okay this idea is pretty bad turns out

tnlph  asked:

CS - pickup truck

A/N: So. This turned into smut. Like, primarily smut. Whoops? Obviously, it’s rated M, so there’s that. 2K of pretty much just some smut. o_o

Summary: It all gets a little out of hand when they get handsy at the drive-in theater.


Coming to a drive-in movie was a bad idea. No, not really. It has been the best idea, but this is definitely not what Emma was expecting when she and Killian decided that the only thing to do on a boring summer night was head for the drive-in.

The movie is okay; it’s one she would’ve been fine waiting to see when it came to Netflix, but what matters to her is Killian’s hand on her knee. Well, it had been on her knee. See, they’ve been toeing this line between dating/not dating for so long that she was kind of curious to see which one of them would break first. There was that spectacular kiss they shared in the Neverland Pub & Grill back what seems like forever ago. Everything else has been tension-filled moments and dark, sinful glances when they hope no one else is looking.

Emma definitively started this, to be fair. She slid a little closer to the middle of the bench seat in the old pickup truck that Killian drives when she got back from the bathroom before the movie started. Killian took it a step further when he, too, slid a little towards the middle when he got back with popcorn and a couple of sodas.

Next came the way her hands brushed his as she hunted for more of the Milk Duds she’d dumped into the popcorn two seconds after he brought it back.

It was a pretty steady tumble down a slippery slope of sexual activity after that. She’d thrown her arm over the back of the seat, toying with the hair on the nape of his neck as she propped her right foot on the dash. Her skirt shifted, then, and that’s when Killian’s hand ended up on her knee.

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anonymous asked:

If you don't mind, could you write how RFA+ Saeran would react to MC having a really bad flu but hiding it from them until it gets so bad that she faints? Your blog is really good! I hope you get more followers and reblogs! 😍😍🙋

i’m so honoured to hear that, you have no idea!!! i started this blog just last week, and i’m already overwhelmed with all the positive response ^~^ also i’ve been sick in bed with the flu myself for the last 4 days, so i understand mc’s struggle (these turned out pretty long to avoid that they were repetetive, i hope that’s okay!)


Yoosung

  • Poor bby was stressing over exams, and you didn’t want to bother him just because you were sick
  • You decided that you should make some food for the both of you, as you both needed the energy, so you braced yourself with a blanket and wandered to the kitchen
  • When you had made a few sandwiches you figured you probably needed to stay hydrated as well, and orange juice was Yoosung’s favorite drink so you found it in the fridge
  • However, the glasses were just out of your reach, so you found the chair you had especially for this occation and climbed up on it
  • Bad idea
  • Due to the exhaustion your fever caused, you fainted as you grabbed the glasses, and came crashing down on the floor in a pile of blanket and smashed glass
  • Yoosung heard the crash and came running, screaming as he saw you laying there
  • Fuck exams, his MC was sick and needed care!
  • He ended up cuddling you so much he got sick as well, so he couldn’t take his exams (he didn’t mind)


Zen

  • The two of you had been taking a walk the night before when you got caught up in the rain
  • As the romantic guy he was, he insisted on kissing you in the rain, but it escelated and before you knew it you had been making out for several minutes and you were both soaking wet
  • Of course he didn’t get sick, while you had a sore throat, stuffed nose and a fever higher than the roof
  • Luckily he didn’t know, as he had left super early to practise the new play he had the lead in, that premiered the same night
  • He called you during lunch break, as he always did, but when he commented on your hoarse voice you just said that you just woke up
  • He went on and on about how excited he was for you to see this play from the seat at the very front that he had reserved, so you knew you couldn’t possibly ditch him
  • You survived the entire play despite your fatigue and your boyfriend’s constant eye contact, he was amazing as usual and deserved standing ovation, and you were going to give it to him!
  • As soon as you stood up, your entire world got black, and the last thing you heard before you fainted was that Zen had jumped down from stage in an attempt to catch you
  • When you woke up at home you were sorry you ruined his premiere by being sick, but he shrugged it off with “at least the prettiest girl in the room fell for me” this smooth fucker i stg


Jaehee

  • Hahaha did you really think you could hide sickness from mama Jaehee 
  • As soon as she heard even the tiniest sneeze, it was straight to bed with you
  • She offered to close up the café for the day to take care of you, but you refused and said that you could take care of yourself
  • The only way you could make her agree was to promise to stay in bed and call her if you needed anything
  • You got a few hours of sleep while she worked, but you got bored and lonely so you called her
  • Her voice almost made you forget your headache, but when you coughed she immediately said that she would close early and come home to you, no matter how much you denied
  • You sighed, hung up and decided that you needed to go to the bathroom
  • You almost made it, but within the time you reached the door you just fell over in exhaustion
  • When she found you a few minutes later she quickly figured what was wrong and cursed herself for leaving you alone
  • Expect lots of cookies and tea the next few days


Jumin

  • Jumin had brought you to an important business trip on Hawaii, but the temperature difference of outside and inside due to the aircondition made you sick (that happened to me once, my family just left me in the room for half of the vacation bc i was too sick to deal with)
  • You knew he had other things to worry about, so when he asked you just shrugged your headache off as dehydration, your fatigue as jet lag and your high temperature on sunburn
  • One evening he had a few hours free of meetings, so he rented the entire beach just so the two of you could take a walk
  • Of course you wanted to finally spend some time with him, so you agreed on going even though you felt horrible
  • You didn’t even last five minutes before you fainted and fell towards the sand
  • Jumin caught you and was just about to warn you to be careful of where you stepped, as the sand could be hard to walk in, when he realized you were unconscious 
  • He carried you back to the villa he had rented, called a doctor and delayed all his meetings a couple of days to take care of you


707

  • Usually the two of you would just stay home all day so being sick wasn’t too bad
  • But this particular day he wanted you to come to the convenience store with him
  • “This mission requires assistance! Calling agent 606, over! I repeat, this mission requires assistance!”
  • You weren’t gonna say no to this, as shopping with him was always an adventure and you needed to make sure he got some actual groceries as well
  • You dragged yourself to one of his cars, despite your nausea and headache
  • Seven noticed, and asked you if you were alright
  • “Yeah, I’m just tired, some fresh air should make it better”
  • He accepted it and started driving, while you realized that it might’ve been better to just stay home
  • As soon as you arrived, he jumped out of the car and opened your door (”as the gentleman he is”)
  • You stepped out of the car, and a wave of dizziness hit you
  • Suddenly you were unconcious in his arms, and he felt how warm you were as you had a high fever
  • When you woke up, you were laying in your bed with him dressed as a nurse


Saeran/Unknown

  • Despite everyone thinking he wouldn’t realize you were sick, he saw it as soon as your eyes became glossy because he was often sick as a child
  • Saeyoung always took care of him when they were little and he remembered it involving soup and rest, but as he wasn’t the best chef he would just tell you to lay in bed
  • However, he did want to try to make you soup but because Seven wouldn’t stop joking around and he didn’t understand the recipe, he had to suck it up and ask you for help
  • After all, you had slept at least 18 hours the last day, so you had to be better by now, right?
  • You didn’t want him to worry more for you, especially not when he was trying to be nice and domestic (which was rare, but extemely nice to see), so you agreed 
  • But as you stood up from the bed, you immediately fell back down
  • After a few minutes, Saeran checked on you because you weren’t in the kitchen yet
  • He thought you had just fallen asleep again, so he tucked you back into the blanket, kissed your forehead and let you rest (he is so pure okay can you tell I love him)

~jane

anonymous asked:

BTS reaction to their girlfriend being a bad kisser? Thanks!!!

Namjoon -

You two had been going out for about 3 weeks but hadn’t kissed yet surprisingly. You were wondering if you had to be the one to make the move first or if he was going to. You decided to just invite him over to watch a movie and see what happens. Maybe he’ll kiss you, maybe you’ll kiss him, maybe the world will end. So many possibilites. He gets to your house with all your favorite snacks and some movies he thought you might like. After about an hour of debating you guys decided to watch Beauty and the Beast. When the movie started you guys were sitting close but not close enough to each other so you slowly made your way closer to him and eventually you were leaning on his shoulder. Around the end of the movie you decided that it was time to go in for the kill. Or the kiss, same thing. You were visibly nervous which caused him to ask if you were okay and you just told him you were fine. You had finally picked up enough courage to do it so you faced him and he just looked at you and smiled, bad timing. You had just smacked your teeth with his.

“Was that supposed to be a kiss?…”

“……maybe”

“Here, do it like this.”

Then he’d gently put a hand on the side of your cheek and slowly lean in and gently kiss your lips. 

“See? It isn’t that hard.”

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Seokjin -

You and Jin had been going on cute little dates and he’d always hold your hand wherever you went but he hadn’t kissed you yet. He invited you on another little date to watch a fireworks display. While you guys were in the car you had just been staring out the window wondering when he was going to finally kiss you. You had completely zoned out but then you heard him asking you what you were thinking about. You just told him that you were trying to remember if you had fed your cat or not. 

“I didn’t know you had a cat”

that’s because you didn’t. You just didn’t know what to say.


You got to the location of the fireworks display and you both chose to sit on a bridge nearby over a lake so you could see everything better. The display started shortly after that and you and Jin had just been chatting about how pretty it was but then he turned to you and told you that you were prettier. And then suddenly you realized he was leaning in for a kiss so you of course panicked cause you really had no experience. You made a mistake. A big wide one.

“.. Why was your mouth open?”

“……… I don’t know…”

“I know. It’s because I’m so handsome you wanted to eat me right up, right?”

he didn’t want to make you feel bad so he decided to stick to a joke and worry about you being a bad kisser later on.

Originally posted by meganhyunhee

Yoongi -

Studio dates were a regular thing for you two. Late night studio dates however weren’t. You usually would leave at around 9 or 10 pm not wanting to bother him for much longer but this time he insisted that you’d stay. You decided just to stay for maybe another hour or two because you didn’t want to stay too late. He would be working on his music and you’d be sitting on the sofa in the corner of his studio. At a point he wouldn’t be able to really continue with his work because he couldn’t really think. 

“Come over here. Sit on my lap maybe you’ll inspire me.”

It took a while for the words to go through your head. You wondered if you were hearing things. Did he really just ask you to sit on his lap? You looked up and he was looking at you, waiting. Without really thinking you got up and sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and asked for your opinions and what you thought would be good but in the middle of you talking he suddenly kissed you. It was going good until he decided to use some tongue, which resulted in you panicking and basically shoving yours down his throat. You were mortified. He pulled back and just sort of shot you a ‘what was that’ look but after a few seconds he’d just start laughing.

“Yoongi it isn’t funny!!”

“Hey I almost died just now. If I can laugh at it then you can. You weren’t the one that almost choked on a tongue. Besides, what made you think it was okay to do that??”

“I dunno. I was just nervous I guess..”

He’d pull you into his arms tight and would kiss your forehead.

“You’re so cute. But please, don’t ever do that again.”

Originally posted by kookie-monstah


Hoseok

You guys were in the dance studio until around 2 am trying to get the dance as perfect and as in sync as possible. You hadn’t stopped for hours because you were both determined to get it right. But since it seemed to need more work you guys decided to take a little break before starting to practice again. You guys laid on the ground next to each other talking about all of your favorite things and the most random things. 

hsk: “what do you think is the most beautiful thing in the world?”

“Hmm. That’s a tough question. Maybe looking up and seeing all of the stars in the sky and the moon. What about you?”

hsk: “You.”

He said as he rolled over onto his stomach closing the gap between you two. He slowly started kissing you but the pace quickly picked up and he was soon biting your lip. You’ve never tried biting someones lip like that before so you decided to give it a try- bad idea. What you thought was a soft bite turned out to be a pretty hard one. 

“YOUR LIP IS BLEEDING IM SO SORRY”

He’d just laugh

“It’s okay. You really didn’t have to bite me that hard though. Are you hungry by any chance?”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


Jimin -

Jimin was always so gentle and always treated you like a princess. He’d give you soft forehead and cheek kisses. He hadn’t kissed you on the lips yet though which you were kind of happy about. You had never really kissed anyone so you weren’t really sure about what you had to do.

One day he had taken you out to get ice cream and he was being his usual sweet self. He was feeding you the ice cream and would be constantly complimenting you. After he fed you a spoon of ice cream he’d put his hand on the side of your cheek and slowly rub his thumb across it.

“You have to be the most beautiful creature in the entire universe.”

He then attempted to lean in but as he got closer you turned away.

“What’s wrong princess? I’m so sorry if I scared you or anything I didn’t mean to. Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m okay it’s just that.. I’ve never really kissed anyone before…”

He would think that it would be the cutest thing ever. 

“Just trust me. Okay?”

He gave you a quick gentle kiss on the lips.

“It’s not that hard princess. You’ll learn.”

Originally posted by bangdulce

Taehyung -

Tae had invited you over for the night to of course play video games with him. Which you didn’t mind but he got really competitive which caused you to also get competitive which often ended up in one of you being pouty for the rest of the night. But you didn’t really care cause it was fun either way. Before you went over to his house you picked up some snacks for the both of you. You decided to also get candy because you needed the sugar to stay awake. By the time you got to his house he was already playing a game so you just sat by him grabbing the candies and snacks out of your bag. When the round ended he added you into the game so you could both play. Before the game started you opened the pack of starbursts and put them between you guys so you could share but before you knew it there was only one left. As soon as you noticed you grabbed it as fast as you could and put it into your mouth.

T: “Do you not believe in halfsies? or sharing? i wanted it”

“if you still want it so badly why don’t you get it”

you stuck your tongue out at him which had the candy on it, not expecting him to actually do it. When he actually used his mouth to get the candy out of yours you were shocked but not really. This boy would do anything to get what he wanted. He would’ve probably picked it up if it fell in a pile of sand and put it in his mouth. But this whole stealing candy from each others mouths turned into a whole competition until it was just basically you two making out. You didn’t really have a whole lot of experience with using tongue, which is probably why when you attempted to, you somehow managed to completely miss the entrance to his mouth and just sort of licked the area surrounding his lips.

He would just instantly start laughing really hard finding the whole situation hilarious. 

T: “How do I taste? Sweet?”

Originally posted by cyyphr


Jungkook -

The both of you had a rather unusual relationship.

It was more of a best friend kind of thing.

You were rarely ever cute towards each other it was all about insults and being overly competitive over small stupid things.

But every once in a while you would both be in a more calm mood where you just wanted to cuddle and enjoy having each other around. You hadn’t really kissed and you both hadn’t really thought much about it. That is until you both suddenly felt that the time and place was right. You were both a bit nervous but still the both of you leaned into the kiss. Everything was going so well, until the placement was wrong. He basically kissed your nose. Both of you were at fault for this one.

“Way to go genius”

“IT WAS YOUR FAULT WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!”

“DON’T BLAME THIS ON ME IT WAS YOUR FAULT AND YOU KNOW IT”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Prompt for @lovelyluthor, ‘I’m always a hoe for “turtlenecks in the summer to cover up hickeys”’


If anyone asked her, Kim would stand by her words that it was all Trini’s fault. That is to say, she didn’t regret anything that had happened up until then, but the fact remained that the consequences were inconvenient, uncomfortable and altogether undesirable.

Kim was hot. Like, really hot. The fact that it was summer and Angel Grove was one day into the projected heatwave was only exacerbated by the fact that she was currently wearing a heavy, black knit turtleneck. In June.

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sentence prompts ➝ agents of shield
  • ❛ And what does that mean to you? ❜
  • ❛ Everything’s changing. ❜
  • ❛ Sorry, that corner was really dark and I couldn’t help myself. ❜
  • ❛ If I need a gun, I’ll take one. ❜
  • ❛ Don’t ever call me that. ❜
  • ❛ You should’ve taken more guns. ❜
  • ❛ Sweet ride. ❜
  • ❛ When you have to make the hard call to either dedicate yourself to this or to curl up in a ball and run. ❜
  • ❛ Kill me. ❜
  • ❛ It’s what you want. ❜
  • ❛ The plan was flawed from the start. ❜
  • ❛ The plan was solid. ❜
  • ❛ Impressive toy. ❜
  • ❛ We’re vigilantes. ❜
  • ❛ You think I don’t feel anything? ❜
  • ❛ I’m ready to kick some ass. ❜
  • ❛ Is that another one of your grandma’s sayings? ❜
  • ❛ You need to loosen up. ❜
  • ❛ I’m really sorry, tough to lose people you care about. ❜
  • ❛ Secret to that - don’t get attached. ❜
  • ❛ It’s been a while since we’ve spoken. ❜
  • ❛ Why the breakup? Bad dental plan? ❜
  • ❛ Did you think I wouldn’t find out? ❜
  • ❛ And threats are taken care of quickly. ❜
  • ❛ I will pay you $500 right now for a pair of flats. ❜
  • ❛ Is everything okay? ❜
  • ❛ I think the worst of it’s over now. ❜
  • ❛ Pretty awesome, huh? ❜
  • ❛ Have you been drinking? ❜
  • ❛ What did you do to your hair? ❜
  • ❛ You were dressed like a cowboy. ❜
  • ❛ In the history of bad ideas, this is light years ahead of everything. ❜
  • ❛ He’ll recover, he did before. ❜
  • ❛ It’s always been a roller coaster. ❜
  • ❛ Fast out of the gate, hit the drop, the turn, the loop, the screeching halt, then back in line to do it all over again. ❜
  • ❛ I’ll let you know when it’s over. ❜
  • ❛ What happened to me!? ❜
  • ❛ I didn’t want to hurt you. ❜
  • ❛ I’m not here to discuss my ex. ❜
  • ❛ And you must be crazy. ❜
  • ❛ The last person who betrayed me? I broke his larynx. ❜
thoughts

- boobs and “fuck” because showtime
- Edgy Cooper makes me so upset to watch but obviously that’s intentional so kudos lynch i guess
- if shelly and james hook up i stg
- it was a sweet sendoff for log lady :(
- andy and lucy are ADORABLE, and i love that hawk was promoted. but is truman coming back or…?
- i was pleased to have at least some grasp of the plot - not nearly enough, but with lynch it’s different
- okay so if your single job is to fucking watch a box, im pretty sure its a bad idea to a) invite a hot fellow heterosexual white lady into your office, b) engage in a wholesome closed-eye make out session, and c) BANG AT AN ANGLE WHERE YOU CAN’T WATCH THE FUCKING BOX. HE COULD HAVE MULTITASKED AND PAID ATTENTION TO BOTH BEFORE THE GODDAMN SILENCE FROM DOCTOR WHO POPPED OUT AND TURNED THE SHOW INTO AMERICAN HORROR STORY SEASON 7
- Laura and Leland were great.
- JERRY HORNE!!!!!! He looked like he went through a midlife crisis and began growing weed in the mountains right next to his own private petting zoo. like that whole look was fucking iconic - his mother’s beanie, the santa beard, the khaki shorts OVER pants…. thank god for jerry horne
- okay here’s the thing shaggy from scooby doo should not have been in this, because when that dude got arrested all i could think or say was “ruh-ro”
- i liked phyllis though, she was like catherine martell-level badass. too bad dumb Edgy Cooper had to take her out
- i really liked the lady from ruby’s apartment complex with the dog. 10/10
- Edgy Cooper’s Edge Squad looks like the scooby doo kids if they did hard meth instead of pot
- i hate that this reboot keeps reminding of me of scooby doo
- idk man some of those graphics looked straight outta spy kids
- SPEAKING OF WHICH, what the FUCK was going on with that TREE THING????????????????????????? I COULDN’T STOP LAUGHING???
- at one point hawk was so close to saying “dale cooper? i haven’t heard that name in years”
- im liking constance, i hope she comes back
- the police dept in south dakota had a single mountain on their patch, which makes me wonder if it’s like the doppelgänger of twin peaks? like one peak? idk the episodes gave us a lot of screentime there - we saw a murder, a school day, an investigation, law enforcement, cooper’s doppelgänger, wacky townies, and containment, which is clearly a theme in this new series. let the theories begin
- it didn’t have the twin peaks heart to it that i adore. idk it wasn’t nearly as enjoyable as even my first time watching the original series - it was just frustrating. the quote “something wonderful and strange” kind of applies here: with the original series, i immediately could tell that it was something BOTH wonderful and strange. with this, so far, it’s just… strange.
- let’s talk about product placement. Edgy Cooper’s ownership of a Surface Pro raises so many questions: does he prefer tablet mode or laptop mode? did he lose his stylus pen? did he literally go through the process of walking into a microsoft store, asking to purchase a surface pro, specifying that “no, [he] wants the BLACK keyboard, not the pink,” paying with Real Cooper’s credit card, and also picking up a copy of How to Understand Modern Technology for Dummies because he’s possessed by an ancient lodge spirit that speaks in a series of animalistic screams and laughter?
- honestly im just happy they mentioned garland briggs, it gives me hope. threw me a bone
- Real Cooper better get the fuck out of The Void real quick so i can hear more musings on tibet and idealistic quirky comments about philosophy and coffee
- all in all, stressful but i mean worth it i guess
- lynch continues to treat women like objects 60% of the time
- im excited, yet nervous, to watch more. i love this show, past and future (sigh), so much!!

Give Me Love, 2

Throne Of Glass High School AU

This is Part 2 of my High School AU. So many of you asked for a second part, so here you go! Let me know if you’d like a Part 3 :)

(I also changed Aelin from a freshman to a sophomore)

Summary: He thinks she wants nothing to do with him. She thinks he can’t remember her. Aelin and Rowan were friends once upon a time. But high school drove them apart. However, one night - one party - is about to change not only their lives, but the lives of their friend as well.

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So many things can happen in one night. Especially if that one night happens to be a party full of high schoolers.

Lives can change in just a few hours. Stupid decisions are made. Smart decisions are made. Some will be the talk of the town for weeks. Some will have to live with these decisions forever.

You can’t take it back. What you do, and what you say. When you’re a teenager, you feel on top of the world. You think you can do no wrong. You’re right, everyone’s wrong. You don’t think about how your choices will affect the rest of your life. You think you have forever.

But. So many things can happen in just one night…

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theemoestdemon  asked:

Can you write another Tom with cat traits fic? I need something fluffy to make my mood a bit better, I'm like irritated and sad at the same time but I have no idea why exactly.

I’m sorry you’ve been upset. It’s okay to just feel bad, you don’t always need a reason. It’s normal. I feel like that sometimes! We all do! I hope this cheers you up! I think it turned out pretty well, so enjoy and try and smile at least three times today! That’s your goal!


“Tom? Tom wake up.” Marco nudged his boyfriend gently and the demon opened up his eyes. He looked at Marco very sleepy and confused for a moment, like he didn’t recognize him. Tom yawned and moved closer, sniffing Marco’s hoodie and then smiling.

“Marco… it’s just you.” He giggled, wrapping his arms around the human’s waist. Marco nodded and put a hand on Tom’s head, running his fingers through his hair. Tom crawled up more and curled up in Marco’s arms.

“I missed you so much.” Marco cooed. He was visiting Tom late at night. He had just made it home from a family vacation, and as soon as his flight landed he needed to see Tom. Even if it meant waking the demon up at one in the morning. “Are you still smelling my hoodie?” Marco asked, pulling back.

Tom laughed a little. “You’ve been away for two weeks. And I recognize your smell more than anything.” He explained. Tom the yawned and fell against Marco, closing his eyes. “I thought you knew that… that’s how kitty-cats know what’s going on.” He mumbled.

“I thought you hated it when I called you a kitty-cat?” Marco asked, scratching Tom behind the ear. The demon purred loudly and nuzzled Marco affectionately.

“Yeah but I’m tired-drunk right now so I’m not really gonna care about anything.” Tom explained. Marco laughed and gave him gently hugs and kisses.

“Okay, you should go back to sleep, I just wanted to see you as soon as I got home.” Marco explained. He was about to leave but Tom grabbed his hand.

“You can stay if you want.” He offered. Marco smiled and sat down on the bed.

“Just for a little while.” He told the demon, yawning himself. “Then I have to… unpack.” Marco mumbled before letting his own eyes close. Tom yawned as well and sat up. He kneaded Marco’s hoodie and let his claws scratch it a little bit, but Marco didn’t care. As soon as Tom decided Marco’s chest and stomach were acceptable and kneaded enough to sleep on, he took his rightful place on top of his boyfriend and fell asleep.

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Marco woke up the next morning, yawning. “Oh man, did I fall asleep here? Mom and dad are gonna be worried sick about me.” He decided. He made a move to get up, but noticed a little demon was hugging his arm tightly in his sleep. Marco smiled at Tom, cuddling his arm like it was a teddy bear.

But that cuteness was short-lived. Marco tried to gently pulled his arm away, but as he did, the demon’s claws came out and rested on Marco’s arm. So if he pulled away he’d be scratched. “Tom? Tom wake up, you’re doing that thing again.” Marco whispered. Tom just yawned in his sleep and held onto Marco’s arm tighter.

Marco bit his lip and tried not to move his arm, because he knew if he did on instinct Tom would sink his claws in. Marco groaned and rolled his eyes, deciding to try and move faster than the demon and attempt to just yank his arm out of his grasp and jump away.

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“I’m sorry.” Tom mumbled, putting another band-aid on Marco’s arm. Marco smiled and gave Tom a kiss under his third eye.

“It’s okay, sweetie.” Marco assured.

“You know I do that in my sleep, why didn’t you wake me up?” Tom asked, he sounded like a parent scolding a small child. This made Marco laughed. Mostly because Tom had no place to tell Marco to be responsible. The amount of time Tom had done something stupid was uncountable, and most of those times Tom knew there would be negative outcomes.

“I thought I’d be able to slink away.” Marco explained. “And besides, I felt so bad about waking you up, you looked so cute.” Marco gushed. Tom rolled his eyes.

“So you let me slice your arm to ribbons?” Tom asked. Marco laughed and bit.

“No silly, it’s like a cat scratch. It’s not bad at all, you hardly broke skin.” Marco reminded. Tom made a face and crossed his arms, still looking upset about the whole situation.

“Yeah but I’d rather not scratch you at all.” He explained, looking down at his nails. “Maybe I should get declawed.” He grinned up at the human, who laughed at the little joke.

“No, if you got declawed, how would you scratch up all my furniture?” Marco asked. “You know my mom loves that.” He joked. Tom rubbed the back of his head.

“I really don’t even notice that I’m doing it.” He blushed. “I’ll uhm… tell your mom I’ll sew up the furniture… and the mattresses… and the curtains… and bedspreads…” Tom stopped. “You know what, I’ll just buy your parents new-everything.” He decided. Marco smiled.

“Sound like a plan.” He giggled, bopping the demon’s nose. “Maybe I should get you a scratching post.” Marco offered, laughing.

“Are you serious? Because I know that was a joke but I would love that. Where can I get one?” Tom asked, leaning forward excitedly. Marco burst out laughing and pulled Tom down for a kiss by the horns.

“I’m dating a kitty-cat-boy.”

tygermama  asked:

I keep picturing Steve, de-serumed, still himself, getting into fights and the other Avengers trying to protect him. He's cornered in an alley and Bucky, still confused about who he is and who Steve is, drops out of nowhere, saves Steve's butt & throws him over his shoulder, muttering in Russian. Everyone can hear Steve, through his earpiece, respond to Buck's Russian mutterings. "I thought you didn't speak Russian well" "I don't, but I know the tone and I've had this argument before"

It’s temporary, is what they’re told.

Wanda’s codename might be Scarlet Witch but this is something that is specifically not in her skillset - at least, not yet, according to their SHIELD Magical Consultant. She’ll get there, eventually. 

Magical Consultant.  It’s enough to set Tony’s teeth on edge.  He hates it when people get all mystical on him.  Said Magical Consultant at least had the decency to look sheepish about it.  Also, her nickname was funny enough to alleviate the situation.

“The short answer is that HYDRA didn’t realize that there was a magical component to Erskine’s serum.  It’s ancient and it’s powerful and that’s pretty much why your Captain is still alive, albeit in a bitty form,” Spooky said reassuringly. 

Spooky.  Hilarious, right?

“Awww,” Wanda cooed.  Her brother rolled his eyes heavenwards. 

Steve was slightly bemused at this reaction but was taking it in good grace.  So far. 

Now, the sane, sensible thing to do for a Captain America who’s currently five foot odd, ninety pounds wet, with a set of illnesses that were currently treatable by modern medicine was to relax, stay where he was safe and get cooed over by nearly every female in the new SHIELD and Avengers Initiative -

(Hell, even Maria Hill was not immune! And Darcy pretty much took one look at him and let out a squee that was heard all over the damn Tower.

Fine, Tony felt like squeeing himself.  Shut up.  Cap was adorable, okay?)

and generally wait for the day he could turn back into Super!Cap again.

They had not realized who Steven Grant Rogers really was.

Steve insisted that he take up the search for Bucky Barnes a.k.a. the Russian Winter of Death and Destruction.  See, Tony had this Great List of Enormously Bad Ideas and he ought to know, because he’d patented like 90% of the Top Ten - Stark Industries™, thank you.    But this idea of playing bait for HYDRA, hoping to draw the Winter Soldier out?

Number one.  Tony would like it stated for the record.  Number. Fucking. One.

Also, not Tony’s idea!

So of course HYDRA strikes at a time when the majority of the Avengers’ heavy hitters and fastest members are in California, dealing with actual Godzilla. 

(Yes, really.  Godzilla.  They were going to figure out where the hell it came from later, but their main concern at the moment was to get it out of L.A. and minimize the casualties.)

Also, to be fair, Steve wasn’t exactly trolling for HYDRA on this particular day - he’d just been on a food run, but it was fortunate that he’d put his earpiece on, out of habit. 

Barton was back at the Tower, recovering from an injury.  Sam - whose wings were still under repair from the last battle they had - and Natasha were also there and currently en route to Steve’s location, with a small SHIELD team that included a couple of Director “Hi-Forgot-to-tell-you-I’m-not-Dead” Coulson’s people. 

“Hold tight, Steve, we’re coming,” Natasha tells him. 

“Got nothing better to do, to be honest,” Steve wheezes.  There’s a couple of clangs.  Curses in the background.  “Glad to see they still make trash can lids like they used to.”

“Please tell me you didn’t just use a couple of trash can lids like your shield,” Tony begged, as he zipped and ducked from an angry Godzilla claw. 

“I didn’t just use a couple of trash can lids like my shield,” Steve repeats dutifully.

“Well done, Captain!” Thor booms.  Godzilla lights up with the lightning.  It roars.  But it got hurt all the same.

“God damn it,” Steve says resignedly. 

Language!”  What, like Tony could resist that one?

“Steve, where are you?” Sam asks. 

“Alleyway - somewhere along – “ Steve gets abruptly cut off.

“STEVE!”  Now it’s the entire team yelling.

They can’t believe they all hear the angry growl in the background.  But there’s some terrified screaming and it’s thankfully not Steve Rogers and yep, they all heard, “Holy fucking shit, it’s the Winter Soldier!” and “Why is the trigger not working?”

And then there’s a distinctive string of angry Russian and Steve:  “I had ‘em on the ropes, Bucky.”

More Russian.  It prompted an amused snort from Natasha.

“I did! I ain’t completely helpless – okay, fine, yes, I know you don’t think of me that way, I’m sorry, all right?”

Still another burst of Russian - Tony was seriously going to have to learn the language wasn’t he?

Pietro and Wanda both laughed at this one. 

“Sergeant Barnes is rather…. protective of the Captain, isn’t he?” Pietro said over the comms.

Sam’s turn to snort.  “Understatement, much?”

“I’m proud of you, Steve,” Natasha tells him.  “The Russian lessons are paying off?  ETA: three minutes by the way - Sam and I can make it ten if you two need a moment alone.”

“I still understand every couple words to be honest but I know that tone and we’ve had this argument before.  And just get here, you two.

Bucky sighs and he responds, with unmistakable affection, “Stepushka.”  And then there’s a strange whirring noise

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES, YOU PUT ME DOWN RIGHT THIS INSTANT, DO YOU HEAR ME?”

“Нет, Stepushka.”

Well, that they could all understand.

“Did you just pat me on the ass - Bucky!” 

“Солнышко моё,” the Winter Soldier purrs contentedly.  And said a few more things that were, unmistakeably, endearments.

“Wow, this is the first time I’ve seen Natasha blush,” Sam says on the comms.

“Take a picture,” Barton chimes in.  “For posterity!”

They do get to meet Bucky Barnes a little later, after Thor manages to chase Godzilla into a mostly uninhabited world where he would be free to roam without going smash on an unsuspecting civilization. 

He’s not completely Bucky yet, but the way he was doting on Bitty!Cap was unmistakable, as was the sunshine smile on Cap’s face.  It got a little R-rated at the end though and everyone ran for their lives and sanity (Barton dragged along a pouting Nat while Thor took care of Darcy - they weren’t scandalized, naturally).  They should’ve known to clear out earlier, since the Soldier’s hands weren’t too far from Steve’s tiny ass since the moment they arrived at the Tower.

- end -

Note:  tygermama does it again.  Also, Steve’s adorable tiny behind is a big factor in the recovery of the Winter Soldier.  Fact.  :P

Apparently, Google tells me that the above endearment is “My sunshine” or “My sun” which is a perfectly reasonable endearment for a purring Winter Soldier to use on his tiny Captain.

Fairy Tail Chapter 519 review

Guys if you’ve read my reviews you know I do try to find something positive in every chapter. I don’t want to ever let the stimulus of “this arc sucks” to affect my first read of a chapter. I want to love every chapter of FT. SO please understand when I say, this was bad. So here we go:

Oh look more glamour shots. Don’t think LL Bean will let you publish that one, given the angle.

so we have Erza heading right for the meteor and trust me when I say this is the least BS part of this chapter. Also this light Erza has, not explained.

So Erza pulls a saitama and destroys the meteor.

You don’t know the half of it Irene. It gets worse from here and let me remind you that Erza has all the bones in her body broken except for her arm.

Y’know the idea of Wendy enchanting dragon slaying magic to the sword isn’t a bad one. In fact had this fight been re written, the idea of Wendy giving Erza the Sky dragon slaying magic to use in her sword would’ve actually been pretty cool. But as of now and all evens that’ll transpire, this will only lead to more BS.

Yep. We just saw Erza do critical damage to a dragon slayer. Okay. First, Erza has all her bones broken, she most likely can’t move her body all that well, so why don’t you move out of the way Irene? Or turn into human form? Second, how sad is it that Natsu, the MC and powered up by Atlas’s hell flames couldn’t even do that much damage to Motherglare but a broken woman only using dragon slaying magic compressed into a katanna can make such a gapping wound.

And Dead. Or at least Erza should be, flopping on her side with that many broken bones. Also Irene, why did you compress yourself back into human form?

Irene the only one pulling crap is you, for not staying in dragon form and just stepping on everyone like you should. Also this leads into the dumbest part of the chapter, no seriously.

What. the. fuck.

Okay Hiro if you want to justify what Irene is about to do next then you should’ve extended the flash backs, don’t just add in other part of the flash back to create conflict. Second, Irene what the hell are you? Look I’ve said before Irene’s torture only justified her want to be human and that want is what drive her to act crazy when given the chance to take a new body. But this childish personality, this one where you literally say don’t laugh at me with a baby crying, where did it come from? You’ve given no reason to justify this childish behavior. And it still gets worse.

The Fuck. Erza you not only have most of your bones broken, you some how after destroying a meteor have enough strength to launch yourself, while being stabbed. I guess you could try to argue that due to her broken left side she can’t feel the stabbing but look at this.

(Okay how the hell can you launch yourself like that as well as do that much damage) Hey Irene be smart and stab Erza.

Oh my god. Why? No, why?

Not even you know why this crap is happening? Actually I do know, Hiro is too lazy to come up with a way to defeat Irene that would make sense and we obviously can’t have Erza lose and let Alvarez have some victory.

Oh what fresh hell. Irene you said you couldn’t enchant yourself into Erza because you saaid you didn’t share the same magic so enchanting personality was not possible. I had said this before myself that a logical reason she couldn’t enchant herself is because she’d be stuck in the body of a child. Also you were already crazy, Irene. That was the whole point tis flash back with you, to express why you were crazy, also how do you stop being insane just enough to know that you’ll go nuts again. We saw chronologically through this flashback that you were already mad before you gave Erza up.  It makes no sense.

Oh fuck off. Lets look at that “Love deceives the heart” crap. None of this was done out of love this was all portrayed as her being selfish. Also what Love has Erza shown that’ll “remedy” the heart? Her laugh? Throughout this fight you both have expressed you don’t love each other. Irene you kept referring to Erza as trash. You tried to wipe her out with a meteor that couldn’t be stopped and only did stop “cause she’s erza” so if Erza didn’t stop it what then? So much love I’m feeling. The only way this could make some fraction of sense is if Irene had a Brain and Zero thing going that her personalities were split and at war.

Post Chapter Follow up(and follow up of this whole excursion): Wow this was bad. I’m going to say I hated 500 “Fire and Ice” because it was a microcosm of every flaw in FT, but this was microcosm of what every FT hater accuses it of being. This Erza and Irene conflict had nothing but overly done powers, pointless drama, forced drama, ideas introduced only to be solved in one chapter, egregious fanservice, and friendship speeches abound. This is mockery of what FT is, unintentional self parody. Everything good that could’ve come from this is wasted.

Lets look at the negatives. As I said Irene’s motivations keep changing on a dime, this random tweeking to her backstory just raises more questions. Lots of people were pissed that Irene turned out that Irene was a dragon slayer and related to it’s mythos but honestly I liked the idea because dragon slayers often are the most thought out thing by Hiro. But Irene is so damn inconsistent in her personality. First she was introduced as this queenly woman who showed off that she really acts like a child in manner, no now she’s plain psychotic because of her drive to want to be human again, no she was always a kind mother who went crazy for some reason (Yeah the reason she said she’d go crazy isn’t brought up.) The potential for the best spriggan was there, she had a backstory, had power to match up, and developed to the point she’d keep focus. But then she is portrayed as so incompetent that she gives up her whole body only to have lost more power, and get mad and almost kill everyone even though she says she doing this for happiness and now she kills her self for love.

Now on to Erza. My god, she’s Erza is just right because this woman is not the badass that tons of fans fell in love with this. This is a parody that isn’t funny. Look I like Natsu a lot but he does some over powered, plain lazy, wins but I can tolerate it because he is the MC. But Erza even though she’s been here since the beginning should not be held to that because she has prove in the past not to be like this. But no she’s even more over the top then Natsu. I a sense people are going to say Erza struggled against Ajeel and had help against him, well Wendy was right here, Erza could have totally taken Irene with the help of Wendy but not I’ll be completely broken and Wendy you’ll just stand over there.

Lets also get into this love thing. This has been done by Hiro and done better before by him. Perfect example Gray vs Silver plot line, Silver did act like a dick to Gray but he showed that the reason he wanted to die wasn’t cause I’m a parent and I need to die, it was I’ve done horrible things that I can’t justify anymore and you should feel no shame in killing me for it. Because Silver was done in a way that I sympathize with him, want to see him beat for being a villain, has a legitimate reason to want Gray to kill him, Gray beat him on his own skill, and expressed love between parent and child. But you know that a parent should be prioritized to love their child no matter what, but in real life that is not always the case, there is no shame in creating an asshole who is a parent. Hiro has done it right before with Jude so I don’t see how you can’t do that with Irene. nope gotta redeem her. Hell this isn’t even like with King in Rave Master where his hatred for Gale was actually all his misplaced anger that he needed to be justified but ultimately saw he was wrong in doing that and it wasn’t all Gale’s fault, this was I’m crazy cause I have a tragic backstory oh but I love you when I’m to strong to beat.

And this is the worse part of this chapter and this Erza vs Irene fight in general. It is the clearest evidence that Hiro just doesn’t care. This is so lazily done and so impossible to make satisfying that he just needed to release the chapter because he has to end this story. And this is the greatest show of it, not knowing what direction to go, overblown, cheap ways to make or characters seem more powerful. All just a mess.

The only positive was Erza herself didn’t kill Irene. And even then that’s not saying much.

Final Verdict: 0/10

  • Just all the flaws of writing on display
  • Erza is just beyond the point of justifying
  • Tons of great ideas to work with and barely are taken advantage of
  • This will go down as one of the worst chapters of FT with 322, 404, and 500
Scary Movies

Warnings: scary movies
Summary: You spend a cold autumn night watching scary movies with Tom
(Tom Holland x Reader)

Originally posted by peekabuck

Originally posted by painfulblisss

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“What do you want to do tonight?”, I ask Tom.

“Well I was thinking we could watch some scary movies.”, he said look at me

“Really? The last time we watch a scary movie it didn’t go very well. Remember? You scared me when I went to go get food and I punched in the face so hard I had to take you to the hospital”

“Okay yeah that was interesting but I just know not to scare you like that anymore.”

“Fine lets watch some movies.” I say. We looked around the house at the scary movies we could find. 

“Are you finding anything?”, asks Tom after about 20 minutes of looking

“No, I don’t think my family is very big on watching scary movies let alone buying them.”

“Well we could always look up movies on Netflix.”

“Yeah okay.” 

Tom and I get up and go to the TV and turn on Netflix. “One of my friends told me about the movie “The Babadook”. We could watch that”, said Tom

“What is it about?”, I asked

“Something about a widow whose child is talking about some monster and the monster turns out to be real. It has pretty good reviews”

“Okay, sure”, I say starting to get scared at the sound of the movie

He clicks play on the movie and puts his arm around me. You start to realize that this was a bad idea. Scary movies weren’t really your thing. You enjoyed getting scared but that was when it was like a fear or a person but when it was something that could kill you and a supernatural force it terrified you. 

You get through about half the movie and you find that you and Tom somehow went from his arm around you to spooning. The movie starts to play scary sounds. The movie was getting scarier and scarier as the movie went on. “This was a bad idea”, I say to Tom terrified of what was bound to happen

“It’s fine it is just a movie it won’t hurt you.”

I cuddle in even closer to Tom and continue watching the movie. 

We were finally nearing the end of the movie and it was intense. “I am positive that that monster is in our house. I say that we have an exorcism performed” I suggest

I hear Tom let out a little laugh. I continue watching the movie when suddenly the monster jump scares the camera. “OH MY GOD.”, I scream not ready for the jumpscare. 

Tom grabs around for the remote to stop the movie. “Hey, it is fine nothing happened it was just a jumpscare.” , says Tom

“That was the most terrifying movie I have ever seen.”

“Well you are very brave for watching it.”

“Really I just screamed out of fright”

“Well brave or not you are an amazing person and I love you.” says Tom pulling me down to cuddle with him. I let out a small laugh and smile with Tom kisses my forehead and we both fall asleep in each others arms. 

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Thank you so much for reading!! Sorry it is so short

enticing-goo  asked:

yes omg please talk lovesick dead to me anyday anytime

Okay I’m just give a basic idea. I love the main boy, he’s good and I believe in him and I feel really bad for him for most of it (like how he feels like that ladies death was his fault even tho she shouldn’t have been asking that to a kid like wow fucked up??) and the plot of how people think he’s the pretty boy and how that turned against him. The idea that the intersection pretty boy was doing out of revenge on him and was midoris cousin was so interesting but if any of these facts are wrong I’m sorry it’s been a while :/

Bully - For harmonyskyy14

harmonyskyy14 -

Can I have an imagine where my crush acts like he hates me and insults me and stuff and then we end up together somehow..? Hahaha I would have described it more but I’m sure you get it :) thank you!!


This is for you! I really hope you like it, since it’s been so long. c:


—–


“Hey! Give that back, I wasn’t finished!” Your small hands tried to grab the blue crayon you were using to color the sky of your drawing back from [c/n] in vain.


“But now I need to finish!” He taunted back, beginning to color in his superhero’s cape.


“That’s not how it works!” You protest, but it was no use. [c/n] was not going to give it back anytime soon. You sigh with defeat, and decide to go over with some other girls to play with dolls.


[c/n] is a boy at your daycare, and apparently out for blood. Ever since the first day, he has teased and poked at you to no end, and you were getting fed up. He was a boy after all, so you tried to understand that’s just how boys work, but day after day of stolen crayons, tugged braids, and destroyed block towers was wearing on your 6-and-a-half-year-old brain. Why would someone want to do that kind of thing anyway?


After the other girls tired of the dolls, you decided to go back to the table you were coloring at before, since [c/n] was nowhere to be seen. When you looked at your picture, you were surprised to see the sky was fully blue, with clouds and everything! You stared at it in bewilderment, deciding that you would never understand boys.


—–

You still had the same thought years later, well past your time in daycare. Unfortunately for you, [c/n] never really grew out of the teasing, it just grew up with him. Crayons turned into insults, tugging turned into shoving, and block towers turned into books and important papers due.


Like right now, when he and his friends were shouting names you didn’t even know the meaning of at you as you tried to exit the school as quickly as possible.


“You trying to run, bitch?” One of his friends spits at you. You started to walk faster.


Another friend got in front of you when you were just ten more strides from the door.


“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done with you yet,” he sneers. He pushes you into a locker and puts his arms on either side of you, trapping you. His breath smells horrible.


One of the more passive, quiet ones starts looking uncomfortable. You send silent prayers at him to tell them to move on. [c/n] just stands there, staring into space. There was a time, around middle school, that he would have stood up for you. You were friends then, for one year, and that was some of the most fun you ever had. He was actually really funny and thoughtful, if you could talk to him long enough. Ever since then, you had this odd crush on him that you didn’t really know what to do with at times like these.


“Hey, guys,” [c/n] says, snapping you out of your trance, “Cut it out. We messed with her enough,”


You were shocked. [c/n]?! You thought he had changed for good, that middle school [c/n] was long gone. You had decided that you were okay with that, and then he does this.


But the boy with the bad breath has other ideas. He grabs you by the jaw, forcefully, and turns your head. “You’re a real pretty thing, aren’t you? What a shame. Too bad you’re a piece of trash,” You have a sudden burst of courage, and spit right in his face. He looks like he’s about to explode.


He puts his arms down, just long enough to swing a fist at your face. You recoil back, and side down the locker. You hear shouting, but don’t want to listen. Instead you worry yourself with why [c/n] suddenly wanted to help.


“[y/n]?” He says tentatively, crouching down beside you. “Are you okay?”


You try to speak, but your mouth has other ideas. Instead you just groan.


He reaches for your face, but not forcefully like the bad smelling boy. He turns your head to look at you.


“You need to put ice on it,” he says, while brushing hair out of your face, “Stay there, I’ll be right back.”


Why did he even care? All he had ever done was hate you. Or… did he? Was he just playing along with the other boys? Your mind wandered back to the day you stopped being friends. It was the end of the summer, a week or so before school started back. You had really started liking him by then, constantly asking yourself if he liked you back. You were going to ask him, tonight, at a party one of your friends was having. A “last hurrah” end of summer celebration, pretty much everyone was going.


You had picked out a special dress even, just for the occasion. You were so excited. You curled your hair perfectly, (which was quite a feat back then) and wore your darker shade of red lipstick. You were ready to confess your feelings to the boy you had liked all summer.


Then it all went horribly wrong. When you finally got him alone at the party, he was fidgety and nervous. You small talked for a little while, and then you said,


“[c/n],” he looked up from his shoes, which had been very interesting to him for most of the conversation, “I - I have something I would like to tell you.”


He just stood there, without a word.


“[c/n], I really like you,” You blurted, unsure of what to do next. Should you kiss him? Let him kiss you? Ask him on a date? Do nothing at all?


He looked flat out scared at this point, swaying back and forth, tousling his hair constantly. What was wrong with him?


“I t-think you should go,” was all he said. Seriously? That was it?


At the time, you felt insulted, but now you realized he was only trying to help. Unfortunately, you didn’t listen.


Later that night you found out that a group of his friends had a prank planned for you. They ripped your dress off in front of everyone, calling you a slut, fat, whatever they wanted. You ran off crying to your friend, who loaned you clothes and sent you home. It was only now that you realized him telling you to leave was probably related to that.


He comes back with the ice, bringing you back into reality.


“Here,” he said, handing it to you.


You placed it on your cheek, wincing at the cold. “Thanks.”


“I’m sorry about that. They’re such assholes,” he says, looking down.


“It’s okay now,  I’m fine.”


“No, it’s not!” He suddenly shouts, straightening up, “I should never have let it go this far. You don’t deserve this. You’re not any of the things they call you! You’re kind, and smart. You try to help people, to be polite, to stand up for others. You’re so cute, and you have the most gorgeous eyes, and… and I love you, [y/n]!”


You just sit there in shock, not even believing the words coming out of his mouth.


“You probably hate me now, anyways, so it doesn’t even matter, but I’ve loved you since middle school. I hated it when they did that to you, with the dress. I tried to stop it, I did, but they wouldn’t listen.” He was on the brink of tears now, and it broke your heart. He loved you! It can’t be real, right?


“[c/n],” you said, “I think I love you too.”


He stopped. “What?”


“I said, I love you too.”


“Y-you…” He trailed off, wrapping his arms around you fiercely. Then he pulled away, only to kiss you, hard. It hurt your cheek, but you didn’t care. You stayed like that for a while, then you said, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”


“I was afraid after their stupid prank that you thought I hated you. At first I avoided you, but then I went with them and bullied you. It wasn’t right. I’m so sorry, [y/n].”


“It’s okay,” you say, “You’re here now.”


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I feel like I didn’t quite capture your request, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. It was quite tricky making him mean yet nice enough to crush on without it getting creepy, so I decided to only mention him being mean, rather than writing it actually happening as much, because it kept sounding wrong to me. If you are unhappy and would like for me to try again with a more detailed description, I can try.


And just to explain something, I’m going to try to write as many of my requests in order of when they were requested, but sometimes, it’s hard to think of what to write for certain ones. When this is the case, I would rather wait until I can think of something good instead of trying to BS my way through it and have it end up disappointing. I try my best, but I’m only human!


Anyway, on to the next request I go! c:

Déjà Vu

Rated: R

All/Reader

Word Count: 3,580

“Truth.”

I giggled, leaning back against the bottom of the couch, taking a swig of beer. It was late at night and the crew was still out, leaving me with my four friends on their tour bus. After failing to fall asleep, we had grabbed a handful of beers, turned on Netflix and camped out in the back of the bus. It had been my idea to play truth or dare with them, figuring it would be pretty fun with all of us a bit tipsy. I hadn’t had enough nerve yet to choose a dare, although the dares really hadn’t been bad thus far.

“Okay,” Calum brought his chin down in his hand, clearly trying to think of a good question to ask, “How many bad lays have you had?”

“Dude!” I sputtered on my swig of drink, coughing a bit at the personal question.

“Well you asked for truth,” he shrugged, giving me a charming, innocent grin.

I chuckled, deciding to not be a kill joy and thought for a moment.

“To tell you the truth they’ve all been pretty bad. They weren’t amazing I mean.” I shrugged, ready to move on from my turn.

“Man, that sucks,” Michael mumbled.

I threw a pillow at him to shut him up and laughed as it caught him off guard.

“Alright smart ass,” I smirked, “Truth or dare?”

“Just to be different, truth,” he answered.

“Since we’re on the topic, what’s one thing that gets you hard, quick?”

“Boobs,” came his automatic response.

“Besides that,” I rolled my eyes, “That’s an obvious answer for any guy.”

He took a moment to think before answering, “Grinding.”

I snickered, “Good information for me to share with any future girls you’re with.”

He ignored my comment, turning to Luke, choosing him for the next round. He too, chose truth.

“Man when did everyone get so boring?” Ashton complained.

I shushed him, reaching out and hitting his leg with my foot, curious to hear what question Michael would come up with.

“True or false, one of your weaknesses during sex is when the girl pulls on your hair.”

“What kind of question is that?” I asked.

He hushed me, awaiting Luke’s answer. My curiosity grew as we waited for the answer.

“That would be true,” he chuckled.

“I’m gonna have to start taking notes at this rate,” I joked.

“Calum, truth or dare?” Luke asked.

I had already guessed it before he answered.

“Truth.”

“Oh this will be good,” I said, sitting forward.

“Tell the truth. Boobs or ass?”

“This is getting so ridiculous,” I groaned, awaiting one if not both of the typical guy answers.

“Ass,” Calum smirked, “What can I say? It’s a huge weakness.”

“Please, moving on,” I groaned again.

“Fine. Ashton.”

“I’ll take truth,” he answered even though I figured as much.

“Do you prefer eating a girl out or fingering her?” Calum questioned.

I made a face, “Well least I’ll know how to educate all your future girls.”

I had to admit their questions did intrigue me for their answers. I finished my first beer and reached for another as Ashton answered.

“Both are fun, but I like to use my fingers as foreplay more often.”

I raised an eyebrow, taking another drink, amused with all the things I’d learned in the matter of ten minutes. The game continued down this path for at least a half hour before my turn came once again.

“Y/N,” Ashton smirked as if an idea was already forming in his head, “Truth or dare?”

“Since it’s getting a little boring with all this truth, dare, Ashton. Give me the best you got.”

“I dare you to give Michael a blow job.”

I wasn’t sure if the others were expecting what he had said, cause they all looked as shocked as I felt.

“W-What?” I sputtered.

“You heard me.” Ashton grinned, “Here, now.”

I drank down a significant amount of the beer still left in the bottle before attempting to gather the confidence to complete my dare. I may have had a few drinks, but I was still sober enough to feel nerves kicking in at not only the task at hand, but the audience of three that were going to be watching.

I stood, approaching him, leading him to the couch to sit.

“Now you gotta get him all worked up and hard you know,” Calum advised.

I shot him a dirty look.

“I know how it works, thanks.”

I climbed in Michael’s lap, his hands instinctively resting on my hips, pulling me closer to him. I knew a little make out session would be good enough to get him going, so that’s where I began. My lips found his, moving with his rapidly.

His hands explored as they moved up my torso, stopping at my boobs, massaging them as we kissed. He bit my bottom lip gently making me moan, giving him access to deepen the kiss. When I accidentally brushed against his crotch, I was reminded from earlier of his answer to my question. My clothed core moved over his crotch, grinding down onto him.

He moaned, breaking the kiss, momentarily lost in the teasing feeling of me moving over him. My lips attached to his neck, sucking slightly, my hands roaming his chest. I broke away to pull his shirt off his body, my hips still moving in the tantalizing slow motion. I smirked, proud of myself when I felt him harden even more underneath me. I stilled, knowing where I needed to quit if he was gonna last at all being blown. He pulled my shirt from me next, smirking as he threw it across the room.

“I like to have a nice view,” Michael muttered, eyeing my cleavage.

I peeked back at the other three who were already watching in awe, as if entranced by the show in front of them. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned back to an awaiting Michael.

“Back here sweetheart,” he smirked, motioning to his throbbing dick, “I’ve got something for you to attend to.”

I bit my lip, fingers playing at the waistband of his pants as I left kisses down his stomach. I placed one lone kiss just above the top of his pants before pulling them down his legs, his boxers following shortly after.

I licked my lips, looking up at Michael to see him about trembling in anticipation. Without even thinking about what I was about to do, I bent down, licking a long stripe up his length.

A shaky exhale left his lips as he watched me on his knees in front of him. Even though it was a dare, I was determined to go to extremes and show off a little bit.

My hand wrapped around him, pumping him while I kissed the head, licking around it partially. I could already tell he wasn’t fond of the teasing by his grunts of protest. I took him in my mouth, sucking on his tip just enough to get a moan out of him. I felt triumph when I heard the sound come from above me.

“Stop fucking teasing,” he grunted through gritted teeth.

I took more of him in my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as I moved. His hand moved to my hair, guiding my head and slightly tugging on my hair when I did something he extremely liked. He hit the back of my throat easily, my bit of experience paying off very well in this moment. His fingers gripped my hair, hips bucking up towards me. I couldn’t help but feel just the tiniest bit smug for making him react this way.

I alternated between sucking and licking, soon driving him wild. I took another glance upwards and saw Michael had become nothing but a moaning mess. His eyes were glued shut, his jaw slackened, and his fingers tightened in my hair. I felt his muscles rippling under my touch, my hands moving over his stomach as they contracted. I knew just how close he was before he even warned me.

“Fuck Y/N, I-I-” he rasped, unable to complete his statement.

I pulled back a bit, picking up the strength and speed in my movements until he was coming down my throat. Automatically his grip loosened on my hair and he stared at me wide eyed when I sat back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. For a moment I almost couldn’t tell who enjoyed that more, me or Michael. I cursed silently, feeling excitement of my own creeping through my body.

A few select words came from behind me and I looked over my shoulder, completely forgetting the other three boys that were watching us. They looked just as shocked as Michael did, yet Michael was the only one who no longer had an erection.

“Damn, she looks like she’s good,” Calum muttered.

Michael stood, pulling his boxers back on, “That was the best blow job I’ve ever had.”

I cleared my throat awkwardly, stumbling a bit as I stood. I wished that the alcohol I’d consumed had kicked in already and for a moment I found myself resenting the fact that I could have a few drinks without getting too inebriated.

“Okay, so my turn,” I began as I sat on the couch, next to Michael and ready to continue the game as if nothing happened.

“I dare Ashton to finger Y/N,” Michael said.

I turned to him in shock, tempted to argue with him, but my own desire that had been growing between my thighs wasn’t going away anytime soon. Suddenly I realized I didn’t care, that I wanted it. Maybe my drinks had kicked in more than I thought. All I knew was that I needed relief of my own and a hand that wouldn’t be mine sounded quite inviting.

“Okay,” I agreed after a beat, turning to face Ashton.

He was already on his feet, heading over to me. My gaze dropped to his hands, my insides quivering just at the thought of him using them on me. This time it was him on his knees in front of me.

“I’m in the mood for payback, what do you guys think?” Ashton grinned.

I heard a chorus of agreements from the rest, before I turned my attention back to him. His fingers danced down my shoulders, his lips following suit. They pressed to mine and my eyes fluttered shut at the gentle kiss. His movements were anything but gentle while he removed my shorts. I flinched as his hand cupped me over my underwear, but didn’t provide any other friction. My hips moved forward, attempting to move against his hand.

“Ooh she’s an eager one boys,” he smirked, pulling away from the kiss the moment he felt my body’s response.

“If you’re gonna be a tease, then you’re gonna get teased darling,” Ashton commented smugly, keeping his hand still.

I whined, sure he could feel my throbbing need now. I refused to beg, but all I wanted was for him to touch me. My breathing was heavy as I anticipated his next move, nearly moaning when I felt his thumb rub my clit lightly through the satin of my panties.

His lips nipped at my jaw as he dragged a finger over my folds, moaning just the slightest when he felt my arousal. He sucked on the area as he pushed a finger into me. A moan left my lips as I clamped around his digit, loving the way it felt being pumped in and out of me.

“Yeah?” His finger curled upwards, sending my head spinning.

“Oh yeah..” A moan mixed with my words, drawing them out and I swear I heard the others groaning in the background.

His thumb found my clit, rubbing soft circles on it as his finger sped up.

“More,” I breathed, not satisfied.

In mid-pump, his one finger turned into two sliding skillfully into me. I could feel my heart rate picking up, my breathing unsteady. My hips bucked up into his hand unintentionally as his fingers curled within me, more whimpers and moans falling from me.

His other hand came down on my hip, pushing it back down on the couch, rubbing it gently. His eyes watched me as he knew he was bringing me closer and closer to my edge. I could feel myself nearing the state of euphoria, when he pulled his fingers out, leaving my panties still pushed to the side like he’d left them.

“What the fuck?!” I panted, more desperate than furious about losing the oncoming orgasm I was about to experience.

“Sorry, I dared Calum to make you come,” Ashton smirked once again, getting to his feet.

I gaped at them, not sure how to process what was happening, but at the same time I didn’t even want to. I watched as Calum took Ashton’s place, his hands sliding underneath my behind, pulling me to the edge of the couch. His mouth collided with mine, kissing me hungrily, his hands squeezing my ass, causing me to moan in his mouth.

He moved from the kiss within moments, pulling my panties down with one flick of his wrist.

“Ashton may like fingering,” Calum grinned, his thumbs rubbing my inner thighs, “But I like to use my mouth.”

I shuddered at his words, trembling once again. I had already seen what two of them were like, I was very curious to know about Calum.

“If you fucking dare to pull the same stunt as Ashton did, I swear I will- oh..” I moaned, his tongue gliding over my folds in one thick stripe.

I was unable to finish my sentence as I focused on what his mouth could do. His tongue pushed into me and he wiggled it, making me squirm. After a few moments of his exploration, his tongue found my clit giving it short, soft licks. My teeth sank into my bottom lip, enjoying the sparks of pleasure the action was causing.

His lips wrapped around it, sucking gently, my back arching and a louder moan ripping from my throat.

“God, she’s so responsive,” he muttered against me.

Grunts came from the other side of the room, their eyes glued to me as I grew louder. My eyes were squeezed shut, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Fuck, yes,” I moaned, moving my hips against his mouth, his tongue flicking over the bundle of nerves.

My hand pushed his head further down against my core, my high building once again, even more powerful than before. I was determined to reach my release this time, trying to hurry it before he had the chance to pull away. My thighs tightened around his head, the tight knot in my stomach unraveling all at once.

My muscles contracted and body shook as I came on his face, my high ten times more powerful than I expected it to be. He pulled away, clearly proud of himself as he sat back and shot me a wink. My eyes darted to the audience, all three quite uncomfortable by now. My gaze found the last of the four; his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed nervously, his eyes not leaving mine.

“W-What’s Luke’s dare?” I asked, not quite sure what I was actually expecting.

“Well you did say you’ve never had a proper lay, correct?” Michael asked.

I nodded silently, awaiting for them to continue, my mind still a bit hazy from the events just moments before.

“Well there’s no one else better than to give you the best fuck of your life,” Ashton grinned slyly.

My eyes turned back to Calum who was still sitting on his feet in front of me.

“Which means..” I trailed off, sure I was mistaken what they were getting at.

“We dared Luke to fuck you into the next century,” Calum answered smugly, moving from his spot.

My jaw dropped, truly stunned for the first time that night.

“She’s nice and ready for you.” Calum commented, sitting in the spot that Luke had previously occupied.

I watched as he approached me. He wasted no time, pulling his shirt over his head and diving towards me, his hand caressing my cheek as he kissed me hard. The opposite hand traced down my curves, pushing my thighs apart.

I had now seen what everyone else was like, now last, but not least, it was Luke’s turn. I pulled away a moment before whispering the thought that came to mind.

“Show me what you got.”

My comment must’ve sparked a fire in him. He reconnected our lips, kissing me fiercely, fanning his kisses out down my neck. I hurriedly unbuttoned his pants, my hands occasionally bumping into one another due to my frantic movements. The zipper came down quickly and the pants were tossed in a matter of seconds, his boxers going right after.

Wrapping my hand around his dick, I pumped him a few times, earning a groan into our kiss. I was more than ready for him, arching my hips up trying to signal him. He pushed into me and my fingers dug into his arms, half moaning, half sighing at how he completely filled me.

My eyes snapped open as I felt another touch that wasn’t Luke’s.

“One last surprise, Y/N,” Michael said, kneeling by my side, his hands kneading my breasts, leaning down to take one nipple in his mouth.

“You see, we promised to help out Lukey boy here.” Calum was behind me at the head of the sofa.

I heard a zipping sound where he was standing and a drop of material.
Seconds later, there was a tap against my lips.

“Suck it baby,” he commanded.

I opened my mouth, wrapping my lips around Calum, prepared to show off my skills to him too, just as I had with Michael. Although this time, it was a bit more distracting. I tried to focus on sucking him off, gliding my tongue around him, but the other two distractions were hard to ignore. I moaned onto him as Luke continued pounding into me, hitting a spot just perfectly that made my thighs shake. In addition to that, Michael was still giving my chest full attention, rolling and pinching my nipples between his fingertips, just heightening the sensation.

As if those both weren’t enough, I felt a touch around my lower half, then lips on my hip bone. Ashton was sucking harshly, surely enough to leave a dark hickey before long. One hand found Luke’s hair, tugging on it as he kept pushing me to my limit.

My body felt on fire, all the sensations turning me into a moaning mess. I attempted to keep up with my task of getting Calum off, knowing I was nearing my own end quite quickly. My other hand pumped his length faster, my cheeks hollowing. A deep grunt came from him and seconds later I could taste him.

Just after finishing Calum off, I felt fingers on my clit, assisting me to my second orgasm. I peered down to see Ashton smirk against my skin.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Luke groaned, the muscles tightening in the arm my now free hand was clinging to.

I moaned in response, all sensations contributing to the growing fire within me. Calum’s lips on my neck, Michael’s attending touch, Ashton’s stimulation, Luke’s uneven thrusts. Like a perfect symphony, all four worked together to send me spiraling over the edge, a high pitched moan leaving my throat.

Luke’s own release hit hard not long after mine, his fingers digging into my thighs, his teeth scraping and biting his lip ring so roughly I was sure he would damage it. The evidence of his own orgasm slid down my inner thighs and he reached down, wiping some away before bringing it to my mouth. My lips closed around his finger sucking it off before he bent down to peck my lips.

“Thanks guys,” I said, exhausted and completely spent.

“You know you’ve still got two of us to blow, princess,” Luke grinned, motioning to him and Ashton.

“Next time,” I mumbled, my eyelids growing heavy, my body past exhaustion.

“Next time? What? Y/N? Come onnn.” I frowned hearing Luke’s voice, figuring he wasn’t too thrilled on having to wait.

My eyes shot open to see all four boys hovering over me, confused expressions on their faces.

“Next time what?” Ashton asked.

I glanced at all their faces, trying to piece together everything. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, seeing the box of pizza and sodas on the table in front of the couch. I faintly remembered eating dinner with them earlier.

“You mumbled "next time” and were talking and making noises in your sleep,“ Michael filled in.

My eyes widened when I realized what had happened, blood rushing to my cheeks. Taking another glance at their concerned faces, I noticed they had no idea what had really happened.

"Oh just a crazy dream,” I laughed it off, leaning forward to grab another piece of pizza from the box.

“What happened?” Calum asked this time.

“Oh it’s a long story,” I waved it off, taking a bite, “I’ll tell you sometime.”

Or never.

“Well we have time to kill now.”

“Hey why don’t we play some truth or dare to kill some time?” Ashton suggested.

My eyes snapped up to the four awaiting faces, wanting my answer.

“Let’s play.”

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Fresh's First Hangover - Chapter 1 - glaciesdraco - Undertale [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/3
Fandom: Undertale, Miscellaneous??, I dunno fam, this is gon be weird
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Underfresh - Character, A couple of randos, Fresh 2.0
Additional Tags: Fresh is getting his ass handed to him, Weird glowy people which I think are pretty cool, Inter-Dimensional Parties are waaay more complicated than they sound, Taking creative liberties with Fresh’s origin, And also his powers (because SOMEONE is taking too long to explain them), I hope I didn’t ruin Fresh’s character I’m sorryyyy
Summary:

Fresh is going to his first multiverse party that isn’t a part of Undertale. Like seriously, where are all the Sanses? He might be a little in-over-his-head though, because omnipotent beings can be pretty scary.

Yoooo so @alainaprana was talking about a suffering Fresh today, and BOY OH BOY DID THAT GIVE ME AN IDEA. I didn’t get the chance to finish, but I SWEAR I WILL BECAUSE I REALLY GOT INTO IT.

Okay, so we had an episode with two Chats Noir…

Another one with two Ladybugs…

What’s next an episode with two Hawkmoths?….haha…wait WHAT?!

Actually….

That isn’t a bad idea at all, it could turn out pretty interesting, imagine the possibilities over an episode like this… plus it would make Hawkmoth double interesting or double annoying…this  would turn out bad for Ladybug, Chat Noir…ughhhh the whole Paris.

DOUBLE THE EEEEEEEVILLLLLL  YAS!!!!!!

Poor Adrien…  :(

Hire me please….I have ideas….

Now something bonus I did:

MIRACULOOOOOOUSS!!!

PLEASE don’t kick me…

“/tagged/me” - Luke Hemmings [FLUFF] (Part 9)

+Highly requested (like wow)

(part one(part two) (part three) (part four(part five) (part six) (part seven) (part eight)

Word Count - 759

The next morning Luke arrives at school excited out of his mind, searching for you frantically, he shows up at your locker, he waits outside your classes, he asks for you at lunch time but even your friends have no idea where you are.

“I think she’s still ill,” is the best answer she gets all day and still he continues to search.

He texts you all day too;

Are you avoiding me?

Please answer me

Are you okay? I’m starting to worry

You know it’s Luke, right? The guy that’s madly in love with you??

[Y/N] give me something here

But you don’t reply, and he has no idea why.

This persists for the rest of the week, you don’t show up at all. Luke tries to find you every day, following the same old routine, locker, classroom, lunch, and there’s nothing. That Friday he shows up at your house, knocking on the door with an iron fist, nails bearing into his palms with nerves. To no avail however as no one replies, no one is in.

It starts to get to him when that following Monday, after visiting your house a few times each day, he still can’t find you.

“Look,” he approaches your friend group. “If any of you have any idea where [Y/N] is please tell me, I’m worried out of my mind”

“You haven’t heard,” Lia says.

They all seem to turn pale.

“I thought you’d be one of the first to be told,” Andrea adds.

“Told what, I’m feeling rather out of the loop right now,” Luke splatters.

“She was taken into the hospital last week, we found out on Saturday, she’s in ICU,” Jessie clarifies.

“Have you guys seen her? I mean, is she okay?” he panicked.

“She was in pretty bad knick, could hardly sit up when we went, I don’t know if she’d want you to see her, it’s only preapproved visits she’s allowed,” Lia explains.

“There’s no harm in trying, I just have to see her,”he fumbles, “thanks, girls”.

Immediately after lunch, Luke skips the last periods and heads to the hospital.

“I’m looking for a Miss [Y/N],” he says to the woman at the desk.

“She’s in the ICU, do her parents know you’re on the way?” she questions.

“No, not yet, I couldn’t get a hold of them,” he stammers.

“Oh, well if you ask one of the nurses to fetch them before you go in, to double check then I think it’d be okay,” she smiles. “3rd floor, left wing”

Luke smiles back and walks with haste off to the ICU and as he gets to the door he stops a nurse on his way in.

“Excuse me, I was told by the woman at rception to see if someone could fetch me Mr or Mrs [Y/L/N] from inside the ICU?” he says nervously.

The nurse nods and continues in, moments later your mother wanders out.

“Oh, Luke, right?” she smiles.

“Yeah, hi Mrs [Y/L/N], I was wondering if I could see [Y/N],” he says.

“I don’t think she wants you to see her, Luke, she’s really unwell,” your mother runs her hand through her hair.

“I get it, I hope she gets well soon, though”

Before Luke can leave she stops him, “She’s sleeping, maybe 5 minutes won’t hurt”

She leads Luke in but stops him before he gets to your room.

“She really likes you, y’know kid, you’re the only one she won’t let visit”

Luke doesn’t reply as she opens the door. Then, there you are, laying lifeless in a bed, pale, hooked up to every machine in the room, asleep

“She’s got rather severe pneumonia, we thought it was the flu, but she could hardly wake up one morning and now…”

“W-will she be okay,” Luke asks.

“Expect so, just need her out of ICU, then she’ll be fine,” your mother tells him. “I need to go look for her dad down at the cafe, we didn’t want to leave her, you’ll be okay here for a while right?”

Luke nods, “Of course”

When she leaves Luke turns to you and observes every nch of your face, the tube helping you breathe, the tubes that weave into your bluer than blue veins and the bags under your eyes from the nights you’ve been kept up coughing. He rests his hands on the bed and slowly one finds its way to your cold hand and takes hold, instantly warming it up. He smiles a little and looks back up to you, to find your eyes fluttering open.

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Aight nobody tagged me in the selfie thing but it was a pretty good year for selfies so why the hell not ya feel

Oops I just realized Jazmin tagged me MY BAD

Fool's Gold (Chapter 11)

Pairings: Hollstein, Laferry, Zeta Society

Word Count: 11,356

Summary: HSAU Chapter 11, or the one where Laura proves she’s an avid feminist.

[A/N: carmilla hsau will be co-written with felixdawkins. Track #carmilla hsau for updates on the au and #hsau updates for chapter posts.

Can also be read on AO3.]

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 ]

She can’t stop the laugh that erupts from her throat, but finds that it quickly turns into a sputter of coughs after reading the next message.

Laura (4:25pm): Anyway, I just got a new bed..wanna come over and help me test it out?? ;)

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