nevermind i found out what it is

((Zombie apocalypse AU prompts because I have a mighty need.

  • Person A and Person B are having the time of their lives beating in undead skulls while Person C is understandably concerned for their mental health but stays anyway because they’re really good at killing zombies.
  • “How the flying fuck do you think this is fun if you weren’t basically a zombie killing machine I would leave your crazy ass.”
  • “I swear I don’t have a skin disease this is just the mother of all sunburns there is no more sunscreen left on this planet.”
  • Person A gets hurt severely and Person B and C mow down a hoard to get them to safety.
  • Bonus points if skittish Person C does the most damage through sheer devotion and impresses everyone.
  • “I FOUND RUNNING WATER–wait. Nevermind, it’s not water.”
  • “I never liked Spam but holy shit I never thought canned mystery meat would taste this good after not eating for three days.”
  • Person A: “You go in.” Person B: “I’m not going in, you go in.”
  • This goes on for several hours. Person C is beyond done and goes in instead.
  • Person A: “I wonder if zombies have the right idea and people taste great.” Person B: “What the fuck, man? No.” Person A: “What if we taste like bacon?” Person C: “If you make bacon out of me, I will give you food poisoning through pure spite.”
  • Person A, B and C all huddling for warmth by a dumpster fire full of dead zombies.
  • “I am armed with a shopping cart and I won’t hesitate, bitch.”
  • Person A actually killing zombies with a shopping cart of all things. B and C are very impressed.
  • “If we have to eat canned soup again, I will legitimately vomit that’s all we’ve eaten for two weeks straight

))

have you seen her?

Originally posted by teenwxlves

pairings: reader x stiles stilinski.

warnings: meh, a bit angsty, some smut. nothing much. 

a/n: I wasn’t going to publish it in the first place, it was just going to be a little thing I did for my precious bee, @dylan-trash-tbh, however, I though I would risk it and post it. I really hope you all enjoy it!! 

ps.: you might have some characteristics that don’t belong to you, because, as I said, I made this especially to bee and now I’m sharing. haha

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Storms (Post CACW ThunderIron)

Welcome to the story! Grab some tissues! God the angst in this fic is going to be killer guys, there’s your warning.

If you’d like to be tagged in additional chapters, drop me a like or a reblog!

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Seriously though, tissues!
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Thor was excited to be home, excited to be back at the compound with all his friends. He had been gone for so long, dealing with Asgard and everything had gone so wrong so suddenly…

Well anyway, he was relieved to be away from Asgard. He was ready for Tony’s ridiculous movie nights, and Clint’s haphazard breakfast creations, and sparring with Captain, and trading war stories with Natasha. He was looking forward to spending time with Bruce, the quiet scientist with a wicked sense of humour that was matched only by Tony’s cutting wit.

He was even looking forward to the mission debriefings, where Tony and Steve inevitably fought and bickered, and Tony usually ended up storming off in some grand fashion, the color high in his cheeks, dark eyes sparking dangerously.

The genius was beautiful in something of a delicate way, and Thor had always had a hard time keeping himself from staring. Tony was not a large man by any means, but his passion for whichever cause he was engaged in was unparalleled. Thor loved to sit and watch him talk, to watch him work, to watch him—

Thor just liked to watch Tony, period. And if he were honest, it took most of his self control to only watch, because Thor would love to see Tony flushed and passionate spread out across a large bed and bathed in firelight. In fact, he was sure Tony would look more beautiful like that than any other way. Of course, they had never had any time to discuss or explore any of those things, but now that Thor was back again, perhaps in between missions he and the soft haired genius could spend real time together, and Thor would get the chance to tell him how he felt.

So when Thor landed in front of the Avengers compound with a crack of lightning and a ground shaking boom of thunder, burning the pattern of the bifrost into the lawn, he was caught up in his thoughts and didn’t notice that the grass was brown and dead, that there were no vehicles parked in the driveway.

Too intent on seeing Tony, on giving the man a hug, on hearing that light hearted laugh, it wasn’t even until he was striding through the halls towards the common area, holding Mjolnir lightly in one hand, and calling for the team that he realized that most of the lights weren’t even on. The rooms were locked up, the windows dirty, the few plants wilted from neglect.

The compound was…silent, and Thor stopped uneasily at the door to the common room, noting that even though the room had been repaired since the fight with Ultron, it looked like it hadn’t been touched in months.

“Hello?” he called, and his deep voice echoed through the empty building. “Hello?”

“Thor.”

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  • Naegi: *comes home with all the members of SHSL Despair* Kirigiri-san! Look what I found! Can we keep them!?!
  • Kirigiri: *spits out coffee* Naegi! Go put those back where you found them!!!
  • Naegi: .....I'm keeping them.
Preference: You Steal Their Clothes

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Warnings: Cursing and allusions to sex

Rick Grimes

“Y/n, is that my shirt?” Asked Rick as you walked into your shared cell in the prison block. You looked down, realizing that is actually was his shirt. Not thinking about it earlier that morning, you had put it on before going out to the fence for walker control.

“Uh, yes. It is.” You reply awkwardly as Rick raked his eyes across your body. “You can have it back if you want,” you say, reaching to pull it off.

“No, it’s fine. You can keep it. It looks good on you.” Then Rick smirks. “On second thought, you’re right. Take it off. It would look better on the floor.”

Negan

Negan had gone to Alexandria for a few days to gather supplies and try to shut down any rebellious behavior, leaving you all alone in the large room the two of you usually shared. For once, he had forgotten to grab his signature leather jacket, leaving it laying on the back of a chair just begging for you to try it on.

You put on the jacket although it was much too big for you, enjoying as Negan’s scent surrounded you and invaded your nose. You sighed, a wave of longing rushing over you as you thought of Negan. It had only been a couple of days, but after being used to seeing him every day you missed him. Real bad.

As if answering your thoughts, the door to the room swung open, revealing the love of your life standing there with Lucille on his broad shoulder.

“Honey, I’m home,” said Negan sarcastically, scanning the room before his eyes landed on you. He smiled immediately at how adorable you were. The sleeves of his jacket went plenty past your hands, and you must not have known how to properly zip the thing because somehow it had become crooked.

“So,” you said slowly. “You’re home early.”

“Well, I wanted to come home and surprise you. And damn, it looks like you’ve been missing me anyway.” Said Negan with a smirk.

“Yea, I did.” You replied, not even bothering to deny or beat around the bush.

“You look fucking fuckable in my clothes. You should wear them more often.” Said Negan as he held you in his arms, pressing you against his firm chest.

“Well then I guess I will.”

Daryl Dixon

When Daryl got into the shower, leaving his sleeveless leather jacket in his bedroom, you couldn’t help but put it on. After being friends for years, you had developed a crush on the man and no way in hell were you going to deny yourself the one chance you had to wear his clothes without him knowing.

You put on the jacket although it was a bit large, turning around in the mirror to admire the wings on the back. So absorbed in the rush of putting on the garment, you didn’t hear the water stop. You also didn’t hear a certain someone’s feet padding back to their bedroom. You did, however, hear somebody slam into the doorframe.

“Shit Y/n, what are ya doin’ in here?” Asked Daryl, using one hand to rub his shoulder, and the other to hold up the towel wrapped around his waist. You blushed deeply and turned around, shielding your eyes with your hand although you were tempted to turn back around to face him.

“I, uh, just wanted to ask you if you wanted to go on that three-day run with me. If you come, I don’t have to bring Spencer.” You said awkwardly, embarrassed that he had caught you. Hopefully, this wasn’t enough for him to catch on to your feelings for him.

“Of course, that guys an ass. But first, is that my jacket?” He asked intrigued, although he obviously already knew the answer.

“Yea. I’m sorry, it was just sitting there and I-”

“Don’t apologize.” He said. “It looks cute on you.” You froze. Did Daryl just flirt with me? The Daryl Dixon? “And Y/n, you can turn back around now.”

You turned to see that he had put a pair of jeans on, but his chest he had left bare. This wasn’t the first time you had seen Daryl shirtless, but it still made your face blush profusely. Quickly shrugging off the jacket and handing it to him, you walked out of the room.

Is there any chance he likes me back?

Glenn Rhee

Rummaging through your closet in Alexandria that you shared with your husband for a pair of clean shoes, you found an old treasure. Holding it up you smiled, memories of how you met Glenn leaving Atlanta flooding your mind. He was wearing this hat then, and for months you were almost certain that he slept in it too. You didn’t know why he quit wearing it; but if he wasn’t going to, it might as well get some use.

“Glenn!” You yelled at your husband happily after searching the town. He excused himself politely from his conversation with Eugene, rushing over to you.

“Y/n, you found my hat!” He said with a smile. 

“Yes, I did.” You said, returning the smile. “Is there any reason it was hidden at the bottom of our closet?”

“No, it just ended up there after I quit wearing it I guess. That thing hasn’t gotten to see the light of day in a while.” Glenn bent down to kiss you, but only succeeded in bumping his face against the bill of the cap. “Y/n, don’t get me wrong. You look absolutely adorable right now. But if I can’t kiss you, you can’t get to comfortable with this hat.”

Abraham Ford

Sitting in the train car at Terminus, there wasn’t a whole lot to protect you from the outside temperatures. Through the drilled-in airholes, both hot and cold air seeped in. As the weather got colder, the train car followed suit. As someone that got cold rather easily, this was a problem for you. However, being in such a confined space meant that you could not hide the fact that you were cold very easily.

“Darlin’, I know you want to be tough and all. But you look like you are fucking freezing.” Said Abraham. You huffed, looking down at your feet . No point in denying the obvious.

“Yes, Abe. I’m cold. But what do you want me to do about it? I’m sorry, but we haven’t exactly got many options in here.” You say snappily, rubbing your arms in an attempt to warm up.

“Well, I actually have a jacket with my if you want it.” He said, rather soft compared to his normal tone which was quite out of character for him.

“But Abraham, I didn’t even know you before we got trapped in here together. Isn’t that a it forward?” You say teasingly.

“Well baby, I’m all about being forward with pretty women.” He said in reply, making you blush.

“Then don’t take this the wrong way, but could I borrow it? I don’t usually do this but it doesn’t seem like a bad offer.” You say quietly.

“Well sure baby. If you don’t usually do this, then I guess I’m the luckiest guy in the world.” He says with a smirk, ending a great start to a beautiful friendship and relationship.

Carl Grimes

Y/n, have you seen my-” Said Carl, walking into the room. “Nevermind.” he said as he found what he was looking for, right there on your head. His sheriff’s hat his dad had given him at the farm.

“Looking for something, Grimes?” You ask teasingly,smiling up at your boyfriend.

“Well I was, but you look way cuter than I do in it. Keep the hat for a while L/n, it suits you.” And with a smirk, Carl was back out the door again.

King Ezekiel

Y/n,” said your husband Ezekiel as he entered your shared bedroom. “Is that my coat that you are wearing?”

You laughed in return, smiling and nodding your head. He giggled back, smiling wide. Although a bit childish, his reaction made your heart melt at how cute he was.

“Well my dear, you look absolutely stunning as always.” He said, smiling and wrapping his arms around your frame. “But I need our help in the garden. We don’t know what to do with the onions, they weren’t planted deep enough and we can see small ones popping through the dirt.”

“Well, we can’t have any tiny onions popping through, can we?” You respond with a giggle.

“Y/n, my queen, I adore you.”

“I adore you too my king.”

Paul “Jesus” Rovia

“How could you do this?” Said Jesus, feigning sadness. 

“I’m so sorry boo. But I had to.” You say in return, also feigning solemnity.

“How could you steal my beanie, Y/n?” He says, trying hard to not break and crack a smile.

“Because it just looks so cute on me. See?” You say, smiling and pointing at yourself. At this, Paul couldn’t help but mile at how adorable you were.

“Well, I can’t argue with that logic.”

“Damn right you can’t.”

Dwight

Dwight-y boy, I saw that girl of yours today.” Said Negan, walking up to Dwight in the hallway.

“Oh?” Said Dwight, confused as to why Negan was bringing you up. 

“Yea. So did you guys fuck last night?” Asked Negan, not bothering who heard what he was saying. Dwight nearly choked.

“What!?” He asked, stunned and confused.

“She was wearing one of your fucking shirts. I assume she stayed the night at your place then, so logically you guys ‘did the dirty’,” said Negan, making lewd gestures with his hands.

“Woah, no way Negan. Nothing like that. We were watching a movie and she crashed on the couch.” Replied Dwight.

“Well that’s a shame, she’s hot as shit.” Said Negan, reminding Dwight of what happened with Sherry and making his blood boil. Looking past Negan’s words, Dwight calmed himself down.

“Was she really wearing my shirt?” Asked Dwight, as you had left before he woke up this morning.

“Hell yes, Dwight. So you better make a fucking move, or I will.” Said Negan, raising his eyebrows.

“You can fucking count on it boss.”

Simon

Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” Asked Simon, eyeing you as you walked out of the bathroom.

“Oh, what ever could you mean?” You teased playfully, playing with the hem of his button-up that you had layered over your t-shirt.

“I think you’ve got an idea.” He said, smirking. “You look real hot though, so you’d better wear that thing all day.” Simon pulled you towards him, grabbing your ass and getting close to your ear, whispering, “this way everybody knows that you belong to me.”

Merle Dixon

“Well shit girl, you’re lookin’ damn fine today.” Said Merle as he looked you up and down, taking in how sexy all of your curves looked today. “Say, where’d you get that shirt?”

“Your drawer.” You said nonchalantly, knowing that the sight of you in his t-shirt and panties in the morning was making him excited.

“Well, I might just have to tell the governor that I’m going to be a bit late today so that I can teach you a lesson about stealing my stuff.” Said Merle, pressing up behind you, making your breath hitch. You felt how excited he was, exciting yourself even more.

“Well then, I guess you’ll just have to show me how bad I’ve been then.”

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Bargaining

“Jasper’s party is tonight,” Clarke reminded him.  

Bellamy topped off her travel mug and then poured the rest of the coffee into his own.  “I’ll be there right after Debate practice ends,” he promised and kissed her cheek.  “I’ll hope for nothing more exciting for you than a couple of broken bones.”

Clarke laughed and fished her car keys out of the bowl.  “Fingers crossed,” she said, and then with another chaste kiss she was out the door.

It was a day like any other— mundane and uneventful, but comfortable.  Jasper’s birthday party at the restaurant, followed by Clarke falling asleep nestled in his arms.  The next day was much the same, and the next, and the next.  Bellamy couldn’t remember ever feeling so happy or so safe, so content to simply wake up each morning next to her and fall asleep with her each night.  

He was leaving work when his phone beeped with a voicemail.  He pressed it to his ear and was rewarded with a burst of static and Clarke’s voice, muffled as if from a great distance.  “Three years…” she said faintly.  The message went on, just disjointed bursts of words.  He couldn’t make heads or tails of it, and when he got home Clarke shrugged.

“Must have been a glitch; an old one popping back up.  Maybe from our three year anniversary?” she said, and he didn’t have a better explanation, so he nodded and pulled her to him for a long, languid kiss.

He was happy.  

A problem with his phone was nothing.

Three days later— or maybe a week, it was hard to remember, exactly— he got another strange voicemail.  More static, more jumbles of words and phrases that made no sense.  “Madi…the bunker…rubble…home.”  Clarke seemed more puzzled by this one, but when she pronounced his phone haunted he couldn’t help but laugh.  She laughed into his mouth and then her hand found his cock and he forgot all about cryptic messages and a phone that needed to be replaced.

The third message was harder to ignore.  Clarke sounded upset, like she’d been crying.  “Five years,” she kept saying, over and over again.  “Five years,” and “you said you’d come back.”

Clarke didn’t even look up from the pot of spaghetti.  “Just get a new one. Clearly that one’s broken,” she said.

“Pay no attention to it.” A brunette he had never seen before appeared in the corner of the kitchen, her head tilted and her hands clasped in front of her.

Bellamy jumped.  “Who the fuck are you?” he said, but when Clarke looked up, she’d disappeared.  

“What’s wrong?” Clarke asked, concern written all over her face.

“Didn’t you see her?”

“See who?”

“That woman.  The woman who—” Clarke silenced him with a kiss and pulled his forehead down to rest on hers.

“I think we need a vacation,” she said, running her hands up and down his arms.  “You’re stressed.”

Bellamy breathed her in and nodded, so relieved to have her in his arms he decided he didn’t care he was hallucinating.

Clarke on the beach was a sight to behold.  She loved the sun and the water and he loved the way she looked in her blue bikini, sunglasses pushed up into her hair while she laughed.  The sand stuck to his back and she leaned down to kiss him, her hair falling around them like a curtain.  She smelled like salt and sand and sex, and his hands roamed her body because it was just the two of them and the waves.  There no one else to worry about, no wars to win, no battles to fight.

Static blared in his ear.  “…if you’re alive…2,199 days…praimfaiya…”  Bellamy slammed on his brakes. The brunette was back, sitting calmy in the passenger seat and completely unperturbed by the fact that she’d appeared out of thin air.  The last thing he remembered was the beach, Clarke’s lips on his and her body wrapped around him desperately.  But now he was driving to work, cars behind him honking frantically.  

“Pay no attention to that,” the woman said calmly.  Bellamy stared at her and she stared back, unblinking.  There was something familiar about her movements and the robotic way she spoke, but he was sure he had never seen her before that moment in the kitchen.  It called to mind Raven, somehow, but Raven Reyes was fierce and warm, not cold and calculating.  

The honking grew to a crescendo and he started driving again, stealing looks at the unnaturally still woman in his car.  “Who are you?”

“I’m no one, Bellamy,” she said in what was clearly supposed to be a soothing voice.

More static.  “Where is that coming from?” he asked.  He missed a turn to to the school and then suddenly realized he hadn’t— it was two blocks away, just like always.

“It’s nothing,” she replied.  “Just a relic of the past.”

“…safe for you to come back for over a year now.  Why haven’t you?” Clarke asked, her voice loud in his ear.  Bellamy jerked the wheel and his car went up over the curb, slamming into a tree.  Suddenly new memories flooded him, of driving through ash in a hazmat suit; of Clarke smiling weakly at him; of crashing into a tree and a fierce fight with arrows and fists.

None of it made sense, but then all of it did.

The dropship.  The grounders.  Mount Weather.  A hug so tight he thought his heart would break, and then more pain, more heartbreak, more battles and scars and wars.  A wave of radiation sweeping inexorably towards them all.  Clarke was beside him for all of it, until she wasn’t.

“I still have hope,” Clarke said, and the world around Bellamy melted away.

Metal walls replaced trees and sun, silence replaced the rumble of cars and chatter of children walking to school.  An engine hummed and Bellamy sat up, back on the Ark.  Clarke’s voice sounded from the radio, clear and steady and alive.  “The rest of the world basically sucks,” she said, and Bellamy’s lips curved into a grin in spite of everything.

He blinked and was back in his car, the engine smoking and the brunette sitting placidly next to him.  The sun poured in, impossibly bright, and she tilted her head curiously.  “Leave it,” she ordered him.  “This is better.”

Bellamy felt like he was swimming through quicksand.  The world kept flickering back and forth— metal and silence and space, sunshine and cacophony and earth, one into another.  The only constant was her.

ALIE.

That was who it had to be.  And that was why he didn’t recognize her but remembered her mannerisms. He had seen them before, but from Raven that day at Niylah’s.  “Clarke’s alive?” he asked ALIE.

The ark solidified around him once again and he touched his cheek, finding it full of stubble.  ALIE clasped her hands.  “She is.  But likely not for long.  The odds of surviving are—”

Bellamy ran for the radio but the world shifted and he was back on the ground in a life he had imagined but never really lived.  He was in the bedroom he shared with Clarke, her clothes strewn across the floor and her scent lingering like she had just left the room.  

He rounded on ALIE.  “Let me go,” he demanded.

“It’s better here,” ALIE said instead.  “I can make you happy.  No more fear, no more loss.”

“Clarke. is. alive,” he growled.  “What did you do?  How did you do this?”

She waved her hand.  “I was locked up here for months before you came.  Re-engineering the algae farms with my code was child’s play.”

“Let me go,” he ordered again.  “Clarke’s down there.  I can’t—”

“You can’t ever have the life you want down there,” ALIE countered.  They were back on the ark, the earth hanging just outside the window.  “Stay here, and you can.  Stay here, and you can live in peace with Clarke by your side. That’s what you want, isn’t it?  If you go down, she could already be dead before you arrive.  Could die the next day.  You could die in the attempt.  The outcomes are poor, no matter what.  But I can offer you happiness, Bellamy Blake.  Happiness, and Clarke.”

A lever appeared before him.  It was identical to the lever in Mount Weather, the lever that made him into a monster.  A sick joke, he figured, and set his jaw.  ALIE looked at the lever and something like fear flashed behind her eyes.  “I pull this, you disappear, right?” he asked.

“I do.  And so does that life.  You were happy there, Bellamy.  Let me make you happy.”

Bellamy looked out at the ground.  Clarke was there, waiting for him, but ALIE was right— she might not make it until he could get back.  He might not make it back.  And even if they both survived, there was no guarantee of happiness or peace.  It was uncertainty and pain, and the life he had in the City of Light was predictable and comfortable.  It was easy in a way Bellamy’s life had never been and never would be, if he pulled the lever.  His heart yearned for that life, for the peace he found with Clarke.  He reached out but his hand wavered, remembering how good it felt to fall asleep, safe by her side.

“Nevermind, I see you,” Clarke said. The hope in her voice wrapped around his heart, reminding him of who he was and what he wanted.  

And he pulled the damn lever.

Whatta Man

For the Drabble Game can i do Jooheon with the song ‘Whatta Man’ by i.o.i?

Disclaimer: I don’t own gifs/ images used.

Originally posted by jookyun

Jooheon had always considered himself a good person, really. He hardly tells lies, and when he does, they’re to make people feel much better. He cares relentlessly about his members, and he never actually punches the dog that barks constantly during stupid hours of the night - however tempting.

But when he laid eyes on you for the first time, he wondered what Godly figure had decided he was worthy of such an angel. Maybe that was the alcohol talking, but he had decided you were the most beautiful being he had ever seen in his entire existence and he existed.

The room almost felt hotter with you in it, the alcohol tasted more sweet on his tongue. The bar was full of people; pretty girls, his band mates, gorgeous men, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you.

Your friend nudged you, directing her eyes towards him. You looked at him. He decided that your full profile was even more delicate and romantic. He imagined walking over and sweeping you off your feet like any good prince in a fairytale. Instead he smiled at you from afar, hoping his stare was inviting and not intimidating.

Before he could even think of getting up to go and talk to you, you had already stumbled over. His lips curled at how adorable you looked even though you were clearly already heavily under the influence of the intoxicating liquid.

“Hey, are you doing okay?” He asked, reaching out to place his palms around your lower arms so you could stable yourself from falling.

“I’m fantastic, actually.” You told him, slurring a little at your words. He chuckled.

“Here, let me help you onto a stool.” He got down from his stool so he could wrap his arms around your waist and hoist you onto a stool that was backed against the wall so you’d have support for your back. Once you were safely in the seat he called the bartender for a glass of water.

“Water?” You enquired. “You straight edge?”

“No, but you’re going to have a killer headache tomorrow unless you take care of yourself now. I think you’ve probably had a lot to drink.”

“Way too much.” You agreed, laughing.

“Any reason why?” Jooheon questioned .

“Boyfriend cheated on me so my friends decided I should come out and get drunk. I feel good now, but the alcohol is only numbing the pain for a while. All the emotions will come flooding back tomorrow.”

Jooheon found himself wondering how anyone could cheat in the first place, nevermind on someone like you. “Your asshole of an ex isn’t worth your time.”

“Whatta good man.” You smiled, shoving his shoulder lightly.

“What do you mean?” He asked, smiling.

“You. you’re a good guy.”

He smiled, “I could take good care of you.”

You laughed, sliding over your phone. “Punch your number in, will you?”

He didn’t need telling twice.

Scary Movie

Requested: Hii, i was wondering if you could do one where y/n and shawn goes to see a scary movie even though she’s terrified of horror movies. y/n gets scared but she trys to hide it but shawn notices. so shawn pulls her close to him and she hides her face into his shoulder/chest. if that makes any sense 😂. thank you also i just wanted to say i loveeeeee your writing!

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“Baby,” You say, tugging on Shawn’s hand while you’re both standing in the line to purchase your movie tickets. He turns his attention to you, so you say softly, “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

You see the disappointment in his eyes, even though he won’t show it on his face. You immediately regret what you said and take it back. “Nevermind.” You tell him. You know that he’s been looking forward to watching this movie with you ever since he found out he’d be home right around the time it was released in theaters. Shawn’s always been a huge fan of horror movies, and you’ve always been terrified of them. Normally you try to avoid watching them, but knowing how much he loves them, and how much he loves getting to watch them with you by his side, you’ve given in to seeing this one with him tonight, and it isn’t fair for you to back out now. 

“You sure babe?” He questions, sensing your hesitancy, “We can just watch something else.” He offers.

“No, I want to watch it,” You reassure him. You’re just being dumb about it. It’s something that he’s been wanting to watch for a while, watching it with him is the least you can do. What is love if its not sitting through two hours of a movie that terrifies you just because the person you love wants to watch it and really wants you by his side when he does.

Fifteen minutes later, you’re sitting in the theater, with popcorn and redvines that Shawn bought for you. You’re trying not to freak yourself out because the movie hasn’t even started. “Are you okay?” Shawn asks you over the previews.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You respond. He intertwines your fingers with his as the movie starts.

Twenty mintutes later, you’re definitely not feeling so fine. Shawn’s hand has been securely in yours since the movie started, but now, you’re almost climbing on top of him in an attempt to be closer to him, hoping to use him to shield yourself from the fear you’re feeling. You know it’s just a movie, but you can’t help the way you react to horror movies and anything scary in general. Hiding your face in Shawn’s chest, you can feel him chuckle lightly at you. He wraps his arm around you, making you feel safe despite everything. You shut your eyes tightly, and you’re about to bring your hand up to your ear that isn’t pressed against Shawn’s chest because you don’t want to hear the sounds from the movie anymore, but before you can, his large hand gently presses against your ear muffling the sound, almost like he read your mind. You manage to relax into him despite the horror on the screen.  

The next thing you remember is being lightly shaken awake, “The movies over, babe.” Shawn says into your ear. And you open your eyes, suddenly realizing that you’re still in the theater and you must have fallen asleep. You stand up and stretch before gathering your things. You walk out of the theater hand in hand, “Thanks for coming with me babe, I know you didn’t want to.” He tells you. 

You just laugh, “I’m sorry I fell asleep.” 

He squeezes your hand, “I’m just glad you came.”

A woman is looking for a wedding cake topper. We just clearanced out a bunch of our wedding stuff to make room for some…. designer bullshit thing- whatever. No one really bought cake toppers from us anyway because the only reason you would do that here instead of at a wedding place is if you made the cake yourself, need a gag topper for a bachelorette party, or you are REALLY LAST MINUTE. 

But she needs one and we don’t have any in the usual place.

“I think we might have some in the clearance section,” I said, remembering that we’ve had one that’s been sitting in clearance even before we started clearing up that section. So I take her over there and look around for a bit. 

“I see Jesus, I guess I could use him.”

I have no idea what she’s talking about until she points to a little plastic king figurine from one of our toy sets. 

“That’s um…” She looks at me like if I attempt to correct her that she would correct me right back. “Nevermind.”

I found the cake topper wedged between a few other wedding things and she lets out a loud squeal of what I presume is meant to be joy, but at that pitch it’s very hard to tell. When her volume finally subsides, she takes it into her hands and says:

“Oh bless it, bless it! Look at what the Lord has Done. Look upon it and see how good The Lord is!”

And me.

My pagan ass. 

Is trying so hard to not snap back with- ah yes. The Lord. That’s who remembered the cake topper was in the clearance Aisle. Totally not the incredibly tired retail worker who has walked past it once a day for the past three weeks. 

Surely, this is The Lord’s Doing. 

The Lord REALLY wanted you to spend $15 on a cake topper. 

And that is why he sent me, godless heathen, to this very aisle. 

Every day. 

So that you could get your topper. 

Sure. 

Wicked Witch of the Breast (Halloween TG): 2016 caption
*Beep beep beep* The sun rose as the loud obnoxious alarm clock rang in the early morning alerting Damian it was time for the big night. It was Halloween weekend and Damian was ready to impress the ladies with his physique he’d worked on so hard for this night. Damian was a very self-centered man only caring about his body and sleeping with attractive women, outside of those two things he was a bully that relished in hurting the less fortunate. In his spare time when he wasn’t being a jerk or admiring himself in the mirror he was drinking beers with his former frat brother Sam, Sam was a more mild mannered version of Damian often having to stop him when he took the jokes too far. The two were such close friends that they had decided to match costumes as Batman and Superman, Damian of course being the muscle head wanted to be Superman to only boast his pompous attitude more. After a few more minutes of laying in bed he eventually shut the alarm clock off and got up rubbing his face in exhaustion before reaching back and feeling a soft pillow in his hand that was followed by a light moan. “Oh, you’re still here?” “I never said anything about staying over lady get the hell out.” Damian said only to be met with a slap as the beautiful woman got up and gathered her things slamming the door as she did so. “Ha what a bitch,” Damian snickered rubbing his cheek, “let’s see where this dipshit is at now,” he said grabbing his cell to call Sam.

“Sam where the fuck are you bro we need to start getting everything together I still need to get a few bottles and need help moving the attic around,” Damian said in a sarcastic manner, “Sorry bud i’m with my girl right now I will meet with you after but you’re gonna have to do the attic on your own,” Sam said before saying bye. “Ugh fine i’ll do it myself not like theirs much anyhow,” he said annoyed Sam had bailed on him, Damian wasn’t a fan of his girlfriend or any sort of attachments between a man and woman it disgusted him. He stretched his bulky arms out as he got up letting out a loud yawn, he made his way to the attic opening the door and taking in the musty smell of forgotten items. “Damn this place is like a tomb,” he said making his way through the cobwebs and occasional wooden beams until he got to the back and found an old chest. He had never seen it before but he had never gone through the attic much either so he wasn’t entirely surprised to find the chest, what did catch him off guard though was that it was chained. The padlock was half the size of the chest and had weird carvings all around it with a pentagram in the center, “whoa this looks like some ancient times stuff,” he said as he lifted the lock.

When he touched the chest shook suddenly making him jump back, he shook it off as a rat scurrying by disturbed by his movement as he began to fiddle with the chest again. The symbols seemed to look like women, very curvy women by the shape of them and in the center was what appeared to be a man, “wow this guy probably got lots of ass,” Damian said with a chuckle. The keyhole was rather large and round in shape not looking like an ordinary lock that made him curious, slowly he inserted his finger as the lock emitted a bright purple light blinding him as he fell back. “Whoa this is intense,” he said catching his breath rising to his feet, the lock completely disappeared and a sudden burning feeling hit Damian making him yelp in pain. He removed his shirt thinking a spider was on him but was instead greeted by what looked like the same seal on the lock only now where the man stood in the center a voluptuous woman had taken his place. “What the fuck is this shit?!” Damian said trying to scratch it off his body but when he touched it he felt a pleasure surge through him that made him cringe and fall to his knees. “God…what was that?” he said panting feeling his crotch stain with his pre-cum, not having any other solution he approached the chest hoping to find an answer.

Inside the chest he found jars holding various body parts that had been preserved and a book in the center with a large black necklace that glimmered like a diamond in the night. He ignored the necklace and reached for the book wiping the dust off of it and opening it, the language was all foreign and nothing he could understand except for the writing on the cover. “Speak the words and witness the power,” Damian said as he read along with the writing, as he looked over to the other side he found another small inscription he could make out. “Release…the power, release the wicked, free the beast and reap your just…rewards?” he said as the house began to shake and Damian kneeled down trying not to get hit by falling objects. “What the fuck an earthquake?!” he shouted as the book began to float and the purple light blinded him again.

He woke up on his couch to the sound of Sam knocking on the door, “oh shit I must’ve…did that just…nevermind, coming hold up!” Damian shouted as he walked to the door. He reached for the door handle but stopped and stared at his nails, they were neatly trimmed and purple, “uhh what?” he said before Sam knocked again. Unsure why his nails were painted he opened the door and let his friend in to be greeted by a light slug to the shoulder, “oww what the hell?” he said annoyed. “Dude i’ve been out here for ten minutes haha let’s get this going get dressed, I got your bottles for you by the way to save us time.” Sam said as Damian looked at his nails quickly noticing they were back to normal. “Weird…” he muttered under his breath as he made his way upstairs and grabbed his outfit, as he slid it on he noticed it was slightly baggier. “This fit me perfect the first time what the hell?” he grimaced thinking he had been jipped or the outfit had somehow stretched when he washed it, as he slid it up over his chest he let out a yelp feeling it rub his nipples. They felt incredibly sensitive to the point it made him get erect, “something isn’t right here…” he said beginning to wonder if he hadn’t dreamed of a book and an earthquake a little while ago. He ignored it as he remembered where he was headed, “fuck that noise it’s time to get laid whoop!” he cheered as he made his way downstairs so they could head out.

“Dude nice contacts, a little not like Superman though…” Sam said making Damian look in the mirror, his normal shade of blue eyes were now a deep yellow that nearly glowed as he stared deep into them. “Bro…I think something happ-” he said being cut off by his phone ringing, it was his date for the night informing him she was already headed to the party. “Fuck we have to hurry let’s go,” Damian said running out the door locking it behind him as they sped off to the party. “So wanna finish that story you were mentioning?” Sam asked in concern, “naa it was nothing man don’t worry,” Damian said looking at his eyes in the mirror still seeing them as yellow as ever. They got to the party and carried in their bottles greeting their friends along the way as they set the items down on the table, “hey i’ll be right back i’m gonna go find Kelly,” Damian said leaving Sam to unpack the stuff. He scoured the bottom floor before going upstairs to find her and it was then that it came back, the same familiar jolt of pleasure when he had touched his chest. He held the rail of the stairs as he locked up trying not to catch any attention he bit his lip hard holding in what would have been a loud moan. He hurried upstairs to the bathroom where he ran into Kelly.

“Hey babe!” she said hugging him, “wow you smell nice almost like cherries, and those eyes wow so hawt” she said as she let go. Where Kelly lacked in IQ she made up for in having a ridiculous frame, her breasts and ass easily made up half of her body weight as she pulled her pink tube top back up. “Like it? I’m like, a barbie hehe.” she said squeezing her cleavage together making him sweat, he was unbearably horny he almost couldn’t stop himself from wanting to jump her then and there. “I-I need to use the bathroo-” he said before Kelly cut him off, “babe like your hair, did it get longer?” she said confused twirling her long blonde hair. He looked in the mirror and shrieked in a high pitch voice making him cover his mouth, his hair was growing and turning purple, he shoved her out of the way and ran to the bathroom locking the door. He washed his face staring in the mirror as the music from the party drowned out the noise, he felt hot and he was sweating profusely, naturally this caused him to remove his top half of the outfit.

The symbol he had seen early was still on his chest and it was glowing bright while the symbols were moving in rhythm to his quickening heartbeat. The sound of his pulse drowned out the noise and he held his head and began to curse, “what the fuck is happeniiiiing?” he moaned as his hair began to cover his line of sight. It grew out long and purple as it began to style itself in a cute French braid, he looked at his hands as he felt them crack seeing his nails grow out and turn deep purple. He fell forward and clutched the sink feeling his nails dig into the sides of it as he gritted his teeth feeling his jaw and cheekbones crack and reshape. His moans of pain and pleasure rose in pitch until they became sultry and sexy, as this happened his lips began to plump up and lipstick began to appear on them. He bit his swollen lip as his nipples began to pulse, he stared down and shrieked as his large pecs began to inflate and round out becoming a pair of large breasts that he would easily want on any other woman he’d banged.

Pain and confusion took his mind by storm as he thrust his chest out feeling his spine crack pushing his flat ass outwards causing a small tear in his leotard. His ribs cracked and sunk in becoming much more feminine as he felt his six pack begin to gyrate sucking in and becoming a flat lightly toned stomach that made him drool. As much as he was confused and terrified he couldn’t help but be turned on by his body, his entire top half was now a woman and a beautiful one at that and his feminine moans only made it that much more surreal. He moaned loud and long as he felt his erect penis suck in rapidly becoming a tight wet pussy as an orgasm followed suit causing him to fall to the floor face first. He drooled and moaned bucking his hips as they cracked and spread out wide ripping his leotard down the center as his ass began to inflate becoming round and supple. The feeling of his new breasts rubbing against the tile and his ass expanding caused him to lose sense of reality as the only sounds he could make were grunts and gurgles signaling he was near the end of the changes. Tears streamed down his face as he felt himself begin to slip away and something darker take hold, as it grew stronger the entity began to comfort him and tell him to let go. His thighs began to inflate to match the size of his disproportionate ass and hips filling with fat making them thick and sexy. His feet cracked and shrunk making him grunt as his other personality seized control pushing him to the back of their mind, she lay there moaning and panting from the changes as she tried to get a feel for where she was. She sat up confused and let out a sigh of relief, “it’s been so long since I last felt my own flesh and blood, well sort of hehe,” she giggled looking at her naked body. “This will never do,” she said as she heard sounds of music and joy outside the bathroom, “hmm this sounds more appropriate based on those sounds,” she said as a glimmer of purple glitter surrounded her. Her breasts were covered and lifted higher while her ass felt a wedge of cloth ride up it making her moan, the end result of her outfit was a sexy one piece outfit that was accompanied by a black hat with a yellow stripe. “This is a little demeaning to me but oh well it’s a party after all,” she chuckled examining her body as she stepped towards the door and opened the handle to only be met by a confused Kelly. “Have you seen Damian? He was like just in here a moment ago,” she said as the new woman stared unsure what to do, “Uhh yeah he was but I think he slipped out in a hurry you didn’t see him?” she retorted. “How about I help you find him okay?” she said touching her shoulder as Kelly smiled, “like that would be sooo awesome,” she said happily as they slipped back into the party, Kelly may have been looking for Damian but the witch had other intentions for her new friend.

To be continued…

Got7 reacting to their S/O’s medication making them super excitable

Requested by; anon

BTS version; x

Super weird, but a reaction (BTS or Got7, either’s fine) to their girlfriend’s medication making her super…excitable (if ya know what I mean) pleeyuz!

Mark

“Did you take your medi-, never mind, I don’t even have to ask. Get off the couch, it’s not a trampoline or anything, you nerd! You’re being funny, but don’t break the couch! The others will murder me!”

Jaebum

“Okay, calm down you. Let’s go out for a run before you break down the entire dorm or break Coco in half, Mark and Youngjae would kill the two of us. Ah, I love seeing you excited and happy.”

Jackson

“You on your medication? Uh; nevermind, you are! Want to go out and do something? Want to workout? Want to sing? Dance? Let’s dance! You always wanted to learn our dances; now’s the chance, you cutie.”

Jinyoung

“Taken your meds? Come here and let’s watch a movie, I’m not letting you go out alone after last time. I still can’t believe you came home with a cat because you found it ‘too cute to not take with you’!”

Youngjae

“Why are you giggling? What are you planning? Oh god, Coco? Where’s Coco? Thank god, let’s go out for a run and let’s take her with us, to get your energy level a bit less because I don’t want Coco in a Superman-suit again!”

Bambam

“How about we go and annoy the others? Like we always do but this time even worse? Let’s prank them; oh god, you’re already getting things ready. Hold up and let’s think this through!”

Yugyeom

“Uh, you’re being really excited, something happening? Wait, I’m confused, why are you laughing? What are you doing? Oh right! Your medication, you scared me for a second there. Want to dance now?”

BTS Reaction: Idol Girlfriend Drums, Raps, and Dances

Seokjin:

Originally posted by smol-jims

Jin watched with a mesmerized gaze as the words quickly spilled out of your lips. He had no idea about your hidden talent until you and your group came out with your debut, which he was now watching. He knew you could dance, but he had no clue you could rap and play the drums like you did for the debut. He was surprised to say the least, but very excited and pleased with your skill.

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  • Three Founders lose Slytherin in Hogwarts:
  • Gryffindor: I've looked all over the grounds, and in the men's rooms.
  • Hufflepuff: I've checked all the Classrooms.
  • Ravenclaw: I've checked all the towers and large area rooms.
  • Ravenclaw: What about?...nevermind.
  • Gryffindor: What about what?
  • Ravenclaw: It's silly...but what about the girls bathrooms?
  • Slytherin: *frantically running from out of nowhere* I'M HERE! I'M HERE! Noo need to go looking for me in the girl's lavatory! Right here! Hello! Nothing suspicious about my whereabouts as I am standing here now!
  • Hufflepuff: Found You!
  • G + R: Really?
  • Hufflepuff: Hufflepuffs are great finders.
  • Slytherin: Well let's go with that.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your fanfiction and I'd like to ask you for smth: could you please write a little story where modern Sonic meets boom!Amy or backwards? Sorry for grammar - English isn't my first language.❤

So, I’ve done something before very similar to this! :D but I’ll write a new one xD (cause I can! lol)

And thank you! Don’t worry about your English, it’s just fine ^u^

Prompt:

Tails accidentally opens a portal to another parallel universe. Getting excited about it, he doesn’t notice Eggman slowly sneaking in with his robots; and while the team gaze deep into the vortex-swirling portal, he pushes them in!

Down, down, they go! Before Amy pops out of a watery wormhole, crashing through a waterfall and flailing as she hits the surface of the small watering hole below.

Coughing, she swims her way over to the bank, and tries to rest a moment as she wonders who pushed them all in.

Boom!Amy is now on her own, going through this rainforest without a single clue where she is.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” She rubs her cold arms as she tries to comfort herself. Looking up, she shakes her head and pouts, acting as though she’s not afraid to be on her own.. in a strange… new world.

There were floating rings like she was used too, and taking a few, she continued along a path before seeing a checkpoint crossing in the distance.

“Ah! Finally!” she happily ran off, running into rings along the way as she sped along the trail through dashboards.

A few steps behind her, a figure walked out with his feet bringing up dust from the trail… the foot screeched to an animated halt with a sound effect common in this world.

The shoes were red… with golden buckles as the figure saw the missing rings… and knew someone must be ahead of him.

Amy, at first, tried to figure out how to move passed such a large distance of a gap, peering down and then wishing Tails were there.

She frowned, before hearing a buzzing sound and quickly pulling out her hammer, looking around her.

“Robots!” she cried out, seeing them just hang… motionless in the air.

“Huh?” She was confused why they weren’t attacking her.

They suddenly lifted their heads up, looking like big, hulking metal spinners as they started firing at a blue-…

Blur?

“Sonic!” Amy cried out, thrilled to see her friend so-

He spun into the robots, landing on the other side, before turning around, smiling, but folding his arms as he raised an eyebrow.

“…W-where’s your…” she pointed to where his bandanna usually hung, before realizing this…

This was an alternate universe Sonic!

“A cosplayer? Way out here?” he teased, before noticing she looked too much like Amy to be a phony..

Modern Sonic smirked and leaned his head forward, not seeing a threat in her, but deciding to play along with whatever was going on. “A new outfit? Slimmer than usual… what happened to your design? Strange…” he lifted himself up, putting a hand to his muzzle as if seriously pondering this.

It was true he was curious, but he wasn’t in the least taking this serious.

“Maybe you’re a robot Eggman designed?” Sonic took on a playful stance, tilting his head to see if she would react to his suggestions.

“Wha? No! I’m Amy! Amy from another universe!” She threw her arms down and shouted over the distance.

Sonic laughed. “You sure do sound like her!”

“That’s because I- Oh, nevermind. Look. I’m looking for MY Sonic. He’s a little taller with a brown bandanna! Oh! And Tails! He’s got googles on his head and a belt…. like so.” she motioned her arms around to gesture what she was talking about, almost as if playing charades.

Sonic found this amusing, and stuck a leg out as he tipped the toe up a bit, listening to her and silently making fun of her acting out the objects she was describing; chuckling slightly.

“Also! Knuckles has-” she was wrapping the ‘imaginary’ bandage around her arms before seeing him trying to hold in a snicker.

“…Grr… You’re making fun of me!” she hollered at him, before picking up her hammer from the ground and starting to walk off. “I don’t need this! Hmph.”

“H-hey! Where you goin’? I thought you weren’t done explaining how funny you look!” He continued to tease, racing up along the edge of where she was till the island broke off and he had to skid to a halt.

He cupped his hands over his mouth, making the sound travel farther. “Don’t go! I’ll help you find your same-universe friends!”

She was surprised he was trusting her, but even more surprised by his friendly wink when she looked back to see him placing his hands on his hips; charmingly.

—–

She felt awkward.

He had insisted carrying her, telling her it was faster as he stretched out.

He wasn’t sure what she was so weirded out about, but could definitely tell as she jumped out of his arm to battle, swinging her hammer at ranges from other robots from his arms, that she wasn’t the Amy he knew.

He was more used to having her just sit tight and when he let her down, start fighting, not so much take action while still in his arms!

His mouth formed into an ‘o’ as he watched her fire her hammer at another robot, before gripping it again as it came back to her.

“You’re pretty nifty!” he complimented, as she looked back to him and proudly swung her hammer around in a circle.

“I try~” she winked to him.

He smiled, seeing some familiarity with the subtle flirtation.

He then looked around, “I still don’t see your friends though…”

Amy grew saddened, looking around as well.

He then shrugged, “Oh well. Maybe they fell out of that portal thingy near Tails’s place? Hungry?” he tilted his head.

She wasn’t used to such a considerate Sonic, and nodded, blushing slightly in her awkward way.

“O-oh, um.. t-thank you. That sounds like a good plan.” she nodded, having already dried off but something nice and yummy in her tummy wouldn’t hurt!

Getting to Modern Tails’s place, he was baffled by her story, asking about specifics from his Alternate Universe’s machine; but she could only remember some minor details.

“Sorry… I really can’t remember much.” she looked truly apologetic, but also awkwardly taking in all his bombarding questions.

Sonic had looked to her funny, and she shrugged, stating silently that her Tails was just a little different…

“This is amazing! But of course, let’s make sure you get home and back with your friends first.” he nodded, and took out his Miles-Electric, hooking up wires and placing them on her forehead and arms.

Her eyes widened as she stopped eating a moment from the bowl of food he had given her as he started placing them around him, and then bent down to dig into a tool box.

“If you’re really from another world, you’re magnetic field should have a different polarization then us.” he got up, smiling in a perky manner. “Say Ah.” he put a device in her mouth as she felt the force push her back slightly, and turned to Sonic.

He shrugged with a weak smile, as if saying, ‘This is OUR Tails…’.

“In simplified terms, you basically have a different frequency pattern than we do. So if I can isolate it, I should be able to create a location device for it in my Miles-Electric!” He showed off his invention, then leaned forward a little to her.

“…Can your me do that?”

She shrugged, still having the device in her mouth.

He pouted, leaning away.

“All you two ever do is shrug at one another.” Tails commented, looking to Sonic, putting his hands full of wires and gadgets to his hips, suspicious.

“What are you two communicating that I can’t follow..?”

“Stuff.” Sonic shrugged.

Tails looked to Amy.

“Swhuff.” she shrugged again, having her words muffled.

The two looked to each other and smiled, tilting their heads back in a pleasant notion while Tails groaned and continued his research.

After a moment, Tails’s experiments were done and they began hunting the teams down.

They were shocked by Sticks, having been captured by one of Eggman’s robots.

Shadow had a run in with Boom!Sonic, who had attacked him, thinking him evil or somehow responsible for putting him in this mess.

Knuckles and Knuckles… met?

They both thought it was a reflection.

Somehow…

I don’t know.

Shrug.

It’s Knuckles.

Tails was found by Cream and Vanilla, who took him in, worried he had lost his memory somehow before the team showed up.

Having everyone, they were headed back to Modern Tails’s place. The Tails both got busy working together on the machine, seeming like long-lost brothers.

“Could you pass me the-” “No one ever gets it when I ask for that!” “Dude, I don’t want to leave! Tell me more about the different forms your X-Tornado can do!” “Sure!”

“Hey, no distractions!” Boom!Sonic warned, “It’s all fun and games till Meh Burgers deal coupons expire before you even get them.”

Modern Sonic made a odd face, and that’s when Boom!Amy approached him.

She rocked on her heels, being curious about him. “So… You… Like burgers?”

“Dunno.” he smiled to her, “I like Chilidogs way better though.”

She giggled, making Boom!Sonic’s ear hone in on the sound, and turn his head around.

He grumbled with folded arms, seeing them getting along so well…

“Well, of course you do. You’re Sonic!”

Boom!Sonic looked forward, making a grumpy face as he muttered to himself some insults about how that statement wasn’t completely true. He felt he was the ‘better’ Sonic… but never stated it.

Something made him intimidated by the other universe’s Sonic, he didn’t know why though.

“So, what’s the ‘Amy’ here, like?” she leaned on a table, using the bunny ears and being cutely friendly as he happily turned to give her more attention.

“She’s a lot more impulsive.”

Amy’s face dropped.

“But just like you, she’s gotta pretty smile.” he winked.

She grinned, lovely. As though her heart was melting inside.

Boom!Sonic double-taked, before getting annoyed and stepping in between them, waving his arms around.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough chit-chat! The Tails say they need some more materials to make the machine. I say we go!” He stuck a thumb up to himself, and looked to Amy.

The gesture made Modern Sonic raise an eyebrow, before smiling as if knowing what the other Sonic was supposing..

“Right! I’ll carry Amy!” Modern Sonic walked over, quickly with the intent to get the other jealous, and scooped her right off her feet.

She blushed, as was his intention, as Boom!Sonic grumbled, fire in his eyes.

“Put her down!”

“Why?”

“She’s not yours!”

“Well, no. She’s not anyones.”

Amy’s heart literally fluttered as she lightly swooned and dipped in his arms.

He watched her and smiled, thinking she was playing along.

The two Sonics had a race for who gets to take Amy, but Modern Sonic let Boom!Sonic win. He stated that two Amys would have been a hassle anyway.

The two departed as Amy remembered why she liked her Sonic better… Unlike Modern, Boom!Sonic treated her with great consideration, while Modern Sonic seemed to only notice her when it seemed he was up for it; or it mattered too.

Heading home, Amy wrote about her experience, but Sonic still seemed pretty hot-headed about her repeatedly mentioning him.

“What? Think he’ll come here and sweep me away?” She teased, kicking up her feet as she closed her book.

“Did he say that!?” Boom!Sonic flung around, growing paranoid as he ran around her home, shutting her binds and locking her doors, leaning against it. “She’s not here!”

She laughed, “Oh, you.” she rolled her eyes, giggling before going to hang out with him and team some more~

(Way AU, but I hope you enjoyed it :3 Slight jealous!boom! lol)

Reign || Pt 10

Reign Masterlist

Word Count: 3.1k

Groups: BTS, EXO, Blackpink, Twice

Au: Royal

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Smut | Au

Warnings: abuse (I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON AND I’M SO SORRY)

Previously:

“Princess Y/N?”

“Yes?”

The men move towards you, one going behind you and the other smiling insincerely, “We’re terribly sorry we have to do this, your highness.”

The man behind you pushes a strong smelling piece of cloth against you, covering your mouth and nose, whilst the other grabs hold of your arms, holding you still until you fall to the ground.

The last thing you remembered was being dragged into the carriage, and seeing a familiar face, before everything went black.

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Hamilton Reincarnation Fic

Originally posted by just-usmadd

Characters: Jefferson, Hamilton

Summary: Jefferson is not sure how exactly how to ask Alex if he remembers his past life without seeming insane.


“Are you seriously just gonna walk out of here without asking me?”

Thomas froze, a hand on the edge of a bookcase. Outside, the busy, rainy, city day crashed around them and was completely oblivious to the legends tiptoeing around each other. Inside, the quiet of the library forced both Thomas and Alex to keep their voices down. It was the only way to have a conversation without yelling at each other, they’d found.

Slowly, Thomas turned back. He raised a single eyebrow. “Ask… what?”

Alex snorted, shrugged obnoxiously, and leaned back in his chair so that only the two back legs touched the floor. “Nevermind, man. I’d… well, I assumed you actually had a purpose for meeting with me here.”

“Besides the school project.”

“Uh, yeah.”

Thomas rolled his eyes and walked back up to the table. “Look, kid. I don’t like you. I don’t want to spend any more time with you than is positively necessary.”

Alex stuck his tongue out (such maturity) and thumped his front chair legs down suddenly. “I’m not a kid, and we’re the same age.”

Thomas glared at him. Alexander Hollins.

Formerly, Alexander Hamilton.

Formerly, his sworn political rival.

Formerly, a royal pain in the backside.

No, scratch that. Continually, a royal pain in the backside.

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Story of how I got his # 🌸

Hey so if you’re looking for some cute romantic story… then I’m very sorry lol 

he’s still my teacher so ya girl takes what she can gets, anyways!!

It started out yesterday on the 18th when he was talking about this club that was related to his subject that he recently started. He approached me after the meeting and asked if I was interested in running a workshop to help underclassmen (he asked me that a while ago) and at the time I had said maybe and now he wanted to talk to me about it again. He know’s I’m a little bit insecure with my writing (he’s an english teacher) so I guess he thought he would give me time to think it over. 

Anyways, we ended up talking about the club and I explained that I guess I could do something as long as I had some help with like planning and he was super enthusiastic and nodding along a lot which was a good sign. 

I asked about this other girl in the class who was a pretty good writer and I was lowkey jealous of and he was like “I didn’t even consider her, you were the first person to pop into my head.” and he was SO SERIOUS lmao sos

and then I was like “i”m honored!” in a super dramatic way which had him rolling his eyes and smiling at me. We talked and joked around more and at some point he even pulled out the cookies from the time I had friday school and was like “this is my secret stash..” and winked (I KNOW) and I was like

“I bet you tell that to all of the students you keep after class” (I know it was definitely risky to say lol) 

but he smirked and mumbled something like “only you” but when I asked what he said “nevermind” so it was probably my imagination as per usual. 

Anyways, he ended up writing down his number and was like “don’t go giving this to anyone but incase you want to run any ideas by me or talk about the workshop then here.” and I was kind of shocked but also soso happy. 

I found out later that he gave it to some other people who were also running “workshops” so it’s not like a big deal but lowkey for me it is. 

Some days we barely talk (most days!) but when we do it always makes me :))))) and today was one of those days definitely..tNow I just have to woman up and text him LOL 

Butterflies
Ricky Horror/Reader

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Perhaps it was the way the slammed door, making the whole house shake, or maybe it was the way you heard him mumbling to himself, but from the moment you heard your husband walk through the front door, you knew he was angry. With a frown and a sigh, you pushed yourself off the rocking chair you had set up in the nursery. Even though you knew he wasn’t in his best mood, you felt butterflies come to your stomach. You made your way down the stairs, and into the living room where your husband, Ricky, was already busy tearing through the drawers.
“Honey?” you called out to him. “What’s wrong?” you asked, waddling towards him. He continued to rifle through the drawers.
“It was the guys in the studio. It’s like working with a bunch of middle school boys. I swear I’m the only adult in the band. And I tried to make your ultrasound appointment, but Chris wouldn’t let us leave until we got something done. Now we need to-” he stopped when he turned around and saw you. It was like all the anger melted from his face. “Nevermind,” he smiled softly, leaning in to give you a kiss. There were those butterflies again. They always happened when I saw Ricky or thought of him. After a soft, warm kiss, he squatted down, bringing himself eye level with your pregnant belly. “How are you, blueberry?” he asked softly to the baby inside you before placing a gentle kiss to the top of your belly. Blueberry was what you two jokingly called the baby. It was apparently how big the baby was when you found out you were pregnant.
“I picked up the cake from the bakery,” you told him, a small smile spreading across your lips.
“Did you cut into it yet?” he asked, looking a little nervous. Suddenly, you felt the butterflies again. they came more and more often lately.
“I wanted to wait for you.” You had ordered one of the cakes that was either blue or pink depending on the babies gender, and you two had finally decided to find out the gender.
Ricky went into the kitchen, pulling out two small plates and forks for the cake as well as a large enough knife, handing it to you so you could cut it open.
“You cut it,” you nervously said, passing the knife back to him.
“Okay,” he said, equal parts of excitement and nervousness showing on his face. “One. Two. Three!” he said, quickly cutting into the cake. You held out the first plate as he plopped down… a blue piece of cake.
“A boy?” Ricky asked excitedly.
“A boy!” you confirmed, just as much excitement filling your voice. There were the butterflies again. Your hand flew to your belly, hoping to help the nervous jitters relax.
“Are you okay?” Ricky asked you, placing a protective hand over your stomach, “Is the baby kicking?”
“No. It’s just like butterflies. It’s been happening when I get excited. Mostly when I see you,” you giggled a little.
“You know,” Ricky started, “I was reading up on one of those pregnancy books.”
“Aw. You were reading a book for me?” you cooed.
“Yes. Now listen. I read that sometimes, when the baby kicks, it feels like butterflies.”
Then, I felt it again. Ricky’s hand was still resting on my belly, and he must have felt it too, because suddenly the biggest smile spread across his face. “We’re gonna have a boy!” Ricky smiled, jumping up to kiss my lips again. “Now. Who wants some cake?”