maybe i should watch this before i make graphics of all the things

marino-kun  asked:

Do you take prompt? What about Stiles having a secret crush on Derek but when saw him, taking care Scott's son, he fell in love.

I’m not much of a kid fic person, so this took me a while, but I tried. Hopefully it’s kind of what you were angling for!


“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.

Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“

Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”

Boyd meditatively takes a bite of his burger. “No. But the nice thing about Derek is that he doesn’t go in for personal talk.”

Stiles shoots him a weird look. Of course Boyd would think that was nice. Stiles, though, has been trying to break down Derek’s walls even just a little bit for months now—sitting with him in class, sharing his notes, studying with him in the library and getting late-night waffles together afterwards, little by little pulling Derek out of his shell. He’d thought he was getting somewhere, but obviously not, not if Derek failed to mention this kid even existed.

Which he does. Stiles knows, because he can see him right now, over by Prof. Martin’s pool. Apparently his name is Jamie.

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Yours If You Will Have Me

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Word count: 1,976
Warnings: Smut. Descriptions of sex, fingering, oral sex (female), and unprotected sex.
Request: ( Anonymous ) It would be amazing if you did a smut with either Gabriel or Richard where they want to fuck but y/n teases him and tell him to write her an essay saying why they should do it, and he does, but instead he writes a really graphic and detailed letter telling her all the things is going to do to her & gets y/n horny. Excuse my horny mind. :) 

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You’re the Reason I Come Home (Part 2/2)

Summary: You and Bucky have been through a lot together. But when things become too much and Bucky breaks up with you, you find that you could lose him completely.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,800

Warnings: Language, slight mention of injury (nothing graphic), mention of death, slight depression, & OH GOD THE ANGST. (but stick with it, I promise)

A/N: This fic got a lot more recognition than what I was expecting, so thank you for that!! It’s almost to 300 notes now, so that’s pretty crazy for my first fic after hiatus. But I hope you guys enjoy this just as much (or even more) than Part 1, as this part is definitely my favorite. It was awesome to write & to be narcissistic, I kinda teared up a bit while writing the ending scenes. But I hope everyone enjoys this just as much as I enjoyed writing it <3

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Church Oppa (Joshua/Jisoo Smut)

Summary: The shy little boy next door - complete with a purity ring and church camp certified, not exactly a match for someone who’s spent a fortune in foundation just to cover up hickies. But Joshua caught your attention within minutes and you couldn’t help but hope that God turned a blind eye when you captured his. Smut. 

(AN: Okay I had a lot of fun writing this and it is a little bit shorter than my other ones (5400 words) but eh whatever I hope you guys like it. I focused so much on the pinky ring because when I first saw the Seventeen rings honestly I didn’t know they were band rings, no words of a lie I thought they were purity rings because I had just come from the 5sos fandom and a bunch of people were saying that Luke’s pinky ring was a purity ring and he stopped wearing it randomly after his eighteenth birthday, so… whatever please enjoy the smut and message me feedback! -Tanisha<3)

Empty house - boring. TV - boring. YouTube - boring. Tumblr - boring. Homework - boring. Sunday afternoon - boring, boring, boring. There was nothing good about Sundays and you had no clue who invented them or thought they were a good idea. But, you supposed, whatever day ultimately took their place would suck just as much.

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Night Changes

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, unwanted sexual advances (It’s mild but it still might be graphic guys, read with caution) forced kissing, mentioned violence, angst 

Word Count: 1660

Summary: You see Sebastian out a bar months after you broke up and make a decision that goes horribly wrong. 

Request: Hello! Could I request prompt #8 ‘can you hold me?’ With Sebastian Stan? Like they broke up a while ago and one day she is drunk and it’s raining and they run into each other at the bar and he drives her home and fluff perhaps?

A/N: Thanks for the request Sweetheart, hope this is what you were looking for ! I deviated away from the prompt a little, and it’s way more angsty but this was just the idea that came to me. 

Admittedly, it should never have gotten to the point that it did. 

I should have had control over myself, over my emotions. I shouldn’t have drunk as much as I did and I certainly shouldn’t have been dancing as provocatively as I was with a man I didn’t know, letting him think that this was heading somewhere it wasn’t. I could still feel the way his fingers had dug into my hips as he rutted up against my ass and it made me feel sick. His breath had been stale with beer and I could still taste it no matter how many times I washed my mouth out. It was like he was lingering on me, reminding me of everything that had happened.

The night had started out harmlessly enough, a few drinks with the girls after work at the bar just down the road from our office. It had only just opened up and there was no better opportunity to try it out than Friday afternoon after a hard, gruelling week. We were having fun, teasing Sarah over her crush on our boss while we worked our way through our second round of cocktails.

It was only when I offered to get the next round that I saw him, the breath catching in my throat as he laughed, tilting his head back to finish off the beer in his hand while clapping the other onto his friends back. I stood there, in the same spot I’d frozen, just staring. It had been months since I’d seen him, since we’d called things off and honestly, it still hurt just as much as it had back then. Our lives had been in different places, his job taking him away for months at a time while mine continued here in New York.

We had the long distance relationship down pat, phone calls, texts and skype, we managed. But it was when he came home that the problems arose, each of us having to learn how to be together again. It was inevitable that our relationship was going to end.

A knock to my shoulder brought me back from my thoughts, my tongue licking over my lips as I continued on my way to the bar, my heart hammering inside of my chest. He looked happy, at ease and it only made me feel worse.

I took a deep breath as I rested my hands on top of the bar, my fingers drumming on the hard mahogany surface.
“What can I get for you?”
“Vodka,” I answered. “Straight, in a shot.”
The bartender quirked an eyebrow but said nothing as he grabbed the bottle from the shelf behind him, pouring out the shot and placing it in front of me. I threw it back quickly, wincing as the alcohol burned down the back of my throat, the tears stinging at the corner of my eyes at the strong taste. When it was all the way down, I raised my hand for another.

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Feral. (Joshua x Mingyu x Reader Smut)

HELLO GUYS SO HI, IT’S ME. :) SORRY WE HAVEN’T BEEN UPDATING AND POSTING, GUYS WE ARE SO BUSY LIKE AND I FEEL TERRIBLY SORRY FOR THAT. I wrote this because a lovely anon had requested and joshuaxmingyuxreader! and it has now arrived! but ya know, it’s really unrealistic in ways. ;) i hope you guys enjoy this! i am so sorry if it is does not reach your expectations but omg i did my best, everyone, enjoy!! we love you, as for the requests and the asks and such, please be a bit more patient! we want to be sure that you’ll be satisfied with our work, thank you. :) :* sorry if you don’t like this type of concept but i’m sorry. sabdfjkabflajdnasdlfnalskdfnasdffd

-admin kate x 

warning: there will be subtle rape scenes, and it may be triggering to some. if you’re not into that, then you can stop reading now. :) but we do have other stories you might enjoy ;) (self promoting, no shame)

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anonymous asked:

Teacher/single parent au or meeting in the E.R au for peraltiago obvs

Thanks for asking, anon!! I love these!! since we’re all in need of some peraltiago fluff this week, here ya go! 

15. Meeting in the ER AU

Dr. Amy Santiago (she’s only been able to officially use that title for six months and she’s damn proud of it) is running down the hallway, her dark ponytail swinging back and forth as her brand new white coat fans out behind her like a cape. She always thought being an ER doctor would be a bit like being a superhero, and she’s not wrong, she decides, thinking about the way she must look running through the hallway of Brooklyn Methodist Hospital – a scrubs-wearing, white-coat-caped superhero.

She’s shaken out of her reverie when she runs headlong into the glass door separating her from the ER, dropping the suture kits she had gone to fetch and losing her brand-new stethoscope. What can she say? She’s still a resident.

Furtively looking around to make sure no one noticed, Amy bends down to pick up her suture kits, dropped as her forehead hit a locked glass door at full speed. She catches a few of the older nurses tittering from the nurse’s station on the other side of the door, but she doesn’t take it personally – she remembers three days ago when those same nurses brought her coffee and a muffin during hour 13 of a particularly grueling shift.

Amy takes a deep breath, feeling her hair to make sure her ponytail is still in place and sighs, deciding it doesn’t matter anyway – she’s exhausted and she’s worked fifty hours this week and it’s only Wednesday, so this is as good as it’s gonna get. Instead, she straightens her shoulders and steels herself before taking a step back, tapping her ID against the sensor, and walking into what her new friend Rosa, a fellow emergency medicine resident, calls the “chaos-ridden-pit-of-hellfire”.

A wall of sound hits her instantly – screaming, crying, laughing, small talk, of all things, and the incessant beeping that has come to haunt her dreams on the rare occasions she actually sleeps. Despite her difficulty with hospital doors, Dr. Santiago navigates the ER like a pro, zeroing in on the patient she’s supposed to treat in an instant.

He’s probably about her age – in his mid-twenties – with disheveled hair and a sweaty red face. Red dirt covers his face and saturates his NYPD t-shirt and cargo shorts. She can see from here that gravel is stuck in his bloody knees, and that the long gash on his elbow, only partially covered by a makeshift bandage made out of someone’s tie, and the shorter cut on his right cheek are why she was told to get suture kits. His friend, a smaller man in his early thirties, looks distraught, with tear tracks staining his face. The patient, though, is laughing with the largest smile Amy’s ever seen and gently patting his friend’s back with his good arm.

She stops at the nurses’ station to grab his file before she walks over. The nurse on intake had already taken his basic medical history, which let her know that the man with a captivating smile and – unbelievably – Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle sneakers is named Jacob Peralta, age 29.

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Sins of the Father: Let It Rain

Pairing: Finn Bálor x Reader

Warnings: Brief sexual fantasy with brief sacrilege (no need to squint this time - it’s there). A very cruel tease of smut… (I’m so sorry. Okay, not really.)

Word Count: 1198

A/N: Hello hello! So, um, funny story…here’s where things get a bit real. Unfortunately, this particular installment got to where it has to be divided into two installments. So the next part I post, it won’t be an interlude, but a full-blown chapter. And boy oh boy, there will be smut

Quick reminder for new readers just joining in (hi new readers!): normally, I write fics for Supernatural. However, I’m also a huge fan of WWE and love reading the works of that community as well. After reading some brilliant pieces from - and chatting with - the amazing @devitt-club. I got inspired to write a fic featuring one of my current favorites: Finn Bálor. This fic is starting to grow a bit beyond my control and, quite frankly, I couldn’t be happier.

Apologies in advance because, this being my first foray into WWE fanfic (and alternate universe at that), this will probably suck. Still, it’s worth the risk. ^_^

Tag: @yourr-anger-your-anchor @motleymoose @georgiadean37 @wweximaginesxd@racheo91 @daddy-slug @blondekel77 @ambrosegirlforever @liam-is-sexy10 @fucking-bandsx @boundtomyfate 

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Because context - even of the sacrilegious kind - is everything, first read Sins of the Father, its Prelude, the Communion, and the Baptism Interlude before you proceed.

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17, Again - Chapter 03

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, angst (In that order)

Word count: 21.026

Summary: You go on vacation with Jungkook and things turn unexpected.

Author´s note: This is inspired by the Chinese version of the movie “17 again”. Although this story is going to be quite different I recommend not watching the film if you don´t want to spoil yourself anything that could happen in this fic.

Note: She´s 17 all through this chapter.

Warnings: graphic smut.

Here it is, the 20k + chapter no one asked for. I worked really hard so please give it some love. Also if there´s any mistakes or typos please tell me because I wrote this whie being sick.

Jungkook was an exceptionally private person. He had immediately declined your petition of helping him pack with an indirect statement, saying you should go through your own things instead to make sure you weren´t forgetting anything. You didn´t know where such radical distrust came from, but you were not in the right position to protest as that had been the closest he had come to communication in the last forty eight hours. He was extremely tired and, in a way, so were you.

The ride to the airport had been completely silent, but not necessarily a discomforting one. Maybe sleep could value as an excuse for all the unspoken words, maybe there really was nothing to say. After all, you never knew when the two of you were in good terms or when was he too annoyed to bear with your temper tantrums. By now it was clear that he was willing to try and that he cared about you. The fact that he didn´t show it was a whole different story, one you couldn´t blame him for.

“Would you stop looking at my passport photo?” Jungkook asked in annoyance as he watched you caress the picture with one of your fingers “You didn´t let me see yours”

His words surprised you a bit, but you were quick to react before he could realize how much him taking notice of your actions was affecting you, how his eyes lingering on your hands was enough to make your heart skip a bit.

“Sorry for worrying about your opinion about me” you sarcastically apologized while giving him the document back, your lips suddenly pouting “I look awful in that picture”

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anonymous asked:

Bughead Greaser au

This fic has a greaser esc undertone to it, it focus’s more on the relationship aspect rather than the greaser background/tone 

Words: 1646


Jughead could remember the exact moment his life was turned upside down. It was the day his mother left. He knew in that moment that his life would never be the same.

It was a gradual process. A couple missed classes here and there turned into days then weeks that Jughead just wouldn’t show up to school at all. He cut ties with his old friends in ways he knew they wouldn’t miss him when he was officially gone; he couldn’t in his right mind drag them down too.

Now Jughead’s days consisted mostly of hanging out with the few Serpent teens he could tolerate in an old junkyard fixing up old bikes and crappy cars to the best of their abilities. Most days were spent in silence, the odd small talk here and there. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, for Jughead today was different.

“The party’s going to be pretty small,” Joaquin stated in an attempt to coerce Jughead into going with him.

“Tell me again why I have to go with you to meet your boyfriend’s friends,” Jughead scoffed from the other side of the junker they were working on.

“A buffer,” Joaquin simply laughed. “I mean let’s be honest Jughead, me spending more than a couple hours with Riverdale’s finest…” Joaquin stated. “That’s just a disaster waiting to happen.”

After a good twenty minutes of back and forth, Jughead reluctantly and unknowingly agreed to hang out with the very people he’d been avoiding, for an entire night.


Jughead didn’t dread hanging out with people so much as he dreaded the small talk that came with being in a group of people you don’t know. He tried to look as nice as he could. Jughead knew this night was important for Joaquin. He had his curls slicked back into his signature beanie, a navy blue and black flannel was actually worn as intended rather than tied around his waist, which he wore open with a black shirt beneath it. Even Jughead had to he looked good. With a quick deep breath, Jughead set out to meet with his friend.

“So, who’s all at this thing again?” Jughead asked as him and Joaquin drove out to Kevin’s place across town.

“Well there’s Kevin, and then there’s three of his closest friends,” Joaquin half-heartedly explains. “And don’t worry, you can still brood in the corner, we’re watching movies and eating pizza,” Jughead lagged at Joaquin’s reply. He would be civil and converse, he’s a loner, not an asshole.

As the pair drove up to the house Jughead saw an all too familiar face walking up the front steps. There she was, the only girl he’s ever loved, Betty Cooper.

Betty’s hair was shorter now than he remembered, she seemed to have cut her hair so it fell in waves just above her shoulders. She was dressing differently as well; straying away from her usual pink for dark navy’s and deep purples, walking in wedges or boots rather than her signature flats.

“Jug?” Joaquin broke Jughead out of his trance.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was going to be here,” Jughead whispered, still looking out the window to where the blonde was previously standing.

“I didn’t think you would come if I told you,” Joaquin replied.

“No shit,” Jughead answered turning to face his friend.

“Honestly, I thought when I told you my boyfriend’s name it would’ve tipped you off.”

“Obviously not,” Jughead states.

“Look Jug, I understand if you want to bail but I’m still going in there, and I’m going to have to tell them why you wouldn’t come in,” Joaquin teases. Jughead and Joaquin quickly made their way up the front steps and rang the bell. Both of the boys anxiously dreading this night for two very different reasons. Kevin opened the door greeting Joaquin with a chaste kiss and Jughead with a curt nod.

Jughead took in the scene before him. His former best friend laughing with his girlfriend on the couch. Or at least Jughead assumes they’re dating by the way Archie and Veronica were draped over each other. Joaquin and Kevin were narrowing down the list of movies to watch, but there was no sign of Betty.

“Jug?!” Archie asks astounded, he gets off the couch and moves to hug his estranged best friend.

“Wow,” Veronica starts from her position on the couch. “Johnny Cade lives.”

“Hey V,” Jughead stated simply, the two of them had never gotten the chance to actually become friends. “Kev, mind if I get some water?” Jughead asked; Kevin gave him a quick wave which Jughead took as his go ahead.

Seeing them was hard, all Jughead could think about was how many escape trips he was going to have to make to the kitchen or bathroom when Betty walked through the swinging door. “Hey, Juggie.”

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anonymous asked:

Who do you think is responsible for the censorship of sanvers, the writers or the CW? I'm inclined to believe it's the latter. I feel like this is probably standard practice for various networks with "family" shows, but I'm seeing a lot of anger directed towards the writers specifically, and I don't know if it is the most productive thing. Not that the writers shouldn't be criticized for other things.


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Bad boys are sure as hell sexy

Request: ‘Hi! Could you write like a Keith x reader where Keith is like the school’s punk and the reader is the pastel flower child and then Keith flirts with them a lot and her friends (lance, Pidge, Hunk, Allura) are like “heck he like you that not good son” but Shiro (Keith’s best friend) is like “Yo he ain’t that bad.” Wowie this is long sorry’

A/N: I based this version of Keith on some fan art I saw a while back. I really love this request! Thank you anon for requesting it! You guys are welcome to request more ideas like this

(High school AU) Punk-ass! Keith x reader

PART 1/?

Originally posted by kaeveeoh

Walking into high-school on Monday morning you weren’t prepared to face the clamours of multiple people as they chattered about a rumoured new kid like a group of hungry chipmunks. Galaxy Garrison tech was one of the best high-schools you could get accepted into in like…the world! You were so happy when you found out you got in, because it was your dream to get into a high-school that you actually enjoyed going to everyday. One where you wanted to get up every one morning without hesitation towards the blaring alarm. You loved high-school. Some people thought you were crazy for ever thinking that.

As you reached your locker, your happiness towards school was short lived as the one and only Lance McClain crashed towards the locker door next to yours. “Hey Y/N~” He drawled as sexily as he could. “Hey Lance.” You said without even sparing him a glance, just focusing on the books you did and didn’t need in your small locker. Your door decorated with memories of long ago when you, Lance, Hunk, Allura and Pidge were still in middle school. Middle school was the best, but you found it so hard. You didn’t care if some people didn’t find high-school since you found It easy. Things of Space coming easy to you. Brushing the dust off of your orange pastel and short skirt, you glanced back up at lance, placing your hand on your hip as sassily as you could. “What do you want?” You snapped towards him. He recoiled slightly as your tone before stuttering “A-a D-date?” his breaths came out in short puffs as he awaited your answer.

“No way in hell.” You spoke venomously, slamming your locker door shut for emphasis. With a rejected look on his face, Lance walked right back over to his friend, your friends, Allura, Pidge and Hunk. Telling them how him asking you out went. But that was when shock over took your face, YOU LEFT YOUR LOCKER KEY IN YOUR LOCKER DUMBASS! You yelled at yourself, alarms blaring in your forehead as you tried to wrestle your door open. But then was when he walked over, not that you noticed. You were too busy trying to open your locker and get your books for first period. You didn’t even notice when he opened the locker next to your, the same one that Lance had bumped into and left a dent in before. But the new guy didn’t care. He opened his new locker with ease and staretd to unload his pristine new books into his new home for the school year. “Need help there?” He chuckled at your panicked expression.

“Maybe, I stupidly slammed my locker shut and I can’t get my ke-” You cut yourself off as you turned to face the hottie that happened to be right next to you for the rest of the school year. “What is it? Am I missing a piercing?” He laughed at your new expression. “Uh, ah, no.” You mumbled before turning back to your troubled locker, trying to ignore the huge blush on your face. The new guy had black hair that formed a mullet around the back of his neck, he had piercings all over his right ear and you were pretty sure you saw a metal ball on his tongue when he was talking just now. Holy shit, he was hot as fuck. All the black on his body right now drew you towards his awaiting body, if anyone else had been wearing that you definitely would have been repelled by it. But this guy attracted you due to his dazzling personality and his amazing looks.

“I’ll help you, ten different high schools sure taught me something about stuck lockers.” He said as he scooted closer towards you, his black flannel moving against his hips and his black vans squeaked across the pristine (in comparison) floors. As his shoulder touched yours, you felt sparks fly across the gap between you two, but if the guy felt anything he ignored it and continued to bang on your locker three times, almost rhythmically. Your locker door popped open as if on command, whereas you gaped at the new skill you had acquired whilst watching. “That was awesome!” You gushed as you took out your pastel jotter and shoved all your chemistry books into your arms. Making sure you had your key before closing the door this time.

“Thank you so much…mister no name.” You laughed at the nick name as you started to walk off, holding eye contact with the punk as you went. “Keith…Keith Kogane.” He whispered to himself, watching you walk in Chemistry as he tried to fight off the blush coming to his face. Lance watched his chemical -like reaction to Y/N as Keith covered his mouth, almost as if he had actually been blessed by a kiss from the pastel angle herself. But Lance couldn’t stand for it. Vanishing into the shadows, he began to plan his ways of winning Y/N back. Keith just stood there, even as the bell rang, cursing softly as he grabbed all his new books and ran in the direction, he hoped, of his first class.

-2 weeks later-

It had been two whole weeks and you hadn’t talked to Lance or Keith throughout the 14 days. But you didn’t mind. You’d rather talk to Keith anyway…Lance had become distant though and that worried you. He was still your friend, even if you had rejected him. You two had been friends since kindergarten and you had hoped that nothing could break you two apart. Apparently not… You frowned at the thought as you printed things off for the principal. It was your free period, but for extra credit, you had been assigned to be the principal’s assistant for the whole week. Little did you know what that had gotten you into as you knocked on his door. “Come in.” Principal Alfor called out as you stepped into his musty office. The smell of the juju berries on his desk a reminder that this wasn’t what an office should smell like. As you looked over the paperwork, you didn’t look up to see who the principal was tending to as you filed his files into the filing cabinet.

Turning back to go out the way you came, you wiped your dusty hands on your pastel blue graphic tee before you faced the beaten up faces of who principal Alfor was telling off. Gasping at the multiple bruises on the two boy’s faces, you knew that had tried to beat the crap out of the other person. “What the hell?!” you stormed over to Lance, tempted to slap him as he held an ice pack to his forehead. Whereas Keith got off scot free, with just a few bruises and cuts on his face along with a gnarly black eye. “You know these two Y/N?” Alfor asked you as the shocked expressions of the boy ran over your face.

“Unfortunately for me, yes. They are my friends.” You snarled, both boys sighed with a dejected huff as you friend zoned them both in an instant. “Well…they were found beating each other up in the school parking lot, if it weren’t for Mr. Coran they probably would’ve had much more severe injuries.” Alfor informed you as you sat on the corner of his desk disappointedly. Trying to fight the horrified expression that would take over your features any moment now. But it was too late. “We’re sorry Y/N-” “Yeah, he’s sorry I’m not.” Lance cut off Keith’s heartfelt apology, wincing slightly as the icepack fell down his face slightly, grazing the sore bump on his head. “I’m not angry at you guys…I’m just disappointed in both of you.” You looked up at them, pity was all you held in your eyes as the boys looked at you with horrified expressions. You were disappointed in them? This was hell on earth.

“What provoked it?” You whispered to Alfor as you discussed quietly next to his desk. Away from the prying ears and eyes of the two beaten up boys. “A girl, I think. I’ve only had scraps and pieces of information fall out of their mouths as we talked, well…tried to.” Alfor told you, stroking his white beard nervously as he gazed up at you from his desk chair. “Boys, what was this all about?” You turned to the two, tightened the blue and white flannel around your slender waist. Making both boys gulp simultaneously under your penetrating gaze. “We…we uh.” Lance stuttered, unable to answer. “We were fighting about you alright?!” Keith shouted out, scared that he would get beaten up by you if he didn’t say anything. Even if that would turn him on. “What?” You gaped, Alfor along with you, shocked at the new development. Yet happy that Y/N had gotten some results. “Well then…” Alfor said, stroking his beard once again out of being pleased by the case closure. “DUDE WHY DID YOU GO AND SAY THAT?!?!” Lance screamed down Keith’s ear. Temporarily deafening him. Squiggling a finger down his ear to get his hearing back, Keith answer. “I WAS SCARED SHE WAS GONNA BEAT ME UP OKAY?!?” he shouted back, not caring if the office people in the background heard.

-5 weeks later-

It was getting closer and closer to the formal dance and nobody, absolutely nobody, had asked if you wanted to go with them. You hoped Keith would ask you, but every day you went to your locker and left at the same times, all the while Keith was next to you, collecting his stuff, but he would either say the imperfect greeting or just ignore you. Too focused on other things…you guessed. But that wasn’t what he was thinking about. He was thinking about all the ways he could ask you to the dance without being noticed by Lance. Without a second thought, Keith took his old and scratched Walkman, pressed a random heavy metal CD into the player and listened into his headphones as he walked sullenly down the hallway. Ignoring your longing look aimed directly at his back as he walked towards the school entrance. You still waiting behind him for what you wanted.

Walking out onto the sunny boulevard, you saw Keith leaning against one of the pillars that support the roof of the school that hung out over the courtyard. “HI Keith.” You mumbled, knowing he couldn’t hear you because he had his headphones so instead…you walked past him, sitting down on a bench nearby to wait for your ride home. “Y/N!” Damn, he spotted you. These were your intentions, hoping he would ask you. Surely he knew you didn’t have a date to the dance, even as a friend? You wouldn’t even mind if he asked you to go with him as friends. Nothing more, nothing less. You were locker neighbours after all.

“Hey Keith.” You put on a sunny kind of expression, ignoring how melancholy you actually felt. You didn’t want your expression to match the colour of your blue pastel skirt. As he strolled over, he sat down next to you on the warm wooden bench and slung his arm over the back of it, so close to touching the bare skin of your shoulder. “How are you doing Keith?” You asked, not making eye contact. More preoccupied with your indie shoes instead. You didn’t want to get caught in those eyes of his.

‘Ask me.’

You thought over and over again, refusing to give up the thought that he might actually be into you. But…you couldn’t help thinking that would never happen. You hated yourself for always thinking that the hot guy would fall for you…but this time, it was different. Keith fought for you against Lance, the creep who wanted to go out with you, purely based on your looks. Even though he had known you since, well…diapers. You already knew his parents and everything there was to know about him…there was nothing to tell each other about…each other. That’s why you didn’t want to go out with him, Not because he was one of your best friends and it would hurt like hell if you guys ever broke up and never talked to one another again. Sure, he was annoying at the best of times, but he was your best friend. And you didn’t want to let him go because of that…no matter how much he wanted you. Clearly, he didn’t want you enough to take you to the dance. SO here you were sitting with the preferred guy.

Supposedly, the guy of your dreams. But he didn’t know that…he would never know that. A guy like him would never fall for a girl like you. “So…the big dance.” Keith started. Your heart thudded and stopped. Was he? “Who are you going with?” He asked, turning away from the sky, his headphones slung around his neck as he faced you. Wanting to see the expression on your face when you told him who you were really going with to the dance.  “Uhm…” You turned away from his blue-black eyes, refusing to look into his eyes as a light blush adorned your face.

‘Fucking ask me.’

“…Nobody’s asked.” You mumbled to yourself, closing your eyes, ripping away the fear like a week old Band-Aid. ‘Fuck me’ was all you could think when you were met with dead silence. “Did you hear me? Nobody wants to take me, Miss goody two shoes Y/N Y/L/N to the fucking dance because she is a fucking loser!” You shouted, fighting the tears. “Y/N… I never knew…” Keith muttered sadly as he took the headphones off from around his neck, resting them on his haphazardly drawn on books, resting on the bench. And instead, he rested his hand on top of your trembling one, trying to sooth you. Trying. “Nobody wants to go with me because…I, I’m fucking worthless.” The tears freely cascaded down your cheeks now. You swiped your hand from underneath Keith’s so you could cover your tear sodden face, so he couldn’t see you.

“You…you aren’t worthless…Y/N? Look at me?” He asked, taking your face in his hands, luring your face closer to his and making you instinctively drop your hands from your red and puffy face. Looking into those sky grey eyes, you could distinctively see the hints of blue in there. And knowing he had a hint of perfect in his imperfect soul was what made you want him even more. “Keith…” You trailed off, not knowing where you were going with the sentence anyway. “you…you are fucking beautiful. And if you ever saw a simple bit of what I saw, you’d believe me because of how freaking true it is.” Keith spoke as your lips got closer and closer together.

A loud beep drew you both out of the love stricken daze you were in. “Yo! Y/N, come on let’s hit the candy store!” Allura joked as she pulled up to the school in her pink mini. “Coming!” You shouted back before turning to get your bag and…oh, Keith. “Do you wanna come with?” You asked him hesitantly, feeling utter hatred towards Allura for interrupting your almost first kiss. You didn’t care if Keith kissed you now or not, you wanted him to come with you to the parlour. “Sorry, Candy’s not really my thing.” He joked, crossing his legs and arms simultaneously as he watched you saunter over to Allura’s car. “I’ll see you on Monday!” You shouted over to him. “Sure!” He laughed, not daring to show the disappointment hidden behind his frequent mask.

“Who was that cutie? And were you making out?” Allura asked as she pulled up to the candy store, which happened to be only a mile away from Garrison tech. “That was Keith and no, we weren’t making out. But we would’ve been if you had just gone round the block at least once.” You threatened her as you checked your makeup in the car rear-view mirror. “Don’t worry…I can tell you’ve been crying and can tell that he said something that really resonated within you.” She winked. “What exactly did he say?”  Allura asked, tucking strands of wild white hair behind her perfect caramel brown ears. There were numerous perks to being the daughter of the principal, and one of them was that she could be in any club, she was immediately elected as the leader for the only reason that her father was the principal. But she was so damn good at leading people.

“You are fucking beautiful. And if you ever saw a simple bit of what I saw, you’d believe me because of how freaking true it is.” I quoted him word for word, the words still resonating within my head. “Fucking wow. Way with words or what?” She laughed, fluffing her hair up before getting out of the damn mini. “Fuck.” You mumbled before following her into the store. Stepping into your sweet world, you took in the scent of the candy and savoured it like you were gonna die tomorrow.

-2 days later-

Back at school, you sucked on a lollipop left over from the candy store as you organised all your books, making sure everything looked pretty even though you were the only one that would look into it for the next few hours. A book flew out of your locker, you were completely unaware though as you savoured the taste of the candy on your lips. “Missing something?” A familiarly beautiful voice laughed. “Keith?” You turned, slamming your locker shut as you pressed your back up against it. “Woah, didn’t mean to scare ya.” He laughed as he handed you, your much needed chemistry book. “It’s fine.” You said, popping the black berry lollipop out of your mouth.

Keith swallowed for a moment as he watched you take the sweet candy out of your mouth, your tongue sliding sexily against the purple surface as he held your book out for you to take. ‘Holy shit.’ He couldn’t help thinking. “Um…thanks.” You swallowed in sync as you took the book off of him, your fingertips brushing against his as you did so. That familiar spark still hanging over you guys as it happened. Keith’s mouth was dry; he couldn’t fucking breathe. Were you feeling what he was feeling this time? But as you started to walk away from him. He tugged on his helix earring, hoping it would rip out of his ear so he had something to distract him from the pain of you walking away from him. That was when it came to him.

“Y/N, wait!” He yelled down the hallway, as well as ran. Squeaking down the hallway, he skidded to a stop in front of you, making you look him dead in the eye. He gulped nervously before shoving his fidgeting hands into his pockets. “I was wondering if…since you still don’t have a date to the dance…if you would like to go with?” He stared down into your pastel Y/E/C eyes as he asked you this. SO much nervousness found in his voice. “Oh! Um…yes! I would love to!” You almost shouted to the whole school. It was loud enough for Lance to hear and hit his own locker door in pure jealous as he saw the pure joy in your and Keith’s eyes as you realised you both cared about each other.

~after school~

As you walked out of school that day, you couldn’t fight the smile ever growing on your face. You finally had a date to the dance and it was the first person you wanted to go with anyway. And as if you couldn’t get him off of your mind already, Keith was sat on your bench. The one where he had practically declared that he liked you more than anything on. Running over to him, you covered his eyes, him jumping a little since he was in a world of his own with his heavy metal punk music of his. “Guess who?” You whispered as quiet as you could whilst he took his headphones off, resting his hands on your wrists. “From her beautiful voice and incredibly soft hands I’m guessing Y/N.” He made it very specific. “Woah, dude.” You laughed as you uncovered his eyes, letting him look over his shoulder and right at you.

“Hi.” He breathed, watching as you sat down next to him at the bench. “What are you listening to?” You asked. “My chemical romance…wanna listen?” He offered. Your eyes widened, you never would’ve guessed that he would ever let you listen to his music with his prized headphones. “Sure.” You smiled, letting him slip the comfortable well-worn leather beats headphones onto your heads, his fingers tangling into your hair as he pulled them away from you. Don’t. Listening into the music, you realised it wasn’t exactly heavy metal. If anything it was beautiful. You watched Keith as he laid back over the back of the bench, stretching slightly, letting you get a good look of his abs as his shirt lifted up a little. Licking your lips for a split second your eyes wandered up to his perfect face. This guy could break me in moments. Was all you could think to yourself. Fuck me. Leaning forward, you pressed a brief kiss to his jaw in the moment.

His eyes snapping over, they wandered over to you with a crazed look. For a moment you panicked. Wondering if you were overstepping your boundaries, but instead. Keith lunged towards you, knocking over his black vans backpack as he crawled towards you on the bench so he could kiss your forehead, nose, cheeks. Your breathe came out in quick hurried puffs as he looked you in the eyes, asking for permission as he got closer and closer to your plump and perfect lips. Oh wow. “Just do it.” You heard yourself say as you slipped the headphones off as they rested around your neck. He clicked his tongue before edged forward, so ready to kiss you.

But ohhhh~ no.

You had to be interrupted again. “FOR THE LAST TIME ALLURA, TAKE A HIKE!” You yelled at the black mustang. Biting your tongue, you realised it was one of the seniors and the head jock of your school’s basketball team. Takashi Shirogane. Shit. “I AM SO SORRY!” You yelled once again, straightening out your mustard yellow pastel tee shirt as you grew nervous of the older guy. “You comin’ Keith or are you gonna spend more time with your girlfriend~.” He drawled. Girlfriend? Oh, right that was you. Wait…what?! Turning to Keith, you watched as his pale cheeks turn a dull pink. “Shiro! She…yeah, she’s my girlfriend but that doesn’t mean you have to call us out on it!” Keith scolded as he got up from the bench, shouldering his backpack as he made his way over to the midnight dark mustang, ready to leave already even though he looked over his shoulder and sighed longingly at your awaiting figure on that damn bench. “I’ll see you on Friday.” He barely even whispered.

Wait what?

-Friday afternoon-

Keith hadn’t been in school for the rest of that week…you didn’t know why. Was he alright? Was he severely sick? Was he still coming to the dance? You didn’t have his number so you didn’t fucking know. Why didn’t you ask for his fucking number? You had his fucking Walkman anyway. He didn’t ask for it back…because you hadn’t heard from him for the past couple of days. He hadn’t even been to school the day of the actual dance. Was he still coming? You had stalked the basketball court to try and find his older half-brother Shirogane, number 1, but he was nowhere to be found. One of his jock friends told you he had gone on a quick holiday upstate to visit his dad with Keith. Shit. You had accused him of all sorts of things in your mind, such as skipping the country just so he didn’t have to go to the dance with you instead of just saying ‘no’. simple as. Break your heart simply and quick. But then when you realised that he would be back in time for the dance, you let out a sigh of relief as the jocks all laughed at your expression.

“What, you…you aren’t Shirogane’s ‘Amazonian princess’ are you?” The friend who had told you asked. “WHAT?! NO I’M GOING OUT WITH HIS BROTHER KEITH.” You shouted at the prick of the senior. Eliciting more laughter from the jocks surrounding you. “His punk ass brother. Man, he got lucky.” He looked you up and down quick. “Guess some freshmen do have the luck though, right guys?” The head jock asked the others. Guess he was in charge whilst Shirogane wasn’t here to tell them off for their rude behaviour. So, before you could get told to do something unforgivable, you shoved the middle finger in front of their faces and walked out of the gym.

Who was Shiro’s Amazonian princess anyway?

As you walked down the hallways of Galaxy Garrison tech, you didn’t notice the tall, jock jacket clad, figure walking towards you. But you were so deep in thought that you didn’t even look up at first when you bumped into him. “Oh shit, so-Shiro?” You questioned, looking into the Asian boy’s eyes briefly before you averted your gaze, looking everywhere for Keith. “He’s not here.” Shiro assured you quickly, shutting down your hopes. “Oh.” You sighed. “Where is he then?” you asked, crossing your arms over your black graphic tee, you decided to go punk ass today ‘In memory of Keith Kogane, if lost please return to his worried sick girlfriend at galaxy garrison high.’. “He’s still upstate with dad.” Shiro scratched his neck after telling you this. Nervous about your reaction you suppose. Although he was shocked when you took it like a solider, not even bothering to lift your gaze. There was still tonight…right?

-Friday night-

As you stepped out of your house, already haven your parents take multiple photos of you in your ‘big dance’ dress. It was black and poofy with black fabric underneath so you could take the poofiness off if you got to uncomfortable during the dance. Waiting for Allura or maybe even Keith, although he doesn’t know where you live so fat chance of that happening. But neither showed up and Shiro did instead. Getting into his mustang, your parents shocked at your date being a jock who drove a fucking mustang for Christ’s sake. But you shook your head as your mom fake swooned at the sight of him, your dad’s confused gaze looked on your mother’s ‘fainting’ form.

He wasn’t your date, and you knew it. “Where’s Keith?” You asked, buckling yourself up in the passenger seat as Shiro pulled out of your driveway. “He’s at home, don’t worry, he’s just got back and he’s getting ready for you. He isn’t the ‘big dance’ type y’know?” He told you, comforting your worried thoughts. “Don’t worry…he’s my brother and I know he will be there at the dance. He doesn’t ditch the people he’s close with.” Shiro advised you. He was really good at fitting the ‘big brother’ role.

As you pulled into the school car park, people of all different roles, shapes and sizes were filing into the school auditorium, trying to get a head start at requesting good music you guessed. Fucking shit. “But there is one thing he wanted me to give you. He handed you a small black box with a pink post it note on top of it. With your name in careful cursive letters written onto it. Keith, you big lug. As you placed the precious note in your golden tote, you opened the black box to find a black rose corsage with a black lace wristband. It was so comforting. It was almost a silent promise that he will be there. With you and for you.

Later on, you saw Takashi start dancing with Allura, both of them absolutely happy as they danced into their happy ending. And most likely get crowned prom king and queen since they were such the ‘perfect’ couple. Everyone was dancing, even the nerds and burnouts. This felt like shit. Shiro had dropped the both of you off at the school over an hour ago, and there hadn’t been one single sign that Keith was here. Until.

The auditorium doors slammed open, revealing a new figure as he made a dramatic entrance. But you were too distracted and slightly heartbroken to care, resting your head in your hands as you sat on the side-lines on the bleachers. But everyone in the auditorium watched as the new character walked over to you in his perfect black (rented) tuxedo. To offer his hand to you, this caught your attention. Looking up hopefully, you saw the eyes of someone who cared for you deeply. And to enthuse your point, you took the almost-stranger’s hand.

As he pulled you onto the dance floor, you recognised the feel of his hands as he slipped them around your waist, introducing you to the sway of the music as you wrapped your arms around his neck. The proper prom dance pose. Fisting your hands into the scruff of his mullet you felt a nervous bundle of butterflies’ multiply in the pit of your stomach. Keith Kogane was perfectly sexy to you, and you didn’t care about the fact that he was clearly a bad boy. You would run into his arms if it meant you could spend the rest of your lives together. “Keith…where’ve you been?” You asked, wanted to know, oh so desperately. “I went back to Texas to see my dad and I stayed a little longer to get you this.” Keith took one of his arms from around your waist as he took out a ring. He wasn’t? was he? “This is a promise ring Y/N. I know we haven’t been together very long, but as my locker neighbour. I was hoping that after high school or maybe even college that you would want to get married?” Keith asked, sending the nervous butterflies into a frenzy of fireworks.


Keith let out a sigh of relief as you accepted his ‘proposal for a proposal’. You could feel that familiar spark again as Keith slipped the ring onto your ring finger. It had a black pearl in the middle of it, not a big one, but small enough for it to be comfortable to sleep in. You were unofficially engaged. Hugging him close to your chest, you made sure you never let go of this very special boy. You liked this guy too much to let him go. You had been tired as of late…but tonight…tonight you were brand new. Regular life had become boring, but you knew after this that your life would lose its regularity. Permanently. Pulling away from his shoulder, you looked Keith deep in the eyes. You knew what he wanted and you wanted it too. As the slow song went into full swing, he brushed his lips against yours gently, teasing you. Smiling at him, you pulled his head forward by the scruff of his hair and forced your lips onto his. You loved this guy. Pushing and pulling your lips together, like magnets. It was beautiful.

And he loved you too.

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Lost Corpse

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Words: 1.113

Request: By anon! “ could you please write a Bucky x reader based on this promt? Idk where it is from, but i just saved it once! thank you.:  “…., no I heard you, I just.., how do you lose a corpse?” “ I don’t know; it was there, and then it was wasn’t!” “Well, it didn’t just walk off” “..maybe it did” “well, I’d rise from the beyond to get away from you as well.”

Warning: fluff, fun! 

A/N: *dramatically kicks door open* I*M BACK, BABY! Hi my lovelies! Gosh I have missedy ou guys so darn much! I’m officially back for good! I’ll give you guys an update on another post! So incredibly sorry of the delay with these requests, but I promise I’ll get them all done now! Love you and hope you enjoy!. Lots of hugs and kisses to you all! xx 




“Pssst, Bucky!”

The former Winter Soldier woke up with a start. The initial shock quickly recovered as his instincts kicked in, trying to identify potential danger. That was until he listened closer and recognized the voice calling his name in a not so subtle whisper. Letting out a deep sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance and mentally debated with himself on whether he should go back to sleep and ignore the menace that was at his door. Making up his mind, he threw the covers off himself and found a shirt and marched to the door. He grabbed the door knob and took one last deep breath, mentally preparing himself and swung the door open. The movement caused the menace at his door to nearly trip into his chest.

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Suspect: Part 4

Pairing: Reader x Bucky (we’re getting there)
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: Angst, death (lil’ graphic), mentions of previous same sex relationship (should that even be a warning?), swearing

A/N: I was hoping to have this posted a few days ago, but I got lazy, sorry! Thanks for being patient!

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

After hours of tossing and turning, you gave up. You couldn’t get your mind off what you had witnessed on the bridge, the man - if he could be called that - was heartless, cold, bloodthirsty, and above all, a killer.

Still dressed in the same clothes, you grabbed your bag and a jacket, knowing exactly where you were headed, but unsure if you’d be able to find anything. The streets were mostly empty, as to be expected at 4am, so the drive to the DCPD building was quick and quiet.

The security officer jolts away as your steps click towards him, “Hey Shaun,” you say, giving him a kind smile,

“Detective Y/L/N,” he says with a groggy voice, “I was just… Resting my eyes,”

You force a chuckle, making him relax as you scan your key card and make your way to the elevator, not wanting to stand around and chat. You’re getting impatient, and your foot unconsciously taps as the elevator seems to crawl upwards. Finally the doors open and you make a beeline for your desk.

Once logged in, you repeat the same process that you had at home; searching for anything and everything you could find that related to yesterday’s events. This time you had more luck. Your search seemed to return one file, labelled S.H.I.E.L.D.

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anonymous asked:

I've seen a few posts about what Supernatural would be like if HBO or Netflix had it, and ugh, do I wish that could have been the case, and I think they should buy the rights for the final season because it could be awesome haha in our dreams, right?...but then I also think about how devastating it could be if HBO or Netflix had it lol. A trade I would be willing to make, none the less.

Heh so yeah I have mused on this point before as well. I guess the thing is, consider the kind of concepts that Supernatural explores:

Hell, demons, monsters, ghosts, witchcraft, death, religion, torture, violence, murder.

It would be a horrifying show if that were the case. 

Have you seen the show Penny Dreadful? it was pretty awesome. Its set in Victorian England and its all about the Victorian Gothic monster stories like Frankenstein and Dorian Gray, and Warewolves are in it, and the devil is in it as is Dracula and other Vampires… Also two of the main male characters fucked each other the first time they met… soooo yeah. 

Penny Dreadful is a Showtime show, so I guess its a similar kind of network to HBO. Therefore this is as close a show as I can imagine to Supernatural being on HBO/ Netflix that is currently available. 

With Penny Dreadful as my template therefore, here are some things that I think we would see on Supernatural if it were a cable show:

  • Dean is openly bisexual and is seen sleeping with men and women… sometimes at the same time.
  • Sam’s whole BoyKing arc is much darker and more graphic in the way Penny’s arc with the devil was *shudders*.

  • We would see Dean in hell. It would not be pretty.

  • The monsters would actually be really fucking horrifying.

  • The gory stuff would be even gorier. 

  • Dean and Cas would have hooked up in season 4. 

  • They would have then proceeded to have an on again off again relationship that spanned the course of the show. They are of course endgame.

  • But really fucked up stuff happens to them all the time.

  • we would see demons true faces.

  • Including Deans.

  • Dean and Crowleys relationship would have been super twisted.

  • What happened with Dean and Alistair.

  • What happened with Sam and Lucifer.

  • *shudders*

  • We would see Angel’s true forms (or an interpretation of them)

  • We would see angel wings

  • The characters would suffer SO MUCH more than they currently do. I mean in really twisted fucked up ways.

  • It would also be hauntingly beautiful at times. Like when Dorian and Lily dance in the ballroom with blood pouring out of their wounds. I wanna see moments like that on Supernatural. The mix of the beautiful and the horrifying.

  • There’d also be a shit ton of swearing… just the idea of Cas saying the word ‘fuck’ gets me all hot and bothered. LOL.
  • It would NOT have a happy ending. This is just from my experience watching darker shows on HBO/Netflix. They tend to have dark endings that leave me either angry or in tears. This is the downside i guess.

Anyway, would it be better? In some ways OF COURSE. But I also don’t think it would have gone on for as long as it did….I also just remembered True Blood. That was a vampire show on HBO so that’s another good comparison for what Supernatural could have been. Though I have never seen that series and my only knowledge of it is my friends description which was “Vampire Pornography”. So um yeah? Maybe also more pornographic. I suppose that would go down well on tumblr anyway! 


Akuma don’t always pop up at the most convenient of times. They interrupt all sorts of things, from school to showers. In their rush to arrive at the scene, the superheroes sometimes show up a little less put together than normal.

They’ll learn. Eventually. Maybe.

( (AO3)

When they first started out, the two superheroes were naive and overenthusiastic. They made up for their lack of experience in energy and endless attempts to appear more on top of things than they actually were. Sometimes it manifested as nightly evening patrols across Paris, before they realized that they never caught any akumas that way and it was only affecting their ability to finish their schoolwork and get enough sleep in order to be awake to fight the akumas. Sometimes it showed in their early attempts to track down Hawkmoth, when they tried following the purified butterflies after attacks when they didn’t have to immediately return to whatever they were doing before (every attempt was inevitably cut short by their Miraculous running out of time and the butterfly disappearing while they recharged). Sometimes it was accepting every invitation for a press conference in their first few months as superheroes, answering the same old questions over and over and over.

Sometimes their inexperience showed when they made an immediate beeline to the attack, no matter how serious (or not) the attack was or what they had been in the middle of doing. It made for some interesting hair styles.

“Oh, you cannot be serious,” Marinette groaned as she heard her phone ding with the special akuma alert system she had set up on it. Her hands were full of conditioner and she was in the middle of a shower. Grumbling, she quickly rubbed the conditioner into her hair and shut off the shower before leaping out and struggling to pull on her clothes over her damp skin. “Couldn’t Hawkmoth wait ten minutes?”

“Uh…” Tikki said as she watched her Chosen pull on a shirt (backwards and inside out, but Marinette didn’t seem to notice) and wrangle her still-wet, conditioner-filled hair into Ladybug’s trademark pigtails. “You know, you could finish-”

“Transform me!” Marinette cried, cutting Tikki off. With a flash, Ladybug replaced Marinette in the middle of the bathroom. She grabbed her towel and tore out of the bathroom door as soon as she was sure the coast was clear, heading up to her bedroom. Ladybug tossed the unused towel on her chair as she continued racing up to her balcony, hurrying to join the fight as soon as possible.

A trail of water drops marked her path as she went.

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Stay Alive for Me (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader) Part 5

Originally posted by thedivorcecrockpot

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Teenaged!Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: Lin finds a teenage girl unconscious at his doorstep and decides to nurse her back to health. As her stay is extended, Lin finds himself attached to the troubled teen that captured his heart.

Words: 1700+

Warnings: FLUFFFF and Father/Daughter-style bonding

Masterlist / Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Six /


“You can set up your laptop on the kitchen counter or the coffee table,” Lin said, setting your suitcase and violin case next to the couch. “I have a trundle bed in my room you can sleep on too.” 

You grunted in response. You set your laptop case on the kitchen counter and joined Lin in the living room, plopping down on the couch, Lin sitting down next to you. You managed to grab all your clothes, your laptop, your violin, and the jar of money under your bed. You had been slowly stealing money from your dad, saving it up for enough money to buy the bus tickets you needed to get to Albany. In the jar were about five hundred dollars and sixty-four cents. But, now that your dad was locked away in custody, you didn’t really need the money. You can just save it for a rainy day.

“How are you feeling, (Y/N)?” Lin asked, laying the back of his hand on your forehead. “Your fever is going down faster than I thought. Good thing, too. It should be gone before next Saturday.”

You felt a warmth fill your chest and your heart started beating quickly in excitement. Next Saturday, you were going to be watching the premiere of Hamilton from the stage wing instead of the audience. Lin couldn’t get you a ticket but he managed to pull a few strings and now, you were going to hang out with the cast and ensemble as you watch the show. 

“I’m really excited.” You said, grinning brightly, making Lin chuckle and crack a smile. “I’ve never seen a musical live before. It’s going to be awesome!” 

“The cast is really nice too,” Lin commented. “I’m sure they’ll love you.”

“I hope so.” You said, sitting back into the couch cushions. “My social anxiety is going to be the death of me.”

Lin chuckled, patting your head. He sat back to, mimicking you and staring up at the ceiling. “We have a few hours left of daylight. Want to go anywhere?”

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Not Your Cisco, My Cisco (Cisco x reader)

A/N: A little Cisco something because I miss watching Flash (I am so behind). Doesn’t have to be in a specific part of the timeline just somewhere after Zoom and before Barry fucks shit up with the timeline.

Warnings: Probably language somewhere I am really not conscious of it

Originally posted by polybarry

Barry, Cisco, and Caitlin were just throwing out lunch ideas when the portal opened in the middle of the lab. Before any of them could react you jumped out landing right in front of Cisco.

“Oh thank goodness. Cisco!” You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him as you planted a relieved kiss on him. He wasn’t kissing you back like normal which caused you to survey the room.

“That’s one way to say hello.” Barry had a bemused smirk on. Across the room Caitlin looked pleasantly surprised. The person you were mainly concerned with though was the very shocked Cisco who held his hands mid air by his sides and couldn’t seem to put his eye brows back down.

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olicity || ao3 || gen || fluff & angst || 923  || more fics

summary: prompt: Felicity has a tattoo that’s a not so subtle reminder of Oliver (thank you @yellowflicker09011996) based on [x]
a/n: reminder that anita made me do it

Felicity tried in vain to take a picture of her back. Her tattoo was still fresh, kind of red and angry, but she wanted to take a picture so bad. She was going to text a picture to Thea before Oliver got home. He had been out all day, helping with the Hoffman’s third backyard barbeque that week, then he volunteered to bring the snacks to the little league game, and then he was going to the store to get groceries for dinner. While he was playing his suburban role, she went into the city to… well originally she was just getting out of the suburbs to relax, but she passed a tattoo parlor.

She hated needles. Like really hated them, so how she ended up laying face down with a strange man stabbing her repeatedly with a needle, she would never know. It was so impulsive, but she was happy with the finished product. A little arrow on her shoulder blade; an outward reminder of who held her heart.

It was super cheesy wasn’t it? Whatever.

“What are you doing?”

“Ack!” Felicity fumbled with her phone, dropping it on the counter. “Nothing.”

“You’re standing here shirtless in front of the mirror,” Oliver said with a hint of amusement in his voice.

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Hazy (M)

Drabble game request: Jin + “You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into.”+ Pub au | for @the95liner & anon

Character / Genre: Seokjin x reader | Pub!au, smut | 2,898 words (whoops, how did this happen?)

Warning: Smut. More graphic smut and mature contents. Please read with caution. This will be my first time writing smut for him, I’m sorry, please bear with me.

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