just a little bit of a champ


Title: Downsized

Summary: You always knew life with the Winchesters was crazy. But when Sam brings back home a three-year-old Dean, you begin to question your own sanity…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Word count: 2163

Warnings: Some language. Fluff and crack. Crack and fluff. Mentions of sex because Dean’s a cheeky bastard. That’s all I think.

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @trexrambling and @wheresthekillswitch “Crack Challenge”. Ladies, thank you so much for letting me participate, this has been one very interesting ride. 

Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for coming up with a very important (and hilarious) detail about this. And for putting up with my whiny self. She’s a hero, really.

Now, my prompt for this was “I’ll give you three seconds to stop doing that” and is included in bold in the text below. Honestly, this is my first time doing something like this but I think I like what I’ve got. 

Without further ado. Enjoy <3 

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual



You hated the silence.

You’ve always hated it, ever since you were a kid, but now, after you’ve spent years of your life filled with noise and cries and laughter, filled with arguments and bickering about whose turn it was to go for a supply run, or short, angry snarls and whispered promises in a dark room when it was just you and Dean, that absence of sound, of speech, made everything worse.


You stared at the clock on the wall and bit on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Something was wrong. You could feel it. You didn’t know how, or why –the details weren’t important anyway. What really mattered was that Dean hadn’t called since that morning and that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach that just wouldn’t go away.

Maybe you should just-

The sound of the bunker’s door being opened then closed interrupted your thoughts and, before you knew it, you were practically running towards the library, eyes wide and senses alert, until your leg gave out and you stumbled into the doorframe, muttering expletives under your breath. 

“Hi there, Y/N.” Sam greeted you with an amused smile. “I’m glad you’re so happy to see me.”

“Oh, shut up. I was worried. How did the hunt go? Why didn’t you call? Are you injured? Where is-”

“Hey,” the youngest Winchester chuckled, all delight and waggishness, “one question at a time, champ.”

Rolling your eyes, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion; despite his playfulness and confident swagger, you could see the way his smile seemed a bit too forced and his forehead puckered just a tiny little bit.

“Where is Dean?”

“Um,” he started, rocking back and forth on his heels, “about that.”

“Sam.” you tried again, a bit more forceful. “Where is Dean?”

And then, right before he could actually reply, a little kid with blonde hair and green eyes gripped on Sam’s leg and swam into view, wearing what was supposed to be one of Dean’s shirts and, oh, God, this was not happening.

“Is that-

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When you’re writing your posts about the anomie of modern individualistic atomized existence, and talking about how we need to find some more-communitarian more-interconnected more-tribal-level mode of life…please remember what tribes are actually like.

Tribes are, basically, big families.  You know how families work, probably.  You were probably raised in one.

And – don’t get me wrong – there are many great things about families.  It is cool that, due to the power of collective identity, resources can be distributed in a literally final-stage-communist fashion with very little friction.  It is cool that you can get to know everyone super well, and keep an accurate map of all the relationships.  It is cool that people care about you, no fooling, they really care about you, they are not going to drop you just because you’ve become inconvenient or whatever. 

Nonetheless.  Somehow, I’m betting that most of you fled from the bosom of your families in order to go live out in the big cold atomized impersonal individualistic world, and you’re not exactly champing at the bit to go back. 

Because there are costs, and they are crushing.  Families do not understand, cannot understand, personal boundaries.  The counterbalance to “your family will always care about you” is “your family will feel free to use and remake every part of your existence.”  Families are places where every point of incompatibility or tension will be rubbed raw until it bleeds and festers, because people can’t just agree to leave each other alone.  Families subordinate your dreams to their own collective ambitions and values.  Families run Every. Single. Thing. through a system of manipulative personal politics. 

Different people have different levels of tolerance for such things, and so the individualism / tribalism tradeoff plays out differently in every case.  But if you’re reading this, I am prepared to bet money that you really really really benefit from the advantages of social individualism, no matter how much loneliness and anomie you might be feeling. 

Squaring this circle is super hard.  It is one of my major long-term intellectual projects.  Finding a system that combines “people really care about each other in a reliable fashion” and “resources get shared in a non-stupid way” with “people will respect your individual preferences/ambitions” and “people have the space not to impinge upon each other intolerably” is…well, it may be impossible, and if it’s possible I’m pretty sure no one’s figured it out yet.  But I’m betting that, at such time as we do figure it out, it’s not going to look anything like segmentary communitarianism. 

The Friend in Boyfriend

Genre: Fluff

Member: Changkyun

Word Count: 2,314

a/n: I’m complete trash for this fake boyfriend series I have started.

Holiday season was either a dreadful season, or a very exciting one for you. Once surrounded by your family, the spotlight could forget you entirely, or focus on you for a good five minutes, which was more than enough time for everyone to bring up your dark past or nonexistent present. It only seemed to worsen as you got older, because work and relationships seemed to be the personal favorites of everyone.

Living away was always a bonus for holidays though, you could either choose to spend them with yourself or with friends, or go back home. However you had used up your last holidays to be away from home, so this time around you were going to have to wear thick skin and go home.

Changkyun had no particular schedule for this season, so you decided to have him tag along with you, and as the two of you drove back to your hometown, your nerves began to pile up high until you were about ready to combust.

“I don’t want to see anyone” you blurted and Changkyun turned to you from the driver’s seat with a blank expression, “W-Why?” he asked softly, turning back to look at the road. You groaned and leaned your head against the window with a thump, “They know I’m going so they invited everyone and I’m scared- they’re snakes!” you whined, covering your face and bringing your knees up to your chest as you hugged them. Changkyun smiled, “You’re so mean, they probably miss you a lot” he said, occasionally glancing over at you as you curled up on yourself.

He was right. They were your family and probably only meant good, but sometimes you realized they just didn’t really filter any of their comments on your life.

“I know… I’m just nervous” you admitted and that was that for your worries. Until you were standing at the doorway of your house, Changkyun patting his clothes a little and fixing his hair as you breathed in and out before knocking. As soon as you did, you heard the voices on the other side and recognized your aunts and cousins and your parents, making you gasp and suddenly take Changkyun’s hand. He shot you a look of shock and before either of you could say anything about it, the door opened and your mother stood at the entrance, with nearly everyone you could recognize standing behind her.

You knew they had noticed your skinship with him, because looks of surprise and thrill arose as well as those of judgement. Your mother held one of thrill as she greeted the two of you with hugs and brought you inside, your hand still tight on Changkyun’s as he held yours gently and very reluctantly. You refused to let him go, for some reason your brain was able to be more grounded as you said your hello’s and how’ve you been’s with him by your side. Everyone sat at the living room on the couches, or dining table, some even on the floor, all eyes on the two of you as you entered and sat at the couch side by side.

Someone began to make small talk with you as everyone else settled, “How have you been Y/N? How’s school?” they asked and you finally let go of Changkyun’s hand so that you could run your hands over your lap, “Good, I’ve been really good, and school has been very busy but I’m doing well there too” you replied with a smile that felt too tight on your lips. “Y/N, aren’t you going to introduce us to this young man?” your mother then interrupted and you could feel everyone staring at Changkyun now, and it made you want to find the closest blanket or curtain to throw over him and protect him from any criticism.

“O-Oh, yeah, he’s Changkyun, everyone…” you started and met his gaze nervously as he smiled kindly and exchanged looks with a few people, “Um, Changkyun, she’s my mom, and that’s my dad” you then added, pointing at your parents who came up to Changkyun to shake his hand as he stood up and did the same with them, bidding everyone else a small wave before sitting down.

A few prying eyes begged for you to continue, to further introduce him and you knew exactly what question snaked behind their teeth, so out of impulse and sudden selfishness, you gave them what they wanted.

“Changkyun this is my family, and family, this is my boyfriend Changkyun” you said confidently, earning the reactions you were currently reveling in, with the exception of your now apparent boyfriend, who didn’t look at you but you knew wanted to smack you across the face and yell what did you just say?

Just like that, tension subsided between your family and you, but only thickened between Changkyun and you. Everyone caught up and decided to settle down to eat, in the meantime, while everyone was busy, Changkyun pulled you aside, “Show me where your bedroom used to be” he said through a very forced smile, and had the situation been different, you would have teased him about it. However you excused yourself and led him to your bedroom, nearly being pushed inside by him as he then closed the door behind him and turned to you. “Why would you say that? Why didn’t you at least warn me?” he spewed, his voice low and hushed, almost making you feel scolded.

“I know I’m sorry it just came out but just do this for me please, I’ll do anything for you after this is over but just do me this one favor” you begged, taking his arms and nearly dropping to your knees had he not held you in place. He sighed loudly and looked over his shoulder then back at you, “Do you know how nervous this makes me? I was already feeling awkward- Y/N I’m an awkward person, granted you would have probably been better off without me as your boyfriend” he rushed and it made you giggle despite the circumstance.

“I know- no, you’re great, just be you it’s okay” you tried, patting his shoulders and giving him a once over and nodding to yourself, “You’re good looking, that’s more than enough” you then added and Changkyun grinned but covered his face and groaned, “Oh my god” he said, then  patting his chest with one hand to soothe his nerves. “Don’t be nervous, it makes me nervous” you then said and he raised his eyebrows, his ministrations coming to an instant halt, “Okay, okay- no you know what, I’m nervous now, just give me a second” he said through a whisper and you chuckled, standing before him for a few seconds before leading him back towards the door as you opened it.

He was shy, but you could tell everyone liked him, he also stuck close to you at all times, occasionally pinching your shirt when you’d stray away and he couldn’t grasp your hand or arm. He feared being cornered by someone and being ultimately interviewed all by his lonesome. He couldn’t escape the questions when they came from your parents, and he always replied with small nods and attempts at answering as politely as possible, but stammering a few times before you were chiming in to his rescue. He didn’t need it much anyway, he was fairly good and your parents were more than satisfied. You were sure at some point he had even gotten comfortable enough with everyone because eventually, he’d stay at least a few feet away from you, that was more than enough progress for you.

You hadn’t realized the burden you had placed on his shoulders until the day got closer to an end, and he no longer smiled much, his shoulders slumping slightly. Everyone stayed until midnight and only then did you get a moment to yourself with Changkyun as the two of you brought your luggage to your bedroom.

“You okay?” you asked in concern, as the two of you arranged your belongings. Changkyun nodded and offered you a small half smile, sitting at the edge of your small bed and scrolling through his cellphone. You looked away and sighed, sitting at his side and leaning your head against his shoulder as you watched the contents on his phone. “I can tell you’re tired… I mean, you used up a lot of energy in charming everyone” you commented jokingly and caught him smile sheepishly. He didn’t mind you looking, and the two of you stayed there for a few quiet minutes until you were hooking your arm with his and he was putting his cellphone away. “Changkyun… I’m sorry” you said softly, still hearing your family chat in the kitchen. Changkyun hummed and then sighed, letting his gaze fall on his lap as you turned to look at him, “I’m really sorry…” you repeated and he gave you a warm smile, shaking his head a little and meeting your gaze for a little before you were looking away a bit flustered.

“It’s okay, I just wish I would have had more time to mentally prepare myself for this” he commented with a chuckle and you moaned in guilt, burying your face against his arm as he glanced at you. “I wasn’t planning on dragging you down with me, I feel really bad… But you took it like a champ” you admitted but all Changkyun did was lean his head against yours and shake it, “Do you feel better about seeing your family though?” he asked and you took in a deep breath and nodded. The burden had been shared, and you no longer felt like your self-esteem had been walked all over by your family members. “Thank you, boyfriend” you joked, making him grin, “You’re welcome girlfriend” he replied, the two of you chuckling lightly.

The word made him a little weak as it escaped your lips, it was no burden to have him play your boyfriend, he’d do it any time, but he would have wanted to meet your parents after he’d confessed his feelings for you. Had it all worked out differently, he would have been much more prepared to meet your parents as your real boyfriend.

“You were great, they’re gonna miss you when we’re gone” you commented and he chuckled, “What are you going to tell them later on?” he asked and you moved away and sighed, letting your shoulders drop with a shrug, “That we broke up or something” you stated and Changkyun pressed his lips into a line as you met his gaze. He looked away and toyed with the ring on his index finger, one you always insisted he should wear because you were convinced rings were made for his hands. “Let’s say, hypothetically, your family really wanted to see both of us again, would we do this again or would you just turn the invitation down and say we broke up?” he asked and you knitted your eyebrows in amusement as you smiled in thought, “I don’t know… I feel bad bringing you” you said and Changkyun nodded, raising his eyebrows in acknowledgement, “Makes sense, but what if I told you I could do this any time?” he then countered. You stared at him quizzically and chuckled, “Why would you? This is terrible and annoying, and eventually they’ll start attacking your self-esteem too” you said jokingly but with a hint of seriousness. “But what if I’m okay with it?” he pushed and your smile faltered as you met his expression, you knew he was looking at you and things were breaking away from the hypothetical. “Why would you be?” you asked again and Changkyun smiled shyly, looking away and shrugging sweetly, “Hypothetically speaking, I could enjoy being your boyfriend” he admitted and your heart jumped, making you freeze in your spot as you stared at the floor.

He then cleared his throat and stood up slowly, letting out an exhale and patting his clothes down, “That’s okay if it’s not what you want” he then said, making his way to the door of your bedroom as you watched him. “Wait no don’t go out there yet, we can’t just leave this conversation hanging” you stated, getting up as well. You couldn’t go back to your family and have him hold you close with genuine feelings while you pondered on them, that’d be using him knowing this was no longer a fake situation and that was definitely not a path you were going down on.

Changkyun turned to you and smiled awkwardly, “If it makes you uncomfortable-” he started but you cut him off, “It doesn’t, but you just kind of threw a curveball at me” you said with a chuckle and he grinned. “I had thought about us together before, but I didn’t think you ever wanted it so I didn’t… Really push for it” you confessed and his eyes widened, “You should have said something!” he said raising his voice in disbelief and you quickly made your way to him and hushed him. The two of you sniggered and you leaned your head against his chest, gripping his arms and trying hard not to laugh loudly. He held your arms as well and you felt him chuckle, making you look up at him and suddenly you were looking at him in a different light.

“So no more lying, okay? We’re actually dating now” he said and you nodded, leaning forward to peck his cheek, “I’m glad we came to terms with it now, any sooner and I don’t think I would have kept my hands to myself” you said with a wink to which Changkyun grinned at sheepishly before opening the door while he held your hand, “You’ve been keeping them to yourself?” he joked and you snorted.

Icarus and the Sun (NSFW)

Originally posted by dailymarvel

Sam Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut

Summary: Some members of the team are giving Sam shit about keeping up and being in better shape so you invite him to come to your workout class with you and it turns out not to be what he expected.

A/N: Sam Wilson won in the 300 poll and I was more than happy to oblige. Hopefully I did him his deserved justice.

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Lance Tucker Drabble (1.)

Originally posted by vintagefangirll

| 🔥 Slight Sizzle |

98. “Uhh…that’s breast milk.” 

Lance the fucker Tucker. 

You rolled your eyes when he swaggered into the break room, a constant smirk on his face and gape in his walk to apparently accommodate his fabled package. The coffee in your hands was much more interesting than anything he had to say, so you brought the cup close to your lips, studying the way it bubbled at the edges. 

Lance wasn’t an idiot, he knew that you were trying to avoid him, but he was also a cocky prick. He sat down right next to you after pouring himself a cup of the black goodness, kicking his legs up to rest on the table. 

“How are you today, beautiful?” 

You flicked your gaze up to him, eyebrows raised in a test. 

“What have I said about the pet names, Tucker? We’re co-workers. It’s not appropriate.” 

He snorted, taking a large gulp of his drink. 

“We’re not really co-workers. You coach the little ones and I coach the champs.” 

You knew that he was just doing this to get a rise out of you so you bit your tongue to keep from hurling obscenities at the man. You weren’t, however, going to let him sit there and try to act like he had a one-up on you. 

“Just the ‘little ones’ huh,” you challenged, “you wouldn’t have any ‘champs’ to coach if it wasn’t for me so really, you should be thanking me.” 

His grin looked like something the big bad wolf would wear when he put his feet down and leaned over to you. He hooked one foot under the leg of your chair, pulling you so close that your knees knocked together. You froze in shock when he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear when he whispered. 

“Why don’t we stop playing this stupid cat and mouse game, then? Let me give you a proper thank you. Tonight. In my bed.” 

Your body betrayed you when a rush of wetness began soaking your center at his words. As soon as you could regain control of your body, you bolted out of the chair, scampering over to the counter on the other side of the room.

“Oh no,” he snickered, “can’t get away that ea-”

“Wait… Lance,” you cut him off, “is this the milk that you put in your coffee?” You held up the plastic carton, face sporting a smile so big your cheeks were hurting. He nodded, shrugging his shoulders when you started laughing uncontrollably.

“What’s so funny? Think that I couldn’t get you off?” 

He definitely seemed offended, clearly not understanding what he had just done or why you were laughing at him. You struggled to catch your breath, tears prickling your eyes. 

“No, it’s just,” you cleared your throat, “uhh…that’s breast milk. You know Karen? She just had a baby and has to pump at work.” He sputtered, eyes wide and staring at the now empty cup with disgust. “Oh come on, you love the packaging but not the stuff inside?” 

Lance stayed silent for a minute, weighing his options, before finally walking over to you. He trapped you between himself and the hard counter, pressing into your body so you could feel that he was sporting half a hard-on. 

“Dunno. Maybe if it was yours I’d be into it.”  

And just like that he backed away from you, winking and leaving you alone. You watched him walk away, mouth agape at the ease at which this man could make anything dirty. You slid down the cabinets to the floor, cradling your hot face in your hands. 

Lance: 1    You: 0

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Wicked Wednesday


  • he is never one to shy away from PDA
  • But it normally has more to do with a stolen kiss or flirting.
  • But the two of you got caught with you asleep in his lap and him wrapped around you. His arms making sure you stay close as well as his hat on your head
  • It took all of Genjis ninja training not to laugh a little bit
  • McCree takes it like a champ however. Stating that he aint ashamed to give love to his s/o


  • This poor boi needs a nap
  • He had been up for two weeks strait. Training and going on missions. All without a single sip of coffee
  • He ended up passing out with his head in your lap.
  • He was just so damn cute that you had to take a picture
  • Of course later on he will deny falling asleep like that


  • Poor guys age caught up with him for a moment
  • He was so sleep deprived on the last mission that he just took hold of you and passed out with you in his arms
  • He face nuzzling into the nape of your neck
  • Ana cant resist taking a few pictures when she finds you two
  • Framing literally all of them


  • He is known for his lack of PDA. Not that you mind considering he makes up for it in privite time
  • But one night he was feeling oddly touch starved and just refused to let go of you or let you out of his lap while he worked
  • Sombra of course uses this as an opportunity to tease the poor man by taking a million pictures
  • Is he so much as scolds her they are gonna be all over talon HQ in a second

Things that Momochi never did in Berryz

Unlikely Love.

“Summary: “Can I get an imagine where Reader is a Statesman that falls for Harry? She tries not to tell her co-workers but Ginger eventually figures it our and her and Tequila form a plan to get them together? Maybe in the end reader goes back to Kingsman with Harry?”
Pairing: Harry Hart x Reader.
Fandom: Kingsman.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 2352.
A/N: This was intended to be shorter. But then I got carried away and couldn’t cut any of it out. So, enjoy this 2300+ word imagine. It’s probably one of my favourites that I’ve written.

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So, past months, I’ve switched from League of Legends to Heroes of the Storm, and I’ve been asked multiple times why. My main reason is the community, but I’ll explain a little bit of both games.

League of Legends VS Heroes of the Storm

  1. League of legends has a bigger champion selection in comparison to Heroes of the Storm(Currently: LoL:136 HoS:68)

  2. Assigned Classes:
    Tank, Fighter, Slayer, Mage, Controller, Marksman
    HotS: Assassin, Warrior, Support, Specialist

  3. In Heroes of the Storm there’s no such thing as “broken Champs”.

  4. Laning:
    LoL:Top, Jungle, Mid and Bot(Bot is always Controller and Marksman)
    HotS:Top and Bot are Standard, In most Maps there is Mid too, there is no Jungle.

  5. Playstyle:
    Just smash everything in your way, get dragons, don’t solo, farm. Players mostly depend on themselves to grow strong, and shop for items to get more agressive, defensive or supportive. Each Level equals a skill upgrade. Main Goal: Destroy the Nexus.
    HotS: Every map has tasks, if you’re not going to play as a Team, the chances you are going to win are really low, since you need your whole team for the tasks,in most occasions. XP is shared, you don’t need to be the one to kill the enemy,XP is shared anyway, both from farming and kills. Farming does not need last hits, even if you just stand next to them when they die you get XP, though I would not suggest that. There’s no shop, no items. Instead of items, you use talents. Talents can be skill, upgrades, shields, teleports, skill enhancers, cooldowns, pretty much everything, depending on champion. You get to pick talents up to 7 times in the game. Pick them strategically, depending on your enemies and their talent choises. Main Goal: Destroy the Nexus (There’s not only one way.) You can use camps to help you fight your cause.

  6. Battlefields in Ranked:
    LoL: 1
    Hots: 13
    (Each has different tasks, pick heroes, strategically)

  7. Community:
    LoL: Personally, I think League has the most unhealthy community. It’s a rare occasion not to come across a flamer. If you decide to just mute them all and enjoy the game, there’s high chance you’ll notice people dying in the middle of the battlefield, just because some player was typing an angry text to another. There’s also excess trolling and intentional feeding.
    Hots: Community
    is really nice most times, XP is shared so there’s no such thing as “You m&!@*&f*&^^r stole my kill I’m gonna troll”. Most of times chat is full of strategic advices, like ex1: Let’s take this camp. or ex2: You should go for task, I’m going to keep them away.

  8. Game Rewarding System & Gifts.
    I am not one of those people who spend money on skins, boosts etc. It’s not that I don’t like them, I only think it is not worth it. I’d better buy a whole new game. So this is a really important factor to me.
    LoL and Hots: In game Currency & XP for Champions & your Account.
    In Heroes of the Storm Chanpion XP is really important. You can level up to 20 times a hero in total. Each time you level up you are gifted a Loot Box. Loot Boxes contain: Champions, Champion Skins, Mounts, Voice Lines, Announcers, Banners, Sprays, Emojis, Portraits, Stimpacks, Shards and Gems (These are in Game currency you have to buy with real money to get). Each Lootbox contains 4 mystery items that can be anything from the above. If you’re not happy with what you get the first time you can change the Loot Box with another one for in game currency, you get from playing the game. Loot Boxes can be Regular, Rare, Epic and Veteran. The greater the Loot Box the greater the gifts. Skins are not rare at all, even new and expensive ones. Even if you’ve leveled up all Champions to maximum, there are new champions coming very often, and there are also special events & brawl modes(each week) that give you Loot boxes.
    In League of Legends you get one Hextech Chest each week, but you have to win it over (Your Performance has to be of an S-, S or S+ ). In order to open it you need to get 3 Hextech key shards and combine them to make a key. Hextech Chests can stack up to 4, if you don’t get to open them in time. Hextech Chests give you Champion Essence, Cosmetic Essence, Champion Shard(which you can buy with Champion Essence), Skin Shard(which you can buy with Cosmetic Essence). If you don’t want the Skin or Champion Shard you can descend them into the Essence of their category. Skin and Champ Shards may need more or less Essence than others depending on their price or rarity.

    Hope this was helpful to anyone interested. This are just the basics in my opinion and not the whole games in depth. There are more features in both games. 
    Hope you have a great day♥
Stuck in Limbo // pt. 1

A/N.: This idea came to me a couple of weeks ago and I just had to write it down. I had originally planned this to be a one-shot, but turns out (and this comes as no surprise) I got too excited with the story and, therefore, it got kinda long, reason why I’m turning it into a two-parter. So I hope you guys enjoy this part, the next and final one should be up pretty soon! I’d love to know your thoughts on this though, so please let me know what you think! Your opinions are deeply appreciated!!

“Riley? Riles, you there?”

Lucas walks into the dark, silent living room, confusion painting his features. He turns the lights on as his eyes scan the apartment, the place is completely empty. His mind instantly wanders back to the conversation he had with Riley over breakfast. They weren’t on the best terms for the past couple of days, that was for sure, but she had promised him she’d make it tonight.

He steps aside letting Zay in, throwing his keys on the table when something catches his eye. Oh no, she didn’t. Lucas can feel his jaw tighten as he reads the note, rolling his eyes at its unpleasant, though unsurprising, message. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Zay.

“Let me guess… Jackass? He chuckles, walking over to the couch.

“What do you think?” The blonde bites out, rereading the note aloud “Out with Jack. Don’t wait up. Wink face.” Lucas features distort in disgust as he scrunches up the piece of paper and tosses it away.

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It’s A Date

for @tomsh0lland (personal imagine), congrats on winning bb <3

playlist: 1. just a little bit of your heat // ariana grande / 2. midnight moon // oh wonder / 3. good as hell // lizzo / 4. come on eileen // dexys mignight runners / 5. if i could tell her // dear evan hansen / 6. cough syrup // melanie martinez / 7. play that song // train / 8. the show // melanie martinez / 9. woman // kesha / 10. signed, sealed, delivered (i’m yours) // stevie wonder / 11. lights on // shawn mendes / 12. dead // madison beer / 13. alone // halsey / 14. all you are is history // state champs / 15. missing you // all time low / 16. all my friends // the summer set / 17. we’ll be a dream // we the kings ft demi lovato / 18. tell me you love me // demi lovato / 19. bright // kehlani / 20. while we’re young // jhene aiko

You sighed, heading inside your apartment complex building with your arms filled with all the paperwork you needed to do, along with the two books weighing you down in your backpack. You got into the elevator, giving your back and arms a break by dumping all your things in one corner – you were the only one in the elevator, anyway.

“Hold the door, please!” Well… you were the only person in the elevator. Your arm instinctively extended, your hand stopping the door before it closed. “Thank you, whew.” You smiled at the boy, going back to press the number six. “Can you hit the eighth floor for me, please?” You wordlessly pressed the button two down from yours. “I’ve seen you before.” You looked back – you had seen him before. Almost every other day now, for almost two weeks.

“Yeah, we usually ride the elevator together on Mondays – and every other day after that.” You smiled as he extended his arm for you to take.

“Tom.” You nodded, shaking his hand.

“Emily.” He smiled, still shaking your hand. You two just stood there for a few seconds, not-so-subtly checking each other out until the elevator stopped on the sixth floor. You cleared your throat, bending down to pick your things up, in turn you released his hand. “Well, it’s nice to have a name to a familiar face. See you on Friday?” Tom smiled at you, bending down to pick up your backpack and helping you put it on.

“Can’t get here faster.” You looked down at your shoes, shaking your head before slipping out of the elevator before the doors shut. Your day hadn’t seemed that bad after all.

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anonymous asked:

Would it be okay if I requested 27 and 16 for Tequila? I really, really appreciate all that you do for this fandom by the way! Thank you so so much for all of your amazing writing (and tequila and whiskeh material!) 💗

Pairing: Reader x Agent Tequila.
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 512
Prompts: “I’m going to kiss you now.” / “Hey, have you seen my-Oh!”

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Oh my god, I so want to do a part 3 to this one. I don’t know where I’d go with it yet (I still feel like Loki’s change of attitude towards the reader happened too fast) but ugh, I just love where this one went and how it turned out and… yeah. Cool. Thank you to @all-nerds-here for requesting this part two - I genuinely had a blast writing it. Enjoy, my darlings, and let me know what you think. 

Prompt: PLEEEAAASE continue the Loki x sick!reader one! It was sooo good!

Plague (Part 2)

Part 1

You knocked twice on the door. The early morning sun peeked into the hallway from the above skylight (of course Tony Stark would have windows in the damn ceiling) and though you still weren’t feeling completely well again, the sleep yesterday had certainly helped. Given that you were awake early, on account of your inability to sleep properly whilst sick, you still hadn’t changed out of your pyjamas. Around the red silk, you’d wrapped your duvet and in your hands you clutched the blanket that Loki had placed over you.

It hadn’t taken you long to figure out that it was Loki who had cared for you the day prior – nobody else had been around – but you had taken the briskness with which he had left as a sign to let the topic lie. Until this morning, you had intended to keep it that way but you felt somewhat indebted to him after waking up feeling so refreshed.

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guys imagine nicole cuddling people. like shes the best cuddler ever, she just holds people and patiently lets them set the boundaries and like she’s just steady and you never feel like she wants to leave and its never awkward if you’re not talking.

she cuddles waverly and sometimes presses kisses into waverly’s hair and she never complains if waverly wants to be the big spoon (champ whined if waverly ever considered it). she sometimes hums little songs or runs her hands through waverly’s hair and waverly  m e l t s

but wynonna cuddles platonically with her new bff (and ill fight you platonic cuddling is the best). but only when wynonna has had a bit to drink, its the only time wynonna accepts affection unreservedly from someone who’s not her family (at least at first) and they just hold each other, and it’s quiet except for the few times wynonna talks a little about things that bother her (ranging from “this asshole cut me in line today” to “what if i turn into ward?”) and nicole listens and offers no judgement. she just lets wynonna put the words out there. wynonna falls asleep and its the first time she’s fallen asleep with another person (another not-earp person) in years. she can do sex, but she can’t sleep around other people, it feels too vulnerable. (waverly takes a picutre of her gf and her sister asleep and cuddling on the couch. because its adorable. also blackmail.)


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Mel had no idea why the administration wanted him to join one of the sports teams. He was probably one of the biggest nerds in the school. And he wasn’t even interested in sports! All of it seemed so cryptic. The dean just called him to his office and then asked him to keep an eye on Coach Larson. And the best way to do that was join a sports team. Then the dean promised to pay for most of his tuition if he could get some kind of information, so Mel couldn’t really pass it up.

“All I have to do is tell you what he’s doing?” Mel asked, still skeptical. The dean just nodded and handed him the paperwork. “Okay,” Mel smiled as he signed his name. “Shouldn’t be too hard, right?” However the dean didn’t respond. Mel’s confidence seemed to have just made him even angrier.

Mel left the office and headed for the gym. It wasn’t too hard for him to find it. He’d visited it a few times before just to see what it was like to work out. There was also a part of him that was still trying to fight off the extra weight college put on him. He’d done an okay job but still wasn’t satisfied. He’d lost that thin waist that he’d had in high school. But then he thought about all the pizza and snacks he’d eaten instead. Honestly he wouldn’t have wanted to give that up either. It’s just now he was in the gym looking around trying to figure out what anything did.

“So you’re the new recruit?” Coach Larson’s voice boomed. It filled the gym, startling Mel. Coach put out his hand for a hand shake.

“Uhhh… Yeah.” Mel shook the man’s hand. Coach had such a strong grip. Just that handshake made him feel intimidated. “I’ve been thinking about getting back into shape.” He grabbed the soft belly in front of him. “Haven’t been here in a while though.”

“No need to be embarrassed,” Coach was practically gleaming. “As long as you stick to it and do everything I say, you’ll be fine.” Coach let out a laugh, “Oh, and don’t give out any of my secrets.”

It sounded like it was supposed to be a joke, but the way Coach looked at Mel it was like he knew what was going on. “Secrets?” Mel laughed pretending to be stupid, “You can’t have too many secrets, right?”

“Haha!” Coach’s laugh was hard and quick, “Course I’ve got secrets. Everybody’s got secrets. But some are worse than others. Eh?”

Mel’s eyes lit up. Was it really going to be this easy? “Like…” he paused hoping Coach would finish the sentence.

“Well, there’s my muscle growth drink,” Coach leaned forward and pulled out a bottle with a brownish liquid. “Made from the blood, sweat and tears of my star athletes. These boys produce so much testosterone it floods out of their body. So we bottle it and then feed it back to them. It’s the best way to do it.” Coach sounded so serious. He leaned forward like he was going to tell a secret. “All you got to do is drink it to be one of the guys,” he shook the bottle. The liquid splashed around the container. It looked a lot thicker than water but not like a protein drink.

“Sounds kind of gross…” Mel’s nose turned up as he grabbed the bottle. He wasn’t sure what it was supposed to be. It smelt kind of… Musky…“Are you sure that’s even sanitary?”

“Sanitary doesn’t matter. It’s the results. You wanna look like those guys right?” he beat his chest and then pointed at one of his star players. “How do you think I get these guys to be so big?” Coach still had serious face on. He leaned into Mel’s ear. His voice went to a whisper. “Go on. Drink it. You wanna be part of the team, right?”

‘Tuition fees. Tuition Fees. Tuition fees,’ Mel repeated in his head as he pulled the mysterious liquid closer to his face. He plugged his nose trying to ignore the smell. Then pulled the drink back taking a large amount of it in his mouth. He sloshed it around afraid of it actually going down. He was hoping that the taste would go away. And he wouldn’t be able to know what it was. It was just too damn salty that his mind instantly went to the worst. Finally he was able to swallow. It went down hard.

“Ho-ly fuck,” Coach started laughing really hard. “Boy, did you really just drink that thinking it was blood, sweat and tears of my star athletes? Damn, you really are loyal son.” He was way too busy laughing to see how red Mel’s face had gotten. “Like, I thought you weren’t going to do it. You had me worried and then you just downed it like it was nothing. Fuck man.” His laughter was subsiding. He wiped away a tear. “Don’t worry bout it. There’s a place for you on the team. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Okay…” Mel still felt sick to his stomach. “So what do I do now?” he paused still trying to get his bearings. “Coach?”

“Well,” Coach was beaming, “First we gotta get you changed then you can start training.”

“Okay…” Mel was starting to wonder just what the school administration thought was going on. Sure Coach was a bit of an ass. But that’s not illegal. Well maybe calling him an ass is pretty harsh. It was just a joke. And if it wasn’t even that gross, did it matter? Mel shook his head as he took off his shirt. He didn’t notice that his was tighter around his shoulders than his waist. There was just too much going on. He’d go tell Coach what the school board was doing and that’d be that.

He paused at the thought. It sounded backwards. He would tell the administration what Coach was doing. But that sounded even worse. Coach wasn’t that bad of a guy. And there wasn’t anything going on. Coach just liked playing jokes sometimes. Then why did everything feel so confusing. For some reason it was getting hard to think. There was something telling him not to trust coach but then there was another part telling him how important coach was to him.

Mel grabbed his head trying to make sense of it all. For a second he thought that there should have been a lot of hair up there but remembered that coach told him to keep it shaved. It helped give him a tougher, more authoritative presence over the other guys. He was one of the team captains after all. They had to treat him with respect. None of them really talked back to him though. He had a pretty nasty glare. Really knew how to look intimidating. His eyes narrowed and focused as he tried to figure out what was happening.

“No, I’m supposed to tell the dean,” but that still sounded wrong. That meant he’d be going behind Coach’s back. There was no way he was going betray coach’s trust. Not after everything they’d been through, that would just be wrong. His body flexed on a reflex, thinking about how mad he’d be at himself for betraying coach. He saw his body in the mirror. “Am I growing?” the question sounded stupid because it was. He laughed flexing his arms again. “It’s just cause I flexed. Coach would think I’m so stupid.”

But he was in fact growing. His weight was distributing itself throughout his body. The fat on his belly was raising up to his arms and shoulders. It left a thick defined six pack in it’s place. The extra weight on his butt reformed itself giving him a solid strong ass that most people couldn’t help but at least glance at. Everything about him looked perfect.

With another flex he felt much better. “Yeah. This feels good,” he smiled at his large muscles. They bulged all over the place. Coach had trained him after all. Making sure he was one of the biggest guys out there. His strong, amazing physique was all thanks to Coach. They’d trained so long and hard together. Coach made sure he didn’t forget any of his muscle groups and even helped him with a meal plan. That helped him keep a pretty thin waist even with how big he was. Most of the guys complained about seeing his abs even through his shirts. But the girls all liked it.

The more he thought about coach the more miserable he felt. It was like they really good friends. And he was about to throw all that away for what? A little money. Fuck that. He wasn’t someone who threw away his honor just for a little bit of cash.

Mel stared into the mirror. He felt a little bit more confident about what he was supposed to do. Coach had always been there for him and he knew that Coach would have the answer. The dean be damned. Coach was the one who’d always been there for him making sure he had everything he needed. “Coach I have something to tell you,” despite his size Mel approached the other man weakly.

“What’s up champ?” he asked in his usual cheery voice. Even giving him a light slug to lighten the mood.

“I’ve been talking to the dean… He wants me to spy on you,” Mel couldn’t even look at his coach in the face, “I’m really sorry. He promised to pay for a bunch of my tuition fees…”

Coach gave his signature laugh, “Is that why you’ve been lifting so poorly this week? I thought you’d gotten yourself some kind of girl. Or you were turning into some kind of pansy.” He gave him another friendly slap to the chest. Mel’s eyes finally made contact. “Don’t worry about it man. The dean’s an ass. So we’ll just keep our own little secret, eh?”

“What do you mean?” Mel was really confused.

“C’mon knucklehead. We just don’t tell him you told me. Then you spy on him for me. I give you some of my ‘secrets’. Then you get to keep the money and not have to worry about any ramifications,” Coach waited for Mel to nod. He knew the five syllable word through him for a loop. “That’s my boy. Now go workout. I let you have an easy week so I expect you to outdo yourself today.”

“Yes sir,” Mel said with a confidence. He knew coach knew what was best for him. And he was more than happy to serve.

the walking dead starters ( season 7 episode 1.)

( also known as the meme that will destroy your soul. or as the meme where 98% is negan quotes.!!! SPOILER ALERT !!! IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED FIRST EP OF SEASON 7 YET !!!

  • “ what? was the joke that bad?”
  • “ i’m gonna kill you.”
  • “ what? i didn’t quite catch that. you’re gonna have to speak up.”
  • “ not today. not tomorrow… but i’m gonna kill you.”
  • “ well, we can just turn these people inside out, won’t we? i mean, the one’s that are left.”
  • “ let’s go for a ride.”
  • “ wow, what a piece of shit!”
  • “ ‘i’m gonna kill you’ - are you kiddin’ me?”
  • “ did you see what just happened, what i just did?”
  • “ your best chance is to stand up, grab that ax, and drive it through the back of my head.”
  • “ keep actin’ tough.”
  • “ go ahead. grab the damn ax.”
  • “ drop it.”
  • “ don’t make me get up again.”
  • “ well, look at that. dawn is breakin’. it’s a brand-new day.”
  • “ i want you to think about what could’ve happened. think about what happened. and think about what can still happen.”
  • “ that remind you of anybody you know?”
  • “ you are mine.”
  • “ let’s be friends.”
  • “ no. doesn’t work like that, ___. not anymore.”
  • “ think about what happened.”
  • “ i simply cannot decide.”
  • “ i got an idea. eenie… meenie… miney….”
  • “ you can breathe. you can blink. you can cry. hell, you’re all gonna be doin’ that.”
  • “ oh! look at that! taking it like a CHAMP!”
  • “ suck. my. nuts.”
  • “ did you hear that?”
  • “ oh, my goodness! look at this!”
  • “ sweetheart, lay your eyes on this.”
  • “ oh damn… were you– were you together?”
  • “ that sucks.”
  • “ you should know, there was a reason for all this.”
  • “ he just took one, or six or seven for the team!”
  • “ so take a damn look.”
  • “ take a damn look!”
  • “ that? oh, my! that. that is a no-no.”
  • “ that whole thing, not one bit of that shit flies here.”
  • “ do you want me to do it?”
  • “ no, you don’t kill them… not until you try a little.”
  • “ that’s not how it works.”
  • “ now, i already told you, first one’s free, then – what’d i say?”
  • “ i said i would shut that shit down! no exceptions.”
  • “ now, i don’t know what kind of lying assholes you’ve been dealing with, but i’m a man of my word.”
  • “ first impressions are important.”
  • “ i need you to know me.”
  • “ buddy, you still there?”
  • “ i just don’t know. it seems like you’re trying to speak, but you just took a hell of a hit!”
  • “ -and it is gross as shit!”
  • “ oh… oh, hell, i can see this is hard on you.”
  • “ i am sorry. i truly am. but i did say it; no exceptions!”
  • “ you bunch of pussies. i’m just gettin’ started.”
  • “ she is a vampire bat.”
  • “ people died, ___. it’s what happened. doesn’t mean the rest of ’em have to.”
  • “ i thought you were the guy, ___. maybe you’re not.”
  • “ we’ll give it one more go. now i really want you to try this time.”
  • “ last chance.”
  • “ clock is ticking, ___! think about what could still happen.”
  • “ we’re here, prick.”
  • “ this must be hard for you, right?”
  • “ i mean, you have been king shit for so long.”
  • “ that is some screwed up shit!”
  • “ you were in charge. hell, you were probably addicted to it.”
  • “ you can still lead a nice, productive life, producing for me.”
  • “ i think you’re gonna need it. i just got a feelin’. so take it.”
  • “ speak when you’re spoken to!”
  • “ the way that you looked at me, i wanted to change that.”
  • “ i wanted you to understand. but you’re still looking at me the same damn way.”
  • “ do i give you another chance?”
  • “ and here it is, the grand-prize game.”
  • “ what you do next will decide whether you crap day becomes everyone’s last crap day, or just another crap day.”
  • “ you a south-paw?”
  • “ am i a what?”
  • “ that hurt? should. it’s supposed to.”
  • “ get down on the ground. spread them wings!”
  • “ you got a pen?”
  • “ sorry, kid.”
  • “ please, please. please don’t.”
  • “ please don’t.”
  • “ me? i ain’t doin’ shit.”
  • “ now, i know- i know, you’re gonna have to process that for a second. still though, i’m gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die.”
  • “ i’m gonna keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it.”
  • “ you- you don’t have to do this.”
  • “ now, i know this is a screwed-up thing to ask.”
  • “ it can- it can- it can be me. it can be me. y-you can do it to me.”
  • “ i c- i can go with- with you.”
  • “ no. this is the only way.”
  • “ not making a decision is a BIG decision.”
  • “ you really want to see all these people die? you will. you will see every. ugly. thing.”
  • “ oh, my god. are you gonna make me count?”
  • “ okay, you win. i am counting. three!”
  • “ please! please! it can be me! please!”
  • “ please, don’t do- ah… ahhh!”
  • “ just do it.”
  • “ you answer to me. you provide for me. you belong to me. right?”
  • “ that is the look i wanted to see.”
  • “ we did it. all of us, together. even the dead guys on the ground. hell, they get the spirit award, for sure!”
  • “ today was a productive damn day!”
  • “ now, i hope, for all your sake, that you get it now… that you understand how things work.”
  • “ things have changed.”
  • “ whatever you had going for you, that is over now.”
  • “ he’s got guts. not a little bitch like someone i know.”
  • “ i like him. he’s mine now.”
  • “ but you still wanna try something, i will cut pieces off of… hell’s his name?”
  • “ wow, that actually sounds right.”
  • “ i will cut pieces off of ___ and put them on your doorstep - or better yet,  i will bring ___ to you and have you do it for me.”
  • “ welcome to a brand-new beginning, you sorry shits!”
  • “ you need to sit down.”
  • “ you need to go get ready. to fight them.”
  • “ we would die, all of us.”
  • “ go home. take everybody with you. i can get there by myself.”
  • “ you can barely stand up.”
  • “ you were out– out here for me.”
  • “ i can make it now, i need you to go back, i can’t have you out here.”
  • “ we’re not letting you go, okay?”
  • “ it’s not gonna happen.”
  • “ i’m not giving you a choice.”
  • “ i need to do this, please.”
  • “ i got it.”
  • “ pl- pl- please let us.”
  • “ he- he’s out family t- he’s our family, too.”
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Requested by Anon: Can you do a Reader/Ginger where the reader was Ginger’s s/o before they split to ‘pursue different careers’, not realizing they both became agents, and then they’re reunited for a mission?
Ginger Ale x Reader
Fandom: Kingsman
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1053
A/N: I use the name Elizabeth for Ginger’s real name, as it’s mentioned in the Kingsman: The Golden Circle Novelisation that her name is Elizabeth!

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Dad Mode

AJ Styles/OC. For Anon: After playing a prank on AJ, he calls reader to the ring to apologize (much like how he did Gallows & Anderson). She isn’t sorry, but plays up with a pout about what a bad little girl she’s been and innocently asks if she doesn’t apologize does that mean he’ll punish her? Of course with the crowd AJ’s gotta watch himself here, but before leaving the ring, she says sorry… for not doing worse! After, he shows her why she should be a good girl for him - with a daddy kink please.

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#10 for Tequila/Eggsy :)

10. “Teach me how to play?”

One thing about the Statesman HQ that tops Kingsman’s, as much as he misses it, is the fucking game room. From wall to wall, there’s a foosball table, a rack full of board games, a dart board in the corner, a vintage Pac-Man machine, and a Star Wars-themed pinball machine, where Ginger holds the highest score. It’s a nice place to come and relax a little, something that’s hard to do these days. 

But one of the more prominent features is in the middle, with a light dangling from the ceiling above: a pool table, complete with green felt and little dials embedded in the wood that turn numbers to keep track of the score. Right now, Whiskey’s assessing, hand on his chin, with Tequila leaning against his pool cue. 

“Hey, boys,” Eggsy says, strolling towards them. “Teach me how to play?” 

“You’re kidding me,” Tequila says, raising his eyebrows. “You’ve never played a game of pool in your life?” 

Eggsy rolls his eyes, sticking his hands in his trouser pockets. “It’s the same in every country, isn’t it? In Britain, I get ‘dragged,’” he even whips out the air quotes, “for not knowing about loo snorkels and utensils and tie knots, and here, about Kentucky martinis and rodeos and bar games.” 

Tequila raises his hands in mock surrender. “Whoa, there, partner, just surprised. But it’s not too bad to learn.” He nods towards Whiskey. “You can watch us for a bit.”

Whiskey finally takes his shot, neatly sending a striped orange-and-white ball into one of the holes, and then curses when the white ball follows in after it. Winking at Eggsy, Tequila walks around and sits astride on the table, pool cue positioned horizontally behind his back. 

“You’re showing off,” Whiskey comments. 

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Your Past. My Present. Our Future Part 5

Beginning: Your Past. My Present. Our Future Part 1

Warning: Cussing

Your Past. My Present. Our Future Part 5

Chapter 8

“How can I be so fucken stupid?” Negan said, banging his head against the cabin. “What the fuck was I thinking?”

“It could have been worse.” Simon said, leaning against the cabin.

“Could be worse?” Negan said, looking over at him. “It is fucken worse man. I fucken asked Ally to marry and she just fucken looked at me. Fuck” Negan went back to banging his head against the cabin. “She probably thinks I just  want to fuck her. Fuck” He kept banging his head. “I’m such a…”

“…Dumbass” Ally said, banging her head on a tree. “What the hell was I thinking?”

“It could be worse.” Jr said, leaning against a tree nearby.

“Could be worse?” Alley said, looking over at him. “It is worse man. He asked me to marry him and I just looked at him. Fuck.” Ally started banging her head against the tree again. “He probably thinks, I think he just asked me just to sleep with me. Oh my god, he probably things I hate him now. Fuck.” She kept banging her head. “I’m such a…”

“…Jackass.” Negan said, pacing back and forth. “I just fucken told her I was tired and going to bed. Fuck, she probably thinks I hate her now.” He stopped pacing and looked over at Simon. “Can you shot me in the head? Like the side of my fucken head. My face is too fucken pretty to get fucken blown off.”

“You’re acting like a teenager right now Negan.” Simon said, crossing his arms and shaking his head. “I’m sure Ally is more grown up about this than you are right now.”

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