or maybe you can get away with sh*t like this

Humans are space orcs

I don’t know if this one has been done, but I love the humans are space orcs tags. Humans are super influenced by things around us. Colors, smells, sounds and designs can make us go from happy and productive to agitated and morale sucking with the wrong combination of any of these.


Xa’thyn: Human Kara why will you not go to the infirmary if you are sick?

Kara wipes her nose on the edge of her uniform: It’s just a cold, and the infirmary makes it worse!

Xa’thyn: Receiving medicine will worsen your sickness!?!

Kara walking away: Well no, but like, the lights give me a headache and whatever you guys use to serialize the Infirmary makes my eyes water and I want to rip my nose off

Xa’thyn quickly catalogs this new info with the captain and applies for a human habitat specialist to come in and fix this oversight.


Xa’thyn nervously clicking behind the comm desk: Human Ben… You have not yet taken your usual *Bathroom break*

Ben leaning back in his new office chair: Haha, ‘Thyn my man, I was taking double the bathroom breaks because the old chair was slowly killing me

Xa’thyn waving his 6 arms in the air and clicking wildly rushes to his favorite human: Human Ben! How could you have not told me!?!?! 

Ben: No! Chill dude, it was just not built for prolonged human sitting. So, sitting there hurt my back and sh*t, so I had to get up and walk around. This new one is perfect! Plus I got my music device approved so I can just plug in and just FOCUS. You know?

Xa’thyn was unaware humans could plug into anything, still he rolled his whole body in the Genri version of a nod.


Kara, Ben and Xa’thyn discussing which deck cafeteria to eat at

Kara: Anywhere except deck 5! The faces on the wall kinda kill my appetite!

Xa’thyn: Are you feeling quite well Human Kara?

Kara exchanging glances with Ben: uh… yeah?

Xa’thyn: Do you need to go to the newly renovated infirmary? You are seeing things! There are no faces on the wall on deck 5…

Ben: No, Dude, it’s a human thing, we tend to project images that we know onto other things. We know that there aren’t really faces on the walls, but the weird texture on there kinda looks like faces if you focus.

Ben turns to Kara: I say we go with deck 8. I know it’s mostly Quasiri food, but it smells just like my abuelita’s kitchen, makes me the nice kinda home sick.

Xa’thyn falls slightly behind his human friends. One talon scratched his left pincher in confusion. Maybe he will never understand humans!

i have too many feelings about michelle jones so here have headcanons and peter x michelle

this was obnoxiously long because i have no control so lots of stuff is under the cut and it became very fic-like at the end there, whoops. 

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  • so michelle moved with her family to new york when she started high school
  • and mj was actually pretty sad to leave her friends back in chicago because it had taken a long time to make those friends and she always feels awkward around new people
  • so she isn’t very happy about The Move
  • she comes from a loving family
  • like, she gets kissed every night before she goes to bed, her parents read her bedtime stories until she was ten, she used to wear matching outfits with her mother, family movie nights were every friday
  • her parents were really good to her for the most part and just loved and supported her
  • they’re also pretty smart and since mj has pretty much always been inspired by them so intelligence and the acquisition of knowledge is really important to her
  • hence reading and academic decathlon, but she’s also into math and science too because she’s very driven and doesn’t have that many friends in new york so what else is she gonna do?
  • and her parents are an interracial couple and they’ve encountered a lot of hate and mj was always so sad when she walked out with her mother and people would give them weird looks
  • so she’s tried to end hate whenever she can and fights to give a voice to those who are silenced
  • but now cue mj going to high school in new york
  • she joins academic decathlon ofc because who do you think she is she lives for this shit
  • and then! there is this little shithead on the team PETER PARKER
  • like who the fuck does this kid think he is
  • answering all these questions, acting like he’s sooo smart just because he happens to know a lot of facts and is really good at physics and speaks spanish really well and also happens to be really dorky and adorable and okay maybe he’s kind of attractive too and maybe mj starts throwing herself more into academic decathlon and possible CONSIDERS joining band but that’s ONLY BECAUSE PETER IS A SHITHEAD AND SHE NEEDS TO SHOW HIM HE ISN’T THE ONLY TALENTED ONE OKAY
  • anyway

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Made of skin and bones

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, obeying the alpha? 

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?

1. Wolves

Your feet barely touch the grass while you run through the wet fields breaking the silence with your heavy breath. Your lungs hurt because of the effort and the moon shines upon you enlightning your path even if you don’t need it to guide your steps, you know those woods better than the palm of your hand so you don’t have any trouble in to sorting the rocks and the fallen trees.

Your legs threathen to give up in any moment and you slow down your race, taking deep breaths when you spot a light at the end of the path. You stop completely, watching carefully where do you step, not wanting to make a sound or break a futile twig that gives you away. Reaching the rustic houses you make your way through the large orchads until a small house that you know too well. 

Knocking two times on the wooden door you start to get nervous when you don’t hear a sound inside the house. Nervous you look around searching for wondering eyes that could reveal your position. You shouldn’t be here… if someone catches you…

- Y/N?? - a red head woman, Natasha, opens the window on a burst

- SHHH! - you hush her - Let me in - jumping over the ledge you enter in her home

Behind you, Nat closes the small door on a hurry knowing very well that you are making something really dangerous coming to his clan. Your clan and hers are faced since the two leading alphas get in to a bloody fight a lot of years ago. It has been so long since that fight that no one remembers anymore why you are still vexed, the king alphas had changed many times since then but the hate remains. 

- What are you doing here? - you best friend wrap you with her arms tighly, it has been nearly a month since the last time you saw her

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Monster (boyf riends, post Squip)

I’m posting this again without a read more because i was getting people saying they couldn’t see it on mobile. 

Prompt 11: You’re a monster.

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“Hey,” Michael says, looking at him with a grin. They’re sitting next to each other in front of the tv, controllers in their hands. Jeremy turns to look at Michael who’s facial expression betrays no emotion. Michael tilts his head to the side, opens his mouth and without moving his lips says, “You’re on my side right?”

Jeremy immediately gets the sinking feeling that there’s something terribly wrong but he can’t understand why. “Yeah of course dude.” He swallows, he doesn’t know why it comes out so monotone. “We’re never not gonna be a team.”

The scene changes and he’s in the mall. There’s a hand on his shoulder and he doesn’t have to look to know who it is. What it is, his mind supplies for him. He looks anyway, The Squip is looking down on him, it seems to be larger than it ever was before and suddenly Jeremy can’t move.

You’re nothing without me.

The words echo in his head, it’s the Squip’s voice but the Squip next to him doesn’t seem to be talking. It just stares, eyes boring down into him while putting pressure on the hand still on Jeremy’s shoulder. He want’s to shrug it off, wants to step away, run as far as he can get, but his feet won’t obey him. He’s stuck in place, he can’t even turn his eyes away from the Squip’s gaze.

You’re terrible. Horribly pathetic.

He wants to slump down, look down at his feet avoid those empty eyes, but whatever force is keeping him in place won’t even let him do that. His back is straight and he’s staring right back at the Squip. The pose does nothing to mimic how he’s feeling and that loss of control makes him want to scream.

You have one redeeming factor in your life Jeremy Heere and you don’t deserve it.

He wants to scream. Cry. Yell. Do something to make it stop. He knows what’s coming next and he doesn’t want to hear it, would rather hear anything else in that moment than what the Squip is about to tell him.

Sweet Michael. He stood by your side while you were busy pushing him into it. All alone. Completely ignored. What a wicked way to treat your favorite person Jeremy.

“You… made me do that.” Whatever spell is upon him seems to loosen it’s hold. He can’t move, can’t turn his head away but he can speak. Speak words he doesn’t truly believe, but words nonetheless. “Made me…Michael…” he whimpers. Suddenly the Squip’s grip is gone and he’s no longer towering over Jeremy. It’s like he’s vanished into thin air and not three meters behind where the Squip was just standing is Michael. Jeremy slumps as though his strings have been cut, crashing down on his knees, feeling no pain. “Michael,” his voice is pleading but the expression on Michael’s face doesn’t tell him if he’s heard jeremy. “Michael,” he repeats and his voice is nothing more than a sob, “Michael I’m-” as if the word had been plucked off his tongue it’s gone. He tries again but it’s like he’s choking on it. Michael only watches him, does nothing but look down at where Jeremy is groveling in front of him.

You can’t fix this Jeremy. You were the one who ruined things in the first place and you can’t even do this simple thing.

He can’t tell if there are tears but he knows he’s crying, he knows he feels like his world is being torn apart. Michael hates him, and he can’t even begin to fix it. He’s repeating Michael’s name like a mantra, pleading with him to understand, to pick up on what he’s trying to say.

The next voice that echoes in his head isn’t the Squip’s.

You left me.

Jeremy screams.

I was all alone.

He sobs until his throat is sore.

After everything we’ve been through-

He doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore, only knows he’s in pain. His chest hurts, he’s not sure if he can breathe, not sure if he deserves to.

-and now you can’t even say sorry.


You’re a monster Jeremy.

“Jeremy wake up.

He startles awake to a rough shake of his shoulders. He grapples with the arms of whoever’s holding him down, his eyes refuse to focus on whats in front of him and it takes too long for him to return enough to his body to realize where he is and who’s with him.

“Michael…” he whispers hoarsely, and the tears return to him. Or maybe they never left. He looks up at Michael’s wide eyes, filled with fear and concern, and feels himself cry harder. Loud sobs tear out of his throat as he unwillingly relaxes his grip on Michael’s arms. In return Michael pulls away from Jeremy’s shoulders, now secure in the fact that Jeremy won’t hurt either of them. His hands hover uncertainly over Jeremy as if he’s unsure what to do.

“Jeremy…” he whispers softly, his voice is smooth and warm in all the ways Jeremy doesn’t deserve and the sobs that wreck his body become more frantic, until he feels like he can’t catch his breath.

“I’m sorry,” he wails and sees Michael’s own eyes filling with tears, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it wouldn’t let me say it but I’m sorry.” Michael stops hesitating and shifts closer, lays himself down next to Jeremy, so that they’re facing each other.

“I know,” he whispers, not trusting his voice, “I know you’re sorry, I hear you, I forgive you Jeremy.” He lets out a quiet sh sound and reaches up to stroke Jeremy’s hair and presses a kiss on top of his forehead. “You’ve already said you’re sorry, and I’ve already forgiven you, Jer. We’re good,” he reminds. He hushes softly when Jeremy starts to hiccup and forces his arm under Jeremy’s body so he can pull the other close. Jeremy responds by clutching the front of Michael’s pajama t-shirt and pushing closer so that he can nuzzle into Michael’s neck. His entire body is trembling with emotion and he’s still sniffling forcefully, but the sobs have stopped and he’s breathing okay now. Michael will take what he can get.

“I’m sorry…” Jeremy repeats again, his voice barely a whimper and Michael can feel his heart threatening to shatter. He swallows down the lump of emotion that swells up in his throat and only squeezes Jeremy’s body tighter.

“You’re forgiven,” he whispers, “always.”

Name’s Dean by the Way

Summary: You’re a cold hearted, remorseless hunter who’s after a witch. When you unintentionally save Dean Winchester’s life, you shoot him. He finds out you’re staying at the same motel as him and Sam later that evening, and then you guys do..things.

wtf kind of summary is that

Request: hey! so i just saw the requests are open.. ive been thinking about some dean x reader smut/fluff stuff inspired by bad woman by motörhead, it just fits perfectly! if you find it inspiring aswell, id love to read a fic about it! youre amazing :) love!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, Oral (female and male receiving), over stimulation, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, language…I think that’s it?

Word Count: 2.7k

Bad Woman - Motörhead

Originally posted by rockandrollchick

“Sam?!” Dean whispered as he stalked around the old cabin. Sam and Dean had been separated outside by something, and Sam was out in the woods somewhere.

The cabin was dark, dank, and no one good had stayed there in years. This witch was supposedly here, but it was quiet, very quiet, and the witch was still nowhere to be found.

That was until Dean tripped a wire, and the witch burst through the doors, absolutely pissed that her home - if you could call it that - was being invaded. By a hunter nonetheless. The witch held out her arms, flinging Dean across the room. He hit the fireplace before hitting the floor.

“Bitch.” He groaned as he rolled around, trying to stand up. He held up his gun to shoot, but it wasn’t his gun that went off. He jumped at the sound of another gun shooting and the sight of the witch falling to the floor.

“Sam?” he stepped forward and looked around, thinking it must have been his brother that shot the witch. But as he rounded the corner, he was surprised to see you standing there.

“Hey, uh, thanks.” Dean said as he rubbed the back of his neck, taking you in. You were gorgeous. Long flowy y/h/c hair, striking y/e/c eyes, paired with skinny jeans, knee high boots, and a leather jacket zipped up just enough to give Dean a nice look at your cleavage.

“Don’t thank me,” you spat out, “I wasn’t trying to save you. That witch bitch just needed killing.”

Dean was taken aback at how cold your words were. He thought you must’ve been one of those mean, loner hunters him and Sam came across sometimes. But there was something different about you.

He looked you up and down, his eyes trailing across every curve on your body.

“Ugh, fuck you.” you spat out before you raised your gun and shot him, the bullet just grazing his arm and knocking him on his ass. You didn’t take well to being gawked at.

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meetmyinnerdemons  asked:

Hi, I wanted to ask you if you know any fanfictions about Johnlock texting/letters/internet messages, something connected with that? :)

Hi Lovely!

I thought I didn’t have many of these, so I was so excited that I would be able to get this done in 10 minutes… it’s now 4 hours later and I finally got a rough list done for you and I STILL can’t find the one I wanted to add to this list! I’m so angry, because I THOUGHT it was an FFNet fic, but i can’t find it urg. Oh well. I hope you like what I have picked for you instead!


  • Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2799 w, Ao3) - John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can’t find words big enough to thank her for saving John’s life at the warehouse. For afters, there’s a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of Unkissed
  • Happy anniversary by Salambo06 (E, 3772 w., Ao3) - John inhaled deeply, feeling his cock pulse under the silk gown, and he let his eyes travel on the lean body in front of him. Sherlock was kneeling on the bed, their bed, and the picture had been taken so John could perfectly see his bare chest and pelvis. But what mattered most, what made John harden rather quickly, was the pair of panties Sherlock was wearing in the picture. Black, string over each hip and laces that outlined Sherlock’s erect cock barely hidden under the soft underwear.
  • A Brand of Gold by aquabelacqua (M, 12,757 w. Ao3) - John sank deeper into the pillows, let the mist and blur of the wine settle around him, let it shore up his nerves and dim the warning signals that flashed dully in the back of his mind. He let the rest of the disappointment about Lucy and his strange accommodations and about the weekend as a whole fade into obscurity. He let the vital, missing piece snap into place as surely and as cleanly as if it had always been there. He was flirting with Sherlock Holmes. **MUST READ**
  • Come Home by hudders-and-hiddles(E, 3763, Ao3) -  When John leaves for a medical conference, Sherlock tries to entice him back home.
  • A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb  (E, 32,690, Ao3) John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX **MUST READ**
  • The Real Meaning of Idioms by feverishsea (T, 21,691 w., Ao3) - After two weeks away, John finally texts Sherlock. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to respond. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to keep texting him. And he really doesn’t expect things to spiral out of control so rapidly.
  • Bread and Wine and Curry Once a Week by cwb (E, 8737 w., Ao3) - "I am not agitated. I’m just tired of it. The insinuations, the comments, that I have no… no interest in relationships, or sex.“ John and Sherlock muddle through a relationship. **FAVE!**
  • Entanglement by orphan_account (G, 3218 w., Ao3)On Christmas Eve, snow covers London, John visits Harry, and Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson untangle some knots. Lovely pining Sherlock fic. Love this one!
  • Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w., Ao3)Throughout his life, Sherlock Holmes has always taken facts and held them close like treasures, because in a world of complex emotions, unpredictability, and the unknown, logic has never failed him. Puzzles can always be solved and equations will always have an answer; he seeks and finds comfort in the steady absolution of facts and the knowledge that everything has a definition: an unchanging, consistent meaning. However, at age thirty-five he discovers the exception to all of his neat, tidy logic when he meets John Watson, the one person who evades definition and refuses to be easily categorized—and who makes Sherlock question his own previously unshakeable ideas about everything from life to love. (Apparently a WiP, but it feel complete enough, as the “last chapter” has been waiting for over 2 years)
  • Tease You Till You Come by phoenix089 (E, 6090 w., Ao3) - Initially, Sherlock was rather put out by John’s lack of presence on the case. But then he starts to recieve pictures, several of them, of an unexpected nature. The case is forgotten rather quickly after that.
  • Text Me When It’s Over by immaculately-flawed (K+, 1K+ w., FFnet) - After the fall Sherlock starts writing texts to John. Of course, he never sends them… Until he does by accident. Post Reichenbach fic but not angsty.
  • Texts and Tea by JillianWatson1058 (K, 959 w., ffnet) - A John who is woken up at 2:30 in the morning is not a happy John. Sherlock, frankly, doesn’t care. He just wants his tea.
  • Message Not Sent by Queerasil (K, 762 w. ffnet) - Sherlock texts John after the fall and during the hiatus. The messages are sent, but never received. Sequel to WORDLOCKED, TSTM, and Wait, How Do You Play This Game Again?
  • Iunctum by Fudgyokra (K, 221 w., FFNet) - He stood still for a long time, staring not so much at the words he’d been sent, but at the signature that marked them: A simple ‘SH,’ neatly tucked at the close of the words ‘I’ve missed you.’” A 221B ficlet; Sherlock’s return from the fall.
  • The Art Of Communication by StillWaters1 (T, 2K+ w., FFNet) - Lestrade was used to getting odd, non sequitur texts from Sherlock. But when “John went out for milk” was followed by a terse “two hours ago,” Lestrade immediately understood three things: John was missing, Sherlock was quietly panicking, and this could all end very, very badly.


  • Letters by Jenna Flare (T, 2K+ w., FFNet) - John leaves letters on Sherlock’s grave as a method of coping. Sherlock reads them every week. Sherlock/John, John/Mary. T for swearing. Post-Reichenbach
  • Letters From Beyond by LittleBabeBlue (K, 637 w., FFNet) - A letter for John was found in Sherlock’s coat after he jumped. Post-Reichenbach.
  • Dear John by starwarsfreak95 (T, 601 w. FFNet) - Not all Dear John letters are bad. Sherlock tries to explain to John why he did what he did and how much John means to him.
  • Pen Pals by WerewolfDoctor (K, 2K w., FFNet) - Most people don’t become pen pals by one of them writing a not-suicide note. Then again, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson have never exactly been normal, have they?
  • In the Dark Hours by hubblegleeflower (E, 51,639 w., Ao3) - John, wounded and silent, drifts back to Baker Street for healing…and then goes home again. He visits, gets more upbeat, chattier, smiles, jokes… and still goes home again. Sherlock wants him to move back in - it just makes sense - but John shows no signs of doing so. This is the story of how John and Sherlock learn to say what needs to be said when they’re both so very, very rubbish at talking.
  • There’s Something Living in These Lines by teahigh (orphan_account) - (M, 4676 w., Ao3) - Two men, complete opposites in almost every way, who speak only in letters and pages torn from books.
  • Correspondence by Cleo2010 (T, 8031 w., Ao3) – Sherlock’s been spirited away on a case for Mycroft. Part of the deal was that he and John could communicate via letter until the case was completed. Maybe the cliche is true, absence does make the heart grow fonder. Or perhaps something is growing on the feet in the fridge. Read their letters month by month. Written after series one.
  • White Blank Page by SarahCat1717 (M, 11,936 w., Ao3) – Post-fall, Sherlock is off eliminating Moriarty’s crime web. He finds he misses John. He can’t divulge that he still lives, but he placates his need to communicate with John and still feel a connection with him by sending him blank letters. But over time, this writing exercise lends itself to Sherlock exploring his feelings for his friend. What will happen when Sherlock returns to London and the man he has been “writing” to regularly for the past two years? NOT S3 compliant. Mary who?
  • Get It All in Writing by aceofhearts61 (T, 2423 w., Ao3) – Sherlock and John write each other love notes. Part 8 of A Love with No Name
  • and stand there at the edge of my affection by coloredink (G, 2683 w., Ao3)
  • Winter of Life by You_Light_The_Sky (T, 5178 w., Ao3) – It was an experiment, really. On Christmas, Sherlock wrote to Santa asking for a friend. He got a broken toy soldier instead. This is the story of how he finds him again and again.
  • Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 3 Parts, 30,802 w. Ao3) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.)


  • The Case of the Vanishing Blog by Hekateras (K+, 2K+ w., FFNet) - Sherlock is in it for the hunt. John is in it for the action. Even so, the events at the Pool leave a mark on both, unwilling as they are to admit it.
  • One-Way Mirror by StormyNight108 (K+, 830 w. FFNet) - Post-Reichenbach one-shot. It’s been months since the incident, where a man lost his best friend. Slowly but surely, John’s life is starting to turn up a little. That night, his blog is updated to share good news to his followers, and one anonymous commentator is quick to share his happiness. It’s about as close to his friend as he can get right now.
  • Don’t Go Without Me by MirabileLectu (T, 1K+ w. FFNet) - Deep in the recesses of the cluttered space under John’s bed, far from the prying eyes of nosy landladies, there is a box.
  • To Sleep, Perchance to Smother Your Flatmate with a Pillow by Linpatootie (G, 5308 w., Ao3) - Sherlock wants to conduct a sleep study of sorts. John contemplates smothering him with a pillow. Part 1 of Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please
  • Journal of Truths by Goddess_of_the_Night (T, 2317 w., Ao3) - When John escorts Sherlock back to Baker Street from the tarmac, he discovers a journal that Sherlock has kept secret…that he has kept secrets in. What he sees when he opens it is nothing like what he expected. He expected scrawling notes of observations, or maths equations, or drawings of plants…anything but what he actually finds: confessions.
  • You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w., Ao3) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock’s study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn’t entirely mind.
  • Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by cypress_tree (E, 10,669 w., Ao3) – John helps Sherlock with an experiment: for an entire month, they are not allowed to touch each other and must remain at least one metre apart at all times.
  • The Great Sex Olympics of 221B by XistentialAngst (E, 58,611 w., Ao3) – John Watson thinks Sherlock Holmes should admit that he, Watson, is more of an expert on sex than Sherlock is. But Sherlock refuses to concede the point. He comes up with an experiment plan that will resolve the issue. The results will determine who wins the prize. But sometimes even the best thought-out scientific study has unexpected consequences.


  • I Believe In Sherlock Holmes by Cennis (K, 2+K w., FFNet)When John came to Baker Street one Sunday about six months after the funeral and found an elegant wooden cane, expensive-looking yet sturdy, stuffed away in the shoe cupboard, he began ‘blogging’ again. It began with post-it notes. POST-FALL.
  • In case of emergency by AlessNox (K, 520 w., FFNet) - Sherlock is charged with making a list of what supplies they would need in case of an emergency.
  • The Three-Word Tin Collection by TheBookshelfDweller (K, 1K+ w., FFNet) - What happens when Sherlock has to store the things he wants to say to John while deconstructing Moriarty’s web, but the Mind palace proves an inadequate place to store them?
  • 206 Reasons by whitchry9 (K+, 1K+, FFNet) - John won’t wake up, so Sherlock lists all the reasons why he should. Because he appears to be a bit besotted. How inconvenient.
  • Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb (E, 4,578 w., Ao3) – John is entirely done with the milk situation and gives Sherlock a list of shit he’s pissed about. Sherlock sets out to make John happy. John is happy. Sherlock makes his own list. They are both very, very happy.
  • The Trouble With Being Subtle. by VictoryCandescence (NR, 5429 w., Ao3) - In which Sherlock experiments, John misinterprets, and everyone else stands back and waits for the light to turn on.
  • The Importance of Torn Papers by MyLittleCornerOfSherlock (G, 2427 w., Ao3) – Little things make a big difference, even little notes of thanks. Small reminders to show he cares.
  • Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (M, 32,961 w., Ao3) – The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s ‘Heart of Darkness’, and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.” The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts’ now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.
  • See Recipe for Details by pandoras_chaos (E, 4,981, Ao3) – John knows Sherlock’s mouth will never water over the sweet smells of baking chocolate biscuits or a lovely roast chicken, but he’s watched Sherlock nick mince pies out of Mrs. Hudson’s fridge often enough to deduce that the man does have taste, albeit confusing and obscure.
    So John makes a list: Things Sherlock Likes

And I have a few on my Marked For Later List which also have this theme. I HAVE NOT READ THEM, so I don’t know what they are like; I was waiting for them to finish before I do. As well, Alexx has a tonne of lists you can check out too!

Guilty Pleasure (2)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Description: You and Baekhyun are best friends and you’ve lived together for three years now. It’s no news to you that Baekhyun sleeps around, but you do too…so what happens when he wants to be with someone as experienced as him?

Genre: Smut / Angst


Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader (feat. Lay)

Author: Admin Xiufairy

Originally posted by junyeol

Avoiding Baekhyun became dangerously hard. It wasn’t as if you were trying to avoid him at first, but it ended up just…happening. He avoided you like the plague and you just let it happen. You’d still cook him dinner though, considering he, in no way, deserved to be food deprived just because he might’ve caught a bit of feelings for you.

You’d had another date with Yixing about a week after what happened with Baekhyun. You really liked Yixing, but you weren’t exactly sure how far those feelings would go. You were definitely sexually attracted to him, but you wondered if that was it. He was sweet - possibly the sweetest man you’d ever met - but you just couldn’t put your finger on what deterred you from him.

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How to Change a Fuqboi (Hoseok)

Word Count: 3,912

Loosely inspired by the song “Fuqboi” by Hey Violet and “Not My Type at All” by Jacob Whitesides

Rated M (language and like REALLY REALLY suggestive sh!t yo 😂)

Originally posted by ultranicolet

How To Change A Fuqboi

Volume 1: Happenstance (Jungkook)
Volume 2: For-Getting His Attention (Jimin)
Volume 3: Bonding and Binding (Taehyung)
Volume 4: One and Done (Yoongi)
Volume 5: Unintentional Liar (Seokjin)
Volume 6: To Be Loved (Namjoon)
Volume 7: Checklist (Hoseok)


Step 1) Pay attention to first impressions*

After a little…thinking time, I have decided to write this last volume in sight of the fact that there is something we failed to discuss earlier.

In the words of the great poet William Shakespeare, “Some are born as a fuckboy, some achieve fuckboy-hood, and some have fuckboy-hood thrust upon them.” Okay, yes, I changed it a LITTLE. But that’s beside the point. In this volume, we will be addressing the third version, those that have “fuckboy-hood thrust upon them” which I will henceforth reference as a “convert.” Often times, these are guys who have experienced emotional trauma in a romantic relationship, but instead of working toward a healing resolution, they will compensate by seeking comfort in… something else.

Jung Hoseok, a name that anyone- nay, EVERYONE in the Middle Earth dormitory has heard.

Jung Hoseok, the dancer, the straight A student, the part time waiter in the university’s only sit-down restaurant.

Jung Hoseok, the most notorious fuckboy on campus.

See, rumor has it, he keeps this list, a LITERAL list. It has no title and no explanation, but neither is ever really necessary. It only consists of names…about three hundred of them, though the general consensus stands that slightly more than half are crossed out. And let’s just say it’s not because he’s handing out party invitations.

So obviously, when you moved into your Middle Earth apartment, having transferred over from another university, within the first two days you knew who he was and that you should stay the hell away from him at all costs.

You want NOTHING to do with Jung Hoseok.

It’s not that he’s trouble, because let’s face it, you are NO stranger that word in any sense, but rather your avoidance of him has everything to do with how you first met and what he said to you. Or maybe what he didn’t say.

The empty carton of cigarettes stares back at you with a vengeance, the last one poised between your fingers.

By now, one would think you’d learn to keep a reserve, but NO. You let your vices eat you alive and then cyclically get angry when you neglect them out of laziness. You shrug, skillfully flicking on your lighter before letting the tip of the flame kiss the edge of the cigarette.

Fine. Whatever. Learn nothing, that’s okay too.

Taking a thoughtful drag, shifting your position at the base of the tree, you pull out this quarter’s class schedule and the campus map to look them over one last time instead of watching students pass between small dormitory buildings, meeting neighbors, greeting friends.

As you have or desire neither, you devote your attention to the paper, pretending to be thoroughly interested in wherever the hell “Science Lecture Hall B” is located- especially as some boy decides that out of ALL the decorative trees to sit under, he’ll be occupying the space under YOURS.

“You know this is a smoke free campus, right?” he deposits his book bag beside the trunk, looking at you like you just killed a man.

You arch an eyebrow, unsure whether to be irritated or curious, “You know I don’t actually care, right?”

“Great, because I don’t either,” he laughs at his own bad joke, taking a seat and stretching out his legs. You’ve got to admit (or I’ll force you to), he’s a little attractive with his bright smile, tanned skin, lean frame, and dark, feathery hair- but oh GOD is that a choker?

“Fantastic,” you smirk before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke right into his face, hating the burning, but loving the coughing fit your new companion bends into.

“Was that…really necessary?” he bats at the air, action so (possibly unintentionally) comical that it makes you laugh. The boy seems to take this as the go-ahead to continue, “You got a name?”

“Would you believe me if I said no?” you’re more amused than anything at this point, ego being stroked fervently by his insistence on finding everything you say hilarious. You want to believe your interactions are reluctant, but the smile on your face as you tell him your name says otherwise.

He extends his hand for a shake and you’re one hundred percent ready to accept the greeting until he says, “I’m Hoseok. Jung Hoseok.”


You immediately retract, having skimmed the skin of his palm, watching him now with a look of disgust. His smile falls.

“Did I do something wrong?”

You stand, shoving your schedule into your bag so haphazardly that it audibly crumples, “Don’t think I haven’t heard your name before. I know what you are.”

“What I am…?”

You decide to not grace him with an answer, opting instead to walk away. But the persistent boy follows.

“Wait, what do you mean? I don’t understand.”

If your roommate hadn’t warned you about him, you might think Hoseok is actually upset by your leaving, rather than simply pining for attention. If your name is on that notorious list of his, you want absolutely nothing to do with him- a thought that I encourage enthusiastically.

You drop the cigarette, stomping on the smoldering end until satisfied, words gruff, “You don’t NEED to understand. Now, unless you have a pack of smokes that you want to share, we’re done here.”

*Elaboration: first impressions are not always correct and should not be used to judge the ENTIRETY of a person, but rather your impression of them should based in what they do to maintain a good image or repair a bad one.

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in which flash lives in a fancy house and peter and michelle are far too dorky for their own good.

one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine (THIS ONE!)

  • okay, so like. mj always knew that flash was wealthy, you know. he drives a really fancy car and he wears an expensive watch. his hair is always styled in that…rich dude way. but she’s never really had to face how wealthy he truly is until she’s driving deep into the suburbs, surrounded on either side by houses that keep getting larger and more grandiose.
  • ned is in the back just, gawking. “that house is the size of my apartment building!” “oh my goodness, is that a fountain?” “that car has a rolls royce just parked in the driveway!” and ned’s gasping breaths are the soundtrack to their car ride because peter’s phone died and they don’t know the radio stations this far out of the city.
  • when they finally pull up to his house, there is a large driveway that leads up to an even larger house. cars are lined up and down the block and they seem some people from school walking up the driveway. mj parks around the corner and takes a deep breath. she turns around to look at ned and betty and smiles, “ready?”
  • when she looks back at peter, he has the odd look on his face that she doesn’t really want to deal with right now. “ready, loser?” she asks him. and before he can answer, she opens the car door and stretches. when she walks around the car, peter is waiting for her. “ready as ever.” he answers.
  • she can’t help it so she wraps her arms around his shoulders and he wraps his arm around her waist. they walk like that to the party, peter snug under her arm and him pulling her close.
  • she ignores the smug look on ned’s face when he wiggles his eyebrows at her. she just turns and looks straight ahead, allowing herself to enjoy the feel of his fingers squeezing at her waist.

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*Requested* Hey can you do a imagine where the reader is Klaus girlfriend but even Lucien likes her and he kidnaps her.

( Oh dear Lucien what did you get yourself into again? ;) Happy reading my lovelies!)

Characters: Klaus x Reader, Lucien

Story Title: “Shanghaied..Again”

Warnings: Minor Season 3 spoilers

Word count: 1036

Your name: submit What is this?

Lucien: “Rise and shine!”

A familiar voice wakes you from your slumber, your sight blurry, your hands tied to a chair and your head pounding. You blink a few times before you raise your head, your eyes focusing on the dark haired man bending over in front of you; Lucien Castle. Fantastic.

You groan and roll your eyes at him which makes him smile.

Y/N: “Wipe that cocky grin off your face.”

Lucien: “Oh, but it works wonders with the ladies! I flash this magical smile and they are done for. Works each time. Wouldn’t you agree?”

He smiles as genuine as he possibly can, and you would have believed him, if you would not be aware of the vicious snake lingering beneath his disguise.

Y/N: “Jesus. Could you be more vain? All I want to do when I see that “magical” grin of yours is punch it into oblivion”

Lucien chuckles and squats down.

Lucien: “You are not scared at all, are you?”

Y/N: “Why should I? This is not the first time I got shanghaied you know. Besides, you don´t scare me. If you´d intended to kill me, I’d be dead by now. So the question is, why am I really here?”

His eyes travel over you for a second, stopping at your eyes.

Lucien:  “Huh. Now I see why Nik is so taken with you, Y/N. You’re smart, strong and extraordinarily beautiful. A rare combination.”

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bitchynightmarepost  asked:

Are requests open? If so senpai I would like to request the RFA + v and saeran ( or just the Rfa) reacting to an mc who can purr like a cat. I can and my friends get a kick out of it lmao

Requests are always open my friend! It just might take a while for me to write them ;__; ALSO WHAT CAT PURR PERSON???? THAT’S WICKED????

also whoops I could’t think of anything for saeran or v i’m so so sorry ahhh


  • When she hears you purr for the first time, you guys are just closing up shop
  • Unpleasant Memories resurface, and she almost has a mental breakdown then and there
  • There’s gonna be cat hair in all our products and then one day we’re going to find a cat in the coffee bag and then there’s gonna be cats falling from the ceiling and-
  • “Jaehee?”
  • “MC! Where’s the cat? Where is it? I’ll find it and -” she grabs a nearby broom and begins her search
  • cats really stress her out I guess? i wonder why
  • you purr again because you’re just a Kind Person who is Definitely Not Sadistic in the least
  • she whips around to face you, broom raised, ready for a furry onslaught
  • but it’s just you
  • “MC? Did you.. are you…?”
  • you purr once more, a coy smile curling around your lips
  • Jaehee promptly collapses onto the floor, her poor nerves rattled beyond belief
  • in a shakey voice, she asks you to never do that again, however, 
  • she secretly enjoys it when you purr at her touch
  • she’s gonna take that secret to the grave though


  • this boy honestly thinks you farted
  • but he’s in awe of how demure and pretty it sounded
  • though also he starts to blush because bIah MC is just the cutest no matter what 
  • a few days go by before you do it again, and at that point
  • he whips out the ‘MC even your farts are perfect” you’re just like????? the hell???
  • He’s so embarrassed cuz he has to explain about how that One Time he heard you let one rip and now you just did it again and how do you do that so nicely can you teach me??
  • “Yoosung I - that- that was not flatulence!”
  • “I - huh?”
  • so you pointedly stare at him while you purr, and realization dawns on his face
  • and then it’s replaced by sheer horror
  • he clutched his head in his hands, melting in a puddle of humiliation on the floor
  • he’s still traumatized by the experience for a while after, then once he more or less gets over it, Yoosung just loves your purring cuz ya know he’s s sucker for animals and yeah
  • sometimes you say to him, “Hey Yoosung, do you still want me to teach you how to fart like me?”
  • “Yes.”


  • he’s not even inside the house when you purr yet he still sneezes himself into another dimension
  • he has an ongoing allergic reaction, and it gets to the point that he can no longer act properly
  • so he goes home, a teary-eyed and snot-dripping mess
  • he starts talking about how his allergies started again for some reason, maybe a co actor had  pet cat or something
  • you purr right at that exact moment
  • Zen knows it’s coming from your direction, but he exiles himself to the furthest physically accessible corner
  • he’s not dealing with that shit
  • “MC…if you do that again I’m…I’m going to sneeze all over your nice clothes!”
  • that was the most threatening thing Zen has ever said to you, so maybe it would be a bad idea to push him too much
  • overall just h a t e s it


  • he actually doesn’t know it’s you, cuz duh he already has a cat??
  • you like to tease him by purring, then watch as he looks around for Elly excitedly
  • he thinks that she’s just playing hide and seek with him, so Jumin starts to go along with it
  • meanwhile the real Elly is watching in mild interest from atop the bookcase
  • you think it’s cute, and you keep doing it
  • Elly catches on real quick she’s a smart lady
  • she goes around the place, purring, running away, and then you’ll purr from the other side of the house
  • which makes him sprint to your location in a matter of seconds
  • you managed to get Jumin to do this for ever
  • the record is like five hours
  • he just finds it so much fun
  • but of course, there comes the day when all games end
  • it was a simple accident, you were reading a book, and purred to yourself because why the fuck not
  • but lo and behold, Han Man was right behind you
  • he heard that shit
  • you got busted?
  • Jumin is mildly let down when he finds out that it had mostly been a ruse, but that was quickly replaced by a newfound adoration for you
  • MC can purr??? Sh e can purr?????? I love cats I love MC k???
  • what a nice guy
  • Elly still plays hide and seek though


  • he pretty much launches himself through the fucking wall as soon as he hears  the purring
  • when he can’t find the cat at first glance, he’s down on all fours, sniffing the pillows, the ground
  • hunting 4 that pussy
  • he figures out the secret real quick though cuz he’s too smart 4 lyfe
  • his hair is ruffled, his eyes are wide and shining, and he demands that you teach him how to purr,  convinced that being able to do so will allow him to have secret conversations with Elly
  • maybe actually ask her for her hand paw in marriage because consent is really important kids
  • also talking smack about Jumin because Seven can sass people to heaven
  • but talking to cats doesn’t stop there
  • you guys actually invent your own purring language, the pitch and frequency of the purr making up different sentences
  • y’all have your own conversation in Cat Speech
  • Jumin wants in on the secret
  • Elly tells you that Han Man like to sing opera in the shower
  • also other things but they’re rated R for Really Smutty
First Time

Pairing: JD x Fem!Reader

Request: Can I ask for a JD x reader and just??? Maybe fluffy smut? ~Anonymous

AN: Dan’s JD

Words: 1289

Warnings: Nsfw; first time; fluff


“Are you sure about this Y/N?” You gulped, nodding quickly.

“Yes I trust you.” You peck JD’s lips, who exhaled softly.

“Then it’s fine by me.” His lips connected with yours. His hand gently pushed you onto your back. JD hovered over you, he gazed into you E/C eyes as you gazed into his brown ones. A strand of hair on your face was pushed to the side. JD lowered himself and softly kissed you on the lips. Your hands came up and cupped his face. His left hand came down to rest on your hip as the other held him up as he leaned on his elbow.

JD began rubbing circles on your hip with is thumb. The gesture eased your nerves a bit. Your lips parted for a split second before they connected into a more heated kiss. His tongue grazed the bottom of your lip. They parted, his tongue slipped into your mouth, tangling with yours. His thumb dug into your hip sending tingles through out your body.

Removing your hands from his face you let them lead to the hem of his grey t-shirt tugging on it gently. JD pulled back. The both of you were breathless.

“Are you sure?” He asked again. You nodded. JD got up, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to his floor. before going back to kissing you. His hands reached the buttons of your shirt as started to unbutton them one by one. Once he finished his lips trailed down to your neck leaving scattered kisses on your soft skin. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours.

JD nipped the spot right under your left ear, letting out a soft moan from your lips. He smirked, doing it again and again you moaned from the sensation. He sucked and nibbled on the same spot and you were loving it.

Your hands explored his toned chest and stomach but finding their way in tangling themselves in JD’s hair. You were feeling eager. You gently pushed him away, his mouth leaving your neck. In one quick motion you flipped the both of you over so you were on top.

Shrugging off your shirt you threw it to the floor. JD tried sitting up but you pushed him back down before you planted one feverish kiss on his swollen lips before trailing a line of kisses down his neck and chest which drove him crazy but he loved it. Your hands kept themselves occupied with undoing JD’s belt.

JD lifted his hips while you tugged his pants down. He kicked it off once they reached his ankles. Tugging you back up, once again you both flipped over, now JD was back in control.

His lips instantly attached to your while he pulled down your skirt, leaving you in your white semi-laced lingerie and black knee high socks. JD’s hands were warm. He sat on his legs in between yours now, his fingers lightly brushing against your stomach, waist, hips, thighs. The feeling felt intense. You squirmed at his touch but not in a bad way.

“What do you want princess?” JD’s voice grew husky as his eyes darkened with lust.

“Touch me.” You practically begged. Taking his right hand he gently pressed a finger against your clothed area. A gasp admitted from you. Your legs lightly squeezed against him from both sides when you tried to close them. Dragging the finger up, still applying pressure you moaned softly. Carefully reaching the hem of the lingerie, JD slid his hand in.

“God Y/N. Your so wet.” He commented as his index finger slid in you, slowly pushing in and out. You moan, your hips involuntarily rolled forwards. Lips brushed against yours.

“Oh, JD.” You moaned, JD took the opportunity to slide his tongue back in. The kiss was heated and powerful, he sped the thrusts of his finger before adding another finger. You gasp from the pain.

“Do you want me to stop?’ You quickly nodded as he took his fingers out, wiping them on a towel that was on the nightstand. You sat up, red in the face.

“I’m sorry, it just started to hurt then-”

“Shh hey, it’s okay.” His other hand rested on your cheek. “It’s going to hurt, but you already know that. And we can stop now and go get a slushie if you want to.” He told you. You shook your head.

“No, I…I want to do it.” You leaned forward resting your forehead against his. “I trust you.” You smiled.

Everything slowed down. It was just you and JD, no one and nothing else mattered but the two of you.

Your back was pressed gently against the mattress, your lingerie being slid down by JD, they were tossed to the floor. Reaching behind you, you unhooked your bra and throwing it aside. JD stood from his bed and slowly took of his tightey whiteys. Your eyes widened. You never saw a penis before, only the stuff they show you in a health class.

Opening the nightstand drawer a small foil wrapper was pulled from it. Tearing it open JD rolled the condom onto his penis before getting back onto the bed. You laid there before he was back between your legs.

“I swear it’ll only hurt for a little bit, but it does feel better, okay?”

“Okay.” JD places a gentle kiss on your lips as he positions himself at your entrance. Your eyes couldn’t stay on his face but trailed downwards as his tip touched your entrance.

“Hey, eyes up here.” He said softly. Your eyes snap back to his. Slowly JD pushed himself in. Your eyes teared up as you whimpered from the pain. It stung, it felt like you were being split open. “Sh, hey, it’s okay.” JD kissed the tears that slid down your face.

Slowly he slid out about half way. You hissed, digging your nails into his shoulders, glaring at him.

“It’s the only way, it’ll go away.” He told you. You whimpered again. He kissed your lips as he slid back in.

It was slow in the beginning. JD took his time with you. And it was painful in the beginning but then it didn’t hurt that much anymore.

“Ugh” You grunted as JD slowly picked up the pace. JD left little hickies all over your neck as he thrusted in and out of you.

“I love you.” He panted.

“Faster!” You moaned, your back arched, your chest pressed up against his. He grabbed your hips, pulling you closer if possible and thrusted into you as fast as he could. Your eyes rolled back as your nails racked down his back.

A unfamiliar feeling stirred in your abdomen.

“Oh my god JD!” You screamed.

“Uh, Y/N!” JD’s thrusts began to get uneven. “I’m close please te-tell me you are too.” He pleaded.

“J-JD!” Your body shook, as you climaxed. Your orgasm triggered his. You were in a state of euphoria, your body felt weightless in that moment. JD released your hips which were sure to bruise. He got our of bed to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. When he got back you were under the sheets, still panting.

“Hey.” He greeted you as he got in with you.

“Hi.” He smiled at you. Your hands both found each other, entwining each others hands together, JD softly place a kiss on the back of your hand before pulling you to his chest. You rested your head on it as his arms wrapped around you. After the both of you got comfortable you fell to sleep. JD following not long after you.

Make Time (Part 1)

This is requested by @naepoohxd, thank you for requesting! I hope you like it, I’m sorry if it’s short.

Summary: You guys get into an argument about how close you and Isaac are.

Warnings: Angst and curse words.

I recommend listening to a sad song.


Originally posted by lildoog-ish

Originally posted by dylpicklesprays

“Maybe we should do our movie night today?” Isaac eagerly suggested.

“Maybe. I’m not yet sure. This is the first time we are not going with the schedule. And I’m not sure Brett would like that.” Y/N answered, hesitant.

“Brett? Again? Why does he always need to approve?” Isaac asked, irritated.

“He doesn’t really trust you. He is my boyfriend, so I think he needs to know.” You answered.

“*sigh* and if he doesn’t approve? What will you do? Persuade him?”

“If I have to.” Y/N answered back, still hesitant. To be honest Y/N doesn’t know what to do. If Y/N tells Brett, he will be furious. If Y/N doesn’t, Brett would still be enraged . It is not a win-win situation.

“It’s fine, Y/N. I can smell your anxiousness. We’ll just follow the schedule.” Isaac answered.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N is worried it will ruin her relationship with her best friend, and also ruin her relationship of 3 years with Brett.

Dismissal came, Y/N went out and saw Brett waiting for her. Going near him, she questioned, “Don’t you have practice?” And they started walking home.

“Nah, coach didn’t show up. Are you okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay.” Y/N kept zoning out.

Brett frowned at that. “You can tell me anything, you know that right?”

“I know, I know. It’s just Isaac wanted to do our movie night today, and I told him that I was going to ask you and he got irritated. And then he told me that it’s fine and we will just follow the schedule.”

Brett stayed silent, he could smell that you were worried. 

“Brett? Are you okay? You smell like you’re mad.”

“I’m okay. Don’t worry about it.” Brett answered. But you know it was a lie, you heard his heartbeat. And you know he knows that you knew it was lie.

You didn’t push it anymore.

It was the day before you movie night with Isaac. Isaac of course was excited, he told you that he didn’t mind and that he was sorry for putting you in a position like that.

Walking to school with Brett, both of you made sure to go earlier so Brett wouldn’t be late. “Let’s go on a date tomorrow. I mean we won’t have classes tomorrow since it’s a holiday.(I’m not sure if it’s like that for other schools in other countries, but it’s like that here in my country but only sometimes, if it’s really important.)”

“Actually, I can’t.”

“What? Why not?”

“It’s movie night tomorrow. You know that.”

“Then we go in the morning.”

“But when we go on dates in the morning, you keep me til’ seven. And tell me to stay over instead.”

“So you’d rather go to this ‘movie night’, rather than spending time with me?”

“But it’s movie night. It’s the only day Isaac and I can spend time with each other without supernatural sh*t trying to kill us.”

“You always see each other at school. Isn’t school enough time without supernatural sh*t trying to kill you? And I’m from a different school, have practice, I’m lucky enough if coach doesn’t show up so I could at least spend time with you. ”

“I know, Brett. But tomorrow is movie night, I always tell you when movie night is gonna happen. And I told you to tell me if you’re gonna make plans, so I could schedule when the movie night is, but you suddenly make plans right now. So I can’t go on a date tomorrow.”

Both of you arrived at your school, it was still early.

“So you’re just gonna throw our time together like that?”

“I don’t want to! But I have no choice! And you know that! I can’t just cancel on my best friend! I cancel for you. I cancel for him. That’s what I always do. And to be fair both of you have the same amount of times I cancelled.”

“Then cancel tomorrow!”

Both of you are yelling now, good thing there’s no one at school yet.

“I can’t just cancel on him! And if I cancel our plans, you get furious! Saying, I can’t hang out with Isaac, and that our plans should continue! Both of you keep leaving me in tight spaces!”

“Just cancel your plans with him, Y/N.” His eyes turned yellow.

Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn

“No! I’m tired of this, Brett. I can’t anymore. I’m tired. We always argue when I hang out with Isaac. Do you know how that makes me feel? Do you even care of how I feel?” 

“Tired? You think I’m not tired? Having to always see you hang out with him. And I can’t even hang out with you, it’s always him. He spends more time with you, and I’m the boyfriend!”

You just stayed silent, you’re crying now.

“If you’re tired…”

You looked up at him.

“Then let’s end this.” 

“Brett, please. Don’t do this.” You tried reaching out to him, but he just moved away.

“Let’s end this, Y/N.”

“No, please Brett. Don’t do this. I-I’ll make more time for you. Please, just don’t do this.”

But he already left. 

Y/N’s P.O.V

He left me alone. He ended our relationship, it’s all my fault. I should have made more time with him. 

I kept crying, I didn’t even notice Scott and Isaac.



I just kept crying. It’s all my fault! It’s all my fault.

“Are you okay?” 

“Y/N! Are you okay? What happened?”

I looked at them.

“It’s all my fault! I should have made more time with him! And now he’s gone, he doesn’t want me anymore.” 


“I want to go home.” I feel weak. I feel like everything that has been happening is all my fault.

“Are you sure?” I just nodded.

“I’ll take her home.”

“Are you sure, Isaac?”

“She’s my best friend. I know what to do.

Scott nodded, took my backpack and gave it to Isaac.

But I didn’t care. I need Brett and now he’s gone.

Isaac carried me in his back. Making sure to hold tight.

Originally posted by 0nly-an-illusi0n

“Are you okay?”

Of course not! But I won’t tell you, I’m just gonna worry you.

“I’m fine.”

Originally posted by queerlysad

He knows it’s a lie, he heard your heartbeat. But he didn’t push it over. 

“I’m sorry. For bringing you into this mess.”

“I’m your friend, Y/N. You helped me when I needed you. I’m just returning the favor, it’s my turn to help and take care of you now.” He just smiled at you.

Reaching my house, I opened my backpack and took the keys.

Isaac put me down, and I went to the door, and opened it with the key.

I went inside and went straight to my room, with Isaac following after closing the door.

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. Why didn’t I make time with him, I started crying again. I wish he’s still here. I wish he didn’t leave me. I wish I made time for him. I wish everything was just a dream. 

I hate myself. I hate myself for hurting him, for making him feel like that. I wish I could just die.

Originally posted by itsconsumingme

“Y/N, don’t worry. Maybe you could talk it out with him.” Isaac tried to reassure me.

“I don’t know anymore.”

*1 week later*

I started going to school. again. I haven’t moves on but I can do it. I can’t just mope around my room.

I started walking towards Isaac, Scott, Lydia, Kira, Malia, Liam, and Stiles. They were talking about something but stopped. I guess Scott and Isaac sensed my presence.

“Hey guys! What are we talking about?”

“What? Nothing! Yeah, nothing.” Stiles said.

“I know you’re lying. I heard your heartbeat.”

“Dammit, f*cking werewolf hearing”

“So are you guys gonna tell me what you were talking about now?”

“Y/N…..” They seemed hesitant


“You know we have a game tonight right?”

“Yeah! I’m coming by the way. I’m rooting for you guys.”

“Y/N, Brett’s gonna be there. We’re playing against them.”

My smile dropped. I suddenly felt terrified. Isaac and Scott smelled it.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be there for you!”

“Yeah, and if he tries anything, we’ll kick his ass.”

You just laughed at them. “Okay, okay.”

*time skip to the game*

I was sitting on the bleachers with Lydia, Malia, and Kira since she won’t be playing.

And then the Devenford Prep boys arrived at the field.

I avoided staring at them and continued talking with Lydia, Malia, and Kira.

“Maybe we could go shopping this weekend.” Lydia suggested.

“Shopping?” Malia asked.

“Yeah, shopping. We could buy more clothes and hang out with each other. Only us though, no boys allowed.” Kira answered.

“If we don’t have much homework.” I piped up.

“*sigh* again with homework?” Lydia looked at me, with an ‘are-you-serious look’.

I just shrugged. “I want to keep up with my grades you know.” 

Lydia just sighed, “Fine.”

The players started to prepare. I saw Brett starting to change. He looked like he moved on.

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Originally posted by procrastinationoutlet

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Poles Apart

taehyung, 13.6k, he’s a little bit different to what you are but oh well

warning: uh… idk, there’s a warning but if i say why it gives away the story

“Being different isn’t a problem.”

“Everyone acts like it is…they pull faces when you can’t answer their questions. They talk behind your back because they don’t think what they’re saying will hurt you. You’re the only person who hasn’t questioned my… being of me.”

Originally posted by bwipsul

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‘Requested* Klaus x Reader fic where they meet after season 4

(This is more from Klaus´ perspective than usual. Also, I could totally imagine that is what Klaus could be up to at the moment. Okay maybe with a little bloodshed on top, but hey. Do let me know what you think if this one. Happy reading my lovelies!)

Characters: Klaus x Reader, Mikaelson´s (mentioned), Stefan (mentioned)

Story Title: “Piece of work. art”

Warnings: To Season 4 Spoilers, Tvd Season Finale Spoilers,

Your name: submit What is this?

Klaus has always liked Chicago, so it was not much of a surprise when he found himself arriving at the city after he forcefully parted ways with his siblings.

He kept himself busy with drawing and showing off his work in several exhibits.He always expected people to simply rush by his work, because it is diverging from his usual style and admittedly also not his best work. What he certainly did not expect was someone staring at the piece of art for several minutes.

Klaus: “An interesting piece, wouldn’t you say?”

A man stops next to the abstract piece of art hanging on the wall, his voice thick with a British accent and his hands are crossed behind his back.

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camila, prt ii *

WARNING : contains graphic sexual content 

: also, look out for actress series part two coming tomorrow at 6 EST

Originally posted by everythingshawnmendes

He’s watching you with sad eyes as you put your damp face in your hands. You can tell by the way his eyebrows tilt inwards, almost like he’s confused, before giving way to his pretty, pouted lips. “I don’t know what else to say to make you feel better, Doll,” Shawn explains quietly, “other than just saying again that nothing happened. It was just a big crowd, you know? And Camila always would say that she got claustrophobic so I -”

“Stop.” You’re not gentle with him or how you say the words. They hit his skin like knives and you’re watching the table but you know that he flinched. “You don’t get it.”

“What don’t I get, baby? Tell me.” He reaches for your hand but you jerk it away, feeling burned.

“Stop with all the fucking pet names, okay? I’m not a dog, or some chick you can manipulate with your shitty sweet talk. You embarrassed me in front of the world,” you tell him, voice growing in volume as you gather the courage to look him in the eye. “You made me look like the pathetic ‘girl-at-home’ whose boyfriend can’t keep it in his pants.”

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Wrong Number- Bucky Barnes One Shot

*I lost some imagines, including this one, so it has been reposted*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Prompt: Clint is asking for a death wish by deciding it would be fun to change all of the contact names in your phone. You call who you believe is Natasha to complain about your “issues” with Bucky, your long-time crush. You’re in for a pleasant surprise when you figure out who the call really went to.

Word Count: 1500

Warning: One swear word (I believe)

A/N: Just because I love shy Bucky (and Sam). Sorry, Bruce/Natasha is implied (but not specifically stated as a romantic relationship). I don’t ship it, I just used it.


From the day you met Bucky, he ignored you. He only spoke to you when absolutely necessary. In the six months since he’s been in the tower, he has probably said less than ten words to you. Needless to say, you were a bit offended by how standoffish he was towards you. He seemed to gradually open up to everyone else except for you-and Tony, but that was reasonable. What killed you the most was that you had started to develop a crush on the former assassin and he seemed to think of you as nothing more than dirt under his shoes.

You were trained in the Red Room like Natasha and, therefore, no one knew about your crush on him-except for the Black Widow and Wanda. They were your best friends in the tower and you three shared everything from secrets to food to clothing.

Most of the time it was unnoticed when Bucky avoided you by everyone except for you and Steve. Steve and Sam were the only two who knew why Bucky acted the way he did. He was scared of you. The ex-assassin was terrified of how he felt towards you. He believed you were too good for him and saw avoiding you as his only way to get over the “crush”. Of course, that plan didn’t stop Sam from pushing him towards you every once in awhile.

“Where is Barton? I swear I’m going to kill him.” You asked, walking into the kitchen one day. Your phone was in your hand and you were fuming about how a certain someone decided it would be a fun prank to change all of the contact names in your phone.

“I think he’s in the training room.” Sam replied before Steve could speak.

“Thank you.” You spun on your heel and started towards the training room. After you were out of earshot, Steve turned to his friend with an incredulous look on his face.

“Clint’s in the lab.” He said.

“I know, but Bucky’s training. Maybe they will get to talking.” Sam shrugged with a small smirk. Steve rolled his eyes at his friend, praying that Bucky would turn out okay.


You opened the training room door and the only person in there was Bucky, who was currently hitting a punching bag. Upon hearing the door, he stopped attacking the object and turned to face you. His eyes went wide and he began to search for a way out.

“Bucky, have you seen Barton?” You asked.

“No.” He all but whispered, going to grab his bag.

“Why are you running away from me?” You questioned, stepping in front of the door, blocking his only exit path.

“I’m not.” He mumbled, reaching for the handle. You put all your weight against the door so he couldn’t pull it open.

“You always leave when I’m in the room. Why?” You pestered.

“I don’t.” He said, “Move.”

“Nope. Not until you tell me why you avoid me.”

“Barton’s upstairs in the lab.” Bucky replied.

“More than 10 words. There’s a start.” You stated.

“Please, move.” He ordered. You stepped to the side and let him slip out the door. You left the room as well, making your way into Tony and Bruce’s lab. You entered the room and saw him talking with Tony about his bow.

“Clinton Barton! Fix my phone right now!” You shouted. Instead of chucking your phone at his head, you threw one of the metal wrenches from the table beside you. Clint used his fast reflexes to catch it before it could hit him.

“Someone’s angry.” He teased.

“Fix it. Now.” You demanded, handing him your phone.

“What did you do this time, Legolas?” Tony asked.

“He changed all of my contact names to Pokemon characters and Harry Potter spells.” You replied.

“Nice one.” Tony gave the archer a high five.

“I can’t. I don’t remember their numbers.” Clint simply shrugged, “You’re on your own, princess.”

“Give me your phone then.” You said, snatching your phone back from him.

“No. You’ll screw with it.” He replied.

“Tony, where’s yours?” You asked.

“There’s no way I’m trusting you with my baby.” The billionaire stated.

“I can just list off the numbers I remember.” Clint offered and you agreed, considering he did have a decent memory. You made note to check everything with Natasha when she was back from her lunch with Bruce, Vision, and Wanda.

“Thanks, birdbrain. These better be correct.” You stated, walking out of the room with at least some of the correct contacts.

You were walking down the hallway from the lab to the main area when you saw Bucky headed your way. The moment his eyes met yours, he turned around and hurried off. You groaned at his ridiculousness, vowing to find out why he avoids you. You dealt with your Clint issues today-your Bucky issues could be put off until tomorrow. You sat at the bar in the kitchen, eating an apple when you decided to call Natasha. It rang for a few minutes before listing off the number and going to voicemail.

“Hey, Nat, when are you guys coming back? I’m pretty bored right now without you two. Barton decided to change all my contact names, so I’m having a banner day. I also cornered Bucky about why he won’t talk to me and he said another ten words to me. I swear, I don’t even know why I like him sometimes. Do you know how hard it is to have a crush on someone who avoids you like the plague? It’s unbearable. I wish he’d just man up and talk to me. I’m not that scary, right? Anyways, hurry up and get back here with Wanda. We need more girl talk.” You said, pushing the end button. A minute later, you heard a thud from one of the bedrooms and shouting.

“What the-” you started to wonder aloud, when Sam came sprinting down the stairs, with Bucky chasing after him.

“Y/N, just who I wanted to see-” Sam was cut off by Bucky putting a hand over his mouth.

“Was that you three up there? What was that thud?” You asked, “Please tell me you didn’t break one of Tony’s bedside tables.”

“No, we didn’t. Bucky just needs to talk with you for a moment.” Steve said, casually strolling into the room. Bucky’s phone was in his hands. He pressed a button and your own voice filled the room. It was the voicemail you had just left for Natasha.

“Barton, you little sh*t!” You exclaimed, taking Bucky’s phone and stopping the message before you could hear yourself talk about him. You hoped he hadn’t heard it already, but part of you knew it wasn’t true.

“Bucky, you didn’t happen to hear that beforehand?” You asked, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

“Yes, he did. He likes you too.” Sam said, but it was completely muffled by Bucky’s hand. Bucky’s face was red and his mouth moved, trying to form words.

“Buck, let go of Sam and we’ll leave you two.” Steve stated. Bucky slowly dropped his hand and Sam made his way to the elevators with Steve.

“Bucky’s in love with you!” Sam called back to you before the doors closed. Bucky stood frozen once more.

“Are we going to talk about it or are you going to continue being a deer in headlights?” You asked, nervously.

“I-I-” Bucky desperately tried to figure out what to say, “I really, really like you, Y/N, and it scares the hell out of me. That’s why I avoided you. You’re not scary-it’s the feelings that are terrifying. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you-I just thought you wouldn’t feel the same about me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

“You don’t need to be scared, Bucky. I like you too, ever since you moved in actually.” You explained.

“Do you want to maybe go out some time?” He looked you in the eyes nervously as he stepped closer to you until he was right in front of you.

“That’d be wonderful.” You replied, reaching your hand out to his and intertwining your fingers together.

“Whoa, what’s happening here?” Natasha exclaimed, walking into the room with Wanda, Vision, and Bruce.

“They appear to be talking.” Vision said. There was a hint of confusion in his voice since you and Bucky had never really talked.

“Aw, did he finally ask you out?” Wanda asked, her eyes growing wide in hope. You bashfully nodded, glancing down at your connected hands.

“We leave for one afternoon and you get a date. We need to leave more often.” Natasha said to Wanda, “Where are the others? Clint’s going to be so excited. We’ve been shipping you two for ages.”

“That reminds me. I have an archer to kill-for real this time.” You stated, letting go of Bucky’s hand and storming off towards the lab.

Timeloop Aftermath

((I decided to create a possible idea of what might happen with the Aftermath of this AU. It’s a brilliant AU, so many possibilities and great writing on your part (I also love your art wow)! So, here it is! I hope you like it!))

After the incident, everything in Jeremy’s life changed, and for the better.

After he told Michael about everything that had happened (using the journal as proof, even if he has to read it to him and persuade it to him enough to make him believe him), he was convinced by Michael to get the Squip out of his brain.

There was a whole shitload of stuff that happened (may possibly write it out), whereas Jeremy had to fight against the Squip'a forces, talk to Rich, and finally get that Mountain Dew Red to end it all, Michael being his main support.

Afterwards, with everything that had happened to them with the party and Squips, Jeremy finally seemed to be accepted by people. Not only did Rich come out as bi and started being good friends with Jeremy and Michael, he got them one step closer to Jake, Chloe, Brook and Jenna. Christine had taken a liking to helping Michael after the accident (Jeremy wasn’t into her anymore since he figured out his feelings for Michael, however he couldn’t help appreciate all the amazing things she did), and so the Drama Crew was formed, their friendship really unexpected and magnificent.

Not to mention that Jeremy and Michael had gotten together quickly. Jeremy visited Michael in the hospital everyday after the accident until he got out. Apparently Michael would have full blindness for up to a year, six-nine months at least, and then he’s have eyesight problems for the rest of his life (so, worse than needing glasses obviously, however he’d have partial blindness at times. However it wouldn’t affect him as greatly, and not as bad forever).

Despite the joking bets about how long they’d last, they lasted.. that’s just it. They lasted. They graduated, went to college together (They were cool in college, let me tell you,) and moved in together shortly afterwards. They went on dates, got a dog named Pac-Man (a stray Michael found on the street, what a furry,) , and eventually had a wedding! It was small but cute, the Crew was there, Jeremy’s dad was there, Michael’s parents were there, and Mr. Reyes was there for some reason. It was all amazing, life couldn’t go better for Michael and Jeremy Heere.

That’s the saying, you can only go up. But when you’re up, where else can you go? Well.. only down, of course.

Jeremy and Michael were in their early 40’s. It had been so long since everything happened, the two never imagined Michael’s sight could be so bad ever again. He had been able to see just fine since he had turned 31, despite still needing glasses. They hadn’t even costed the doctor in a whole year, they were so confident.

Confidence wasn’t enough.

Michael had always been insistent on driving himself places after he had gotten better. To practice driving again after getting better, he went to the grocery store to get stuff for the week for them every week, and he had just kept it up since. It wasn’t a big deal.

It had been September when this whole instance occurred. Jeremy sat at home on this Monday, when he had the work day off for Labor day. He sorted through the papers in his hands that was keeping him busy. It wasn’t business papers, oh no (he couldn’t work for a big business anyways, it reminded him of the Squip. Plus he just hated the thought of working in a cubical), these were adoption papers. Jeremy and Michael had been thinking about this for yesrs, and now they were thing of going through with this. He was reading through the different foster care systems near them, when he heard his phone ring.

Jeremy wasn’t one to let his phone go to voicemail unless he was really, really into something or just couldn’t reach the phone. This wasn’t one of those times. He was quite calm at the moment, normal, feeling alright..

He suddenly didn’t feel alright. With the sound of the stranger over the line telling him about the accident. Telling him that his player two had swivered off the side of the highway into a ditch in a frenzy. He was at the hospital. He was under-

Jeremy had stopped listening. Why? Because he dripped his phone on the way outside. Panic ran through his body as he sped out of the driveway in his car, cutting someone off and not caring for a single second.

He could barely breathe as he raced towards the hospital. He knew where it was from how many times he’s been there for this man and this man alone. This man he loved more than anything in the world. The man he saw die so many times before- but felt it so real this time that he felt like he would die right here and now if he didn’t make it to the hospital.

Adrenalin filled him as he crashed into the ER, frantically waving down anyone at all to tell him where Michael was. He looked insane, so if course, security had stopped him before a nurse had came to him.

“Where’s Michael? Where- I-Im married to him! I-is he ok?”

“Sir, were doing everything we can. Hes in a critical state. You have to calm-”

“I can’t calm down! I have to see him- h-he can’t die! I can’t let him d-die! Please!” Jeremy held back the word ‘again’. He also held back tears.

“Sir, I..”

Just then, a doctor stepped into the area. He talked to the lady at the front counter before making his way over to us. “You’re Jeremy Heere, sir?”

Jeremy nodded quickly. “Y-yes, where’s Michael? Is he ok? H-hes ok, right?”

The doctor had paused.

Jeremy felt a fear rush through him at this silence. “H-hes, t-tell me Michael’s ok! Tell me!” He persisted, his voice escalating.

The doctor spoke calmly, obviously rehearsed and drone-like. “I’m sorry sir. There was nothing else we could do for him. Michael had punctured his lung and bled to death before we could do anything usef..”

Jeremy felt his heart drop as the words sunk in. His thoughts seemed to stop, scream to a halt, not disappear, but a much , much worse feeling. The feeling of his whole life crashing down on him and fleeing him at the same time. His heart stopped, like everything else, for a pause that seemed to last for hours.

Then it all hit him. All of it. His heart came back, feeling an ache that only grew worse with every pump. His mind filled with the words of the doctor, the thoughts of his lovers death, the thoughts of Michael, Michael, Michael is dead.

Jeremy was crying. His cheeks were leaking as he pulled himself away from the other men. He stumbled back, still staring at the doctor. His vision became blurry as he started crying harder than every before, his breath becoming tiny gasps, his feet losing balance when he realised he was outside the hospital, on the grass. He brought his hands to his face, weeping and whaling profusely to himself, alone.

Everything came flooding back. And it all guilted him. He could have gone grocery shopping with him. For him. He could have taken him to the doctors to get checked up, seen that his sight might get worse. Checked that his lover was ok with a phone call, say “I love you, player two” one last time. The worst part was that he couldn’t remember the last words they had exchanged.

His mind was in such a spiraling state that he started thinking of everything bad that he ever did to Michael. He reached his deaths, he reached the looping. He remembered every death. He remembered his pain and how none of that pain was nearly as bad as it is now. Now was the worst day of his life. And there had been many bad days for Jeremy Heere.

He just wanted to see his face one more time. He wanted to see his lover, his player two, his alive husband, his best friend, his partner in crime, the most amazing person in the world-

“Or you’ll what?”

The bathroom. The light. The taste of shitty, terrible liquor threatening his mouth. And right in front of him, almost 30 years younger, was the love of his life. He teared up.





That was really really really fantastic, wow!! I have had thoughts about making the timeline where Michael goes blind the final timeline, sort of like, there’s gotta be some sacrifices, but they don’t necessarily have to be someone dying, ya know? And just imagining all the fun stuff that he and Jeremy go through afterward, hoooo!

All I can think about now is Jeremy pushing Michael (who’s wearing like, shutter shades or a pair of ridiculous sunglasses probably) around in a wheel chair through school and Michael’s like “Move outta the way, bitches, I got an escort to class” and like. Once they recover they get comfortable enough to make blind jokes ppfffp
Although I do like the idea of Michael’s sight coming back eventually. Like the accident at Jake’s house was only temporary and he regains his sight after a couple months or a year or smth.

BUT ANYWAY BACK TO SCREAMING THAT WRECKED ME AAAA!! I just can’t imagine how awful that would be, to live thirty years and then be taken back in time all the way back to the start of the whole thing;; but now Jeremy can try to prevent the whole blind thing, yeah? (Maybe instead Jeremy ends up going blind :0)

STOP KILLING MICHAEL I say as I continue to kill Michael in multiple of my AUs haha–//shot

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!! You guys are awesome continuing to shower me with fics and beautiful art and giving me more ideas for this AU I AM TRULY. TRULY BLESSED.)

anonymous asked:

about the scene in 2x07.. so alec is insecure and wants to jump right into sex and I think he waits for the right moment and just pushed Magnus against the wall. But then I don't know what happens, I think maybe magnus will kiss back for a second but before he gets too into it he will push alec away and alec will be like don´t you want me and aaahhhh can't wait getting anxious

Look, there are two ways we can think of this situation. One is the way you’ve said above. But the other is to realise that Alec is a grown man, yes he’s inexperienced, but being inexperienced doesn’t mean that he’s unsure about his feelings. Being inexperienced doesn’t mean that he’s rushing into things. Being inexperienced doesn’t mean that Alec shouldn’t want to try things out with his boyfriend. Alec’s inexperienced is not a struggle, it’s not something that should be thought of negatively. Alec is confident in himself, and it is likely that he is confident in having sex with Magnus. 

We see m/f relationships were sex just happens and no one bats an eye about it, but all of a sudden because it’s m/m sex we are trying to justify it, and put a sense of blame. When in reality maybe Alec is just ready for it, maybe Alec does want to acquire a physical relationship with his beautiful man, maybe Alec finally feels happy in his skin to go ahead and be with Magnus. So yeah, if Alec does have sex, it’s not because his insecure, but because he’s found himself someone who he feels he’s willing to be with. 

Did I Stutter: chapter 1

Summary: Harry Potter AU. Natsu is the Hogwarts Tri-Wizard Champion. The underwater challenge left him with a slight stutter from being under for so long. And now it’s time for the Yule Ball. He’s the champion, he has to have a date. The only witch he could even consider asking is his best friend, and way out of his league.

Note: this fic revolves around Book 4: Goblet of Fire. I switched trial 1 and trial 2, you’ll see why.

“You’re the Hogwarts’ champion, if you can’t ask a girl to the ball, then I sure as hell can’t.”

Natsu groaned, some champion he was. He barely survived the first task. Who the heck thought it was a good idea to have an underwater challenge?!

“I’m j-just gonna a-ask someone as-as a friend,” Natsu finally got out. Unfortunately, the underwater task nearly left him mute. The Durmstrang champion tried to fight him to get to his ‘something precious’ first, causing his air bubble to burst. The other champion had made sure Natsu was stuck in the water, and if it wasn’t for Headmaster Makarov he would have drowned. But the length of time he was underwater damaged his vocal cords, leaving him with a maybe-permanent stutter.

“Who?” Slytherin chaser Gajeel asked.

“I know who he wants to ask,” his dorm mate Gray half sang as he joined Natsu and Gajeel at the table in the Great Hall for breakfast.

“No-no o-one,” Natsu cursed under his breath, but the other two ignored him.

“Who?” Gajeel asked again. Despite him being in the house of the snake, his best friends were in Gryffindor. They knew one another since diapers, a little house division wasn’t going to break them apart.

“Ravenclaw’s number one perfect prefect, Lucy Heartfilia,” Gray smirked right at the pink haired wizards face.

“I- I- no- no I-” Natsu couldn’t speak fast enough to stop them, or his blush.

“Lucy? Good luck with that, Salamander,” Gajeel snickered.

“Wh-why? She’s my fr-friend…”

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