its also one damn embarrassing mix but lets not get into that

Unanimous (M) // BamBam & Mark Tuan

Originally posted by princemarkie

Pairing: BamBam x Reader x Mark

Genre: Smut, Threesome/Menage-a-trios, HouseMate!AU, Angst.

Summary; Upon returning to your boyfriend BamBam’s shared apartment after a crazy party, Mark finds himself wanting to join in on the fun you’re both having in BamBam’s bed.

Please note that this scenario is rated M for MATURE as it contains scenes of a sexual nature - drunken sex, threesome sex.

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anonymous asked:

hot mess/troublemaker nct would honestly kill me! but whatever group you do i'm sure it'll be amazing!! i always check up on your blog cos i love your writing so much it's my absolute favourite!! have a lovely day! 💌

soooo,,,,i got into a mood where i really wanted to do troublemaker!you and good boy!taeyong,,,,so here you all go,,,,,,,,,,,

  • taeyong,,,,is the most polite student on campus,,,who is always kind of quiet but is that student that holds the door open for 30423 other people and who (when pestered by johnny enough) will give up his notes in exchange for nothing at all,,,,,
  • likes to show up to class exactly 5 minutes early and keeps his pens color coded and organized,,,,,
  • but also has the face and body of a model so no one understands how he’s such a ???? soft boy ???? how is he not always staring at his reflection because what??? the higher powers really spent their time with him????
  • but yeah,,,,taeyong has never even shown an inkling of understanding to how hot the student body of this college finds him and he’s more inclined to get super duper red and shy if you as much as compliment him on his shirt
  • you on the other hand,,,,,,,,,,,let’s just say you’re nowhere as tidy and as diligent as taeyong neither are you as meek LOL
  • most of the time you’re kicking up your legs on the desk in class, texting on your phone,,,,,,even chewing gum loud enough that the teacher can even hear it
  • and you’re never one to let gossip about you go,,,,so you’ve been in a couple of arguments with a couple of people on campus and let’s just say,,,,,,,,you’re not trying hard to sell the ‘good college student image’ to anyone 
  • and taeyong’s freshly pressed shirts, clean sneakers, and pleated trousers are a stark contrast against your,,,,,,,,,,messier choices
  • and taeyong,,,,of course knows who you are,,,,,but out of everyone in all your class he’s never even bothered to entertain any of the rumors about you. he’s also,,,,never bothered you with (what you deem) to be useless, almost offensive questions
  • and you don’t know what it is about him,,,,,,,but you secretly agree,,,,,,,he is ,,,,,a handsome boy,,,,
  • and you friends will bring him up and call him the goody two-shoes,,,teachers pet,,,,,,,blah blah blah,,,,,but you,,,,,you always go along with it but inside,,,,you’re kinda like why the HELL do i want to hold that losers hand,,,,,,,,
  • but it bothers you,,,,because,,,,,,taeyong doesn’t really pay attention to anything but his books so one day you walk over to his table,,,,give one glance to boy sitting beside him and that boy scurries off 
  • and as you sit yourself down beside him taeyong doesn’t even look up and you’re like UGH,,,,,,,,,,so you’re like hey, you
  • and taeyong is looking around and then looks at you,,,,,lowering his eyes and stuttering out ‘m-me?’ and you’re like YEAH WHO ELSE,,,,,,,,wait ok sorry for that,,,,,,but yeah you can i see your book? i never bought the book for this class
  • and taeyong’s wide eyes get even,,,,,wider because he’s like,,,,,,we’re almost halfway through the sem- and you’re like yeah yeah boy i know let me see your book
  • and this is your first time,,,,,,,talking to taeyong and,,,,even though for the next three weeks you sit beside him he literally doesn’t try to initiate conversation and you’re convinced he hates you,,,,maybe he heard about that rumor about you,,,,or maybe he just finds you annoying
  • and it simultaneously pisses you off but also makes you embarrassed and it’s driving you nuts,,,,,,,,
  • but on the day where you got into a big mix up with this one person in the campus cafeteria and had basically come out of it unscathed,,,,just a slight cut across your hand and some minor scartches,,,,,as you’re coming into class
  • plopping down beside taeyong you’re shocked when you hear his voice again after so long and it asks,,,,,,,if you’re ok
  • and you look at him and taeyong like immediately apologizes because he thinks you’re pissed lmao but you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,im fine,,,,,,,,,
  • and he’s like oh! good! sorry,,,,,,,
  • and that’s the last straw who the heck does he think he is being this freaking fine,,,,,and then????? actually so sweet?? and you get up and you’re like TAEYONG
  • and he almost drops out of his damn seat and he’s like y-y—yEs,,,,and you’re like “outside, i need to talk to you” and the class is like RIP BUDDY
  • but as taeyong follows you into a corner in the hallway he’s surprised when he sees that you’re not,,,,,,,going to end his life,,,,,but instead you’re completely red in the face
  • and he’s like oh no i don’t think you’re ok - and you’re like IM NOT and he’s like IM SORRY and you’re like NO ITS BECAUSE OF YOU OH MY GOD JUST HOLD MY HAND OK?
  •  and taeyong is like OK YES GIVE ME YOUR HAND and without realizing you do and you’re standing there,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • and taeyong is literally Shaking,,,,,he’s holding your hand,,,,,,of all people
  • and you’re like also shaking inside not on the outside because he?????Agreed to hold your hand????? out of fear???????/ what???//
  • but taeyong suddenly squeezes your hand and faintly you hear him go,,,,,,,it’s smaller than mine,,,,,,,,and you’re like GFHODGEFS
  • and taeyong is like SHOULD I LET GO,,,,and you’re like suddenly he has such a loud voice holy shit is he as nervous as me
  • and you’re like NO I LIKE IT OK DONT YOU DARE LET GO
  • and taeyong is like OK I WONT IM SORRy
  • and you guys stand there,,,,,,,,for what seems like twenty damn minutes and finally you let go and taeyong is like,,,,,,,,,,,i-is there anything else you want from me??? and you’re like i kinda wanna kiss you too but,,,,i think we need to build up to that stage,,,,,
  • and taeyong swallows and you’re like,,,,,BUT if you don’t want to just tell me i won’t be mad - i promise i wont do anything
  • but taeyong is fiddling with the cuffs of his shirt but he’s like n o,, n,,,,,o i ,,,,,,,,,,,want,,,,,,,to,,,,,,,you’re,,,,can i say this?
  • and you’re like??????// sure
  • and he’s like “you’re,,,,,,,,,cute,,,,,i think so,,,,,,,im sorry was that out of line,,,,,,,” and you’re like blushing because no one has ever called you cute ???? before??????/ no on has ever had the guts but here taeyong is,,,,,, not the meek boy you thought he was 
  • but you grin and you’re like No,,,,,,i like it call me cute more often and you pat his back and suddenly you’re not as embarrassed because hehe taeyong,,,,,,the good boy likes you,,,,,,,,
  • but taeyong is like ?!?$#@LT:59ujgfds ?@??#$? in his heart because is it true - is this a dream - do you really like him - did he just hold your hand - he’s going into sensory overload - oh my god you guys skipped the first half hour of claSS,,,,,,,,but oh my god his significant other is the most feared person in school oh my god,,,,,,,,,,but also you’re the cutest person in school ,,,,to him,,,,,,,should he say that outloud again???????
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Originally posted by dazzlingkai

❝you have always been my everything.❞
→ park chanyeol
→ in where he has superpowers, and you are one of the very few people who know (a collaborative series with @soowritings)

Quick pants of breath replaced the sound of the movie that played on the background, long forgotten as the night continued on in a form of a much more pleasurable excitement.

Chanyeol’s hands found their place on your hip, while the other slid up from your hip to your chest to your cheek, holding your jaw and pulling you closer towards him as he kissed you roughly, passion emitting from the way his lips moved against yours.

You were straddling him, sitting on his lap while both of your legs stayed on either of Chanyeol’s side. Beneath you, his desperate want was caressing you, making you shiver at the small satisfaction and push your hips towards him, enjoying the friction made.

Although he really wanted to, Chanyeol contained his moans in fear that people would find out the naughty act you both were starring on. What meant to be a movie date turned into something much more intimate than planned out. It started the moment you felt his warm hands crawling up your thighs, lightly pinching the inside of it when it got closer and closer to your core. You couldn’t let him have fun without you, so you took the risk and placed your hand right about him, palming it through his shorts. Though the both of you seemed to tense, there were no regrets in picking the seats at the very back of the cinema, hiding your sinful touches and soft whimpers from the audience.

“You’re amazing,” Chanyeol said in breathy voice, the deep tone of his voice sounding much more sexier than it usually was. A smirk played on your lips as you kissed him, your hands gripping onto his bicep and neck, feeling the muscle beneath his skin and the warmth radiating from it. He groaned into your lips when you grinded your hips against his, enjoying the feeling of bliss.

Before you say anything, you pulled away from him, taking into sight his swollen lips and his messy hair with the help of vibrant lights coming from the screen as the movie played. You were out of breath, but not just by losing yourself in Chanyeol’s lips but by also in the way he looked at you as you sat on his lap, hands now on his shoulders to find balance, your hair equally as messy as his and lips probably more swollen than his when he softly took them between his teeth, biting your lips gently before swiping his tongue over them.

Short and almost inaudible moans may have escaped your lips just at the sight of him, it only hit you now that the popular hot business major who was more of a cutie was now yours and more specifically, beneath you, breathless as you continued pushing your hips against him, your core feeling his hard want. His head rolled back, his neck resting at the very top of the chair, eyes closed as the pleasure took over his tall frame. “Only for you, baby,” you whispered into his ears, nibbling on the lobes of his ear, licking them softly before leaving a trail of kisses from his ear to his neck. You sucked the skin of neck, calling out the hot blood that ran in his veins.

The moans and whimpers did leave your lips. His hands were working on you, one on your breast, massaging it beneath your shirt and bra, taking your nipple between his two fingers and pinching it, while the other has resting on your thigh, his thumb caressing your inner thigh, slowly finding their way to your front, rubbing against the sensitive area, pushing your euphoria further into its limit.

His name left with every moan, whimper, and groan that seeped from your mouth, and you could tell he liked it as his own lips spilled out your name in a growl, his deep voice now heavily raspy.

You were too lost at the moment, you didn’t realize that heat coming from his hands, his neck, and his body. Maybe it was just the immense exhilaration you’ve created in a heist to orgasm, that beautiful white hot bliss.

It never occurred, not even when your shirt was no longer on your body, its material nonexistent as you continued to please yourselves. The thought only hit you when Chanyeol’s warm hands were against your skin, the heat from his hand radiating to your cold body.

“Chanyeol,” you said, confusion mixed into your lust filled voice, “where did my shirt go?” Chanyeol’s trail of kisses abruptly stopped, however, his hands remained on your waist, warm and comforting despite the lack of coverage from the unknowing audience.

Chanyeol muttered curses beneath his breath, his hands now on his lips, his fingers playing against each other as he bit his lip in concentration. He was very conflicted for some reason. All that has happened was your shirt getting lost… for no reason at all… except one. “Chanyeol?” His name came out like a question, wondering if he was still sane and still had his wits to answer.

His eyes darted across the cinema, looking like he was searching the area for any signs of danger before placing his attention towards you. In his eyes, a deep fire flashed behind those deep brown colors, pulling you into a trance as you stared at it, slowly leaning towards him, your lips attracted to his and the warmth he provided. “I have to tell you something.”

“What?” You sounded like you didn’t know what was happening like as if you’ve never noticed this type of thing before, but Chanyeol was wrong. “I know you’re not like me,” you told him, sitting on his lap diligently like a kid, explaining to him how he was such an idiot that he could keep his powers hidden to you.

“Chanyeol, you always leave burnt handprints on our mattress after every time we do it, and you always also seem to be too warm even at the coldest places. Like please explain to me how on earth were you so warm when we were at the ice skating rink after your Economics lecture yesterday. I know you have powers, Chanyeol. Although it defies each law of our universe, I will accept you as a person with a heart, mind, and soul. I just wish you were open and honest to me about it.”

Somehow, your hand ended up in Chanyeol’s, seeking warmth in the comfort of his hidden flame within him. The only response you received from him was a steamy kiss, almost returning you back to your original intentions as the back of a theatre. “You’re so fucking amazing, Y/N,” he said, smiling as he pulled away from your lips.

“I’m not sure how the hell you’re taking this so well, but damn, I’ll take it. If only I wasn’t so afraid of revelation, I would have told you everything.” The fire within his eyes reflected a sad and mellow color of blue, his hands slowly losing their heat. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you about this absurd talent of mine, and it’s not just me who has these special talents. The othe-”

You butted into his statement, “Oh, is that why the room always seems brighter whenever Baekhyun laughs?”

Chanyeol let out a small giggle, unable to comprehend your calmness despite the insane topic of unreal supernatural powers given to him and the rest at birth. You joined him as you’ve realized every weird event with him and his friends were all connected to their own unique powers. You laughed even more when you’ve realized one thing.

You were shirtless, your bra exposed to the curious eyes of the world or more specifically, the audience as the credits rolled on the screen. Chanyeol caught up to the idea without you having to say anything, his eyes once again lost in concentration. The next thing you know, a big comfy shirt was on your body, and your hands could feel the hard lines of Chanyeol’s abs.

“Well, I can’t let others think that my girl is open for viewing,” Chanyeol said, raising from his seat as he held onto you, making sure your feet were firmly on the ground before releasing you from his strong hold.

The people’s eyes were now turned towards Chanyeol and his toned body. Each muscle was mesmerizing as his movements made them flex before your eyes… and the audience’s.

The familiar overprotective feeling of yours resurfaced, and you tried to cover him by placing your back directly against his, making sure it remained that way until you’ve reached his car which thankfully wasn’t far.

This time, the heat surging through your body was of anger and was your own, created by jealousy and anger at the selfish eyes of young women in the crowd. You slapped Chanyeol’s thigh as soon as he sat down on the driver’s seat. “Idiot! Next time you’re thinking about doing that, you better think again. You also have to learn how to have better control over your powers. I can’t go topless every time you get horny, Chanyeol!” You scolded him, although your cheeks were burning out of embarrassment. Chanyeol merely chuckled, his deep voice awakening your lust to complete your unfinished business.

“Okay, baby, but first,” his hand traced your thigh’s skin, lighting fires within you as its warmth drew closer and closer towards your core, your breaths started to sound like whimpers, your hand squeezed his shoulder beside you while the other held onto the soft cushion of the car seat, Chanyeol’s eyes burned with a red hot flame, and an all too familiar smirk appeared on his lips, “let’s finish something we’ve already started.”

Mirror For The Sun - Part 1: The Idea

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 2

Summary: Series: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other. Part: The set-up.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1442

Author’s Note: Ok, lots of things:

  1. Aaaah I’m going to try something totally new and try a lot of 1st person Bucky POV in this series! This first part is just testing the waters a bit, feedback is much much appreciated.
  2. Changing my mind, this isn’t going to be a drabble series. I just couldn’t cut the parts up that short. It will be a short series though, 7 or 8 parts I think, definitely less than 10.
  3. I am currently road tripping myself and will make a Series Masterlist page once I get to my final destination tonight.
  4. I don’t have photoshop on this computer (waaah!) so if anyone wants to make me a banner for this series… I wouldn’t hate it. Otherwise I’ll try to piece one together with Gimp or some other free crap

Okay enough chatter!

Originally posted by unlucky--bucky

“Alright, my turn,” Natasha smirks, taking her stance and firing an impeccably placed dart into the board. Damn it. Why did I agree to play her? She must play Clint all the time. She’s going to beat me.

“Best city for a night out.” She must have known Steve would give a less than satisfactory answer because she raises a finger towards him and specifies, “I mean, pick up a girl, one night stand, kind of night out.” I can’t help but snort thinking about Steve trying to talk himself into leaving after a one night stand. He’s so damn chivalrous.

“I don’t know what you’re laughing about, Buck,” Steve fires at me, “you’ve been on fewer dates than me in the last decade!”

That shut me up. He’s right, I haven’t really gotten back into the swing of it yet, haven’t really tried. I scowl at Steve before picking up my set of darts and flicking one into the target. “New York,” I answer, willfully ignoring Steve’s taunting.

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Muse (Bill Denbrough/Reader)

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

(A/N: I don’t wanna spoil the request so I’ll list it at the end. Sorry this is short. Also I hope you all appreciate the strength it takes for me to not use the “Old people bother me” gif whenever Bill is involved. Anywayz i hope i did oaky, anon. Not okay but oaky.)

Summary: Reader visit’s Bill’s house on a rainy day and looks through his sketchbook.

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Mad House (Frostiron)

@teckmonky I was inspired by your Wine Mom Loki~


It had been eight years since the disastrous Civil War, seven since Tony quit being an Avenger, and three since the accords were ratified to Steve’s liking and the rogue Avengers came back.

But without Tony as an Avenger and with the US garnishing their wages to pay reparations to all the people they’d hurt and infrastructure they damaged during the Civil War, money was tight.

The Avengers couldn’t afford the upkeep or rent for the Avengers Compound. The cost for jet fuel for the quinjets was mind blowing. Their gear was falling apart and they didn’t have enough money to get specialists to fix them.

So Steve was going to Tony, hat in hand.

They hadn’t spoken since Steve reached out to him when the accords had been ratified, and when he had Tony had brushed him off, stating he didn’t have time for empty apologies. Steve bit back his anger and tried to convince him to join the Avengers again, but Tony told him the group wasn’t worth his time.

It was a bit embarrassing to ask him for money, but not as bad as when he’d been a dancing monkey raising war bonds.

Stark Tower seemed to loom over him with a malicious glare.

All the windows had been tinted, making it harder to look through them from the outside.

As Steve walked into the lobby he gawped at the new design. He could only describe it as razor sharp and intimidating.

It clashed with the wholesome look that Steve favored.

He was so caught up in his staring that he didn’t notice the adolescent girl that was nearing him.

She was walking backwards and flipping off the cameras. She walked straight into Steve and spun around.

“Watch it, fuck face!” she said loudly, making Steve reel backwards. She stormed off before he could formulate a response.

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Dating Stephen Strange Would Include
  • Setting that arrogance straight
    • Sure, he’s learned his lessons about how cockiness gets you nowhere you truly want to be, but let’s face it: Confidence is something Stephen’s known practically all his life. It’s all too easy for him to lapse back into it. Not as dramatically as before, though.
    • Mainly because the moment he does, you’re right there to poke a pin in that swollen head of his and drag him back down to Earth with you
  • Practically pleading for him to teach you magic
    • To be honest, Stephen is hesitant to teach you for a multitude of reasons that range from the fact that he is still technically a novice and therefore probably not the best option, to the fact that he’s a little worried about how you’ll take to the concept.
    • The training regimen can be demanding and for as many taunts he directs at you, he never wants you to feel discouraged or incompetent if he can help it.

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Back to The Future | Part ii | Damian Wayne x Reader

Description: Cyra had said she was the daughter of Damian and Y/N Wayne. Y/N. Such a beautiful name. Damian knows that his internet history had been searched through (“Y/N name meaning”,”Y/N name origin”) because the next morning Dick is smiling a little too hard, Tim snickers whenever they make eye-contact, and Barbara has a persistent and unyielding smirk on her face. He has yet to narrow down any suspects, but the push into his privacy isn’t exactly the first thing on his mind right now. It’s the girl that just took out fourteen armed and powerful men with—with a butter knife.

Words: 3178

Notes: Here’s part two!! And requests are going to be open for a while, so please, send them in!

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Taglist: @followeroonieclassic @instantangelstudent @puggleprincess @robincoalition

For some reason, those words stick with Damian out of everything his future daughter had said. Not the mention of his role as the next Batman, Dick’s future children, his own (seemingly large) group of future-offspring, but the teasing comment about her. Cyra’s sentence is now tattooed inside of Damian’s mind, A badass time-traveler who could easily kick your ass.

His ego snaps eagerly at the “easily” bit, because he’s Damian Wayne and no one can “easily” win against him… except maybe his father. The title of “time-traveler” doesn’t exactly surprise him. Cyra Wayne, or “Cyra Khadija Rana Wayne”, as she had so dramatically—in a very Damian manner—declared, had been forced back in time and seemed only mildly miffed with her situation. “Badass” doesn’t surprise him either. Damian Wayne wouldn’t have children with a weakling…

He has gone over them a thousand times in his head. Searching for double meanings, devouring new theories and snatching up any chance to meet new people. Anyone of these encounters could bring Damian to you. But that’s the question… who are you?

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A/N: Thank the lord @dancingalone21 was kind enough to give me an extension on her challenge because it’s been absolutely insane in my office the last couple of weeks. At first, this piece gave me a really hard time, but when I finally figured out where I wanted it to go, I fell in love with it and with the city I’d spent so much time learning about. I hope you all love it. This one is for you, Lau. Enjoy :)

PS: For the sake of this fic, just pretend Danneel doesn’t exist. No disrespect or hate intended in any way, shape, form or fashion.

Pairing: Jensen X Reader

Word Count: 4300

Warnings: RPF, cursing, fluff, mentions of smoking weed, of smut, and of prostitution (It’s Amsterdam, so it’s got to be a little wild)

Summary: Just when the reader thinks she has Jensen all figured out, he comes up with a surprising way to prove there are still a few things she doesn’t know about him…one of which is a secret that could change her life forever. 

Originally posted by r-e-t-l-e-h-s

Jensen pulled the folded pieces of paper from the pocket of his jeans and placed them on the table between them, smiling widely when she lifted one eyebrow and then narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure out what the hell he was up to now. She reached one hand across the table, eyeing him suspiciously as she did so, and cautiously picked up the papers, turning them slowly as she studied the outside of them.  

Jensen shook his head and rolled his eyes jokingly before jerking his chin towards the papers. “Just open the damn thing, Y/N. It’s not going to bite.” 

“What is it?”

“If I tell you, that takes all the fun out of it. Now, if you’d quit eyeballing me like that and just do what I told you to do, you’d find out.”

“You’re a pain in my ass - you know that, right?” She huffed playfully and crossed her arms, purposely avoiding his gaze.

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Ellstra’s Kylux fic rec Vol. 2

I decided to make another fic rec in the moments when I’m too drained of energy to do anything that requires brain activity. I couldn’t tag some people (again, tumblr is fucked) which breaks my heart. The fics are in no particular order, only organised in groups from filth to innocent T rated fics (which I honestly didn’t expect to see. Bless you guys.) Enjoy!

Rated E

Grease Lightning by @slutstiels 4k, Modern Au “I’ll fix it for free–” Hux gasps, hardly able to believe his ears. The man holds up a finger to Hux’s lips and Hux frowns, flinching back instinctively. The offending finger is pulled away and Hux reflexively licks his lips, tasting salt and copper; the man’s eyes flow the movement of his tongue before those eyes focus on his own again. “–if you let me fuck you.” “Excuse me?” Kylo is a car mechanic and Hux is a very rich man with a very expensive car that needs to be fixed immediately. Yes, this sounds like a porn intro, and it is. And a great one.

Into the Garbage Chute by @longstoryshortikilledhim 15.5k, Techienician, Modern AU Techie and Matt are Star Wars fans who meet at a convention. This is such a sweet fic, you’ll love yourself for reading it. Techie and Matt are huge adorable dorky nerds and I love them.

it’s not fashionable to love me by @thesunandoceanblue 10.5k, Modern AU Stop staring at his jeans. He knows they’re too tight on him. That’s the whole point; so people will stare at his—don’t stare at his junk.
Hux is persistently bothered by an odd but attractive man during his shifts. Hux is a horrible person who cheats on his boyfriend, Phasma is the best, Kylo is hot and straight-forward. It’s set in a tea shop which is something I never considered as a setting for a fic but it works really well.

In the Flesh by @srawratskcuf 3k, High school AU Kylo is that one kid in school who gives piercings in the bathroom. Prep!Hux comes in for one on a dare and keeps coming back for more (a good mix of ‘dam these are hot’ and ‘damn hes hot’) Seriously, it’s disgusting and Hux is so pretentious you’ll want to spill blueberry juice on his expensive shirt and it’s the most hilarious thing ever.

Bohemian Rhapsody by @longstoryshortikilledhim 18k, Modern AU Kylo is a street musician in Prague. Hux is touring with the prestigious First Order Orchestra. They collide. Hard. In the unlikely case you haven’t read this fic yet, drop everything you’re doing and do yourself the favour. It’s everything you might want from this AU and more, the style is gorgeous and it’s set in my country so bonus points for the advertisement.  

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Brownies (Michael x Heere!Reader)

A/N: Requested by anon!! Gender neutral, too. I realized a few of my works are gender neutral, I’m prolly gonna mark them next time I do my masterlist! Enjoy my first Michael oneshot :))

W/c: 1758

The Three Musketeers. The Golden Trio. The Three Amigos.

That was always you, your brother and Michael Mell, for as long as you could remember.

You guys had matching costumes every single year on Halloween, played Mario Kart every day after school, and camped out in the Heere backyard eating junk food whenever someone had a bad day. You were only a year younger, but they never treated you as such. Michael and Jeremy viewed you as an equal; they even let you be player one, once in a blue moon.

It was a dream come true.

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actor’s job

genre: this is fluff

warnings: mentions of alcohol

words: 6k

summary: As an actor, Dan’s job is to fall in love. In order for him to do a good job in a film, he has to fall in love with the role he’s playing, he has to love what he’s doing, so it won’t feel like a job.  It’s just that it wasn’t Dan’s job to fall in love with his co-star.

Or, how actor Dan Howell keeps getting cockblocked by literally everyone while he tries to woo-hoo his co-star, Phil Lester.

a/n: *sweats* writing? What’s that? I can’t seem to understand that word. Wow. Sorry for that long-ass inactivity. Huge writer’s block, my guys. I do have another work that I was writing before this, but that one was so heavily planned and so complicated that I took a break from writing to. write. again. so here’s this. It’s silly fluff, basically. I love writing silly clichéd stuff.

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based on @codyrhodesofficial prompt so uh, this literally didn’t turn out how i think u wanted it but fjalskdfa i tried!!!

Steve curses under his breath, twisting the pencil around in his hand. The eraser flies across the page, sprinkles of excess rubber shavings leaving his desk a mess. It shouldn’t be this difficult to write, shouldn’t take him goddamn hours to make sense of a language he grew up speaking. But it is; the words don’t come to him so easily, knowing this is something akin to permanent. Sure, he can erase until he rips right through the paper, but it won’t change the fact that as soon as the lead touches the slip, his brain goes blank, and he feels a little too stupid to even bother trying.

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anonymous asked:

It doesn't happen often, but sometimes Dick's beauty ends up attracting the wrong kind of attention... Jason's not going to stand by and watch those bastards grope his scared boyfriend anymore.

This made me think about Dick’s older men’s fanclub so… hence, I wrote about his fanclub hitting on him. Thanks for the ask and enjoy! 

Being beautiful had its perks, but it also had its downs and one of the downs being the unwanted attention beauty attracted. Jason was used to seeing his boyfriend, Dick, being flourished with all types of compliments and attention. Coming from those who sincerely liked him, those who were sort of interested because he was handsome, or the ones he wanted to punch in the face.

Yes—those are the ones he desperately wanted to flick away like bugs. But for fear of getting reprimanded for indefensibly hitting others, he held back. Besides, they were only looking and not touching. Otherwise Jason might have already knocked a teeth or two out.

Unfortunately, that didn’t last long as Jason slowly began to learn about Dick’s special fans. Or should he say, specifically five who decided to get a little too familiar with Dick. 

Jason called them the gentlemen fan club since it was filled with middle aged men. Men Dick tended to attract and Jason couldn’t comprehend why and how. Why all these old ass men were after his boyfriend, literally. They wanted his ass, but they also wanted his head. Or well, possibly wanted him to grovel to them. 

Dick just had a weird knack for attracting older villainous men. Did he mention that they were all villains? Because they were.

First it started with Owlman. Some crazy Batman counter-part from a different earth who was oddly infatuated with Dick. He wasn’t often around, once in a blue moon, but whenever he was. He’d always attempt to capture Dick. 

Well, let’s say his group was successful once when they captured him, unmasked him and then proceeded to strap him to a time bomb called the Murder Machine. Which then, Lex Luthor made the decision to kill him briefly and then resuscitate him.

At least the man chose to make amends later by helping Dick. Though a little crazy as Dick had described. He sought after Dick because the Dick of his world had died, and he wanted so much to be with Dick again. Said something along the lines of “I’m not giving up on you and I being a team again.”

But maybe he was just sad. At least he never came around often.

Second was a man named Tiger, a spy he worked with during his Spyral days so he supposed this one wasn’t a villain. Surely, this one wouldn’t have seemed interested since he kept constantly rejecting Dick’s advances for friendship. But of course it was just a cover to hide his interest in Dick. 

Jason could see right through his intention and constantly caught him checking out his ass whenever he was around, but pretended to not whenever Jason tossed him a glare. Dick, a bit oblivious, hadn’t noticed and carried on like usually, all chummy with Tiger like their old days as partners.

Jason grumbled as he watched them exchange words, and then immediately flared up with rage when he saw a hand—that’s right, a motherfucking hand that belonged to this Tony Tiger resting on his waist. Jason almost flipped his shit and went gunning for him. But when Dick didn’t react to it, just laughed it off and continued talking like it was nothing, he held back. 

Motherfucker. He was going to plot a way to punish Tiger.

At least he wasn’t a big offender.

Third was Midnighter. Much to say, he wasn’t dangerous because he was gay or the fact that he had a lover named Apollo. But he was dangerous because he was being a goddamn flirt and Dick would flirt back with him. Even let him cope a feel.

What the—? Jason couldn’t even fathom what went through their damn minds when both of them were already dating. Was it because they were that it wasn’t a big deal? Or the fact that they were close that neither cared? 

Either way, Jason didn’t like it and opposed to Dick visiting or calling Midnighter for help. It also wasn’t pleasant to know that he knew Dick’s ass so well. That his ass was distinct enough he could simply point it out in a crowd.

Of course it was because his ass was beautiful but that was beside the point.

Jason was just going to have to find a way to cut off the communication between the two.

Least he wasn’t a psycho like someone else they knew who was new to the fan club.

So the fourth was a crazy man who was out for revenge or some weird vendetta against Dick. Something about wanting him to be better and not follow in Bruce’s footsteps. Jason didn’t really care about that, but this man, Raptor, was crazy obsessed with Dick and would not leave him alone.

He kept hounding him, stalking him to the point Dick stopped messing around, used all his skills to kick his butt (not literally) when he slapped his ass (literally) mid-fight.

Dick’s face flushed a brilliant red, brows pressed tight into a thin line as his eyes were most likely glaring dangerously from beneath his mask at Raptor. His lover was embarrassed as he huffed a breath and gripped his weapons tightly in his hands.

Raptor just smirked widely and Jason immediately wiped his gun and pointed it at him, ready to shoot, but Dick was too swift and got to him before Jason could and smacked him with his escrima stick, electrified him to unconsciousness.

Hmph,” Dick scoffed, satisfied with his work and quickly tied him up with his zip ties.

And okay, maybe Jason didn’t really need to protect Dick from his admirers. He was fairly capable of handling himself, that he knew.

That was until Slade decided to join the mix. Actually, he was probably founder of the fan club.

And that fifth one, Slade, was the most dangerous.

Because he actually took extreme measures to messing with Dick. Went as far as frightening the man as he shivered in horror.

Look at you,” Slade murmured and brushed a hand over his bare ass. “You’re already hard,” he whispered, deep and husky, caused Dick to shudder and squeezed his eyes shut.

Don’t look!” he cried, pleaded as he refused to look at Jason.

Jason just—all he saw, all he could imagine was Slade’s head on the ground. Because Dick was half naked. His uniform was in tears, the back completely ripped apart, exposing everything from behind all the way down to just the tip of his thighs. His cup had been removed and Jason could see he was sporting a very hard boner.

“You’re going to fucking die for this,” he growled and fired his shots at Slade, who easily avoided them. He curved around to Dick’s back side and slapped his ass, squeezed it tight as he kneaded it like dough. Dick bit down on his lips, suppressing a whimper.

“Don’t—“ he breathed and tried to shake him off but couldn’t. His arms and legs were tied together and he was drugged to the brim, couldn’t control any part of his body. Was too weak to fight back.

“Oh pretty bird,” Slade mumbled and licked a tongue down his neck. “You’re fine.” He said and released his hand off of Dick and Jason saw how his shoulders slumped, relaxed momentarily. But that didn’t help to alleviate the atmosphere of the current situation.

Jason sucked in a heavy breath and rushed towards Slade, couldn’t hold back his anger any longer. He attacked the man, jumped him as he threw in a punch which the man swiftly dodged.

“Don’t worry,” he teased as Jason shot at him again, missing. “I wasn’t going to do anything,” he spoke with amusement, playful grin on his lips.

Jason growled, not appreciating his words one single bit. “Fuck off.” He knew that he couldn’t beat Slade, not with him trying to protect Dick and the fact that this fucker was a superhuman. Whatever he did probably wouldn’t work so Jason was only trying to fend him off, get him to leave.

“I will. I was only leaving you with a gift. Of course, after having touched the prize myself, I would say he is quite adequate.”

Jason grit his teeth, ready to just attempt to murder the man even if he was about to possibly lose his life over it. But then as he contemplated the idea, Slade decided to bid his farewell.

“You don’t need to worry, Red. He’s still yours,” Slade said and waved a hand at him. “I have other businesses to attend to.” And with that he left, disappeared. Acted as if all his actions, all that he’d done, from capturing Dick to humiliating him and harassing him, was all he wanted to achieve.

But whatever. He was gone and Jason had important matters to attend to. He rushed towards Dick and cut the ropes that strung him up, bounding him from escape. The man dropped to his knees and moaned sweetly as his body spasm. He was probably sensitive due to the drug, a stimulant that Slade had fed him.

“Hey,” Jason softly called and hovered a hand just above his shoulder, unsure if he should touch him or not. But then decided to apply an antidote first and brought out his kit from his utility belt. He pulled out a needle and gently held onto Dick’s arm, felt the man twitch, and gently pierced his skin. Hopefully, it would work quickly.

Once done, he tried to call for Dick’s attention again, but the man ignored him. Dick drew in a shaky breath as he turned his head away from Jason. He was probably feeling ashamed, embarrassed that he was caught in such a situation. That he’d been such a fool to get captured like that, humiliated in front of Jason. Disappointed at himself for failing yet again.

“Dick,” Jason said and decided to settle a hand on his shoulder. Saw him flinch to his touch, but then slowly relax, felt calmed by his lover’s presence. “It’s fine. I’m not—it’s not bad.”

“It is bad.” Dick growled and finally turned to meet Jason’s gaze. His eyes were dark, shadows heavy under his eyes and they were slightly hazed from the drug. “I’m upset with myself. I let—I let him do this to me,” he murmured and gestured at all of himself, the current state that he was in.

At least they were locked in a secured warehouse with no one around, so really, Jason was the only witness to this and he would never think badly of Dick nor would he breathe it to another soul. Sighing softly, he scrubbed a hand through his hair frustratingly and then shucked off his jacket. He placed the leather garment over his shoulders, hiding his back. He’d need to find something else to cover up his ripped uniform.

“Hey,“ Jason said and kneeled beside Dick, wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into an embrace. “It’s okay. Nothing happened.”

“It’s not that,” Dick whispered and returned the embrace, buried his face in the crook of Jason’s neck. “It’s how it happened. I was naïve and—and he got to me,” he said and squeezed Jason tight, searching for comfort and warmth and Jason gave it to him, threaded his fingers in his hair as he gently caressed him. “I know he doesn’t actually mean it. But the fact that he—he decided to mess with me this way was just—“

Fucked up?

“Yeah,” Dick breathed out a heavy sigh. “Yeah, that.” He was shaken and Jason knew. Situations like this triggered him due to past experience and it wasn’t something that Dick liked to think about or something that many knew either.

“I’ll—“ Jason was tongue tied, didn’t know what to say. What could he say? They’ve discussed the topic before but this, this was a different matter that needed to be handled differently. So he decided to smooth it over briefly before they really took the time to talk it in depth.

“You’ll just—“ Even then, Jason had a hard time pin-pointing the words, didn’t want to offend Dick so he had to say it in a positive way. “You’ll just have to be more aware of Slade. You know that man is a crazy fucker. And he’s oddly obsessed with you.”

“I know. I’m not worried about that. I mean, a little, but I’m worried that he’d hurt you or worse—“

And god damn, why was Dick Grayson always such a sweetheart for worrying about others before himself? When he’s always the main target for these lustful men.

You idiot,” Jason scolded. “Think of yourself first.”

And Dick finally chuckled. “I do.”

“You are such a liar dickhead.”

Dick finally smiled as he leaned back to gaze into Jason’s eyes, held him still as he stared at him desperately. “Take me home?” He whispered with pleading blue eyes, exhausted and tired beyond his being.

Jason just rolled his eyes at that question that really wasn’t a question. “Duh. Of course,” he said and wrapped him up in his jacket, lifted him into his arms. “Home it is,” he murmured and pecked his cheek gingerly.

Once things stabilized, they would come back to this topic. Come up with a ploy to counter-measure Slade next time. Or anything like this for that matter.

Day 1 ~ Something old // Something new // Something borrowed

A.K.A.: That AU where Adam accidently acquires Niall’s leather jacket in a charity shop. (T-Rated)

Written for @pynchweek, flash-betaed by @interropunct.
Paging: @cabeswaterlovesthem, @picapicae and @actuallymollyweasley as they asked to be kept updated (I’ll tag whoever asks me, feel free!)

You can also read this on Ao3!


The cheerful dangling of the bells above the doorframe matches in a weirdly euphonious way with a string of swear words, more convoluted than Adam has ever heard in his life. He lets the door close behind him and mentally prepares to assess the situation critically.

Two young men stand in front of the cashier counter, and even though Adam knows Blue is on shift today they are both so tall he can’t possibly spot her over their shoulders. Adam wouldn’t particularly worry about the shortest one — all curly blond hair, fidgety shoulders and a placid aura palpable even without seeing his face — but the one beside him is a different story: dressed completely in black, the guy is built like a brick house, hair buzz-cut and tattooed skin that flexes with nervous tension.

Not reacting with prejudice and distrust when faced with stereotypically threatening features has been the work of years, for Adam, but in this moment he can’t really pin the rising scowl on his face to his idiosyncrasies. Not with a wanna-be biker — if not an actual one — swearing like a sailor towards his best friend.

“Sir, please understand that this is a charity shop, and that I’m not emotionally involved in the situation,” the deeply unimpressed voice of said best friend pipes up. “Quite frankly,  I don’t give a damn.”

“Wh…what the fuck?” the wanna-be biker stutters, evidently taken aback by Blue’s unique approach to customer service. Or maybe by the Gone with the Wind reference, it’s difficult to tell.

The blond guy snorts out a laugh and the tension is suddenly broken.

When the wanna-be biker turns to face the other man, his profile is unexpectedly young and full of sharp edges smoothened by some degree of embarrassment. “Don’t laugh, shithead, are you pairing up with the enemy?”

“Sure, ‘cause I’m the enemy now,” Blue’s epic eyeroll is almost hearable from her words. “Look, I’ve been really trying to help you, I even gave you back most of the stuff back.”

“And you really can do nothing about the fucking leather jacket?” Wanna-be biker asks, tuning down the swearing for a second.

“I told you, it has been sold already,” Blue sighs deeply.

Adam looks down at himself and at the new-old jacket that Blue had convinced him to buy just yesterday. It’s a sturdy item of well-worn black leather, remarkably preserved for something you can find in a charity shop; it must have cost half a fortune, back in the day, because even now falls elegant — if not a bit too large — around Adam’s shoulders.
Suddenly, he is stuck with the possibility that it is still worth a small fortune, in the vintage market, and maybe that’s the reason the wanna-be biker wants it back after having made an ill-advised donation.

“Ronan, I’m sorry, if I hadn’t mixed up the boxes…” the blond guy pipes up, apologetical and distraught in a way that halts Adam’s train of thought in its tracks.

The wanna-be biker — Ronan — sighs and shakes his head, “It’s fucking fine, Matthew, I should have left you better labels.” For all his general rudeness, there is a carefulness in his tone that captivates Adam’s attention more than any random eavesdropped conversation should.

He abandons his spot by the door, where all the commotion had made him invisible, and takes a couple of steps forward. “Are we talking about this jacket?”

Both Ronan and Matthew turn on their heel, in complete synch, and whatever moment Ronan had been having gets swallowed by an unapproachable frown. He squares Adam up and down, plush mouth thinning while taking in the jacket. “Yes, exactly that one.”

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Ong Seongwoo Soulmate au!

Okay, the start of the soulmate series~ I may go back to the Harry Potter series, but I like this one for now. (The header collage isn’t the best but I didn’t know what to put on it, I promise they’ll get better!)   Enjoy~

•When you look in the mirror, you can see your soulmate next to you,

•Your first memory of him, you were sat in front of your mum’s wall length mirror, and couldn’t stop staring at his toothy grin ,

•You asked your mum who it was and what they where doing in your house,

•And then the whole soulmate talk ensued,

•You thought you where lucky this was your soulmate key, (better than something like loosing the ability to see colour when you meet your soulmate),

•And you also got a head start on what your soulmate looks like,

•Damn where you lucky,

•Sometimes you look at him in the mirror and catch a quick laugh and you feel blessed™,

•(Head over heels and you haven’t even met him),

• When you look in the mirror you see your soulmate the last time THEY looked in the mirror next to you,

•So you see him all dressed up on his first day of high school, with his blazer adorably too big for him, and his hair becoming more styled,

•It takes you approximately 0.0245 seconds to notice when he first gets his ears pierced and BOY do you dig it,

•You always compliment him even though he can’t hear you,

•"Your freckles are so cute,“ and “Wow, tell me your skin care routine”

•Your friends always ask you to describe him (because everyone has different soulmate signs), and you never know where to start,

•"He’s got these soft eyes, okay, and these little freckles here, and he’s around this tall? I don’t know much, but I know I’m lucky,”

•Everyone coo’s you but realistically you just don’t know how to convey how you feel,

•(‘I once saw a man so beautiful I cried’ sorta feeling)

• So imagine your suprise,

•When your out ice skating with your friends because you all have a free weekend (a rare occurrence when half of you are working and the other half are in uni),

• You’re going way to fast for someone who looks like Mix of Bambi and the personification of panic itself,

• Your skate Catches a nick in the ice and damn you go flying across the ice like a bowling ball (That’s trying it’s best to avoid all the pins AKA people),

•When you finally bump to a stop your cheeks are burning from embarrassment but you’re also laughing because if you didn’t it’d be awkward,

•Better to laugh than to cry yanno,

 • And you gotta admit it was pretty funny,

• But then a shadow covers you and you think it’s one of the supervisors to help you exit your bowl of icey embarrassment,

• So You roll over to look up with all the grace of a walrus and your breath is knocked out if you for a whole different reason,

• There stands the goofy grin and little freckles and warm looking face,• While you’re excited about finally meeting your soulmate,

• (Because omg that’s the person your destined to spend your whole life with),

• You can’t help but think it could have  been in better circumstances,

• Like you’d just rescued a puppy from drowning or beat Eric Nam in a sing off,

• But you’ll get what you can take at this point,

•You have no idea what to do, so you just stare, comparing his face to the one you saw in the mirror this morning, and the one when he first wore his school uniform and 10 years ago as a kid,

• ‘Would you like a hand up?“ You feel as if his smile could heal all the anxiety you ever felt about meeting him,

• You grab his gloved hand and he heaves you up, stronger than you where expecting so you fly up quicker than both of you imagined,

•And fly right into your soulmates arms and chest,

•Oh nO, hOw UnForTuNatE,

• It’s great really,

• He laughs as you quickly step back,

• But he hasn’t stopped holding your hands, which makes your whole body tingle with warmth you’ve never felt before,

• “Your hair looks so good today,“ 

•All those years of complementing him in the mirror has created a reflex and it takes you a second to double check what you just said,

•You would feel mortified but,

•"Only today? I thought your bed head this morning was rather cute, though” He teases, but your heart feels light and it feels as if nothing else matters,

•"Yes today, although your hair in middle school was cuter,“

•Its at this moment both of you truly realize you’re soulmates,

• Did you cry? No one knows,

• (You refuse to tell anyone you did let a few tears go and Seongwoo has sworn that information a secret except to your first pet),

•You find out your soulmate,

• (Ong Seongwoo, what a pretty name to suit a pretty face),

• Is extremely superior to you when it comes to skating, and your friends are more than willing to let you ditch them, So you two spend the next hour doing the cute couple things together on the ice shyly,

• Let’s be real you both love it despite how cheesy it is,

• You guy’s take it slower than most soulmates, although your normal shy nature dissolves with Seongwoo

,•You just really enjoy savouring the small things like sharing Ice creams and going on walks around lakes,

•Every year for your anniversary you go ice skating together and it becomes your thing™,

• No one ever explained to you the easiness you feel with your soulmate,

• Or maybe it’s not all soulmates, just Seongwoo and you,

• Because you constantly feel loved and able to talk about whatever’s on your mind,

• While you guys don’t agree on everything, you balance each other out to come to simple conclusions and easy compromises,

• TL;DR - Having Seongwoo as a soulmate is the purest thing to walk the planet, and the galaxy. 

Done! First one to kick start this, still figuring out who to do next??? Thanks for reading.

{Traveling!AU} Bangtan


  • prefers traveling by plane. really wants to explore central europe because of it’s architecture and rich art history 
  • spends 50% of the plane ride sleeping the other 50% he has headphones on and is lyric writing 
  • every now and then he’ll look up and make sure you’re comfortable and you don’t notice how he smiles to himself when he sees you sound asleep or giggling at something you see on the movie thats playing
  • is pretty organized despite his suitcase looking like a mess and doesn’t get you two lost
  • holds your hand at all times when you’re walking around just to make sure you’re safely beside him
  • tried to get you guy to coordinate the outfits you brought but it doesnt really happen but its ok because you guys shop and buy matching clothes and it’s cute
  • you wake up later than him in the hotel and he’s already out on the balcony drinking coffee and when you go over he pulls you down into his lap and you guys enjoy the view
  • buys a tour book and reads out the little passages about all the monuments and tourists spots you visit 
  • secretly writes a song about the way you make him feel while you guys are on this trip and it’s literally just how happy he is to be alone with the best person in the world (you)


  • prefers traveling by car because he can take photos if you’re driving and when he’s driving he can show off how cool he looks (he doesn’t tell you this but you can see from the way he tries to look suave by putting his hand on the back of your seat when pulling out of his parking space and how he refuses to take his sunglasses off even when you’re driving in the rain)
  • ideal traveling situation is you guys take a roadtrip up into the korean countryside 
  • neck pillows all day everyday even when he’s out of the car 
  • took the pro camera with him but keeps teasing you because you’re like !!! yoongi take a photo of me here and he’s like pretending to oblivious taking pics of trees and you’re like yOONGI pLEase and he’s like “take it with the selfie stick???” and ur like but!!!! and it’s cute he like leads you on a bit and then ends up taking endless photos of you because you’re amazing and he loves you
  • takes secret photos when you’re not looking and even if they’re blurry he saves them because ur his everything 
  • hes ok with directions but it’s a roadtrip so yoongis like lets not even spend money lets sleep in the car and ur like ok but how will we shower and eat?? and yoongi is like ……true
  • huddling together when its cold and you two didn’t pack jackets or scarves 
  • vice versa you’re like airing out your t-shirts together sharing cold drinks when you packed too many sweaters and it’s like 99 degrees out 
  • you and yoongi don’t plan ahead unless it comes to the $$$$$$ 
  • but yoongi has never felt more free and comfortable and there is just pure joy in being out here with you by his side to enjoy all these new things


  • doesn’t have a preference when it comes to traveling as long as he gets to rest his head on your shoulder and you guys get to bring snacks along 
  • would like to go to other countries in east asia like indonesia, burma, thailand 
  • makes a list of restaurants you just HAVE to visit and a list of street foods you HAVE to try 
  • “we don’t need souvenirs, we need another plate of food, baby”
  • insists you guys get matching pink luggage so it’s easy to spot your bags from the rest 
  • you catch him taking selfies with random people and you’re like oh my god 
  • pulls you into his arms and starts taking photos and you’re like jiN my mouths full of food or jIN im still blowdrying my hair?? and he’s like “we need photos to send to my mom”
  • tries to pretend he can speak the native language and then he turns to you and is like i didn’t understand a thing and you’re like uhuh i can tell
  • downloads duolingo three days before your trip but only remembers the word for chicken
  • plans a surprise, romantic little thing in the middle of the trip for you like maybe going to get a couples massage or attending a performance in the town and then afterward while you’re gushing about how thoughtful and romantic he is he just grins and thinks about how your smile is worth just about anything in the world 


  • prefers traveling by plane because he has a curiosity for the world and he’d love going from europe to africa to australia all in one trip because he’s got an endless amount of energy 
  • reminds you to pack your toothbrush ike 5323 times because he “wont share his” but thats a damn lie hoseok will give you anything you need because he’s an angel and loves you
  • gets super into souvenirs and buys one for each bts member, each manager, each dance instructor, basically something for every person he’s ever meet in his life
  • is willing to talk to strangers for directions because you two are dumbfounded but instead of talking he’s dong charades with his body to try and get the people to understand him
  • when i doubt hoseok just smiles and gives you thumbs up because even if yall are lost in the middle of sydney or in the middle of the safari soMEhow he promises you two will be fine
  • fixes your hair after youve slept on the plane and you also fix his and hes like my face is puffy but youre like i love it and lean in to kiss him and the stewards on the plane are like “this is the cutest couple to every travel on this airline ????”
  • hoseok can get you guys discounts on anything because he’s a shining ball of light and everyone he meets instantly likes him because how can you not 
  • you guys try to challenge each others fears by having adventures on your travels and it’s how you grow closer because you have each other the whole trip to lean on and when you’re going back you guys just cuddle sleepily into each others arms and like it’s just an experience that’s unforgettable 


  • prefers travel by overnight trains because there’s a bed and he can knock out in comfort 
  • would like to see more of south asia like india, sri lanka, bangladesh and especially traveling through rain forests and places with gorgeous warm nature would be such a sight 
  • except he sleeps the entire time really no point in even trying to keep him awake hes like nope 5 min in he was snoozing (except for when you wake him up like elephants JIMIN and he falls off the bed like ELEPHANTS
  • it’s cute tho!!!! whats not cute is the fact that jimin gets distracted by everything so you literally keep reminding him not to forget his bags anywhere
  • “jimin, tie your suitcase to your wrist because you’ll forget it.” “no i won’t.” “where’s your suitcase right now?” “…………….don’t hate me but we might have to go back to the dorm.”
  • is horrible when it comes to money like he’d spend it all in one day if you let him and he doesn’t keep track of purchases so you’re always like “no jimin we can’t buy that.” and he gets pouty but its nothing a couple of kisses cant fix 
  • dances to bangtan songs when you guys are waiting in line to get tickets for something 
  • at first you were a lil embarrassed but soon enough you learned that just dancing along with him makes it better 
  • gets shy when he has to ask a stranger for help but he doesn’t want to let you down so he does his best to ask for directions or help but sometimes you’re like “jimin, let me handle it ^^” and he thinks ur so cool and brave
  • park jimin is astounded by anything you do honestly he is Head over Heels 
  • keeps squeezing your hand and asking you if all of this is real and you’re like ofc!! and he just can’t believe he’s doing this right now with you


  • like jin, he doesn’t have a preference but once you get to your destination he loves things like bike tours or hiking 
  • south america would be a spot he’d really love to see, countries like brazil, argentina, and venezuela are all colorful and so new to him that he’d love to just go and explore
  • taehyung would want to go anywhere there’s an ocean so he can pull you into the warm waves and play around with you and just laughs and love everywhere
  • imagine riding horseback on the beach with taehyung??? or ziplining through the rainforest with taehyung??? or learning how to dance the samba with taehyung ????
  • you guys dont plan, like a lot of stuff is spontaneous stuff that you just decide would be amazing to do like taehyung’s just like you cant live life knowing whats gonna happen lets just wing it
  • except ur also like lets not wing it and go bankrupt on this trip or lose our passports cough COuGh
  • if there’s anyplace that looks remotely scenic taehyung is like pls take a photo of me !!! and so you’re walking around snapping photos of your boyfriend pretending to be a model in the middle of the street or on a bus bench but like he looks good so why not
  • taehyung facetimes the hyungs whenever u two are gonna do something cool just to show off about it 
  • aside from taking photos of himself and nature he also takes photos of himself kissing you in all the different places you’ve been and he makes it like a little project of his and every time he pulls away he’s like “this can’t be more perfect” but he says it EVery TIMe and you’re like you said that last time and he’s like yeah ur right every moment is perfect to me if it’s with you…………


  • prefers traveling by plane because there’s less confusion and less work that way 
  • wants to see more of the states because he likes busy cities but he also likes national parks and nature and the states have a good mix of those 
  • you guys go super lite on the packing like literally you guys brought one suitcase and it has all your stuff in it because you and jungkook are like clothes dont matter as much as making memories
  • until youre like jungkook give me your sweater mines dirty and he’s like heck no and youre like jungkook i have so much blackmail material on u dont test me and jungkooks like ???? excuse me i have blackmail material too- but he’ll give u the damn sweater because he loves u
  • does this thing where when ur taking a photo he photobombs it 
  • also rests his camera on the top of your head because hes tall and ur like jungkook im not the pod for ur dslr and he’s like dont move ull make the picture blurry 
  • directions? talking to strangers? nope he’d rather get the two of you lost 
  • steals the sample bottles from the hotel and ur like wow and he’s like right now im making jin hyung proud also look now we dont need to buy shampoo 
  • by himself he’d be shy to go off alone and try new things but with you he’s so much more comfortable and u two are able to have so much more fun supporting each other 
  • jungkook can come off as someone who doesnt know the definition of romance but when he buys you a little plush bear with san francisco written on it’s t-shirt at the airport gift shop and then gets red in the face when u kiss him for it well then like you can see that real boyfriend material come out and it’s ADORable 

Good Neighbours | Berena | FR15 | 931 words
Her neighbour’s underwear is blown into her back garden. Unfortunately for Bernie Wolfe, her neighbour is Serena Campbell.
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This was written during NaNoWriMo. Rules were I wasn’t allowed to post during November…but November is over and here’s some stories! :D Happy reading.

Between a mouthful of bacon sandwich and a series of tepid electives, Bernie managed to catch a glimpse of the morning weather forecast. The (very pretty, Bernie could admit that now) weather reporter predicted ‘blustery winds reaching speeds of forty miles per hour’ and ‘it’ll be a good day to do the washing’. Bernie hadn’t taken much notice of that part. Living alone, she only did laundry when she absolutely had to. Her small back garden left little room for a line; sheets and socks and shirts were left dripping inside instead.

No, Bernie never gave much thought to laundry. Until someone else’s turned up in her garden.

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yarrayora  asked:

i dont actually follow overwatch but sometimes i think about symmetra having a hard time befriending people her own age because of her autism (like me) and she ends up great at connecting with kids

Oh my gosh, yarra, that’s such a friggin cute idea??

I can see one of things she’s really likes about children is how straight forward they are. Especially in the very competitive, corporate circles she tends to move in, interactions are very high stakes, tightly controlled, and nuanced. Satya has studied the communication for a long time – she probably spent more time memorizing facial expressions and tonal shifts than she ever did reading, which came easily to her. She’d get in trouble by the professors at the Academy for reading comics, thinking she was slacking, but the assigned classwork was too easy for her and she was actually using the stylized expressions in the comics to help her learn. So much is left unsaid during “grown up” conversations and she’s constantly on edge for that, so even when she’s not in a business sort of meeting she can find herself getting exhausted very easily. Making friends can be hard for a number of reasons, but definitely a prominent one is the fact that she feels like she can never let her guard down, can never fully trust them not to be secretly mocking or challenging her without her knowing. Even just being able to tell that someone wants to be her friend is baffling – more than once she has walked away from an interaction feeling mournful because she’d thought that person was quite enjoyable but sure that they weren’t interested in pursuing a friendship or relationship, while the other person is also feeling disappointed because apparently this charming intelligent woman wasn’t interested in them after all. Miscommunications are a bitch, and it’s a bitch Satya lives with all the time.

Children are so easy in comparison.  Satya never spent a lot of time with children growing up – she was taken from her family at a young age, and though she did see younger children in the Academy as she climbed through the ranks, she had little to do with them since they were in different classes and dorms than her and her more advanced classes. So the first time she was really forced to interact with a child she was very nervous – how are you supposed to take care of a child?? what if it cries?? do they talk the same, what if it wants to “play” with her?? she had no idea.

So she was pleasantly surprised by how easy it was to understand this small human.  They were so emotive, and so honest about what they were thinking.  Satya found it unspeakably refreshing and enjoyable. (And she grows rather offended when people act like their child is inscrutable and bizarre, like an incomprehensible alien rather than a human with their own agency and thoughts – all you have to do is listen.)

And the children really adore her as well!  Satya treats them differently than a lot of adults – she treats them very seriously and honestly, she’s keen to share what she knows and is always happy to learn more – “I will correct my mistakes” is one of my favourite quotes of hers, she is willing to acknowledge when she’s wrong about something and improve. So often I see adults that refuse to admit they’re wrong and that the child who corrected them is right, like it’s somehow a hit on their pride for a ~kid~ to know something better than them, and it’s a really gross way to teach kids who are still excited about learning, it should be encouraged and Satya definitely does that. If the child knows more about a certain subject than her, you can bet your ass she will be interested and accepting of this new information.  And if the child wants to learn things from her?  She can engage them in the “but why” game for ages and honestly quite enjoy herself.  She’ll also sit and listen with absolutely sincerity when the children are talking about whatever they’re interested in… even if she doesn’t get it at all.  She so completely understands being so passionately and wholly in love with something and not being able to talk about it (even in Vishkar, people get glassy eyed and annoyed if she starts trying to talk too excitedly about the complex mechanics and theories of hard-light manipulation) that she will happily sit and let their words wash over her as they tell her about a game, a show, a friend, a toy, a school subject. (Children, she has discovered, tend to be remarkably well-versed in subjects like dinosaurs, space, locomotion, and horses. Fascinating. She had never known so much about construction vehicles before meeting children.)

She might not always understand when someone is subtly trying to signal that they’d like to get drinks with her, but she absolutely understands when a child walks up, takes her hand, and tells her that they want to draw with her.

She’ll draw intricate pictures of castles and pirate ships and towers and cities, with the sort of effortlessness that comes from years and years of training, and then give them to the children she’s with and let them populate the buildings with princesses and heroes and dragons and monsters and heroes and omnics and familes all drawn in crayon over her sharp, neatly inked lines.

Plus, how would a child not be amazed by a lady who can create toys with a wave of her hand?? And she loves seeing children exercising their creative abilities – if they can draw her a “blueprint” (she’ll explain how professionals draw pictures of what things should look like before they’re made) and describe it to her, she’ll make it for them. And if it doesn’t work, if it’s not strong enough to support itself, or won’t move properly, she shows them why it doesn’t work and lets the child try again.  Adults so often underestimate the joy children get by being confronted by puzzles and challenges when they aren’t being graded but Satya understands.

I can imagine one Vishkar dinner.  I sort of feel like Vishkar (the bastards) are always leery about bringing Satya to social functions because they never quite know what sort of impression she’ll make and Vishkar is not the sort of business that likes things to behave with anything less than strict regularity.  But Satya is their prodigy and the head architect of many projects, and it would seem unprofessional of them for her not to be present.  As it happens, Satya isn’t overly fond of these functions either because of the strain that level of noise and bustle put on her as well as the stress from so much socializing, but Vishkar doesn’t give a damn about that, so she learns to cope.

So this one dinner is meant to be a big one hosted by Vishkar during one of the holidays for all sorts of clients and potential clients. It was encouraged to bring family – wives, husbands, and children – because they’re trying to emphasize a sense of warmth and love and community – a sort of yeah we’re totally the good guys, big old wholesome family values sort of corporation, let us bring this into your city with our beautiful designs.  All bullshit, but pretty bullshit.  A beautiful lie.

Anyways, most of the children are mingling in a specific room, “out of the grown-ups’ way” and Satya ends up wandering that way when she feels like she’s about to drown in a sea of mixing, conflicting voices and the increasingly sharp clatter of crystal and silverware. There she finds the children, some interacting with each other, but mostly bored out of their minds, stuffed in tight, fancy clothes and deprived of all forms of entertainment. Their parents brought them for the “look” of things, but they know its all business and has nothing to do with them, they could be in a hotel room watching tv right now.  Satya gravitates into their room, feeling the former tension gradually slide off and the need to stim fade until it was only a background longing rather than a crushing need that must be suppressed before her supervisors and superiors see her.

At the end of the evening, a considerable time after her superiors began to realize it had been a while since they’d seen her around the cocktails, she was found with the children, the room in disarray. All the children are shrieking, laughing – playing.  All of them have little blue hard-light toys.  Satya is there in the middle of it all, finally looking at peace, showing a small group of particularly building-oriented children how to use a projected wire frame to create three-dimensional designs. (Which is everything she wants from an evening – childhood curiosity and ingenuity, her special interest, and the ability to subtly stim with hard-light without being caught out.)

The Vishkar executives are mortified.  To see one of their top agents acting in such a way is unspeakable. Never have they been so embarrassed.

And yet – and yet – Vishkar receives several rather hefty offers of work in the following days.  It seems a number of important executives were impressed by how happy the children were at the end of a long business evening, and were even more impressed by the intricacy of the toys they brought home.  If this level of craft can be achieved on the fly, we look forward to seeing more work done by you in the future, Vishkar is told.  Satya isn’t punished, and she remembers it as being one of the most enjoyable evenings she had had in a very long time.

(She’s still in contact with one of the little girls who had been so intrigued by the wireframe – Satya might recommend her as a candidate for the Academy if her interest holds, and it seems very likely it will.)

Yeah, I dunno, I’m having a lot of feelings about this now. Imagine once she joins Overwatch and after a mission they end up with a bunch of distressed, traumatized children while they try to relocate parents. Everyone’s scrambling, trying to figure out how to calm them down, look for Ana because, hey, she’s a mom, how do you child???? Only to find a moment later that Symmetra of all people has gotten right into the centre of the children’s cluster and they’re all… surprising… calmer. (Everyone on the team is Baffled because they’ve know Symmetra mostly as a very rigid, professional, and cold sort of person, and yet her she seems to be all gentleness and sweetness – they start to realize maybe there’s more to the Vishkar retainer than meets the eye.)  Or heck, even just let her meet Törbjorn’s mob of kids! Give Satya kids!!

and while we’re on the subject, let her meet this child again, give me that angst I need it


Pairing: Kihyun x Reader  || Genre: Fluffy Fluff, Magic School!Au

Word Count: 1.8k

Request: by @cosmicmari - a kihyun fluff/angst where the two of you are majoring in the same thing(so you have a lot of the same classes as him), but they really don’t like each other (they’ve know each other after going to the same schools growing up too) until they get paired up for a project and discover each other’s true personalities.

A /N : So, first of all, sorry for this being short as hell and it’s totally trash but I got too excited to get my first thing up and posted! Also, sorry if the au isn’t quite what you wanted, but I just couldn’t get this out of my head. ;-;

Originally posted by wonhontology

“You know this isn’t going to work, right?” Kihyun chimes from where he’s perched at the end of the table you worked on. You curse the way his voice sounds like rich velvet as it intermingles with the sweet smell of the flowers around you, and you remind yourself again that his opinion won’t matter after you ace your final to be done with college altogether. In the back of your mind, you can still hear him nagging at you, reminding you of who has the higher grade in your Potions of Arcane Magic class - which, mind you, he only had a two point advantage.- and, how your ingredients wouldn’t work well anyway. Lavender was fickle and burned easily, Peony petals had to sit in sunlight for several hours, and moon water had to hit an exact temperature to be of any use at all.

You’re quick to roll your eyes at his remark because, what does he know about love potions? You were the one that had spent weeks going through old potion books in your library, piecing together pages that were frayed along the edges and had cracked spines that dared to crumble to pieces there in your hands. Sure, he had accompanied you most of the time, but at what cost? He was almost always a distraction anyways.

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