps in Blue’s cockpit all the time. I’ve just been stretching the entire time, pretending to get warmed up for something cool every time Allura or Coran passes by.

But, I can’t do anything cool. I’ve never been too physically gifted besides being bendy and stretchy as hell, other than that I have nothing. I’ve been getting my ass kicked in friendly sibling wrestling for years and getting my ass kicked by people at school even more often. I’m not going to lie and say I was completely a victim, I’ve got a mouth on me, everyone knows it. Hunk’s usually the only one who can stop me from saying stupid crap because he’s not as grossed out when I lick his hand.

Really, I wish I could trade my flexibility for some muscle because I’m kind of sick and tired of being a wimp. I’ve always been a skinny guy and I’ve accepted that it doesn’t really matter how much I train, it’s just the way my body is. Skinny applies even more now that I’m growing like a weary dog that’s too depressed to eat. Don’t get me wrong, food is great. I’m just losing the will to get it from the plate to my mouth everyday. I wish my armor would just slink off of me and clank loudly to the pristine white floor so that maybe someone would look over and realize I’m decaying.

Maybe I’m being dramatic, I think as I slide into full split and lean forward apathetically. When I sigh it feels like I’m breathing out my life. As soon as Allura and Coran stop walking past the training deck to make sure I’m not goofing off, I grab a pillow and my jacket and book it to Blue. I may not be able to fight off a hunkering monster or a bulky soldier, but damn I can run. I’ve been running all my life, really. That sounds dark. It is.

It takes a little longer to fall asleep because I’m so restlessly exhausted, but I’m determined. I get there, eventually. I haven’t had dreams in a while, I’m kind of thankful. I don’t have to dream of how my family’s getting on, thinking I’m dead, or if they think I just stopped responding to their emails and letters. It’s just like the Garrison to cover up their mistakes, namely in letting three cadets and a dropout steal their Shiro, by saying some shit like we ran away out of rebellion or not saying anything at all. Telling the teachers and students we all were expelled and leaving the parents a wreck.

So, yeah, I’m eager not to dream. But, I do dream. And it’s a painful one. I’m under the water, blinking up at the surface, unable to reach there. I’m trying to keep stale oxygen as it expires in my lungs, but the pressure is beginning to wretch my mouth open. A big bubble escapes and floats to the surface, so now I’m choking but when my gaze follows it, I spot everyone up there, floating ; Hunk, Allura, Pidge, Keith, Shiro, Matt, even Slav.

I’m being yanked to the depths, there’s chains on my wrists, ankles. They’re so heavy. I’m sinking, sinking, sinking. Everyone’s up there laughing, I just can’t reach them. Eventually, I can’t help it and I let out my air in one motion. I’m struggling so hard to scream with everything I have, but I can’t breathe. They’re… they’re so happy without me. They’re smiling. They’re happy. Maybe… this is how it’s meant to be. I… I give up. I let myself sink like the dead weight I am. I take a lungful of water. I prepare to die.

I jolt awake with a small electric current pulsing through my body and the sound of Blue’s panicked voice echoing, explaining that I started choking in my sleep and that she freaked and woke me up.

“I’m fine,” I gasp, clutching my chest over my thundering heart, “fine, just… I had a bad dream, but I’m okay.”

As if on cue, Lotor appears on the holo screen, looking significantly casual as apposed to his royal finery from before. His white hair is in a messy top bun, there’s glasses perched on his nose and he’s wearing a thick white turtleneck. He looks softer this way. I… can’t help but think he’s rather cute in this light.

“Greetings and Salutations, my Lance! It is I, Prince Lotor, heir to the Galra empire!” He announces in his overzealous way.

I wipe the sleep from my eyes and smile at him. “Are you always going to say that when we speak, Princey?”

“Indefinitely, my Lance!” His brows furrow and he gets a rather serious look about him. “Though, I come with important questions. My source of information has informed me that you were not with your team on the latest mission. Might you explain why? Have you fallen ill? Are you injured?”

My smile falters. Of course he would innocently ask about the missed mission ordeal, though it only seems to matter to me. “Yeah, I’m… a little sick in the head. But, they just left while I was asleep because they didn’t want me there. I… get in the way. Pretty useless, haha.”

I pull my knees up to my chest and when I look back up, the Galra’s expression is positively murderous, rivaling even Keith’s default expression. A hard feat to surpass, my man.

“Anyone who should think you are useless is unwise, my Lance. You are precious and your body should only be lavished with the finest of silks, only touched with the most delicate of hands and the softest of lips, you should be protected like a jewel. Kept happy and loved with me for the rest of eternity. Never exposed to the inadequacies of a universe that would take for advantage and abuse you. Happy forever, with me. Owned by me, my Lance. I should be the only one you need until we both reach our end.”

“That’s… that sounds so nice.“ In the back of my mind, I know that he is delusional with something he thinks is love. I know that I should remind him love is not obsession, that I can’t be owned, that I will do whatever I want with whoever I want, but my heart aches so bad. I know somewhere he’s reached me at my lowest possible point, when I am weak and powerless emotionally and mentally. He has the upper hand because I am not strong and I reach for him. “I want to be happy.” There’s a flood of tears behind my eyes. In an uncaring world, he’s spouting nonsense, but it’s a beautiful nonsense that I want so much more of. “I’m so sad all the time.” I’m crying now, shaking. “Please, I just - anything, anything to not be here, they hate me, I’m so worthless here, I - ”

There’s a rippling growl that comes from the screen. When he snarls, his teeth are all sharp and flat. Not like most Galra. I should be so afraid, but the apathy from everyone ignoring me is seeping in. He doesn’t scare me when he should. Maybe it’s the space between us that’s made me fearless. “Soon, you will be mine, gorgeous Blue Prince. We will rule together. We will be unstoppable. I’ll never let anyone make you feel so unhappy again. I’ll never let them get close enough. I will own you, Blue Prince.”

The dark possessiveness is so hypnotizing. I’m addicted to the relaxed happiness he gives me, the feeling of security, the feeling of reaching the surface of the ocean I’m drowning in. Fat tears are dripping off my chin. I’m tired of holding everything inside, of being second best, a seventh wheel, a mistake. I want to be someone’s Blue Prince, I like the sound of it. I’m tired of crying alone in the shower late at night when I can’t hold it all in anymore. I’m tired of dragging my nails down my face when my depression is violent, I’m tired of this sadness sucking me so dry.

The connection times out. I fall asleep again and Blue shocks me awake again, telling me that the others are back from their mission. So, I drag my feet to the central controls and find everyone at their stations, working, except for Hunk. He’s playing a video game on some platform Pidge must’ve fixed up. Maybe… he’ll want to hang later?

“How’d the mission go?” I ask, collapsing into my own station and drawing my hood down.

“It went surprisingly well, Lance.” Shiro responds airily. “Thanks for asking.”

I smile faintly. Hey, at least they were doing good without me. I’m glad that… I’m glad to see the team is fine if I ever happen to… go.

“Did you do anything useful today?” Keith asks from where he’s cleaning his knife.

He wants me to get mad. He’s provoking me. He thinks I’m stupid. Is he that far off? I’m too empty to even take the bait like I’m supposed to. “I trained for a few, then chilled with my girl, Blue. Almost got electrocuted, super dangerous stuff.”

“Yeah, well, I asked if you did something useful.” He mutters in response. What the hell is his damage?

I throw my head back, grin cockily. “I get that you’re jealous that I’m much better than you at piloting and combat, but you don’t have to be a dick about it, Keithy boy. One day, you might be as great as me.”

“Please, I’ll remind you that you were a cargo pilot and you look like you weigh ten pounds. I wound crush you in hand to hand combat. In fact, you would fall into my fist before I could ever throw a punch.”

“Dang, you Galra just never wanna play fair. Reminder, I punched Sendak and saved - ”

“Lance, stop starting a fight.”

Of course. That’s Shiro’s Reprimanding Voice™. Most commonly directed at me. I’m just a burden to them. Lotor might think I’m worthy of his obsession, but they don’t even think I’m worthy to stand beside them as equals. Everything is my fault all the time. I’m not even worthy enough to point out our leader’s bias towards his precious, gifted cowboy.

“Sorry, Shiro. I just…” Why can’t I fight beside you guys? Why do I mess up all the time? Why is some delusional Galra Prince the only one who seems to care about me? Why… why can’t I just go with him since I’m so unwanted here?

“Yeah, well that’s no reason to come in here and provoke. Just…” He sighs. I’m sorry. I feel like crying. God, I’m such a pussy. “Try and be a little less - ”

“Less Lanceish. Got it, my dude.” I send him double finger guns and a wink before getting up and making some excuse like I have to go clean Blue (which I do, but that’s not what I’m doing) so I can flee to my room. I fall face first into my bed.

Shiro, believe me, if I could be less Lance, I would.

Chapter 3: https://langst-mccpain.tumblr.com/post/163260781795/a-blue-prince-to-own-chapter-3

Date #7 (M)

Author’s Note: Recently, I’ve been struggling with my writing and each time I read a scenario from these awesome writers on here, I go, “damn, why do I even bother” because let’s be real, I’ll just be one less shitty writer that stops writing because she sucks socks. Writer’s block hit me real bad and I considered looking for another thing to love like, sports or something lol. 

Which is why I’m dedicating this scenario to Rys @optosomnio (surprise ayy) who’s been really encouraging and sent me a bunch of prompt/quote blogs to help me get over the problem. And I got my muse back mostly because of the countless prompts and quotes I went through and this scenario happened. Also ily rys <3


Jeon Jungkook. 4 641 words. Fluff + M for implied smut.

❝ Tired of waking up in strangers’ bed every morning or leaving at an ungodly hour to wonder the streets, Jungkook comes to you with an irresistible proposition; “So date me. I can make you forget about Taehyung and you can help me understand what it’s like to be in a committed relationship for once ─seven dates, just seven dates.”❞


You’re not quite sure why, when Jungkook, clad in black skinny jeans, denim jacket over plain white t-shirt that does a generous amount of justice to his chiseled chest and side parted dark locks that makes him more attractive in your eyes, approaches you with a smile that oozes confidence, borderline smugness and emanates the sweet scent of trouble ─a surge of warmth sweeps through you and makes home in every crevice of your heart, definitely lacking the usual eye roll or inquisitive, faux ignorant, arch of brow.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay.” He whispers from next to you, voice so velvety, brushing your skin like divine satin.

“First off, no pet names. Second off, I must be crazy for agreeing to this, Jeon Jungkook what have you done to me?” You sigh, exasperated.

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alright so i know i ought to take a break for the sake of my own health at this point (and by health i mean skincare cause yall give me acne) but i’m terrible at shutting up. so one last thing:

the fact that the majority of you seem to think that me speaking out against the bullshit and micro-aggressive behavior black girls like me have to face in this fandom is simply more ammo to ‘defend yourself against’ in this stupid ship war is truly hilarious, but also infuriating.

me saying that kallura is not the worst thing in the world is me defending ALLURA, my favorite character in this show, first and foremost.

princess allura is a black girl character unlike one i have ever seen in mainstream media before.

~ i go into detail about that here and this same topic was even discussed in a ‘black girl nerds’ article here 

but anyone who knows me, and follows my other sideblog fuckin knows that i’d been hoping to see keith and lance be happy boyfriends in a wholesome and romantic relationship on screen since before this fandom could decide on a ship name for them. i’m fuckin GAY, you weirdos. no duh i understand how groundbreaking klance being canon would be. it’d mean the sun and the moon to non-straight people of color everywhere, including my own damn self.

but the fact is that this fandom took the wonderful concept that is “klance” and perverted it and toxified it AND have been using faux progressive arguments to use this ship as a reason to shit on allura — who again, is a character that means a lot to black and brown girls in this fandom for myriads of reasons. so yes, fuck all of you from the bottom of my gay black girl heart 💞 !!

and i don’t speak for any other black girl but myself, so if you’re mad about this perspective take it up with me, you cowards. don’t bother any other black girls in this fandom, my inbox is open.

kallura may never be canon. who fuckin knows. who fuckin cares. neither will some of the few truly wholesome ships in this hell fandom like hunk x keith or hunk x lance or nyma x shay. does it really fuckin matter? as long as the ship isn’t normalizing abuse or pedophilia, let people ship what they want. god.

and no, kallura is not toxic, you guys can’t even decide why you hate it. and that’s exactly what this post is about.

i defend kallura occasionally on this blog solely because this is an ALLURA BLOG. and kallura is the one ship involving allura that actually has some potential to happen on screen. if you want to reduce everything i say as me participating in your dumbass ship war, then go ahead. i couldn’t spare one fuck.

anyway. popular anti-kallura arguments and my response to them all under the cut. all in one tidy text post for easy consumption — screencaps included cause i’m a perfectionist and i want all my posts to look nice ^^

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PENETRATORS SQUAD IMAGINE (pt 6)

Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrator Russ bus.

Author’s note: HEY IT’S HERE, DON’T NEED TO HATE ME ANYMORE. Once more time I need to tell you guys how grateful I’m for having Alyssa as my beta writer! Please, please, go to her page @imyourliquor-youremypoison and tell her how much you’re thankful for making me suck less. And about the fic, it’s coming to an end guys :) THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD. You guys are the best! ♥ my ask is always open to hear about what you guys think.

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