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The Librarians: Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

Fine Line

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Mark

Rating: NC-17

Prompt: “Please put your penis away.” / Smut / It’s a fine line between love and hate. At least, that’s what you tell yourself in order to remain blindly oblivious to the fact that, despite your best efforts, you have a definite attraction to your roommate. A roommate who may or may not like you back. 

Word Count: 2,330

Originally posted by gotpmgifs

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i havent made a post about trans girl jason in a while and i miss her so

• she just goes by grace. she spends ages worrying over a name and being unable to find one that she likes, but nothing fits. piper and reyna both agree that only the name ‘xena’ is badass enough for her to deserve, but she laughs and says no thanks. she thinks, 'maybe gabrielle?’ and likes it, but it just doesnt feel…. right. its a good name for sure but… for a different girl.

• well, technically, she doesnt just go by grace, that was a lie. leo actually calls her 'supergirl’

when she tells leo shes a girl his eyes go wide and his jaw drops and she feels so afraid for a moment but then he says loudly “youre not blond superman, you’re supergirl! that makes so much more sense!” and he’s grinning and being his usual self. he makes a few jokes about how “pixie cuts are in, dont worry about the hair” because thats the only way he seems to know how to be nice and she quietly resigns herself to a lifetime of being stuck with him

secretly, though…. she thinks its sweet. and shes more relieved than she’s ever been

• she’s called other things, too. 'friend’, for one. 'sister’ when she tells thalia, who’s over the moon to hear she has a little sister. 'fly girl’, by percy and piper, as well as 'gorgeous’.

and on one memorable occasion… 'legs’. that had been the first time she’d seen dakota since she’d begun to present more femininely. it was also her first time being cat-called.

she’d bristled and turned to strike the dude into a pile of ash, but then recognized dakota (who was smiling like a fat happy cat) and her face fell into flat annoyance. she looked at him with a blank stare for maybe twenty whole seconds before his cool, cheshire cat facade broke and he fell over into giggles.

“welcome to the land of the pink, white, and blue, my dear,” he said after their hello kisses and hugs. “its a hard road, but its…” he struggled to find the words

she smiled. “its different, but it feels a lot better.”

he grins too, and says thoughtfully, “i agree. funny, you and me, both praetors of the fifth cohort, both trans, both gorgeous…. we’re basically the same person.”

she laughs and pays along “we’re like twins.”

“you cant even tell us apart!” and so on, and so forth.

its good to see dakota again. his sense of humor is…. well, he’s dakota, and she’s missed that. being with him reminds her of simpler times. it reminds her how much and how very little things have changed since then.

• she’s also called 'aunt grace’. it started as a bit of a joke, since she’s technically the aunt of hermes cabin, apollo cabin, ares cabin, dionysus cabin, and athena cabin.

will solacd, who is also trans, started it. he’s telling her he’s proud of her for coming out, that if fighting monsters time and again didnt prove she was brave then this did. it makes her smile, even though she shrugs off the praise. this doesnt feel like bravery. mostly shes nervous and tired and irritated by how repetitive coming out has been.

she pulls herself out of her thoughts to reply but then his eyes go wider and he cocks his head to the side, as if surprised. “guess this means i have two aunts!”

theres a beat of silence. she blinks. “…what?”

will laughs, shaking his head. “sorry, i mean you and thalia! well,” will concedes. “two mortal aunts, i guess.”

then, before she knows it, cecil markowitz hears about it and is telling his entire cabin about aunt grace. aaaand the hermes cabin tells the other campers who tell other campers who tell other campers and word gets all the way around camp half blood. before she knows it, tons of kids are calling her “aunt grace”. most people say it ironically (at first) but the younger campers do seem to look up to her….

she talks to percy about the situation over an iris message and he laughs and laughs. “you always were the motherly type” he says. “does this make me uncle percy? can i choose to be uncle percy?”

she groans and throws herself down onto her bunk. “unbelievable”. but secretly, she doesnt mind. in fact… she kind of likes it. being an aunt, being a sister. its not so different than being an uncle or a brother, but she supposes thats because she never was those things. she’s always been supergirl and aunt grace and baby sister. maybe even 'legs’, she thinks, a quiet giggle escaping. she’s just finally allowing herself and others to truly realize that.

and its nice. very nice.

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Request: Shawn comes back from a celebrity party really wasted and Y/n worries and they get into an argument but the make-up and y/n is all like “You smell like a wet dog” / You’re seriously like a man-child / “You cannot banish me! This is my bed too!”

a/n: hiiii!! this is just a little short one but i hope y’all enjoy it!! i’ll be watching the grammy’s tonight so if you’re tuning in as well we should chat about it! i have a really busy few weeks coming up so i’ll try and get more writings up as soon as i can! but school is my top priority! i hope y’all are having a nice end/start to your week!!💜💜💜

           It was after three in the morning when you heard the door unlock to your apartment.  Shawn wasn’t very careful going about his actions either.  You heard him fling his shoes off as they loudly came in contact with the floor, you heard him stomp down the hall until he paused his movements for a moment.

           There was a part of you that wanted to be mad at him. He promised he wouldn’t some home late, yet here he was trailing in after three in the morning.  But then again, you knew he was out having a good time with his friends.

            He walked into the room, trying to be quiet, which backfired on him when he opened the door too fast and fell face first on the floor. 

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#6 Auston Matthews

okay so that hurt auston matthews one was so good, could you write something more like that? maybe not him being injured but just frustrated bc the leafs are losing lots of games or something like that

I LOVE ANGST but im v bad bc i just write everyone happy smh

Tbh i just realised i got two similar requests in a row

Warnings: language idk?? 

Song suggestion of the day: Scorpio by Emily Bea (its so sweet and I.. AWH)

Originally posted by putpriceonthepp

You narrowed your eyes a little as you tried to concentrate on the garbled instructions on the other end of the phone over the noise of the television blaring in the next room. You found yourself apologising quickly as you ducked your head out of the kitchen, covering the bottom of the phone as you did so. “Auston can you turn that down a bit.” You called, but you didn’t bother to linger long enough to see if your boyfriend, who was sat rigidly on the couch glaring at the TV, would actually comply with your request.

“Sorry,” you murmured into the phone, pressing a hand to your other ear as you attempted to catch what they were asking you as you tried to update your health insurance for the third time this week. “Okay, yep.” you replied, hastily scrawling something down on the notepad you had ready. You suppressed a groan of annoyance as the TV continued to play at exactly the same volume. “I’m so sorry.” you told the woman on the other end of the line before you walked into the living room, covering the phone again and resorting to standing in front of the TV to get your boyfriend’s attention. “Auston, can you please turn that down, I’m on the phone.”

Usually this wasn’t a problem but the way Auston had been acting lately was anything but usual. Your sweet and charming boyfriend had been moody and overly sarcastic for the past couple of weeks. No matter how open to talking you’d made yourself to him he was having none of it. So you’d given him space and hoped he’d sort himself out but now you were of the opinion that it had gotten a little out of hand. Auston had been watching his old games at full volume and you’d tried to be accomodating. He hardly spoke to you and you’d tried to be patient with him. He was hardly home and you tried to be understanding. But seeing as you were trying to keep this house functional, your patience was wearing thin.

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anonymous asked:

I really love the miraculous au!!! its so cool! could you do that one masked ballroom scene from the original post? >u< if you don't mind of course <3

Its the coolest thing ever, I spent most of tonight freaking out over it XDDD Bless @emthimofnight for coming up with this amazing AU <3

So yeah I don’t mind writing more for it haha. Thank you again to emthimofnight who told me more about the ballroom scene so I could write this!

THE INCREDIBLE FANART THAT INSPIRED THIS & other thing I already wrote for this au & a third thing I wrote for this au

Miraculous Ladybug au, featuring Killua (secretly Chat Noir) and Gon (secretly Ladybug). Enjoy!


The sad thing was, Gon almost didn’t recognize his best friend.

Not because Gon was a bad friend. Far from it; he could usually find Killua in a crowd just from the hunch of his shoulders, the hands shoved in his pockets. Gon didn’t need to see the starlight-silver hair or flash of midnight blue eyes to recognize the person Gon had grown up with his whole life.

This, though. This was entirely different.

“What’s the matter, Gon?” Killua asked, familiar smirk growing underneath an unfamiliar mask. “Cat got your tongue?”

Gon was too speechless to respond to the pun.

Killua was dressed head to toe in a startling white suit, adorned with matching gloves and an intricate cat mask that hid most of his face. His eyes- beautiful, shining, the deepest blue Gon had ever seen- glowed in the dim light, sparkling like jewels. The final touch was Killua’s hair- instead of its normal chaotic mess, Killua’s hair was now swept back in a graceful arc.

Gon’s heart throbbed. He had always known Killua was pretty. It wasn’t hard to miss the way other kids at school stared at him sometimes, despite the fact that Killua was a Zoldyck and ‘not to be trusted’ for a reason that made Gon’s hands shake with fury.

But right now- this very moment, standing in the center of a crowded Masquerade Ball, with chandelier lights glittering in the background and sweeping music drifting through the air-

This was the first time Gon realized how utterly breathtaking Killua truly was.

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How the turtles say goodbye to the s/o:

WARNING: NONE

Requested by: @mcartminec4

Hi! I’m going through a rough patch right now because I’m in military school & I’m going become a Solider but my parents won’t see that. So can I a scenario where the turtles have to say goodbye​ to their​ S/O who is going to war. You don’t have to do it. If it’s hard to understand it’s basically turtles x depressed solider reader. (I’m so sorry 😅)

Originally posted by heroinewithoutashell

Leonardo:

Leo puts on a front; he’s the leader, the other’s can’t see him weak. But the truth of it is he’s going insane; he can’t handle losing you, he loves you far too much and now he has to say goodbye. Goodbyes were never something he’d had to do before, because he’d never lost anything he loved, and never had he been more grateful of that. This sucked. It was painful and horrific, and he didn’t think he could recover from the loss of this love. He kissed you so tenderly, you barely felt it, and his lips just hovered there for what felt like forever, but at the same time it wasn’t nearly long enough. You had to look at him, one last time, and you could see each other breaking at the thought of being apart. But the main reason it hit Leo so hard, was because he was the leader; and this was the one thing he could not control. He was powerless, because he was losing you.

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Raphael:

He won’t let on that he’s upset, because he’s too tough for that, but really he’s dying inside. Breathing is agonising as he stares at you, preparing to walk out of his life for good. He doesn’t want to let you leave, but he can’t do anything to make you stay. So he puts on a brave face, plays it off like nothing, but when its his turn to say goodbye, it begins to fall. He’ll mutter quietly, so that the other’s don’t hear his soppy excuse of a goodbye, and he’ll hold you for as long as possible when you give him a final hug. When you look up at him, you can see the pain in his eyes, and even you don’t want to pull away. This is him losing his everything, and the damage is already visible in his hollow green eyes. He loves you more than he could ever say, and right now holding you is the only thing holding him together.

Originally posted by karai-oroku00

Donatello:

He won’t say much, in the upcoming days he’ll distract himself with work so that he doesn’t have to face the awkwardness of being around you, knowing you are going to leave him in a matter of days. And when the time finally comes that you have to go, he’ll stumble over his words, not finding the right ones to say before his time with you runs out. And you’ll just smile, trying to memorise every inch of his face, and when he gets too choked up to continue, you reach up and kiss his cheek, knowing that words aren’t always enough.

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Michelangelo:

He’ll look at you with the saddest eyes you’ve ever seen, and in a second you’ll regret leaving. Despite having to go, you’ll want to stay just to stop Mikey looking at you like that. He won’t even try and play it off cool, even if it’ll make it easier for you to leave him, he just doesn’t have the strength. He’ll let out a soft sob, and pull you into a crippling hug, which neither of you want to end. Because Michelangelo knows that as soon as he lets go of you, you’ll be gone for good. And he doesn’t ever want you leave, he loves you too much to ever say goodbye. Even though he has to…

New Neighbor

Challenge 07: Breathless
Genre: Fluff
Character: Jaebum

Plot: You try to get close to your new neighbor Jaebum by stalking joining him on his morning run.

[Masterlist]

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Here’s the thing. Your mom always taught you to be kind to your neighbors. When you’re out of town for a business trip, who’s the most likely to help babysit your cats? Your next door neighbor. And what if one day you get kidnapped, who will be the first to notice you go missing? Your next door neighbor, of course.

So when sweet old Mrs. Baek moved out and was replaced with a chiseled, leather-clad, young man, you were determined to make him your next insurance. But here’s the other thing…you and the elderly, you guys mesh like peas in a pod! But young men your age, particularly handsome, chiseled, leather-clad men…not so much.

“What do leather-wearing young dudes like, Tuna?” you asked your orange tabby as you dug your way through the ingredients in your fridge.

Your grey cat, Sundae, purred against your legs at the sight of the open fridge. You smile at the hungry feline before closing the fridge and picking her up into your arms.

“Sundae? Shall I make him sundae, Sundae?” you coo, snuggling into the grey ball of fluff. You put your cat down and settle down on the kitchen floor, thinking seriously about making him a meal. Young men usually liked home cooked meals right?

You rise back up, determined to start cooking. You weren’t the best cook out there, but you weren’t bad either. Besides, it’s the thought that counts, right?

-

And so there you were, at his front door with three containers full of sundae, scallion pancakes, spicy rice cakes and a thermos full of kimchi chigae. He was bound to like one of these. You stood at his door for another minute, trying to gather your thoughts.

Say hi.

Introduce yourself.

Remember to smile.

Please don’t stutter.

Be confident, Y/N!


And then the door flew open, catching you off guard. Your eyes grew wide as you found yourself standing right in front of your new neighbor. He was even better looking up close.

“F-f-f-food…” your stupid mouth managed to bumble out.

“Huh? Uhh…I didn’t order anything,” he looked at you confused. You could feel your face growing hot with embarrassment as you shook your head in reply.

“Ah, no, umm…I meant…” you let out an exhausted sigh, closing your eyes to compose yourself. _Imagine he’s an old man. An old man like Mr. Lee from down the street. “Hi.”

He let out an amused chuckle. “Hello?”

You smile, a bit relieved. He looked less scary when his eyes were curled into crescent shapes.

“Umm, I’m sorry,” he said again, breaking you away from your trance. “I’m a little busy right now.”

“Ah…okay,” you mutter as you watch him pass you by and enter the waiting taxi across the street.

You looked at the bags of food in your arms in defeat. Sighing, you place the food by his door. You’ll just tuck a note in there to let him know your intentions. You were going to make him like you whether he wanted to or not.

-

A week passed and you made no progress. In fact, you had actually lost your Tupperware in the process. But were you going to give up? Absolutely not!

“Absolutely not!” you said aloud to Tuna and Sundae as if to reassure yourself. Ignoring your newfound energy, the cats stretched lazily before going back to their evening nap. You walked to your closet, hesitantly taking out your workout gear.

Every morning, without fail, your neighbor had gone running. Afterword though, he would disappear in a taxi and wouldn’t come back until late at night. You knew this from the two loud slams of the door he made when leaving for the day and then coming back home. You wonder if he had even eaten your home cooking. Nevertheless, you set your alarm clock to 5AM sharp. You were determined to be a kind neighbor!

But at the violent ring of your phone alarm going off at dawn, you suddenly didn’t feel so kind. You groaned, forcing yourself to rise from the safe and warm embrace of Tuna and Sundae who were snuggled closely across your neck and leg.

The cats groaned at your rustling but found solace in the warm empty space you left behind. You rolled your eyes at them, wishing you could switch places with them. Although you had to admit, if Tuna and Sundae were in your place they probably would’ve already been good old friends with your neighbor by now.

With one last exhale, you changed into your workout gear and reluctantly left the house. Outside was still cold. The sun hadn’t even risen yet. You looked across your yard to his door. No sign of life. After standing at your door for a few minutes you started to worry if he had already gone running.

But to your relief his door opens and there is your handsome neighbor in his running gear that hugs him in just the right places. You blush when he turns your way. He gives you a slight nod before walking down his steps. You follow quickly.

You were so determined to meet him again that you actually hadn’t planned what you were going to say when meeting him.

“M-Morn-” you started as you approached him.

However, maybe you had said it too softly, but he began lightly jogging away. You blushed with embarrassment, feeling silly after being ignored. But you were already outside and squeezed tightly into workout clothes you hadn’t worn since last summer. Nothing was going to stop you now!



And then he started sprinting.

You huffed after him, feeling your heart beating violently against your chest as your face grew hot with exhaustion. The cold morning air wasn’t much help as it entered your lungs, leaving you wheezing desperately.

You slowed to a stop, landing on the grass in defeat. By now he was already long gone out of your sight. You heaved in disappointment, trying to catch your breath and soothe the ache in your shins.

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea,” you mutter to yourself, blowing at the hair in your face. You stretch out your legs, staring at the sky that was slowly glowing with soft orange hues. At least you had a pretty sunrise to pacify your painful exhaustion.

As you watched the sun slowly rise from the horizon, you could understand why he got up so early. This was a pretty sight to see.

You were ready to walk back home now when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around, tearing your eyes from the sky only to see your neighbor looking at you with concern.

“Is everything okay?” he asked, taking a seat beside you.

“A-ah, y-yeah,” you quickly mumble, trying hard not to stare at the sweat running down his face and dripping to his collar bones.

“I’m Im Jaebum by the way,” he introduced, sticking out his hand towards you. You take his hand gently, trying hard not to smile too widely.

“Y/N,”

“Sorry about before, Y/N,” Jaebum looked at you with a sheepish smile. “I didn’t mean to be rude when I walked away suddenly.”

You shake your head vigorously. “No, no it’s okay. I was the one who stopped by so suddenly.”

He looked at you for a moment. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re wheezing.”

You turned red with embarrassment, trying to breathe less so he wouldn’t hear.

“I’m fine,” you mutter with constricted lungs.

He laughed, his eye curling as he patted your back soothingly. “No, please, breathe normally. The wheezing should subside once your body finds its balance again. Do you have asthma?”

You shake your head, watching as Jaebum grabs hold of your hand, placing two fingers softly against your pulsating wrist. You blush. His fingers are a bit rough but have a warm touch.

“Must be the cold air then. Don’t force your body to run too hard, it’ll only hurt your body more in the long run.”

You nod softly, glancing up at his face as he stares down at your wrist. At a closer look, he didn’t seem as scary as he did in his leather jacket. His brown hair fell delicately over his eyes. He was literally glowing with the sun shining on his face.

You gulped, looking back down before he caught you. “Are you a doctor?”

He lifted his head with a smile. “No, actually I work at a local clinic. I’m a physical therapist for people with disabilities.”

“So you’re a doctor,” you smiled, noticing his tone shifting as he talked about his profession.

He chuckled softly, a glint in his eyes at seeing your own smile. “Tell my parents that.”

“But you are!” You say, trying not to yell it. “Sounds like you’re doing something great and meaningful. What parent wouldn’t be proud of a son like you?”

He looked away shyly. “You’re really good with your words.”

You laugh at this. “Actually, I’m a writer. Nothing big though, just small stuff for a magazine.

“Oh really? I’d love to read some of your stuff.”

You chuckle. “My cats will be so relieved to know I’ve found someone new to read to.”

Jaebum’s ears perked up at this. He turned to you with a wide smile. “Cats?”

“Tuna and Sundae,” you say proudly. You could see his eyes widening with excitement.

“I have three cats,” Jaebum said enthusiastically. “Nora, Odd, and Kunta.”

You can’t help but squeal a little. You loved meeting fellow cat lovers. You wheezed out a cough, your lungs constricting from the feelings of excitement. Jaebum laughed, rubbing your back again.

“You don’t run much do you?” he chuckled.

You blush. “Not really. To be honest, I was just trying to talk to you…so I could formally introduce myself.”

He grinned. “You know you could just knock on my door, right?”

“But where’s the excitement in that?” You joke. “I’m a writer remember?”

“Ah, of course, of course.”

“But in all seriousness, it did feel like this was my only option. You leave so early and don’t come home til late at night.”

“Ah yeah, sorry about that. My schedule has been hectic since I’ve just moved in.”

“No need to apologize. I feel sorry for your cats though.”

“Oh, I see you’re the guilt-tripping type.”

You laugh, halfway coughing again, but the pain was all worth it. I mean, look at you now, having a better conversation than you’ve ever had with Mr. Lee or Mrs. Baek. “Did you try the food?”

He stopped rubbing your back and gave you a thumbs up. “It was the best meal I’ve had in years!”

You look up in surprise. “R-really?”

He nodded. “I’m so grateful to have such a kind neighbor.”

“Ayy, you shouldn’t eat random food outside your door though,” you teased, trying to hide the blush growing from his compliment.

He chuckled. “But you left a note.”

“Ah, that’s true,” you agreed thoughtfully.

“I’m sorry about the containers. I’ve been meaning to give them back to you, it’s just…”

“Oh, it’s alright. Take your time, I know you’re a busy person,” you reassure him with a smile. He looked at you, his cheeks turning slightly pink. He rubbed the nape of his neck, looking away from you.

“I guess that too, but…mostly, I’m just not good at talking to pretty girls.”

Your eyes widen as your lips curl into a smile reflexively. “P-pretty?”

“Ahhh~!” he yelled in embarrassment, hiding his face in his arms. You laugh as his ears go bright red. You were glad you weren’t the only one feeling shy.

“And this whole time I thought you were going to be a scary new neighbor,” you chuckle. “Turns out you’re just a soft cat dad.”

He chuckled, lifting his head from his hands. “Well, turns out you’re prettier in person.”

You blushed, looking away shyly.

“I mean, kind of a stalker too,” he added jokingly. “But seeing as you’ve suffered enough this morning, I’ll let it slide.”

He winked at you teasingly.

“You should stop by my clinic one day,” he offered. “Some physical therapy might help you out.”

You roll your eyes at all his teasing.

“Well, if you’re being so kind, I’d also like to offer my hand in caring for your cats when you’re gone. Since I work at home,” you grin mischievously. “Some human presence might help them feel less neglected.”

Jaebum stared you down, his mouth slightly open in dismay.

“Wow, Y/N, you’re kind of savage.”

“But still pretty right?” You smile sweetly. “Jaebum-sshi, I’m pretty right? Still pretty?”

Trying to conceal his smile, Jaebum rose from his seat on the grass. You laugh, watching him walk away. You quickly rise, following after him, giggling the whole way home as he tries his best to ignore you. 

Connection Twenty Seven

*Found on google* 

Connection.  Read Chap One here. Two. Three Four.  Five. Six. Seven. Eight.  Nine.  Ten.  Eleven.  Twelve.  Thirteen.  Fourteen.  Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen.  Eighteen.  Nineteen.  Twenty.   Twenty One.   Twenty Two.   Twenty Three.   Twenty Four.   Twenty Five.   Twenty Six.

Sherlock x reader

Summary: an American forensic psychologist hired by Mycroft Holmes. You thought it would be more interesting and fulfilling than your previous job with a law firm in London but you had no idea how much it would change your life. Or really, how much one person would change everything.

Word Count: 4565


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Sherlock stirred, feeling consciousness coming back as flashes of images sped through his mind. Reaching Lestrade’s office, tucking his wallet into his pocket and calling the number on the phone just below the picture that made his blood run cold. The voice on the phone giving him an address and he was sure he made it there but he couldn’t remember much more.

He was in a chair, his arms and legs strapped down with some kind of rope, thick and well made. He opened his eyes and felt the pain at the back of his head. With a quick cursory glance, he was in a small room and a tall, dark-haired man was leaning against the wall watching him. “Moran. Moved onto bigger game?”

Moran strolled over and leaned down in front of his face wrapping his left arm around Sherlock’s shoulders. He grinned then punched him hard in the stomach. Moran pulled back before Sherlock convulsively bent forward then Moran pressed his forehead to the side of Sherlock’s head, “was that the best you had? You’re slipping.”

Sherlock looked him in the eye, “I’ve never been known for polite conversation.”

Moran laughed and clapped him on the back, “yes. You and Jim had that in common.”

Sherlock’s brow furrowed, “if finding her is part of the game, it’ll be difficult to play tied up like this. Or did he forget to teach you?”

Moran’s fist collided with his cheek. “You were the game, you always were the game.”

Sherlock worked his jaw checking for any possible fractures then Moran walked out of the small room. Sherlock counted every step he took trying to map the floor plan but then the steps started back along with a heavy scraping of wood against wood. He dragged a chair in and turned it around before tipping it over. Y/n fell forward and with her hands tied to the arms of the chair, she had nothing to break her fall. Sherlock forced himself not to look away as the sick crunching of her landing reverberated in his skull.

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anonymous asked:

Oh! Could you do UF and US skelebros with an S/O who works at an animal sanctuary? One of the ones that has everything from a few tigers to your average dog. And the skellies go to visit S/O at their job and S/O is just feeding a tiger. Carrying on conversation as normal. But just feeding a tiger.

* Tag yourself I’m the tiger


UF!Sans

He brings their favourite takeout to the job, walks in and sees his S/O face to face– scratch that, giant carnivorous beast mouth to tiny human meat hand with a goddamn tiger. They greet him casually and he kind of just… stands there in a half frozen daze. Some part of him knows his S/O is safe and knows what they’re doing, but that part is drowned out by mild panic and a protective surge that makes him drop everything and pull them away from the tiger. Commence a very small argument that ends with,
“Yeah but you’re a scary ass monster with sharp teeth so I don’t see the difference.”
“oi, the difference is i love ya and i ain’t gonna bite yer face off.”
S/O walks into the enclosure and hugs the tiger while Red worries. “Aw, you see? He loves me too~”
Annnnnnd now he’s jealous of a tiger. “Aw babe, don’t worry you’re still my favourite.”

UF!Pap

If his S/O thinks its normal, he’s going to pretend he’s not really intimidated and also act normal. He continues to try to have a conversation with them, trying overly hard to look relaxed. But he’s actually zoning out to stare at the tiger and keeps missing chunks of their conversation. He’s partly admiring the magnificent power and stature of the beast, partly worrying for his S/O’s safety. Still, he trusts them to know what they’re doing. And any person worthy of dating him can take on a beast like that no problem. He ends up talking to his S/O about the tigers, learning as much as he can about the ferocious beasts and trying to see if they can adopt one.

US!Sans

He is very curious about the tiger and the things his S/O does at work. Of course he’s apprehensive about it at first, but he trusts his S/O’s judgement and skill in what they do for a living. Still, he always gives them warnings about the dangers of the wild tigers, just in case they forget. He loves to hear about everything they talk about at work, wanting to learn as much about their life as possible. He’ll even help out with feeding the tigers. HE’S NOT AFRAID AT ALL! HE’S IN THE ROYA- GAH OK IT HAS VERY LARGE TEETH

US!Pap

Did… did the weed he smoke earlier go bad? What the hell was in that blunt? He kind of just stands there and stares at the tiger for a very long time until his S/O laughs and asks if he’s okay. “I-I’m not seeing things right? That’s a tiger. Right?” He’s very hesitant to go near it, but continues to relax with his S/O, watching them do their job as they chat. He keeps staring down the tiger, daring it to harm his S/O. Technically, it may not understand speech, but death glares are a universal language. 

Shy – Park Jimin (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre:  some fluffy smut

Word Count: 1,765

Summary: Having a roommate of the opposite sex is problematic and you were totally against the idea at first. Especially if they’re attractive like Park Jimin. His dyed orange hair falling over his cute brown eyes, his beautiful tanned skinned, his radiating smile, god he was absolute perfection.

Request: Hola! Can I request a Jimin smut where you both are roommates, and Jimin secretly has a crush on you, and he accidentally walks in on you naked? And you are quite shy and innocent girl, and gets embarrassed because no one has ever seen you naked before

Originally posted by bangtanboysloves

Having a roommate of the opposite sex is problematic and you were totally against the idea at first. Especially if they’re attractive like Park Jimin. His dyed orange hair falling over his cute brown eyes, his beautiful tanned skinned, his radiating smile, god he was absolute perfection.

Having a roommate of the opposite sex, had its perks. You were both teased by your friends for living together, people would always mistake you both as boyfriend and girlfriend (which then resulted in both Jimin and you blushing madly).

When you first met Jimin he seemed like the average fuck boy. His snapback was on backwards, he was wearing a tank top that revealed his biceps (that you couldn’t help but stare at until he cleared his throat because you were looking at them for too long), ripped jeans that exposed his thighs and converse, not to forget that cold hard stare but such a baby looking face. Yep, practically fuck boy material.

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But can we talk about how Lexa has no idea Clarke left Camp Jaha to go to the woods by herself. Lexa probably sent a scout to spy on the sky people to see if Clarke was okay to make sure they weren’t planning a revenge attack but when the scout reports back she hears that Clarke is no where to be found. She hears that it seems like her people are in mourning, that the new leader’s (Abby’s) cries can be heard every night from his position in the trees. He tells Lexa that there are no plans of a revenge attack but instead he hears the girl with the broken leg who blows things up keep yelling at the Bellamy boy demanding how he could let this happen and saying it was his fault Clarke wasn’t there. And the Bellamy boy cries too, but his cries can’t be heard over Abby’s. And Lexa hears this and she doesn’t know they’re upset because Clarke left she thinks that Clarke is dead. And she thinks it’s her fault. And she tries so hard not to break because she has to stay strong for her people and she sees Clarke every night in her dreams so thAT WHEN CLARKE ACTUALLY SHOWS UP IN POLIS SHE THINKS ITS JUST A DREAM BUT ITS REAL ANd she won’t care that someone else will see the tears falling down her face and she will stare at Clarke and barely be able to speak “How are you real?” 

Homeward, Part Two

Pairings: Ward x friend!Reader, Danny x friend!Reader

Prompt: Reader is an abusive relationship with a member of the Hand and seeks out her childhood friends for help. (submitted by @rune-of-a-writer)

Warnings: Swearing, Implied Emotional Abuse, Angst

Word Count: 1,720

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Homeward, Part Two

Impeccably dressed as always, with a dark blue vest suit, matching pants, wine-colored tie, and shoes that shined to the point of reflecting the overhead lights, Ward Meachum looked perfectly at home in the high-rise Manhattan apartment. It made you feel that odd mental vertigo, the same sensation of being on the outside, looking in, that you had experienced looking up at Danny’s building.

Ward’s gaze flickered upward to meet yours as soon as you entered the space, his eyes growing darker in confusion as he stared above the rim of his glass. You opened your mouth to speak, to at least greet him like a normal human being, but that strange paralysis had overtaken you again, and you closed your mouth instead.

The silence stretched between you as he sized you up, gaze trailing over you from head to foot, one eyebrow slowly lifting as he took note of the way you rubbed your arms from a chill that wasn’t there.

“(Y/N),” he finally said as way of greeting, peering at you as if your appearance was a curiosity to him. “It’s been a while.” His tone was languid and disinterested, but his eyes took in your disheveled appearance with far too much keenness.

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anonymous asked:

oooooo are the requests open????? could you write me a scenario in which Terushima's s/o gets a tongue piercing just like his and he's not quite sure how to react lmao - thanks in advance, you're the best!!!💖💖💖💖

I thought this was such a cute idea. Teru would be so shocked and would legit become so enraptured by it, like, “holy shit, is this what it feels like for you too?”

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The phrase ‘getting a taste of your own medicine’ had never felt as prevalent as it did that day he walked into class. Terushima hadn’t seen him for a nearly a month - he had gone on vacation somewhere in Europe with his family - and his entire body was vibrating with excitement at being able to hold him again, to kiss him again. And he was instantly to his feet when that boy he had been longing for all this time finally made his appearance in his life again.

Closing the space between them at last, Terushima felt as though he couldn’t get to him soon enough, his grin wide as he enveloped his boyfriend tightly into his arms. No words were exchanged between them as he brought his mouth to slot easily with the familiar one that had been missing too long in his life. The kiss was returned easily, his boyfriend’s hands rising to cup the back of his neck, thumbs brushing against the soft, close cut hair their before deepening the kiss. Tongues slipped past each other, something Terushima didn’t they would do in public but it had been a long time since they had seen each other. He felt it take its familiar course around the cavern of his mouth and it took its time with rolling along the top hard palate where something hard–

Terushima pulled back with surprised eyes, hand shooting to his lips as he stared at the smirking face of his boyfriend. A shudder rolled it’s way down his spine as his brows furrowed, because something was different and he had expected it to be so. Really, the first question out of his mouth should’ve been anything along the lines of ‘how was your trip?’ but he was too confused, too shocked, too… turned on that he breathed the question, “What the fuck was that?”

Without giving a verbal answer, his tongue slipped out of his mouth for Terushima to see as it traveled along his bottom lip with a new silver ball pierced into it. A warmth pulled into his stomach at the sight as he tried to register it - really register it. Because, god, his boyfriend got his tongue pierced and he hadn’t told him. Purposefully didn’t tell him probably to get the very reaction he was receiving based on the smug expression that worked its way over his features. He wanted to say something - anything - but he couldn’t get anything to come out, he had been shocked into silence.

It was when he had moved forward, his lips pressing to the shell of Terushima’s ear, that he was able to shake some of the initial surprise off. His love was take into his mouth and he felt the roll of metal over the flesh - it took everything inside him to not let his body embarrass him in public - before those lips parted to speak, “Payback time, baby.” And Terushima couldn’t wait.

Sleepover

request: “I’m dating Jungkook almost three years and he’s invited me to sleepover at the dorm during Blood, Swat and Tears promotions. We have a blast with everyone and I am a heavy sleeper and I was thinking JUNGKOOOK woke up early to grab breakfast and nobody wanted to wake me because I’m scary to get up sometimes but then while everyone was sleeping. Came downstairs dead tired and I forgot to put on pants and I was just wearing my underwear and bra in Jungkooks over sized shirt that I left un buttoned and everyone’s mouth dropped” ~ Taemins_LittleNoona

genre: fluff and smut

pairing: jungkook x you

word count: 3,668

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A/N: I don’t know how this turned into smut but it did oops (unedited) ~Admin B


It had been a hectic year for your boyfriend and the rest of BTS. They had just finished most of their promotions for Blood, Sweat, and Tears and the MAMA Awards were finally done. All they had left was the end of the year stuff. Jungkook had insisted you come over during their little sleepover party to celebrate their win.

When you arrived you were overwhelmed with hugs and screaming boys. Taehyung practically tackled you when you walked in while Yoongi opted for a wide grin and fist bump. To be fair though, they were all kind of losing their minds over the win. None of them were expecting that. “Y/N! Come sit, we’re gonna watch a movie,” Jungkook called from his spot on the floor. After dropping your bag in his room, you walked over to him, leaning over to plant a light kiss on his lips. Instead of sitting on the ground next to him, you opted for the empty spot on the couch directly behind him.

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lillotte17  asked:

96. "Is that… is that my bra?” *eyebrow waggle*

This has literally sat in my asks for months. What list it is referring to, I have no idea. BUT! It actually tickled my creativity enough to get me to briefly peak out from my school induced hiatus. 

Surprisingly not nsfw. Also, don’t ask what AU this is, I don’t know, let’s not think about it too hard.

Uthvir belongs to @feynites


Being a Dalish elf in a human city is weird. The humans stare at her face and are totally freaked out, though most are kind enough to just stare instead of saying anything. Though that kindness is still…eh. It’s weird, and it has its unpleasant bits. So when she met another Dalish elf, she sort of…clung. And she in turn clung too. They’re rare sorts in these parts and they figured it was best to stick together.

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Smoke Part 8

Story Summary: You knew Bucky and Steve back when you were kids. When they both disappeared in the war, you let Peggy experiment on you with the serum. It had a different effect on you than it had on Steve, and you’ve spent your life in hiding. What will happen when you finally make yourself known?
Word Count: 1,305
Warnings: swearing. Angst. Wanting to punch Bucky’s pretty face in, probably.
A/N: Thank you guys so much for the support with this story. I love you all!

Steve and Tony installed the security system, which took a couple of hours, and then Bucky arrived, helping Steve move his things into your spare bedroom. You avoided looking at Bucky at all costs. For now, its what you would have to do. You were standing in the kitchen, nursing a glass of water, when Tony appeared in the doorway. “Where do you want your guitars and keyboard?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. You let out a sigh. “I’ll come get them, just give me a moment.” You told him softly, and he frowned. “I.. I know this is hard for you. And I’m sorry.” He told you, and you nodded, smiling sadly. “It’s my fault, really. I wanted too much, too quickly. I’ll get over it.” He shook his head, letting out a small laugh, “Yeah.. I’m sure you’ll be fine.” With that, he left, heading back towards the spare room. You set your glass on the counter, taking a big breath to prepare yourself for this interaction.

You walked out of the kitchen slowly, keeping your eyes to the ground as you made your way towards the spare room.. Well, it was now Bucky’s room. You knocked on the door frame softly, attempting to show that you would be giving him privacy from now on. Steve and Bucky’s eyes flashed to where you stood, and Bucky cleared his throat, probably taking a moment to take in your appearance. You’re pretty sure you looked like a complete mess. “I uh.. I just came to get my keyboard and whatnot..” You said softly, rubbing your arm awkwardly. You looked up at Steve, and he just nodded. Bucky didn’t say anything. You walked in, grabbing your guitar case, flinging the strap over your shoulder before you grabbed your keyboard, folding the legs under it carefully. “Do you uh, need any help?” Bucky asked softly, and you shook your head. “I’m fine, thank you, James.” You replied, and saw him visibly flinch at the use of his given name. You pretended not to notice, walking quickly out of the room with your things.

You had just about reached my door, when you heard footsteps behind you. “Y/N.” It was Steve. You turned, facing him with a forced smile. “Yes?” You asked innocently. “Don’t do this.” He whispered, giving you a stern look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Steve. I’m treating him the way strangers should treat each other. Realistically, we’ve only known each other for a few days.” He shook his head at you, running his hand through his hair. “Can you please just be nice?” He whispered, as Bucky appeared in the doorway of his room. You nodded, smiling stiffly. “Sure, Steve. I’ll be nice.” With that, you turned back around, heading into your room.

You set everything down by your closet, letting out a long sigh and running your fingers through your hair slowly. Be nice. You told yourself. Roommates. Treat him like you’d treat a male roommate. Keep your distance, and you’ll be fine. You heard a soft knock come from your door, and you turned, seeing Bucky standing there. “Hey.” He said softly, and You crossed your arms over your chest. “Hello.” You replied, focusing your eyes on his chest instead of his face. You could still see his muscles through the thin shirt he wore, and it made a small bead of sweat appear on the back of your neck. “I just wanted to talk to you.. Make sure you’re okay with this.” He said, and you shrugged, “Sure. Steve thinks its for the best. I wont argue with him.” He shook his head slowly, letting out a small breath. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.” You bit into your lip, shrugging again. “Y/N…“ He took a step towards you, but you held your hand up to him, your palm hitting his chest. “You can’t do that.” You whispered, and his hands wrapped around your wrist, the bruises a light blue color. “I don’t know what you want from me.” He said softly, and you let out a small, dry chuckle. “I don’t want anything from you, James. This is simply what has to happen, until Hydra backs off. Think of it as a business relationship.” You told him quickly, pulling your wrist out of his grasp.

“I’m trying, Y/N. For fuck’s sake.” He breathed, covering his face with his hands. You suddenly felt guilt eat away at your stomach, and you sighed. “I’m sorry.” You whispered, chewing on your lip. He let his hands fall from his face, staring at the floor. “I know it’s hard for you, but its hard for me too.” He said, and you nodded. “We can make this work.. We just need to make some rules.” You told him, and he looked up at you. “Rules?” He asked, in disbelief. “Yes, rules, Buck. Boundaries.” He nodded slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Okay.” You let out another sigh, “We’ll discuss the rules after they leave. For now, just put on a face for Steve, please. He told me to be nice to you.” You said, and he chuckled, “He told me the same thing about you.” You forced a smile, walking past him to go towards your door, when he caught your arm, preventing you from moving. “I’m sorry.. That I broke my promise.” He whispered, and you shrugged in his grasp. “Don’t worry about it.. I’ll get over it.” You told him, and he squeezed your arm tightly before releasing you, following you out into the living room.

Tony and Steve were standing, chatting back and forth, but immediately stopped when they saw you leaving your bedroom. “Everything okay?” Steve asked as you approached them, worry in his eyes. “Yeah, everything’s fine.” You said softly, and Bucky nodded from beside you. Steve looked back and forth between you, not convinced. “It’s fine, Steve.” Bucky said, putting his arm around your shoulders, as if that would prove his point. You tried your best not to flinch at the contact, forcing a smile. Steve let out a breath, shaking his head. “Alright. I’ll be right down the hall if you need me.” He told you, and you both nodded, watching him and Tony walk out of the apartment.

As soon as the door shut behind them, you ducked out from under Bucky’s arm, taking a few steps away from him. “First rule, don’t touch me.” You said, and he let out a laugh, “You’re not serious, are you?”. He took a few steps towards you, and you took a few steps back, to match his movements. “Oh, I’m serious. Unless you have permission, or its a life or death situation, please refrain from touching me.” He shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “Fine. Next rule. Where ever you go, I go. If I’m not here, you don’t leave the apartment.” You let out a harsh laugh, “Who are you, my father?”. He smirked at you, taking a step towards you. “Next rule?” He asked, obviously not willing to budge on that one. “You need to wear a shirt, whenever you leave your bedroom.” You told him softly, and he laughed again, “Really, Y/N?” You nodded, chewing on your lip. He stared at you for a moment, before letting out a sigh. “Fine. You can’t call me James.” You kept chewing on your lip, but nodded again. “Any other rules?” He asked, looking at you cautiously. “Yeah. Don’t make any more promises you don’t intend to keep.” He let out a quick breath at your words, nodding slowly. “Fine.”

Originally posted by enochianess


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eumrin  asked:

PLZ WRITE IT OMG

learning curve
rate m for maybe what if’s
word count: 3,852
for hoseokjung cause i promised her namjoon smut and ofc aegyoh for inspiring/screaming with me about prof!namjoon sorry its literally MONTHS late D: i hope you guys enjoy it anyway :) 

Junior Seminar: The Philosophy of Being. Mondays and Wednesdays, 4:30PM to 6:30PM. Professor Kim, Namjoon (open to all).

Rate My Teacher Dot Com says in a bit more than 27 reviews–total eyecandy but actually a pretty hard grader; def knows what he’s talking about, if only i could pay attention cuz i’m too busy staring at his PERFECT FACE; dresses like he walked straight out of a vogue spread on goth chic but don’t be fooled by his dimples cause his tests will fuck your ass in a bad way; five out of five ALL across the table ;D–that he’s pretty good with students, pretty good with the subject, and more than just pretty to the eyes.

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Mr Wilkinson Smut Part 2 hope its ok sorry it took so long to write. Please read part 1 and my other imagines would be much appreciated also feel free to request stuff. Hope you like it :)

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