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The Baker and His King

Title: The Baker and His King
Author: Adi_mou
Rating: Mature
Warnings: None Apply
Completed: Yes
Word count: 1710
Summary: Once upon a time, in a far away kingdom, there lived a King in love with his baker.

Most memorable line: “So,” he drawled, his Southern accent lilting his words. “I take it you missed me?”

a Thank You gift for my dear friend @fantasyimmortal since I received a wonderful that they made for me and just…felt so touched by it like no other and just them being such a wonderful and terrific friend of course!

You’ve done so much and I can’t thank you enough, lovely, so here’s a drawling of Mer!Saeran and little Athena giving you small sea kisses~ because you deserve so much~ >( ^o^) muah muah~💕


David vs. Aphrodite 

A college AU about the art of self love, self hate, and hate-love.

Erin did not know what would hit her when she started modelling for Zayn. She certainly didn’t know how to deal with the pain in the ass named Harry Styles.

“Zayn, mate help me out here, will yeh?” His loud voice filled the living room even though he didn’t raise his voice. It was deep and a bit raspy, Erin also noticed it had a slow drawl. Zayn smirked at the sight of his friend, but helped him anyway, putting the supplies into boxes next to a shelf full of books and pictures and more art supplies. Erin didn’t know what to do while the two boys, men actually, were putting everything away, so she decided on reading, but watching the two out of the corner of her eyes. It was only when they were done that Zayn realized the two have never met, Harry still had his back turned to Erin when Zayn spoke up “Harry this is Erin, Erin this is Harry, it’s surprising how the two of you have never met!” Harry turned around and looked for this person called Erin, his eyes landing on the girl on a big brown chair holding a folder in her hands, her legs crossed underneath her and her hair up in a messy bun, a look he liked when his hair was still long. Erin blushed a bit at Harry checking her out, it was more of a mustering her anyways, but her usually rosy cheeks flushed more under his intense gaze. Speaking up first, because she came to the conclusion that Harry wasn’t the talkative type her voice sounded through the room “It’s nice to finally meet you. I have heard a lot about you”, she even managed to give him a nice smile. His facial expression didn’t actually change, he looked her up and down again, before saying something “Likewise. Aren’t you Cathy’s Erin?”

Erin grimaced and shook her head “Not anymore.” After that answer Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion “Then what are you doing here?” It sounded rather abrasive and made Erin feel out of place. This time Zayn spoke up “She’s helping me with my project, she models for me.” Yet again another eyebrow raise at the mention of her modeling a short “Aha” followed, before Harry left the living room without so much as a bye. Letting out an exasperated sigh at his rudeness Erin spew out a “It was nice meeting you too” after the boy. She had been nothing but nice and he was so judgy and rude. “That’s just Harry. He’s really nice once you get to know him” Zayn tried to convince Erin of the boy’s good qualities. “I highly doubt that and also I don’t think it will get to the getting to know him part if I’m being honest. So are we done or do you wanna keep working?” she referred to the pictures.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Lup and Angus? They’re my fave characters and I’m sad I didn’t see more of them together

“So, did Taako ever tell you about the time he got his braid caught on a sentient tree?” Lup asked, twirling the straw in her lemonade around with one finger. 

“Lup, no!” Taako shouted from the kitchen where he was making lunch for his sister and his protege. 

Angus leaned forward in his seat, clearly interested. “No ma’am!”

“Wellllll,” Lup drawled, leaning forward and cupping a hand around her mouth like she was about to reveal a great secret. “We’d just landed in that plane, and we didn’t know the plant life was sentient yet. And Taako’s low blood sugar and out of spell slots so he gets this idea into his head that he’s gonna climb a tree to grab down an apple.”

“Taako actually climbed?” Angus chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“I know right?” Lup smirked. “The only person who hates manual labor more than Taako is…maybe a rock. But like I said he was hungry and the boy will do anything when he’s hungry, so he climbs his ass up there with that impossible dex, and right as he pulls the apple off the tree shouts ‘ow!’ and he fucking falls off the branch, except he doesn’t because his braid gets caught so he’s dangling there all tangled up…”

“LUP NO,” Taako rushed out of the kitchen, apron fluttering and spatula held like a weapon. He started trying to beat Lup back, but his sister just laughed as she shielded her face with her hands. 

“Aw, please Taako, I wanna hear the rest of the story!” Angus said. 

“You don’t need to hear anything this liar tells you, besides that story isn’t suitable for children,” Taako glared back at Lup.

“Fine, let me find a more suitable PG story for the youngster,” Lup winked at Angus. “Like maybe the time you accidentally got engaged to the Prince of cycle 34?”


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pizza-is-my-buziness  asked:

avalance and handcuffs

“You know,” Sara drawls, testing the strength of the cuffs that bind her in place. It’s not the first time she’s been handcuffed. Not the first time she’s had to beak out of them. Though it’s the first time that Ava has been the one to do this. “When I pictured us using these it was always a lot sexier in my head.” 

Ava’s expression doesn’t shift. Eyes harsh, almost blank. Her gun still pointed at Sara holding steady. 

Sara had thought that there wasn’t any way left for Mallus to hurt her. That she could tough it out through whatever type of torture her sent her way, until the team managed to break through this illusion and save her.

But this -

This was new.

This was worse. 

This wasn’t as impossible or as fantastical as the situations he had put her mind through before. Where the team turned against her time and time again, because it wasn’t the team, it was Ava.

If Sara was being honest, it was the blank look, the one that didn’t seem to know her, that hurt far more than the bite of the cuffs against her wrists.

So she copes with it the only way she can. Smiling that teasing smile up at this pale imitation of Ava again, “This is a kink friendly relationship, all you had to do was ask.”

Ok so I was tagged by @interallyscreamingeternally (cool person go check them out) and here we go

1) appearance

5’0 shortish dark brown hair burn(brown) eyes and tan skin.

2) personality

Easily pissed off meme geek/kinda popular person(as told by a few people)

3) abilities

I play trumpet and dance I was also a “competitor voice actor” and I am mainly did comedy skits and poetry but I’m working on doing dramatic monologue.

4) hobbies

I guess reading drawling and acting and sometimes dancing I don’t really do a lot

5) experiences

I have a lot of experiences but I guess one would be when I did my first competitive voice acting competition. I didn’t get any ribbons at all and I messed up all three rounds but I got better.

6) my life

I am first-generation Mexican American living a pretty boring life that I’m trying to make interesting that’s all you need to know

7) relationships

I was in a poly relationship with a girl and a guy and that’s about it

8) Random

I can pop my shoulder is out of it sockets and put them back in it’s not painful I swear

I tag @timwaynetheloser and @themultifandomtrashbin because they cool too

lost cause {s.r}

summary: the reader sends nudes to steve when he’s at work and he becomes a flustered little shit
pairing(s): steve rogers x reader 
listen to: movement - us (trust me, the song makes it a lit reading experience)
word count: 2.8k
warning(s): UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap it before you tap it kids!), dirty talk, language
notes: i tried something a little different and wrote in 3rd person. idk what you guys prefer so just lmk :) also, writing this made me feel some type of way. hope you enjoy!

The first one comes at two o’clock. 

Steve is walking down the hallway with Bucky in tow, both sweaty from their workout in the training facility. Lunch is at the forefront of their minds and they are throwing suggestions back and forth as they amble up to their rooms. Showers are a definite necessity. When the soft ping of an incoming text rings through the hall, Steve pulls his phone out and glances down at the screen. 

The 21st century still confuses the hell out of him, sometimes, but he has at least some technological proficiency, and when he sees who has texted him he stops walking. (Y/N) never texts him in the middle of the afternoon. Bucky glances over at him with a raised eyebrow. “What is it?” he asks, hands in his pockets as he watches his friend.

Steve purses his mouth, “It’s from (Y/N).  I’ll look at it later.” Conversations with his fairly long term girlfriend usually last a while. She likes to tell him what she’s up to at the hospital where she works, and he likes to hear her stories. It’s surprising, how much drama a hospital setting can incur. 

Bucky gives him an almost cringing look, “Are you sure that’s a good idea? Dames don’t like being ignored.” 

Steve laughs. So much has changed, in the world and between them, and yet here they are. Bucky’s still giving him relationship advice and Steve is still treading with so much uncertainty around dating. “Women aren’t the same as they used to be, Buck,” he says. 

Bucky just smirks and rolls his eyes, “The women didn’t change, Steve; they just got empowered.” They don’t say anything more on the subject though, and when Steve returns to his suite he tosses his phone on the bed and goes for a shower, almost forgetting about the unopened text entirely. But by the time he comes out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and steam billowing behind him, Bucky’s words come back to bite him in the ass. He sits on the edge of the bed and glances at his phone, only to see that there are two more texts. A jolt of worry suddenly hits him at that – perhaps he should have opened the original one the moment he got it instead of taking his shower first.  

What if something’s happened at the hospital and (Y/N) needs him? He grabs his phone and opens the texts without a second thought…only to start coughing the moment they load. He hadn’t been expecting this.

Stockinged legs stretch out on the screen. Her ankles are crossed and vibrant red heels are on display. There’s so much leg that Steve feels his face redden as he stares. If she’d taken the picture any higher…“Oh God,” he mumbles, and looks at the message beneath the picture.

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