my feelings have them all sir

Dear sir,

I am sorry I never sent you my letter.

I meant to. I had it all written out and everything, but I balked. Even an ocean away I was too shy.

I thought I had more time. I spend most of my life with the panicked feeling that I do not have enough time, that some invisible timer is forever counting down and I cannot keep up, but that time I thought otherwise, and I was wrong.

Not that there was anything especially interesting in that letter; nothing, I am sure, that you hadn’t heard many times before. You meant a lot to me. You meant a lot to a lot of people.

You helped me come to grips with the world. Not that you explained everything about it, because no one could, but you made it seem like the kind of place that could be explained. Maybe better than that, you made it alright to not understand some things, made it less frightening to not be able to figure everything out.

Reading your books made something that had been frantic and upset in me for a long time calm down and retreat to a manageable distance.

I have carried them with me as totems in frightening places. Often simply having one nearby made me feel better. They all have stories: this one given by a friend, this one bought in the middle of that camping trip, this one sent in the mail from Finland. They are battered and cracked and sometimes stained and they are every one of them exceedingly good friends.

They have always been easy to read. I don’t mean that in the sense that they are simplistic or not challenging or anything like that. What I mean to say is that even when I am feeling my worst, when so many things that should not be hard are hard, reading your books is easy. It is a difficult thing to explain but it is an important thing.

But there are books of yours that I have not read, because I am not yet ready to face the fact that there are now and forever a finite amount of them. That someday there will be no more new journeys with you.

Dear sir, you have inspired me as a writer, but more than that, you have helped me be strong enough and well enough to write at all. To be curious and enthusiastic about the world instead of afraid of it. To challenge what is abhorrent without losing tolerance for the flaws inherent in us all. You have helped me shape beliefs strong enough that I can hold onto them even when the malfunctioning parts of my brain are clamoring to assure me otherwise.

I wish desperately that you were still here; the world seems to grow more confusing and terrible by the day. Good god, but we need you now more than ever. What a crime beyond measure, to take you so soon.

Dear sir, I am sorry I never sent you my letter, but if I am at all able I intend to make it up to you by using the gifts you gave me.

Yours sincerely,

a reader.

College AU Part 3

written by @krispetrimberly @luraelis @wondergays @wayhauhgt @catyz101 @penvision 

-Trini finds the lgbt group and feels like she belongs for the second time in her life

-Kimberly goes with her because there is too much gay interested in my woman

-Billy, Jason, and Zack all start to go, too

-Zack secretly signs Kim and Trini up for the acapella group

-“Sure you could be mad at me BUT REMEMBER THAT TIME TRINI GOT BILLY DRUNK. So signing you up for acapella really isn’t that bad”

-The boys are very supportive at their shows and competitions

-Zack and Jason are almost banned from coming

-Jason whistles really loud and has an obnoxious sign in the front row and waves it up and no one behind them can see. It reads in neon colors and glitter: “Trimberly is the Best!”  

-Zack is way too loud in the audience


-“You like that range you should have heard them last night. Trini can go higher”

-“See what you can do when you’re not fucking people actually enjoy your voice and are not praying for it to stop”

-The usher is like “sir please sit down the show hasn’t even started yet”

-Trini breaks up with Kim because she sees all of the people interested in her and feels like Kim has so many more options.

-Kim’s understanding of the break up was that she broke up with Trini because Trini forgot their anniversary…it was a temporary thing

-Kim tries to make Trini understand that she doesn’t want a perfect person

-She just wants her small angry girlfriend

-They stay broken up for a week

-The whole dorm walks on eggshells around them

-“What the fuck do we do?” “Someone get Zack and Jason here now”

-The break up hits the group so hard that they can’t morph after that happens

-Tommy convinces Trini by explaining that Kim is the love of her life. Love means listening to the other person. Kim chose Trini. So she should respect her decision and get back together with her

-Kim gets hurt since they can’t morph, and then Trini snaps out of it.

-Kim’s roommate the morning after they get back together “how the hell did you break your bedframe?” (Kim broke it)

-Alpha five shows up on campus to find out what the fuck is going on

-and everyone on campus is like “wow the robotics club really outdid themselves”

-Everyone assumes Billy built him and they just go with it

-Jason has to walk behind him to pretend that he’s controlling him, Billy explaining on the side

-Jason hits alpha when he acts too sentient only to get punched back

-“They’re re-enacting Star Wars bro. That’s why the Lil robot punched him”

-During finals week they have all-nighter study sessions in each other’s dorms and take over the lounge and a corner of the library

-They stock up on energy drinks and snacks

-Zack is quiet all week until Trini comments on how nice it is

-Then he won’t shut up

-A few professors say that they can have one note card of notes

-Billy writes all of their note cards because he has the smallest, cleanest handwriting

-Except for Zack’s; Zack tries to overlap his notes with blue and red pen and use old paper 3D glasses to read them

-Someone wrecks Billy’s notes while they are studying in the library

-He gets really angry and upset

-It takes awhile, but Jason is able to calm him down

-Trini and Kim kiss in front of the RAs at the end of the year confusing the shit out of them with a shouted “I told you punks!” by Kim’s RA

anonymous asked:

hi! uh so I kind of want to read some historical romances but I have NO idea where to start, so could you recommend me some of your favorites?

Well hello friend you made my day with this, 

and you also made my romance co-blogger bestie @cammiemorgan​ happy with this because to say that Eri and I love historical romance would be an understatement but 

ANYWAY, here’s a list (in no particular order because I don’t rate my faves it’s too hard) (links in bold):

1. Sarah MacLean

  • Nine Rules to Break While Romancing a Rake (Love by Numbers #1) - this is my first MacLean book and I love it so much because Callie is so relatable I love her. also, the whole story is so much fun because Callie’s like fuck the society and starts masquerading as a man and do fun stuff like going to gentlemen’s clubs and fencing

2. Tessa Dare

  • Any Duchess Will Do (Spindle Cove #4) - hero duke with a meddling mother who’d love nothing but to see him settled down, issues a challenge: if ma manages to turn heroine barmaid into proper duchess material, he’d marry. MY FAVE. actually the whole series is one of my faves but THIS BOOK. MY BABY PAULINE TOO PRECIOUS FOR THIS WORLD, TOO PURE. ONLY WANTS TO OPEN A LIBRARY. also kinky sex. I just have to put it in there.

3. Julia Quinn

  • Because of Miss Bridgerton (Rokesbys #1) - prequel to the Bridgerton series. longtime childhood friends/nemeses/neighbours suddenly having not-so-nemeses-y feelings for each other. much fun. also the second book is coming out soon so GET ON THIS ONE

4. Lisa Kleypas

  • Devil in Winter (Wallflowers #3) - The Wallflowers series is my first LK and I love them so much I’d still rec the whole series but THIS ONE IS MY ULTIMATE FAVOURITE (it needs all caps I’m not sorry). READ IT FOR SEBASTIAN ST VINCENT THE NOTORIOUS RAKE AND EVIE JENNER THE SHY WALLFLOWER WHO BROUGHT HIM TO HIS KNEES (in both ways)
  • Devil in Spring (The Ravenels #3) - newly released. it’s about Sebastian and Evie’s son Gabriel, the new Lord St Vincent who’s got the best of both worlds: his father’s looks and his mother’s temperament, and basically just wonderful. and Pandora Ravenel is not your typical hist-rom heroine. 

4. Courtney Milan


but if you want some place to start then Unraveled (Turner #3) is my ultimate favourite, I say this very calmly. and I can’t pick my fav among the Brothers Sinister series because they’re all my children I love them equally-

Eri also would like to mention Bitter Spirits by Jen Bennett which is set in the 20s San Francisco, and Wicked Intentions by Elizabeth Hoyt for the dirty smut lmao

we didn’t go overboard at all with this, did we, Eri

anonymous asked:

small au for hyungwon or the8 please, if it's ok💖💖✨ (p.s : i really love your writings i check them out all the time, the characterization feels so real and the ideas are very good too ! and i hope you're doing well with school and whatever too 💖🌸))

oh my,,,that’s so nice of you to say!!!!! tysm!!!!

  • single dad!hyungwon 
  • loves his son to pieces and hates having to drop him off at the daycare because he’ll literally just hold him like in his arms
  • and his son cries everytime he has to leave and it breaks hyungwon’s heart
  • and the daycare workers are always like ,,,,,sir,,,,,it’s been twenty minutes,,,,,,you might be late for work
  • and hyungwon, hugging his son is like, this moment is Too Precious. I couldn’t give less of a Shit about work
  • (he’s late to work everyday if i didn’t make that apparent enough)
  • wonho and kihyun keep trying to get hyungwon to hire a babysitter and maybe go out drinking with other co-workers but hyungwon is so like,,,,,,suspicious of everyone
  • and he’d literally rather spend the weekend inside with his son helping him learn the alphabet and watching saturday morning cartoons
  • if his son does something like super cute,,,,like once he picked a flower and kept playing with it,,,,hyungwon takes like one million videos of it
  • im not lying, he has like two phones one is full of videos and pics of his son he loves him so much
  • you’re a dog walker who’s always in the park the same time as when hyungwon takes his son there after daycare 
  • and you see this tall,,,,handsome dad with his kid at the kiddie swings and you think it’s really cute
  • and you’re always like wondering where the mom is or something because you bet she has to be gorgeous to be married to someone who literally looks like a model
  • and one day as you’re getting the dogs back on their leashes you notice another owner left the dog park door open
  • and you’re like “that’s rude” but before you can get up to close it you see this tiny boy come waddling through the gates
  • and your eyes widen because!!!!! that’s a kid,,,,,,the dogs,,,,,,,,,,he could get hurt!!
  • and you drop the leashes, running straight over to pick up the little boy and you’re like “you can’t come in here, it’s only for puppies!!” and you look around for their parents but you can’t see anyone
  • but then you notice,,,,,,that hey,,,,,this is the handsome guys son??? and you’re like ??? because where’s his dad 
  • so you close the door to the dog park and try to look around and you don’t notice but the boy wraps his small hands around your neck and cuddles into your shoulder
  • and finally you find his dad running around the park frantically and you’re like “sir!!!!” and hyungwon stops to see you and his son and he’s like oh my god i thought i was going to die,,,,,,i can’t believe he ran off on my like that
  • and you’re like “he came over to the dog park, but thankfully nothing happened but um-”
  • and hyungwon is looking at you and you’re like “i think he’s asleep?” 
  • hyungwon’s eyes go back to being wide and he’s like?????asleep????but he never sleeps in anyones arms but mine??????? 
  • but it’s true when hyungwon leans over to look, his son is asleep in your arms like it’s the most natural thing
  • and you want to hand him over but he’s holding your shirt bunched up in his fist
  • and you’re like “um,,,,,” and hyungwon is like,,,,,,,,,,this is a bit,,,,im sorry
  • and you’re like no it’s fine but actually i need to get the dogs and i cant,,,so could you,,,,,
  • and that’s how hyungwon ends up walking the dogs for you around the block as you hold his sleeping son and you get to talking and he’s so cute, ranting on about how much he loves his boy 
  • and you’re like “what does his mom do?” and hyungwon kind of sighs and is like she’s not around anymore
  • and you’re like oh,,,im sorry and he’s like it’s ok anyway,,,,i think the dogs have had enough,,,,,,,,which dog should we drop off first?
  • and you go around and every one of your customers is like winking at you and pointing at hyungwon like ooooo,,,,i didn’t know you had a husband- and you’re like hES NOT
  • even though you’re literally holding his child and he’s helping you walk dogs. like what do you look like? a family
  • and finally his son wakes up and happily goes from your arms to hyungwons 
  • and you’re like “well, see you whenever??” and hyungwon is like “uh,,,,,actually,,,,,,,if it’s ok with you,,,,,,,,,,,im gonna take him to the zoo this weekend. are you free?”
  • and you’re like OH,,,yes,,,,,,,and hyungwon smiles and it’s the most,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,handsome smile you’ve ever seen
  • and he’s like “good, i think he’ll really like it if you’re there,,,and you know coughs,,,,,so will i” 
Silver Storm (7/?)

   Summary: While on trip out of state, you were taken by Hydra. You were barely 21 at the time. Hydra took you and turned you into another asset, matching the Winter Soldier’s abilities. They injected you with a serum similar to his, wiped you,  and instructed the soldier himself to train you. He was hard on you, but when it was just the two of you he let his walls down. You were each other’s comfort, until the events of D.C when he was sent to kill Captain America. After that day, you never saw him again. You were told he abandoned you, that he was on the other side now. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, but what happens when he comes bursting through the doors of your facility?

Memories are in Italics, bold is readers thoughts *

It’s kind of a slow chapter guys, but itll step up for the next ones!

Pairing: none so far, but Bucky x reader (eventually) , reader x avengers

Warnings: swearing, angst , a little fluff , SMUT FINALLY

 - I wasn’t aware there was already a superhero with this name, so my character is in no way connected to  Marvels Silver Storm! *

                                                      Chapter 7

   Your chest continues to tighten as your eyes stay on your parents. You feel your knees begin to weaken but Bucky’s arm wraps around your waist, keeping you upright. You move your gaze to his, confusion clear from your expression.

“Well come on, it’s been years, there’s no need for awkward silence!” Tony pushes, but no one responds.

“Tony, I don’t think -”

“No one asked you, terminator,” he shoots back at Bucky.

 You know Tony thought he was doing something to help you but you don’t know what to do. Your Dad finally speaks, stepping forward and away from your mother.

 "Y/n? I - we didn’t believe it when Mr. Stark called us. But you’re here, you’re you.“ He moves closer with every word. You panic. "You’re You.” His words echo through your mind. But I’m not. If they knew of the things I’ve done, the people I killed, they wouldn’t be here. They wouldn’t want me. You take a step back from you father, placing yourself slightly behind Bucky. The familiar pain appears in your head, but instead of seeing a memory you see just fragments of multiple. Flashes of your Father’s face while he says he loves you, moments where you were scooped into your Mother’s arms, so many memories keep flickering in your head.

  You snap out of flashes, seeing the worried look from your parents. “ I’m okay , it was just a memory,” you whisper. You move closer to them, the memory of your Father sending a different kind of warmth through you. You stand right in front of them, fidgeting with your hands.

“I don’t know how much Tony has explained to you-”

“He told us you were kidnapped and forced to do very bad things,” Your father says. You nod, confirming what they were told.

“I’m not the same as before. I don’t know who I am. Memories resurface but it’s as if they aren’t my own. When I look at the two of you, I feel intense love, like I should be pulling you into my arms. But I don’t exactly remember why. I know you are my parents, but as of right now I don’t- all the memories aren’t here yet, ya know?” You try to explain without further upsetting them. Your dad takes your hand in his and takes a shaky breathe.

“We don’t understand exactly what happened to you, but no matter what it was, no matter how you’ve changed, you are still our daughter. We’ve spent years grieving thinking we lost you for good. We will not let you go again. We love you for who you were and who you are. When the memories come back, when you remember why you feel love for us, we will be here. We didn’t come expecting you to instantly remember us, to jump in our arms. We were told it isn’t safe for your health to try and force you to remember. We came to remind you that we are here, and whenever the memories comeback we will be here waiting with open arms.”

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You can see tears falling down your Mother’s face, and as if on instinct you move your hands to her face, wiping her tears away. Her hand moves to cup yours, holding it to her face. The warmth of her cheek creating a familiar feeling for you like you’ve done this a million times. You pull your hand from your Fathers and use it to cup your Mother’s face. You lean your forehead against hers. “I don’t remember. I want to but I can’t. But I do know that I love you both. I can feel it through my entire body. I may not be me yet, but as soon as I am I promise I’ll explain everything. But right now, while all of this is still new, I have to do this on my own. I’m sorry you were put through all of this, I wish I could take the pain away.” You move yourself away and back to Bucky.

“Take care of her, please,” your dad requests, watching the way Bucky’s hand engulfs yours.

“I will, sir,” Bucky responds. You send them one last glance, then bury your tear covered face into Bucky’s chest.

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You hear Tony making small talk as he escorts them out. When Tony returns, you remove yourself from Bucky and hug Tony.

 "Thank you, but next time can you warn me?“ Tony smooths your hair down and places a kiss on your head.

"I thought maybe some big wind of memories would hit you and it would be this wonderful moment. I knew it was a long shot, but if I made you upset I’m sorry.” You reassure him you’re not upset which isn’t a lie, it’s just not the entire truth. You weren’t ready to face your family or anyone from before, not until you figure out who you are now. You can’t blame Tony though, it was all an act from his heart.

    It’s been a couple days since your encounter with your parents and you’ve been glued to Bucky’s side since. He tells you everything you could ever want to know: his favorite color, tv shows, movies, music, food. He tells you of the things he’s done since being accepting into the Avengers. You slowly realize he kind of is the same as he was before, just with more depth to him. The little things he does, like when he runs his fingers through his beautiful locks or the way his face scrunches when he laughs, all send a warm feeling through you. After having a movie night with the team and being reintroduced to Star Wars (you slightly remember it from when you were young), you and Bucky call it a night and say goodnight to the team.

   When you enter his room, you go right to his drawers, pulling out one of his shirts then moving to grab a pair of panties out of your bags. He just watches you with an amused look on his face. When you close the bathroom door behind you it doesn’t shut all the way, leaving a slight view of you to Bucky. He pulls his eyes away as you begin sliding your pants off and copies your previous actions, grabbing his pajamas. He swaps his clothes quickly and looks into the bathroom again to see your bare back and (barely) covered ass as you move to pull his shirt down over your head. You begin to turn, making Bucky rip his eyes off you before he gets caught being a creep. He flops down on his bed, trying to act natural and conceal the bulge that is starting to form beneath his pajamas. You stroll out, completely unaware of the slightly panicky Bucky. You jump into his bed beside him, going right to snuggle yourself against him. You feel his body tense at your touch at first, causing you to pull back.

“Bucky, what’s wrong?” concern in your voice. He clears his throat,

 "Nothing, why do you ask?“ You raise your eyebrow.

"You’re really going to lie? Your entire body just twitched when I touched you. Did I do something wrong?” Your heart drops at the thought of doing something to cause Bucky not cuddle you. His turns to you, cupping your face.

 "No no no, you didn’t do anything. I - oh God, this is embarrassing.“ He sighs, dragging a hand down his own face.

"What’s going on? You know I won’t jud-”

“Isawyouchangingandnowihaveabonerandididntwantyoutothinkimcreepy.” He doesn’t take a breath as his words jumble together. Your eyes go wide and a loud laugh bursts through you.

Originally posted by drunkbroadway

“That is what you’re freaking out about? Jesus Buck, it’s a natural thing! Calm down, you dork,” you say between laughs. His face and body relaxes at your words. Your lips twitch into a smirk, a devious plan forming in your head. Wouldn’t hurt to try, right? You trail your hands on Bucky’s chest, gaining his full attention.

“So, you like what you saw Bucky?” You run your finger down his chest.

He gulps, not able to meet your eyes. “I think that answer is obvious, Doll. ”

“Say it.”

“I love what I saw. Those panties seem to fit you just right. What are you up to, Y/n?” He squints his eyes at you.                                                                      The smirk stays glued to your face. You move your body over his, hovering slightly above him. You sit yourself over his lap, your core resting against his erection. When it rubs against you, a spark shoots through you.

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You hold back a moan and move yourself against him again, reveling in the feeling. His hands fly to your waist, guiding your actions. He groans as you move, encouraging you to go faster. You brace your hands on his chest as you grind your soaking panties against his rock hard cock. After less than a minute of rough grinding, Bucky flips you both, landing between your legs.  

  “If you want to stop tell me now because I don’t know if I can stop myself if this goes any farther.” You can hear the struggle in his voice, like he’s barely holding himself back from you.                                                                                       “Bucky, I want you.” A wide smile spreads across his face. You don’t hesitate in pulling him into deep kiss, your tongue immediately finding his. You part from the kiss, looking into his eyes. Your lips meet again, drawn to each other like magnets. You scratch at his back as his lips move down to your neck. You release sweet moans as he sucks at the sensitive spot under your ear. You wiggle out of your shirt, your bare chest now barely pressing against his. His lips create a path from your neck down to your chest. Before he goes further, he sends you a look silently asking permission. You frantically nod yes, whimpers pouring out of you as his lips wrap around one of your hardened buds. He switches between nipples, paying equal attention to both. You can feel yourself soaking through your underwear as his tongue runs down your stomach. In one swift move, he rips your underwear off, leaving you completely bare to him. His fingers slide through your folds, spreading your wetness over his fingers. You arch your back into him, urging him to keep moving. His lips return to your neck as he enters two fingers into your dripping center.         

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   “Bucky please, Мне нужно больше (I need more),” you whine. He withdraws his fingers and you pull him into a bruising kiss. The room is filling with your combining moans as he slides his hard cock between your folds, teasing you.

“Это то, что ты хочешь, любовь моя (Is this what you want, my love?)” he whispers as he nips your ear.

“Please.” He pushes in slowly, filling you completely. You gasp at the sting but it quickly turns into pleasure. He starts slowly thrusting deep into you.

“You’re so tight, Doll. You feel so good around me.” You moan and meet his thrust with your own.

“I’m not going to break. Stop treating me like I’m going to crumple.” You know he’s holding back but right now that’s not what you need. He sends you a devious smirk then begins pounding into you like there is no tomorrow. You dig your nails into his back and he slams into you at an animalistic pace. Whimpers slip out of you as he slams into you, hitting the perfect spot and driving you insane. His lips are all over, sucking at your neck, ear, and chest. You pull his lips to yours in a sloppy, desperate kiss. You bite at his bottom lip, causing a growl to sound in the back of his throat. He mashes his lips against yours, the dominance clearly his now. His hand slides down your body, toying with you clit. The feeling of his lips on yours, his fingers swirling around your sensitive clit and his hard cock pounding into your g spot, has your walls clenching down around him. You feel the rubber band that’s been wound in your stomach near its end, causing your breathing to pick up.

“Oh my God, Bucky, I’m-”

“Cum doll, I’m right behind you.” He slides his hand between you, rubbing tight circles on your clit. He sends one particularly hard thrust in you and your orgasm bursts. A loud, filthy moan escapes you as you’re thrown into pure ecstasy. He finishes right behind you, a strangled moan falling from his lips as he releases inside you. He slumps on top of you just as spent as you.

“I love you,” you say, trying to catch your breath. He pulls your body to his, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I love you, Мой солнечный свет (my sunshine),” he says. You drift asleep in his arms, staying peacefully asleep throughout the night.

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You wake up in the morning, a soreness aching through your body letting you know last night wasn’t a dream. When you look to the other side of the bed, you aren’t met with the sight of the man you love, just an empty bed. Your face drops and you sigh as you pull yourself out of bed. You throw on a pair of shorts and sleepily find your way to the kitchen. Bucky’s back is turned to you as you walk in so you walk up behind him and wrap your arms around him.

“No one likes waking up alone, jerk.” Your voice is muffled as you bury your face in his back. He chuckles, turning himself in your arms.

“I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. You have to be starving from your long night.” He winks as a blush spread over your cheeks. You recognize the smell of pancakes.

“Oh my God, yes.” You pretty much moan at the thought of food. Bucky chuckles, leaning down to place a quick peck your lips. He returns to making breakfast and you help him after you both decide to make enough for the team. Eventually everyone files in and you all sit together eating a nice, relaxing breakfast together. It doesn’t last long though, because the elevator doors open, tearing you all from your food and conversation. A man walks in wearing a completely black outfit and a matching black eye-patch. You see the entire team tense up, confusing you.

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“Was anyone going to alert me of the new addition or did you all pussy out?” He spits, rage evident in his voice. Bucky grabs onto your hand under the table.

Who the hell is this guy?

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Sick Teacher Lance (Klance Sickfic)

Prompt: inspired by a post by @toosicktoocare (I hope you’ll forgive me for using it!)

And I also threw in my OCs Jasper, Joan & Eric (my new OC sideblog is @signsickocs )!

“Lance.” Lance whined and buried his face further into the warm chest, a small amount of drool escaping his open mouth.

“Lance.” Hands patted his bare upper arm and he unconsciously swatted at the limbs that were impeding on his sleep. The body chuckled and flicked his forehead lightly. “Time to get up, come on. I’m pretty sure Jasper will cry if you don’t show up.”

Lance opened his eyes blearily, taking in the broad, bare chest of his boyfriend and winced as the light from the window hit his sensitive eyes. “Keith, why the hell did you open the blinds?” He whacked his chest, face scrunching up in faux pain, although his head really did hurt a little.

“You wouldn’t wake up. I figured if you opened your eyes you would be blinded and then stay awake.” Keith ruffled his hair softly, fingers taking out the minor knots with gentle tact.

Lance moaned slightly at his ministrations and sat up, head spinning at the sudden movement. “That’s it. I want a divorce.”

The dark hair of Keith met him, a smile flashing on his face. “You can’t. I know too much. Like the fact that you fact that you drool when you sleep.” Lance whacked him upside the heat not unkindly, hand coming up to wipe the drool around his mouth self-consciously. “And the fact that you have a hair kink. I’m sure our students would love to know that.”

Grabbing a pillow, Lance hit Keith and turned is face away so that Keith wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing him turn crimson. “I do not and you better not.”

“I’m sure they’d also love to know how much I love you, how I love holding your hand and kissing you.” Keith former jesting tone had taken a serious turn, and he planted a small kiss on Lance’s forehead, grabbing his hand and placing another chaste on it. He looked down at him, eyes like a mirror to his emotions. “I mean that, Lance.”

Lance nodded and kissed Keith’s lips, a small smirk forming on his face. “Well, I could reveal that their ‘utterly terrifying’ math teacher is actually a cheese ball and whines about the amount of homework he has to correct.”

At that Keith turned an unnatural shade of red. “You better not. Those brats are too annoying for their own good.” He groaned. “They keep asking if I’m single.”

“Popular with the girls, eh?” Lance nudged him, winking outrageously.

“Guys. Girls and guys.”

Lance’s utterly unacceptable eyebrow wiggling earned him a place on the hard, wood floor.

Later on that morning saw Lance and Keith exiting the teachers’ lounge room, books under their arms. They walked a little apart, although Keith was having a hard time not holding Lance’s lonely hand. Teachers dating was not frowned upon, but they were expected to carry themselves properly and act like responsible adults.

Keith was a little annoyed about that. Kissing wasn’t exactly the same as doing the do in the janitor’s closet, was it? Either way, he was a little grateful about that at the same time, for his students would not stop teasing him if they ever found out he was dating the ‘hot’ history teacher.

Just as they were about to part ways, Lance looked at the empty corridor and placed a loving kiss on Keith’s cheek, trying not to totter as he did so. His head was hurting a little. He murmured a soft “I love you” and ran a hand through Keith’s hair with a soft smile. “I’ll see you at break.”

“Love you too, babe.”

“Yeah, don’t divorce me, babe, I know all your worst secrets.” He formed a smile on his face, trying his best not to grimace at the headache he had.

Keith chuckled and with the arrival of a set of students, they parted ways. Lance dropped the act, and sighed a wearied sigh. He ran a hand over his face and shook his head, hoping the drum beat in his head would lessen. He shoulders slumped a little as he entered his classroom.

No one was there as the bell had not rung yet, save one person. The familiar form of a freshman that Lance enjoyed teaching for the fact that he tried and quietly listened to him, unlike many rowdy fourteen year olds, greeted his eyes.

He righted himself and smiled as he neared his desk, where the boy stood. “Jasper. I don’t think I have you for class until second period?”

The boy was like an open book and stuttered a little, pink dotting his cheeks. “I know. I j-just wanted to hand in my essay. Sir.” He placed a sheaf of paper before him on the desk, held together by a bright green staple.

“It’s not due until next Friday, though.” Lance was trying hard not to sound accusatory, but the bright light overhead and the constant heartbeat in his head was making him feel tired. He rubbed at his temple with his fingers. “And I told you, it’s Lance. Sir makes me feel old.”

“All right… Lance.” He rubbed his caramel-coloured locks at the base of his neck nervously. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you.”

“Did I look like I was doing anything, Jasper?” He smiled genially toward the boy, though his eyes hurt when he moved them. They ached in fact. “I’ll correct it as soon as I can.” He rubbed at his eyes delicately, unaware that Jasper was looking a little worried.

“Are you feeling all right, Si-Lance?”

“Peachy. Just have something in my eyes. Now, get off to class before Miss Holt has the chance to find a reason to suspend you.”

Like a scared rabbit, Jasper’s baby blue eyes widened and he scurried off to Biology, because Lord knows, she was terrifying. He yelled a prepubescent “thank you” as he left, which made Lance crack up and immediately regret it when it jolted his now aching limbs.

Great. He was probably coming down with something. He hated getting sick and he always seemed to catch the worst ones too. He hoped that he would at least be able to make it through the day. Also not let Keith know. Keith was a nagger and would not cease until Lance was lying in bed. It wasn’t even that bad. Probably just a mild fever.

Throughout first period, Lance could feel himself feeling decreasingly worse. His limbs ached and he felt so tired. He sat in his chair as much as he could, even though he usually loved standing up and speaking loudly about historical figures. Even his juniors seemed a little confused.

Once, when a student had put up their hand, he had snapped at them, snapped at them even though they had done nothing wrong. He had apologised and gave the excuse that he had missed his coffee this morning which prompted a number of sympathising students.

At break, he felt so tempted to go all ‘Mean Girls’ and eat in a bathroom stall alone, just to avoid Keith’s observant gaze. Then he realised that he really had nothing to hide and laughed at his foolishness. It was just a little fever.

He sat down by Keith, thighs touching and smiled through the pain of moving. “How was class?” Opening his lunch box, he messed with his food but didn’t have the will to eat.

Keith groaned dramatically. “Please don’t tell me I was annoying and loud in sophomore year.”

Lance looked away and earned a thwack on his forearm. “I couldn’t say.” He answered mysteriously, suddenly feeling very cold as he tugged his shirt tighter around him.


Lance could do this, Lance could do this.

Walking into his classroom again, he looked at all the eager and not-so-eager expressions of his freshman students. Jasper was sitting by the window, talking quietly to a boy with dark hair — he could barely remember any faces through the fog.

Lance couldn’t do this. He couldn’t.

Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. His limbs felt like they were weighed down with lead and his joints ached, ached bone deep and he felt so tired. Moving hurt. It hurt to move. Even moving his eyes around was proving to be painful and has came to the conclusion that he was sicker than he originally thought.

At one moment he felt warm and another moment he felt cold. He wasn’t sure if he was sweating, though it certainly felt like it. His head had started up a new beat and moving too fast made him feel dizzy, lost, off balance.

After calling the roll, he glared daggers at a girl who was whispering to the person behind her. He crossed his arms and waited patiently for her to finish. He opened his mouth to speak. “Joan, are you finished?” She flushed and nodded jerkily.

He turned to the board only to see his vision go blurry and he stumbled, a hand gripping his desk tightly as he tried not to keel over. There was a rushing sound in his ears and he could hear the scrape of a chair on floor. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, hoping that the fog would clear, but it didn’t.

A hand rested on his shoulder hesitantly and he could hear Jasper speaking, but could not understand his words. Everything was muddled and it may as well have been a foreign language. Everything was loud and it was too warm and it felt like he was being heated up in an oven. A hand was patting his cheek and everything was too close and too warm and-

Tripping over his feet, he made a mad dash to the door of his classroom, and it took him a few tries, but he managed to open it. He headed towards the bathroom, head spinning and vision swirling, leaving behind a very confused (though mostly concerned) class behind.

Jasper looked around at the other students and he spoke up nervously, his voice breaking through the stunned silence. “S-Should I get the nurse?”

Joan looked at him in mild amusement. “We should get Mr. Kogane.”

Jasper looked a little confused, and tilted his head to the side, almost akin to that of a lost duck. “Why?”

The class snickered and Jasper’s cheeks heated up, though Joan remained patient. “Because he’s dating our history teacher.” She took in his expression. “I thought it was obvious.”

Jasper still looked confused, but set his gaze determinedly ahead of him. “I’ll go get him then.” He took confidant strides until he was out the door and then sagged against it, heart beating quickly.

Sir-Lance just had to date the most terrifying teacher in the school didn’t he? He made up a cheer for himself and walked hurriedly to Mr. Kogane’s room, worried about his teacher and worried that a teacher would find him out of class without a pass.

Keith was having a wonderful day, simply splendid, in fact. If that counted as having nothing but rowdy classes and a number of immature and nosy students who just didn’t get the memo to shut the hell up, then yeah. It was a terrific day.

Lance had been pretty quiet during break and that worried him. He was usually so loud and boisterous. His brow furrowed subconsciously. Maybe he knew that Keith would appreciate peace and minimal noise. The thought made him smile. Lance could be really cute and caring sometimes.

His thoughts were interrupted by a student in the front row. “Whatcha thinkin’ about, sir?”

Keith scowled a particularly nasty scowl and tried to calm down his flaring temper. “Nothing that is any of your business, Eric.”

The class oohed and Keith tried to remind himself that he was a teacher. If he had been a kid he would have thrown him a punch, but he was the adult here. It seemed that the class weren’t done tormenting him, for another question came soon after.

One girl in the back piped up. “Are you thinking about your boyfriend, sir?”

Keith looked blankly at her, features giving nothing away. He crossed his arms. “I don’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend.”

She raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Whatever you say.” Her tongue piercing glinted in the sun and Keith shuddered. Kids these days

Just then, there were a few hurried knocks at the door and even though he said “come in” the raps continued. Huffing, he stood up and walked over to open the door. Lord knows what Shiro wanted of him now. Sure he was the principal of this highschool, but he ran it like a military academy sometimes.

Instead, he opened the door to find a quivering and small freshman student he recognised as Jasper waiting on the other side. He looked frightened and Keith tried to look somewhat less stern. His hand had been interrupted mid-knock and he hastily put it down, cheeks flushing.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” Keith frowned again. Lance taught him at this time.

Then Jasper blurted out, “Sir, Mr. Kogane, I was told to get you because Si-I mean Lance ran out of our classroom all dizzy and stuff and I think he’s sick!” He stared at the ground sheepishly, hand coming to rub at the back of his neck.

Keith stood stock still, heart picking up pace. He could scarcely compute the kid’s words. Lance sick? He shook his head. No, it must be some mistake. Then he stiffened. Lance had been really quiet at break, unnaturally so. Then it all seemed to make sense.

Unbeknownst to Keith, his class of juniors were extremely interested in the current discussion and craned their necks to hear what was going on. Eric smirked and his classmates took note of their teacher’s tense body posture. No boyfriend, eh? They had just been shown the evidence.

Without a word he ran past Jasper and left behind a satisfied classroom and one very petrified freshman who looked owlishly at the juniors. Eric, taking into account how small and scared he looked and with a gentleness that surprised even himself, offered to get him back to class.

The corridors seemed to be never ending and it took everything Lance had not to give up and collapse on the floor. Everything was so warm, his head drumming unpleasantly and stomach churning. It hurt to think and once his vision went haywire, so much so that he couldn’t see where he was going.

Upon reaching the teacher’s bathrooms, he entered the men’s and launched himself towards the sink area. Gripping the faux marble countertop, he swayed and almost felt the need to throw up, but managed to contain it — for now.

Clumsily gripping a tap, he twisted it, little strength available to him and feeling too dizzy to control it. Once water came out, cool and fresh, he shakily sloshed some on his face and reached around blindly for a towel. Water had managed to get onto his clothes and trickle down his neck, but he was beyond caring.

He whined when the search for the towel caused an ache to form in his stomach and it gurgled uncomfortably. Finally dropping to the floor, he buried his pounding head in his knees and wrapped his shaking arms around his waist.

He wanted Keith.

Keith had been running around like a madman, trying his utter best to find his missing boyfriend. A heavy feeling of dread filled his lungs and he almost felt like he was choking. His boyfriend was sick and he had had a student tell him that. He had noticed how strange his boyfriend had been acting, but he hasn’t asked.

He ran a hand through his dark hair and bit the inside of his cheeks, face a mask of worry and almost a sense of terror. His eyes darted around and hr tried to think. Where would Lance go? His dull eyes brightened and he looked up from his wallowing. He knew where.

When he had opened the bathroom door, he had expected to see Lance passed out, dead and anything in between that. What he didn’t expect was to find him curled up in a ball on the tiles, the tap still running.

Lance didn’t notice he had arrived at first, but eventually he raised his head and Keith met with droopy, feverish eyes and flushed cheeks. Lance was pale and he shuddered, as if he were cold. Hair was plastered to his forehead and his mouth was dry and chapped.

“Keith?” He looked confused, but then his expression brightened and even when sick like this, Keith couldn’t help but think he was cute.

Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, Keith eased him up gently only to find himself being shoved away. Lance threw up in the sink, the little breakfast he had being the only thing to come up.

He couldn’t seem to stop and the retching continued, Keith patting his back and brushing his hair away from his sweaty forehead. He hacked until his throat was raw and felt like it had been cleaned by sandpaper. Tears sprang into his eyes and a sob escaped him when Keith washed his face clean, feeling so pathetic and utterly miserable.

The support of the sink no longer there, Lance would have fallen if Keith had not caught him. He caught him gently about the waist and they slowly sank down to the floor together, until he was practically sitting on his lap. His back was to Keith’s chest and the tears would not stop.

Keith wiped away every tear, hushing and murmuring kind words in his ears. He rubbed his hands up and down Lance’s arms as he shivered and took in the heat emanating from his body with growing concern. The sobs made him convulse and he shook, body wracked with the force of them.

After a while, he began to hiccup and the tears gradually ceased. Lance wearily sank against Keith, body spent with his ordeal. Keith pressed his cheek to Lance’s and embraced him.

“Let’s get you home, Lance.”

Keith carried Lance outside to their car bridal style, unaware of the noses pressed to the windows of his classroom or of the clicking of cameras.

In the car, Keith strapped him in, careful not to jostle him too much and pushed his hair back off his forehead. Lance nuzzled against his cold hands and smiled, eyes looking at him dreamily, though rimmed red from crying.

“I love you.”

Keith chuckled and slammed the door behind him. Once he was in his seat, he turned to him and said, “I love you too.” Lance leant his head against the window pane, completely satisfied and content and almost forgot for a moment that he was sick.

Once back at their apartment, Keith helped Lance inside and brought him to the couch, where he could see him and do things at the same time. As if he were a child, he dressed Lance in pajamas and pressed a kiss to his damp hair.

“Wait and I’ll get you some medicine and water.” He entered the kitchen and Lance watched him for a while, head lying on the armrest.

Then he spoke up, voice cracked and grating to the ears. “Then can we watch something. Together, I mean.”

Keith smiled and looked over, his face brighter than anything else in the world. “Anything for you.”

Lance stuck out his tongue in disgust. “You’re sickening.”

“Pretty sure you’re the one that has the sickness here and the actual power to make me catch it.”

Keith was soon back and Lance downed the two pills. He felt a little better, the pounding having muted. Keith knew he was feeling better enough to give him a snarky answer.

Lance cuddled up next to Keith, head resting on his chest tiredly. He turned over and pecked his cheek gently, face apologetic. “I’m sorry if I worried you.”

Keith looked down at Lance, face so beautiful even in this state and leant his cheek on his sandy locks, turning slightly to press another kiss to his head. “Just don’t do it again. I think Jasper died.”

“He’ll live.”

“Whatever you say, darling.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t what?”

“Divorce me. I know all your secrets, Keith Kogane.”

“I wasn’t the one crying in the bathroom after throwing up in the sink.”

“… Good point.”

“I can’t divorce you anyway.”

“Why not?”

“Because I love you too much.”

“So do I, angel.”


Originally posted by godshipsit

Pairing: Winchesters x sister!Reader
Word count: 1,737
Request: Anonymous. Can you do I Winchester Sister!Reader where she’s, like, 13/14 and she becomes and Empath and has to deal with her brothers pain on top of her own. (Maybe set when Dean gets back from Purgatory?) Please & Thank You Xxx

Ever since you were little, you were always a bit more attuned to your brothers feelings. It was normal to you, so you never thought you were any different. You were the most caring and sensitive out of the Winchesters, and part of John loved that about you- that you still held onto that despite their life. However, he feared it would get you into trouble one day.

Sitting with your back to the headboard, you read the book on your tablet in your lap, in your own little world. Knowing there was no way to lug around as many books as you could go through, Sam saved up and surprised you with it for your birthday two months before. You’d hugged him tighter than he thought possible for your young body, making him chuckle.

It was just you and Sam now, as Dean was off in purgatory. You missed your older brother, but there wasn’t anything you could do. At least not as a 14 year old girl who was more into books and fantasy than actually hunting.

Sam had been extra quiet lately, and you’d stopped in a town on your way to the cabin. He had kissed your forehead and said he wanted some fresh air. You didn’t mind. Getting alone time was nice. It left you feeling a bit more recharged, and gave you a chance to read.

You knew that Sam was avoiding talking about her- Amelia. She had been really nice, and you’d liked her. It was refreshing to be able to talk to a woman about things, as opposed to awkwardly talking to Sam about it. One night he shook you awake and the two of you left, and you could feel the pit in your stomach.

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Knight!Bucky Barnes X Castle Maid!Reader

A/N: Surprise! I present to you my first time writing in an AU. Just a little something extra along with what I have coming soon.

Words: approx. 2.1K

Prompt: Knights and castles and dancing and kisses. Arthurian AU.

Warnings: implied familial death, insecurities, kissing (is that even a warning idk)


“Yes, milady. Of course.” You smiled widely as Queen Guinevere told you of the ball that she wished to hold at the palace today, in commemoration of her beloved King Arthur’s return.

She had called for your help on choosing a dress that was sure to catch the King’s eye.

After hours spent showing her beautiful gowns that you could only hope in vain to ever have the honor of wearing, she decided on a soft lavender gown. You could only gape at the way that it fitted her, bringing out every ounce of femininity in her very being.

“It’s lovely, my lady.” You said, unable to hide your astonishment. Guinevere smiled, holding the gown to her frame. Shamefully embarrassed by your momentary indulgence, you turned your gaze downwards. Just as a mere servant would be expected to behave.

The queen noticed your sudden change.

“Surely, you will be there?” She questioned.

“With all due respect, my queen, I’m afraid I cannot bow to your wishes.” You said, the words leaving your mouth with the ease of silk gliding over soft skin. These exact words had left your mouth many times. Always the same exact words, always the answer to this question.

You plastered on a smile. You didn’t understand why she asked you every time a great celebration took place when the  A part of you ached to go. However, no peasant such as yourself should associate themselves with the upper class.

Guinevere smiled sadly.

“I truly wish you will someday be able to grace us with your presence.” She smiled, her voice teasing at your reluctance.

“As do I.” You offered her a small smile. Ever since you had come to work at the castle, the queen had become a friend rather than your superior. But for a royal such as her to be so close with someone of a such a low standing as you, it was considered…blasphemous. You could be killed for it.

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Before the Show

Type:  Oneshot, Smut, Fluff, Romance

Wordcount:  2464

Summary:  Phil has terrible stage fright before each TATINOF show, and Dan has done everything to try to help his friend, but to no avail.  One day, a few hours before the show, Dan decides to try something a little more…kinky. 

Phil had stage fright.  It was terribly severe, causing him to vomit before each show and causing his knees and arms to shake violently just before they went onstage.  

In the hours leading to the show, he would become tense and quiet, a bad sign that Dan picked up on immediately.  As soon as he saw Phil sink into the car seat and not speak for more than five minutes, he realized what was happening and would try to stop it.

He tried talking, but Phil just responded minimally if at all.  

He tried joking around with Phil, which worked a little better, but still didn’t take away Phil’s panic.

Finally, they both tried doing some relaxation exercises. They downloaded an mp3 of relaxation hypnosis tracks, and played them in the van.  At first, it seemed to calm Phil, but as soon as the track was over, his fear returned and he was shaking in his seat again.

During the shows, Phil was fine.  His adrenaline kicked in and he enjoyed interacting with the audience. But the from 3 hours until showtime until the minute he stepped on the stage, he was in agony and Dan could hardly stand to see his friend in such pain.

Dan, of course, was fine.  He was a theater kid and lived for the stage.  He loved the attention and craved the applause, and was hyped up all day waiting to get to the next venue and step out in front of the crowd.  

He worried about Phil’s noticeable weight loss and his overall health and decided he needed to do something.  

Before their show in Glasgow, Dan was standing behind Phil in the gas station line, and noticed the tension and fear begin to come over him.  He couldn’t watch his friend suffer again.  On a whim, he leaned forward and whispered into Phil’s ear, “I want you”.

“What? asked Phil

Dan leaned forward and again whispered, this time more seductively, ‘I WANT you.”

Phil froze, his eyes large.  Dan never made the opening move in their playtime, and especially, never in  public.  

He turned around to look at Dan and make sure he had understood.  Dan’s face was awash with passionate hunger.  

Phil turned crimson.  He had definitely understood correctly.  

Back in the car, before the rest of the crew got in, Dan grabbed Phil’s neck from the back and held it firmly.  “I want you, Phil.  And I will have you at the hotel.  Be ready.”

He let go just as the doors opened and the rest of the crew got in.  

Phil was left in shock.  Once again, Dan was in new territory.  Phil was definitely the top in their relationship and Dan had never taken such a dominant tone with him.  Phil found himself biting his lip, partially from nerves and thinking about the upcoming show, and partially because he was confused about Dan.  

As they drove through the beautiful countryside, both Dan and Phil looked out the windows and remarked on the brilliant landscapes.  But when Phil caught 
Dan’s eyes, he saw only one thing staring back:  hunger.  He met Dan’s gaze and found himself trying to re-assert his dominance with a subtle look, but Dan did not back down.  What was going on? What was this game?  Phil was completely perplexed, but he was going to figure it out.  

He spent the next thirty minutes devising a plan.  And during that thirty minutes, he didn’t think about getting on stage once.  All he thought about was getting Dan in that hotel room and taking back his control.  

An hour away from the hotel, they stopped at another gas station.  

“Hey Phil, come over here, I want to show you something” Dan called, as Phil was getting back into the van.  Phil crossed over to the side of the convenience store and felt himself violently pushed against the wall with his crotch being forcefully cupped by Dan.   

“This?” Dan said huskily, “This is mine in an hour”.

Then he abruptly let Phil go and jogged to the van.

After Phil had untucked his shirt to hide what Dan had just done to him, he followed to the van and sat in his seat, amazed.  And excited.  And confused.  

As they approached the hotel, Phil decided that Dan must have been joking with him.  There had been no other signs of dominance from him, and besides, Dan was anything but dominant.  He decided to let his guard down a bit, then immediately got shaky.  His face got pale.   Oh my God, he thought, I have to be onstage in 3 hours!  

Dan caught the change and immediately leaned over, lifted Phil’s headphones and whispered into his ear, “10 minutes and counting, bitch”.

The audacity of that whisper in a car full of their friends was astounding and Phil had to forcefully keep his jaw from dropping.  His heart began racing and the color came back to his cheeks.  Was this really about to happen?  Was Dan about to try to take control of him?

They were very quiet in the elevator up to their adjoining rooms, allowing the chatter from their friends to cover the tension between them.  As Phil pushed the keycard into the slot, Dan pushed the door open forcefully and Phil in with it.  The door closed roughly behind them and they were alone.

“Dan, what have you been…” he was cut off by Dan’s tongue thrusting into the back of his throat.  Phil immediately became erect. Dan’s hand found him and began gently caressing him.   He could not believe what was happening to his body.  He was the dominant.  He was always in control.  Who was this young man and what was he doing to him?  

After several minutes, Dan suddenly pushed him away, leaving him breathless. 

“Get on your knees” he demanded, forcefully but quietly.  

And after a moment’s hesitation, Phil obeyed.

“Get me out” he ordered, in the same quiet tone.

Phil began to unbutton Dan’s black jeans, when he felt his hands slapped away.

“No hands.”

Phil looked up at Dan with his jaw hanging open.  He took two breaths and in the silence, he felt his erection growing.   Something was happening to him.  Something new.  Something different.  Something very nice.  

Slowly, he reached up to Dan’s top button and opened his mouth.  It was hard work, but after a minute, he had to top button undone.  

He looked up at Dan, suddenly confused.  His brain didn’t seem to be working correctly.

“Now, the zipper” Dan coached, again in a flat tone.

Phil reached up and took the zipper between his teeth and gently pulled down.  The sound of the links separating echoed through the hotel room.  

Pull them down.  

Phil reached his hands forward, but again found them slapped away.

Dan’s face was stern, serious and towering above Phil’s.  Phil couldn’t believe it.  He was in exctasy.  He grabbed one side of the younger boy’s jeans with his teeth and began to pull them down, lowering his body into a bow as they reached the floor.

“Stay there a moment” commanded Dan, and Phil stayed in a bow, his head resting on Dan’s foot, breathing rapidly and aching between in his belly.  Was this what Dan felt?  Was this the sensation of submission?  Because if it was, Phil began to think he really liked it.

“Now, get me out” said Dan.

Phil didn’t want to leave his spot on the floor, down at Dan’s foot where he suddenly felt he belonged, but he did as commanded.  He slowly raised up out of his bow and used his mouth to separate the opening in Dan’s boxer-briefs.  Then, with great enthusiasm, he reached in with his mouth and had almost reached Dan’s penis when he heard–

“Beg me.”

“What?” Phil heard himself ask.

“Beg me.”

In the silence, Phil tried to think of what to say, He was in a new headspace and didn’t have the vocabulary to express what he was feeling.  All he knew is what he wanted, so he said, simply, “May I please have your cock?”

Dan chuckled.  “Not like that, Phily.  Ask me if you may take my cock out.  You won’t ‘have’ it for quite some time”

“May I take your cock out.”


“Sir” Phil added quickly.

“Yes you may, Phily,” said Dan gently, and Phil slowly reached in with his mouth, encircled Dan’s erect cocks with his lips, and softly pulled it through the slit in his boxer-briefs.  

“Good boy”, said Dan.  “Now, take off your pants, your shirt and your underwear, fold them nicely and place them at my feet. 

Phil did so as if he were in a dream. Soon, he was back on his knees at Dan’s feet, naked except for his mismatched socks.  

“Get on the bed on your hands and knees, head down” ordered Dan.

Phil climbed atop the bed, positioned himself on his hands and knees, and then placed his head down so that it touched the bed.

“Good boy”, said Dan.  “Now back up right to the edge of the bed”.

Phil complied.

The next thing he felt was Dan’s hand on his cock and his lips kissing his back.  The tingles of pleasure travelled through him and Phil thought he might cum right then and there.  He raised his head to turn to look at Dan, but was immediately met with a firm slap to the right cheek of his bottom.

“Head Down, Phil”

“Yes Sir” Phil answered and immediately put his head down.  Dan started milking Phil’s cock as his kisses worked their way up Phil’s spine to his neck.  

“I’m going to cum“ said Phil, breathing rapidly

“Not without permission,” said Dan.

May I cum, Dan?” 

“No” came the answer, and Dan immediately stopped stroking Phil.

“Head up,” ordered Dan, “and turn around to face me”.

Phil crawled in a semi-circle until he was facing Dan.

“Suck me” said Dan

And Phil gently took Dan into his mouth and began sucking softly, moving his lips slowly from tip to base as Dan’s cock began to grow.  

“That’s right.  That’s a good boy,” moaned Dan, who was enjoying playing this part more than he thought he would.  He glanced at the clock.  They still had 90 minutes before they needed to leave for the theater.  Plenty of time.

Phil began to moan.  He felt his cock growing between his legs and could not believe how large it was getting.  Dan reached down and stroked Phil’s head, then gently took it in both of his hands and began to guide him as he sucked.  

When Dan was about to burst, he guided Phil off of him.  “On your back, legs in the air” he ordered, and Phil immediately complied.

Phil lay on top of Dan, taking the younger boys legs on each of his shoulders.  He pressed his cock against Phil’s asshole, something he was almost never allowed to do.  “Relax” he said in a whisper.  “I’ll go slowly.  Spread your legs apart a bit more,” he coached the older boy, ‘There you go, Yes, like that.  Now relax”   

Phil slowed his breathing a bit and Dan applied the lubricant to both of them.  Then, with gentle pressure, he entered his best friend.  Phil’s head immediately arched backward and his eyes rolled into the back of his head.  This felt amazing.  Dan was bigger than he had ever felt him before, but nothing hurt:  he felt like Dan was exactly the right size to fill the ache that was consuming him.  

Dan began to thrust gently, in and out, and his own stomach stimulated Phil’s cock as he moved.  Both boys were close and both knew it.  

“Do you want to cum, Phily?” asked Dan, increasing the pace of his thrusting. 

“Yes, yes!” cried Phil, not caring who might hear.

“Ask permission first” said Dan


“Please, what?”

Phil was using all of his strength to control himself.  He didn’t know if he could hold out long enough to make another sentence.  But he knew he had to.  He knew he wanted to.

“Please, Sir, Please may I cum for you?”

“Yes, you may, baby”

And as Phil shot up Dan’s chest, his eyes rolled back in his head and his back arched as he thrust against Dan’s stomach over and over and over.

Dan began to cum at the same time, emptying himself inside of Phil, something he had never done before and something that caused Phil to gasp and then cum even harder.

Dan collapsed on top of Phil and kissed him hard on the mouth.  Phil held Dan in his arms and kissed him back as best he could, breathlessly.  

“Are you okay?” Dan asked Phil.  “Did I hurt you?”

“I’m okay,” answered Phil.  “I – I don’t know what happened to me..  Or what happened to you!   What was that?!” 

“Just something I’ve been thinking about,” said Dan.  Come on, we need to shower.  

In the van on the way to the show, Phil was chatty and silly–his usual self.  Dan sat back with a small smirk on his face.  It had worked!

The show went smoothly and the fans were lovely and Phil seemed to be having the best time he had had on the entire tour.

After the show, they went back to the hotel and collapsed onto the bed.  The show was fun to do, but very tiring, so the two boys were both exhausted. 

“That was great” said Phil.  “I think that went better than the other ones, don’t you?”

“Yes, I think so too” agreed Dan.  

“I wonder what the difference was?”  said Phil.  “You know, come to think of it, I didn’t really feel nervous at all before we walked onstage.”

Dan began laughing.


“It worked, that’s what!” said Dan, laughing harder now.

“What worked?”

Dan gave Phil a knowing look.

“What?  No, we’ve made love before shows before.  That couldn’t have been it. “

“Lester, you spork, I was toying with your mind all day so you didn’t have time to be nervous!  Since when am I a Dom?!”

“Oh My God!” said Phil, “That’s what you were doing?  I–I didn’t understand why you had changed so much. Oh wow.  Dan.  Wow.  Thank you!”

“You’re welcome!   It was kind of fun. I just pretended I was you.  Did you enjoy it?”

“More than I ever thought I could, actually” said Phil, turning on his side to face Dan.  “You did a good job.  I never knew that was how you felt with me.”

“Well, now we both know”.  

Phil pulled Dan close and embraced him, drawing him into a passionate kiss.  

“Just remember, Howell,” Phil whispered, “Who your Daddy really is”.

My Philosophy teacher, came to class today with a mysterious look on his face… There was complete silence.. And he looked at me…

“Tell me Iro, what is suicide? Why people are killing themselves so to get rid off pain?”

“You know sir, i’m quite cynical at this topic… I think it’s better to ask another of my classmates”

“No, i want YOU to answer… You are a future psychologist i want your opinion”

“Ok, but i warned you! Well i firmly believe that suicide is something very awful… It’s the only thing that has no positive side… It causes even more pain, you don’t get rid off pain that easily, you know… It’s selfish, if you are gonna commit a suicide not only you’ll cause pain to other people, at the very moment of your suicide act, the pain you feel from your thoughts will shatter you into pieces, even before you blow your brains out… Why causing more pain to your precious ego and why causing pain to others? That’s why it’s egotistical… The great solution for people who like to get things always in the way of their own likings… To avoid any misunderstandings i’m not saying that everyone who commits suicide is selfish, but they are definately weak and they just don’t understand that happiness and achievements come through struggles… That’s the problem with today’s society… People are shallow, people are selfish, people act without thinking… And acting without a fight”

“Impressive dear! A 17 year old teen thinking like that, it’s not cynical… You are what people think when they say the word ” teenager"… As it seems you wanna change the world"

“I do, of course i want… But also i would like to point something out… Ok everyone deals different with pain… If something hurts you, it hurts you, no you are not overreacting to anything… But just think this: Life is full of struggles but full of happiness too… Why commiting suicide to put even more problems to others, and just let so many unlived experiences of yours go like that…Don’t you want less problems for you and for others? Suicide is a heresy to your own belief”

“That’s how you’ll reply to your patients who are suffering from suicidal tendencies?”

“Hell no sir! My opinions will have nothing to do with my job… I love people, and i would like to make them feel better and make them stronger not just filling their brain with my own nonsenses”

“ If one of your classmates here is suicidal and now he’s pissed off with your point of view, what would you answered?”

“ Life goes on, changes come … Be open to them and accept them, nothing lasts forever … It’s dull to be ok all the time, don’t fear the pain it’s not what is seems to be… Behind of it there is some kind of beauty, it’s your story make it worth like your other achievements… And remember the biggest achievement of your life… Is you! The beautiful and strong person you are… Carry on don’t you dare throw your Trophy like that”

Class *claps*

“A+ for this semester ms. Iro”

“Aw well thank you sir :Ρ”

You guys what do you think about that? It’s pretty interesting… Suicide is the hardest and the easiest solution at the same time

anonymous asked:

Kinkiest desire?

probably fucking in public places? also, being called sir. honestly just in regular daily life, having my partner trying to mess with me by calling me that.

i feel like these aren’t the absolute worst i could do but they’re pretty interesting scenarios.

i think my favorite thing would just be the control. having my partner listen to me, moving when i tell them to. bending over, spreading their legs. begging to cum, all of that. walking through the door and having them waiting for me in a cute little outfit.

○ ——— The Shining Sentence Starters.

’ Oh. That’s nice. That’s the prettiest. ’
’ Stay away from me. ’
’ Please! Don’t hurt me! ’
’ I’m not gonna hurt you. ’
’ I just wanna go back to my room! ’
’ Well, I’m very confused, and I just need time to think things over! ’
’ You’ve had your whole fucking life to think things over! ’
’ Gonna bash ‘em right the fuck in! ’
’ You didn’t let me finish my sentence. ’
’ I said, I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m just going to bash your brains in! ’
’ Stay away from me! Don’t hurt me! ’
’ Some places are like people: some shine and some don’t. ’
’ Women: can’t live with them, can’t live without them. ’
’ I feel you will have to deal with this matter in the harshest possible way. ’
’ I’m sorry to differ with you sir, but you are the caretaker. ’
’ Well, let’s just wait and see. ’
’ We’re all going to have a real good time. ’
’ Anyway, there’s hardly anybody to play with around here. ’
’ It always takes a little time to make new friends. ’
’ Do you really want to go and live in that hotel for the winter? ’
’ Redrum. Redrum. ’
’ Now, do you think you can handle that? ’
’ Now, we’re going to make a new rule. ’
’ Well, how come you don’t want to go? ’
’ What are you doing down here? ’
’ I just wanted to talk to you. ’
’ Okay, let’s talk. What do you wanna talk about? ’
’ And are you concerned about me? ’
’ Have you ever had a single moment’s thought about my responsibilities? ’
’ Has it ever occurred to you? Has it? ’
’ You got a big surprise coming to you. ’
’ You’re not going anywhere! ’
’ I see you can hardly have taken care of the business we discussed. ’
’ What flavor ice cream do you want? ’
’ Well, it’s certainly got plenty of that. ’
’ Physically, it’s not a very demanding job. ’
’ Well, that just happens to be exactly what I’m looking for. ’
’ They had to resort to cannibalism in order to stay alive. ’
’ You mean they ate each other up? ’
’ I know all about cannibalism. ’
’ I wish we could stay here forever… and ever… and ever. ’
’ The most terrible nightmare I ever had. ’
’ It’s the most horrible dream I ever had. ’
’ But I didn’t just kill ya. I cut you up in little pieces. ’
’ Oh my God. I must be losing my mind. ’
‘ I dreamed that I, that I killed you. ’
’ I’d give my goddamned soul for just a glass of beer. ’
’ God, I’d give anything for a drink. ’
’ I don’t think you are aware how great it is. ’
’ I don’t have any recollection of that at all. ’
’ Come out, come out, where ever you are. ’
’ I and others have come to a belief, that your heart is not in this. ’
’ It’s amazing how fast you get used to such a big place. ’
’ I tell you, when we first came up here I thought it was kinda scary. ’
’ I never laid a hand on them. ’
’ I didn’t think it was gonna be this big, did you? ’
’ I just happen to have two 20s and two 10s right here in my wallet. ’
’ Maybe, but I don’t remember calling him that since I came here. ’
Quiet - A Hamburr prompt

My entry for the Hamilton Summer fic exchange, written for @hambrr who asked for A) Hurt/comfort, and B)trans burr. Smut was optional which is good because I don’t write smut. 

“Mister Burr sir!” Hamilton threw a hand up in greeting. “What are you doing tonight?” His smile was wide, eyes practically sparking with mischief. Hamilton was trying to be friendly. All Aaron could see was the grin of a shark.

“I’m going home.” Aaron said, refusing to rise to Hamilton’s bait- in the form of a riased eyebrow. Much had been said of Aaron’s apparent loner tendencies, none of it respectful.

Predictably, Hamilton’s smile turned to a superior smirk. Propping one hand against his hip, Hamilton gestured widely with the other. “You should chill with me! Have some fun for once!”

Aaron rolled his eyes. “I have plenty of fun at home. With my privacy. Thank you for the offer, though.”

It was a textbook response, playing a game of manners even while visibly making it clear he did not appreciate the mockery. Hamilton huffed and muttered out a fine, as he always did, and turned back. It had happened a good half dozen times before.

Only this time, Hamilton’s arm swung wide, accidentally smacking his hand against Aaron’s. Instantly, Aaron’s head flared, something almost painful but not quite.

–God, again-why do I keep tryi-it’s not like he hates me, rig-not asking for a date-but wouldn’t that be nice–

Then, blissful silence again. Aaron’s gaze shot down- Hamilton’s hand was drawn back, something almost sheepish on his face. “My bad,” He shrugged, turning sharply and walking away as if nothing had happened.

Aaron let out a long breath, one he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. The thoughts had been fast and flooding. They hadn’t been his.

Not thinking, Aaron moved, stepping quickly around the corner out of the backroom and almost bowling over Peggy, just starting their shift. The storefront partition lay ajar, door to the outside world just swinging closed. Hamilton had already left the coffeeshop, ever eager to get on with the next part of his life.

People only ever heard thoughts projected from their soulmate. Sometimes, multiple soulmates- but they were still soulmates. And those had definitely been Hamilton’s thoughts. Aaron paused for a moment, considering the revelation. Then, he packed his bag, walked to the bus stop, and went home, resolving not to think about it.

After all, he’d been unable to speak with his soulmate ever since falling out of that tree when he was nine. They couldn’t possibly want Aaron now, after mourning his apparent death and coming to terms with it- and being a happy, active, sociable person like Hamilton. No, Aaron would do what he was best at.

Aaron would keep his mouth shut.

A week came and went, and Aaron was fine. His eyes kept flicking to Hamilton, no matter what Aaron tried. Thankfully, Hamilton didn’t notice, always busy with customers here, and throwing extra cookies in the oven there. It was fine, it was manageable. Aaron was doing Hamilton a favour, really. Freedom to choose your own partner, and all that.

Another week went by. His gaze still kept finding its way to his energetic coworker. Hamilton had always been interesting to look at, even before he knew-suspected. Only now, Hamilton was staring back. He’d noticed, somehow, though Aaron was careful to be discreet. Aaron couldn’t help it, picturing what it would be like if Hamilton really was his soulmate-of course he was, what else could it be, but Aaron would damn well hide behind the astronomically low probability and self delusions if he wanted to.

It would be terrible, Aaron told himself. It wouldn’t be nice, it wouldn’t feel like he could actually share himself with somebody again.

“Hey, Burr!” Hamilton raised his chin, a familiar challenge, but he wasn’t quite smiling this time. His lips quirked up, but he looked more confused than confident. “Do you want to hang? I have the new Mario.” Hamilton even spoke more quietly, less explosive and more tentative.

Despite that, a refusal was on the tip of Aaron’s tongue. Then, he remembered his staring, his repetitive, circular thoughts. Maybe he could get it out of his system. “You know what, fine, sure.”

Hamilton snorted. “That sounds enthusiastic. You know you don’t have to, I’m not actually trying to pressure you.”

“Oh, no,” Guilt spiked in Aaron’s chest. “I didn’t mean it that way. I just-”, Aaron flailed for an excuse, “I just like Mario.”

Hamilton stared. Heat flooded Aaron’s face. “Really,” Hamilton said slowly. “Mario was what it took?” He let out a sharp huff, finally grinning- warm and amused. “Well, I’m not complaining. Let’s go!”

Hamilton’s apartment was small and cramped, thought Aaron suspected as much, given he worked 40 hours a week on minimum wage. He could probably only barely afford it, too- not that Aaron could relate; for all they worked the same job, Aaron’s inheritance guaranteed a comfortable house without mortgage, if on the practical, small side.

“-Aaron? You good?” Hamilton waved a hand in front of Aaron’s nose. Aaron flinched back, returning to the present. He couldn’t afford to be absent minded.

“Fine, fine! Sorry.” Aaron scratched his neck nervously. Sweat was already gathering on his forehead. He stretched, as subtly as he could.

“I was asking what your favourite Mario was, since you like them so much.”

Aaron froze again, caught in his lie. His binder itched, discomfort that was normally nearly unnoticeable but suddenly unbearable in his nervousness. “Ah, Sunshine,” Aaron blurted. “I liked the overworld.”

Hamilton paused, then grinned. Aaron had somehow passed. “I love Mario Sunshine! Delfina plaza is so colourful, and the way you can just move around is so nice. Like, the jet nozzle of couse, but also that thing where you spray the ground in front of you, then jump on your belly and just cruise…” Hamilton trailed off. “That watermelon level is bullshit, though.”

Aaron only had faint memories of the game. But somehow, he did remember that part. “Yeah, that was the worst.”

“Hah! A negative opinion. I knew I’d get one out of you yet.” Hamilton pumped his fist in victory. It was cute, Aaron pretended not to think. “Now come on, there’s a coop level with our name on it.”

Hamilton flopped on the couch- the only seat in the cramped living area- unless Aaron wanted to sit in the kitchen area of the room. He wasn’t that rude though, and so Aaron sat down, careful to make sure their skin did not touch.

He still didn’t quite know what had happened, but he was certain it was caused by Hamilton’s hand touching Aaron’s own. They’d never so much as shaken hands before, it had to be that. Cautiously, Aaron picked up the controller. If he could just get through this, get the Hamilton out of his system, then he could go back to his life. It was a good plan.

Hamilton started the game up immediately, cheerful music filling the room. Aaron was only passively interested in video games, but it was fun. Hamilton laughed with the successes, groaned at the losses, and made an inordinate amount of conversation inbetween.

It should have been annoying, but the commentary, the asides that were only tangentially related to the game, were actually fun. Aaron found himself responding back, never a lot, and never too loudly, but it was more than he’d spoken in one sitting in a long time.

“Ahh, for someone who likes Mario so much, you’re really bad at this!” Hamilton chuckled as Aaron let Mario fall down another gap. It was infectuous- Aaron couldn’t help but laugh too.

“You can enjoy things you aren’t the best in, you know.” Aaron joked, smirking at Hamilton’s immediate nose wrinkle.

“I feel you,” Hamilton agreed, “But I’m way too competitve for that. I guess that makes us a decent team, though.”

Aaron froze. “Uh, I didn’t mean that in a weird way,” Hamilton sputtered. “Sorry, sometimes I just say things awkwardly. I just meant we work out well like this, uh..”

They did work well together. In video games and in work- it was why they both covered the same shift, it may just be a coffee store but no one else worked so efficiently as a pair. Aaron was being an idiot. Soulmates didn’t mean they had to be together or anything, but it did mean something. He wouldn’t just ‘get over it’.

On the other hand, Hamilton was sure to hate him. It would be much safer to just wait for another time. If another time ever came.

“Hey, Hamilton?” Burr said, putting his controller down on the coffee table.

“You know you can call me Alex, but yea?”

Aaron reached over and grabbed Hamilton’s hand. “Um, wha-” Hamilton startled, and then stopped as if he was hearing something.

-Can you hear this?- Aaron sent out, tentatively.

-um- Aaron heard back. -ohmygodohmygod-is burr my soulmate-what the fuck i thought mysoulmate was dead- you fucking asshole what the fuck what the fuck-

Aaron grabbed his hand back. “I didn’t realize until recently”, he said, instead of explaining.

“Why didn’t you ever talk back? Why are you ignoring me no-” Hamilton cut himself off. “You need to touch hands, don’t you?”

Aaron nodded silently. Hamilton nodded, bouncing his leg in thought. “Of course! I touched your hand a couple weeks ago, and you’ve been werid since. Why do you need touch, though? I know I remembered talking to you when we were younger.”

That, Aaron didn’t have an explanation for. “I fell out of a tree when I was nine, got a bad concussion. We all thought it was a rare side effect, that I’d never be able to telecommunicate again.”

“Oh.” Hamilton said. Then, he swayed. “Ohhhh.” he fell against the couch. “Oh my god, you’re my soulmate.”

“Sorry,” Aaron said, not sure what else he should say. “If it makes you feel better, I felt very bad about likely making you think I was dead.”

Hamilton didn’t speak for a long moment, resting against the couch, leg shifting up and down furiously. “I never thought you were dead,” He said, finally. “I always hoped. Everyone else thought I was being stupid, though.”

“Sorry,” Aaron said again.

Hamilton’s eyes snapped open. “No! Don’t apologize!” He swung upright again, arms flailing. “You know what this means, right?!”

“Uh,” For the first time in a very long while, words failed Aaron.

“It means this!” With one swift motion, Hamilton’s hands darted forward, clasping Aaron’s.

-We can talk like this now! Like I’ve missed for so long! I have to work on not projecting everything like I’ve always done though-

-I suppose so- Aaron replied hesitantly, not sure what to do. This wasn’t the reaction he was expecting.

Hamilton smiled brightly, as if Aaron’s single telecommunicated sentence meant the world to him. -We should practice more!- He projected. -Maybe go out sometime, since I finally found you and all-unless you don’t- I mean- if you want to you don’t have to-dammit im word vomiting- forget i said-thought-anything oh my god-

-yes- Aaron cut off the torrent of thought. -I’d like that. Really.-

Hamilton’s smile was wide. The grin of a soulmate. Aaron smiled back.

The Hardest Target Chapter 15

Art by @cjjingram as is the title! 

So after a very long delay I thought I’d see if anyone was still interested in reading this fic…

Read it here or on AO3

Chapter 15: Love Conquers Fear

Minutes felt like long, unending hours as Sara’s rage grew and, Laurel’s silence becoming overwhelming. John felt the news should have been delivered long ago but, Lance felt that Felicity’s intent had been clear. They’d agreed that if the time came they’d reveal her true intentions however both secretly hoped that she’d reveal them herself. 

“Why didn’t you just tell us the truth from the start dad?” Laurel muttered from her small corner of Felicity’s hospital room. 

Frowning he replied, “She knew how he’d react, she was counting on them waking up sooner…” His voice dropped another octave when he muttered, “She thought the bond was stronger than this…” 

Four pairs of eyes flew to the small broken woman hidden beneath layers of machines and harsh white fabric. Each of them saw the angry, puffy red line along her neck. Each of them saw her chest still rising and falling in time with the beeps of the machines. Each saw their own worst nightmare coming to life but, it was Sara who saw the truth. 

“She hid the truth because she knew him, she knew them…” she echoed somberly. 

Laurel’s head tilted upward, “Sara don’t be dumb she didn’t know this.” 

Sara’s small shrug and hearty laugh made both men’s skin prickle with an almost eerie sense of remembrance. “You don’t remember them Laurel, you didn’t see them as children. Oliver was many things I’m sure but, Felicity was his anchor.” 

Lance’s broken soul felt a small shred of light tearing past his old, broken down gates. His daughter’s soft smile and Laurel’s confused brow made his heart nearly skip a beat. Just as his lips parted Sara glanced towards him. Their eyes locked and, their small smiles grew. “You were with them dad, you were with her as she clawed her way back to him. You know I’m right. Felicity wasn’t taking a stupid nor reckless chance she was taking a calculated one.” 

Sara’s soft smile faded into a fairly somber one when Lance replied back, “When she faked her death she told me right before the guards came for her that she saw him. She saw her Oliver staring out through those dead lifeless eyes. She knew then that the only way to bring him home was to…” 

“Trigger an emotional response,” Sara interrupted as Laurel added…

“You’re telling me that on some level she knows it’s him?” 

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The Way Of War

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 636

Ships: Kidge/Pieth/Keidge, Pidge/Keith (Pre-relationship, could be read as platonic.)

Fic Summary: A brief Mulan AU inspired by the saddest my favorite part of the movie. Very introspective. 

AN: I like this au for them so I might write more who knows. (Edit: Fixed some stuff now that I’m not exhausted.) 


“Sir…the General…”

Katie gazed at Keith as Hunk passed General Shirogane’s bloody helmet into his shaking hands. She clutched the doll she had found tighter as she thought, briefly, of how she would feel in his place. The helmet could easily have been her father’s, her brother’s, anyone related to the men standing around her. But it was Keith’s brother, his family, she knew that of all the people feeling lost in the wake of this blow, he was feeling it the worst.

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Dearest Friends & Followers
especially the ones following me because of my non stop Baahubali screaming, I have no cool seriously -_- )

There’s a reason for my lack of activity on tumblr the past couple of weeks — on top of being flooded with work, I WON A CONTEST BY PURE LUCK AND WILL MEET BAAHUBALI STARS TOMORROW !!!

Yes you heard me right… I’m meeting the two men we adore along with Shobu sir. Not Rajamouli sir or Anushka (our queen) and the rest of the team unfortunately, but it would be improper to look a gift horse in its mouth now.

So send me all the questions you have for Prabhas, Rana and Shobu sir and I might try my best to get them answered. It all depends on how long they stay for the event though so GO AHEAD!! Reblog this and add your questions along or feel free to leave them in my inbox :)

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anonymous asked:

Scorpius and Albus!! Being silly and messing around in the back of Professor Longbottom's Herbology class.

Lol. I had something else in mind for this at first that wouldn’t have made it so long, but then I thought of this and couldn’t stop myself…oops.

“This is sooo boring,” Albus whined to Scorpius while Professor Longbottom droned on about some plant that Albus couldn’t be bothered to care about.

Shh,” Scorpius hissed, listening intently, grasping on to every word Neville was saying. Scorpius had always really liked herbology.

Albus huffed and crossed his arms.

“Alright, you all can get in pairs and get to work now. Don’t be afraid to ask questions if you need help,” Neville told them cheerily.

Scorpius quickly got their supplies and set it all up.

“What are we supposed to do?” Albus asked and poked Scorpius in his side. Albus knew how ticklish he was there.

Scorpius squirmed away at the touch and shot the dark haired boy a glare.

“Maybe if you actually listened, you would know,” Scorpius bit out.

Albus chuckled a little. He knew Scorpius was still a little mad at him because of the night before. He kept bugging Scorpius while he was trying to work on his DADA homework, insisting that he cuddle with him. Scorpius finally gave in, therefore not having his assignment ready to turn in and the professor being very disappointed in him. 

He knew that now he was just annoying his boyfriend further, but kept it up because he loved to get Scorpius going.

“Oh, come on Scorp, stop being so grumpy,” he said and pressed a light kiss to his jaw before picking up a small amount of dirt from the bucket in front of him and wiping it on the blond’s cheek.

Scorpius let out a frustrated sigh, wiping the dirt from his face, but still focusing on the task at hand.

“Would you grow up, Albus?” He snapped.

Albus smirked.

He took the the entire bucket of dirt and dumped it over Scorpius’s head. Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at the pair, practically able to feel the anger radiating off of Scorpius.

“Boys,” Professor Longbottom began.

“Albus Severus Potter! I am going to kill you!” Scorpius yelled.

Albus knew that he should be a little scared; an angry Scorpius was never good. But he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his dirt-covered boyfriend. He looked ridiculous.

“You better wipe that fucking grin off your face,” Scorpius growled and made to lunge at Albus, but Neville quickly grabbed him from behind, stopping him.

“That’s enough you two,” he said, still trying to hold back Scorpius’s struggling body. “Albus, 10 points from Slytherin for not listening to a word I said during the lesson and dumping a bucket of dirt over your classmate’s head.”

What?!” Albus said incredulously.

“And Scorpius, another 10 from Slytherin for cursing in my class and trying to start a fight.”

“Whatever,” Scorpius mumbled and yanked himself free of Neville’s grip, but made no move toward Albus. He just plopped down in his seat and crossed his arms, scowl set on his face.

And, the two of you will come here tonight after dinner to clean up this mess.”

Scorpius’s head snapped back up to Neville at this.

“B-But sir! It’s not my fault! I didn’t make the mess! I-I have my first quidditch practice tonight, Professor, please!” Scorpius was begging now.

Albus’s heart lurched for his boyfriend. Scorpius had just gotten on the team this year, and Albus knew he wouldn’t want to make a bad first impression by missing the first practice. Now Albus felt bad.

“I’m sorry, Scorpius. I try to give my students chances and be lenient with punishments, but you two have been messing around in my class all term. You’re a very good student, but that doesn’t mean you get a free pass from consequences for your poor actions.” Neville looked like he was in pain from scolding two of his favorite students.

“Messing around?! Professor, I was just trying to work, but-”

“It was my fault, Professor. Scorpius really was just trying to do what you told us to, but I kept messing with him and he got angry. Which is understandable. Please don’t make him miss quidditch. I’ll come and clean this up myself.”

“Very well,” Neville sighed out, exhausted.

Class was then dismissed and everyone headed to the castle for dinner. Instead of going to the Great Hall, Scorpius went to take a shower to wash off all the dirt. Albus sighed, but let him go. He would talk to him when he got back from practice. He really did feel bad, he knew how much Scorpius hated getting and trouble. Albus didn’t think that Professor Longbottom would actually punish them. He’d never even taken a single point away from a student before.

Albus quickly ate dinner and then headed back down to the greenhouses to clean up the mess.

“I’m sorry again, sir. It really was all my fault. Please don’t be mad at Scorpius,” Albus said once he finished up.

Neville smiled at him.

“It’s okay, Al. I’m sorry for having to take away points, but I couldn’t keep letting you two get away with everything. People might start to realize that you guys are my favorites.” He winked. “And as for Scorpius, I’m not mad at him, or you either. But he is a Malfoy, you know. Short temper…gotta watch out for that.”

Albus smiled. 

“Yeah, I know. He’s just so fun to mess with.”

“Your dad was the same way with Draco.”

Albus laughed and said goodnight before making his way back up to the castle.

When he got back to his dorm, he saw that Scorpius was back from practice. He was sitting up in his bed reading. Albus noted that it was just a book to read for fun and not homework before speaking to him…he didn’t want to upset him by interrupting homework again.

“How was practice?” Albus asked softly as he approached his boyfriend.

“Fine,” Scorpius said flatly without looking up from his book.


“Albus why do you always have to get me going like that? You know it makes me angry, yet you do it anyway! I try to control my temper, but you just don’t stop!” Scorpius said, exasperated, and closed his book. He crossed his arms and pouted slightly, but still wasn’t looking at Albus.

Albus took a seat on Scorpius’s bed and took the blond into his arms, sitting him in his lap so he was facing him.

“I know, love. You’re just so easy to get worked up and it’s so cute when you do.” Albus leaned forward and kissed Scorpius’s pouting lips softly. “And I’m sorry for getting you in trouble. I didn’t mean to. I know you hate when Professors are upset with you, but Professor Longbottom said he’s not mad. He said you’re his favorite student.”

Scorpius’s eyes brightened at this.


Albus chuckled.

“Well, along with me. But yes, really.”

Scorpius smiled and wrapped his arms around Albus’s neck.

“Okay…I forgive you.”

“Fantastic,” Albus said and gave Scorpius a proper kiss.

Scorpius pulled away blushing and buried his face into Albus’s chest.

Albus chuckled and picked up Scorpius’s book from the bed-side table and began to read to his boyfriend. After a few pages, Albus felt Scorpius’s breathing even out and he knew he was sleeping. He closed the book and pressed a kiss to his forehead before untangling Scorpius’s arms from around him and tucking him into his bed.

Yes, Sir

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Pairings: Dom!John x reader

Warnings: SMUT, SO MUCH SMUT, Dom/Sub dynamic, spanking (with a belt), language, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys), hair pulling, slight Daddy!Kink (really slight the words Daddy Winchester is said like 3 times), Praise!Kink, discipline and punishment, John is a Dom as mother fucker (I think that should always be a warning)

Word count: 3,341 (sorry, not sorry. This thing got away from me)

A/N: This all started with me torturing my friend @winchesterswoonathon on Skype and it kind of snowballed. This is my first ever John fic, it is also my first ever Dom/Sub fic, I hope you enjoy it. Special shout out to @mysupernaturalfics and @nichelle-my-belle for reading over it while I was writing it and keeping me from driving myself crazy. Thank you to @winchesterswoonathon for being my beta for this filthy smut.

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John comes up behind you, you smell him before you feel his touch on your skin, his musk mixing so well with the smell of the leather jacket usually draping his broad shoulders. He wraps  his strong arms around your waist, his hands barely sliding under your tank top as he leans down and brushes your hair away from your ear before he whispers, “Have you been a good girl today, Princess?”

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Happy Valentine’s day Cas & Dean. 

“What are you having?” Dean asked, curiously cocking his head at Castiel.

Cas frowned at him from across the table.

“I’m not sure yet, Dean.” He mused, biting his lower lip in that way that Dean found more than a little endearing. “There’s so much, I have no idea what to choose.”

Dean chuckled; human Cas discovering his preferences in food was a rather entertaining journey. By now, Cas had learned what to pick at the cheap diners where they usually stopped while on the road, but a fancy restaurant such as this one was a whole different story.

Also, they weren’t on a case. Or on the road even. Dean had dragged Castiel here for a reason. Cas had been confused at first, asking why Sam wasn’t joining them, staying behind at the bunker instead. But not even Sam’s knowing smile had managed to tip the former angel off, much to Dean’s relief.

Which left Dean with only one thing to do; confessing to Cas why exactly they were here tonight, together. He nervously shifted in his seat, glancing around the room as Castiel continued to study the menu. Valentine’s day decorations were everywhere; red and pink hearts, cupids, arrows, red roses, candles, the whole shebang. Dean took another large sip of his wine, hoping that some alcohol would help him to man up.

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