okay I'm going to sleep now I wanted to finish this and I definitely have now

Double Dimensional Dan

Welp, now that I’m effectively shook by phan in Singapore, let’s try this!!! 

Genre- Hella smutty 

Warnings- Some weird ass dancest 

Word Count- 1195

A/N- PLEASE SEND ME PROMPTS!!! Also I’m probably gonna make a ton of references to current events in this so have fun with that. By the way, I’m sorry for that title. I guess I just like alliterations way too much. 


Dan was sleeping in his own bed tonight. He usually ended up in Phil’s bed, but with them moving and all, Phil ended up on the sofa and Dan ended up in his bed. It was a bit lonely there, but Dan eventually managed to fall asleep. He was in the middle of a particularly good dream about Phil when the sudden and tremendous pressure on his feet pulled him into reality.

Dan let out a yelp, finding a figure in the dark but a few inches from his face. He fumbled for his bedside lamp, eventually illuminating the room to find himself staring back at him. “What the hell?!”

“Uh… Hi!”

“Who the hell are you?!”

“I’m Daniel Howell.”

“So am I, but I go by Dan.” Dan was happy to have some slight clarification and difference between the two of them.

“So I’m really in another dimension?” Daniel looked around the room in wonder.


“I’m a scientist. I finally finished creating a dimensional portal and came through. I ended up in this dimension and came here, since it’s where I live. There’s really not much different between our two Londons, or our two rooms even. What do you do?”

“I’m a YouTuber.”

“What’s a YouTube?”

Dan couldn’t imagine a dimension without YouTube. Worse even, a dimension where he never met Phil. “Well, I guess we’ve found out the difference between our two dimensions.”

Daniel shrugged Dan’s comment off. “What was that dream you were having?”

Dan blushed immediately, remembering the dream. He was dreaming of Phil. “You heard that?”


“How much?”

“Enough to know you’re pretty into whoever Phil is.” Daniel obviously wanted to know all he could about his alter-dimensional counterpart, and Dan was fairly confident he could trust himself to not leak any information. At least, not to this dimension.

“Phil’s my boyfriend. Also my flatmate. And my best friend. But the world only knows about the last two.”

“Ah. That would explain the whispered “fuck me daddy”.”

Dan blushed once again. “I guess you heard that too.”

“Odd. In my dimension, Dan Howell is pretty dominant.” Dan noticed his doppelganger glance down at the receding bulge that had formed under his sheets during his dreams. It was the elephant in the room up until this point, but that wouldn’t last long. “You know, I can take care of that for you.”

Dan was taken aback. “But you’re me!”

“So?” Dan took a moment to think. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time he’d fucked himself. In fact, it probably would have been what he’d have done to take care of this problem in the first place. Of course, that’s totally different. But it had to be better than just jacking off.

“Oh, what the hell.” Dan threw the sheets off of his torso. “Go for it.”

Daniel was giddy. “On all fours.”

“What? I thought you were just gonna like, suck me off or something?”

“I said all fours.” Dan sighed and did as he was told.  It was almost odd, hearing his own voice commanding him with such dominance. It was almost… hot. This was something Dan could get into.

Daniel was undressing, and Dan was starting to get impatient. Dan slept naked, so he had to wait for Daniel to undress while he was already naked. “C’monnnnnn!” Dan started nudging his counterpart with his ass, begging him to hurry up. Soon, Daniel was finally undressed, but that didn’t stop Dan. He ended up rubbing his ass all over Daniel’s now bare cock. Daniel, of course, didn’t bother to move out of the way. Both Dans were quite enjoying this.

“Got any lube?” Daniel asked once he was getting hard. Dan pointed him to his bedside stand. Both were glad to hear that existed in the other’s dimension. Daniel covered his fingers in lube and was about to stick one in Dan’s ass when the two heard the door open and both turned their heads to see who had entered.

“Dan, is everything okay in here? I got up to use the bathroom and saw your light was… WHAT THE HELL?!”

“Uh… Hi, Phil…”

Daniel interjected. “This is Phil?” He looked the black-haired boy up and down. “Good pick.”

“I have no clue how there are two Dans here, but I feel slightly offended being left out of this.” Phil was getting a bit of a bulge himself, which both the Dans noticed. Phil tossed off the boxers he was sleeping in and strode over to Dan’s bed. “You…”

Phil pointed blankly at Daniel, not even knowing the name of the boy he was about to fuck. “Daniel.”

“You two freak me out.” Phil took the lube out of Daniel’s hand and squeezed some into his own. “I didn’t say stop.” Daniel proceeded to begin fingering Dan’s ass, as he was going to before Phil walked in. He inserted two fingers immediately, and began scissoring them. All three of them were getting very eager.

Daniel quickly added another finger, pumping his fingers in and out for only a few seconds before they all gave in to the urge and Daniel prepared to penetrate Dan with his rock hard cock. Phil quickly bumped Daniel out of the way. “Hey, he’s my boyfriend. My turn.” Phil penetrated instead, leaving Daniel to move around to Dan’s front.

“Suck me off.” Dan gladly took his counterpart in his mouth, both sucking Daniel and being fucked by Phil at the same time. The three moved in a rhythmic triangle, Dan moving along with Phil’s thrusts and sucking along to the beat Phil was setting. Daniel was soon nearing orgasm, and pulled out of Dan’s mouth. He pushed Phil out of the way and the two switched. Daniel took Dan’s asshole, and Dan started sucking Phil off.

Daniel immediately started hitting Dan’s prostate, and Dan moaned, almost choking on Phil. Dan soon looked up at Phil with his deep chestnut eyes and backed away, giving him the ability to speak. “Daddy, I’m close!” Daniel looked up at Phil, feeling slightly left out, and gave a particularly hard thrust. Dan winced, and Phil looked down at the pained boy.

“Come untouched and finish me off.” Dan moaned, coming all over his bedsheets. Daniel came into him, and fell limp on the foot of Dan’s bed. Dan finished sucking Phil and swallowed his cum, both of them falling beside Daniel.

The three lay there helplessly for a few moments before Daniel finally stood up. “I guess I ought to be going back now. Thank you for the… Research.” He dressed himself, waved, and walked out of Dan’s room.

“I don’t know what that was or who he was, but it was definitely the weirdest hookup I’ve ever had.” Phil was confused and slightly concerned.

“I’m still waiting to wake up.”

“I don’t think you’re going to.” The two looked out Dan’s window to see the slightest gleams of the sunrise. Dan took Phil’s hand. Neither of them knew what had just happened, and they were both probably going to repress that memory. But as long as they had each other, it would all be okay.

spitfirechick  asked:

If you're taking prompts, could you do #83 from the "99 ways to say I love you" for NurseyDex please?

(sorry, this took me a little while! thanks for your patience!!)

83. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

At first, all he means to do is knock on Chowder’s door and sleep on his floor. He’s done it before; it gives him time to think and vent if he needs to, and then by the morning he’s usually ready to apologize, as is Dex. But even if he’s not, he knows that his wonderful, amazing goalie friend will always let him stay a few hours longer, because he’s Chowder and he’s far too polite to kick Nursey out when he has no place else to go.

Who apologizes first depends on a number of things. Sometimes it’s Dex who taps once or twice on C’s door with an invitation to walk to Annie’s, hands fidgeting and tired eyes examining the floor. Other times it’s Nursey who slips a note under their door, lunch? or Walk me to class?, before slipping outside to wait for Dex on the front porch.

But this wasn’t like any fight they’d had before; this time, there was no ‘usually’ or ‘sometimes’ that applied. It wasn’t about money or gifts or parents. They hadn’t lost a game, neither had had a particularly bad day, and they had told everyone who mattered a month ago. Together.

This was two in the morning, running on empty, things you don’t mean but can’t take back, and yelling that woke up the entire Haus - even Chowder, who’s slept through more of their arguments than Nursey can count.

So when Dex suggests he leave (at the top of his lungs), Nursey doesn’t even bother grabbing a jacket, just brushes past a concerned Chowder, a cranky Bitty, a solemn Whiskey and a confused Tango and leaves. 

He walks. Where, he isn’t really paying attention, but he’s wide awake and he can’t stop himself from replaying their fight over and over in his head. He knows he messed up, knows he should’ve just gone to bed when Dex snapped at him. But as much as he could blame himself for not being the bigger person, Dex shouldn’t have taken it all out on him, and he knows that they’re both to blame for letting it get this far.

They’ll always be like this, Nursey thinks, too reactive for their own good. He’d try to be optimistic, convince himself that it’s lack of maturity, sleep, or any number of things, but by now he knows better. It’s frustrating, because while he loves a challenge (and what else is Dex, really, if not a challenge), he hates when Dex folds in on himself. There’s always that point in an argument when someone realizes they’re going to lose, but unfortunately for them, realizing that you’re going to lose does not mean conceding your point. Instead, they will inevitably get stuck in some endless loop of you’re wrong, I’m right, every time. 

The thing is, it’s no longer a challenge if there’s no way to win.

With a resigned sigh, Nursey drops down heavily onto a bench and pulls out his phone. 3:30, the screen seems to scream at him, and he runs a hand through his hair. He’s on the opposite side of campus, he realizes, a long way from the Haus and a longer way from Dex. He’s cold - it’s the middle of the night, but he’s wearing a long-sleeved tee and sweatpants and sitting on a metal bench. He can’t even remember what the fight was about anymore, he’s so tired, and the mere idea of hauling his ass back who knows how many miles makes his bones ache. He misses Dex. 

He contemplates calling him, but thinks better of it. Maybe Dex went back to sleep. He’d only be more irritable if Nursey woke him up, and besides, he definitely hasn’t cooled off as quickly as Nursey has. Nursey doesn’t know what he’d say, either. “Sorry,” maybe. “Are you still mad?” probably, even though he thinks he already knows the answer. 

Their first big argument as a couple, they had both agreed to part ways for the night. Nursey had attempted to sleep on the green couch, but couldn’t stop tossing and turning until Dex crept downstairs an hour later to join him. No apology, no notes under doors, and yet when they woke up plastered together the next morning, Nursey knew it was over. 

He clears his head and replays the argument again, pays attention to Dex’s words instead of the murderous glare he gave Nursey that planted a rock in the pit of his stomach. I don’t want to see you right now, Nurse. Just get out.

Nursey knows that “right now” does not mean “ever again.” If Dex meant “ever again,” he’d have said it; he’s not one to beat around the bush. But “get out” is something else. Nursey’s been analyzing tone and diction since he was in middle school, and he likes to think that since he decided to major in creative writing, he’s gotten pretty good at it. “Get out,” like everything else Dex says and does, is efficient and to the point. Go somewhere else. Leave. I don’t want you here.

“Get out” doesn’t come with an expiration date. There’s no implied later, like there is in “right now.” There’s no see you in the morning or but come back when you’re ready. When Nursey thinks about “I don’t want to see you right now” and “get out” in the same breath, he sees tomorrow night spent on his freshman year roommate’s couch. He sees the rest of the week there, too, a slowly growing pile of his things taking up space in the corner. A month goes by, and Dex decides he likes things better this way; he finally has the room to himself, and Nursey doesn’t get underfoot anymore. Two months, and Dex doesn’t need him at all.

Nursey fumbles for his phone so fast that he almost drops it onto the pavement. His hands are shaking as he searches for Dex’s contact and presses the little phone icon, holding his breath as the line rings in his ear. 

Dex doesn’t pick up.

Nursey lays the phone down delicately in his lap and stares at the empty black screen. He gets the message. “Get out” doesn’t mean “leave.” It means “leave me.”

And Nursey hadn’t even been paying enough attention to realize it until now.

He numbly picks up the phone again. If he and Dex are through, he should at least leave a voicemail to tell Dex that he can come by and pick up his stuff in the morning. He’ll stay with Noah, really, it’s not an issue. As he scrolls through his contacts again, he dimly remembers a Facebook post that showed Noah moving to an off-campus apartment with some other junior. Kyle? No, Tyler. He’ll ask if he can stay with them; they’d probably be grateful for the extra help with the rent, anyway. 

This time, Dex picks up, and he sounds wide awake. “Derek? Listen, I-”

“It’s okay, Will, I get it,” Nursey says and feels his chest contract, like his lungs can’t fill themselves up anymore. “'It’s not you, it’s me,’ right? Whatever, it’s chill, I can come by and get my stuff tomorrow morning, there’s these guys I know who have a place and I can probably room with them, I just wanted to tell you so you didn’t think I-”

“Wait, what are you talking about, 'it’s not you, it’s me?’ Why… Is this, are you moving out of the Haus?” Dex asks quietly.

“That’s what you said you wanted, isn’t it?” Nursey’s voice cracks at the end, and he hates himself for it.

“I-When did I say that? Oh my God, I didn’t actually say that, did I?” Instead of pleased, like Nursey was expecting, Dex sounds horrified.

“You didn’t have to, Will. I told you, it’s chill, I get it. I can call a few guys from the soccer team to help me with all the boxes, it won’t-”

“Derek, stop.” Nursey clamps his mouth shut so hard his teeth click together. “I don’t want you to move out.”

Nursey blinks. “You don’t?”

“No, I don’t. Of course I don’t.”

For some reason, maybe it’s the way the breeze whips around him just then or the way Dex says of course like Nursey’s made of glass, he breaks. He’s crying before he can stop himself, and then, like they do when he’s writing sometimes, the words just… fall out.

“Thank God, Will, because it was a stupid fight and I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be mad at you for anymore because I’m not mad at you, I promise, but I didn’t know if you were still mad at me and if you were then you definitely wouldn’t have wanted to talk and so I almost didn’t call but I was terrified, Will, and I miss you, and even if you want me to sleep on the couch or you still need space or you want to take a break, I don’t care, I’ll do anything, whatever you want, I just want to come home.”

“Derek - Wait, you left? Where are you?” Dex asks, concerned.

Nursey sniffs. “On a bench, by Faber.”

“Stay there, okay? I’m coming to get you,” Dex says, and Nursey hears shuffling in the background.

“Okay,” he breathes when the rustling dies down. A door slams, and then Dex sighs.

“Look, Nursey, about what I said before… I don’t want you to leave, and I don’t want to break up or take a break or any of that bullshit. I just… Fuck, I just needed some time to think and you know how shit I am at asking for that when I’m mad. I’m sorry. I’ll be there soon, okay? Don’t hang up,” he adds quickly. “You don’t have to say anything, just don’t hang up.”

“Okay,” Nursey says again, smaller this time. He takes a deep breath in and lets it out. “I don’t want any of that, either, and I’m sorry, too.”

“Good,” Dex says, and Nursey can hear his smile. “It’s gonna take more than some dumb fight to get rid of me, Nurse.”

Nursey grins, despite himself. “Will Poindexter, resident poet and sap.”

“You love it.”

“I do, but I love you more, so-”

“Wait, and I'm the sap?”

Nursey laughs, which makes Dex laugh, and soon they’re back to what they do best, Nursey and Dex, Derek and Will. They talk, bicker, make plans for tomorrow, and Nursey is just planning to tell Dex how much he loves him (again), but the line goes dead before he can say anything.

“No jacket? Jesus, Nurse, it’s gotta be thirty degrees out.”

Nursey’s head pops up so fast Dex is afraid he might have whiplash, but a second later Dex’s arms are full of him and his head is tucked into Dex’s neck, so he lets it go. “What if you catch a cold, you idiot?” He murmurs affectionately into Nursey’s hair. “What am I gonna do with you then?”

Nursey sighs and pulls Dex impossibly closer, but it’s punctuated by a shiver. “Don’t care, s'long as it means you’ll stay.”

“Of course,” Dex says, and it’s different this time. This time, it doesn’t feel like Nursey’s about to shatter; it feels like coming home.

AU for 12x11

Sam hasn’t been blackout drunk for a couple of years, not since the night that he got Dean back from demonhood and put away nearly an entire bottle of Jack. That time he woke up face down in his pillows, fully clothed with his dislocated shoulder shooting violent bolts of pain down his spine. This time, he comes to with the sky wheeling white above him, his clothes damp and his knees muddy and twigs and leaves in his hair. He sits up, hauls himself to his feet and staggers forward a dozen yards or so to emerge onto a jogging track, a woman in bright lycra thudding past with headphones in her ears. His legs are bruised and aching and his mind is… fuck, so foggy, a great roiling cloud of nothingness, and he has to stop thinking about that right fucking now if he wants to stay calm. He runs his hands through his hair, dislodging a beetle and a shower of debris, tries to straighten up his clothes. He finds his phone in his pocket, the screen shattered and dead. Great. But the next woman down the track has a guy alongside her, a personal trainer maybe, so Sam steps forward hoping that he won’t intimidate them both away.

“Hey,” he says, hoarse. “Can I – I’m sorry. Can I borrow your phone?” 

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If Jamie and Claire (and Wee Ian) could text: Jamie throws out his back in Drums of Autumn and they get it on in the lean-to Edition because why not (BOOK SPOILERS)
  • Claire: Jamie you've been out in the snow for far too long
  • Claire: are you alright?
  • Claire: Jamie?
  • Claire: Jamie Brigitta Fraser respond to me right this minute
  • >>Wee Ian Murray was added to the chat<<
  • Claire: Ian have you heard from you uncle??
  • Claire: he went out hunting and he's not responding to my demeaning jibes
  • Ian: omg!
  • Ian: are ye sure he's not just sleeping on the hunt and ignoring the texts?
  • Claire: god I hope so but you give it a go
  • Ian: Hey, Uncle, I bedded five different Tuscarora lassies at once last night, and they had me Tuscaroarin'
  • Claire: ohgoodlordIan
  • {{{crickets}}}
  • Ian: oh aye he's definitely not seeing these texts
  • Ian: I'm a half day away but I'll head your way now
  • Claire: I'm heading out into the snow to find him
  • Ian: be safe auntie
  • Ian: dress warmly
  • {{{two hours}}}
  • Claire: Jamie I found your trail but it went cold
  • Claire: PLEASE text me
  • Ian: borrowed a horse, will be there asap
  • Claire: of Course Jamie picks a bloody blizzard to disappear in
  • {{{one hour}}}
  • Claire: I will never forgive you if you got eaten by a wildcat or
  • Jamie: I'm alive
  • Claire: OH THANK GOD
  • Ian: WHEW
  • Ian: what happened??
  • Claire: WHERE ARE YOU??
  • Jamie: Threw out my back
  • Jamie: cannnamove
  • Claire: WHERE??
  • Jamie: those your thundering footsteps I hear
  • Tramping about?
  • Jamie: go down the hill and
  • To the left, my sun and stars
  • Jamie: halpthishurtssobad
  • {{{twenty minutes}}}
  • Claire: found him Ian
  • Claire: made a quick lean to
  • Claire: we're going to wait out the storm a bit
  • >>pings location on google maps <<
  • Claire: come find us and bring the horse as soon as you can
  • Ian: okay still three hours out
  • Ian: two hours out
  • Ian: one hour out
  • Ian: 30 mins
  • Ian: you guys okay?
  • Ian: why aren't you responding ?
  • Ian: okay I think I'm here
  • Ian: oh yeah I see the lean to at the bottom of this cliff
  • Ian: wait are you...
  • Ian: 😱
  • Ian: 😏 oh y'all NASTY
  • Ian: but also adorable
  • Ian: ❄️🎶baby it's collddddddd outttttsiiiiiiiiide🎶❄️
  • Ian: also not to be creepy but you guys have some moves
  • Ian: jaysus
  • Ian: I'm averting my eyes I swear
  • Ian: buuuuuuut first imma help set this #Mood a little better
  • >>incoming files:
  • Like_a_virgin.mp3
  • Missy_elliot_work it.mp3
  • boyz2men_ill_make_love_to_you.mp3
  • Ian: okay I've given you quite a range there
  • Ian: maybe run through all three and see how it goes
  • Ian: you guys do your thang
  • Ian: I'll just
  • Ian: oh wait
  • Ian: sounds like you're finishing up now
  • Ian: you didna get to use the playlist 😔
  • Ian: save for next time aye?
  • Ian: okay I'm guessing you'll be checking your phones in 3...2..:
  • Ian: well yeah that's the whole point!!
  • Ian: was just tryna be supportive!
  • Jamie: oh and that five lassies joke wasna AT ALL funny
  • Ian: oh aye. DEFINITELY was A joke.
  • Ian: ha
  • Jamie: Christyourmotherwilleviscerateme
  • Ian: so are we all finished or should I go take a lap?
  • Ian: dinna want the playlist to go to waste
What I’m Proudest Of


Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: You were his Eliza.

Note: (uses super vague summary so you have to go into this disaster fic BLIND) So, essentially I’m a monster and this is the outcome to that but @letsgiggletogether ENCOURAGED IT SO BLAME HER TOO.

Word Count: 4,247 (distant screaming)


2 years before

“Babe, have you seen my journal?”

“Lin, I can see at least five journals from where I’m standing and three of them are definitely yours,” you snorted as you watched him scurry around the apartment.

“Okay, fair enough,” he said. “But like, I need it.”

“It’s the Eliza one, isn’t it?” you asked knowingly.

“Maybe,” he looked at you sheepishly.

“Last I saw it was in the pantry, god knows why,” you laughed.

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  A Dream Come True

My first attempt at a RPF! I love Norman, but am nowhere near an expert on him, like I am with Jeffrey. 😜 So excuse my writing of him.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Norman Reedus

Word count ~ 3500

Warnings- a few swears, reader talks sex, nothing else in this part.

Tags~ @stileswolfi @magikat409 @jasoncrouse @nothin-after-79 @magpiegirl80  @omgitss0y @binegan @metal-xo @mypopculturediva @angelofthenite

 This was all new. A convention wasn’t anything I had ever experienced , especially one specifically for The Walking Dead, one of my all time favorite television shows. I always thought those conventions were for hardcore, borderline crazy, fans. Yet here I am, packing for my flight to Atlanta.

 I went all out, purchasing the most expensive “platinum” weekend tickets, I even booked the hotel that I had heard the celebrity guests were staying at. Only place I “skimped” on was buying only photo ops and autographs for my two guys, Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Norman Reedus.

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ravnclaws  asked:

Hi, Rhiannon! I'd love to see what you do with Jily + #4! xx

‘blow my heart out’

#4: “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”

For some reason I actually have inspiration??? probs because I’m meant to be doing coursework, oops. Anyways, here ya go!

canon (sixth year)

“If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his arse.” Marlene says loudly, too loudly.

Lily rolls her eyes, “He’s not going to treat me like shit.”

“Who’s going to treat you like shit, Evans?” Potter has appeared, of course, and Marlene smiles because that’s what she wanted.

“None of your business,” she says, trying not to look at him.

They’re on their way to Hogsmeade, the first trip of the new year, and Potter has jogged to catch up with him, abandoning the other Marauders several metres behind. They catch up now, Sirius scowling at James.

“If he’s going to treat you like shit it is!” Potter sounds indignant.

“Who’s treating her like shit?” Peter and Remus ask in unison.

“Davey Gudgeon,” Marlene supplies, ever the traitor.

Potter splutters. “Gudgeon? Davey Gudgeon?”

“Jealous?” Peter asks, because they all know it’s true. Except for Lily, who just speeds up.

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Sick Days 3.0 #23

23: Not the Norm
Your character isn’t doing too well, but it’s not because of the normal culprits. Basically, all illnesses/ailments here should be non-bacterial, non-viral, and non-fungal!
Suggestions: Motion sickness, psychosomatic, response to pain, response to a stimulus in their environment (a smell, a taste), overeating, over drinking, hangover, migraine, hypothermia, heat exhaustion, heat stroke.

[Fandom: Spider-Man: Homecoming] 

In hindsight, Peter should have known that diving into an icy river to intercept an enemy with a sneak attack was a bad idea, but at the time, he was more than thrilled with his quick thinking as he dove into the river. He hadn’t planned on the villain getting away, nor had he planned on his suit’s heating abilities to malfunction. To be frank, he just hadn’t planned. He had gotten sucked into the heat of battle with the want to impress the city as his driving force, and now he’s left a drenched mess as he walks along a hidden path with no clear direction in mind.

Well, walking wouldn’t be the correct word because his shivering has his muscles screaming in protest. He’s more or less stumbling along a dark path framed by trees. There’s a brief thought that he should be worried; the enemy did escape after all, but he’s centering his concern on not dying of hypothermia. He knows the signs and symptoms, one of the many perks of his useful brain, so he’s holding onto the small hope that he’s sort of okay because he’s still shivering, but warming up soon would honestly be in his best interest if he wants to wake up tomorrow and continue being a hero.

However, hope is becoming a fleeting thought lost against a slowing mind as he continues forward with shaking, staggering steps. His body feels heavy, like anchors are tied to his feet and threatening to pull him through the frozen ground and out of existence. His thoughts are a jumbled mess, but he still catches onto a fading tip and presses two icy fingers to the inside of his wrist. His pulse is a weak thump against his fingertips, and his initial reaction is to curse, but his words come out in a slow slur as if he’s had one too many to drink. 

It’s hard, but he manages to pick up his pace despite his limbs moving similar to a newborn deer. But suddenly, like a beacon of light bursting through a clutter of dark, storm clouds, he spots a light, not just any light either. It’s a massive light that extends high above the trees, and he stumbles toward it. 

After two minutes, he reaches an empty highway that looks strangely familiar to his tired eyes, and one slow drag of his gaze shows the highway leading toward the light. He follows it, stumbling along the paved road for what feels like years, but finally, the road shifts and narrows, and next thing his mind can process, he’s stumbling toward a large gate with a curved A across the front. 

On the gate is a small panel with a button, and he presses it with a shaking finger and waits for an answer. 

“You’re a long way from home, Parker.”

“H-Happy?” Peter asks weakly before giving in to his bucking knees. His finger slides off button as he collapses to the ground. He can hardly keep his eyes open, and though he’s faintly aware that sleeping equals danger, he cannot physically keep his eyes from drooping closed. He can faintly hear the gate squeaking open, and then everything goes black. 


“Should we make a rule that you aren’t allowed to chase danger alone? Do I need to assign you a babysitter?” 

Tony Stark’s voice is not the first thing Peter expects to hear when waking up, and he tugs at broken memories for an answer as to why Tony Stark is here. But, his mind is too cut and jagged. He remembers fighting, then water, and after that, everything is just cold, too cold. 

“I had it handled,” he rasps out, voice weak and cracking and sounding so foreign to his ears. 

“So that’s why you showed up at our doorstep toeing death? Definitely seems like you had it handled.” 

Peter frowns at Tony’s words, and he rolls his head to the side until he can see the older man eased in a chair pulled at his bedside. “What? toeing death?” 

“Have you ever heard of hypothermia?” 

Oh, Peter thinks as he drags his gaze back to the ceiling. That one word glues the broken pieces of his mind together, and the previous night’s events come back like a bucket of ice water to his face. He shivers and burrows deeper under the covers. “There may have been a slight blip in my plan.” 

“You call diving into a river in the middle of winter ‘a slight blip?’”

“I wasn’t anticipating on my suit to malfunction,” Peter fires back weakly, and Tony sighs loudly at this. 

“Well, it won’t be malfunctioning again anytime soon.” 

Peter ignores his aching muscles in favor of shooting up into a sitting position with sharp gasp. “You are taking it away from me?” His words are frantic, and his voice holds a small tremor. 

“Easy, kid. You’ll get it back once we finish adjusting it. For now, we need to set rules.” 

Peter frowns. “If heroes had rules, we wouldn’t get anything done.” 

“You want me to keep this suit forever?” 

Peter drops back against the pillows with a narrow gaze but doesn’t argue further. He rolls his eyes when Tony starts ticking off ground rules. 

“Number one: Use the Buddy System. Take that Ted friend with you if you have to; I don’t care. You are no longer allowed to go anywhere alone…”

robertisbisexual  asked:

I would like to request that night in Amsterdam from the friends to lovers au thanks

thank u malorie i absolutely didn’t force you to send me this ask so i had an excuse to write more of this verse. set within the same universe as this ficlet, some pre-relationship fluff.

a slight warning - there is recreational drug use in this ficlet, if that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable!

Aaron’s in a grump with him. Robert knows this, and he should probably apologise to his best mate, instead of watching Aaron angrily neck a coffee in one of the over priced, overly busy coffee shops on Dam Square, but he’s not going to.

Robert wasn’t very good at apologising. He was good at sweeping issues under the rug and pretending like he hadn’t made a mistake, but apologising? It wasn’t really part of the Robert Sugden arsenal.

“Are you going to be in a mood with me all day?” Robert inquired, swirling the last of his coffee around his mug, the dregs of the caffeine mucky and cold now. He spotted a girl giving him an appreciative look out of the corner of his eye, and he couldn’t help but smirk.

He knew he looked good today. It was the height of summer, and they’d landed to Amsterdam in the midst of a heatwave, so he’d broken out his shorts, the turquoise material hugging his arse, the white t-shirt he’d paired it with showing off the arm muscles he finally had, now Aaron dragged him to the gym three times a week.

“What are you smirking at?” Aaron practically growled, his mood clearly not any better than it had been that morning, when he’d woken a very hungover Robert up by banging around their hotel bathroom, singing in the shower at eight am.

Robert had known he was in the bad books from the moment he’d woken up.

“Nothing, grumpy,” Robert rolled his eyes. “Sightseeing is hardly going to be fun if you’re in vile humour all day long, is it? Cheer up.”

“You could just fucking apologise to me, you dick,” Aaron rolled his eyes, finishing the last of his coffee, folding his arms across his chest.

“When I have ever apologised?” Robert joked.

“Yeah, maybe thats the problem,” Aaron sighed. “You’re always right, aren’t you? Robert fucking Sugden, the only one who knows anything at all.”

Okay, so Robert had fucked up. They’d gone to a club last night, one of Amsterdam’s best gay clubs, in fact, and Aaron had been snapped up by some lanky German lad, buying Aaron beers and keeping him away from Robert all night.

He hadn’t been jealous. Robert obviously hadn’t been jealous - Aaron was his best friend, and that was all there was too it. He just hadn’t liked the look of the guy, so maybe he’d warned him off before Aaron could cop off with him.

And maybe Aaron and him had had a screaming match in the middle of a foreign city, Aaron yelling blue bloody murder about how Robert had no right to dictate who Aaron could and couldn’t sleep with.

Which was fair, if Robert was being logical.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Robert tried. “I was acting like a dick.”

“Yeah, you were.”

“Can you forgive me?” Robert gave Aaron his best puppy dog eyes, hoping to get a laugh out of his best friend. He’d always been good at that, making Aaron laugh - considered it one of his best skills, really.

“Do it again, and I will murder you,” Aaron threatened, looking completely serious.

Robert grinned. “Deal. Now can we go to the sex museum and get high? Because I didn’t come to Amsterdam to not be a complete cliche.”

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So, um, @kotyonoksnz is a literal gift to this community and her art is always PHENOMENAL, but her latest drawing of sick Shiro has killed me. I am dead because Shiro just looks so sick and miserable, and it needs a fic accompanied with it (also this is the most inspiration I’ve had for writing in so long omg)

Also, Theres a ton of mention of vomiting and stuff in this chapter. You have been warned.


College and daycares are a breeding ground for germs. Seeing as how Shiro has never stepped foot in a daycare in his life, he definitely picked up the stomach bug he’d been battling for the last few days from someone on campus.

He could handle anything but a stomach bug. Literally, anything else would have been fine - hell, he would have even taken the flu over this.

He was miserable.

He had been on the couch in his and Keith’s dorm, shivering underneath a thick black hoodie. His stomach was churning constantly, leaving him perpetually queasy and feeling like he was on the verge of vomiting at any moment.

Keith, God bless him, had skipped classes the past few days to sit with him on the couch. He was sitting cross legged, balancing a textbook on his right thigh, while Shiro laid with his head on Keith’s left thigh.

“You sure you don’t want a blanket? You’re shivering.” Keith asked, looking up from the text and down at the larger man.
“M'not…” Shiro trailed off, his voice wavering as he fought back tears. “M'not cold.”
“Alright.” Keith said simply and went back to reading.

If it wasn’t enough that Shiro had contracted the stomach bug from hell, the fever, coupled with how poorly he was feeling was making him emotional.

“Shiro, you’re okay.” Keith soothed a few moments later, as Shiro choked on yet another sob.
“I just…I want my mom.” He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.
Keith had a hand on his head, stroking it gently. “I know.”
“Why did I choose to go to a college so far away?” He moaned, clenching his jaw as his stomach rolled.

He hardly even had the energy to cry, he had been so sick that Keith was surprised he hadn’t landed himself in the emergency room yet.

Keith shrugged. “Have you called her?”
He shook his head, curling and uncurling his toes as pain and nausea shot through his stomach. He all but whimpered, “‘can’t handle it right now.”
He frowned. “Yeah…hey, how are you feeling?”
Shiro chuckled humorlessly, breathless. “Really?”
“No, I mean…just let me know if you’re gonna…you know.”
Shiro’s stomach churned again, this time accompanied by rolling heat that prickled at his back and stomach. “I-I think…”

As soon as he shuddered, and wrapped an arm around his abdomen, Keith grabbed the bin that was in front of him on the floor and shoved it towards Shiro as he rolled on his stomach and propped himself up. He leaned over the side of the couch, stomach heaving as he emptied what little he had left in it.

Shiro ran his hand halfway through his hair, pushing it out of the way. Keith had his hand on his back.

“Okay, shit. Uh…it’s fine. Just breathe, I-I guess.”

Even though this was nothing new, and Keith wasn’t surprised, he still sucked at comforting people.

“S-sor-” Shiro was cut off by another heave.
“Why are you apologizing? Don’t apologize. You’re sick, it’s fine.”

Once Shiro had finished, he collapsed down into his stomach, pressing his cheek to Keith’s leg, his eyelids drooping.

“Hey.” Keith said, looking down at Shiro and pushing his hair off of the sick man’s clammy forehead. “Don’t sleep yet, you need to drink water.”
Shiro mumbled something incoherent, staring straight ahead through heavy eyelids.

“I know you feel terrible, but you’re going to get dehydrated. Come on, dude.”
Shiro groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “I really don’t feel well, Keith.”
“Yeah, I’ve gathered that from four days of puke.” Keith bristled, worry gnawing at the pit of his stomach. “You’re going to feel even worse when I take you to the hospital and you get a needle shoved in your arm.”
“No hospital.”
“Yeah I agree. I’m not carrying your ass there, you’ll squish me.”
“It’s a good thing you’re not a nurse.” Shiro slurred, eyes going in and out of focus. “Your bedside manner sucks.”
Keith chuckled lightly. “Think you can sit up okay?”

Shiro nodded, and slowly pushed himself into a sitting position. Keith leaned forward to grab the glass of water from the coffee table and handed it to his roommate.

Shiro raised it to his lips with shaky hands.

Keith eyed him, taking note of Shiro’s pale complexion. His face had taken on a slightly grey tinge, which was, quite honestly, scaring the shit out of Keith. Because Shiro hadn’t gotten much sleep, and he was just so exhausted, he looked as if he had bruises underneath his eyes. His eyes, which usually looked so full of life, were dull, signaling just how miserable he was feeling.

“Now don’t chug it or you’ll just make yourself sick.”
Shiro nodded, and once Keith was satisfied, he slumped back down, resuming his previous position.

“Get some sleep.” Keith said softly, putting his hand back on Shiro’s head.

Shiro simply nodded.

anonymous asked:

Curious, what are some fics / writers you do recommend? You can include your own if you want:) I'm new here and I don't know where to begin

Hey, Anon! I have a LOT of them that I love, so here’s a general top 20 of my favorites. These are in NO particular order. I tried to include the full spectrum of smutty-to-platonic, one-shot-to-multichapter, etc. I’m also including 5 that I love of my own at the bottom, okay?

Let the Mermen Flirt with Me by @mythosethan . If you love MerRhett, you’ll love this fic. Rated E.

Hungry Ghosts by @ratchetrhink. A lot of great fluff, angst, and smut in this one. Rated E.

It’s the End of the World As We Know It by @awkwardkermitfrog . Okay, I’m just going to give you the warning now. This is a GREAT read, but it’s a hard one. I literally had to take a Xanax after because of a panic attack. IT’S SO REALISTIC AND AMAZING. Just go in prepared that it’s a hard read.

Five Days in May by @mythicaliz . This is such a good “what if?” story and I love the plot of them being away for 5 days. Rated M.

Flinch War Rematch by @themouthking . This one is just hot. I’ll leave it at that. It’s sexy and I love it. I’ve only read it about 30 times now. Rated E. Like all of the stuff by tmk ;)

This Pleases Rehtt by Rehtt using @festivalofpudding ’s ao3 ;) ;). Okay, I said no particular order, but this is easily one of my favorite fics on the entire dang site. It’s HILARIOUS. If you like @rehttno , you’ll LOVE This Pleases Rehtt.

late night messages by hello_human. Okay, this one is great, and it’s a quick read. Rhett has a pastel porn blog on tumblr, and Link is a very big fan. Obviously E.

Your Letter by @afangirlsplaylist . This is a work in progress, but it’s SO good so far. Link is writing letters to people in his life or people from his past, addressing his feelings honestly in his journal.

Mixtape by @magicbubblepipe . Oh man, this is so sweet and I just smile every time I read it! Link accidentally gives Rhett a mixtape that has a love song on it… and things kind of get out of hand from there. Rated T.

Comin’ on Strong by @clemwasjustagirl . Oh man, if you dig Cowboy Rhett, you’ll love this angsty deliciousness. Rated E.

We All Scream for Ice Cream by @themouthking . Come on, this one is just hot. Rhett turns Link into one yummy ice cream sandwich. Rated E. Because tmk.

Criminal by @rhinkipoo . Oh gosh. Oh gosh oh gosh this is good stuff. If you’re down for some asshole!link, you’ll like this. He’s a jerk for reasons. Go read it.

Life After by FamousWolf. This one is just… wow. Just wow. Powerful. I don’t even know how to describe it. You almost have to just read it and go from there. It’s 22 chapters, so be ready to have a sleepless night taking a peek.

Sugar Daddy by @themouthking . older!link wakes up in his dorm room and sees younger!rhett. It gets interesting (and rhinky).

Behind Door No. 2 by @mythicalseries . Rhett takes his chances at a high school party, and Link has to decide if he wants to be more than just friends. This is a follow-up to a previous fic where Link made a different decision, so be sure to read both (even though they can be enjoyed separately).

A Part of Me by @clemwasjustagirl . This broke me and put me back together. Clemwasjustagirl has heard a lot of expletives from me about this one. It’s so wonderful.

Two Fronts by @remembertherandler , illustrated by @valvenaut . Oh gosh. This one made me cry and smile and everything else. It’s a work in progress, but seriously, go read it. I didn’t sleep because I wanted to finish this one.

Screw it and do it by @themouthking . One of my favorite epistolary fics EVER. So good.

Burning by @ratchetrhink. Rhett and Link go to Burning Man. It’s HOT. (Definitely E).

Salt, Tequila, Lime by @rhinkipoo . So delicious. It’s all about body shots.

Overwater by FamousWolf. Link brings Rhett on a tropical vacation and… I mean, this one is just plain amazing. They’re in paradise and it’s a wonderful story of their love.

Okay, that was already more than 20. Sorry about that. I seriously could list so many more, but any one of those would be a great place to start.

There are so many other amazing authors, fics, and everything else in this fandom, but I couldn’t list every single fic I love or we’d be here for the next decade, honestly. @emmammg , @one-true-houselight , @heatgeneratingtechniques , and @the-average-bear are a few of my other favorites that I would recommend!

As for a few of my own…

Suit and Jacket- have to shamelessly plug this one. It’s my baby. Basically, Rhett’s dad says he has to choose a serious career, and afraid of what that means for the plans he and Link have together, they run away to pursue their dreams. Set in 1994. Rated T. Illustrations by @emmammg

 He Is the Same- another long fic I’m writing. This is a modern AU set in the present, but RandL are 24 years old. Rhett is an NBA star, Link is a famous rapper. They’re home for 3 weeks and reconnect after 6 years apart. Rated M (will be E, likely, before the end).

Mixed Media. I’m co-writing this with the lovely @themouthking and it’s all about Rhett and Link being rival art school students… who might kind of be more into each other than they’re willing to admit.

 Overpriced Coffee. This is just pure fluff. I mean, it’s a little cheesy and overcaffeinated and very, very fluffy. But hey, manbun!rhett is in it.

 Rhinky Bits. These are my short one-shots that are usually written for prompts. It’s just a collection of ficlets and if you want short, bite-sized reading, any one of these stories fits the bill there. If you have an idea for one, send it to my asks and I’ll add it to my doc of prompt inspiration that I pull from when I need a new topic!

Thank you for asking! Sorry if I overwhelmed you with too many suggestions… I just couldn’t narrow it down.

(Oh, and if I mentioned you and your name is different here than on ao3, let me know and I can tag you here. I just don’t know what everyone’s name here compared to ao3 is!)

anonymous asked:

The thing I love reading the most in fanfictions is the "moment" when a character realize he is in love :D soo my prompt is: Soma realizing he has fallen in love with Erina. How do you picture it happening? (I know it's banal but I really enjoy your writing so I'm kinda curious) ((also sorry for my bad english))

Thanks for the prompt, anon! I love those kinds of moments as well. (Also, your English is great!) Here’s my take on it…

Souma sat on the roof of his Sydney restaurant with a whiskey in hand. He had just finished a lonnnnnng dinner service. The Australian prime minister had actually made a reservation just to taste newest dish, and of course nearly half the federal legislature had followed suit. By the time he and his crew closed up shop for the night, it was damn near two in the morning. 

And as luck would have it, he had to be on a flight clear across the world by eight. 

He had been thinking that there was literally nothing he wanted more than to sleep for the next fourteen hours when she called. He smirked when her contact photo lit up his screen. Correction. There was one thing he wanted more than sleep. 

“Sup, Nakiri?” 

Hey, Yukihira. How was the prime minister?” 

“Pretty friendly guy,” he said, stifling a yawn. “He was really into the ostrich steak. How’s Madrid?” 

“The usual,” she replied, and if he closed his eyes Souma could see her shrugging in that unimpressed way of hers. “Some famous opera singer came in today.” 

“Cool. Did you get her autograph?” 

“No, she got mine.” 

Souma shook his head, chuckling. Damn, he missed her. “You’re something else, Nakiri.” 

“Would you expect anything less?” She paused, and he could tell she was searching for the right way to ask him for something. Usually, he’d take the opportunity to play with her a little bit, watch her squirm, but he had to get back to his apartment and pack soon. 

“You need something?” 

“I was getting to it!” she snapped, as he knew she would.  “Anyway, I called because think I left a pair of earrings at your place.”

“Which one?” He had four apartments at this point, each on a different continent. 

“Brooklyn,” she said. 

“I’m flying to New York in a couple of hours. I’ll mail ‘em to you in Spain.” 

“Just send them to Tokyo,” she replied. “I’m going to wear them when I judge the final round of the autumn elections.” 

As he thought about it, Souma knew which earrings she was probably talking about. Garnet and rose gold. She always put her hair up when she wore them. “Now, that’s not fair.”

“What do you mean?” 

“How the hell is anyone supposed to focus on the match when they’re all staring at you?”

There was a pause on the line, and for a second he was sure she hung up on him. Then she sucked her teeth. “Don’t try to be charming. Your lines are always trash when you’re sleep deprived.”

“You’re right,” he conceded. “That was pretty bad. But listen, I have to go pack.”

“And I have a conference call in ten,” she admitted. Neither of them had the time for this…dating, fooling around, whatever the hell it was that they were doing, but they loved to pretend they did. “Text me when you land,” she said. “And don’t forget about my earrings.” 

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! Sorry to bother you but I'm feeling really down and stressed from work, is it possible if you do a scenario/GIF reactions of BTS getting worried or comforting their jagi when their jagi is feeling stressed and is working really hard that she is about to go crazy?? Thank you so much, it means a lot to me~ (((o(*゚▽゚*)o)))

Yes Of course! I hope you feel better soon, I’ll send lots of love <3 Thank you for the request

BTS Reaction When They Are Worried About You (You Are Stressing)

“Jagi! Put that pen down right now!”
“J-Jin?” you say as he slaps the pen somewhere in the room< “You’re taking a break whether you like it or not!”
“But this is due and-”
“Shh” He would say while using his finger to cover your lips. “How about a nice walk in the park, then we’ll go grab something to eat, we’ll go to that special place that I know you love and i’ll give you lots of kisses. Okay?”
You smiled at his offer, “Okay Jin, Thank you”

Originally posted by vminv

“Hey baby, did you need help with that?” He says, looking over your shoulder onto the screen in front of you.
“Oh! Umm.. No Namjoon that’s okay.”
“Are you sure? You’ve been looking really tired lately. I’m getting a bit worried. How about you go and take a nap and let your boyfriend spoil you for a bit?”
“But Namjoon… I need to finish this.”
“That’s why i’ll do it for you. Here, move over. Explain the concept and I’ll get to it right away. I should be done in the next few hours, then i’ll come and wake you up in my sweet kisses”

Originally posted by bishujin

“Jagi~” He says, rubbing your shoulders in small circles, “Let’s cuddle~” You want to ease into his arms and cuddle him as well, but you knew that this was already overdue and that you couldn’t risk another day. “Jimin, not today. Sorry but I have to finish this now. Maybe later?”
He pouts at you and it makes you want to give in. He then kisses you by surprise. You pull away and look at him. You notice his eyes are full of love, then he panics, “I-I’m sorry! I-I Honestly didn’t know what I was doing! I just really wanted to kiss you and-” You interrupt him with another kiss, “Jiminie, baby” His pupils dilated at your words. “I love you lots, but please let me finish. I promise that we can do whatever you want afterwards” You say, giving him a wink. His thoughts were now going crazy and he didn’t want to wait much longer, “P-Please hurry jagi.. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle myself much longer..” He fidgeted

Originally posted by b4ngt4nboys

“Baby~ Aren’t you going to go to bed yet?”
“Nope, I think it’ll be another all-nighter for me tonight.”
He tightly grabbed onto your shoulders, “Baby.. Please. I don’t want to see you like this. You’re not eating as much, you’re not getting enough sleep. I care about you a lot so please come and sleep now. I’ll go to your work and talk to the guy putting you under all this stress. it hurts to see you like this” He suddenly grabs your hand, “Now it’s time to sleep, okay?”

Originally posted by pangguk

“Jagi jagi jagi! Come here!”
You slowly get out of your chair and you felt your head get heavy. You bump into a few walls before stopping. You almost fell over but Taehyung caught you in his arms. “Oh my god are you okay?! Jagi? Jagi Wake up please!”
You slowly open your eyes to see Taehyung’s worried face, almost crying. “Thank goodness!” He said hugging you close. “I almost died! You have definitely been overworking yourself. Please, take a sick day tomorrow, I’ll take care of you, just don’t ever do this to me again, okay?”

Originally posted by vminv

You were working on a project when suddenly Hobi comes up behind you and hugs you. “I’m home jagi~ Did you miss me?”
You giggled a bit and it surprised you. You only felt lots of happiness when your boyfriend was around. “oh Jagi~ Won’t you hug me back?” He says, pampering kisses around your face, “Not now Hobi” You smiled, “I got some stuff to do”
“Huhhhhhhh, Fine. Only because you’re so needy. But 10 minutes, okay?”

Originally posted by iyeols

He would be pretty worried and would be asking you  lot of questions. “Do you need something? Are you tired? Are you hungry?”
“Jungkook, please. Some peace and quiet. You’re bothering me too much and I need to get this done.” A sad look grows onto his face as he leaves the room. You finish up one section and you realize it’s too quiet. You didn’t hear the usual quick steps from running around the house. You opened the door, “Kookie? Are you there?” You saw his figure on the couch and he was huddled up into a ball, his face on a pillow. You went up behind the couch, he was sniffling and you heard him talking to himself, “S-she doesn’t hate you. She just needed the space. She doesn’t hate you, S-she loves you.. She… She loves me right..?”
You walk over to him and kiss him on the cheek. He jumps back in shock, “Of course I love you. You’re my Kookie” You smile. His eyes widen, “I’m sorry for being mean earlier. I didn’t mean to make you worry like that” He stifles the need to touch you because he knows you’re not done. “I was just so stressed with all my work and-” you stop mid sentence when you realize Jungkook is fidgeting in his seat. You open up your arms wide and smile, “Come here”
He jumps into your arms and squeezes you to death, “Thank goodness! I thought you hated me! I love you too y/n”

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Hope you liked! This took a lot longer than expected because I was interrupted by the TV xD Thanks!
~Admin Luna

mad-madam-m  asked:

I'M GONNA SEND YOU ANOTHER ONE BECAUSE I CAN. Sheriff/Melissa from TW, for the prompt: getting caught in the act XD XD XD

It didn’t start out being a secret. At least, they didn’t mean for it to be a secret at the beginning of this whole thing.

No, it started as a casual spur of the moment. A “Hey, I’m getting off the late-night shift around the same time you are, why don’t we get a bite to eat together before we go home and sleep?” kind of thing, where Melissa was like “That sounds delightful, I’m craving pancakes,” and John was like “Rosie’s has the best ones, and they’re open 24 hours.”

And then it became a once-a-week kind of deal. Their schedules didn’t always coordinate, and they didn’t try to force the issue. But, at least once a week, they finished their shifts around the same time, both were more hungry than tired, and so they shared their meal together.

It was nice and pleasant, and they talked about their kids mostly, about the other members of the pack, about the ridiculous shit they have to put up with in this town because of the supernatural. They exchange tips: Melissa shares the best way to get blood out of the Sheriff’s uniforms, and Sheriff shares the best location to store a gun and volunteers to take her to the gun range so she can practice.

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anonymous asked:

I'm feeling very tired right now, and my whole body hurts from stupid cramps 😭 Could you do a scene of Ethan taking care of the reader on her period? 💙

ahh! yes i can try to write this!! hopefully i get everything right, i hope you feel better bha and tysm! i’m slightly peeved because this is the second time this draft has been deleted, but i love the prompt,,

On Your Period

You’d felt horrible for the last couple of days, but this was the worst. You were curled up in a tight ball on your bed, trying to alleviate some of the pain in your abdomen. It felt like something was burning inside of you, and you hated every moment of it. You’d burrowed under your blanket, with a pillow on any side of you, your eyes screwed tightly with the absolute pain you were in.

You’d been trying to get some work done, but everything was blurring together because of the heated pain in your stomach, so your laptop was on your pillow while you laid in a mountain of blankets. It was going to be okay, you knew that, it just didn’t feel good now. However hard you concentrated on working, something was never quite right, and it was beginning to frustrate you how much time it took to do such simple tasks.

Of course, you also felt bad for Ethan, because you’d snapped at him earlier because all of your emotions are out of whack, but that isn’t a good excuse. You’d profusely apologized, both in person and over text, and he’d promised up and down that everything was fine and you were still absolutely adorable in his personal opinion.

Speaking of your boyfriend, he’s been working some pretty late nights lately, trying to get everything done. Some editing, some recording, some streaming; he’s been doing it all, and you love how passionate it is but wish that it didn’t have such a negative effect on his health. Everything felt really slow and syrupy in your head, but you’re sure he’s racing at a million miles a minute to try and finish everything.

Speak of the devil and he shall arrive; Ethan came walking into your shared bedroom as soon as you thought of him. “Hey, Y/N,” he grins, “mind if I lay with you for a little bit?”

“Hey, you,” you smile back, though you’re still hurting pretty bad. Ethan looks absolutely exhausted. “Did you stay up all night again? Come take a nap, love, you’ve earned it for sure.”

He comes over and lays beside you, on his back, but he keeps on making motions to hold you. You wouldn’t normally brush him off, but you really want to finish this project and you’ve felt so unproductive compared to him lately. Especially when he’s waking up early and going to sleep at the same time; his days are basically twenty hours long at some points, and you’re trying to discourage him from doing that.

Eventually, he gives up on making you give in, and instead hooks an arm under your hips and pulls you on top of him, linking his arms around your waist (and pulling all of the blankets with him) and, of course, trapping you.

“Ethan, I’m busy,” you try to complain. You really do make an effort to try to seem like you don’t care that he’s warm, or his skin is really soft against yours, or that he’s so nice and warm and his bare skin is like a heating pad on your stomach. You definitely try to ignore how cute his lips are, smiling at you, with his glasses falling down his nose and his bright blueberry hair so delightfully messy.

And you totally ignore the way he basically purrs when you scratch his head, and lean your head against his shoulder.

“You know exactly how to make me happy,” he giggles, and it’s priceless. “And I know exactly how to get you to relax for a change. I know I’m kind of a hypocrite, but you’ve been pushing yourself to do a lot while you’re hurting really bad.”

“I just want to try to be useful, instead of just a blob of attention-seeking and whining,” you pout in return, and he takes the opportunity to kiss you swiftly.

“But you’re not,” he insists, “you’re being what everybody should want to be, because you’re you, and I love you.”

“You really need to take a nap, Ethan. You’re practically slurring your words together trying to take care of me when you’re the baby blueberry.”

“Pfft,” he snorts in a little giggle, covering your face in kisses. “I’ll only sleep if you do, too. I have a hard time getting to bed without you.”

“Okay, just this once. I hope I don’t bleed all over you.”

“Ew,” he crinkles his nose.

“Hey, I could just lay next to you instead of on you.”

“I guess your bodily fluids are just a small price to pay to have you be comfortable for a change.”

Originally posted by crankyethans

Limerence - Chapter X

Limerence Masterlist

Characters: Sehun and OC (Ursula)

Warnings: This series contains mentions of assault, sexual violence, and stalking.

Word Count: 3.6k

Limerence:  The state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings.

“Sehun? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I pulled my phone away from my ear to see that he had called me eight times before I answered him. I turned over in my bed to read my alarm clock— 2:04 a.m. There was a moment of silence before he wept.

“U-Ursula,” Another weep, “I n-need you.”

“Sehun, where are you?” I had already slipped on a pair of shoes and started heading downstairs at this point.

“I-I’m,” Before he could finish, I heard a cry from outside. I unlocked the door and opened it to see Sehun laying on the steps of my porch.

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anonymous asked:

So, by the time this gets in, I'll already be on the road but I'm moving across country, leaving my home of 10 years. This whole thing has come out of nowhere and it's been tough. Could I request a scenario of Shinsou comforting his s/o during hard times? It'd be nice to have something comforting to come back online to after a week on the road :')

I’m really sorry this came late! I post things chronologically, so I just have to gradually move down the list. But I hope this is okay and that your move went well! It can be hard to be in a completely new place so good luck with adjusting! And good luck with your new experiences. 

You had texted him at around 3 in the morning, waking him up from the sleep that he was hardly getting anyways. Normally he might be a little bit grumpy, but after having seen your name flash onto the screen of his cell phone, he felt relief, curiosity, warmth, and worry. Why are you texting him so late? Is something wrong?

Suddenly becoming more alert as these thoughts ran through his head, Shinsou sighed and sat up in bed, rubbing the side of his neck as he opened up his phone with his other hand. 

I need to see you… can I come over?’

You sent this only about a minute ago, so surely your question remains. Can you come over? Well, it’s late, but you don’t live far and this must be serious. Besides, he’d never want to miss out on the chance to be able to be with you. 

Yeah sure. Knock on the door though’

As to not wake his parents with the doorbell. Thankfully they only have cats, so there won’t be any dogs barking to alert everyone of someone being at the door. After he sent this text, it took about ten minutes for him to hear the knock at the front door. Shinsou had already been downstairs, waiting for you to arrive, so he was quick to open the door and meet your gaze with his own tired one. 

“Hey, Hitoshi… I’m sorry for waking you…” Your eyes fall to the ground, voice sullen and quiet. 

You definitely aren’t okay, he can tell.

Instantly feeling worried, his eyebrows furrow and he places his hand on your back, guiding you into his house. “It’s alright, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” After closing the door behind you, Shinsou’s hand moved from your back to your shoulder. “Hey, everything alright?”

It became clear why you kept your head down now - you’re crying. He heard you sniffle, and the tear that fell from your cheek and down to the floor wasn’t sneaky. All you gave was a simple shake of your head, blinking another drop or so of tears away that had collected on your eyelashes.

“Come here..” Shinsou’s hand drops to your own, holding it with care and gentleness that’s reserved only for you and the cats he likes so much. He takes you to his bedroom, since it’s the most private place for the two of you to talk. You’ve already been inside it, so many times in fact that you can call it your second home. Shinsou’s room is something like a safe haven for you, where it smells like him and looks like him and it makes you comfortable because it reassures you that he’s still here and surrounding you.

The moment you reach it, he closes the bedroom door and takes you over to his bed, sitting on the edge and encouraging you to sit next to him. Finally,now that you’re here, he hopes he can find out exactly what’s going on. 

“What’s wrong?” He leans forward, elbows on his knees and head tilted to look at you and you his full attention.

The whole time he listened to you explain, telling him why you’re crying and what’s made you so upset. He hates seeing you like this, hates seeing you anything less than happy. By the time you were finished telling him the whole story, you stopped trying to hide your tears.

Shinsou is not the most affectionate person. He isn’t good at saying sweet things or kind things but he cares about you too much to let his inability to be comforting affect this. You need him right now and he knows that.

He doesn’t say anything, just wraps his arms around you one by one, bringing you close to him. You rest your forehead against his shoulder and use his scent and touch as a means to envelop yourself in the feeling of being with him. The safety and comfort, if only for the next few hours until you have to leave his side. 

“It’s gonna be okay. It’s alright…” He tells you quietly, whispering against your ear. One of his hands stroked the back of your head, fingers trailing along with your hair. He never wants to lose you and you never want to lose him - so both of you vowed that you’ll always have each other. No matter what. 

Eventually the two of you ended up laying on the bed together - not really talking, not really doing anything, just laying in one another’s arms and enjoying the feeling. Your head rested against his chest, eyes half-lidded and staring at the wall. Meanwhile, Shinsou’s eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell to a steady rhythm, though he isn’t actually sleeping. 

After some time, you finally spoke, your crying finally ended. “Thank you Hitoshi… I love you..”

You hear a sound vibrate through his chest, like a hum, and feel him kiss the top of your head. “I love you too.” 

So long as you love each other, that’s all you’ll really need.

  • <p> <b></b> 221B Baker Street<p/><b>Molly:</b> *yawns* As much as I want to stay and continue refereeing your game of Operations, I've just finished a double shift. *yawns again while packing her bag.<p/><b>John:</b> Of course, Molly. You should go home and rest now. Do you want me to call you a cab?<p/><b>Molly:</b> No, thank you. I'd rather commute rather than risk falling asleep in a cab. *yawns* It was a lovely dinner, thank you for inviting me.<p/><b>Rosie:</b> *being all cute and wide-eyed* Don't go yet, Aunt Molly!<p/><b>Molly:</b> *strokes Rosie's blonde curls* I'm sorry darling. I am too tired to play. I promise we'll play lots and lots next time. *yawns again*<p/><b>Rosie:</b> *activating full blown cuteness power* But you don hafta goooooooooo.<p/><b>John:</b> Rosie, Aunt Molly needs to go home and sleep now. You can play with her next time.<p/><b>Rosie:</b> But daddy, she don hafta goooo. She can sleep in her room.<p/><b>John:</b> Rosie, that's the reason why Aunt Molly have to go home now. So she can sleep in her room.<p/><b>Rosie:</b> *cute pout in full force* But she can sleep heeeere. In her room.<p/><b>John:</b> Sweetheart, Aunt Molly's room is in her house and she has to go home to sleep there.<p/><b>Rosie:</b> *does her little stomping dance when adults don't listen* Nooooo, Aunt Molly's room is here. *turns around and points out* Her room is there. *points to Sherlock's bedroom.<p/><b>John:</b> *patiently* Sweetheart, that's Uncle Sherlock's bedroom.<p/><b>Rosie:</b> *still in full force cuteness mode* Well it's Aunt Molly's room too. I saw her sleeping there many times!<p/><b>John:</b> *confused* What?<p/><b>Rosie:</b> Yeah! Sometimes I forgot what comes after Lithum or magmasum so I go to Uncle Sherlock's room and look at the pretty picture and then Aunt Molly is there sleeping!<p/><b>John:</b> *turns from his innocent daughter to his previous room mate who had been silent all this time* What? Does Molly sleep over here sometimes?<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> *nonchalant* More than sometimes actually. *Stands up and approaches Molly who has been practically sleeping while standing all through the rest of the conversation* Also, she does more than sleep in there.*Smirks at John before swiping the almost asleep pathologist off her feet* Well...'we' do more than sleep in there but you don't need to know the details. *carries the already asleep pathologist to his room.<p/><b>John:</b> *utterly confused and clueless again for the nth time of his life.* What?!<p/><b>Sherlock:</b> Also, remind me to buy new locks. *kicks his bedroom door close*<p/><b></b> John *Still not processing things, turns to look at his daughter* What?<p/><b>Rosie:</b> *rolling her eyes at silly daddy* I tolds you daddy, Aunt Molly has a room here! *points again to Sherlock's room*<p/><b>John:</b> *realization finally dawns* Okay, that's it. *turns to grab his daughter for a hasty exit.* We are going home and we're gonna talk about why you should knock before opening doors, okay Rosie? Because you definitely have to start knocking in Uncle Sherlock and...well, Aunt Molly's *What?!?* room from now on.<p/><b></b> *whispers to himself* And me too.<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

okay okay, so how about macen and avitus comforting their daughter/son after they have a nightmare?

On the list of things Avitus enjoyed waking up to, “screaming” was somewhere below “breakfast in bed” and above “getting stabbed.” Unfortunately, he could now say he’d experienced all three.

He sat up with a jolt, slashing the air ahead of him before he’d even finished opening his eyes. When his talons met nothing, he paused, panting, and looked around, trying to gather the startled, scattered pieces of his mind.

Beside him, Macen was already scrambling out of bed. Their bedroom was dark, and the chrono display on the table said it was approximately much too early to be awake. The screaming continued, loud and clear through the door they’d left ajar for the children.


He tossed the covers off his legs and hurried after Macen. Getting a house big enough for a separate room for their future children to each have their own room had seemed like a good idea when they were settling in, but now it just made the race to the screaming’s source all the more heart-wrenching.

His toe-claws snagged on the carpeting as he followed Macen into their second-eldest’s room, and with his mind still waterlogged with sleep, it was a struggle not to curse. Caisius had gone silent immediately upon the door opening, miracle of miracles, but the high wibbling of his subvocals very clearly said it would soon be replaced by sobbing. “Hey, hey,” Macen said as Avitus pulled his talons out of the carpet. “Shh, it’s okay, we’re right here.”

Caisius sniffled and grabbed for the plush hanar that had been his constant companion since even before they’d adopted him. With Macen already moving to crouch by his head, Avitus opted to take a seat at his feet – fairly close to the rest of him, since he was sitting up and still on the small side. “What’s wrong, Caisius?” he asked, trying to project as soothing of subvocals as possible.

Caisius looked between them, then looked down and told his toy, “I had a bad dream.”

Macen shared a glance with Avitus, then reached out and gently placed a hand on Caisius’s forearm. “Do you want to tell us about it?”

Caisius whined. He fidgeted for a moment, then buried his face in his toy’s fuzzy hide. Acting on some instinct Avitus hadn’t even known he’d had until a few years prior, he moved closer to his son, putting an arm around his shoulders and pulling him close.

After wriggling around and snuggling closer until he was comfortably pressed up tight against Avitus’s side, Caisius hiccuped, then lifted his head away from his toy. “It was- it was dark,” he mumbled. “And, and I was with you, but you were going too fast, and I couldn’t keep up, and I tried to tell you to stop but you kept walking and I got left behind and-”

“Hey, hey,” Macen interrupted as Caisius’s subvocals approached hysteria. He moved so he was sitting on Caisius’s other side, joining the hug. “It’s okay, it was just a dream. We’re here now.”

Caisius sniffled again, switching to leaning against Macen. “But it felt real.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Macen hummed, leaning down to nuzzle the top of his head. “But it wasn’t, was it? You woke up, and we hadn’t gone anywhere. We came running when you cried, right?”

Another snuffle and a nod. “Right…”

“And we always will,” Avitus concluded, guessing where Macen was going. “We’re never going to abandon you, Caisius. I promise.”

Caisius looked between them, then pressed his face against Macen’s cowl. After a moment, a rusty, happy subvocal rose out of him, and Avitus’s mandibles lifted. Crisis averted.

He looked up at Macen, his gizzard fluttering at the sight of his mate simply holding their son, a gentle smile on his face. He had plenty of regrets in his life, but he’d do everything all over again if it still led to this.

Macen hummed low. “Do you want to sleep with us tonight?” he asked, rubbing Caisius’s back.

Caisius sniffed and looked up. His stubby mandibles fluttered, then he asked with hopeful subvocals, “Can I?”

Avitus couldn’t help but chuckle and lean down to nuzzle him. “Of course,” he said. “I’m scarier than any bad dream.”

“You know, he says that because of his service record, but I think his morning breath is his worst weapon,” Macen teased, tickling Caisius under his chin and drawing a squeal out of him.

Avitus snorted, rumbling mock-indignant subvocals. Yeah. This was definitely worth it.

Tips on studying for procrastinators

Okay since i’m taking my finals finished them, I thought I make a post like this for lazy ass people like me who procrastinates and then regrets it but they can’t do anything about it cuz their time is running OUT.  

.  swap your book to the most easygoing friend you have that you adore and tell them to write inside jokes, positive messages, basically anything on the first pages of every unit/lesson. Make them write such thing at least once in every unit/lesson. Do the same for them; once you’re studying and you’re freaking out, I assure you even the sight of their handwriting will make you calm down and will definitely put you at ease.

NOTE: now if you don’t have any easygoing friend available, write things like that yourself, I SWEAR IT STILL WORKS

well not as effective but it still does, though if you’re writing things like that yourself, try including positive messages and compliments more and not jokes because it probably sounds boring since you already know the joke  (also writing compliments about yourself does not mean you have a high ego or something, even if the compliments aren’t ‘true’ JUST DO IT) 

* If you’re really freaking out because dayum you’re low on time and you can’t concentrate because of stressing out , call the easygoing friend I just talked about and talk ONLY for 15 minutes. I don’t care if you’re warming up, I don’t care if you don’t wanna study (who does?) and I don’t care if you’ve just entered a juicy gossip. THAT IS THE RULE. Anyway… Talk to your friend and ask them which lesson are they in, if they are as much of a master of procrastination as you, you’d be like “OMG YOU’RE AT LESSON ONE TOO?? LMAOOO SAAME” and then y'all would just laugh about it and then say bye and feel pitiful and start studying and shit.

*  Write the number of the lessons/units you have on a piece of paper from 1 to x

When you start lesson/unit one, cross out 1 on that paper even if you just started.

That kinda pushes you to finish it cuz you’re like what the hell I crossed lesson one already, might as well get on with it and finish it.

when you’re nearly finishing lesson 1 cross out 2…  aaaand the routine goes on.

*  Now here comes the ultimate life hack:

Okay… This is unhealthy bUT this would do well if the thing you’re studying isn’t going through your head and its night already and you’re IN A HORRIBLE SITUATION AND IT’S ALL JUST F*CKED UP.

My advice: stop panicking. Go. To. Sleep.

I don’t care if it’s 8, (the sooner you go to sleep, the better actually)!

Since you need at least 7-8 hours of beauty sleep, you’ll be lucky if it is actually 8. Trust me

Now first you gotta;

Set your alarm at the time you want (2 to 4 am if you haven’t studied that much)

Hey! I’ve done it hundreds of times btw, and as you can see (since I posted this right now) I’M ALIVE and NOT DEAD, not getting that much sleep for one night will not kill you since you’re desperate.

To make you feel better about your situation: I once slept at 12 and woke up at 2 for biology, AND THERE WAS A FREAKING WEDDING CEREMONY IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD AND THEY PARTIED THE WHOLE TIME I WANTED TO SLEEP (omg this is so f*cked up it kinda doesn’t sound real)

*  Okay, if you can’t sleep, since we agreed you need to sleep at least at 8 or 9 PM, 

-drink some warm milk/hot chocolate

Ask your parents/siblings to keep it quiet (okay if its siblings you probably need to beg)

While you’re laying down and cannot sleep, think it this way that you have two options; “if I can’t fucking sleep, then I need to study” you would weirdly realize how tired you are after that and decide to sleep anyway.

Also, imagine your most boring teacher singing you a lullaby or you know, like, just imagine them talking

* Now about how to actually WAKE up in early morning (alSO not healthy) 

Put your worst ringtone that you hate it with your guts

Like if you wanna wake up at 3 am, put your alarm at 2:50 am or something so you could put it on snooze a bit (snooze must not be more than 5 min)

Think about your school and the exam you have and remember how little time you have and how you could sleep after school.

freaking DRAG yourself and turn on the light

Go to your fridge and eat something cold and yummy

Drink cold water

Wash your face with cold water

* Good things about reading early morning:

Your house is probably dead silent (the only sound might be the snoring of a family member but it’ll still be pretty silent )

Since you’re sleepy and you just wanna finish and go to sleep, also you’re stressed , your mind can only focus on ONE thing and it doesn’t wander on not-so-important subjects

Since you slept, you can memories and understand better.

* If you rather study at night do the following things to keep yourself awake:

Drink tea or coffee

Run around a bit, just like exercise and move very fast

Slap yourself???

Wash your face with cold water

((I sound like general of a weird ass military but honestly these work just fine))

 If you’re on tumblr and reading this RN and you have an exam tomorrow…




EVEN IF YOU DO FUCK IT UP, YOU TRIED YOUR BEST RIGHT? now if you didnt, that's actually something you need to work on.


i'm gonna add some other tricks once i remember them. if you’re still reading this—TF ARE YOU STILL READING THIS FOR???? GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE AND FINISH THAT F*CKER TO SHOW PEOPLE WHO’S DA BOSS

… Or you know, just try not fail the exam/test. That also works