probably will do more because look at his face

Quirks in BNHA are fucking wild

I really want to sit down and brainstorm about what the hell society is like? Because Mutation Quirks are a Thing, and you’ve got people running around who are all wildly differing in physicality.

Like the Pro Hero, Cementoss. He’s a fucking rectangle. He’s a block of cement with a face. That’s a person. That’s what he looks like. Tokoyami has a bird’s head

More then that, there’s the underlying question of ‘How do they work?’. Now, we all pretty much accept that there’s probably no real explanation and that’s okay, suspension of disbelief.

But Bakugou’s quirk is explained. He creates nitoglycerin in his palm-sweat and he can make that explode. This is because his mother’s quirk let her secrete glycerin (which is great for her skin), and his father had an oxidizing-sweat quirk. Bam, they combined, it’s explosive sweat. That makes some level of sense.

So if you can have a semi-plausible explanation for one quirk, what the fuck is Uraraka’s? Shoto’s? TOKOYAMI’S?!

Sero has fuckin’ cellophane tape dispensers for elbows in a universe where a man can send you to the moon with a single punch.

dangerous waters (m) | pkjm

fratboy!jimin smut
a sleazy fratboy thinks he could get any girl he wants, until he meets you
word count: 2774
genre: smut SMUT!! SMUT!! S MU T 
warning: sleazy jimin, dom!jimin, explicit language, oral

[a/n]: you’ve been warned!!! this is mature content read at own risk !! this is my FIRST smut EVER !! i apologize in advance if its super bad and super cringe like i have no idea wtf i was doing, i just wrote and props to ppl who write smut bc that shit is hard 

Originally posted by 9taefox

You had a huge biochemistry lab the next morning, a calculus test right after, and a literature lecture after bunch. Instead of studying for your classes and sleeping early, you were at some random fraternity party that your friend, Hoseok, dragged you to.

Parties weren’t ever really your scene. You were, a lack for a better term, a goody two shoes. You enjoyed staying in and reading. Cafes, libraries, and parks were your favorite places. You were an overall excellent student, almost top of the class with outstanding remarks. You studied whenever you had the chance to, it was the only way you were able to keep up with classes.

You weren’t completely cookie cutter though. Occasionally, you went to parties when workload was minimal and you didn’t despise frats/sororities. Some of your friends were in sororities and you usually went to their parties, not anyone you were unfamiliar with.

However, Hoseok begged you to join him at the campus’ most popular fraternity’s party. That specific frat had the cutest, hottest boys. They maintained the highest number of hook ups in one night and parties in one week. You avoided them at all cost because even though they were attractive, they were all assholes. 

Their parties were usually majority guys and a sprinkle of girls. You were extremely hesitant, but Hoseok wouldn’t stop messing up your lecture notes until you gave in.

“Geez, Hoseok. There are literally no girls here.” You whispered as you made your way to the kitchen. His laugh was barely audible over the heavy music they were playing. 

“They’re probably all upstairs..” He paused and pointed to the closed rooms. “In the rooms.” 

“That’s so gross.” You rolled your eyes and poured yourself a drink. Their fruit punch was spiked and you almost puked at the first sip. “This is gross.”

“Your tongue becomes numb after a few more sips.” Hoseok’s head darted towards the door. A small group of girls from the sorority down the street had entered. “Enjoy yourself, (Y/N).” He smirked before heading towards them.

“Hoseok—” It was too late. You lost your only friend to the crowd. Glancing around, you noticed that people were either drinking, smoking, or dancing. You weren’t really into any of that. You were regretting your decision of showing up.

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anonymous asked:

RFA + V reacts to an MC who looks a hell lot like Jumin!!!

a|n this is a very old ask request and i can’t stop laughing tho this is so crack im crying in laughter lmao thank u anon

RFA + MC who looks a lot like Jumin


  • he went bat shit crazy when he first saw you in front of his door step
  • he’s like, “What the fuck?” because why is Jumin Han in front of my door, cosplaying as a girl?? is this some kind of a prank just because he got injured??
  • you pursed your lips and huffed because zen that’s not really a very nice thing to say to a guest
  • “If you don’t want me here, I can lea-”
  • he is so sh0okt
  • and maybe a bit relieved
  • because ok you sound really like a real girl but ur face and overall initial features were so much alike with Jumin he’s just
  • w o w how even
  • he would often ask u, “Are you sure you’re not related to that trust fund jerk?”
  • and he would cringe whenever u look at him bemused with his questions
  • because its like jumin is staring straight @ his soul
  • though he loves u so much?? but hes just really bothered that u look a lot like him
  • sometimes he would scream while waking up because he forgot that ur with him
  • and he’d think “Why are you here, you trust fund jerk?!”
  • and ur like lolzen its just me
  • “Oh, right. I’m sorry, babe.”
  • what even


  • ok she is initially bothered because
  • “Mr. Han?”
  • but when you said something that only the two of you talked about while PMing in the messenger
  • she sighed in relief
  • but is still initially bothered because w o w even your face looks so much like Jumin except that maybe you’ve got longer hair with the same color
  • one day she asked you 
  • “How are you related to Mr. Han, MC?”
  • and ur like uh no
  • idk why would i be related to him?
  • “Is he a distant relative of yours? Uhm, are you his … sister?”
  • jaehee what no
  • and sometimes she would forget that u were with her
  • because when she would pass by you sitting at the dining table she’d often have mini heart attacks
  • because you even eat like jumin w t f
  • and then she’d be relieved because right she’s with mc
  • one day though “Mr. Han has distant siblings.”
  • “No, Jaehee.”
  • “Oh, okay. I-I thought, sorry, you just resemble him so much.”
  • she loves you but when will Jumin stop haunting her
  • even inside her house she can see his f a c e


  • ok boi this is hella funny
  • the moment you arrived in front of his doors, even his body guards were so sh0okt of your appearance
  • one even stammered, “M-Mr. Han?” and they all elbowed each other because is Mr. Han really dressing up as woman lololol
  • and isnt he inside the house how come he’s out??
  • but then you’re like um no i actually came for him cue bothered coughs from them
  • one of his security led you to his bedroom door and knocked, announcing your arrival
  • and the moment Jumin opened the door, he immediately slammed it back to your face he was fucking sh0okt
  • wow jumin what a jerk move
  • he was so confused?? he’s like why is someone looking like me outside of my door and inside my house?? he was expecting mc not a look a like
  • he heaved a troubled sigh before opening the door again
  • “Luciel, I have no time for your games. Go home.” god 707 had already done so many things just to sneak inside his house to kidnap elly tbh
  • “No, Jumin, it’s me.”
  • and he was caught off guard because at least he knows Luciel can’t bend his voice to that extent
  • and he knew what you sound like
  • “MC?” he blinked, initially surprised because
  • w o w how is this even possible how do you look so much like him is this a way of the heavens telling him to procreate using his own genes wtf
  • and before everything he initially makes sure you weren’t, by any means, truly related to him because he can’t marry a family member now can he
  • he was very relieved when everything turned out negative
  • and he would often prance you around like he was so proud of you he’d brag about how beautiful you are and how he’s lucky to meet his match made in heaven
  • even his bodyguards are deeply bothered with the fact that you look so much like their boss
  • and they can’t imagine the moans and screams they often hear outside his bedroom and the faces that pops inside their minds are:
  • Mr. Han doing Mr. Han
  • oh my god
  • and everyone who saw you with him is like: “Is she your little sister?”
  • “No, she’s my wife.”
  • wow jumin you can’t marry yourself
  • even one Mr. Han is enough
  • but now, two???
  • juminception


  • okay why is jumin in front of my doorstep?? would his initial thought be
  • but then you’d tell him it’s you he’s really relieved because he knew your voice!!
  • he’d gush about how you look so much like jumin
  • he’d tell you if jumin was a girl he’s gonna look so much like you
  • and that you are very beautiful
  • and you cough at his statements because didn’t he just indirectly admit that jumin is hot??
  • still sometimes he’d stare at you for hours
  • probably thinking w ow how is this what on earth why do you look so much like jumin
  • the poor boi would probably bug u several times “How come you look so much like him? Are you sure you’re not his relative?”
  • and youre like no yoosung i don’t even know him personally like ever except of course inside the messenger
  • he’d have mini heart attacks because your resting face is very much identical to jumin’s it’s almost s c a r y
  • it’s like jumin was indirectly telling him to do good or he’ll fail later in life
  • and he’d be 10 times more pressured than he already is
  • poor bby


  • ok so seven
  • already knew this
  • that’s why he was not very surprised though the extent of his stalking skills went as far as your first pet when you were 5
  • he’d often tease you about how you look so much like jumin and he’d take snapshots of you and send it to the fellow members inside the chatroom
  • of course everyone is very sh0okt
  • “Why is Jumin dressed as a woman inside your house, Seven?”
  • and he’s like LOLOLOLOL no u guys this is mc
  • they’re like “WHAT?”
  • and you’re like “Yes, that me.”
  • wow how can this be how can u look so much like jumin did he have a secret sister or something
  • and seven’s like ‘that my girl’
  • you’d be trolling them with seven, cosplaying magical girls and animal sexy outfits as pranks and you’d be pranking jumin by sending some photos to his office
  • and this adds more fuel to the does jumin han is gay rumors
  • and to the chatroom
  • and everyone’s like “Okay that’s enough. We can’t take anymore of Jumin posing like that.”
  • and jumin’s like mc stop that don’t sink like him
  • and you’re like lololololol it’s fun
  • initially everyone just thinks you’re like the opposite of what jumin won’t dare to do
  • *high 5s seven


  • ok wow he is so precious he’d smile fondly while meeting you
  • because how can u look like his best bro
  • how come did this happen
  • was the world concealing something from him??
  • he’d be having an internal turmoil because jumin didn’t tell him anything about having a twin sister
  • and you’re like “No, we’re not really related, V.”
  • and he’s like o h
  • he’d be super embarrassed because how come u read his mind
  • was he that obvious??
  • still he’d love taking pictures of you
  • and he’s not the least crept out about how you look
  • he’s like you’re the most perfect canvas for him
  • but he also makes sure you’re not really related to jumin in anyway by doing background investigations about your origins
  • because what if, what if jumin was really like your brother or something
  • he’d feel bad if he just snagged you like that without asking jumin’s permission
  • he’d often take stolen shots of you because he wants to imprint your face in his life forever
  • you’d sometimes catch him smiling while looking at u
  • he’s pretty amused the entire time you’re with him
  • thank for putting a smile on his precious face
bts reacts: you sleep in his hoodie

anon asked:  can i request bts reactions to you sleeping in their hoodie because it smells like them? Thanks xx

note: i try to keep these gender neutral, so if i use a specific pronoun, let me know so i can change it! :) also, none of these gifs belong to me, all credit to their original ownerssss

yoongi:  i just imagine him coming home one night because he’d stayed late, walking with light footsteps and softly closing doors as he passes through them, as if not to wake you up, and then  he just sees you asleep, loosely tucked under thin sheets and wearing his hoodie, and he would just pause, hand lingering on the door frame and a fond smile on his face.

hoseok:  “y'know, sometimes i wonder why you even take so long to pick out pyjamas to wear my clothes to bed everyday.” he’d tease.

“yours is more comfortable than anything people sell anywhere- probably because of the millions of times it’s been through a softener, washer and drier cycle.” he’d laugh a little at that, turning over to face you.

“honestly, you can keep it. you wear it more than i do.”

namjoon: "i was thinking about something the other day.“

"when are you not thinking about something?” he’d give you a look out of the corner of his eye that just read, ‘good point.’

“i’d just realised why we only have to do half the amount of laundry that everyone else does- it’s because you literally own no pajamas.” he’d gesture to the oversized hoodie that hung loosely as you lay next to each other. “i have no problem with it- no problem with any aspect of it at all. just thought i’d let you know.”

seokjin: "so what you’re telling me is, when it’s other people’s clothes, it makes them a million times more comfortable?“

"i mean, not just anyone. but yours are.” with your head resting on his chest, you’d feel the rise and fall of every chuckle; every breath.

does it work reversed? maybe i should try wearing your clothes to sleep?”

“with those shoulders… not a chance.”

jungkook:  “hey ___, have you seen my- oh, never mind.” he’d sleepily walk into the room, rubbing at tired eyes and sitting next to you. you didn’t lift your eyes from the tattered novel in your hands, only yawned a little. 

“you can’t blame me- it smells nice.” you shrugged, not a trace of guilt there at all.

“___, it smells of me.”

“exactly. gotta love the smell of stale perspiration.” he’d game slightly and you’d laugh, nudging him gently to let him know that t was a joke. “i’m kidding, i’m kidding. you smell great, don’t you worry.”

jimin:  i just imagine him being all cute and blushy about it, with soft brushes at your arm every now and again, and little whispers telling you how much he liked seeing you in it met with gentle eye smiles, with evenings ending in intertwined hands, falling asleep on sofas and the synchronized sound of tired breathing.

taehyung: "y'know, i was wondering where that’d gone.“ he’d laugh softly, the sound tainted by the dodgy webcam quality and internet speed. "you really miss me that much?”

“what, did you expect me not to miss you? you’re making me sound like a bad person, you know. of course i miss you.”

“you miss me that much?”

“yes, tae. of course i do.” his face would visibly light up a bit, a smile upturning the corners of his lips as he gently whispered, just quiet enough for you to hear, ‘that’s good to know.’

this blog was a mess but so am i so it’s all fine, i hope this was okay for you, anon! :)

here’s my masterlist, just in case you liked this, and moodboard requests are open cause i just really like making those and it makes me feel like i’m doing something productive when i have writers block :))

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thanks for reading!

- tash 💕


Bellarke Modern AU: Professors // Everyone at Ark U knows about the infamous rivalry between the History and Art History departments… or, more specifically, between Professor Blake and Professor Griffin.

“Hey, numbskull.

“Numbskull?” Bellamy– Professor Blake– looks up from his grading with that ever-present smirk on his too-handsome face. 

Of all the things Clarke would list as to why her rivalry with Professor Blake started, being potentially usurped as the hottest teacher on campus (because Raven was technically only there for a semester) is probably towards the bottom.

But she can’t deny it’s there all the same.

“That’s a new one on me, Princess.”

“It’s Professor, thanks,” she says through gritted teeth. Not because she can’t stand him, but because she’s far too close already to letting a smile slip. “What the hell is your problem?”

“What’s my problem? You’re the one who started in on the name-calling.”

“I mean the way you completely disrupted my class today.”

“Oh, that.” He shrugs. “If you’d been getting the pronunciation right, I wouldn’t have felt like I needed to step in for the sake of your students. Besides,” he adds, coming around his desk to lean against the front of it. In his tiny office, it puts them a little too close for comfort. Or maybe she’s too comfortable, and that’s what the problem. Either way– “You’re cute when you get all riled up.”

“What–” She sputters, caught off guard. “That is– highly inappropriate, Blake. You don’t see me going around telling you how attractive you are just so I can–”

“You think I’m attractive?”

Clarke narrows her eyes. “That’s not the point.”

Blake lifts a singular, sardonic brow. “Maybe we should make it the point.”

“In the middle of– I’m trying to argue with you, here!”

“Yeah, okay.” His smirk becomes more like an actual smile than she’s ever seen. “We can circle back around to my point another time. Say… Friday night?”

Clarke bites her lip. “Well, if you happened to show up to the same restaurant where I was having dinner, I guess I wouldn’t get up and leave…”

“Awesome.” His smile widens. “It’s a date.”

Richie’s hair (part 3)

To celebrate 1.5k of you beautiful people, I present to you part 3 of my most requested Headcanons

Sorry for typos, I’ll add links soon

- the losers use the fact that touching Richie’s hair calms him down more than they probably should

- considering the fact they’re 17, he has a boyfriend and touching his hair is pretty much a kink now

- he can’t help it, it just feels so damn good

- ‘It feels better than sex Eddie, you don’t understand’

- however the losers don’t know this, they just think it’s like petting a dog on that one spot they like the most

- and Richie can’t protest because he can’t find his words if someone touches his hair

- one particular movie night Richie’s ADHD was pretty bad and ended up with moving around so much that everyone had to either 'beep beep’ him or touch his hair

- So Eddie decided enough was enough, they need to understand d what they’re actually doing to his boyfriend

- so when Richie goes to get more blankets, Eddie stands in the middle of the room and explains it to them

- 'Okay everyone we need to chill with touching Richie’s hair, okay?’

- 'Why, we aren’t trying to steal him from you?’

- 'No, Stan, I know you’re not but it’s just awkward to explain’

- so Eddie eventually explains that they’re pretty much turning Richie on when they’re touching his hair and that having his hair touched is a massive kink for him

- 'Well shit’ - Stan

- they still do it in desperate times and it’s mainly Bev and Eddie who do

- They also now understand why Eddie touches Richie’s hair when they kiss

- And now the losers pick on them about it if they ever see Eddie’s hand anywhere near Richie’s hair

- Like one day they were watching a movie and Georgie decided to join them for it

- Richie and Eddie sat on the sofa with Richie slightly slumped down it with his face pressed against Eddie neck

- like half way through the movie Stan looked over to see Eddie’s hand in Richies dark curls

- he instantly gasps super loud, grabbing Georgie to cover his eyes

- 'Guys ! There’s are children’

- Bill looks up to see what’s happening because why is his boyfriend yelling

- Stan covers Bill’s eyes too

- 'CHILDREN, EDDIE!! How could you taint these innocent minds’

- Richie is too tired to reply, so Eddie does it for him

- 'We all know Bill isn’t innocent Stan’

- Both Stan and Bill go red at that

- another time is when they’re sitting in a restaurant, just getting milkshakes like they do everyday Wednesday

- it’s like a celebration that they got through half the week

- Richie is so exhausted from school that he puts his head face don’t on the table

- Eddie comforts his dramatic boyfriend by placing a hand on his head and ruffling his hair

- they’re rudely interrupted by Bev

- 'Isn’t that like having sex with him in public, though? You guys really shouldn’t do that, ya nasties’

- Eddie just keeps looking at Richie with a red face

- Richie says something but it’s muffled by the table, it was probably an insult

- 'What was that?’

- 'I said Eddie’s mums a nasty’

- 'Ah I thought so…yanno, why do I even date you?!’

- it’s safe to say that there was not more hair-touching that evening

- However the losers also let them have their moments as they watch in awe because let’s face it, they’re adorable

- one day they were meeting up outside school when it finished to go to Bills for their Friday sleepover

- Richie was visibly tired and just done with that day

- he walked up in front of eddie, wrapped his arms around his waist and put his head on Eddie’s shoulder

- the losers watched in concern as their usual happy jokey Richie was obviously not okay

- Eddie placed one hand on Richie’s arm and the other in his hair, knowing just what to do to take his mind off whatever he was thinking about

- 'You good?’

- Eddie only got a muffled 'mhm’ and a nod as a reply

- he looked up to see all the losers watching them and turned red

- another time was at Bill’s house, it was the morning after a sleepover

- Eddie and Richie though they were the only ones awake so naturally they decide cuddling until the losers wake up is the best option

- and cuddling always involves Eddie playing with Richie’s hair

- which ends with Richie become pretty much a noodle whilst laying Eddie

- however they didn’t know that Bev has low-key been watching them the whole time

- she even snaps a photo with her polaroid camera

- she slowly wakes the rest of the losers to appreciate the adorable scene with her

- however she uncovers another cute scene when she realised that Stan and Bill were also cuddling but whilst sleeping

- (she’s used to them doing this because Stan and Bill are the designated cuddlers of the group)

- In their usually position with Bill becoming an octopus and Stan putting a leg over Bills waist and arms around Bill’s neck

- she takes a photo of that too

- all in all there’s an equal amount of teasing and appreciation when it comes to Eddie and Richie

Add more because I know you want too xo

Is this real?

Simon gets the surprise of his life when his roommate, Baz, asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend. Everything is going according to plan until the line of what’s real and what isn’t starts to blur, and they both have to make a decision.

For @snowbaz-feda

Also many thanks to @eroticgropefest for the beta!!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7]

Part 1 - We have a deal


It’s late, and I’m trying to do my homework when Baz starts staring at me from his bed. I try to ignore it, but after a full minute I look up at him.

“Look Snow…” he starts the moment our eyes meet “I need to ask you something.” The way he’s looking at me, like he’s nervous, makes me start fidgeting in my seat. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like this.

“I need you to date me” he says with a more determined expression now, ”I’ll give you whatever you want, money is not a problem, I’m desperate, Snow.”

I drop my pencil. Has he been smoking? ”Uh…what?” I give him a strange look. ”Are you feeling alright Baz?”

He takes a deep breath before saying, “For Crowley’s sake, I’m serious.”

He’s serious. I can see it in his face, so I start laughing because this is ridiculous. What could possibly make him ask me this? He really must be desperate.

“Stop laughing.” Baz says, looking really annoyed.

“You can’t possibly think that I’m gonna fall for that.” He’s serious, but he’s probably plotting something against me. If he just needed someone to date I know he could find someone more than happy to do it.

“Look…I have my reasons. Will you do it or not?”

“You hate me, how could anyone believe this?”

“Oh, they will, not everyone is as thick as you are. Besides, you keep crying about how broke you are, so I’m offering you a way to get money for college.”

He’s an ass, why does he always have to talk like he’s insulting me? The thing is, I do need the money. I want to go to college and share a flat with Penny, but to be able to afford it, I would need to find one, or even two, jobs.

“Say we do this…how much will you give me?”

He looks at me like we’re playing a game and he’s calculating his next move. “I’ll pay you a whole year of college.“

What he’s offering is quite a lot of money, but at the same time, he’s loaded. How desperate is he for me to accept this? “Two years of college.”

“Don’t push it, Snow.”

“Then, no. I don’t accept it” I say simply, and start to stand up.

“Wait. Sit down.” He tells me, so I sit down in my own bed, staring at him “Final offer then. I will pay your whole college if you pretend to be my boyfriend for our remaining year at Watford.”

I know that I’m about to make a deal with the devil, but this is too good to say no. “Fine, we have a deal.”

“No one, including Penny, can know that this isn’t real, got it?” He adds.

“Got it.” I tell him, and he fucking smirks, the bastard. I’m so going to regret this.

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It’s a [Tinder] Date!

Summary: Natasha convinces Steve to get Tinder. In Queens, Peter does the same to you. 

Word Count: 6,442

Warnings: None.

A/N: I’m re-posting this one because I love it and yeah, hope you guys enjoy it!

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

Nat raised a brow, a mysterious curve to her smile. Steve was immediately suspicious. He felt his shoulders stiffen and his back straighten. He knew he looked like he had a stick up his ass, but he couldn’t help himself. Not when Natasha looked like the cat that had eaten the canary, and wanted to get caught.

“You left your phone on the coffee table,” she said. Her tone was relaxed, which made Steve more nervous.

His eyes narrowed. “What did you do, Romanoff?” he questioned, broad arms crossing over an equally-broad chest.

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Forsythe - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

Can I please have a Jughead fic where Y/n (confident, tough girl) is being playful and making fun of Jugheads real name when they’re at her house and he starts a tickle fight out of revenge being 100% done with her shit, despite thinking it’s adorable.

Anonymous said:

Fluffy & cute af Jughead imagine where you two have always been best friends and jug has been trying to hide the fact that he’s in love with you until he finally confesses his feelings and so you admit you feel the same way 😊 Love your writing btw x

Originally posted by squintlovely

I couldn’t help but combine these two ideas! I hope you’re both okay with this and I’m sorry it’s so short!!!

“What does that even mean?” You asked while grabbing your phone. Jughead spun around in your desk chair to look at you. You were sitting on your bedroom floor still giggling over  how his dad used his full name when she picked him up to come over.. “It doesn’t matter, Y/N, just drop it,” he said turning back to type away at his novel. You let out another adorable giggle that, even though you couldn’t see it, made Jughead smile. “Forsythe Pendleton, it sounds almost royal,” you let out a fake gasp, “Are you a long lost prince?” Jughead turned to look at you while trying to suppress a smile, “Wouldn’t that be interesting, me as a prince.” You let out a laugh, “You don’t have the manners!” He gave you a smile and you typed on your phone.

“According to, you are suppose to be kind, hospitable, and friendly,” you let out another laugh. He just rolled his eyes while he looked at his computer screen. The original plan for when he came over to your place was to have you proofread the drafts of his novels. He didn’t bring this up of course, but Jughead also wanted to tell you about how he truly felt about you, his best friend. He had been harboring feelings for you since the 6th grade, and after around four years of hiding, he finally felt confident enough to tell you. Those plans were soon scrapped when you heard his real name. He didn’t mind the teasing, not really, he just had other things on his mind. “I wonder what Pendleton means,” you voice broke him from his thoughts. “Oh this one suits you,” you said getting up to show him the results. You leaned over him, your arm over his shoulders to hold your phone in front of his face.

“You express yourself and your ideas through writings or other forms of art. While you are expressive, you like to keep your feelings to yourself,” you read the first few sentences out loud but Jughead wasn’t listening. He had stopped typing, marveling in your closeness and not hearing a single word. “Sounds like you,” you added and you turned to face him, but only to find his gaze on you. “Uh yeah, sounds like me,” he said quickly, looking back to his computer screen. You walked to your bed and sat against the wall, shutting off your phone. “When you’re done with that chapter, I can read through it.” He nodded and you picked at your nails, somewhat bored. Jughead’s finger were typing so fast, he thought maybe he’d have a cramp. He just wanted to hear you talk again. An idea crawled into his brain and he smiled, “So are you done making fun of my name?” You let out a laugh from where you were seated. “Oh honey, I’ve just started!” He smiled at his screen and listened while you described how a guy with his name should act and how he was the total opposite. “Like I said before, maybe you’re a rich prince,” you paused, smiling widely, “if that’s the case, we should go out sometime.” Jughead fumbled in his typing and hot blushed rose to his cheeks. He thanked God that you couldn’t see the blush, but you must’ve noticed his fingers because you started laughing again. To his surprise you didn’t downplay your proposal with a “I was just kidding, Jug.” No, you didn’t say anything of the sort and a sense of hope flooded over him. He added the finishing touches to his chapter and turned to face you.

“And Jughead Jones the third,” you let out a chuckle, “more like Jughead Jones the turd.” You started laughing, but Jughead couldn’t take it anymore. “That’s it,” he said, standing and darting over to your bed. He leaned over you and proceeded to tickle you. You laughed and screamed, causing Jughead to smile wickedly. “You’re so mean Y/N,” he said, still tickling you, “but not like mean mean, but like annoying five year-old type mean.” This caused you to laugh more, making Jughead laugh as well and loosen up on his tickle attack. You took that to your advantage, grabbing his arms and pulling him down to the bed, where you pinned him.

“You tickle me for revenge, Jones, you get put in time out. Who’s the five year-old now?” He laughed fro underneath you, causing you to smile down at him. “I remember when you were five, Y/N, you haven’t changed a bit.” You raised your eyebrow at him, “Really now, would a five year old have such good taste in choosing you as their best friend?” He stared up at you, taking in your stunning features. “Probably not, kids don’t tend to like me,” he whispered and you smiled down at him. He sat up suddenly, face to face with you as you were straddling his thighs to pin him. “But you like me,” he said, feeling his gut tighten with nerves, “and I was wondering if there was a chance that you,” his confidence wavered as he spoke. “I like you Y/N, more than as a friend.” You looked at him, peering into his green eyes before speaking. “You’re lucky you’re probably a long lost prince,” you said with a smile, “so about that date.” Jughead just smiled at you as you rattled off all of the outlandish things you wanted to do on your first date, that he could afford because of his royal family riches.

He just listened until he couldn’t help himself any longer and pressed a kiss to your cheek. His hand lingered on the other side of your face as he pulled away, using his thumb to stroke your cheek bone.  Your expression suddenly grew serious, “Jug, are you sure you want this? I know I’m a handful sometimes and I don’t want you to leave.” His eyebrows knitted together in concern, and he held your face in his hands. “I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N, even though you a total pain in the ass.” You laughed and so did he, but he wanted to you to believe him. He carefully moved in a pressed a soft and short kiss to your lips. “You’re lucky I’m a long lost prince with the patience of a saint.” You let out a loud laugh, “Sure, whatever Forsythe.”


pairing: Ivar x Reader

fandom: vikings

warnings: spanking, choking

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk @ivarthebonelessx (I got your back here, don’t you worry)

Warm sunlight tickled your skin. The rays of sunshine were all over your body, bathing it in a golden light that almost made you look like a statue, lying on the ground with the green grass which provided an enjoyable cold contrast.
This was one of your favourite spots, away from everyone. The wind made a nice howling sound as it blew past the hills and through the small valley further down. You could see the sea from up here and often got lost in the movements of the waves for hours.
It was so easy to forget time up here, though not today. Dark thoughts clouded your mind and it was hard to concentrate on all the beauty around you.

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Project: Scrapbook — Horrificator (Part Two)

Project: Scrapbook Masterpost (tbp)

Comic By: @daughterofthestars08 (lineart) & @artgraveyard (lineart and color) & @chalala-chan (color)

Written By: @purr-cat-stinate & @mimosaeyes

Beta’d By: @miraculousandcute & @emeralddrop

Summary: N/A

Words: 699

The director sighed once the girl had scampered off, watching as everyone was currently trying to shoo the perfume bombed air out of the window, and muttered something about this being the path to his death. Adrien lingered nearby, politely waving Juleka off as she went in to put another layer of powder on his face.

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Tree Bros Oneshot

Word count: 1683
Connor and Evan are hanging out with weed and beer and Evan is a lightweight and a very talkative drunk. (Gay)
TW: smoking, weed, alcohol, mentions of depression, anxiety

“I want to get high. Or drunk. Or both” Evan stated bluntly. Him and his friend, Connor were sitting in Connor’s bed, watching tv.


“You know how life fucking sucks? Like really fucking sucks with school and anxiety and depression and all that, well it’s being shittier than usual right now and you use weed or alcohol to take the edge off when life is being a bitch, and life is being a bitch so I want something to repress it for a couple hours. It’s ok if you don’t want to give me anything because they’re yours and not mine but I was just wondering and you know what, you don’t have to give me anything, it’s fine I’ll live without it. Sorry for even asking.”

“No dude it’s fine. I got you.” He said as he got up from his spot on his bed. He crossed the room to his closet and shuffled through some clothes and boxes until he found what he needed. He pulled a joint, a black lighter, and two bottles of beer. He lit the joint and handed it to Evan along with one of the beers. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Evan grabbed it gingerly and brought it to his mouth. He breathed in and started coughing immediately.

“That’s normal, you’ll cough for the first couple hits. Then you’ll hopefully get used to it. ”

“Ok.” Silence. “I feel edgy like I’m doing bad things without my mom’s knowledge. Do you always feel like a rebel ‘cause this is cool. We should go rob a bank or steal an old lady’s purse. Something like that!” Evan exclaimed.

“I think someone’s getting too edgy, do I need to take that away from you?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong.”


“You didn’t do anything, if fine!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m 147% sure. Now can you pass the joint?” Evan handed over silently. The two boys sat and drank and smoked and just talked and laughed until everything was gone. Evan was wasted after the one beer and half a joint because he is such lightweight, while Connor was barely tipsy. Evan was giggling in Connor’s bed over how funny the wall looked. 'Damn he looks cute,’ Connor thought.

“Hey Ev, I’m going to the bathroom I’ll be right back. Don’t leave this room, ok?” Evan, who was now laughing uncontrollably, managed to say an ok through his hysteria.

Connor was only gone for two minutes, at the most, but when he came back Evan was sitting on the bed, a different person, as he was yelling at the taller boy.

“AH! Who are you? Get out of my room!” He pointed

“Ev, I’m Connor, and this is my room.” He said slowly crossing over to Evan, trying to assure him that he was ok, but also getting kind of annoyed because this could potentially be a big problem.

“This isn’t your room you’re a liar!”

“What the fuck Evan, it’s Connor. I was gone for two minutes how’d you forget?” Connor was now standing at the edge of the bed next to Evan, who was sitting as far back from Connor as he could.

“You’re not Connor you imposter! But woah. You sorta look like him.” Evan crawled up to the edge of the bed and cradled his hands around the other boy’s face, feeling the features.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching you.”


“Because you look like my friend Connor.”

“Oh do I now?” Connor asked, now playing along with Evan’s drunken state.

“Ya, but you’re not as cute as him.”

Connor blushed, “he’s not that cute.”

“Oh but he is! His hair is long and beautiful and so soft, I could run my hands through it all day. And when he has it up in a bun it’s gorgeous and it makes his face look even better, and his face, oh his face. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does, there crinkles around his mouth that make his smile ten million times more beautiful. He also has the most amazing eyes. The most beautiful things in the world. I could stare into them for hours but I can’t because he’ll think I’m weird. But they’re a pale blue, kinda like the color of faded jeans or the sky, and the right one has a spot of brown in the corner. I don’t think he likes it because whenever it’s brought up he gets a little mad, like he never wanted because it makes him the 'kid with the weird eye’, but I think it makes him different and unique and beautiful.”

“What else do you like about him?” Conner egged Evan’s drunken rambling on to see what else he’d say about him.

“Connor Murphy is nice, and he’s getting better and further away from mean secluded Connor, but nobody cares to see that in him, but they still think of him as old Connor and that makes me mad. I just want Connor to be happy because of all the shit he’s been through, he deserves it. And Connor is also really funny too! His jokes make me laughs hard, that one time milk shot out of my nose. It really hurt, but it was a really good joke. I think it was about Jared. He’s so amazing and he deserves all the love in the world and I love him so much, since the day I met him I felt something for him, but he’ll never reciprocate my affections because he’s probably straight, and even if he liked boys there are better ones than me, so it’s pointless but I can’t let go of it. Just don’t tell him that I said all this because he might get mad and not want to hang out with me anymore or be my best friend and I don’t want that so I’m just going to keep quiet.”

Connor was flabbergasted. Evan, his crush since forever, his unrequited love, just drunkenly admitted his feelings about him. Connor was blushing so hard, he probably looked like a tomato. “You really do like him huh?”

“More than anything.”

Connor blushed harder than ever, and was probably brighter than a tomato. “Wow. I think he likes you too.”

“Really! You think?! No way, you’re lying.”

“He told me.”

“Holy shit.” Evan’s face glowing with his beautiful, radiant, signature Evan Hansen smile. He couldn’t believe it. “Hey, I’m tired, I’m gonna go to bed.” Evan laid down on the bed and instantly feel asleep.

“Holy fuck.” Connor muttered to himself. Evan talks a lot while drunk, but damn, he just admitted his love for Connor freaking Murphy of all people. He looked over at the boy in his bed, his eyes closed and he looked peaceful and adorable. He just wanted to hold him and protect him. Connor put a blanket over Evan’s body and crawled into the spot next to him, but leaving space between them, and fell asleep, smiling.

The next morning, Evan awoke with a pounding headache, reeking of weed, and no recollection of anything after he started drinking and smoking. It took him a minute to realize where he was, in Connor’s room, in Connor’s bed, with his arms around Connor. Shit. Did they sleep together? No, they both still had on their clothes. But Evan was holding a sleeping Connor in his arms. What is he suppose to do, take his arms away, and wake up Connor and have to explain that he had his arms around Connor, or does he stay and have to explain why he was holding the other. Evan decided that he’d do neither and pretend to fall back asleep and deal with it later. He was a minute deep into his plan when he sneezed and woke up the boy in his arms.

“Sorry,” Evan squeaked, unwrapping his arms from the other.

“About what, I just woke up.”

“For waking you and having my arms around you I didn’t even know I did it I woke up like that a-”



“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”



“110% sure.”

“Thank you, also, sorry to ask, what happened last night, I don’t remember anything.”

“Don’t apologize, but you don’t remember anything?”

“Nothing, the last thing I remember is taking a hit.”


“Yes! Did I do something terrible? Please tell me! From what it looks like I did something bad, please tell me I didn’t do anything bad. ”

“No, you just talked a lot.”

“Oh god, sorry if I said anything embarrassing.”

“No, you just went on and on about how beautiful I was.”

“Did I? That’s embarrassing! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I don’t like like you in a gay way because you’re not my type or anything but I’m not saying that I don’t like you, I like you but not that way.”

Connor was kind of hurt that Evan was denying everything he said. “You said you loved me last night.“

Evan started to panic, but tried his best to not show it. He couldn’t believe he did that. Evan decided he’d never get wasted again. “I didn’t mean it I swear I didn’t I was just out of it. Please don’t hate me.”

“You seemed pretty sure last night. Talking about how beautiful my eyes were and how much you loved my personality while you were holding my face. To me it seemed pretty legit.” Connor tried to see if Evan was was truthful in his drunken moments or not, hoping that Evan really did love him.

"Fuck. I’m sorry. I do really like you a lot and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I understand if you hate me now and want me to leave I should go r-” Connor smashed their lips together. Evan was so shocked, he forgot to kiss back.

“I love you too Ev.” Connor said after they parted.

Evan was a blushing mess, “Can we do that again?” Connor nodded and connected them again.

muldertorture  asked:

So I saw you reblog that what if post and I would like to know what /your/ Erik would look like sans deformity?

(In regards to this lovely piece of art by @toastysalt )

Probably exactly how he looks the way I draw him with his mask on. I can’t get away from the Peter Cushing gauntness–I think it just works for his character. I always pictured Erik being very Paganini-esque (if you haven’t read about Paganini, please do so immediately because he was a gift. Not only was he a virtuoso and composed pieces that are virtually impossible to play, but audiences adored him. He was super creepy and willowy and was pretty thrilled when all of his teeth fell out because it made his already skeletal face look even more skull-like, which made it easier for him to traumatize his audiences. Rumor was that he sold his soul to the devil for his talent, which he totally played up by dressing in black and moving around the stage like a reanimated corpse. People both wanted to stay as far away as possible from him and boink him. A true OG–Original Goth.)

I also think Erik would be just as snarky but he’d certainly have an easier laugh. 

My Puppy | 2

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Chapters [1]

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader-First Person View

Word Count: 6,488

Genre & Warnings: SMUT, fluff, a small bit of angst, pet play. Ass play, cum play, lots of play play lol. 

Notes: Did you catch the foreshadowing? Did ya, Did ya?? There is one more chapter left in the first part of My Puppy. There is going to be a second and third part, both three chapters long. Here’s a big hint for the upcoming second part. The next part is titled “My Puppy: Kitten Addition”

It’s been a very, very long week. 

I’d been buried with work because of my latest case, a set of sisters fighting over what to do with their deceased father’s business. One wanted to keep it in the family, while the other wanted to sell it off and be done with it. It was starting to feel more like I was their nanny than their lawyer. Worse still, one of the sisters, Stacy, the one that wanted to sell off the businesses, had taken to hanging out around the office. She claimed it made her feel safer because she thought her sister was going to send people to “make her change her mind.” The fact that she never took her eyes off of the three Princes made that claim false as fuck.

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farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, 3.1k, post-ragnarok fic, look at me in your lighthearted movies writing angsty whump fic. note that I stole a few things in this fic (with permission!) from @portraitoftheoddity​ so give her some love. also cw for torture, I told you it was angsty whump fic

“I have a feeling it will all work out,” Thor said, and the moment he did Loki knew that it absolutely, absolutely would not.

As usual, at least on these matters, he was right.

He felt the shadow before he registered what cast it. “What in the Nine is that,” Thor said, and Loki turned his head, looking up at the ship looming huge and dark over them. There was no particular sign of its allegiance, or its owner, but Loki’s stomach sank and his eyes widened, panic fluttering in his throat. He knew.

“That,” he said, and his voice came out sounding like little more than a croak, “is the beginning of the avalanche.”

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Headcanons: Road Trip with The Egos

Requested? Yes! Anon requests: I’m currently on vacation and I can’t stop thinking/laughing about taking all the egos with me. So, do you mind doing HCs on taking the egos with you on a road trip? :)

Fandom: Teamiplier (Mark), Jacksepticeye

Pairing: The Egos x Reader

Warnings: i don’t think there are any ((:

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You’re A Virgin? -Tyler Seguin

Holy shit you guys it’s been a while and I’m so sorry. I hope there won’t ever be that big of a gap ever again.

Anonymous: -Tyler Seguin smut pls!! Could it be about it being your first time?

Requested: Yes | No

Word Count: 5928 

Warnings: smut, swearing, quick mention of blood, virginity


When I moved to Dallas three years ago, the last thing that I had expected was to run into the apparent resident fuckboy and hockey superstar, Tyler Seguin. If you would tell me that I’d be losing my virginity to him, and he’d be my boyfriend, well, I’d laugh in your face.

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jimin scenario | there’s a you-shaped dent on my couch

Originally posted by samwol

➸ prompt: We fell asleep together on the couch by mistake

pairing: jimin x reader

➸ requested by @miss-niliria | 1k words | fluff

There’s a you-shaped dent on Jimin’s couch. You come over to his house so often that the couch has hugged itself around your curves and now holds your form when you leave.

Not that Jimin minds. In fact, he’s happy that you come over most evenings, glad of your company as you watch your favourite TV shows, play video games, or just talk.

It’s the same again this evening - you’re by his side with a bowl of popcorn on your lap and a smile on your lips. Jimin’s heart is floating to the ceiling, high on your heat as you reach a hand out during the add break, and latch your fingers to his jumper.

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Elijah Mikaelson imagine: Not Important (Part one)


Part 2

Summary: Reader and Elijah are in love, but reader pushes him away, because she is afraid she is not important to him and he would always choose his family over her

Word count: 1390

Originally posted by onlygodcanjudgeme-sh

I sighed as I walked trough the gate of Mikaelsons’ maison. As much as I had tried to keep away from that place, somehow I had always ended up there. 

“Look who is finally here,” I rolled my eyes at the sight of Klaus standing in front of me with his hands behind his back and a playful smile playing on his lips.

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Vanilla #9

Keith found his pants, he had yet to retrieve a shirt from his room and didn’t dare to go into Lances room. Lance. Why was he so angry? He had consented, twice. Keith growled slightly.

“Keith?” The red paladin turned to the doorway of the lounge room and scowled.

“Lance.” It was more of an acknowledgement than a greeting and Lance flinched at the harsh word.

“We need to talk.” His voice was quiet, hardly more than a mumble but Keith still heard him.

“We need to talk?” Keith shot daggers at Lance “we need to talk?!” He stood up and Lance turned and took a step back. “Of course we need to fucking talk!” The omega turned his head in submission, whining slightly under the scolding of the alpha. Keith’s eyes widened slightly and he could feel it pull at his heart strings. No. Stop. It’s because you’re an alpha. He knew Lance wasn’t doing it on purpose. “Lance.” He sighed and took a step towards his friend, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder, this time he didn’t pull away. Progress.

“I’m sorry.” Lance looked back at Keith. “I’m sorry for blaming you.”

“Hm.” Keith grunted. “I appreciate the apology, but it’s going to take a lot more than an ‘I’m sorry’ to make up for hunk and Shiro bolting around the castle trying to catch me in my underwear.” This demanded a smile from Lance and Keith smiled in turn. They walked over to the couch that Keith had been sitting on and they sat down, looking to each other. The red paladin could see his friend wriggling uncomfortably and pitied him. Every alpha instinct told him to carefully undress the omega and help him, every instinct demanded he relive that morning. No, he quieted his urges, it’s too soon, your lucky if Lance ever even high fives you again. Keith knew he should be mad. He wanted to be mad. He wanted to yell at Lance and ask why it was all on him when Lance was just as much a part of everything as he was. He didn’t. “Lance…” there was caution in his voice. “Are you ok?” Lance looked up to his friend held the state for a second, then shrugged, letting his gaze fall back down.

“I just…” he sighed “I haven’t done that in such a long time.” He hugged his stomach nervously “I’ve been on suppressants, I’ve had such little libido for like, 4 years.” There was something in his face that was unreadable, but that didn’t stop Keith from trying. “And it’s back and, regrettably, in full force.” He looked to Keith with a look of desperation. “It’s terrible, I saw a banana the other day and wanted to cry.” Keith suppressed a laugh but couldn’t stop himself from smiling and exhaling through his nose slightly quicker than usual. “Sto-hop” Lance laughed slightly through his word, a smirk finding his lips. “It’s just awful!” He pushed himself further back on the couch. “And, warning I’m about to get real up close and personal, nothing I do to myself helps at all! I just get more uncomfortable and I can’t-” he stopped himself, looking to Keith who had a slight blush on his face. “I can’t… yknow.” Keith shook his head slightly in confusion and Lances face flushed with pink. “…finish.” There was a sigh. “I mean I can but it just hurts. It makes me sore all over.” Lance was getting sad. “And clothes, don’t get me started on clothes!” He threw his hands up in an exasperated manner.

“It’s ok, you’ll get through it, it’s probably just because you haven’t gone through a heat in like, what did you say? 4 years.” Keith surprised himself “Jesus dude that’s a long time.” Lance nodded. “It’s just so built up it’s coming back strong.” Keith placed a hand on Lances back and Lance leaned into the touch slightly.

“It’s weird, I forgot how strong your imagination is when you’re in heat.” Lance was avoiding eye contact, not intentionally, but he definitely was. “Every time anything touches me it’s pain and discomfort, even when I touch myself.” He sat up straight, realizing almost instantly how the words sounded. “Wait no! Not like that!” He fumbled over his words, blushing and trying to justify them to Keith who sat with a monotonous blush on his face. “I didn’t mean…” he sighed and slouched again. “What I’m trying to say is… other people don’t hurt or make me sweaty.” There was a longing look in his eyes. “Any touch, even just a hand on my back” he looked to Keith intently. “It makes me less uncomfortable.” Keith instantly brought Lance into a hug and Lance yelped, there was a moment of comfortable silence before a muffled word was let into Keith’s chest . “Fangz.”


Lance pushed his head up to Keith. “Thanks.” He corrected, letting his head find a groove between his arm and his side, Keith smiled.

“I’ve never been in heat, I’m an alpha, that’s not a thing I get.” He let his fingers find Lances hair and the boy, unintentionally, started purring in content. “But we have ruts, it doesn’t make us uncomfortable but we get…” he found an awkward word, but supposed it was better than the rest. “Aroused, much easier.” Keith sighed, letting his hand bring Lances face up to look at him. “An omega in heat just, elevates that even more.” Lance blinked slowly “so I’m sorry, I came into your room and I think even if you HAD said no… I’m afraid I might’ve… and then it’d’ve…” he shook the thought of what could’ve happened out of his head.

Lance put a hand up to Keith’s head and started brushing bangs out of his face, “no… don’t think like that.” He knew his affection was driven from his instincts, he knew Keith knew, so he continued to show love.

“I’m just… really sorry.” Keith sighed.

“Me too.” Lance smiled at the alpha, it was forced. “I know that we won’t be friends like we were before.” He cooed, like he had more to say but couldn’t find the words.

There was a moment of silence before Keith’s voice rang through the air steadily. “Do we want to be like we were before?” Lances heart dropped.

“I don’t know.” He didn’t know, that was the undying truth. He truly didn’t know. “We shouldn’t decide until we’re both… good.” Lance sat up, suddenly not wanting to be by Keith. He heard a sigh of loneliness from the red paladin.

“You’re probably right.” Lance stood up to leave, he needed time with anyone other than Keith, he wasn’t mad at Keith but he needed to not be distracted.

The blue paladin paused at the door “Keith?”


“Your shirt is in my room, feel free to grab it whenever.” He left when Keith didn’t respond and went wandering.

Shiro had spent some alone time in his room, he needed to think about the whole situation and get his thoughts straight but they were anything but straight. Lance and Keith, he groaned, his Alpha making him imagine the situation. “Ugh.” He put his hand up to his face, wiping it in exhaust. And fell back onto his bed. He sat there for a couple of minutes before standing up and going out to socialize. If he were left alone for any longer he’d be driven insane.

“Oh! Hi Lance!” Lance had just closed the door to the lounge and Shiro waved, his heart excited to see the paladin. He inhaled deeply and the sweet smell of vanilla was still there. He fought back instincts to hug the boy and instead offered a walk. “I’m doing a couple laps around the castle to clear my head, care to join?”

“God knows I need a clear head,” he shrugged “so sure.” They started down the hallway, walking at a steady pace, sitting in silence. They both enjoyed each other’s presence and didn’t want to be the one to talk first. It was a comfortable silence. This lasted 10 minutes.

“How have you been?” Shiro courted, “you seem tense.”

“All of your friends knowing you slept with someone, it’ll do that to you.” He sighed. Looking to Shiro who faked a quizzical look, poorly. “Oh don’t pretend like you don’t know about Keith and I.” Lance rolled his eyes and sighed, “sorry I’m moody I just… I wasn’t really prepared to sleep with him.”

Shiro paused suddenly, “w-wait… did he…?” Lance stood a couple feet in front of Shiro, looking back at him in confusion.

“Did he?” Shiro looked the Cuban boy up and down and Lance made a disgusted face “ew Shiro no he didn’t! I said yes!” He was shocked at the audacity of the assumption. “Keith would never.” Lance suddenly remembered Keith saying he might not’ve been able to able to stop had he said no, he shook the thought off, Keith would’ve stopped, the man was just beating himself up. “He would never.”

The black paladin caught up to Lance, in a matter of one large stride, and they continued walking. “It’s just stressful, everybody knows Keith’s an alpha, alphas don’t sleep with Betas.” His eyebrow furled in sorrow. “Everybody knows I’m an omega, save allura and coran maybe.” He looked to Shiro who didn’t even pretend to act surprised, he just put a hand on the smaller mans back in reassurance. “You can smell me can’t you? I’ve been told my heat smells like vanilla.”

Shiro shuddered, he didn’t think Lance would address it so suddenly. In a second Lance had taken a step closer to the man, his hand not leaving his back. Shiro blushed slightly, god he was beautiful.

Lance knew he couldn’t exactly sleep with everybody in the castle, nor did he want to, but his mind wandered and couldn’t help but think of a shiro/Keith sandwich, a shklandwich, if you will. He laughed at himself and Shiro gave him a questioning look “nothing.” He wanted to get shiros hands on him. Earlier that day he had wanted to sleep with Shiro to get relief, and if he played his cards right, he probably still could. After the whole situation with Keith? He didn’t want to. His Omega was craving it, he pushed he voice aside and just leaned into Shiro. The older mans arm wrapped around his shoulder comfortingly and Lance purred at his touch, he caught himself and stopped.

“It’s fine,” shiros voice could be heard in his chest and Lance shivered. “I know that even just someone touching you makes it less uncomfortable, and I also know that that cooing noise you just made is supposed to seduce people.” Lance blushed deeply, hardly anybody knew what that purr had meant. “Don’t worry, I won’t let it work on me, purr away if you can’t help it.” Lance gulped and they walked in silence, really close together. Eventually Lance let the noise back into his throat.

Fuck Lance. There was a commanding presence in Shiros head that wanted desperately to find the closest room and sleep with his teammate. Didn’t even have to be a bedroom, hell if Lance was down, they could do it in the hallway, on display for anybody who walked by, they would know that Lance was his and not theirs. Shiro gulped down a growl he felt forming in his throat and tried desperately to ignore any kind of arousal. The purring was very cute.

“It’s not cute, it’s annoying.”

“What?” Shiro became startled.

“You just called my purring cute. It’s not.” Lance looked up to the man.

“I said that out loud?” Shiros blush was apparent.

“Barely, it was a whisper.”

“Hm.. I thought I said it in my head.” He put his hand in Lances hair. He bit his lip at the sight of Lance looking up to him with those ocean eyes, threads of green dancing through them. There was a repressed image of him making that same face, his hands pulling at Lances hair as the Cuban man sucked him off. Stop. Stop thinking like that. Shiro turned back to the hallway and could feel Lance still looking at him.

Shiro was very clearly aroused and Lance was painfully aware of it. He knew it was an alpha thing but was still slightly offended.

They continued to walk down the hallway, the only sound we’re their shoes clicking on the ground and the soft hum of Lances purr, both men lost in thought.

…to be continued…