it was hard to narrow it down but yeah


Title: Arguments & Ice Cream

Tom and Y/N are arguing a lot since he doesn’t have enough time for her. Therfore she spends more and more time with Harrison, much to Tom’s dislike.

Words: ~ 1800

Mentions of Sex


I sat on the couch zapping through the channels and letting out a sigh. Grabbing the TV paper, I let myself fall back against the backrest before checking the program. “Tom?”, I called out for my boyfriend but I got no response. “Tom, which movie do you want to watch tonight?”

Still getting no response, I stood up and entered our bedroom. “Tom, where are you?”, my voice was loud, probably loud enough for our neighbours to hear.
“I’m here, darling!”, I heard his voice and turned around, heading for the bathroom. His head popped out of the door frame, his eyes curiously looking at me.

“What’s the matter?”, he wanted to know before I entered the bathroom. And then came the moment I realised he wasn’t wearing a shirt.
There was a moment of silence and a grin on his face while my eyes swiftly gazed over his abs-covered abdomen and I leaned against the door frame.
“Um, I just… eh, I wanted to know which movie we’re going to watch tonight?”, I asked him before my eyes nervously met his. I hated it when I got flustered around him. It’s just that I didn’t expect him to be shirtless!

“I told you I can’t tonight.”, the brunet boy sighed, the smile vanishing from his face.
“What? But it’s movie night…”, I pouted, knowing that he couldn’t resist my puppy face. “I know, I know…”, he breathed, his gaze going to the ground.
“And you didn’t tell me.”, I grumbled before I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
“Yes, I did! I got this thing tonight. It’s nothing big but…”, he began before I finished his sentence with an annoyed tone in my voice, “more important than movie night. I get it.”

I lightly pushed myself from the door frame, ready to think about another lonely evening but Tom stood in front of me, grabbing my wrists and placing my hands on his sides before wrapping his arms around me.
The look in his brown eyes was as soft as his hot skin and a few strands fell on his forehead before he spoke up, “I’m gonna take a shower. And I think you should join me.”
An annoyed scoff escaped my lips before his lips collided with mine in a passionate kiss which I couldn’t help but return. I was mad at him! But resisting him was simply impossible…
His lips quickly wandered to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and my face blushed while my body slowly melted into his form.
“It has been weeks…”, he whispered softly, his lips brushing over my ear while his hands caressed my hips. Yeah, somehow we didn’t have a lot of time for that since he’d been busy all the time.

With his teeth grazing over my skin and his hips pressed against mine it was incredibly hard not to moan but I managed to push him away from me slowly, my body instantly aching for his touch. “Tom, you should get ready for your thing.”, I mumbled, noticing disappointment in his eyes.
“Did you just air quote me?”, he scoffed after he completely let go of me, his eyebrows narrowing. “Yeah, I did.”, I shrugged before I headed towards the bedroom. “Whatever…”, I heard him say under his breath, making my mood fall even more.

Laying down on my side of the bed and grabbing the book I was currently reading, I let out I sigh I didn’t know I was holding.
I only heard that Tom was showering but decided to ignore the guilty feeling inside my chest. It wasn’t his fault that he was away so much… but I was so mad in that moment.
Quickly getting lost in the lines of my book, time went by pretty fast and soon my half naked boyfriend entered the room without looking at me and stood in front of the closet.

I glanced over my book, our eyes meeting through the mirror and I quickly turned my attention back to my pages.
But I had to look again, watching his shoulder blades getting covered by a white shirt and his legs by dark pants before he put on a matching jacket. Watching him putting on clothes was at least as entertaining as watching him taking them off.

He hesitated when he wanted to choose a tie, which was always my thing to do. Suddenly he stood in front of the mirror wrapping his tie around his neck and pretty soon I realised that it was my favourite, black tie with the light stripes.
Our eyes met again and I looked at my book again, acting as if nothing had happened.

The tension between us was raising with every second that passed.
“Do you expect me to stay or why are you giving me the silent treatment?”, he suddenly said, turning around to face me.
“I just can’t believe you leave me again. It’s movie night!”, I exclaimed, smashing my book on the nightstand before standing up, “And it’s not the first time you do this. I’m just pissed off that I’m always looking forward to be with you and then you ditch me.”
“I’m not ditching you!”, he objected, his fingers running through his hair, “They want me to be there, so I am there. Y/N, it’s my job. That’s what I do!”
“Yeah, but you just told me that you can’t tonight. You could’ve told me a couple of days ago!”, I grumbled, crossing my arms in front my chest.

“I told you on Wednesday!”
“No, you didn’t!”
“Yes, I did!”

A frustrated groan escaped his lips before he turned around and left our bedroom. I followed him, ready to continue our argument but he went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I let myself fall onto the couch, taking a deep breath. We had been arguing a lot lately. And I just wanted things to be easy again…

I was too busy staring at the plant next to the TV that I didn’t notice Tom approaching me from behind. “I’m going to go, now.”, he stated before touching my shoulder lightly.
And it hurt. Not physically but mentally… knowing that he was leaving me again.
“Yeah, have fun without me.”, I mumbled without even looking at him. I heard him sigh. Then he mumbled something under his breath. Then the front door slammed into the frame.

He was gone.
Curling myself into a fetus position, I pulled a blanket over me. The following thirty minutes were filled with self loathing thoughts and there might have been a few tears.

But after I had calmed myself down, I grabbed my phone and called Harrison.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s up?”, he greeted me happily, immediately answering his phone.
“Hey, Haz… Can you come over?”, I ask, a quiet sniff being audible.
“Yeah, sure! Are you… okay?”, he wanted to know and I shrugged before I realised that he couldn’t see me.
“I’m… it’s just… Tom ditched movie night.”, I replied sadly.
“Again?!”, he mumbled, probably shaking his head.
“Yes, again…He said he had, I quote, a thing tonight… and now I’m bored.”, I explained quietly.
“Okay, I’m on my way.”, he responded and hung up quickly.

Too many minutes later the door bell finally rang and I literally sprinted towards the door but opened it relatively slowly.
“Finally!”, I exclaimed after I saw Harrison smiling at me. “I bought ice cream since you sounded like you could need it.”, he laughed, holding up two cups of Ben & Jerry’s.

“You’re the best!”, I grinned, pulling him into the flat before rushing off into the kitchen to get spoons.
After I went back to the living room I saw that Harrison had placed the cups on the table. “So you wanna talk about it?”, he asked carefully, his eyes looking at me softly.
“No, let’s just watch a movie.”

But half an hour into the movie later, Harrison paused it after I had started telling him about what had happened today. I couldn’t keep all this in. I literally exploded, rambling and rambling.

“And then I said ‘Have fun without me’ and he just left! I mean, why?”, I sighed, taking another spoon of my ice cream, “It’s just… he always hugs me and kisses my cheek before he leaves.”
With my feet laying on his tighs, he drawed circles with his thumb on my shank while I mentally thanked myself for shaving my legs this morning.

Harrison looked at me, sympathy in his eyes and took a deep before he spoke up, “But you have to see it from his perspective, too, you know. You were mad at him… of course he didn’t hug and kiss you. He probably thought that you just wanted him to leave.”
“Yeah, you’re right…”, I mumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose, “I’m a horrible girlfriend.”
“Hey, I didn’t say that! You’ve been dating for three years now and Tom’s still talking about how perfect you are.”, he claimed, his head tilting towards his shoulder while he looked at me.

I smiled to myself briefly, thinking about Tom saying those words to Harrison. “Yeah, but I’m so selfish and always whiny…”, I drifted off, watching my fingers playing with the hem of my shirt, “And we’ve been arguing a lot lately. Usually we only have these slight variances. And now…”, I sighed deeply before I looked at Harrison again, whose head rested lazily against the pillow tugged between his head and the backrest, listening attentively.
After a few moments of silence I realised that he didn’t know what to say, so I continued, “And we haven’t had sex for 5 weeks now. That’s like… a new record or something.”

Harrison laughed loudly, shaking his head slightly at my open statement.
“But I thought he wanted you to join him in the shower today?”, his eyebrows narrowed while a cheeky smile was on his face and I only shrugged.

“Yeah, but the times before he was either too tired or something. I’m probably so bad…”, I mumbled quietly, lowering my head before a question popped up in my mind and I looked at Harrison with raised eyebrows. “Did he say anything to you?”

Harrison shifted uncomfortably on his seat, stumbling over some incomprehensible words.


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Imagine Dean meeting your parents while you spend the weekend in your old home and realizing he wants to have a family with you.

“De-Dean” a whimper left your lips even if you meant to say it in a completely different way “Dean please, we- we can’t. Not again.” a small whine left your lips when his lips actually detached from the skin of your neck even if that was the exact thing you were asking him.

“Sweetheart, are you really telling me you don’t want it?” he said with a smirk, looking up at you through his eyelashes before he kissed back your collarbone and you let a small groan, mixing with a moan when his lips started trailing down.

“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.” you whined softly, still arching your back upwards to press yourself closer to him “But D, you- you know we-” you gasped softly when you felt him bite you, his face inching closer to your chest as his hands worked one on the bra and the other on your panties, which by the way were the only things you were wearing. Not for long, though.

“We can’t do it now.” you said with a moan and he pulled away, looking down at you “My parents are gonna hear us.” you bit your lip.

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Richie Tozier hasn’t spoken a word to anybody since he came to Derry in the middle of the school year. Until he talks to Eddie Kaspbrak.

Previous chapters: Chapter one. Chapter two.

Chapter three.

It is Monday’s lunch period, and Eddie only has eyes for Richie. Richie is stomping out his cigarette. It seems as though he has not noticed Eddie’s lingering gaze. Eddie does not know whether he likes that or not. Richie’s hair blows in the winter wind, and he is huddled into his brown overcoat like the last time Eddie saw him. There is a tiredness to him, the same one from the week before. During the weekend, he almost seemed well rested. Eddie wonders why.

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anonymous asked:

List of fav fanfics in bnha and hxh?

Oh my gosh, I have an excuse to point out the faves. So excited. 


I’ll be forming a link for each fic I post and of course, tag the authors and link them to their page on AO3 as well. It’s muy importante. 

I’m leaving it to my top five picks because… it’s really hard to pick from the massive pool of talent-driven works I’ve read… honestly there are sooo many that I hold so close to my heart, but I can’t list them all here because I need to trust my ultimate favorites and, yeah.  

Also I’m only posting one favorite per author, because there are always multiple favorites with each writer but it helps narrow it all down if I do it this way. 

Oh, and these works that I have finished reading. So, if I haven’t finished the fic or haven’t read all of the chapters posted up to that point, then it’s not fair for me to call it a “complete favorite.” So stay tuned until the very end to see those other wonderful recommendations! (And I swear that I will finish them!)



Report x Card by @olivemeister 

  • Okay. So. I think this is… probably my favorite oneshot work from the Hunter x Hunter fanfiction archive. This is just, absolutely phenomenal and heartbreaking and filled with angst and threads of hope and Killua and Gon are so interesting to observe through the eyes of multiple characters as tension and difficulties come into light. Oh, speaking of that, the level of suspense and buildup is just… ah. This is great, from beginning to end and I’ve read it dozens of times. 

Words That Water Flowers by @decembercamiecherries

  • I’ve definitely sung praises for this fic before, but it’s seriously, without a doubt, one of the most tightly written, creative Alternate Universe Killua/Gon stories. Killua and Gon’s relationship feels so raw and real, and the Hanahaki Disease is difficult to capture well in most settings, but I’m so glad that the concept behind this was taken in such an intriguing direction, and it allowed us into a very canon-like appreciation of Gon and Killua’s friendship/relationship. 

Lawfully Unwedded by @xyliane

  • I love this work mostly because of how believable it feels each time I read it. It’s mostly very sweet, but there’s a certain… candor, to it, that feels so refreshing when regarding the question on whether or not Killua and Gon would actually get married if they had the chance. I love the pacing, how the topic is handled, and I’m afraid if I say anything else it’ll spoil it. Please read it and leave lovely words behind for this talented writer.

Motor Scooters and Gelato by @fireolin

  • I never get tired of reading this story. I was honestly very torn between either posting this as my favorite from this author or Fireworks on Whale Island, which also displays this writer’s very sensible talents. The writing style is emotive, sensitive, and allows plenty of room to breathe, if that makes sense. You really feel every moment with Killua and Gon in this sweet, beautifully constructed piece. Honestly, reading this will make you just shine from the inside.

pro tempore by perennials

  • So. Um. There are many, and I mean many, works by this writer that are just jaw-dropping in the Hunter x Hunter fandom. I can’t even express how lovely everything they write is. But, I can only pick one per author… so, this one it is. Honestly, this story resonates with growing up, the angst and pain that radiates through Killua and Gon’s friendship, and so many more aspects of their relationship that come into light as they reunite as adults. The writing is marvelous and poetic and beautiful. I can’t recommend this enough. 


DNA by @killushawn

  • AH. I’M A HORRIBLE PERSON FOR NOT FINISHING THIS. I’ve listened to this heart-racing and solemn and wonderfully voice-acted piece almost to the very end, and that’s not a testament to Shawn’s talent because he’s brilliant. Now, this is the first audio fic I’ve ever listened to and if you haven’t listened to that many (or any) and are skeptical like I was, please give it a chance. The characterization of Killua in this is intriguing and different, and very refreshing. There’s so much passion and love put into this and you can feel it through each chapter/audio. 

one hundred by wartransmission

  • Okay, I love how this is written. I honestly do. I’ve read up to… chapter nine, or so, dozens of different times and kept trying to push through to the finish and just fell off for no other reason aside from my forgetfulness. This fic, though, I think, is honestly one of the best in the Hunter x Hunter archive. The characterization is interesting, especially with Gon, and I love how smooth the pacing and writing is and the take on each prompt is creative and fresh.

First Times by @murderxbaby

  • THIS. FIC. Is so… heavy. The pacing and the tension and the buildup are all brilliantly woven together, and I do realize that this story was actually recently completed. I’m planning on going through from the very beginning and reading it to the very end because it’s enthralling and wonderful, and I believe I stopped around the eighth chapter. Please, read this. It’s incredible.


WOO. Alright. Now it’s time for Boku no Hero Academia. Damn. 

Alright. Here we go.



Like the Moon by @osakakitty

  • Okay, so, um, it was really difficult to choose between this story and the equally masterful and wonderful character-driven piece, Make Every Moment Last. Both works are wonderful, but there’s something very raw and open about how she portrays the relationship between Katsuki and Izuku in her works, and… ah. Osakakitty has a fantastic, insightful view on these beloved characters and I adore how she writes Katsuki Bakugou especially. I can’t honestly praise this fic enough. Please read.

Falling by @soulestring

  • I think… nearly every person who likes BakuDeku/KatsuDeku knows about this story. This is, in my opinion, the BakuDeku fics of all BakuDeku fics, especially for first-time readers curious about the ship. It’s set in the canon universe and closely (with creative liberties taken of course) follows the main storyline of the manga/anime with a very intriguing look into the dynamic and “unrequited love” aspect of the Katsuki/Izuku relationship.

Incandescent Snow by Chicory

  • Okay, so, where do I even start with this? I love, and I mean, love, the concept behind this. This AU is so refreshing and unique and I love how in-character and tragic and angsty this story is, with outstanding imagery and themes that definitely border on the line of ambiguity and social construct. I love the questions raised in this story about relationships, family, and brotherhood. I personally consider it to be phenomenal and criminally underrated. Please read this.

For Want of Izuku’s Toe Joint by Talavin

  • This story is… for one, the amount of effort taken into capturing the elements of the original story and broadening the horizons within them in each chapter is worth mentioning on its own. I love the relationship between Izuku and Katsuki and their dynamic with the rest of their class, on top of how well the canon events are handled with a few twists thrown in there. Also, Izuku’s characterized very, very well in this, and I love that he stands equally with Katsuki. That’s honestly quite a rarity to find in fanfiction, and it’s something to behold.

How to Mend a Broken Soul by youwishyouwerethiscool

  • This is my favorite interpretation of the Soulmate AU that I’ve seen in the BNHA archive so far, especially with BakuDeku. I’m sure there are many exceptional ones under other ships, but… this is my list. Heh. Anyway, this is a wonderful fic with a great eye for characterization and detail, and it’s mostly from Katsuki’s perspective, which is great. I always love seeing different interpretations of his character and how he would handle being Izuku’s soulmate. This fic is wonderful.


On The Run by Justaperson1718

  • I LOVE THIS STORY AND I WANT TO CATCH UP. It’s not even completed yet but I really love the dynamic between Katsuki and Izuku in this. This author has also written many other oneshots that I love and wanted to recommend but they would be out of my top five. Still, read Fascinating and Manage Me, and then go read THIS because it’s wonderful and action-packed and angsty and dramatic. All the good things. 




anonymous asked:

Any headcanons on Izuku and Katsuki boarding a crowded train and they keep rubbing against each other on accident?

They try everything in their power not to rub on each other. Izuku stretches his body as far as he can from Katsuki…. Though it ends up not working out. The train is so unbelievably packed, thanks to students going home from school, and adults heading home from work.

It leaves Izuku and Katsuki to cram against one of the back walls of the train, right near the doors. Izuku squeezes himself close to Katsuki now, facing him. His struggle to keep any distance is short lived, since more people enter the train last minute.

“At least its not too long of a ride..“ Izuku says, sheepishly and Katsuki just grunts in response. He can already feel their bodies are probably /too/ close together.
Izuku’s face is a light shade of red, but he thinks the two of them can handle being this close for now– their stop is only four in, so its only about 25 minutes at most!

Everything seems like it’ll go well! That is, until the train starts moving.

Every jerk, every bump, every time someone knocks into Izuku, the two of them feel their groins touch. Katsuki grumbles and subtly tries to back up, but it isn’t working. Izuku is constantly getting bumped and they keep ending up right back on each other.

“Fuck, Deku.. back up! ”

“I-I can’t, Kacchan.. I’m not /trying/ to be so close..” He mumbles embarrassed. How awful would it be if they continue the entire way home like this?? Izuku doesn’t think he can handle it. Being pressed right up against Katsuki… Fighting his urge not to make a sound because the continuous rub and contact is actually starting to feel kind of good– Its a torturous game, and he just can’t do it.

“Well, figure some shit out..!”
Izuku notes quickly that Katsuki isn’t going to be able to handle it for much longer, either. In fact, he’ll probably lose his cool a lot faster than Izuku does.
Izuku is sure that his boyfriend will bend him over right there, if this keeps up.

Suddenly, an idea pops into Izuku’s head. He starts to twist and adjust his body carefully, until he’s facing away from Katsuki. His ass may be getting pushed and rubbed against Katsuki but.. that’s better, isn’t it?

“M..much better..” Izuku nods to himself, already thinking maybe he can last like this. Katsuki on the other hand… doesn’t feel the current position is making much of a difference.

“You made it worse, fucking Deku!” Katsuki says between gritted teeth. Why does Izuku have to have a nice, round, ass like that? Why does it have to move, and push back on him while the train moves?? Katsuki can feel the heat pooling in his groin. If Izuku’s ass keeps unintentionally grinding against his dick, he’s going to lose it.

“I-Im sorry, I dont know what else to do- I can’t move anywhere Kacchan..” he whispers. Then, the train rattles again suddenly. It causes Izuku to stumble back, and he braces his fall by pushing back against Katsuki again.

As he’s about to readjust his stance though, his face starts to heat up darker.

“K-Kacchan…” he swallows hard, glancing back. “Are.. are you-”

“Don’t fucking say it Deku.. what the hell do you expect??” Katsuki’s ears are tinted red.

Yeah, there’s no hiding it. He’s getting aroused. It’s next to impossible to hide something like that in such a cramped territory.

“I- I’m sorry Kacchan..!” Izuku’s blush is rising higher, because the erection of his boyfriend is starting to become far more noticeable with every jerk. “What should I do?”

Katsuki narrows his eyes then, as he looks down at Izuku. He slips his hands down to rest on Izuku’s hips causing the latter to gasp softly from unexpected touch. He holds Izuku’s body close and leans his lips down to rest against his ear.

"I could fuck you right here. ” Katsuki whispers bluntly.
That sends a shiver down Izuku’s spine, and he swallows thickly. He shifts his eyes back to give a subtle glance at Katsuki, before looking down again. The blush is obvious on his face, and he’s trying his best to keep himself from getting too excited.

“Th-that isn’t– um. That’s not… it’s not a good idea.” He tries to reply with out making it obvious that Katsuki’s words got to him. Though he can feel the smirk thats forming on Katsuki’s face. “Th..there’s people here.”

Katsuki keeps his lips pressed on the freckled boys ear.
“Isn’t that the best part? I can fuck you right here, nice and slow, and everyone in the entire fucking train will know you’re all mine.” He gives Izuku’s ear lobe a light bite.

“K-Kacchan..” he mumbles and begins to feel his own arousal. He shifts in place slightly, though it doesn’t help ease up any tension. “Stop… ah!”

Suddenly Katsuki is biting at his neck. /Hard/. It causes Izuku to make an unintentional sound, and the people surrounding them turn to look. They give judgemental stares, and turn their attention back to their own bussiness. Though its hard to ignore the two of them. Katsuki is continuing to bite and kiss at Izuku’s neck deapite the crowd. “Kacchan..”
Izuku whimpers slightly, but catches himself. He furrows his eyebrows and quickly elbows Katsuki in the side. “Kacchan stop that–!”

“ow- what?? I can’t help it! You’re lucky I’m not already fucking you senseless.”

“Shh!! Y- you’re talking loud..there’s other people here..!” Izuku reminds him. He gives subtle glances around at the people who pretend that they aren’t staring and giving dirty looks.
Katsuki just sighs and tightens his hold on Izuku’s hips. He stays quiet for a few moments, then hears the announcement for the next stop approaching. A smirk forms on his face and quickly he grabs Izuku’s wrist.

“C'mon Deku.” He starts pushing them through the crowd, making their way to the closest door. Izuku blinks, confused, but follows his boyfriend’s lead.

“um- Kacchan this… this isn’t our stop. ”

“Yeah I know. But ya really think I can wait another 20 minutes??” He asks. And once the train comes to a complete stop, he yanks them out. It’s busy, but he’s shoving his way through everyone and ignoring the remarks being thrown their way.

“Kacchan w..where are we going? ” Izuku asks, after giving fast apologies to the ones they pushed past.

He gets them into the station, before scoping out a bathroom.
“I’m gonna fuck you good in one of those stalls.”

Izuku’s face is bright red now, but he knows theres no way out of it. Not that he truly wants to get out of it… He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want this too.


He got them into the bathroom now, and luckily the largest stall is open.

“… make sure the entire station knows I’m yours.”
Katsuki gives a loving smirk, as he slams the stall door shut. He’s pushing Izuku up agaist the wall, and steals a deep, forceful kiss.

“Don’t worry, baby. They will.”

Imagine breaking Clint from Loki’s mind control

Clint Barton x Reader

Originally posted by daily-barton

“Why am I back?”

You poured Clint a cup of cold water and handed it to him.

“True love’s kiss and bam good old Clint was back.”

The archer grunted and downed the cool drink. “You’re kidding.”

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[13x06] Supernatural pwp [DeanCas, cowboys]

Dean sleeps in, a fact he isn’t fully aware of until he blinks at the cracked alarm clock.  

9:43.  Shit.  He very honestly can’t remember the last time he was in bed, sober, any time past six.  He closes his eyes and rolls onto his back, and a familiar voice fills his head.

“Good morning, Dean.”

Cas.  Dean swallows and looks up to see Castiel, dressed and sitting at the edge of the Dean’s bed.  His tie is crooked and his lapels aren’t straight and he’s even got his ten-dollar gas station cowboy hat on backward, but he’s beautiful: the best thing Dean’s ever seen in his life.  Dean looks at the clock again.  Ten am ain’t that late.

“Mornin’, Cas.”  Dean scoots over, making space for Castiel to move closer without bothering to be subtle about it.  Cas watches him do so, then stares at the empty space next to him, tipping his head.  “Come over here, don’t wanna get up yet.”

Gamely, Castiel crawls onto the bed, but rather than take the space he’s been given he leans over Dean expectantly.  “We have an appointment at eleven,” Cas reminds him.  “Sam called a while ago, he and Jack haven’t found anything new since last night.”  Castiel narrows his eyes.  “And it’s hot here.”

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Scruff + Stuff - KageHina Ficlet (Rated T)

Third 1k FOLLOWER FICLET FEST ficlet (FFFf) for @tolhinata​! We’ve talked about glasses/beardy Kags a few times, and NOW tol fran will finally get the goofy lil fic she has been dreaming about ;) (As you can tell, I am somewhat arbitrarily naming these things, so if anyone comes up with something better, holla.) Enjoy!

They’ve done this a few times, now. Stayed up so late watching movies or recorded matches, or talking, or on the rare occasion studying, that Kageyama has to call his parents and tell them he’ll be staying over at the Hinata household for the night. Sometimes they grab the extra futon out of the closet, but sometimes like last night, after Hinata whines in that way he does when he’s half-asleep, Kageyama just grumbles and shoves him up against the wall in his twin-sized bed so he can fit his long, bulky limbs around Hinata’s more compact body and go to sleep. 

It hasn’t happened in a while, though, so when Hinata wakes up on a Saturday morning, face smushed basically into the armpit of Kageyama’s t-shirt (drooling a bit), and blinks the sand from his eyes, his heart stops when he sees it. 

Kageyama is awake, still sleep-messy with his hair standing on end in some places. He’s looking down at his phone scrolling through sports stats or something with his other arm around Hinata, but his sharp jaw is speckled with tiny, scratchy-looking hairs, up around his mouth and under his cheekbones. He has stubble

“Do you shave now?!” Hinata squeaks, and then he sees that Kageyama is wearing glasses too. “And glasses—you wear—you have glasses too!” 

Kageyama, who twitched violently when Hinata yelled in his face, drops his phone and glares at Hinata. “What the fuck, Hinata,” he grumbles, pinching his fingers up under the thick frames of his glasses and jostling them a little on the bed when he nearly clocks Hinata in the head with his arm. “Do you only have one volume? Dumbass.” 

“Well, are you trying to kill me?!” Hinata continues like he didn’t say anything.

“Shut up, I didn’t hit you that hard,” Kageyama says, patting Hinata’s head clumsily and taking a deep breath as he turns toward him. 

“Kageyama!” Hinata slaps his chest and sits up. He wasn’t talking about Kageyama’s wayward limbs. 

“Stop shouting—yes, I’ve been shaving for like, almost a year. And I told you about my glasses.” 

“Nooo! You didn’t!” 

“Yeah, I did, when we had detention for breaking into the gym and we had to—help those girls set up for the winter formal… and that one girl asked you out but you said you were grounded forever.” 

Hinata narrows his eyes down at Kageyama. 

Kageyama just waves his hand at him dismissively. “I told you my doctor said I needed to get my eyes checked.” 

“Uhhh, you didn’t say you were getting glasses! You don’t wear them!” 

“I wear contacts.” 

Hinata’s mouth hangs open, simultaneously offended and amazed. He stares at Kageyama, who’s starting to redden under his scruff. 

“Hinata,” Kageyama says, “what is wrong with you.” 

Hinata shakes his head. “I’m waiting for my heart to restart.” 

Kageyama rolls his eyes behind his square, thick framed glasses, with an orange accent along the bow resting along his ear. “You’re so stupid,” he grumbles, pressing his head back into the pillows. He’s so red now. 

Hinata licks his lips. He has this sudden, niggling desire to lean over his best friend and… He presses his mouth to Kageyama’s scratchy face, just off center of his parted lips, and purses them, squeezing his eyes shut. 

Almost surprisingly, Kageyama’s breath stutters out of him, and then he’s kissing Hinata back. 

Now, this part, it has only happened once, when they won nationals last year and Tanaka Saeko smuggled sake into Ryuu’s hotel room after the final game and Kageyama got drunk and really handsy. Hinata’s not sure if they had a silent agreement to never mention it or Kageyama is just too embarrassed to even bring up that entire day, despite the gold medal he has hanging above his bed at his house. 

This morning, he is willing to keep kissing Hinata until they need to gasp for breath, even though their collective breath is a little morning-sour, even though Hinata’s lips are tingly and his cheeks burn a little from the roughness and he lets out little overwhelmed whines every now and then. 

They break apart eventually, and Hinata blinks his eyes open synchronized with Kageyama below him. Kageyama huffs loudly, tugging his skewed glasses down his nose because they fogged up while they were kissing. 

“Shut up, idiot,” Kageyama says when he sees Hinata smile, then cover it up with his cupped fingers. Hinata gets distracted along the way when he feels his sensitive skin, and grins harder. 

“I didn’t say anything!”

“You were thinking it.” 

“Was not,” Hinata argues. 

Kageyama wipes his glasses on his t-shirt, and then taps them back up the bridge of his nose. Blinks up at him. Smiles a little. 

“So was it the glasses or the stubble?” he asks, a little too sardonic for someone who’s just been kissed silly. 

Hinata hits him with a pillow. And then he kisses Kageyama again. 

It’s the best way to avoid interrogation.

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Spencer Reid x Reader

Requested: Yes. @rxdgers : hi there!! I saw that requests were open, and you’re my fave Spencer Reid writer, so I thought I’d have a go. anyways, could you write a fic where y/n is a medic (but also a agent, but mainly there for if and when someone gets hurt) that goes on a trio mission with Spencer and Morgan to a high-crime area. Spencer gets hurt (I don’t care how he does could be gun or something) and y/n has to help him? Spencer jokes about his wound and spouts statistics and y/n shuts him up by kissing him? Morgan starts telling jokes about how the pretty boy finally got his pretty girl. I know you can make it work somehow😉😉 thanks!!

Word Count: 1.346, Warnings: Gunshot injury, mentions of blood.

Originally posted by sherrykinss

The morning at the police station had been eerily quiet for a Friday morning. You sipped on your latte as you watched the calm surroundings around you, hearing the faint sounds of phones ringing in the background and the delicate steps of Penelope Garcia pulled you out of your daydream as she urged you to follow her into a temporary bullpen that you were using whilst you were in Utah on a case. This was one of the few times Penelope travelled along with the team on sight and because of that, you were incredibly close to catching the UnSub. He had been using social media to entice young girls to meet them in very disclosed locations. It was definitely a hard case for you, these young girls had so much to live for and their lives had just begun and so seeing the under a white sheet in the coroner’s office made you sick to your stomach.

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Thoughts on IT

(spoiler free unless you don’t want to know ANYTHING)

- I’m about to do what I disliked about other reviews, say who I thought was best in the film….sorry other cast members!

- Richie/Finn: Oh my god, Richie was fucking hilarious. I laughed so much, along with the whole theatre. He definitely stole the show, Finn is so talented. Its been a day and I’m still laughing at his lines when they come into my head. His sense of humour has become a lot less offensive and a hell of a lot funnier.  It feels like Richie had the most screen time and some of the other Losers suffered due to it, but I just can’t imagine cutting any of his scenes or lines

- Ben/Jeremy: I love Jeremy, but I didn’t expect to enjoy his performance as much as I did. He and Richie were my favourite losers in this film (even though Eddie and Mike were my favourite in the book) and I don’t understand why more reviews aren’t calling out Jeremy for an excellent performance like they are for Finn and Sophia. His introduction scene is probably one of my three favourite in the whole movie- another hilarious scene but it had such heart behind it and Jeremy was just brilliant, as was Sophia

- Bev/Sophia was also excellent. Bev is a really enjoyable character in this movie, she is a love interest and the film avoids making her a sexy lamp or a plot device by really adding to her character and giving her some strong individual scenes.  She’s definitely romanticized but she definitely is a lot more than a love interest. There is one scene with the whole ‘everyone is in love with Bev’ schtick but it was funny enough that I didn’t mind. I think the film also avoided the damsel in distress trope pretty well. Bev is a really interesting, well defined character and Sophia did a great job!

- I don’t have much to say about the others but they were all great! Great performances from all, they just didn’t stand out as much as those three

- I really enjoyed the Losers Club and their dynamic as a team and as a friendship. I wish we had gotten just a little more scenes like the swimming one, where they are just having fun (after all, they played games in between fighting IT in the novel) but it was pretty clear that the film was cramped for time…

- the film did feel at times like it was rushing through a checklist of scenes that it had to get through, to set up the plot or characters. The film lacked some stuff (particular losers suffered from a lack of screen time, see next point) Maybe this sounds odd considering IT has such a long runtime, but I got the impression they struggled with actually narrowing it down to that time. They definitely cut a few scenes, one pretty important one that was seen in multiple trailers (I was disappointed to see it go and I’m definitely not gonna be the only one). There was one sequence where it suddenly jumped to a different person nearby and I don’t know whether they cut a scene in between or edited it poorly but I still don’t know how they got there or what they were doing or where they actually were? It’s hard to explain without spoiling but yeah, that scene confused me

- Stan and Mike, particularly Mike, definitely didn’t get enough screen time. Stan probably had more actual screen time then Ben but Ben just felt more present, since he had more importance in the story and an important relationship with Bev. Stan was one of the original 4 losers but he had the least dialogue out of all of them and its a shame, Wyatt is really talented and I would have liked to have seen more. I can tell Stan was the victim of a few cut scenes. I also feel pretty sorry for poor Chosen as Mike, who was under-utilized and just…. joined the losers. There was no scene of him getting to know them, no bonding scene for the whole seven. He just joined the Losers and went with them to kill IT. He did have his own character arch, which I enjoyed but he still had the least screen time, which is unfortunate, especially considering how important he is in the sequel

- As for the horror, I wasn’t scared during the trailers and I wasn’t scared during the film (horror films just never feel real enough to genuinely scare me) The audience members did react to the film positively, to the jokes and to the scares. Personally, I thought the horror was a little lazy because (KIND OF SPOILER) nearly every scare was a jump-scare. It was effective but I guess I just expected more. My favourite scary scenes included the first group trip to Neibolt Trip (probably another one of my favourite overall scenes) and the projector scene

- As for the couples, I’m trying not to be biased here but I think people who exclusively ship Bill/Bev after the trailers might just be swayed by Benverly who have some brilliant scenes, their dynamic is great and I can think of one small, hilarious moment they shared which really stood out. They didn’t have any moments in the trailer but they had plenty in the film. A combination of the two really talented actors and a great dynamic made it the superior couple in my mind (then again, I always preferred it to Bill/Bev. To be fair, they had a good dynamic and Jaeden is obviously also very talented! I’m not a fan of the love triangle in media but I could stomach this one.

As for my other IT ship, Reddie did not disappoint. The banter that we saw in the MTV grey water scene was a gift that kept on giving. We also saw a couple moments which showed the genuine closeness between them (one adorable shot made me want to write a fluffy AU immediately, certain scenes in Neibolt Street made me feel very angsty). I don’t mean to overhype this, they definitely aren’t ‘canon’ and I don’t believe their scenes become so overt it nears queerbaiting, just a well written dynamic which is pretty damn shippable. Also Richie/Bill and Richie/Stan shippers will have some moments to enjoy!

- The movie strays from the book quite a lot, I personally didn’t mind but if you’re a book purist then prepare yourself

- I know I did mention a few negative things but overall I really enjoyed the film! I recommend it completely, I had a great time and I can’t wait for everyone else to see it

Keith x Reader

     You and Keith have to share a room.

     “God, do you ever sit still?” Keith exclaims, kicking you in the leg. You grunt, pulling your knees up to your chest as you try to avoid hitting his feet; the two of you were laying in your bed, head to tail due to the Pidge using Keith’s room for her technology.

    At first, you thought you wouldn’t mind. Keith was nice, a paladin you looked up to. But at this moment, you were very much regretting your agreement.

    “In case you forgot, Kogane, this is my room.”

     “In case you forgot, L/N, I’m sharing a bed with you.”

     “Unfortunately.” Keith grabs your foot and yanks, causing you to fall off the edge of the bed and land with a thump on the ground. Pain spirals up your ribcage, making you yell out.

    Keith smirks down at you. “You love me being here with you.”

     You shoot the red paladin a glare from the floor. He wore his black, short sleeved shirt to bed along with a pair of checkered pyjama trousers. Even from the ground you can make out the muscles protruding from his shirt, months of training actually doing him some good.

    You roll your eyes and stand up, standing over the bed with your arms folded. “Sleeping head and tail isn’t going to work.”

    Keith raises a brow. “It isn’t?”

    “Not if you keep kicking me and pulling me off of the bed! How are we ever going to sleep like that?”

    Keith shrugged, rolling onto his back and using your absence from the bed to his advantage. He spread his legs wide, placing his arms behind his head as if he was relaxing in a sun bed.

    You clench your fists. “Keith-”

    “Oh, Christ sake, Y/N! Just sleep up the top with me. I won’t try anything.”

    You open your mouth to reply, quickly closing it when the words settle in your brain. “Excuse you?”

    Keith rolls over onto his side, patting the now empty space in front of him. His back is pressed against the wall, his arm outstretched across the pillow as if ready to embrace you when you sat down.

    You swallow thickly. If Lance walks in….

    To hell with Lance! You stand up straighter and walk towards the man, clambering into the bed beside him. Almost immediately, he draws his arm away and placed it on his stomach, rolling onto his back to look up at the ceiling. You hear his breathing - it has gotten slightly quicker. You smirk to yourself. Keith rarely showed any type of emotion bar anger. This was new.

     “Lance doesn’t hear about this,” you say.


    You think up a plan. A sly one, one that would most likely confuse the poor boy, but he had been annoying you all day. This was your payback.

     “So, are you and Lance, like, a thing?”

    Keith nearly chokes on his own tongue. He sits up straight, looking down at you with wide eyes and a frown so deep you were sure the wind blowing the wrong way would make it stay like that.

    “What? Who said that?”

    You shrug. “Nobody. I just kind of got a vibe off of the two of you.”

    “A vibe? Y/N, we hate each other! What kind of-”

    “Sometimes people are mean to the people they like.”

    Keith freezes, his violet eyes narrowing. “What can I do to make you believe me and Lance aren’t together?”

    You shrug, trying your hardest to hide the smirk growing on your face. “I dunno. Get a girlfriend or something.”

    Keith scoffs and flops back down on the bed beside you. “Trust me, I’ve been trying.”

    “Allura playing hard to get?”

    Keith bites his lip. “I mean, not exactly. For Lance, yeah. I’m not really into her that way.”

    You glance at him through the corner of your eye, confused. You had almost been positive that Keith liked Allura - the two of them got along better than you and Keith ever had.

     “Oh, right,” you say, not sure what other words would be appropriate. “Well then, I’m sure Lance is-”

     Keith doesn’t let you finish before he has pushed himself up on the bed, straddled you and had slammed his lips to yours. Your breath escapes your throat, heat rising to your cheeks as your eyes widen.

     What what what what??!

    Try as you might, you couldn’t bring yourself to push him off of you. You didn’t even want him off of you, because oddly, this was what you wanted.

    Your eyes close as you calm down again, your hands trailing up his back and tangling in his black hair. He seems to freeze at your response - maybe he hadn’t expected it. You certainly hadn’t. Sure, Keith was cute. Anybody with common sense could see that, but you had never before thought he would think of you in the same way.

     Keith pulled away first and your lips chased his. His hands came down on your shoulders, pressing youfirm into the mattress. You looked up at him with wide eyes, panting. He looked down at you, black hair falling in his face, grinning from ear to ear.

     “I do not like Lance.”

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I promise. Klangst

It’s been a few hours since the team comforted Keith. After Lance stepping in to calm Keith, no one had said anything. They knew Lance was capable of helping his ‘rivarly’. The team expected him to step in. That’s what the blue paladin is supposed to do: be there for each and everyone when in need. Lance lived up to that reputation. He noticed the red paladin’s sadness and anger and stepped in. Keith appreciated it. He expected Allura to do it though, not Lance. The Paladins walked their separate ways around the castle to think about their loss leader. They all needed a break.  “Hey, Allura,” Keith called, walking towards the Princess, “Have you seen Lance?” 

Allura frowned and gazed at Keith’s eyes, “He’s sitting out in space with Blue.”

Keith nodded a thank you and walked out the room to go grab his lion. He wanted to thank Lance for cheering him up. For stepping in and putting their one sided rivalry aside. 

Keith flew Red out of the ship, flying her around until he found Lance. Keith sighed, noticing the blue paladin sitting next to his lion. Inside his lion, he zoomed in, getting a better view of Lance. A better view of Lance crying. 

Keith’s heart dropped, able to hear Lance talking through his headset. 

“I miss my family, Blue,” Lance mumbled, “I miss Earth. I don’t want to be fighting anymore. I don’t want to be a Paladin.”

At this point, Keith didn’t want to hear any more.  He landed Red next to Blue, getting off of the lion. Lance stood up quickly, smiling, “Hey man. How are you?”

Keith glared at him, marching to a hug. Without thinking. Without consent. Keith hugged Lance. “Uh, Keith?”

“Thank you,” Keith mumbled. Lance’s face soften, feeling his eyes heavy, “Keith?” the blue paladin pushed Keith away from the hug a bit, looking into his eyes, “Are you alright?”

Keith’s eyes narrowed, “Are you?”

Lance snickered, turning around, “I’m just worried about Shiro like the rest of us.”  Lance started walking towards the edge of the ship, sitting down. Keith followed and sat down next to him, “Yeah,” the red paladin responded softly, “Lance, I-” he stopped for a minute and gazed at Lance who sat next to him, “If you miss your family,” Lances eyes widened, turning his head to Keith, waiting for him to finish, “I promise I will do everything I can to take you to them.”

Lance’s eyes narrowed, smiling softly, “Thank you, Keith.”

“Lance, I know it’s hard for you, but you have to know that you’re important to the universe. You’re important, Lance.” Keith’s gaze scanned Lances face expression for a bit, knowing Lance doesn’t believe him. He saw the doubt in his friend’s eyes. He saw the insecure boy that wanted nothing more than love and protection. 

“I can’t Keith. I can’t be part of Voltron because-” he stopped for a minute, to look back into the black scene surrounding them, “I feel alone and- and useless and,” Lance sealed his eyes clenching his fists, “I don’t feel like I deserve to be a paladin.” 

Keith’s eyes widened, surprised that Lance has confessed something like that. He looked behind him, where Blue sat. Not being Blue’s pilot, Keith still noticed the Lion felt sad. He felt it. 

“With Shiro gone, I don’t think I can make it.”


“I can’t Keith.” his voice cracked, biting his lip, “Everyday I- I- I think I can be easily replaced. I’m not strong enough to be a defender of the universe, Ke-”

Lance stopped, sniffing as he stared out into space, “I just want to go back to my family,”

Keith’s eyes dropped to his knees, “Lance-”

“No, Keith! I can’t anymore. I miss them so much,” Lance bit his lip harder, running his hand through his hair. Keith knew why he was doing that. He recognizes it. 

“Let it out,” he mumbled. Lance turned to him, confused, “Lance, let it out.”

Lance looked down to his fisted hands, “I don’t want to.”

“It’ll only make you stronger,” Keith leaned into Lance, wrapping his arms around him, “You’ll be fine… I promise.”

Keith sighed, closing his eyes still hugging his friend. Waiting for him. For a moment, Keith thought Lance couldn’t bring himself to do it, until he felt Lance’s face dig into Keith’s back, crying. The tears rolling down Keith’s suit. The sniffs and the sickening inhale of sadness brought Keith down. He knew Lance kept it in for a long time. He knew the rivalry they both had, it wasn’t rivalry. Lance was just tired of being compared to him. Being expected to do so much. Lance was tired of being someone that wasn’t him. 

“Lance, you’re going to be okay,” Keith comforted, “I’ll take you back to your family.” Keith sighed, “ I promise.”

Not Your Omega

I wrote a werewolf!Bucky, vampire!Reader for Halloween, but as you all know, it’s late. I hope people don’t mind. NSFW, lotta blood, cuz, you know, vampires

She’s always cold. And it should bother him more than it does- that she is so different from him; something he’s been conditioned to hate. He’d grown up with stories of the bloodsuckers. They’d been conditioned to kill. They could never love. They were monsters. Cold, cruel, calculating. Pale skin and even paler eyes that turned blood red whenever they were hungry. And they were always hungry. They killed more humans than cancer and car accidents combined. They could hypnotize any unsuspecting werewolf faster than the wolf could howl for help. But shit despite all that, he could never hate her. He could never hate the way her feet tangled in his under the bedsheets as she sought out his warmth under the blankets. He could never hate when her frozen lips meet his, could never hate when her icy hands reached under his waistband and gripped his dick. Could never hate her when she cried early in the morning because she didn’t choose this life. Crying because she couldn’t see her own reflection in the mirror. She cried bloody tears and it made him sad.

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anonymous asked:

Kadena proposal. (I imagine them both being ready to propose and so they both have rings bought and tucked away it’s just who gets to it first. But you do whatever you feel bc i really appreciate all the kadena fanfiction

Adena was the first to make a lot of the moves in their relationship.  She pulled Kat into their first kiss.  She was the first to be brave and come back to New York for Kat.  She asked Kat to move in with her.  She was the first to say I love you.

But for this next big step, Kat wanted to be the first. Kat wanted to prove to Adena that she could initiate something in their relationship (outside of sex).  The thing was, that Kat was ready for this.  She had zero hesitations, which was a really new feeling for her, and the fact that she was so ready made her question it all.  Why wasn’t she completely freaking out? Why did this seem like the easiest thing in the world that she could do?

Normally, Kat would have Adena to talk her down from her crazy thought process.  But she had to rely on her friends for this one, because the whole point of this was to surprise Adena with a proposal, so she could not exactly tell Adena what was going on.

“Don’t talk yourself out of this!” Sutton said as they all were drinking at the bar.  “You’re only freaking out because you normally freak out, but this time you have nothing to freak out about. So really the absence of the freak out is making you freak out.”

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anonymous asked:

Adrinette with "I told you not to make fun of me, jerk" please? :)

 A continuation of this drabble because I’m playing with the idea of a bigger Apartment Building AU story and want to fiddle with it to see if it feels like something worth writing more of.

“I told you not to make fun of me, jerk,” Marinette glared, fluffing one of the throw pillows for fifth time.

Alya eyed the pillow and Marinette threw it back to the couch with a huff. “I’m not making fun of you, M. I’m proud of you. Having your boyfriend move in is a big step.”

Marinette’s cheeks flushed red. “Adrien isn’t my boyfriend! He’s a friend who was looking for a place to stay and I happen to have an empty bedroom–”

“Empty because we just spent the last two days putting stuff in storage,” Alya pointed out.

“And,” Marinette continued, ignoring her best friend, “I wanted to help him out.”

“I see.”

“Besides, it was Chat’s idea.”

Alya shook her head. “I don’t think I’m ever going to to get used to the fact that you guys just hang out like it’s no big deal.”

“He’s a big dork. It really isn’t a thing.”


Marinette narrowed her eyes. “Listen, Miss Assumptions, there isn’t anything going on.”

“Of course not.”

“Chat and I are just friends and Adrien and I are just friends.”


“Alya, I mean it!”

“Sure,” Alya smirked.


Adrien collapsed on the couch with an exhausted chuckle. “Moving is hard work.”

Marinette brought two water bottles into the living room and handed him one before settling down in the armchair. “Yeah, it really takes it out of you. Is the room okay?”

He beamed at her. “It’s perfect, Marinette. Thank you so much for this.”

She blushed. “Honestly, I can’t believe you wanted to move in. I know it’s a lot smaller than you’re used to.”

“I think it feels cozy. I’ve never lived anywhere cozy.” He pulled one of the throw pillows into his lap and studied it. “This is really cute. I like the spots. It looks like a Ladybug pillow.”

Marinette ducked her head. “I, uh, I designed it like that. There’s a Chat Noir one too.”

His face lit up and he looked around, grabbing the black pillow with a grin. “This is amazing! You made these?”

“Yep,” she nodded happily.

“I love them.” He hugged both pillows to his chest. “I know I already said it, but seriously, thank you, Marinette. I love it here already.”

“I’m glad. You should be thanking Chat. He’s the one who told me you were looking for a place.”

Adrien tried to hide his smile. “Is that so?”

“He’s a good friend,” she nodded.

Both of their heads shot up as a piercing yelp tore through the air. They jumped up and went to the double doors leading out to the balcony, pulling them open and stepping out. An akumatized man was shooting people with a purple ray and turning them into dogs.

“Uh, I just remembered I left a box downstairs in the lobby,” Adrien lied with a grimace. “A super important box with all my favorite things.” He turned to Marinette, putting his hands on her shoulders. “I’m going to run down and get it. Please promise me you’ll stay here.”

“Of course!” she replied, voice too high. “Please be careful, Adrien.”

“I will,” he nodded, moving towards the front door. 

Marinette watched him disappear through it before slumping. “Tikki, this might be harder than I thought,” she groaned.

Tikki laughed. “I think it might actually be easier.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see eventually,” the kwami teased. “I think Adrien will be the perfect roommate after all.” 

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Buy me a coffee?

imagine #21

character - Newt
words - 1419
warnings - n/a
description - You’re the latest addition to the Glade and Newt starts to really like you, but gets jealous because Alby likes you too.
a/n - requested anonymously ; i’m sorry it’s so late but match-ups got in the way! still, i hope you like it!

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Survival Tips.

1.] Always keep a penny or a dime on your person. You’ll never know when you need to unscrew something. That shit could potentially save your life.
2.] If you’re concerned that a stranger outside of your door might be willing to do you harm, don’t look through the fucking peep hole if the door has one. That little circle darkens on the other side. Know what that shit means? It means they know you’re there, and where you are. It could be a good way to get a bullet in the eye.
3.] If you’re in dire need of a weapon and you’re lucky enough to be around ceramic tile? Break it. Break it and sharpen it into a knife like shape using the wall or the floor itself. A ceramic knife’ll get through a metal detector and if you got the tip/edge good enough? It’ll go through most clothes pretty fucking easily.
4.] Think you’re being tailed? Take three lefts, or three rights. It’ll essentially be a circle. If they’re on your ass. If you’re on the interstate? Take the exit ramp up, pull into a truck stop, turn around, and then get back off the exit.
5.] If you think there’s a good chance someone’s out to shoot you, and you’ve got the means to fight back? Go into an enclosed space, like a bathroom, or a narrow hall. Closeness is your friend. Your chances of surviving increase the closer you are. They aren’t great, but they’ll be better.
6.] Alternatively, if someone means to shoot you and you don’t have the means to fight back.. Hit up a crowd. Yeah, it’s fucked up, but it means multiple targets, which could mean a reluctance on their part, or maybe even a means for you to disperse or disappear. A hard target’s an uninviting target.
7.] Locked doors stop honest people. You need to kick a door down? Plant your nondominant foot hard into the ground and kick with your dominant foot. aim below the door handle. Drop kicks? Ramming? Fuck that shit, you’re just gonna hurt yourself.
8.] When faced with a dog or a large predatory animal, don’t run. You run? They chase. It’s their nature. Stare it down, make yourself look bigger, and get ready to kill it. The last part’s a final measure, and you may not have to do that, but be fucking ready if you do.

Lost Series - Part One

So I decided to write a Jerome Valeska imagine series. It’ll start at the beginning before he killed his mother and I want to lead it up to when he was revived.

Summary : A girl who has been on her own since she was young, meets a certain red head at the circus when she returns to her home town, Gotham.

Pairing : Jerome x  Fem. Reader

Originally posted by putoflaco

Ever since I was ten I’ve been alone. Being an only child with no living relatives can be pretty horrible. Sure, I could’ve went to a foster home. But I didn’t want that, I only wanted my real family. And my real family was taken from me.

That night comes back to me in pieces. I remember hearing a man’s voice, but I don’t know if it was my father’s or a strangers. Then I remember stomping and hiding in my parents closet where I found a pistol. The rest is a blur and I don’t remember how I got out alive. Faintly I recall running through the woods but I don’t know if it was real or a dream. To be honest, ever since that night I’ve been living in a dream.

Floating from city to city, stealing what I need to get by. Now I’m 16 and I’m going back home, back to Gotham City.

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Imagine: After you get hurt on a mission, John insists that you go home to get looked out. You’re still out for blood though, and not nearly as willing to let your target escape… especially, because your vendetta happens to be a personal one. John is having none of it though, and a fight ensues -one worthy of two assassins who happen to be entangled romantically. 

TW: Violence in a romantic relationship. (Non-abusive though).

A/N: *Whispers* No one asked for this… but I wrote it anyway.

“John, get out of my way,” You said, clenching your jaw and inhaling what was supposed to be a calming breath. “I don’t want to hurt you. But I won’t hesitate to, if I have to…” 

“Sorry,” John replied, in a low voice; curt yet somehow polite as ever, as he blocked your from pursuing your escaping target. “But, he’s not worth dying over.”

He needs to pay,” you scowled, feeling your voice strain. 

“He will,” John replied, drawing closer, in an attempt to help you. “Just not today…”

Fuck off,” You snapped in an annoyed voice, steadying yourself against a nearby wall and weakly pushing him away. “I’m fine.” 

John gave you a wary look over. 

“Yeah,” he huffed, severely unamused, taking an intimidating step closer to you. “This isn’t debatable, (Y/N); We’re going home. Now.” 

You let out a low growl; John may have been armed, physically much bigger, and, well, not bleeding half to death —unlike you—, but even that couldn’t keep you from putting up a fight and acting on pure rage. You didn’t even give yourself time to think before reaching for the tactical knife tucked at the back of your jeans and yanking it out with enough force to send a whooshing sound through the air.

John jumped back, dodging the knife and your attempted stabs with ease, deflecting each of your blows with a series of calculated blocks before prying the knife from your hand and throwing it across the floor.

“Alright,” You huffed, limping forward as you balled your much smaller hands into fists. “Hand to hand, then?” 

“Seriously?” The man asked, almost indignantly, cocking an eyebrow. “We’re really doing this?”

“You should have let me kill him,” You bit back, bringing your hands to your face in fighting stance. “Babe.”

“I’m not going to fight you, (Y/N)” John huffed, before deciding to pull your jacket hood over your eyes and hit you in the chest hard enough to knock you back onto your ass —a somewhat idealistic attempt to dissuade you from carrying on any further.

You groaned, rubbing your chest with the palm of your hand and gingerly rolling onto your stomach in an attempt to push yourself back up into standing position.

Stay down,” John barked, grabbing you from behind and restraining you.  

“Let go of me!” You screamed.

Let it go.” The man forced through clenched teeth, tightening his grip around the you as you continued to thrash around wildly. “Is he really worth losing your life over!?” 

“He needs to pay!” You struggled, kicking the wall in front of you and pushing off hard enough to send you and John crashing to the floor. 

John let out a low grunt of pain with the hit, but was otherwise unaffected, managing to keep his arms secured around your body as he quickly disarmed you and pinned you down with his bodyweight. After a minute of rolling around and banging each other against various objects and furniture, John finally managed to get the upper hand: Pinning you against the wall, leaning in and searching your eyes. 

Honey, think this through,” He tried to reason, still struggling to restrain you as you tried to gouge his eyes out with your thumbs. “He’s already gone… If you carry on like this, you’re going to bleed out… then you’ll never get your revenge.”

You narrowed your eyes at your long time partner, biting down on his shoulder and head butting him in the face hard enough to send a trickle of blood running down his nose. 

“Yeah!,” You retorted. “Because you let him go, you bastard!”

John stared at you with bewildered brown eyes, deflecting a fury of punches and bites as you tried to barrel your way through him. 

After what felt like an hour of screaming and fighting, John finally pinned you to the floor, sitting atop you and securing your arms down with both his hands. You let out a guttural sound, scrunching your nose for a moment before throwing your head back against the floor in exasperation and giving in to your exhaustion. John gave you a questioning look, as if to ask, “You done yet?”. You only scowled, letting your eyes search the room and lock on a last resort escape route. 

Don’t,” John warned, realizing your intentions. 

He sounded tired; unamused and unwilling to let you put up a fight. The man let out an exasperated sigh, giving you a vexed and final look over. After a moment, he decided to do the only thing he knew would diffuse the situation entirely: He knocked you out with a quick blow to the back of the head and hauled you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing. 

“I told you this wasn’t debatable,” he said, lifting you up and ducking out through a nearby door. 

Claws 4

It’s been three weeks since Lance decided to step aside from his duties as a Paladin. He realized he wouldn’t be in the heat of battle for the time being but he didn’t realize he’d get this bored or feel this sick.

He’d been moved into the infirmary when he began to run a high fever that lasted for a week. Ever since then he’d have someone watching over him constantly. Now being stuck in the infirmary while sick with someone watching you like a hawk for three weeks is about the most boring thing you can think of.

Whenever Lance insisted he was better and tried to sneak into the training room someone was sure to stop him before he could even turn down the hallway. He knew everyone was just watching out for him and wanted to make sure he recovered before going back to training and doing missions.

“Hey Lance,” he turned his head and saw Hunk, Shiro, Pidge and Keith enter the room while Coran and Allura we’re checking his vitals for what felt like the thousandth time that day.

“Hey guys.” He replied with a weak smile.

“How’re you feeling today? Any better?” Pidge asked as she sat on one of the sides of his bed.

“I️ feel like I’m gonna die.” Lance mumbled under his breath, turning his head to the ceiling and closing his eyes. He heard a sharp intake of breath and lifted his head while opening his eyes just a fraction.

He saw Keith’s and Pidge’s panicked expression, Shiro and Hunk’s concern as they began feeling his forehead and asking him a myriad of questions and Allura and Coran frantically checking his vitals again while speaking to each other in Altean.

“Woah, woah, woah! Guys,” Lance began as he tried sitting up, “I️ meant I️ feel like I’m gonna die from boredom!”

“Couldn’t have found a better way to put that?” Keith growled. Lance rolled his eyes as he flopped back on the bed.

“Do I️ really have to stay in here all the time though? I’m better-“

“You’re not better Lance.” Shiro interrupted, “Those claw marks are still there and look as if you got them yesterday.”

“But they don’t hurt. What if they don’t ever go away and-“

“You’re not fighting until they’re better.” Shiro told him firmly.



“We can’t just wait around and hope they just get better in time-“


“With the way things are going they may never-“

“Lance!” Shiro yelled causing everyone to look at the Black Paladin in surprise, Shiro never yelled, ever.

Sighing Shiro looked at Lance, “We can’t risk you fighting right now Lance. We’re still trying to figure out what that creature was and if its claws are poisonous in anyway. Until we know the answer or can see you getting physically better, you’re staying here.”

“Like hell I️ am.” He retaliated, “Can’t we just try or something? I️ mean-“ Lance was cut off by the alarms going off.

“We’ll talk about this later.” Shiro said hurriedly as he and the others raced out of the room to get to their lions and Coran went to the control room.

Lance stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before sitting up, “I don’t have to listen to Shiro,” he mumbled as he began taking all of the tubes and wires out of his arms, “I’m my own person, meaning I️ can make decisions for myself. I️f I️ think I’m ready to go back out into the field then I’m ready to go back out into the field.”

He swung his legs over the side of the bed before heading towards the door and to his room. He immediately saw his suit in the corner where he left it. He quickly suited up and grabbed his helmet, hearing the others voices immediately.

“There’s too many fighters! We have to pull back and wormhole out of here!” Hunk yelled.

“We can’t do that! With this number of fighters any of them could travel into the wormhole with us and we’d have to continue fighting.” Shiro explained.

Lance ran to the escape pod bay looking at the pods. Pidge and Hunk had talked about how they were turning one of the pods into a fighter pod for in case they needed to fight the Galra and a Lion was down. Lance spotted a pod with the Voltron symbol on its side and assumed that was the pod he needed.

“The Castle’s particle barrier won’t last much longer!” Coran announced as he continued to try and assist the Paladins against the Galra.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you covered!” Lance yelled as he took out a ship that aimed its weapons at Keith.

“Lance?!” Everyone cried out in surprise.

“Lance you shouldn’t be out here, get back to the Castle now!” Allura ordered.

“Not happening, I’m already out here might as well stay. On a different note, why haven’t you formed Voltron yet?” Lance questioned.

“Blue’s being a little… difficult.” Pidge answered.

Lance sat in silence thinking as he continued to take out ships with the others before he got an idea, “Allura, switch me. I’ll take Blue and you take the fighter pod.”


“Lance are you insane?!”

“That’s basically suicide! You do see the amount of fighters out here right?”

“Well do any of you have a better idea?” Lance asked a bit frustrated, “Either we risk the Castle’s defenses going down as we continue to fight like this or we form- ugh.” The fighter pod was roughly thrown as a Galra fighter ship slammed into it on one side and a canon fired at it from the other.

“Lance?!” The others called out.

“I’m fine! But we need to form to Voltron! Blue won’t allow you to do that since Allura’s piloting but if we switch then we can end this!”

There was an uneasy silence for a few ticks before Shiro hesitantly agreed and had everyone cover Lance and Allura as they switched.

Lance let out a content sigh as he sat in the Blue Lion’s seat, “Hey beautiful, miss me?” Blue responded with a pleased purr.

“We’re gonna have a talk about you being stubborn about forming Voltron, do you remember what I️ said three weeks ago?” Blue let out a low rumble but before Lance could respond he heard Shiro shouting to form Voltron.


Lance stepped out of Blue after returning to the hanger. After Voltron was formed, they managed to take out enough fighters for them to safely wormhole away.

As Lance took off his helmet he saw the others rushing towards him and sighed.

“Let me see, now.” Shiro demanded his tone strict and cold. Lance couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he took off his armor along with the top half of his flight suit.

Shiro immediately began to unravel the white bandage covering Lance’s shoulder and torso before letting out a frustrated sigh, “It’s worse now Lance, what the hell were you thinking?!”

Lance looked down at his side and noticed the claw marks were still bleeding, the sides of them the same black-ish purple with the same tinge of green as before but now the sides of them were bruised as well.

Lance shrugged, “Could’ve been worse.”

“Could’ve been worse?!” Keith yelled at Lance, “It should’nt’ve happened in the first place! Why did you even go out there? It was completely idiotic!”

“Well one, I’m apart of this team and was doing my job and two, you guys needed the help. You were barely holding your own out there.” Lance explained incredulously.

“But you were the one who suggested you step down from being a Paladin.” Hunk pointed out.

“Yeah? Well now I’m deciding to be a Paladin again.”

“You can’t just change your mind like that, Lance.” Pidge said.

“And why not?”

“Why not? Lance look at yourself! You look terrible and you look like you’re gonna pass out at any second!” Shiro said.

Lance knew he was right. He felt horrible. He knew he was sweating and breathing extremely hard. Instead of nodding his head and turning for his room to get rest he narrowed his eyes into a pointed glare, “If you don’t want my help then you won’t get it.”

“Lance.” Pidge sighed with an eye roll.

“No! I’m- I️’m serious! If you guys can’t- can’t appr-appreciate what I️ do, and that I️ jus- just saved your lives then-“

“Hey Lance? You okay buddy?” Hunk asked with concern as he took hold of Lance’s shoulders as he began swaying.

Lance seemed to be thinking something over in his head before he gave a small laugh, “They’re poisoned, duh. Man we’re dumb aren’t we? The bear thingy has poison claws and now I’m poisoned. Why didn’t we search for an antidote? How did we not know? Why’d it take so long?”

Lance’s speech was so slurred it was almost impossible for the others to figure out what he said. Almost. The others looked at each other silently asking the same questions. Why hadn’t they known? It was obvious… Wasn’t it?

“I️ think I’m gonna pass out now.” Lance announced with his slurred voice as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.


Yay! Part 4 is finally done! What did y’all think of it? Let me know, hope you enjoyed! :)