no eyebrow raise

just a bet


so this is based LOOSELY on will and emma from the scream tv series. if you havent seen it, that doesnt matter bc like…. its not important



THAT MEANS THEY ARE 18!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


there won’t be nsfw but there are MENTIONS of it sooooo


anyway enjoy ily all

summary: beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees

pairing: richie and eddie

words: 1870

Everyone at Derry High School knew of the senior Richie Tozier. No matter who they were, what social group they were apart of, they all knew of the trashmouth. Every girl swooned over him and every gay (and possibly ‘not’ gay) guy would beg for his number. He was the ‘It’ guy in his high school and even the other high schools in the Derry school district. It was common knowledge that Richie was bi. Some people said it was fake and that he said it for more attention, but his real friends knew it wasn’t bullshit at all. 

Richie strode into the school building that Monday morning, casually sliding off his sunglasses and hooking them in his shirt. People in the hallways snuck glances at him, some even saying hello to him politely as he passed. He nodded in response, flashing them a smile. Richie approached his locker and opened it with ease, getting his few textbooks out. Despite being a ‘jock’, he still cared about his grades. 

“Hey, Rich, did you hear about the new kid?” Beverly asked casually, making her presence known. She leaned against the navy blue lockers, a small smile playing on her lips.

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The Laufeyson Method

                                              Teach Me Happy PT.1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: aleingsoinoweidngoaenm thank u for ur response to the prologue

Words: 2242

Warnings: swearing, implied sexual situations, innuendos bucky is a lil shit

‘Teach Me Happy’ masterlist


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kountoall  asked:

In chapter 25 I think of reverse Kurama thinks for a moment of taking Genma with him. Do you ever think of doing a au of it. I just imagine all the shenanigans they would get into.

Genma wakes with a throbbing headache, the vaguely nauseating lurch of a mild concussion, and the scent of rain and wet earth heavy in his nose.

It’s nothing at all like the sea-and-stone scent of Whirlpool Country that he remembers from before, and the air clings like a damp shroud in a way that sea air doesn’t. There’s no sense of Kakashi’s chakra, either, familiar and crackling like lightning. Instead, it’s like someone lit a bonfire right next to his head—chakra burns, as brilliant as standing at the heart of a wildfire.

Taking a breath, Genma opens his eyes, and is immediately confronted by orange-gold and green.

“Kurama-nii!” the little girl calls gleefully, grin wide and bright. “Kurama-nii, he’s awake! Are you going to torture him?”

“Are you going to eat him?” a redheaded boy, even younger than the girl, asks solemnly, leaning over Genma’s other side. Eerily pale eyes blink at Genma for a moment, and then the boy looks up. “Shukaku says you should eat him.”

“Shukaku is about ten cards short of a full deck,” a familiar voice says dryly, and a dark-skinned arm loops around the little boy and scoops him up. “Sweetheart, I thought you were supposed to be emptying out your pack.”

“But laying clothes out is boring,” the girl complains, even as she scrambles up. “They’re not that wet.”

“If you don’t stick them by the fire, they’re going to molder,” Uzumaki Kurama says, crouching down even as he boosts the redhead—the Kazekage’s child, Ichibi jinchuuriki, highly unstable, Genma remembers from the report, and can’t feel anything but bemused—up to cling to his shoulder. The boy latches on like a monkey, apparently perfectly content, and Kurama definitely doesn’t seem to mind, hardly even notices as he looks Genma over a little warily.

“Sorry,” he says, on the verge of gruff, but there’s a flicker in his eyes that makes Genma certain that he means it. “Freak Squad was incoming, and it was put you down or get the kids the hell out of there.”

Given that dropping him was hardly a time-consuming chore, Genma calls bullshit, and lets his raised eyebrow speak volumes as he pulls himself up to sit. Kurama has the grace to look faintly abashed, if not regretful, and he rolls his eyes a bit and huffs.

Well. There’s nothing to be done about it now, clearly, since Genma gets the feeling that Whirlpool Country is far behind them. He looks Kurama over, taking in the ragged clothes, the bare feet, the weary look edging his eyes, and tips his head in acceptance.

“I feel like I picked a fight with a mountain,” he says, keeps it light so that Kurama will know he’s joking even as he puts a hand up to rub at the lump on his skull.

Thankfully, it’s only humor that crosses Kurama’s sharp, almost pretty features. He chuckles softly, reaching out to gently tip Genma’s head forward. It’s a careful motion, and Genma only just feels the touch of claws against his scalp as Kurama shifts his hair. His bandana is still in his pocket, he realizes with something of a start. And—maybe it’s fitting, that Genma took off his hitai-ate before he helped Kurama, but…

Namikaze Minato was Genma’s Hokage, far more than the Sandaime. Minato was the one he loved, the one he would have given his life for in a heartbeat. And it was Minato he was serving, letting Kurama go. There’s no way Minato would ever have kept Naruto away from his last living relative, even if Naruto wasn’t his son. What could Genma do but honor that, when everything pointed to Kurama being benevolent, rather than an enemy?

“A jinchuuriki, not a mountain,” Kurama corrects dryly, letting Genma go to sink back on his heels, though dark red eyes linger on him. “It’s probably the next best thing, though, honestly.”

Genma grins, because he knew Kushina, and he’d definitely agree with that. Before he can say as much, though, there’s a scuffle off to the side, and with a cheer Naruto goes tumbling head over heels, a small white fox in his arms. They’re wrestling, Genma realizes with a start, and—

Six years, and he’s never seen Naruto laugh like that before. Like Kushina, loud and bright, entirely uncontained.

Kurama growls under his breath, more exasperation than anger, and practically dives over Genma, grabbing for the boy, and Genma looks, takes in what’s alarmed the man, and sees the edge of a cliff uncomfortably close. With a curse, he grabs Kurama’s shirt, anchoring him, and Kurama snatches Naruto and the fox up a bare foot from the edge.

“Don’t do that, kit,” he huffs, even as Genma reels him back in, heartbeat still stuttering in his chest at the near miss.

“Sorry, Kurama-nii,” Naruto says abashedly, offering up a sheepish grin that’s entirely Minato and makes Genma’s breath catch a little.

“Oops,” the fox agrees cheerfully, wiggling out of Naruto’s hold. “We’ll be more careful, Kurama-sama.”

Kurama rolls his eyes, but he sets Naruto on his feet, then lets Gaara slide down to join him. “We’re going to be up here for one night. Please try not to die, okay, brats?”

“Are we giving you gray hairs?” a blonde preteen asks solemnly, looking Kurama over with sharp eyes. “Anzu said we were, but I don’t see any.”

“If anyone could, it would be you four,” Kurama says dryly. “But no. I’m fine.”

Yugito eyes him for one more moment, then nods, apparently accepting that, and says, “Naruto, Gaara, come help me lay out your clothes so they’ll dry. You don’t want to be wearing wet things tomorrow, do you?”

“Aww,” Naruto complains, though by the way he bounces over to her side, it’s probably not nearly as much of a problem as he’s making it seem. Gaara casts one more look at Genma, faintly cautious, and then follows.

Genma watches them for a moment, taking in the small cave they’re all camped out in. outside, rain is sheeting down, and grey clouds obscure everything, though Genma can’t tell if the cloud-cover is particularly low or if they’re up high. No defining characteristics, beyond the rain, and at this time of year that could mean they’re in Ame, Grass, southern Lightning Country, or anywhere near the eastern sea.

He glances over at Kurama to find the man watching him closely, still sitting next to him with one leg bent and an elbow looped around it. Definitely not the pose of an enemy, or even someone suspicious of Genma’s motives, and that’s…strange. Kurama shouldn’t know anything about him, and certainly not enough to mark him as something besides a possible threat.

Then again, Genma supposes that he wouldn’t be conscious anywhere near the kids if Kurama thought he was a threat. Probably would have been killed back in Whirlpool Country, honestly, and it’s not a comforting thought, but it’s still reassuring. Kurama’s doing everything possible to protect the jinchuuriki children, and Genma knows bone-deep that he won’t let any harm come to them.

“What’s happening tomorrow?” he asks mildly, carefully leaning back to brace himself against the wall of the cave.

For a long moment Kurama just looks at him, dark red eyes assessing. He looks so much like Kushina, from the shape of his eyes to the angle of his jaw, that it’s a little eerie, but…comforting. Genma’s spent the last six years with the only reminder of Kushina being her son, and for all Naruto will likely look like his mother when he gets older, for now his father’s coloring overwhelms it. It’s impossible not to see Minato, when Genma looks at him, so the shadow of Kushina in Kurama’s features is a welcome one.

Raggedly cut red hair sways as Kurama tips his head a little, and his lips tip up in a hint of a smirk. “If I said Kiri, what would you do?”

Kiri? Genma blinks, entirely taken aback, and—he’d honestly been expecting Kurama to say Ame. It would at least make more sense than the Bloody Mist.

Except maybe it wouldn’t, because Kurama’s been hitting all the highlights in his jinchuuriki-acquisition tour, and besides Bee, the only ones he hasn’t visited yet are Yagura and Kiri’s second human sacrifice.

“…You’re going to take four kids into Kiri,” he says, even so, because the bloody graduation exam might have stopped when he was a kid, but that doesn’t mean Kiri is anything even vaguely close to stable.

Kurama blinks, and then snorts. He curls his legs under him, shifting forward, and says, “You know, most people skip over the fact that they’re kids, seeing as they’re jinchuuriki too.”

Genma rolls his eyes at the man, because after Genma committing treason for him he should damn well know better. “Most people probably didn’t have to deal with a pregnant Kushina. Believe me, that’s not something I could forget.”

The slant of Kurama’s mouth changes, a faintly bittersweet smile crossing his face. “Yeah. She was a terror, wasn’t she?”

“The biggest terror,” Genma says fondly, because Kushina may as well have been a second older sister, and he adored her for everything she was. These last few years have been torture, only being able to involve himself in the barest fringes of Naruto’s life, unable to be anything but an invisible watcher most of the time. It hurts, even more so because he knows it’s the exact opposite of what Minato and Kushina would have wanted.


Well. Thinking like that, it’s easy enough to know what to do next. Kurama said he was planning to bring Naruto back to Konoha, and that’s good enough for Genma.

“So,” he says easily, pulling a senbon out of his sleeve and flipping it through his fingers. “What are our plans in Kiri?”

Kurama’s eyes widen, and he looks up at Genma sharply. Genma just grins back, lazy and maybe a little challenging, and watches the realization flicker across that familiar-unfamiliar face.

“Well,” Kurama drawls, “hopefully I’ll be able to find a babysitter. And then I was planning to go punch a goddess in the face. You up for it?”

Raidō is going to murder him, but it’s still nowhere near enough to make Genma back down. He holds Kurama’s gaze, tucks the senbon between his teeth, and smiles. “I did always like to dream big.”


aka the Reddie soulmate AU no one asked for but I wrote anyway. Once you turn 16 you get a tattoo of the nickname your soulmate uses for you.

The word etched into his skin just belowhis collarbone seemed like a joke to him. It was his sixteenth birthday and he just checked his whole body for the nickname only to find this. He didn’t expect it to be a nickname he already had, especially not the stupidly annoying nickname Richie used.

What was the chance of another person calling him that sometime in the future? It was probably more likely than Richie being his soulmate, his obnoxious best friend who was ridiculously in love with Amy Cardinal. They had been together for months now and Eddie was sure one of these days he was actually going to barf, if Amy called Richie Trashmouth in that sweet voice one more time. Just because the name was tattooed onto Richie’s bicep didn’t mean, she had to use it all the time. It wasn’t like Richie called her Mouse all that often.

Casting one last look at his own tattoo in the mirror, Eddie turned around and quickly pulled on a red polo shirt, making sure it completely covered the tattoo.

The Losers waited for him in front of the school. To wish him a happy birthday, but Eddie knew they were more eager to learn what his tattoo said. He wasn’t going to tell them though. Out of all of them Richie had been the only one to show them right away, flexing his muscles, grinning. “So which one of you fuckers is in love with me? Is it you, Eds? You know it’ll break your mom’s heart if you take me away from her.”

Bev had tried to hide hers at first, but that had only lasted for a couple of days, because she couldn’t wear scarves or turtlenecks forever and the Losers had all seen the word Embers on her neck. This had caused Ben to turn bright red. Eddie didn’t know what nickname Bev had for him, because Ben refused to show them. Not because it was embarrassing, but because of the position of the tattoo, at least that’s what they told them.

They’d all seen Bill’s tattoo once summer started and Richie hadn’t stopped making fun of the name right above his knee since. Eddie secretly thought it was sweet, that Bill’s soulmate would call him their Rock. But Richie wouldn’t be Richie, if he didn’t have a thing to say about it. “You’re about as tough as a marshmallow, Rocky” or “It’s probably because you’re constantly rock hard for this chick.”

And Stan and Mike had succeeded in keeping their tattoos secret for now, although Eddie had seen a glimpse of Mike’s poking out of his waistband the last time they went swimming in the quarry. They didn’t even have a clue where Stan’s was located, which had led to Richie finding numerous ways to get the other boy out of his clothes. One of these days he would get so frustrated about not knowing, he might just set all of Stan’s clothes on fire.

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Excerpt“I think it’s a fair deal. I give you something to keep up a good appearance and you give me a vial of your venom so I get a good grade.”

Genre: fluff, college!au, siren!au

Length: 1.2k

A/N: mermaid aus are my favourite to write and kook as a siren is a new favourite

Originally posted by snap-btss

“Here’s the deal, what I want from you is your voice,” Jeongguk’s laughter echoed in the pool, a few other sirens that were lounging around the edges of the pool glanced over at you with knowing looks on your face and just as you began to get up, a wet hand landed on your thigh and squeezed causing you to slip in surprise.

The hand was slightly webbed, a green translucent slime covering it and behind him, his tail flicked in the water absentmindedly. You hated your toxicology professor but it was Jimin you were most annoyed with at the moment, the boy who had recommended seeing Jeongguk to take a sample of his venom.

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Headcanon: Alex and Lena actually manage to break the friendship ice.

Alex visits L-Corp every month. She was getting tired of asking Lena the same questions every month since Lillian vanished after the Daxamite invasion. She was even more tired of nodding to the same answers over and over. No she hadn’t heard from her mother. No she did not know where she was. Same thing every month. But J’onn wanted her to be diligent, Lillian was bound to reach out to her daughter again eventually and when she did he wanted to know about it. 

She didn’t hate it though. They had actually started to become closer. As close as one could get to their little sister’s best friend. Alex shook her head thinking of James and Winn. So maybe that wasn’t true, Alex had become close with her sister’s friends. But somehow her and Lena’s friendship had remained…. professional. The most familiar thing between them that had happened was when Alex had brought Lena a coffee at their last meeting.

Alex had made it all the way to the top floor of L-Corp before someone bothered to tell her Lena wasn’t in her office. Jess looking very confused when she told Alex that she had cancelled all Lena’s appointments for the day. She had left a message on her voicemail… Alex just nodded, that explained the phone call she had ignored earlier. Jess seemed to take pity on her though, telling her if she still wanted to see Lena, she was in the lab in the basement. 

The basement. Of course. Alex stepped inside the elevator a second time and hit the button closest to the bottom. If she hadn’t picked up that second coffee again today she probably would have just headed back to the DEO and rescheduled. But here she was standing under the bright lights of the most decked out lab she had laid her eyes on. 

“Agent Danvers. I thought Jess cancelled our interview for today.” 

“She did. But not before I had bought you coffee.” Alex held it out as she walked further into the lab staring at everything like a child at Christmas. 

“Is that the oscillator from the venture?” 

“After the last one exploded, at no fault of my labs.” Lena reminded, “we decided to rebuild.”

“The venture was going to change space exploration.” Alex nodded, she remembered the days she and Kara had ranted about how disappointing the launch failure had been. “You’re missing some math here.” 

“Please.” Alex took the offered marker as she wrote on the glass board in front of her nodding as she capped it again. 

Lena raised an eyebrow as she watched Alex write the formula she had been about to work through when she had been interrupted, “Remind me Agent Danvers, what is it you do for the FBI again?” 

Alex just laughed as she walked around the lab drooling over equipment.

“I’ve been begging J’onn for new equipment. But you know, government funds.” Alex sighed as she ran a finger over stainless steel. 

“Well, you’re welcome to come play in my lab anytime you want.” 

Just like that Lena was handing over her tablet as she told Alex about the breakthrough she had that morning that prompted her to cancel a day’s worth of meetings. The two of them laughing when they said something in unison. Kara had showed up later food in hand when Alex had called her saying she was working on something with Lena and didn’t want to leave yet. Beaming as she watched the ice finally break between the two women.

Kinktober #20: (light) Pain Play

This is a direct result of @kkumri‘s Judo AU, because Hinata grabbing barechested!Tobio and yanking open his gi is GOOD! Also, there may have been some discussion about KageHina + bruises…

Judo is some of the most fun Tobio’s had outside of volleyball, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it isn’t painful.

Sometimes, Sunday evenings feel like he’s been through a practice that consisted entirely of flying falls and receiving the spikes of every powerful ace they’ve ever gone up against in the past three years, combined. Much of it is due to the fact that Hinata revels in getting the better of him, which means Tobio sees a lot of time either flying through the air, or with his back slammed firmly into the mat under their feet.

He gets admonished, sometimes, for how quickly his attention wavers. But what else can he do, when his stupid short boyfriend catches him off guard by cheating—like that grin he gets on his face after he manages to lock Tobio’s head between his thighs, Tobio’s face pressing right against his crotch. Or his little sneaky hands prying open the seam of Tobio’s gi to yank him in closer, close enough to steal a hot, messy, possessive kiss, right when Tobio is trying his best to spar.

Hinata did the tongue thing after they had pulled apart. The same tongue that had just been all up inside Tobio’s mouth, poked smugly from the corner of Hinata’s lips, as Hinata, quite frankly, leered at him. It was an expression that clearly said he knew exactly how hard the grabbing and manhandling and warm wetness of his mouth had affected Tobio. He was sizing Tobio up, seeing exactly how fast Tobio had lost focus—dazed and fantasizing now about Hinata ripping his practice robe right off of him, and ravishing him on the hard, spongy mat.

Maybe, Tobio thought hazily, lost in his reverie, staring at Hinata’s lidded eyes and smirking mouth—maybe Hinata would even scold him for it. Maybe Hinata would tell him how easy he was, how it was obvious that Tobio wanted him, right there and then. Maybe… Hinata would tell him what they could do once they got home…

Tobio maintains for the rest of practice that he slipped on the mat and fell, thanks to someone’s (Hinata’s) sweaty feet. He did not pass out, thank you very much. He was entirely conscious and aware of himself the whole way down.

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Anti Hero (pt. 10)

Part 9

Oliver moves to shield Anti as Host steps through the rubble of the ruined attic towards a kneeling Author. Blood streaks down Author’s cheeks freely, and the smell of it fills the whole room. Anti trembles beneath Oliver who tries to whisper soothing things in his ear, but Ollie is watching the Host with wide, yellow eyes.

Host comes to a stop just a step away from the Author and sighs. Author claws at his cheeks and bares his teeth. “How could you—how could you do this to me?”

Host sighs. “How could you think that you could fool yourself?”

Author grits his teeth. His hands and arms shake with pain and fury and hatred, hatred for the Host. “You. Are. Not. Me.”

The Host reaches forward a hand, resting it on the Author’s shoulder and kneeling down in front of him. “Yes, I am.” Golden light breaks between them like the dawn, and it’s so bright that Ollie is forced to look away. When it fades and Oliver looks back, only the Host remains, and he stands. “Let’s go home.”


Host narrates them back into the building, and disappears into his library with only a whispered, “The Host returns everyone’s memories to the way they were. Please inform them that the Host will need some time to himself,” before the door swings shut behind him.

Oliver takes Anti to one of the empty living quarters to get cleaned up. “Take a hot shower for as long as you need to, and I’ll get you a change of clothes, alright?” Anti doesn’t speak, but he does nod and disappear into the bathroom like he will at least attempt to get a shower. So Oliver leaves him to find some clothes and possibly some food.

When he returns, however, Anti still hasn’t gotten out of the shower. Oliver is going to leave the food and clothes in the bathroom in order to find his brothers, but when he turns to leave through the bedroom, they’re waiting for him in the door. Red and Green immediately run to him, sandwiching him into a hug as Google hangs back in the door. Oliver blushes and ducks his head. “I didn’t want to do it, but I had to so that you’d all be safe.”

Google walks up and ruffles Ollie’s hair. “One of these days you’re going to have to let us do some of the saving. You’re making us look bad, little brother.”

Red and Green break away from hugging Oliver when Anti steps out of the bathroom wearing one of Green’s old shirts over some shorts. He sees the four of them standing there, staring at him and starts to panic. Oliver rushes over to him and puts an arm around his shoulders in hopes of reassuring him before turning back to his brothers. “Anti is the one who saved me. The Author tried to force him to kill me, but he managed to resist.” Oliver looks to Blue specifically. “He’s the reason I’m alive.”

Google looks from Oliver to Anti and nods to the glitch. “Thank you. I’ve seen the Author’s handiwork before, and I know what that can do to a person. And I know that my brothers and I aren’t all as welcoming as Oliver, but you have our sincerest gratitude.”

Red and Green both nod, and Oliver’s smile only grows wider as Green walks over with a raised eyebrow, flicking his eyes from Anti’s face to the green shirt. “Sorry,” he says with a smirk, “but I don’t think you could cut it as the Green Google, just saying.”

Anti blinks and smiles a little before asking quietly, “Do they make ‘em in black?”

Red crosses his arms over his chest and grins. “I guess we could make that happen.”

Anti glances over at Oliver who is bouncing up and down at this point. “Welcome to the family, buddy!” He pulls Anti into another hug as the other Googles, even Blue, join in. And for once, Anti feels so happy he could almost burst.

(Wow, cutie pies, I have loved writing this story so, so much. Each time I posted a new chapter, I was just itching to write and post the next one for you guys to see! I hope that you enjoyed this little adventure, and feel free to ask for any little extensions to it, any questions that you might have. I certainly would be happy to keep writing some more for this story arc!)

Kids In Love

Warnings: language, unprotected sex, blowjob, bad writing
Note: yikes please please please tell me how this is (ps.this is for @sebashtiansatan)

Taking a deep breath, Y/N looks at herself  in the mirror in the room she shared with Bucky. He was coming home from a month long mission, the longest they’ve been away from each other and she had thought that a little ‘celebration’ was in order.

“The team is set to arrive in two minutes,” FRIDAY’s voice rang out through the empty room. The suddenness of the announcement caused Y/N to slightly jump, that’s what she chalked it up to because she didn’t want to admit her nerves were getting the best of her.

“Thank you,” Y/N responds. She twirls around once more and smiles, Bucky was definitely going to enjoy this homecoming.

“Let’s do this,” she mumbles as she sat at her desk, acting as if she was busy. Y/N hears the front door of the apartment open and close, her heart starts to beat faster as she hears the heavy footsteps belonging to Bucky walk towards the room. The silence that follows was deafening as she knew Bucky was standing by the door, leaning against the frame. She could feel him staring holes into her back. Y/N stands up and wipes the smirk off her face and moves around pretending not to notice Bucky.

“So you missed me?” Bucky says suddenly. Y/N gasps as she turned around, it was supposed to be fake but nothing could prepare her for the sight in front of her. Bucky was still wearing his combat uniform, making him look hotter and more intimidating.

“Cause I missed you,” Bucky says as he pushes himself off the frame and walks towards the girl who was now standing by the bed.

“Uh-huh, I missed you too,” Y/N breathes out.

“Got pretty lonely.” Bucky’s lips curled up into a small grin as he notices the effect he has on her.

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okay so a really (un)popular headcanon right now is wilford having forgotten about damien and celine. seems kinda unbelievable to me, i mean, they were his best friends. but let’s say he has forgotten about them. how? my guess is dark.

every time william looks at this new person that is dark, he sees his best friends and he breaks even more inside. every time this new person says “william”, he flinches. the unfamiliar voice doesn’t feel good.

dark notices this of course. and one day, he says “wilford” instead of “william”. william is confused at first, but once he realizes it doesn’t hurt as much as his real name, he starts listening to it.

this way, dark gives william, now wilford, the opportunity to move on, to let go. he shapes a whole new person, who slowly but surely forgets about his old friends.

one day dark makes the mistake to call wilford “william”. wilford raises his eyebrows and looks at dark. “william?” he repeats, now laughing at the terrified expression on dark’s face. “it’s wilford, dark. geez, don’t tell me you forgot?”

wilford walks away. dark smiles, relieved. but inside him, two once beating hearts break.

Mission Bad Boy - 13

Plot: What if you could win 100,000 Won by giving someone a makeover? But here’s the catch – you have 6 months to turn a nerdy, anti-social male into the school’s biggest heartthrob.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Highschool au!

Warnings: verbal abuse, physical abuse, smut warnings - semi-public sex(?)

Notes: Its not over yet, don’t get excited. Gif isn’t mine, credit goes to the owner. Nominate me for the aching hearts award, and yeah~ shout at me once you done. 4.6k Words

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It hadn’t taken much time for you to realise that you had exchanged places with Kim Namjoon. Although you had it much worse. After that incident in the garden, it had gotten worse. Now you couldn’t even find refuge in the library. The demons were everywhere.

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Prompt: The new High Warlock of Brooklyn Lorenzo shows up at a Downworlder cabinet meeting. It's almost a tie between which of the rest of the leaders present hates him the most. (basically a fic about Alec, Luke and Raphael being protective pretty pls)

I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you’ll like it :) I made it a little bit angsty because I was in the mood for a bit of angst :P

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Something ugly twists in Alec’s chest as he walks in the living room, straightening the sleeves of his jacket, and he catches Magnus’ silhouette out of the corner of his eye; he’s on the balcony, looking out, his posture rigid even though his arms are elegantly crossed on the balustrade.

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71# Soft Klance of the Day:  They land on a planet of rain, that Lance falls in love with immediately.
Lance is running out of the castle in the blink of an eye, getting drenched and splashing on the water. Smiling brightly he drags Keith out of the entrance out into the rain, who immediately gets drenched and starts shivering and complaining, though he is still staring at Lance with fondness.
“You are acting like a child.”
Lance grins as he replies. “It’s the childish heart you fell in love with.”
“Wait what was that? I DIDN’T HEAR YOU BECAUSE OF THE RAIN.” Lance shouts.
“I hate you.”
“Nope, that wasn’t it.”
Keith raises an eyebrow. “Thought you hadn’t heard me.”
When they kiss on the rain they realize they both taste like sugar, and that the rain water is sweet instead of salty.

Meet the Ackles - Part Six

Aesthetic by @whatthecastiel

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Pairing: Eventual Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Like lots of fluff. Jensen and the reader acting like children.

Words: 2.5k

Summary:  Reader is an actress on the show Supernatural, and is attending a convention in Houston, when she misses her flight back home, and ends up stranded in Texas. Her Co-Star, Jensen Ackles, being the gentleman he is, offers to let her stay with him and his family in Dallas. Y/N and Jensen are barely work friends, let alone close enough spend a week together at Jensen’s childhood home. Seeing Jensen with his family might just change how the reader feels about her “just on screen” love interest.

A/N: Eeeep! I don’t know if you know, but I’m so damn excited as to where this story is headed! Thank you to my other half @highonpastries for being my wonderful beta <3 Don’t know what I’d do without her.

Disclaimer: (I can’t believe I have to include this), LIKE ALL FICTION, this is fake. I have no idea what Jensen or his family is like. I try to keep people and places as close to real life as possible, but like I said this is fiction, and is losely based off of my ex-boyfriend and I’s relationship.


I hate birds. You internally groaned. It’s too early to be this goddamn loud. You squeezed your eyes tighter, trying your best to ignore their heinous chirping with little success. You scowled, eyes still shut cursing the God that decided birds are morning people. You went to roll to your other side when you realized your movement had been restricted by a pair of strong warm arms wrapped around your torso, that only squeezed you tighter as you moved.

Your eyes shot straight open, as you laid as still as possible. You shifted feeling Jensen pressed up against your entire backside, his face snuggled into the back of your neck, your legs intertwined, his firm chest covering your back, arms wrapped around you, your ass pressed against his…

You panicked, not wanting Jensen to wake up forcing you both into an awkward apology session, and slowly began to fight the bear hug you were wrapped in. You pulled against Jensen, rolling towards the end of the bed, untangling your legs from his, trying to hook them at the edge of the bed to use for leverage.

You tugged.

Jensen groaned.

You tugged harder.

Jensen hugged you tighter.

You tugged, putting all your strength into it.

Jensen let go.

And you fell to the floor with a hard thud, the cold morning air hitting you instantly. Jensen moaned at the commotion, rolling over to his other side, still blissfully asleep. You got up off the ground, glaring at the sleeping man that was the cause of your pain, and checking your phone to see what time it was.

Six thirty-two? What the hell, Birds?!?

You reached into your bag, mentally kicking yourself for deciding to travel light to HoustonCon. You looked around the room and noticed a wooden dresser in the corner, under a signed 1996 Dallas Cowboys Super Bowl poster.

The drawer creaks open loudly, and you check to see if it woke up Jensen. It didn’t. He was still passed out. You riffled through the old clothes, finally settling when you found a gray sweatshirt with ‘Berkner Bell Guard’ printed on the front in bold green font, and ‘Ackles’ scribbled in a fancy white print.

You slipped the sweatshirt over your head, it stopping just above the end of your shorts. You examined the items on top of the dresser, finding, a few blue ribbons, hanging on acting trophies, a couple old pictures of Jensen at homecoming or prom, your eyes finally landing on a BHS ‘95-’96 year book.

Bingo. Let’s figure out what the hell a Bell Guard is. You thought to yourself, pulling the dusty book into your arms.

You quietly made your way downstairs and outside into the chilly Dallas air. You sat down gently onto the wooden swing you saw under the big oak tree the day before. You wrapped your arms around the two ropes holding the swing up for balance, placing the yearbook in your lap, and began flipping through the pages.

You flipped through the black and white pages, pictures of people smiling back at you covering them. You finally found a picture of Jensen in an intense stance, wearing a baseball helmet and holding a up a bat behind his head. Senior, Jensen Ackles, warms up to hit one out of the park!

Lame caption. You thought flipping to the next page. Senior representative, Jensen Ackles, advocates for student rights! Jensen was sitting at the head of a table, arms out like he was trying to explain something, under the big block letters that read ‘Student Council’.

The next page Jensen was on was the theatre club page. He was dressed in Elizabethan Era clothing, calling up to a girl in a tower. Senior, Jensen Ackles is our real life Romeo!

You continued to flip through the pages researching your costar’s high schools career, finally landing on the page that had peeked your interest. Bell Guard.

The pages had pictures of Jensen and a couple guys in some sort of pants and shirt uniform, with double stripes going down the sides, lining the clothes. There were three times as many girls in the photos in tight tops and skirts. In the first photo at the top of the page, the guys were lined up in a single row, standing in the back, with girls squatting, sitting, and laying down in the rows in front of them.

Below that picture was a photo of some sort of human pyramid, with Jensen and a few of the other guys at the base, lifting the other girls into the air. On the next page was a close up of Jensen and another girl on the team in the same position: Hands in fists, one resting on the hip, the other straight in the air. Seniors, Jensen Ackles and Kaylee Williams, cheer on our boys at the big game!

“Jensen was a cheerleader?” You laughed, unable to stop the wide smile on your face. In the bottom corner were two separate portraits of a petite blonde girl and Jensen, side by side, the label ‘Captains’ above them.

I love Bell Guard! My favorite part is learning new tricks and routines, and finding new ways to work as a team! - Co-Captain, Jensen Ackles

“Whatcha readin’?” Jensen asked, causing you to jump. You hadn’t anticipated he be up this early, you would’ve anticipated he died sooner than getting up at seven in the morning with a hangover you were sure he had.

“Dammit, Jensen! You scared the shit out of me!” You said turning to look at him.

He still had bed head, his hair standing straight on its end. At least he had put on a pair of gray sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a sweater.

“Coffee?” He offered holding out a mug to you.

“Depends,” You squinted at him. “Is it black?”

“Nope,” He smiled. “I put my mom’s fancy raspberry creamer in it for you.”

“Thank you.” You smiled back at him, gladly accepting the warm mug, and taking a sip. “Mmm.” You moaned.

“Like it?”


“See you found my old sweatshirt.”

“It was cold.”

“Ahh.” He nodded. “So, what did you find?”

“Uh,” You said looking down in your lap. “Your high school yearbook.”

“What year?” He asked, sitting down in the dewy grass.


“Senior year.” He nodded. “Found anything good?”

“Besides the fact that you were a cheerleader,” You sighed. “It would seem the yearbook editor had a hard on for you.”

“Okay, one, I wasn’t in there that much.” He rolled his eyes, “And two, I was not a cheerleader.”

“One,” You mocked, “Yes you were, and every caption romanticized the shit out of you, and two, yes you were! You cheered on the team! You were a cheerleader! The only thing missing were pom poms!”

“We only used pom poms at pep assemblies.” You raised an eyebrow at him, taking a sip of coffee, as a look of horror spread across his face. “Oh my God, I was a friggin’ cheerleader!”

“Yup!” You nodded. “And you were co-captain.”

“Jesus Christ,” he swore. “I was also on the baseball team, does it mention that?”

“It does, but I didn’t find a baseball sweatshirt, I found a cheerleading sweatshirt.” You smirked.

“Yeah ya did.” He smiled to himself. He took a sip of his coffee before rubbing his forehead and looking back up at you. “How, uh, how drunk did I get last night? Did Nesnej come out?”

“Nes-what?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“That’s what I call my alter, drunk, ego. Nesnej. It’s Jensen spelt backwards.”

“Gotcha.” You nodded. “And, uh, kinda. How much do you remember?”

“I think I remember everything, but I think I had a dream that we sang together last night.”

“That was real.”

“Did we meet Billy Joel?”

“That was a dream.” You laughed.

“Ahh, okay.” He licked his lips. “Sorry if I was too clingy last night. Jared tells me I’m an affectionate drunk.”

“It’s fine.” You shrugged. “I don’t think the fan we met minded.”

“We met a fan last night?” His eyes widened.

“Yeah, lemme check and see if she posted the photo anywhere.” You took your phone out of the sweatshirt pocket, unlocking it and tapping on instagram, and heading to your tagged photos. You were use to being tagged in reposts by fans, so you had to search a little to finally find the photo the girl took of you and Jensen.

Met 2 members the cast of Supernatural last night! #daitlynisreal #thirdwheeling #ishipit @jensenackles @Y/IG/H was I crashing your date??

Your heart lept out of your chest as you read the tags. You guys weren’t a real couple, and you couldn’t have people thinking that. You didn’t realize when you accepted Jensen’s invitation that it would look a lot like you guys were dating. You weren’t. Jensen was just being nice and giving you a place to stay for a week.

“Found it?” Jensen asked pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Uh, yeah.” You smiled handing him the phone. “Surprisingly you don’t look as smashed as you were.”

“Daitlyn is real?” He scrunched his forehead, handing the phone back to you. “Who’s Daitlyn?”

“It’s us,” you rolled your eyes at him. “It’s the ship name for our characters, Dean and Kaitlyn.”

“Ah.” He raised his eyebrows. “And I’m assuming this is a popular ‘ship’?”

“Yep.” You nodded. “Though not nearly as popular as Destiel.”

“Oh, yeah, I know that one.” He nodded. “I know that one a little too well.”

“It’s Misha’s OTP.” You teased.

“I don’t know what that means, but if I know Misha, I want nothing to do with it.” He shook his head. You giggled, tugging on the sleeves of Jensen’s sweatshirt and looking down at the photo of you, Jensen, and the fan in your lap, causing you to smile.

“Well, I don’t know about you,” Jensen said breaking the comfortable silence. “But I’m starving.”

You nodded slipping your phone into your pocket and pulling the year book up against your chest. “Me too.”

“Great.” He smiled, standing up off the ground. “Let’s go make some breakfast. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”

“We do?”

“Yep!” He grinned holding out a hand to help you stand from the swing, which you gladly accepted. He took the yearbook from you, still open to the page displaying his glory days, shaking his head. “I swear if you tell anyone about this-”

“Oh don’t worry, I already tweeted about it.” You smiled.

“You are so dead.” You took a that as your queue to run full speed towards the front door, Jensen dropping the yearbook and coffee cups in the grass to chase after you.

“Gimme your phone!” He called after you.

“Never!” You yelled back. You ran as fast as your legs would carry you, knowing good and well you couldn’t out run Jensen. You just had to beat him to the front door and lock him out. You were almost there when you felt Jensen grab your waist, lifting you into the air for a moment while you tried to squirm away from him, before he brought you down onto the grass, straddling your body, and pinning both your hands above your head using only one of his large hands.

“Stop!” You giggled, as he reached into your pocket in search for your phone. He managed to dig it out, despite your squirming.

“Password!” He demanded.

“No!” You protested.

“Tell me your password!” He repeated.

“Or what?” You challenged.

He squinted his eyes down at you, his hands immediately moving to your sides and tickling you.

“Agh! Jensen! Stop it!” You screeched between fits of laughed.

“Just tell me your damn password!” He said tickling you even harder.

“Alright! Alright! I’ll tell you!” You laughed out of breath. “Just stop it!”

He lifted his hands up, still holding your phone into the air. “‘Kay, what is it, sweetheart?”

You let out a small sigh. “Fine. It’s zero, five, fourteen.”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Isn’t that the day you joined the cast?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

“Because Jared and I watched your audition that day, and I told casting they’d be crazy not to cast you.”

“Really?” You had no idea he and Jared even watched your audition.

“Yeah, it was between you and some other girl and I knew you were perfect.” He smiled down.

Your heart swelled as you smiled back at him, staring into his gorgeous eyes. You both just looked at each other for a moment, before Jensen cleared his throat, turning his attention back to the task at hand.

You surpressed the laugh bubbling at the back of your throat as Jensen scrolled through your twitter feed, finding absolutely nothing about him.

“You didn’t post anything on here!” He scowled at you. You erupted with laughter, as Jensen continued to glare at you.

“Y-y-you’re just s-so gu-llible!” You managed to squeak out between fits of laughter.

“I am not!” He scowled at you.

“Are too!” You giggled.

“Take that back!”


“Take. It. Back.”


“You’re going to regret that.” He glared. He turned your phone to your Instagram and clicking on live stream, lifting it into the air, and pressing start. “Hey guys, Jensen Ackles here.”

“What are you going?” You said reaching for your phone. Jensen grabbed your hands holding them together, his attention still on the video.

“This is what happens when you’re a punk.” He turned the phone to the side, capturing himself and you in the camera, and pinning your hands back above your head.

“What are you-“

Jensen made the most disgusting sound, insinuating he was getting ready to spit.

“Jensen! Stop it!” You said as he smiled at you getting ready to dangle a glob of spit above your face.

“Jensen! No!” You screamed as his spit hung above your forehead. “Jensen, stop it! Stop! Okay, fine! I take it back! I take it back! You’re not gullible! You’re the least gullible person on the planet!”

He sucked the spit back up, ending the video, smiling victoriously, and let you go. “Good.”

“God, you’re such an ass!” You smacked him. “Now get off of me.”

“I dunno. I kinda like it.” He winked.

“Get off.” You shoved him with all your might, knocking him onto his back. You sat up, taking advantage of the situation, and quickly climbing on top of Jensen, pinning his shoulders to the ground. “Who’s the punk now?”

“Still you, princess.” He smiled. “And as much as I’d enjoy wrestling you, I’m starving.”

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Hold That Thought 13

Pairing: Lawyer!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing. Strong addiction to coffee. Name calling. In office affairs. Fluff. Secrets.

A/N: Just a fun little AU series cause I felt like it. While I try to get my footing for Frank Castle. Btw Other Marvel cameo’s in this story.
Matt Mudrock
Foggy Nelson
Luke Cage
Jessica Jones
Frank Castle
Pietro Maximoff
Bruce Banner

The Italics are flash backs // The bold’s are Text Messages.

A one night stand at the New York Law Firms Conference, couldn’t have been more fun, and mysterious. When your new boss Bucky Barnes introduces you to his boss; the man who runs Avengers Of Law, law firm and your new place of work. Steve Rogers and your mysterious one night stand is your bosses boss. What you want to pretend never happened, he doesn’t want to let go of. When you find yourself struggling to stay away from Steve, who won’t let up on getting you to go out with him. Can you resist, Steve who is looking for more than a one night stand, while you’re struggling to get through the long days and never ending nights of being a paralegal or will you let lust and emotions distract you from your goals in life?

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Welcome to hell

pairing: Demon!Ivar x Reader

fandom: vikings

@kumpmk @bookswillfindyouaway @nekodemon73 @sugakookiexx @mads—world @lj-laufeypevensieweasley @nightmares-are-daydreams @nothingbuthappydays @archer-whovian-violinist

Darkness had enveloped you and now that it finally began to fade away a sickening stench filled your nostrils that made you open your eyes and take in your surroundings. 
The outlines of a cave were visible, lava was flowing in the pits bellow, creating a deadly river that emitted a burning heat. You would have payed more attention to it, if the enormous wooden desk in front of you hadn’t been so irritating. Everything was strange but this was just too out of place to be any kind of normal. 
On top of the desk sat a man, his leg swung across the other with his fingers impatiently drumming against the wooden surface. One of his eyebrows was raised and he stared right at you. 
“I see you’ve been finally awake. Took you long enough.“ 
"Where am I?" 

Every bone in your body hurt but you tried to get up and move nonetheless. Had you heard him right or was he joking? 
"Excuse me?” 
“You died. This is hell. You’re as dead as it gets.”
He tells in an annoyed tone, rolling his eyes, “Can we move on to more pleasant things now?” His voice is more light-hearted once he keeps talking, a small smirk showing on his face. 
“How did I end up here…?”
“I snatched your soul away. It does get boring around here, every now and then I like a pure little plaything for myself." 
"You…kidnapped my soul?" 
"Basically, yes." 
You could barely remember but things came back to you. The squeaking sound of brakes, light flying by in the darkness and the final crash as your car hits another and everything goes black. 
"Well give it back!" 
"I don’t think so, besides you’re here now might as well have some fun right? I promise you it’s way too stuck up there anyway. You wouldn’t like it." 
"I think I’d rather decide that for myself.”
You snap back, slowly becoming irritated with the entitled brat. 
You probably really were dead even if you wished that wasn’t the case. Dead in a car crash at 24. That was way too soon to die. Nonetheless if that was it you’d rather spend your eternity in heaven than down here with this obnoxious guy that was taking a toll on your nerves. A few days with him and your supposedly ‘pure soul’ would be ready to murder him. You were sure of it. 
“Okay listen…”
He holds up his hands in surrender, jumping down from his desk. For a moment you think you saw something else than arrogance. He had lonely eyes, the kind you’d seen all your life whenever you looked in the mirror, “…I’ll show you around, maybe you like it here?” 
You should have punched him in the face but somehow you felt sorry for him even if he was a dick, “Fine.”

“You want to lick my what?” Otabek asked, his eyebrows raising as he tried to hold back his laughter. Yuri had a look of determination on his face, and the Kazakh didn’t want to ruin his confidence so easily. “Your tummy banana,” Yuri said, fingers still groping at Otabek’s length through his pants. That was it, Otabek couldn’t help but sputter into laughter, his eyes brimming with tears.

“Your yogurt slinger?” Yuri asked, frowning in confusion. He wasn’t completely fluent in English, but he figured the internet was a good place to learn more ways to talk dirty to his boyfriend. Otabek was crying, his entire body shaking as he wiped at his tears. “No more internet for you, Yura.”

“So you mean to tell me that quarter pounder with cheese isn’t a sexy way to say dick?” Yuri asked, looking seriously perplexed. “No, Yura, that’s a sandwich you buy from McDonald’s,” Otabek responded, still choking on his laughter. “Wee wee?” He asked, the Kazakh’s abs beginning to burn as he laughed.

“Taco warmer?” The Russian asked, his eyebrows furrowing with concentration as he tried to rack his brain for more euphemisms. Okay, that was it, Otabek was fucking floored. “Taco is uh.. another word for a vagina, Yura. I can’t warm something you don’t have.” “Oh,” Yuri said softly, “Well the internet is fucking useless.”

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want your bad romance (Keith/Shiro)

Summary: Lance takes Keith to the spin class he’s teaching.  Keith falls mildly in love with one of the regulars.  There are casualties.
A/N: I took my first spin class yesterday and it basically went exactly like this except I didn’t wipe out quite so dramatically and I didn’t find love

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“No, no, no,” Lance says, grabbing Keith’s water bottle out of his hands before he can set it down to claim his space.  “Newbies sit up front.”

“Lance.” Keith swipes at it, then decides it isn’t worth his energy and crosses his arms instead.  “Don’t make this more unbearable than it already is.”

After weeks—weeks of incessant begging and cajoling—he’s finally agreed to attend one of the spin classes Lance teaches at the local fitness studio.  Already, Keith has his doubts.  There’s a cultish air to the whole thing; Lance had to type in a code and lead him down a flight of stairs to get to the training room, for one, and in the dim lighting the rows of stationary bikes look like sentries.  Maybe they’re guarding the secret to a healthier, happier life, per Euphoria’s tagline.  Who knows.

“Look, that way I can help you in case something goes wrong, okay?” Lance defends.

Keith raises an eyebrow.  “We’re going to be sitting. On stationary bikes. For 45 minutes.”

“It’s harder than you’re making it sound!  And keep your newbie wristband on!”

“I don’t understand why I have to wear this!  You already know I’m a newbie.”

“It’s not for me, it’s for you,” says Lance.  “So you can identify the other newbies and bond with them.  Also, it glows in the dark.”

Keith pulls at the rubber wristband, which, sure enough, glows a faint blue.  “It’s stupid,” he mutters.

Lance brings his palms together and down in a slight chopping motion.  “Okay, first rule of spin class? Positive attitude. Now, I’m going to go change into my costume, and you’re going to find a seat.”

“Costume?”  Keith asks, but Lance has already zipped away.

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Waking Harry up with kisses on his smooth chest, lips hovering over his nipple and he lets out the tiniest, sleepiest gasp when you lower your lips down on it slowly, tongue swirling over the nub, his hands flying to your hips. A smile on your lips as you pull back and look up at him through your lashes, your kisses trail over to the other nipple slowly… before you kiss you glance up at him and his eyebrows are raised, biting his lip, smirking down at you.