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Early Riser

Title: Early Riser

Summary: Sam likes to get up early, you do not. You decide to convince him to come back to bed.    

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  1334

Warnings: explicit language, nsfw, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes:  Written for the 100 Kinks List,  #33 - Morning Sex; requested by an anonymous requester

Originally posted by frozen-delight

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Jungkook Ship Fic Rec 2

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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


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


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


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


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


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

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

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

There is such a thing as an edible, nay delicious, meat pie floater, its mushy peas of just the right consistency, its tomato sauce piquant in its cheekiness, its pie filing tending even towards named parts of the animal. There are platonic burgers made of beef instead of cow lips and hooves. There are fish ‘n’ chips where the fish is more than just a white goo lurking at the bottom of a batter casing and you can’t use the chips to shave with. There are hot dog fillings which have more in common with meat than mere pinkness, whose lucky consumers don’t apply mustard because that would spoil the taste. It’s just that people can be trained to prefer the other sort, and seek it out. It’s as if Machiavelli had written a cookery book.

Even so, there is no excuse for putting pineapple on pizza.

– take that, the internet | Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent

Something Great

Originally posted by notheartbroken

a/n: sorry for the absence but here is a cute one shot :-) smut warning gif credit to the owner 

His curl adorned head glanced over his shoulder and switched lanes with ease. Music was softly gracing the speakers with a light melody. The sky outside was grey and dull, rain littering the pavement and windows. With the rain and Harry surrounding my senses, I was calm.

The music flowing the truck was serene and I couldn’t help but sing along to the tune. “I don’t want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck.” I took note of the grin that swept across Harry’s face when I started to sing. “What are you at?” I conjured. The grin that flashed his teeth and dimples grew wider, “You have a lovely voice s'all.”

I blushed at his compliment and kept my head turned to the window so he could fail to see my embarrassment ridden face.

I think I’m falling I’m falling for you

The lyrics resonated in my mind. What if my heart was really falling for this green eyed boy? My mind and heart were at conflict as I asked myself this significant question. Before I could ponder this question more than I already have, my mind swirled to the hand placed gently on my thigh. Even through my clothed material I could feel the hit that was immersed from his hand.

My heart swelled at the small, yet significant gesture that Harry had completed. Before I could revel in the sweetness of Harry anymore, he pulled his truck up at the curb in front of my house. The AUX cord connected to my phone was pulled out as I swiftly tucked it in my pocket. The door I was about to open, was pulled from my grasp. Harry smiled sweetly when I thanked him. See, chivalry isn’t dead.

His arm looped with mine as we walk to my doorstep. “I had a really nice time today.” His voice rang out, the British accent never failing to hook me into his voice deeper. “I did too.” An involuntary smile swept across my face, “We should do it aga-” My sentence was cut off by a loud crackle through the sky. “Yeah we should. But I should get going. Bye Y/N.” He gave me a swift hug, not nearly as long as I wanted. I hollered bye as he rushed through the yard to his truck.

When my door popped open, quietness surrounded me. Mom and Dad were still work. My room welcomed me with the scent of mahogany teakwood and I felt even calmer in that moment. The clothes I had on were stripped off me and replaced with sweats and an old t-shirt, my hair was pulled up into a bun. I had just sunk into my bed when a knock at my door startled me. I heaved a sigh and shuffled to my door. “So. My truck isn’t working.” A soaked Harry stood on my porch. “Alright, you can hang out until the rain stops.” I laughed and grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. “Stay here, I’ll grab you a towel and clothes.” I disappeared in my room, while I sent a swift text to my mom and explained the situation. My phone was placed back into my pocket, a towel in one hand and my ex boyfriends clothes in the other.

“Here’s a towel. And here are some clothes.” Harry’s eyes traveled down the clothes. “Are those your ex boyfriends clothes?” My cheeks heat up, “Yes…look, do you want clothes or not?” He chuckled, “Fine.”

Harry emerged from the bathroom just as I started to watch Supernatural. His appearance caused my to burst out into budding laughter. Around his legs he had tight boxer briefs that were way too short on his long legs, and his torso adorned a shirt that was too tight. “I look fucking ridiculous.” Tears spilled from my eyes, my stomach already gathering an ache. “You look amazing.” Harry’s green eyes rolls at my comment. “Shut it.”

He took a seat on the couch opposite of the one I was lounging on. “What are we watching?” He asked, slightly annoyed. “Supernatural.” Harry scoffed, “Really?”

“Hey it’s a good show!” He chuckled a little bit, “Yeah okay.”

“Hey I can kick you out if I need too.” My maneuvered to look at Harry and my eyes narrowed as I challenged him. “Okay, okay.” He raised his hands up in defense as he decided to climb onto my couch, my heart smiled, I got to be closer to him. I smiled at the green eyed boy who took my feet in his lap as I pressed play on the remote at his request.

About twenty minutes passed by of me being engrossed in the work of Sam and Dean Winchester when Harry started to become bored. His legs that held my feet started to bounce up and down. “You bored?” I asked, “No, I’m okay.” I took the time to admire Harry’s gorgeous face. He had sporadic freckles under his eyes and along his nose, something I’ve noticed before, just never studied them. His green eyes had yellow located around the edge of his pupil. Surrounding his eyes, long eyelashes fanned across. If there was ever a time to seize the day, now was that time. The body resting before me came closer as my body propelled itself towards him. And before I could think about anything else, my lips crashed to his.

Harry held me to him once I tried to pull back. I didn’t object anymore. Our lips melted together with heat intertwined. Harry’s hands grabbed my body and pulled me on to him. Each of my knees were at the side of his legs. My hands found his hair, slowly running my digits through his dark hair. A low moan leaked out of his lips and, sending a sensation through me. What was I doing? Harry and I were just friends. “Harry…were just friends…” The connection of our lips was lost, Harry’s lips were swollen and pink, they looked irresistible. “Y/n. You and I both know that isn’t true. We’ve been wanting each other for awhile now. Ever since I moved here I’ve wanted you.” The words he said to me affected my heart to swell. I can’t deny the fact that I did like him ever since he moved here from England. “Just…let us have this…” Harry practically whimpered out, his hand flew up to my hair as he brushed a stray strand behind my ear. “You’re all I want, so much it’s hurting.” How could I deny this beautiful boy? My body reacted over my mind once more as our lips reestablished. Our hips slowly collided, breathy moans released from both of us. Harry’s lips pulled from mine as he connected to my neck. My head rolled back as a loud moaned ripped through me. “I have wanted to do this for so long,” Harry moaned out, “Let’s take this to your room.” His large hands gripped my butt as he lifted us up, my lips were attacking his neck with my teeth, leaving red marks in the wake of it.

Harry shut my door behind him; swiftly he pulled his shirt of his lanky body. My eyes takes down his naked torso. He had toned abs, suddenly I felt insecure. The body of Harry was much prettier than mine. He was slender and tan. As I had fat rolls and was pale. “Harry…I don’t know.” He sighed, and my heart broke. I wanted to make love with Harry more than anything. But, that was my first time, and I didn’t know if I was ready to give him myself completely. Wasn’t I supposed to be in love with the person I lose it to?

“Y/N, if you’re worried about us not being in love, don’t. I’m incredibly in love with you, and I know you feel the same way. The way you’re body reacts to me when I touch you tells it all.” His hand lingered to my lip, touching it gently. His thumb rubbed over my bottom lip then slowly trailed to my chest, “Just a simple touch to your lip has already got it your heart racing…” He whispered then placed his hand over my heart. Sure enough, he was proved right. “But that’s not the case. I know you too well. It’s you’re body…you’re afraid I won’t find it beautiful.” My breath hitched with his words. His head lowered down, and kissed my clothed belly.

“Baby girl, that isn’t the case. You’re body….it gets my heart racing. Your hips curve in just the right way, your chest is big in all the right places, and your thighs, oh god, your thighs.” He moaned the last part out, I couldn’t help the slight whimper that I emitted from me when he squeezed my thighs.

“If you don’t believe me, feel this.” His hand took mine and placed it on the bulge in the boxers I gave him. Harry climbed on the bed and was faced on top of me. His arms supported him on either side of my head. Harry’s pink and slightly swollen lips came to mine. It wasn’t rushed this time, it was slow, sensual and intimate. “You’re beautiful,” he mumbled against my lips, “let me prove it to you.”

The shirt I had separating our bare chest was removed. My breasts were exposed to the first person other than myself who has seen them. This was my most vulnerable moment. I dearly hoped Harry would not mess this up. “I trust you.” I finally murmured out. Harry sweetly smiled. The smile made my heart swell. Lips kissed in the valley between my breasts. A hand gently kneaded one of them while Harry’s lips slowly made his way to the other. His tongue flicked my nipple, igniting a fire in my stomach. With a sudden gasp from myself, he did it once more, yet harder. He alternated between each breast. If that is how it felt to be pleasured that way, I couldn’t wait for Harry to work further down my body.

As if Harry read my mind, he kissed each of my breast one last time and then inched down my stomach. Leaving raised bumps on my skin and kisses. My breathing was heavy and uncontrolled. I wasn’t lying when I said I trusted Harry. I’ve never felt more ready to give someone myself as I was in that moment.

Harry arrived finally at my lower half. The sweats that adorned my legs and waist were removed. My cheeks reddened as Harry moaned. I forgot to put on underwear. “Do you always go commando?” He lightly chuckled. “Uh, only sometimes.” I mumbled out. “Christ.”

Harry’s curly haired head descended between my thighs. His dark hair tickled my skin. A finger swiped across my core sending a foreign sensation of pleasure through me. My thighs unconsciously tried to squeeze each other together. Harry’s hands took a hold of them, and gripped them tightly. He looked up at me, his eyes were a shade darker and I could almost feel myself dripping.

I entangled my hands in his hair once he touched his tongue to my swollen bundle of nerves. My body jerked as Harry continued to run his tongue vigorously worked on my clit. The moans slipping from my mouth, the tugging of his hair only seemed to fuel Harry more. Harry between my legs, eating me out was such an intense experience. I was sent wondering why I have never done this sooner.

“You taste so good, holy fuck.” He groaned against me, a finger started to inch in and out of me. It was an odd feeling at first, but once I got use to the alienated feeling after a few pumps. The feeling sunk into my bones. I could feel that I was going to untie soon. My first orgasm was soon going to rip through my overwhelmed body and I have never been so ready for it.

I convulsed from Harry’s mouth and fingers. I could feel myself tighten around Harry’s digits, my fingers gripped my sheets, and my toes curled with the pleasure coursing through my entire body.

Harry hauled up from my legs. Moisture surrounded his mouth. My moisture. “Are you on the pill?” I shook my head, “Okay. I have a condom.” I wasn’t sure why he carried a condom around. The feeling that sunk into me sent me into a panic. What if I wasn’t Harry’s first time? What if he was just using me? I wanted to curl up into a ball in that moment. I think Harry sensed my panic, “Relax. This is my first time having sex. I carry it around with me to look cool.” The side of his hand was brushed against my face, “I am just as nervous as you.” He definitely didn’t show it. He did himself of the borrowed boxers, then fetched his wallet. The foil wrapper was torn open then soon the latex was rolled on to Harry’s hard shaft. Harry’s penis was the first one I have seen, but it was beautiful. I silently laughed at my thoughts, “Whatcha laughing at over there? Something funny?”

“No, you’re just beautiful.”

He climbed back onto the bed and kissed my nose, “and so are you.” Harry positioned himself between my legs. “Are you ready?” I nodded, I have never been more ready. “Okay.”

Harry pushed himself inside of me, a vehement moan elicited from his throat. “Holy fuck, this is better than I could imagine.” The unfamiliar feeling a male being inside of me was unpleasant to say the least. As Harry drew his hips back slowly and would push back against me, a pain would set in. It wasn’t very painful, but it was annoying. “Are you okay? Do I need to stop?” My head shook, “No, keep going.”

“With pleasure.”

After a few thrusts, the sensation set in and I started to experience the pleasure everyone thrived about. Before too long, my hips were meeting Harry’s furiously. Sweat began to bead at my forehead and in the valley of my breasts. Our moaning became louder and our breaths became rampant.

Pleasure cascaded through me with each propelling of our clashing hips. “Hold on, let me do something.” And with that, Harry moved his hips in such a way that he hit a certain spot inside of me. I cried out in what I could only explain of irrevocable bliss. “Oh fuck.” Harry accelerated his hips as his tongue met my breasts, I don’t know how much longer I could last with all of this overwhelming me. “Harry…I won’t last long..” Harry mumbled something onto me.

A thumb flicked my clit, and Harry kept hitting that spot that only kept making me moan louder each time. Soon I started to throb around Harry. My vision blacker out and I felt myself release onto Harry with a deafening moan. “Fuck Harry!” My nails raked down his back, an action I soon loved to peruse.

Harry growled out then soon twitched inside of me, spilling himself into the condom. Harry sweaty body collapsed on me, our chests heaving. “Y/N, that was amazing.” He said into my ear. “Oh my god, it was.” My hand was playing with Harry’s curls when he rolled off of me and pulled me onto his chest. “I see why everyone makes a big deal out of it now.” I chuckled out, Harry’s chest bounced up and down with a laugh rattling through him. “Yeah, so do I.”

Before we could continue our cuddling session, my phone buzzed with a text. “On my way home.” It read, from my mom. Panic rose in me, I jumped from Harry’s chest throwing clothes around to get dressed. “My mom is on her way.” Harry jumped up as well and got dressed. I pulled my hair into a bun and checked myself in the mirror. I truly looked like a different girl. There was a certain glow to my skin that I couldn’t place. My eyes looked brighter and my cheeks held red. “How doI look?” I asked Harry, “Freshly fucked.” He grinned with a dimple popping into his cheek. I rolled my eyes at him. We walked into the living room and I continued to play supernatural.

Eventually my mom stumbled through the door. “Hi Harry.” She smiled. “Hey Mrs. Y/L/N. How are you?” “I’m great, thank you for asking. You’re such a sweet boy. Why don’t you come over more often?” She passed him with a quick ruffle to his hair. Harry looked at me, “Maybe I will.” Then added a wink.

memory found || stiles stilinski (part two)

word count: 5288

warnings: season 6A finale spoilers, brief mention of sex

prompt: part two of this imagine

author’s note: i recieved many requests for a part two of memory found, so here is the next part. i got very carried away with this, it’s literally over 5k words. i got emotional at the end bc the music i was listening to. i am so in love with these two parts. also, one of the many authors i like on tumblr replied to the first part. so shoutout to @minhosmeanhoe (not my gifs)


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Top Left and Right: Sometimes Buck gets bored with his usual workout routine so he’ll do something fun and “low-impact” like one-armed pushups with his 260 lb service doggo on his back! FUBAR is fucking thrilled

Center Left: FUBAR accompanies Buck on a super cute date with Steve! Honestly one of my absolute favorite things about service dogs is their ability to blend into their surroundings, regardless of their size. (In lots of cases they’re always with their humans, so I bet it’s a super essential skill in service dogs. I’ve known people who have huge service dogs that just faded into the woodwork while maintaining constant vigilance! It’s really cool! They’re freaking incredible!)

Center Right: Bucky finally gets a new bionic arm and FUBAR familiarizes himself with it by SNOOFING

Bottom Left: Bucky sometimes has rough days where his head feels Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition and needs something to hold onto to ground him to remind him that he’s safe and doesn’t need to hurt anyone 



Chuuya explicitly declares that he attempted to kill Dazai in the past.

boi better give me a backstory quickly

(Scanlation credit: EGScans)

EDIT: Some people have been bringing up that Chuuya was simply saying that he would’ve killed Dazai if he was incompetent, nothing more. I don’t think this is the case. Look at how it’s drawn: in the top panel, they did the thing where they hid his eyes, and in the bottom they drew the scene so strikingly and vividly that I believe it’s suggesting something deeper.

Perhaps they got into spats in the past that wound up getting really intense, and that was what he was referring to. We just have to wait and see.

anonymous asked:

Can you do the napping prompt with tianshan

I can, though I’m not sure I can do it well… I added an extra GIF just because. Not much napping because the latest chapter threw me off, but well, here it is. Thanks for the prompt!

8) He Tian x Mo Guan Shan ~ Napping.

As he scrubbed the bottom of the pot, Guan Shan found himself thinking that He Tian was oddly quiet that day. He hadn’t harassed him so far, and he’d even helped take the plates and other stuff to the kitchen once their lunch was over. Of course the bastard had run away at the sight of dirty dishes and such, but that was his usual nature. And in any case, it was fine, right? That guy could be a fucking brute sometimes and he really didn’t know how to handle the fine crockery.

He rinsed his hands and took off the rubber gloves. “Oi,” he called out. “There’s enough left for you to reheat tonight and tomorrow, so…” He saw Tian skulking away. “… The fuck is this guy doing,” he muttered. His eyes opened wide when he checked out the living room. “Huh?! What the hell?” The couches had been stripped off the cushions, and He Tian had laid them down by the windowed wall.

“It’s a napping nook,” Tian grinned as he sprawled on his side. “It’s always bothered me that the sunlight is blocked by the back of the couches, and napping like this,” he yawned as he covered his eyes with his arm, “is paradise.”

Mo gaped at him. “But your bed is right there! Now this place looks like a pigsty again, you asshole!”

He Tian peeked out and smirked. “Ah… So you’re saying you’d share the bed with me. How bold, Don’t Close Mountain.”

“Fuck off, you jerk!” Guan Shan began to yell, but… Did that mean that He Tian knew that he’d refuse to go to bed with him? Had he done that so that he’d be more comfortable as well? Shit. “A-anyway, the food is in the re—”

“Shut up and just lie down for a while,” Tian said, turning around and lying on his stomach, nuzzling the thin pillow he’d brought from his bed.

He looks like a cat, Guan Shan thought. His straight, black hair appeared almost warm in the early afternoon sunlight. His muscular back was relaxed, and his t-shirt had crawled up a little after his wiggling, revealing his pale skin.  

“I’m gonna start charging you if you keep staring,” Tian teased.

“I didn’t—! I wasn’t staring!”

“You were totally checking out my ass,” Tian grinned, wiggling his butt.

“I was not!”

“Aaah, your smoldering gaze makes me feel naked. I’m gonna go har—”

“Shut up, you major chicken dick!”

He Tian stretched out his leg and kicked Mo in the back of the knee, making him lose balance and land on the cushions with a thud and a groan. “Stop being so fucking confrontational and relax!” He threw one of the blankets over him and grinned. “There. Doesn’t it feel good?”

Guan Shan wriggled underneath the blanket and glared at Tian. “Why are you always hitting me?”

“Hitting on you?”

That too, Mo thought, but he just furrowed his brow deeper in response.

He Tian sighed. “Because you’re fucking stubborn.”

“I can’t understand why you’re so popular. You don’t know how to treat people. I bet you never had a pet.”

“Interested in the position?”

“What position?”

“I meant being my pet, but now I don’t know. Do you have a favorite position you wanna try?”

“… You’re so fucking dirty.”

“You’re the one that went there.” He Tian yawned and stretched. “I’m not that popular. And I did have a pet. Briefly.”

“What was it?”

“A dog. Golden Retriever.”

“Where is it now?”

“With another owner.” He smirked. “Its name was Jian Yi.”

Guan Shan rolled his eyes and snuggled under the blanket. “Fuck off.”

“Jerk off, you said? Okay,” Tian said merrily, his thumb toying with the elastic band of his briefs.

“Don’t put your hands in your pants, you chicken tit! Ugh, it’s impossible to talk to you…” Guan Shan grumbled.

And yet, he was lying there, chatting with that guy. He couldn’t comprehend it himself. Many times he had thought about the feelings that He Tian stirred in him. Being close was painful, but being far was now almost unthinkable. The people he used to hang out with had left his side, and all of them had been replaced by He Tian. What did it mean when one person was worth a dozen? But even though that guy had gone so far as to tell his brother about him, Guan Shan didn’t think he was as prominent in He Tian’s life as…

“… Jian Yi,” he muttered.

“Hmmm? What about Yiyi?” Tian wondered sleepily.

Was your dog actually called Jian Yi, or did you mean something else when you said it now had another owner? No, he could never ask that question. “You two… You have been friends for long?”

Tian raised his head and watched him closely.

“What,” Guan Shan said defensively.

“What’s with all this questioning? It’s as if you finally wanted to know more about me. It’s almost cute.”

“In your dreams.”

“You’re gonna torture me there too?”

“Shut your mouth.”

Tian rested his body on his right arm and looked at him frankly. “Can’t be honest for once, can you? Guess it’s better this way, though. We’re all alone here, and who knows what I’d do to you.”

Retreat! Guan Shan thought. He curled up and scowled at Tian. “You’re not going to tell me.”

“Jian Yi? Let’s see… We’ve been friends for some years, but it’s not exactly like we hang out. He only does that with Zhan Zheng Xi. There’s nobody else in the world for him.” His voice turned unusually soft. “Nobody else can get in there.” He shrugged and lay back down. “I guess it’s nice to have that one person that means the world to you. Someone you wanna protect…”

For a moment, Guan Shan knew that he was inexplicably jealous. It was ridiculous. He opened his mouth to say something equally ridiculous, but saying too much might leave him exposed, and he realized that he was afraid of losing something that had become precious somewhere along the line.

He Tian yawned and covered himself with the other blanket. “The food today… It was good. You should come over more often. Or just live here…”

“Learn to cook, fucker,” he grunted unconvincingly.

“I’ve learned a bit… These past few days… Still, your food tastes better…”

Guan Shan’s chest felt warmer than usual when he grumbled, “… I guess you’ve learned how to chop the onions.” He took a peek at He Tian, whose eyes were closed now.

“Mo has finally complimented me. Good…” His breathing became even and his mouth relaxed.

Only a couple of weeks before, Guan Shan would have taken advantage of that defenselessness and he would have looked for a way to hurt that guy, the guy that had bullied him. The one that had stuck his neck for him. The one that had chased after him day after day. The one that had helped him out of a toxic “friendship”. The one that had talked to him, touched him, and…

Guan Shan shut his eyes tight. That guy was infuriating. Smug. Meddling. Rough. Strong. Caring. Surprisingly warm, like the blood that had stained his shirt, like the jacket he’d put round his shoulders; like the afternoon sun shining down on that nest Tian had built for the two of them. He wasn’t used to this warmth, he thought, as those mixed feelings he always had became a little more concrete, a little stronger. Gradually, he let his body relax. He turned his back on He Tian and rested his head on his arm.

He Tian’s fingers reached out and touched his, entwining gently. He didn’t speak. He didn’t push.

Unpredictable. That was what that guy was to him.

Mo’s lips twitched into a little smile, and with warm thoughts swimming through his mind and that hand in his, he fell asleep.

Sleeping Next to Jason

This wasn’t requested, but I made these up for myself while I was fruitlessly trying to fall asleep the night before my driver’s test, so enjoy!

Summary: What it’s like to fall asleep, sleep with, and wake up with Jason in bed.

Warning(s): Very Slight Mentions of NSFW

-Jason takes extra caution to make sure he takes off his bloodied and just overall dirty suit before crawling into bed.

-Most of the time he’ll take a shower as well, but it’s so obvious how tired he is after coming home that you’ll just coax him right to bed.

-Unless he smells, then you silently usher him to the bathroom and he gets the hint.

-This guy radiates heat, which in some cases is absolutely great.

-But when you get hot and scoot over more towards the edge of your side, he pulls you right back next to him, whether he’s awake or not.

-It’s rather random and odd, but it’s comforting for him to have his hand on your chest aka between your boobs/down your shirt.

-If you do wear shirts to bed his hand will be down your shirt, practically choking you, if it’s really tight he’ll approach from the bottom up.

-”Jay you’re choking me.” “Just trying to get kinky, babe.”

-He plays it off as if he just likes sleeping while grabbing your boobs/chest but in reality this big softie just likes to feel your heartbeat, even if he’s on the complete opposite side of the bed somehow his hand is still on your chest.

-If he has a nightmare he’ll instinctively curl right into you while sleeping. Waking up to Jason clinging to you for dear life was a bit startling at first but you just stroke his hair and calm him down before he wakes up.

-You never fight over space on the bed, but goodness gracious it’s an all out subconscious war over the blankets.

-Eventually it gets to the point where you have to buy blankets that are one size bigger than your bed. (Like king size blankets for a queen size bed.)

-You swear that nothing is as innocent as Jay’s sleeping face, just watching his angelic face sleep makes you wish you two had a baby already, so you can watch them both sleep side by side.

-Also, nothing in the world, not even mozzarella sticks, can compete with how satisfying Jason’s morning voice is.

-He is NOT a morning person, so chances are if he wakes up before you, he’ll still be in bed when you wake up.

-Morning cuddles are his specialty. You’re like his personal teddy bear, even though he’s the actual bear.

-Because he’s not a morning person, that usually means you won’t be getting breakfast in bed, though after the first time you did it for him, he made sure he got up to return the favor.

-Basically if you want breakfast in bed anytime soon, do it for him first, most of the time he just forgets how nice it is to be brought breakfast while still in bed until you do it for him and then he’s like “shit, they deserve this too.” hence why he’ll do it in return.

-He will stay in bed all day long if you (and crime) allow him to. He will pout if you can’t stay in bed with him.

-Add a dog (AND/OR A BABY) and snuggles just become 10,000x cuter.

-Jason’s pretty photogenic (as long as he’s not striking lewd poses, those are for the private collection ;) ) so snuggles are always great photo ops.

-He is definitely one of those people that when they sleep, just automatically entangle their body with their partner’s, like you’ll wake up with his face in your hair, one leg between yours, an arm under your body, and then a hand on your chest, and another hand goodness knows where else.

The Painter - Newt Scamander x reader

Just for a taste of my writing style :^) feel free to request!!!!

a short imagine where you are an artist


That’s never going to come out, you thought.

Staring at the deep royal blue that once belonged on the palette now smothered all over the front of your sweater, you cursed yourself for not wearing an apron.  Little spots of blue now danced across the earth toned strokes at the bottom of your canvas, like the tiny blue ground clovers that bloomed in the bed of the garden. Of course, they could not be seen now, what with the tree inches of snow that fell early this morning. The air had warmed up and it was now raining. Soon, the untouched drifts of fluffy white snow would turn to brown and grey slush; another terrible thing about spring in New York. Cars honked and slid on the street below you. Unprepared drivers hastily scraped the ice from their wind shields with one hand, the wheel in the other as they made their way to their destination. Your painting, which was almost done, depicted the meadows and trees Newt told you about when he complained about living in the city. He said it was too loud here, too many people, too many buildings, too many everything. You both knew, however, that this is the best place for you. Newt needed to be near the MACUSA headquarters in case they needed his guidance when someone would report a beast. He was teaching, they were learning. Slowly.

You felt the familiar rattle of the doorknob and the creak of the floorboards in the front hall, meaning Newt was home. “Y/N?” He called. “In here,” you muttered, trying to focus on getting the branches of this one tree just right. He opened the door to the little room at the end of the hall that you used as your studio. Inside, your h/c hair was tied away from your face, and the corner your bottom lip between your teeth with your forehead wrinkled in frustration. Your hand cramped up, causing the brush to make a jagged line in the middle of your perfect sky. “Fuck!” You cussed, tossing the detailing brush with the goat hair bristles from the set Newt got you for your birthday on the old bedsheet that was protecting the floor from being stained. You put your face in your hands, before remembering the blue paint that was still wet in your palms. You scowled as you turned to Newt, where he laughed out loud at the splotches of blue on your cheeks. “I suppose his would be a good time to tell you I brought food.” He held up the brown bag filled with pastries from Jacob’s bakery. “I tried to say no, but Queenie insisted. You know how she gets.” He smiled at the thought of his friends and sat the bag on the table. “Come on you, let’s wash up.” Newt took you by the wrist, avoiding the paint, and led you to the bathroom. You each ran your hands under the warm water of the sink, the blue of your paint mixing with the brown mud that caked Newt’s hands. “Get into the dirt, did we Mr. Scamander?” you quipped splashing water on the front of his button down. “I planted another tree for the bowtruckles. You wouldn’t believe how many there are now.” His eyes glittered as he talked about how the Aurors had rescued some from lock picking ring and gave them to him because they didn’t know what else to do with them. You were both happy that a few of the laws that banned creatures in America had been lifted, so you could keep a set number of smaller beasts. The ministry had made him an exception, as a thank you for his assistance.You wiped your hands and sat at the small table. In the bag, there was an assortment of cakes and biscuits, and Newt had been sure to grab your favorite, the blueberry cake that Jacob had modeled after your dear Niffler. As Newt sat own opposite of you, he noticed the blue on your sweater. “What happened there?” You smiled and blushed, sheepishly tugging at your sleeves the same way he did. “I sneezed.” He smiled and shook his head.

“My little painter, what ever will I do with you?”

take this burden - part 7

[ pull me down - mikky ekko ]


Mo Guan Shan accepted the conditions, trying his best not to argue.

He Tian went back to his apartment to grab his clothes.

They decided to move the party to this apartment.

Jian Yi and Zhengxi went to the kitchen with the goal of making food.

The other two stayed in Mo Guan Shan’s new room.

He had his own small bathroom, decorated just as dramatically as the rest of the apartment.

He Tian sat on the edge of the bed as Mo Guan unpacked his things.

‘Is this weird for you?’ The redhead asked.

‘What do you mean?’

‘You’ve known me for less than 48 hours and I’m moving in with your friends?’

He Tian considered that.

‘It probably should be, but it’s not.’

‘Not yet.’

‘Not yet.’ He Tian agreed.

‘Will you tell me if it starts to get weird?’


‘So, you live alone?’


‘No girlfriend that stays with you or anything?’

He Tian thought about the best way to respond to respond to that.

‘HE’S GAY AS FUCK!’ Jian Yi shouted from the other room.

That works.

He Tian smiled.

‘And that’s how I came out.’

Mo Guan Shan laughed.

At this point, Jian Yi and Zhengxi stood outside the door.

‘He’s not kidding.’ Zhengxi assured him. ‘It happened six years ago.’

‘He was taking too long.’ Jian Yi shrugged.

Zhengxi rolled his eyes.

‘There’s food now, come eat.’

They sat around the coffee table.

Jian Yi found a movie.

‘This look great, guys. Thank you.’

‘Thanks!’ Jian Yi exclaimed. ‘I made the salad.’

‘Nope.’ Zhengxi corrected.

‘I cut the carrots’


‘I washed the lettuce?’

‘There ya go.’

‘You made all of this?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, incredulously.

‘It’s nothing.’ Zhengxi’s face flushed.

‘He went to culinary school. He’s a fantastic cook.’  He Tian informed him.

‘So, this is kind of nothing compared to what he can do.’

‘If you don’t mind me asking, why are you a cop?’

Zhengxi pushed food around his plate.

‘It’s a long story.’

‘No it’s not.’ Jian Yi said around a mouthful of food.

He Tian sighed.

‘He joined the force because that was the safer bet.’

‘Yeah, it’s real fucking safe.’ Jian Yi grumbled.

Zhengxi stayed silent.

‘I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to bring up…’ Mo Guan Shan felt like he had caused nothing but trouble for these people.

‘It’s unavoidable.’ He Tian assured him.

‘They’ve been together for over a decade. There’s nothing you could possibly say that wouldn’t start some kind of argument.’

Jian Yi and Zhengxi couldn’t argue with that.

Breaking the silence as uncomfortably as possible, He Tian gestured towards Mo Guan Shan’s face.

‘Is the bruise supposed to be getting worse?’

Jian Yi stared at him for a few seconds.

‘Yeah. It’ll be even worse tomorrow.’

Mo Guan Shan raised his eyebrows.

Zhengxi sighed this time.

‘What he’s trying to say, is that it’s going to get worse before it gets better and it’ll start to fade in a few days.’

Jian Yi nodded in agreement.

‘Yeah, that.’

They finished their meal, drinks, and movie.

‘I’m heading to bed.’ Zhengxi announced. ‘I have to get up stupidly early.’

‘Boring!’ Jian Yi groaned.

‘You have to get up even earlier, idiot.’

‘You got me there.’ Jian Yi conceded.

‘Mo Guan Shan, do you work tomorrow?’ Zhengxi asked.

He’d put some thought into this.

‘I’m not entirely sure that I’m going back.’

‘Why not?’


‘Oh, shit. You work there too, don’t you?’

Mo Guan Shan nodded.

He Tian and Jian Yi looked confused.

‘I work with my…’

‘Ex?’ Jian Yi offered.

Mo Guan Shan nodded.

‘Well, obviously you’re not going back.’ He Tian huffed.

‘I can’t exactly be unemployed.’

‘Sure you can.’ Jian Yi told him. ‘You have somewhere to stay and plenty of time to start looking for something new. Oh! I almost forgot. Where did you park? I need to get you a sticker.’

‘I don’t have a car right now, I’m fine with-’

‘You can borrow mine. It mostly just sits in the carpark gathering dust. The keys are in the drawer by the sink. He Tian will show you which one it is.’

Mo Guan Shan shook his head.

‘You really don’t need to do all this for me.’

Jian Yi smiled.

Zhengxi shrugged.

And they walked away without a word, closing the door behind them.

He Tian and Mo Guan Shan stood in the living room in silence.

Mo Guan Shan checked his phone.

Nearly two.

‘Do you work tomorrow?’ He asked He Tian.

‘Not until six.’

‘…That’s in four hours.’

‘Six in the evening.’ He Tian corrected, laughing softly, unthinkingly following Mo Guan Shan into his room.

‘Tired?’ He asked.

The redhead nodded.

‘Yeah, I’m not sure why. It’s not like it’s been a busy day.’

He Tian studied his face in profile as he sat on the edge of the bed.

‘Do you…have everything you need?’ He Tian asked lamely, not knowing how to properly exit the situation.

‘Yeah, I’m good.’

He Tian nodded, turning to leave.

‘He Tian…’

Mo Guan Shan’s voice was so quiet, he wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it.

He turned back.

‘Will you stay?’

He Tian was shocked.

This seemed like a very odd time for a come on.

The look on Mo Guan Shan’s face conveyed no invitation.

He was scared.

Of course, he was.

Who wouldn’t be?

‘I’ll be right back.’

Mo Guan Shan watched him leave, feeling like an idiot and walking to the bathroom.

He stripped the jeans off, pulling a pair of pajama bottoms from his bag, opting to leave He Tian’s shirt on, telling himself he was doing it because it was soft and comfortable.

While that definitely was the case, he knew why.

He Tian did too, after this morning.

Mo Guan Shan was dreading the moment He Tian decided to bring that up.

If he came back.

He shouldn’t have said anything.

He barely knew this dude.

If anything, he’d just given him the wrong idea.

He just wanted to be alone…right?

That’s what he should be doing.

Focusing on getting his shit together.

Not making some virtual stranger stay the night with him because he didn’t want to be alone.


He brushed his teeth, thinking about all the levels on which this was stupid when the front door opened again.

He Tian entered the room again, dumping an arm full of blankets and one of the soft pillows Mo Guan Shan had slept on last night on the bed.

He pulled one free of the bundle, spreading it out on the floor, dropping the secondary blanket and pillow on top of it before turning on the stained glass lamp on the bedside table and pulled the chain on the ceiling light to turn it off and the second to turn the fan on.

It took Mo Guan Shan a few seconds to realize what he was doing.

He looked at the king-sized mattress.

‘He Tian, you can-’

‘No.’ He Tian assured him. ‘I can’t.’



Mo Guan Shan couldn’t decide if he was relieved or offended.

He settled with guilty.




‘Don’t apologize to me. You’re not sorry, and neither am I.’


Mo Guan Shan walked past him, sliding into the soft, warm, bed.

‘Do you want me to close the door.’

‘Yes, please.’

He Tian pulled it closed slowly, settling down on the pallet he’d made for himself.

‘Light off?’

‘Also yes.’

They lie in the dark.

He Tian’s chest tightened at the soft, unmistakable, sound of someone trying to control their breathing.

Trying not to cry.

Eventually, He Tian whispered

‘I really want to ask you if you’re alright.’

The response was a barely audible.

‘Please don’t.’

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Dean’s vicious in rut and Castiel knows it. He’s been mated to Dean for about a year now, and they’ve both been through their fair share of ruts and heats, sometimes paired up, sometimes not. Dean knows Cas’ heats, he knows what he wants and needs. And Cas… Cas knows what Dean needs when he’s in rut.

Dean’s rut is peaking, already in the third day. Cas has spent those past days in their bed and nearly nowhere else. He doesn’t want to go anywhere else.

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So here’s my contribution to the RWBY Collab Train! (The roscar piece in the bottom right corner.) I was gonna draw Summer/Qrow as it’s my favorite ship, but I decided I wanted add to the diversity of ships in this collab. <3

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baker151910  asked:

"Lawson, what the hell is that?"

He holds up the offending object, and her face cringes at the thing.

“These, Baker, are my favorite pair of sweatpants,” he says with a pat to the nearly threadbare material.

“I wouldn’t even call those pants, they’re more like tights with how see through they are,” she laughs from bed, her own bare legs crossed, her hair tossed to the side, resting over the ratty t-shirt of his she’d claimed for herself.

“Bite your tongue, Gin, they’ll hear you,” he says with a waggle of his eyebrows, before turning to brush his teeth.

“I get it, I get it.  You’re an old man set in his ways,” she teases, and he can hear a groan from the bathroom.

Flopping back onto the pillow, she makes herself comfortable on the side of the bed she’d recently claimed as her own.  The relationship new, and while comfortable, they were trudging through the nuances of each other in their home life, like learning that the man before her apparently saved every piece of clothing he ever owned.

She tucks herself in, creating a cocoon, only to have the covers ripped from her as he made a scene getting into bed, the barely there sweatpants coming to rub against her bare legs.

“Eww, get those things away from me,” she says through a raspy giggle.

“Oh come on, they’re not that bad,” he tries to justify, but they were.  The blue hue that had once been had faded to an awkward purple, little balls of fuzz permanently clung to them, and they were so old all the insulation that could’ve, at one point, made you warm, had surrendered to its age and given up, providing nothing more than partial coverage.

He wraps his arm around her, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back, scooting her closer, while simultaneously entangling their legs, so she was surrounded by the offensive material, and the scrunch of disgust on her face had him leaning forward, lightly scratching her face with his beard.

Her laughter filling the room, as a muffled “Mike,” makes it’s way out.  “I love you, but I will kick you out of this bed,” she warns, and he immediately stills.

His hand grips her side, lifting his head to try to find her eyes, but she’s already realized her mistake, and is worming her way out of reach.

He props himself up on this arm, his eyes glowing with amusement.


Ginny takes the pillow below her, and slams it over her heated face, as if she could hide from what was coming.  Her fingers find purchase in the stark white case, her head shaking back and forth, struggling, but only from herself.

Finally, she wretches the pillow down onto her stomach, her eyes closed tightly.

“So I love you, yeah, whatever.  It’s not a big deal,” she tries to say, her bottom lip tucked tightly between her teeth.


“I mean, it’s not like it’s a secret or anything.  Evelyn pointed it out months ago, and yeah, I told her she was wrong, but I knew she was right, I just didn’t mean to say anything like…right this second.  It just slipped out…” she continues talking a million miles an hour, the smile on his face growing wider by the second.

“Gin…” he tries again, his hand coming out to stroke her cheek.

“What?” She snaps at him, almost as if forgetting he was even there in her little rant, turning her head to his bemused expression.

“I love you too, you know,” he says with a shrug, like it was a given.  The inevitability of it all displayed between the two of them, tucked in bed, arguing over clothes like an old married couple.

“Well…” she starts.  “Okay then,” she says, bringing her fingers to the edge of her smile, running over her bottom lip, a habit she wasn’t even aware of, but one he’d catalogued long ago.  It usually happened when he’d said something she liked, embarrassment and acceptance mixed into a mannerism so uniquely her.  A smile usually followed, ducked head, and dimpled cheeks.

She didn’t disappoint.

“You’ll grow to love them,” he says, turning his back to her briefly to shut off the light.

“Grow to love what?” She asks, adjusting her pillow back underneath her, the suffocation of her humiliation having passed.

“The sweatpants,” he says with a satisfied grin.

“Those things are never coming back into this bed,” she says with finality, a teasing glint reflecting back at him.

As it turned out, that was not the last time those pants entered the bed, although more often than not they were adorned by the woman who’d not only stolen his heart but also his favorite pair of sweatpants.

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stilesstilnskis  asked:

I'm on mobile so I can't really check but are there fics where sterek goes on a date at like a theme park or something? Idk why I have the urge to read those kind of fics lol.

ahh here’s some!

You can thank your lucky stars by orphan_account (1/1 | 1,188 | G)

Stiles and Derek have fun in an amusement park and fluff ensues.

Finstock’s FunStockyards by toiletwithaview (4/4 | 7,816 | PG13)

It was supposed to be a nice day at an amusement park.
“Peter, can you come to Finstock’s? I need help with– I can’t even with this shit right now.”
“Is that screaming I hear?”
“Just,” Laura watched as Derek closed in on Fluffyballs, the Finstock’s FunStockyards’ mascot, who was screaming murder, literally, and moving surprisingly fast, now that the bottom of the suit had torn and the kid had full use of his legs, ”just come. And don’t tell mom.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

In case you’re wondering, it’s Stiles in the suit.

X2 by Come2findme (1/1 | 1,624 | PG13)

Prompt: “this is my first time on a roller coaster and you’re sitting next to me and i don’t know you but i’m fuCKING SCARED CAN I HOLD YOUR HAND PLEASE”


the one where Stiles sits next to a hot guy on a roller coaster and ends up holding his hand.

There is no doubt in my mind by orphan_account (1/1 | 1,369 | G)

Derek takes Stiles to an amusement park to make Stiles happy, but Stiles can’t shake the feeling that something else is going on.

Roller Coasters and Werewolves Do Not Mix by Viet_joker (1/1 | 2,930 | PG13)

Derek was an idiot. He knew asking his brother Zack for a favor was a terrible idea. He knew Zack was going to call in that fucking favor, but he didn’t know he was going to call it in for this.

Derek was terrified, alright?

anonymous asked:

1. your latest works with Reyes, and Mccree are pure gold! please don't stop writing them because they are just way too good. <3 + 2. Can I request one where the reader is a caucasian sniper woman, with low self esteem (but is in reality kind of hot) and Mccree acknowledging her beauty?

Ah, thank you, I love that you enjoy reading them! Of course, it is short but I hope you enjoy reading!

- - - - - - - -

You closed one eye and looked through the scope. Your body was flat on the gravel top of a grungy motel, hidden in the shadows behind flashing neon lights. The stones were uncomfortable to lie on, especially when all you were wearing was a skintight black body suit to slip into the darkness. You had no use for armour, as the fight was never brought to you.

You could see the target you were assigned to maim - not kill; more than a shock to show how valuable they were and not waste their life away more than anything. The brief was incredibly specific. They were just standing there, hip struck out as their weight was passed to one side. A cigarrette hung from the corner of their mouth and the smoke drifted up infrequently, the light from their holopad ominously lighting up their face. You slightly moved your sight down, focusing in between the hip and the thigh.

You squeezed the trigger and the shot rang out. Chaos ensued with people screaming and glass breaking, confused to what was happening. The target dropped to the floor, clutching their side and shouting for help amongs the commotion. A smile ghosted across your lips.

Mission complete.

“Well done, dollface.” A southern drawl sounded over your earpiece.
“Just packing up, be at the rendezvous in approximately seven minutes.”
“Right at'cha, sweetheart.”

Will he ever cease with his pet names? You rolled your eyes to yourself, precisely packing your sniper away into what appeared to be a saxophone case in it’s previous life, as not draw suspicion.

Hooking the strap of the case over your shoulder, you slid down the rungs of the fire escape ladder until your feet lightly hit the the floor. You pulled your black scarf to cover the bottom half of your face. Your skin was so pale it would no doubt reflect any light shone at you, and that isn’t what you wanted at this time. Black covered every inch of your body, from the flats you wore on your feet to the beanie that sat atop your long locks.

A few minutes of fast paced walking and you had arrived at the meeting point. McCree was facing the other way from you, looking up at the stars no doubt appreciating their beauty. That was one good thing of being so far away from a city was that there was no light pollution and you could just see for miles.

“They are.” You agreed.

Jesse span around, his signature cigar hanging from his lips and his thumbs in his belt buckles. You had to admit, working in Blackwatch had its advantages, and working with the one and only Jesse McCree was one of them.

“I was talkin’ ‘bout you.”

Your brows furrowed. You and Jesse had been in a constant back and forth the past month or so. To say you had low self-esteem was an understatement, and to then be constantly paired with this confident piece of shit every mission didn’t help. He was lovely, but his ego was bigger than that ridiculous belt buckle he still wore.

“Not now. We need to debrief.”
“I mean, you could'a said earlier..” He made his way to start unzipping his trousers, a wolfish grin plastered on his face.
“I’m just playin’. I don’t understand ya, doll.” He stalked his way over to you, you following his dance and stepping back.
“Good.” You said bluntly.

Your back hit the solid front of a tree, your head now tilted up to look at the figure looming over you.

“You wear this kinda shit on missions,’ he said, plucking the beanie off of your head and pulling the scarf down from your face, ‘and don’t expect me to get even a little-”

“Funnily enough I don’t dress like this for you.” You snapped before he could finish what he saying. “I dress like this because it’s uniform and so I don’t have my cover blown.”

He sighed. Taking your hands he gently removed the finger of each glove and slowly pulled them off. He rolled the wrists together and gave the pair back to you.

“I don’t understand why ya cover up.”
“Like I said-”
“No. That’s for missions. Even at base you still don’t show a lot off.”
“Maybe because I don’t have a lot to show off.” You mumbled, dropping your head to look at the earthy ground.

McCree put his finger under your chin and forced you to look at him. His eyebrows were crossed, a concerned look in his eyes.

“You do realise you’re beautiful, right?”
You shook your head. You had always felt plain in comparison to the other women at the Overwatch headquarters. People like Angela and Captain Amari were on another level, and if little Fareeha grew up to look anything like her mother then wow.

“I don’t know why you hide everything away.” His hand had trailed to cup your cheek. “Why do you think we were always together on missions?”

Bastard. Of course it was him.

“I only thought you were a pretty face, but seeing you complete a job and complete it well? Oh boy.” A light dusting of pink scattered his cheeks. “Does more t'a man than you can imagine.”

“I- just.. Seeing how Overwatch ever seems to hire supermodels these days, I was surprised to be even be shortlisted..”

He looked taken aback, as though he was offended.

“Darlin’, Overwatch hires people for their skill. When I heard a sniper was joining Blackwatch I was mighty excited. Then to see it was you?” He put his hands on his hips and exaggerated a huff, making you chuckle. “Brains 'nd talent are far more respectable than just what'cha look like. As long as you put 'n the effort, no one can ever doubt ya. One day, I will make you see that. For now all I’ll do is call ya pretty and hope you agree with me.” He ended with a hat tilt and a cheeky smirk.

His hands cupped your cheeks and he pressed his lips gently to your forehead.

“Until we become more, that’s all I can do f'ya.”
“Until we become more?” You questioned, eyebrow raising.“
“Of course, honey. One day we’re g'na settle down in a nice 'lil cottage with a red front door and a white picket fence..” he trailed off, resting his head on top of yours.

You weren’t even a couple before tonight, but things may have now changed. You smiled gratefully, leaning into his embrace.

“Jesse, I hate to interrupt-”
“And we can get two dogs-”

He took your hand, leading you over to the dropship, no intention of stopping this fantasy of his.

“One can be called-”
He looked at you, eyes wide from realising he’d been rambling.

“Thank you.”

He smiled, pulling you into an embrace.

“Anytime, doll.”


The art tested was drawn by Shojotale. I did not host the reupload, nor did I create the art. Please support the original artist.

1) open the picture.

2) Right click > Inspect/Inspect HTML/whatever it is in your language (the bottom option in Chrome, or Ctrl+Shift+I)

3) Dig around in the HTML a bit until you find the image (it’s in the <div class> right above it in this example, though i can’t guarantee that’s always the case- expand different arrows and use the keyboard arrows to navigate. it’s just a lot easier to work with.)

4) right click > copy element, it’ll give you something like <img alt=“some text here” class=“_icyx7” id=“pImage_13” src=“image’s hosted url”>

Take the url (from “src=“) and copy that into your browser

5) right click > google search this picture? (roughly?)

ta-da you have just run a reverse google search on an instagram image


It may also only return the main page of an artist and not the direct URL. It might not even return that- This specific image only returned certain tags, some of which didn’t even contain the image.

It could be that the person you think is stealing art actually DID make the art. Some people primarily host art on Instagram, such as the_drawing_hand. Not everyone there is a reposter.

What do I do with this newfound information?

1- stop supporting rehosts. Report uncredited/unsourced rehosts to the original artist (politely), stop sharing screenshots of the Instagram post, stop sourcing the Instagram posts to your friends. This does not mean to harass rehosters. It is more difficult to remain calm; however, in the long run, it makes things much easier.

2- support the original creators. Link their page to your friends. Follow them. Reblog/retweet/share all their posts. Donate to their patreon/Ko-Fi. Do nice stuff :3