putting on his big boy pants

anonymous asked:

What would Loki do if he heard Stucky invite Tony to their bed?

“Tony.” It was Bucky who brought it up, as he was sliding his jeans back on after a less-than-clothed shoot. “What are you doing later?” 

“Not a whole lot.” Tony wasn’t even looking at Bucky, completely ignoring the way the big brunette paused with his pants still unzipped and riding low on his hips, a sight which usually would have him licking his lips. “What are you and Stevie Boy up to?”

“Actually.” Steve slid an arm around Buckys waist and squeezed lightly. “We were wondering if you wanted to come home with us.”

“Sorry, what now?” Tony almost dropped his camera, barely catching it in time and putting it safely in his bag. “What did you ask?”

“Well.” Bucky again, his voice low and coaxing. “Ever since you’ve come back from your whole Walden experience you’ve been… I dont know. Sort of irresistible to be honest.”

“Yeah. Having a hard time keeping our eyes off you.”

“Oh. Hm.” Tony licked his lips, and both of the models eyes lit. “Well see, guys, its not that Im flattered but–”

“Darling, are we going?” Loki chose that moment to enter the room, looking impossibly sexy in nothing but leather pants that showed entirely too much of his sharp hipbones, and the chain harness that had been draped over him for the bondage type shoot he had been approached for. 

The harness clinked lightly against his skin, and thick eyeliner made his green eyes look as if they were glowing, and maybe they were, because even though his words were sweet, his attitude was fierce and both Steve and Bucky took a step back. 

“Lo.” Tony glanced over him approvingly. “How was your set?” 

“Boring.” Loki swept a hand into Tonys hair and backed him up to the wall, taking his mouth in a searing kiss, letting his tongue thrust between Tonys lips in a completely suggestive way, mimicking the way his hips were rolling against Tonys lower body. “Are we going?” he repeated, and sucked a hard bruise onto Tonys neck, pulling a rough moan from his love. 

“Yes, Lo. Going, right now. Jesus—” Tony was panting, fingers digging into Lokis hips.” Lets go right now.” 

“Lets, then.” Loki laced their fingers together and all but yanked him from the room. 

“So.” Steve coughed. “So Tony is off limits.”

“Uh, little bit.” 

Long Angsty Sterek Fics

All at least 20k words long (by request)

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….

By Any Other Name by entanglednow

He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

Permanent Fixture by linksofmemories

Derek is Scott’s older brother. Stiles is Scott’s best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

Don’t Speak by fatale

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something’s wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can’t understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it’s gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he’s lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla)

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

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Baby boy (Jungkook one-shot smut)

Originally posted by nnochu

A/N: Just had it lying around. Will edit later.

Summary: You and Jungkook get carried away at school.

Themes: Baby boy Jungkook, sex with risk of being caught, sex at school, battle for dominance, dom Jungkook, sub Jungkook

Pairing: You x Jungkook

Genre: Pure smut

Word count: 4k (like all smut lol)

Trigger warnings: Dominance, sex at school, teasing, swearing, graphic smut, oral

thank you, @lindlovesbts <3

You’d first hooked up with him 56 days ago. It was a party. Another one. One you shouldn’t have gone to, just like the 5 before that. The liquor rang strong in your veins and your body shuddered with sexual frustration as you watched him from across the room. He hadn’t noticed you until you made it impossible for him not to. You got real close to where he was sitting on a random couch and danced as seductively as you could. You knew your plan to get his attention worked when you were in the kitchen pouring another drink and he approached you.

“Y/N, right?” He asks, casually leaning back against the counter, which holds the red cup your eyes are still on. You know it’s him and don’t bother to look up- adding to the game.

“And you’re Jungkook.”

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  • Jason : Tim, im not gonna fit
  • Tim : never know until you try ..and plus you're not that big big
  • Jason : mmhmm sure
  • Tim : just fucking try
  • Jason : shit.. fuck I didn't think I would fit
  • Dick: *burst inside room * WHAT THE HELL IS GOI-....what ?
  • Jason: * in the middle of putting on old Gotham academy uniform.
  • Tim : ..ummm..hi Dick..ever hear of knocking ?
  • Dick : ahahah .right ..ummm sorry
  • Jason : these pants are cutting off circulation to my legs

“So, let’s talk about [Y/N].”

“Oh no.” Tom chuckled, shifting in his seat. He knew the topic of [Y/N] was going to inevitable. He had tried hard to curve the questions in a different direction but he knew the radio host was a bit persistent than most interviewers he had been around. So, he was going to put on his big boy pants and tackle these questions regarding his ex-girlfriend. 

“I know, I know. These aren’t the kind of questions you wanna hear but you know, we gotta know Tom. We got to know.” The host laughed in his normal obnoxious way. Clearing his throat, he started. “So what’s the story, what happened man?” 

Tom scratched the back of his ear as he stretched, “Well, uh, we, there’s not much to this story, by the way.” Shifting again in his seat, he shrugged. “I mean we just decided to stay friends.”

“Aw, come on Tom. Give us more than that!” The host laughed, “Okay, how about this. Who broke up with who?” 

“Me.” Tom winced, rubbing his hands over his face, “[Y/N] is a wonderful, wonderful girl. I absolutely loved spending time with her but I physically couldn’t give her the time she deserved, you know? She could only travel with me on rare occasions because she’s a busy girl too. It just wasn’t fair and I didn’t want to hold her up when she could find someone else.” 

“I think you messed up, Tom.” The host replied, shaking his head. “You gotta fight through those things, man. She’s a keeper, dude. She’s such a sweet girl. I mean a little feisty but believe me, I’m a man of experience, you can’t let a girl like that get away.”

Tom laughed, “I’ve been told I’ve messed up by a lot of people. My best buddy, Harrison, laid into me, actually.” 

The host frowned and rolled his eyes, “Yeah, well you did. Because now she’s rumored to be with [another celeb crush]. How does that make you feel?” 

Shrugging, “I mean if she’s happy that’s all that matters. It shouldn’t matter how I feel, I’m the one who let her go. It’s my own fault if I feel negative.” 

“Well, man, I think you can take him. One on one, whoever wins gets the girl.” 

Again, Tom laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t know, I don’t think so.” 

“I hope everything words out for you man. You two were a cute couple, it’s a shame that it didn’t work out but you know, that’s life. It throws curveballs at you, you just got to know when to catch and when to dodge ‘em.” 

Tom nodded, “Thanks. I mean who knows what’ll happen the next time our paths cross.” 

“So you’re saying that if she wanted to get back together, you’d be all in?” 

“What? Yeah, I mean possibly.” Shrugging, “Like I said, [Y/N] is a great girl. I just didn’t want to be that guy who got so wrapped up in his work and lost track of time. I think if you’re in a relationship, it should feel like it. You know, always trying to finish up so you can be with her or trying to find just five seconds to call to see how her day is going. I could’t do that when we were together, it was just go, go, go. I had no time and again, it’s not fair for her. I want her to be happy. That’s the goal, isn’t it?” 

“You seem like a smart kid on the matter. I’ll back off, now.”The host laughed and continued on about a different topic, leaving Tom thinking about how much he actually missed [Y/N]. He had a point though, didn’t he? Of course he did. Tom respected [Y/N] too much to leave her wondering if he was ever going to call because in all and all, he wanted to but never had the time. 

Maybe after the interview he’d text her to see how she’s doing and if she’s happy with how things went down because if she wasn’t. Maybe, just maybe, he could fix them. 

A Ruff Introduction

Summary: During a walk in the park, your dog suddenly starts acting up.

AN: MY FIRST EVER TOM FIC WOW i can’t believe i’ve only been writing about peter for a year lol

Tom Holland x Reader

// Masterlist //

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

The sunlight was streaming through the curtains as I woke up with a big smile on my face. I’ve never felt this good waking up at 8 am in the morning but this day seemed special. I pushed myself up and walked to my window, pulling the curtains open. The light filled my room instantly. I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin. The sky was extremely blue today and the sound of children’s laughter already filled the air. This was a perfect day for a stroll in the park.

All of a sudden, there was a scratching by my door. I quickly opened the door and in came running my precious Staffy, Max. He ran around my room a few times before pouncing on me. I bent down and rubbed the backs of his ears. Max jumped on me and knocked me to the ground. I giggled as he licked my face.

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bad at love - part two

pairings - reddie

words - 1.3K

 warnings - none

It was quite easy to say that the car ride to the arcade was the most awkward situation either boy had been in since walking in on Richie’s parents getting it on, on Richie’s 16th birthday.

Eddie completely shut down once inside the beat-up piece of shit that Richie calls a car. Although none of the losers would give it up for the world, they’ve all been through too much in this car but it was still a piece of shit.

Eddie cringes at idea of the copious amount times Richie has been balls deep inside his girlfriend in this very seat. He tries not think about that too much not wanting to mentally scar himself even more than he already is.

“Eds,” Richie mumbles from the drives seat. “You-You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong but I’m here to listen.” He pauses to turn down the busy main street of Derry. “Like, if you want. Y'know?” Eddie doesn’t verbalise a response but sends a subtle nod in Richie’s direction hoping that was enough to get his message across.

He appreciates it. He really does, Richie’s never this quiet, especially when they are driving, he always feels the need to turn whatever loud repulsive song is playing on the radio, blasting it from the speakers while screaming at the top of his lungs. Eddie lets out an affectionate huff at the memory of Richie belting out the lyrics to Shaggy and looking utterly ridiculous while doing so.

“Earth to Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie says obnoxiously waving a hand in front of his face. Breaking Eddie from his thoughts, he realised he’d been staring off into space for the past few minutes. Eddie pushes Richie’s hand away from his face.

“Ugh, get your hand away from me.”

Richie lets out a loud laugh before leaning into Eddie, “That’s not what you’ll be saying later tonight, baby boy.” Eddie rolls his eyes, before shoving the car door open and heading toward the arcade, he walks off on Richie half heartedly listening to him proclaim sex noise from the top of his lungs across the carpark. Heavy footsteps echo on the bitumen behind him, Eddie can hear the boys aspirated voice faded as he entered the building. The amount of kids running around always seems to overwhelm him.

Eddie feels Richie put his hand on his shoulder, immediately calming his senses. The taller boy guides him toward the booth in the back. The loud laughs from their pals brings a small smile to Eddie’s face.

“Eddie! Richie! We we’re starting to worry.” Mike says with a big smile as he shuffles over to make room for the pair.

“Yeah. You guys are late.” Stan added, brushing the single curl from in front of his eye behind his ear.

“Sorry guys, Eddie was trying to get into my pants. I needed to remind him that I have prior engagements.” Eddie slapped Richie across the chest before leaning his head back against the booth, repressing the urge to wipe everything down with antibacterial wipes. Ben snorted loudly at the pair.

“Speaking of girlfriend!” Bev exclaimed. “How are you guys?” Eddie listened intently to Richie’s answer, noticing a slight hesitation. He cracked opened one of his eyes to see the taller boy staring at his face.

“We, um” He paused. “It’s good, great even.” Eddie groaned internally, supressing a sigh. “For her. I think. I’m trying really hard to just love her but I can’t.”

“W-W-w-hat?” Bill stutters. His stutter extremely worsened due to the heavy surprise of Richie’s statement. It had gotten better since they were thirteen, all the Losers were incredibly proud of Bill’s effort to improve his speech patterns.

“You didn’t mention this in the car Rich?” Eddie questions, slightly more intrigued than necessary. He’s still his best friend regardless of what he feels for the other. Richie glances around the table and lands his focus on Eddie.

“She told me, she’s in love with me.”

“What’s the matter with that? You guys say that all the time?” Ben said. Richie paused looking down at his hands placed upon the table. Eddie was feeling more excited than deemed acceptable but the look on Richie’s face was telling him it wasn’t all that important.

“I love her like I love Eddie’s Mom.”

 “It’s enough, but not enough. No offense Ed.” Eddie snorted and waved his hand.

“So, what are you gonna do?” Eddie asked nibbling on his lower lip.

“Yeah, you can’t just leave her hanging.” Mike added after taking a sip from what Eddie could only imagine too be Mike’s all-time favourite strawberry milkshake.  

“If you were in the same position you wouldn’t appreciate it.” Stan said in-between bites of his fruit salad.  The poor boy could only ever eat the food his Mother prepared for him, he always had to bring food with him whenever they all go out.

“If you don’t love her at all, you need to break up with her. The sooner the better.” Bev said with a raise of her eyebrows.

Richie sighed before saying, “That’s not even the worst part.”

“W-w-what could b-be w-worse than that?” Bill asked. Richie leaned back into the red booth, back relaxing against the worn vinyl.

He lifted his arm and settled it on the back of the chair behind Eddie’s back. “I’m in love with someone else.” Eddie’s whole entire world seemed to simultaneous brighten and dull all at once.

Moments past by when suddenly Eddie is pulled from his thoughts by a slap on his back followed by Richie’s departure. Eddie shook his head and faced the group. All five other members seemed to have targeted their attention toward him. “What just happened? Where’d Rich go?”

“You weren’t listening?”  Ben said. “He’s going to break up with Jane.” The table went silent all the remaining members of the Loser’s attention focus’ on Eddie.

“What?” Eddie said with a shake of his head glancing around at the Loser’s.

“Whose gonna tell him?” Eddie looks over to Mike, an unreadable expression etched onto his face.

“Y-you know he loves y-you right?” Bill says, eyes widened as he glances across the round table at Eddie. Eddie shakes his head.

“He’s been spending a lot of time with Roxanne lately.” Eddie trailed off, glancing around the room at anything but his friends. The old worn out red seats that loitered the walls, the dark carpet covered in a multitude of questionable stains, the walls lined with pinball machines and the area slowly filling with children all rushing around, hoping to get a spot in line in front of their favourite game. The arcade was always busy on Friday nights, the absence of Riche was unnerving. Eddie knowing the only reason he still comes here is for boy. He mentally wished the boy luck in whatever course he was taking with Jane.

“Eddie,” Bev said. “It’s you. It always has been.”  

“Well-Well, I- Maybe I don’t like him back, did you ever think of that huh? What makes you think that I Eddie Kaspbrak would ever feel anything for Trashmouth Richie Tozier? Have you seen that boy? Have You? There are no redeeming qualities about him whatsoever.  Not even his soft curls or-or his dark eyes that make you feel warm all over or the number of freckles that always seem to multiply across his nose every other week. Or-or even that small smile that plays on his lips when he sleeps and that fact his literally as blind as a bat without those ugly ass glasses. Don’t even get me started on those stupid Mom jokes he’s always making or-or his annoying habit to give everyone and everything a fucking nickname. I don’t have any feelings for Richie Tozier. Ugly! Everything is just ugly.” Eddie sucked in a hard breath from previously exhausting all his oxygen from prior events. He was met by five faces which he was all too familiar with, all sporting the same amused expression.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and before he had any time to reaction, the pale faced curly headed boy he knew all to well was leaning over him. If Eddie were to turn his face slightly to the left there would be no avoiding the beautiful face of Richie Tozier. Eddie swallowed down a lump in his throat. “Wow Ed’s, you’ve wounded me. Didn’t know you had it in ya.”

A/N sike guys theres gonna a part three because i’m wayyyy to invested in this story. I hope you guys enjoy! Let me know what you think! I had a lot of problems posting this so I hope it posted the right one lmao

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So wouldn’t be cute if...

1) Natsu promises Lucy to never leave her again.

Seriously guys she is not okay when he leaves/dies

2) Lucy goes to find Aquarius’ Key and Natsu goes with because he promises never to leave her again. Happy obviously comes too. Gray and Erza and Wendy and Carla probably come too because they are cock blocks, but we love them anyway

Because Lucy never breaks a promise you guys

3) Gray FINALLY apologizes to Juvia and tells her how he feels because the war is over and HE PROMISED

That better not be your apology Gray! That shit is weak!

4)We finally find out why Natsu and Happy are blushing! And its about Lucy…


5)Jerza. Jelly Bean Fernandez puts on his big boy pants and forgives himself (10 years of good deeds bro, yeah you were a dick, but you were tricked and you were like 9! We all see you are actively reformed - Love yourself you little bitch!)  YOU DESERVE IT…. And ALSO ERZA DESERVES IT! 


5B) Also they get married and adopt Wendy…because that would be adorable and perfect (Strongest Family Like Ever)

6) Also Gale, Miraxus, MeldeyxLeon, LokeXAries, maybe some Charlie x Happy, give Lizanna a puppy. All the ships! We want this!


7) Nalu kiss.

Shut up Natsu. Screw and your forehead touches, you are obviously in love with your best friend and she just figured out she loves you back… ride off into the damn sunset!

8) 7 years pass and Lucy is reading all their adventures to her daughter/son from the books she has published…

Natsu falls asleep, but their kid is enthralled.

9) Lucy hands down Aquarius’ Key to her daughter.

Aquarius respects Lucy and give her daughter a hard time but loves her. (or the other way around lol)

10) They all live happily ever after…

Bye FT.

Originally posted by melancholicwaifu

I haven’t titled this yet, but here’s a preview. Feedback is much appreciated :) 

As much as he was used to this ritual you had of never keeping your hands off him the first twenty-four hours he was gone away from anywhere, and as much as he knew that you wanted to absolutely devour him even before he got into your arms once he climbed down the stairs of his jet, he was never fully used to it.

           It always left a bubble in his tummy, a tiny nervous bubble he only gets before shows or when he knows he must leave you for a long period of time. But this was a good nervous, the kind of nervous that always raised the question, ‘what has she got in store this time?’

           He heard the back-door creak open, a smile played on the corners of his lips as he looked out into his backyard over the patio in his two-story home, knowing full and well your arms would be around him soon. He stood still, his ears perked up when your footprints came closer on the wood, wine glass in his hand, taking a swig of the blood red liquid, smirking when he could smell your shampoo.

           You had just gotten out of the shower, following a massive dinner he had made, and then proceeded to have you as dessert, right there on the table. Your hands roamed up his massive back, one hand trailing over his shoulder to grip his chest, while the other wrapped around his tummy. Trapped in a hug from the back, you kissed the freckle right between his shoulder blades.

           “Mmm,” you hummed and took a big breath of his skin, the hand on his tummy trailing down to his happy trail, scratching at the hair. He took in a sharp breath as your fingers danced softly on his skin.

           Before you knew it, he had turned to face you, holding you around the waist.

           “Easssy, tiger,” he kissed your forehead. You pouted in protest and he smiled, setting his wine glass down on the ledge behind him, standing to his feet.

           “I can’t help it”, you started placing wet kisses on his chest, scratching your nails up his back. Your kisses kept dropping lower, your leg jut out behind you and you were about to get on your knees when he grabbed your elbow and pulled you back to your feet. Another pout adorned your lips and he full out laughed this time, kissing your lips.

           “Needy girl, are you?” he was still smiling softly, biting his lip, “not out here, baby,” he lovingly pulled you into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. His back hit the door and you wasted no time pressing more kisses to his chest as you heard an ‘oof’ leave his chest from your gentle push, un-wrapping the tie of your robe, kissing the spot right under his neck, your hands dancing on the waistband of his sweats.

           “Slow down, slow down,” he giggled a bit between your kisses to his nose and his mouth, both of your hands gripping his bum under his pants, “M’right here, not goin’ anywhere for a little while,” he assured you, but you didn’t care. He was yours, and yours to worship, and you were planning on doing that. Every second you got.

           “I have a surprise,” you finally mumbled out on his neck, squeezing his ass.

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Happy Ending Sterek Fics (by request)

1. Permanent Fixture by linksofmemories

Derek is Scott’s older brother. Stiles is Scott’s best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

2. Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

3. I Just Wanna Be With You Every Day by Brego_Mellon_Nin

When his best friend’s son barrels into the kitchen only dressed in a pair of skintight jeans, lean but defined torso on display, Derek knows he’s truly and utterly fucked. Not only is the kid barely eighteen, but he also happens to be the Sheriff’s only son.

Derek makes a vow to himself that he will not seek Stiles out and he’ll get this thing under control.

4. Worlds Apart by siny

Derek Hale, Heir Prince of Betonia and Italy, meets Stiles Stilinski, college boy.

5. UST (An Unfortunate Series of Tropes) by ureshiiichigo

Stiles and Derek sitting in a tree, M-A-R-R-I-E-D.

Wait, what?

Or: Stiles thought he and Derek were finally getting to be bros, and then Deaton had to go and ruin everything with his stupid spell.

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Joker Imagine - Identity Reveal

Originally posted by proud-directioner5xx4xx1

Your P.O.V.

Life was truly a mystery full of surprises. After accidentally sending my letter to the wrong person, we became very close. I was mailing a man who went by the name ‘Mr. J’ who lived in Gotham city. I was just a girl from England. To be honest that accident was the best one in my life.It didn’t take long until we got really flirty. Recently we even changed numbers but we still kept writing. It was fun.

Hello dear Y/N,

Writing to you this past year has been such a pleasure. You’re very funny and sweet. Each time I get a message or a letter from you, I feel really happy. You don’t even know what I look like or what I could possibly do yet you’re so kind. It’s like you’re really innocent but you seem to have that dark side somewhere.

Anyway, I have been thinking about something. I have a less busy week ahead of me so it would be a delight to have you here in Gotham. I could get you the plain tickets so you wouldn’t have to worry about that. My penthouse has a lot of guestrooms to choose from if you want to stay. When you receive this letter you should send me a message.

I’m crossing my fingers. You never know how much fun things are here. Please reply soon,

             -Mr J. ‘

That was one part of the letter he recently sent me. After talking to him about it we agreed that I would fly to Gotham. I was really excited and nervous to finally meet J. Yes there was a chance that he was a different person than what he had told me, but I couldn’t let this chance slip by. I cared about him.

A few days later I was in Gotham, one of the most dangerous yet beautiful cities on the entire planet. The airport was packed with people! I was tired after such a long flight but my excitement kept me going. Mr.J told me that there was a car waiting for me. He was working until 10 p.m. so we would meet at his club. 

That’s why I was wearing a really long black shirt that passed as a dress with a golden belt around my waist. It looked fancy but it felt comfortable. I also wore golden heels, a few accessories and my hair was in a low ponytail. My make-up wasn’t anything too shocking, just some lipstick and eye makeup. I also had a trenchcoat.

I held onto my suitcase as I walked through the mass of people. Then I saw a man in a black suit holding a sign with my name on it. The man had brown hair, tan skin and black sunglasses. Once he saw me, he put the sign down. I walked over with a shy smile. ‘’Hi’’ I told the man kindly. ‘’Boss told me to get you. He’s waiting’’ The man informed me very seriously. Dang J seemed like a really important business man. 

‘’Okay. I’m glad he’s waiting. What’s your name?’’ I asked J’s servant or whatever he was. ‘’I’m Frost’’ He let me know while grabbing my suitcase. What a gentleman. 

Frost and I drove away from the airport. It was raining slightly in Gotham and the skies were grey as J would often describe the city as. Cold, rainy and grey. But there were days when it was fully alive and life seemed like a party. I was mesmerized by the foreign city. I had never been to such a place!

The ride was quiet since Frost didn’t start any conversations. I just asked him stuff as we drove. Then we parked in front of J’s club. The building was super high! People were lining up by the door in their high heels, dresses and fancy clothes. The doors were heavily guarded but we got inside without second looks. 

Music was blasting through the club. I was so close to finally meeting him! I had an imaginary image of J in my head. He had crazy coloured hair that I knew. He seemed like the type of guy who had a few tattoos. I could see him in stylish clothes. But I wasn’t really sure of what I was expecting. Just a few more steps..

Frost stopped behind a wooden door at the back of the club. Then he knocked on it and cleared his throat. I heard footsteps coming closer and then the door opened. My eyes nearly fell off my head when I saw the man in front of me. He was so different but so damn hot!

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I saw that green hair I had heard about. Then I saw stormy blue eyes and tattoos. ‘’J?’’ I breathed out just to make sure it was him. His red lips curved into a smile. Then he opened his arms and I happily hugged him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and I leaned against his chest. He chuckled and hugged me back. Damn he was muscular!

This felt so unbelievable. He smelled so good as well but also a little like gun powder. ‘’You’re shorter than I imagined’’ He joked a little bit. I giggled at his remark. ‘’You’re hotter than I thought’’ I slipped out of my mouth without thinking. J stepped back and looked at me with a smirk. I felt how my cheeks heated up. Oh shit, way to go.

I caught a glimpse of his silver jacket and the maroon shirt he was wearing underneath. Before I could say anything to fix the situation, someone ran towards us. ‘’Joker, Joker!’’ A man yelled and stopped right next to me. Joker? J looked at the man like things were natural. Suddenly my stomach dropped as I realized something.

Mr J was the Joker!

‘’What got you running? I’m busy’’ J growled with a voice that sent a shiver running down my spine. He sounded harsh towards this man. ‘’Batman was spotted near the building. It might be a coincidence but I thought I’d let you know’’ The man panted out. I was just standing there in shock.

‘’Batsy? Ha! He won’t come in here. Now get lost before I shoot you’’ J warned the guy. He listened closely and left us alone. I didn’t know what to do. Had I been writing with the Joker for a year? Suddenly a lot of his mysterious writings started to make sense.

‘’What’s the matter?’’ J asked me while leading the way further into his office. Oh boy. ‘’I just..this feels unrealistic’’ I tried to speak. He stepped in front of me again and he put his big hands on my shoulders. ‘’Did you finally realize who I really am?’’ He wanted to know. Our eyes met and I saw a hint of worry in his. I nodded and then I took a deep breath.

‘’Does it bother you?’’ He kept questioning me. Suddenly I felt rushed to answer. ‘’No, not at all! I’m just really surprised’’ I reassured him with a smile. I wasn’t scared. If he was the same person as before everything should be fine. J smiled at my reply.

‘’I always knew that you weren’t the type of girl to run away in situations like this’’ He admitted with joy obvious in his raspy voice. Every cell in my body were screaming at me to kiss him but I wasn’t if I should. Oh fuck it, we only live once and regret the things we didn’t do!

I grabbed J’s jacket and pulled him down so I wouldn’t have to jump to reach his face. He knew what was going on so he helped me out by pressing his lips against mine. In that moment I felt like everything around us just disappeared. The warmth of his silky lips was so comforting and reassuring. I opened my mouth into our kiss and allowed him to deepen it. Before I knew it, we were french kissing in his office. My heart was beating hard and I felt so happy. It’s like this was the moment and feeling I’ve been searching for all my life.

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A lion amongst wolves

Oneshot: Female Lannister Reader x Tormund Giantsbane 

You drank too much. But the sweet blackberry wine was so delicious and mild that you didn’t even thought about it and drank one cup after another. The nights in the north were cold and the wine kept you warm, at least for a while. But now, however, you were cold and everything was spinning inside your head.

Maybe I shouldn’t have come to Winterfell, you thought. You were an outsider at this place.

“May I sit here?”, a strange, harsh voice asked suddenly. You looked up and saw the bright eyes of a northman with wild, red hair and a fitting beard.

“Sure. Sit down, ser.”, you answered and faked a smile. You felt terribly lonely the last days, but you didn’t liked these northmen either.

“I’m not a ser”, said the man and sat down in front of you.

“Yes, I almost thought so”, you whispered and added: “My name is (Y/N) Lannister. And yours?”

“Tormund Giantsbane. You arrived today at Winterfell, right?”

“Right. My cousin, Cersei Lannister, the queen… she is so mad. But I don’t want to talk about it.“ You stopped for a moment. “I need diversion. Do you want some wine?“

“This grape juice is only for southern ladys. We drink sour goat milk.“ Tormund gave you his cup, which was half full.

“Does is work like wine?”

“It’s stronger.”

Good, you thought. You took the cup and emptied it with one sip. You couldn’t say that it tasted good, but the alcohol started to warm you up again.

“You seem to like it, haha” Tormund laughed, loud and rough. “I already noticed you today afternoon, milady. But unfortunately I didn’t had the time to talk to you”

“And what did you thought when you saw me?”

„At first I wanted to pull you from your horse and fuck you in the snow, in front of the others. However, I didn’t wanted everyone to see you naked and thought it would be better to bring you into my chamber.” You pulled a face, not knowing if you should laugh or cry.

“So, why aren’t you doing it then?”, you asked dryly.

“Because I wanted to tell you my name so you can scream it later.” You laughed loudly all of sudden. At least he got humor. Under other circumstances you maybe had been disgusted, but you were drunk, traveled over a month with a horse and felt lonely.

“Well, now I know your name, Tormund Giantsbane”. You got up from the table and almost fell down. You felt hot, were even sweating, and everything around you was moving. Still though, you managed to walk around the table and sit down directly next to Tormund. You lied your hand on his thigh.

“You are an open-minded woman, (Y/N) Lannister“, said the man to you. “Or are you just drunk?”

“I’m lonely.” You sighed, then faked a smile again. “I’ve never heard from family Giantsbane. Where are you from exactly?”

“From the north”, Tormund answered. “The real one.“

“A wildling“, You said in surprise, more to yourself than to Tormund.

“Now you don’t want to have anything to do with me anymore, right?” But you shook your head and moved your hand on his thigh further above, until you felt the hard bulk in his pants. The red-haired man moaned quietly.

“Well, now I know why they’re calling you Giantsbane”, you joked. He really is big, you thought, although it was always hard to tell on this way. The wildling laughed.

“You don’t need to be scared, little lady. You will have the best night of your life with me, I promise.” Tormund turned his head to you and bite your neck. He sucked and licked your skin, until a blue and red spot appeared. “I’ll make you as wet as you never have been before in your whole life”, he whispered and licked over your earlobe. Your pussy started twitching and getting wetter.

“Maybe we should actually go to your chamber”, you breathed. “people starting to stare at us.” You didn’t know any of the men here. You knew Sansa from her time in king’s landing and you even met Jon Snow, but they weren’t here at the moment. The others were just strangers.

“They allowed to know that you are mine now.” Tormund stand up and helped you up. He gripped your wrist and leaded you through the great hall, upstairs, along a corridor until the last door on the left side.

The chamber wasn’t fancy or big at all, but the bed, which was in the center of the room, seemed comfy and warm. Tormund pressed you onto the bed and started to undone the lacing of your shirt.

“Do all lannisters have such nice and big boobs?”, he asked and took your breasts in his hands. He sucked your nipples and as he started to bite them, you screamed. His right hand went down to your pants where he rubbed over the sensitive point between your lips.

“It feels so good”, you moaned. “Why are you so good at it?” Tormund chuckled.

“We men of the free folk aren’t like all the southern boys. I like to give pleasure to a woman, I’m not only thinking of myself” He got rid of your pants and put a finger into your vagina. You started to cramp and whimpered.

“Are you a maiden?”

“N-No”, you answered. “I’m just nervous.“ Your heart was beating fast, your body was shaking.

”Relax“ Tormund pulled of his pants until his knees. “I will be gentle.” He hard member was surrounded by a red bush of hair.

“Wait! Why are you still dressed?”, the you asked him.

“Do you want to see me naked?”

“What? Yes, of course.” You never wanted anything more than to see the naked body of this man. But after the wildling completely undressed himself, you could understand his hesitation. His body was overrun with scars. Some of them were nothing more than soft dashes, others were red or white, thick and swollen. You kissed some of the scars before you eventually kissed the wildling on the mouth. While Tormund still hanged on your lips, he pressed himself into you and took you with gently, rhythmic movements and rubbed your clitoris with his thumb. You came first – something, which never happened before, but just a few moments later Tormund pulled out his dick and came on your stomach. He lied next to you, exhausted, and reached for your hand.

“Please stay with me”, he said and you smiled, truly.

I tried to save him, I really did! But Coach, man is he one powerful dude… Coach, and the rest of the team, even my best fr…. frien…. Bro… Ky caught on fast, and tricked the hell outta me! I thought I was being slick, sneakin’ around finding all kinds of fucked up shit, tryin’ to get Ky back, but fuuuuck! Coach caught me in his office and fuckin’ screwed me up BIG time!

Ah, no, not again… not again! I have to control this, if I can just keep my mind, I can save Kyle and myself, we can get back to our old selves… But, Kyle, he even helped them Jock me up! He played along with me, egging me on, pretending to be scared, but, they really did turn him into just a big dumb smelly brute! And now, I joined him, all because I couldn’t see through his act, and Coach has the whole team trained to catch guys like me.
It had taken weeks to convince Ky… Kyle, that he isn’t Donkey, the team’s Quarterback. He’s been lumbering around school, and in town, eating up the attention, screwing his way through all the pretty girls and even some of the hotter gay dudes. You could hear him coming, then smell him, as he stomped around with his humungous dawgs, reeking up the place. He seemed to enjoy his pretty boy good looks, reveling in the attention, despite having hated guys like that before. But I finally broke him free of it, or so I thought, long enough to hatch a plan to get him back to normal.

We snuck into the locker rooms after all the players, Kyle included, finished practice. God, the humid, dank musty stench made me cough, Kyle pretended to hate it as well, as we broke into Coach’s office at the other end. I was picking the lock, when Kyle raised one of his thick legs, and kicked the door in, his cleat leaving indented prints in the door. I should have known something was up, Kyle isn’t a violent guy, but I ignored it and entered.

We snooped around the office, checking out every inch for a clue on how to turn him back, to free him of the control Coach has over him, when suddenly, as I was leaning over the desk, Ky grabbed me, crushing the air from my chest, and stuffed a slimy piece of plastic in my mouth!

I gagged, trying desperately to spit it out, but my jaw seemed to clench over it, and I found my tongue lapping at the goo all over the chewed surface. It tastes rank, like an old gym sock smells, rancid and sour, then changed to a sickly strong, bleachy flavor I immediately recognized as being cum! I tried to spit it out, tried to vomit, but my tongue lashed helplessly at it, drinking down the slime, and as it seeped down my throat, it burned, feeling as if I’d caught a sudden bout of Strep.

I could feel my body shaking as the mouth guard dissolved, my head going fuzzy, images of the team, of Ky, sweaty and aggressive after practice seemed to swim through my cotton candy filled mind. I found myself lapping at the flavors as they switched between distinct funk, and sweet, savory cum. I could suddenly tell the difference between them all. Feet, pits, jock ass, balls…. And I was enjoying it more and more, as my mind let go and sank into a twisting spiral.

Oh, no, that wasn’t my mind! That was the spiral on the computer screen Ky had sat me down in front of! Then, I head a deep, dreadful voice, Coach, congratulating Ky on his catch, and heard Ky grunting, and a sudden warm splatter on my arm told me Ky had just creamed himself. I couldn’t look, but I saw the door shut as Coach lead Ky out, and then came back for me.

I was shaking as words and images of football, chicks, muscle, sweaty guys, raunchy sex seemed to meld and twist into my head from the screen, and Coach sat there, goading me on, telling me all of the things I’d now enjoy more than anything else. Worshiping the team, being the team’s stress reliever, wanting desperately to be like them. I teared up, struggling to keep these things out of my head as they seemed to rip away at it, filling in deeply. The screen changed to plays, the field, grunting, running, working out, male, masculinity, virile aggression, the need to be a man! And I wanted it all, I was losing the fight, when in a flash, the screen went blank, and I realized the mouth guard was totally gone, dissolved down my dry, ragged throat.

“Fu…. Fuck bro….. the fuck you do to me Coach!?” I rumbled in a dim, dull sounding sexy timbre, the voice of a Jock, the kind that causes girls to cream themselves, and gay bros to bend over for you!

“Fuuuuuuuck! No!! Fuck!” I tried again and again to stop the words, I couldn’t control my own vocalizations, dumb bro speak pouring from my mouth anytime I tried to talk.

Coach went into a speech about loyalty, and how boys in this school who get caught doing anything against their star team, will find themselves joining. He was rummaging through a wardrobe on the other side of the room while he went on and on about the team, about my new position as a Tight End, making a lewd joke about how Donkey, I mean, Ky, and the team could use one, and how I’d find it difficult to say no. He came over with a few more items, while I tried to get up from the chair. I was sweating with the effort, when he grabbed my shirt and hiked I up and off me.

He grabbed a bottle of what looked like sun screen, and squirted a large blob into my chest, rubbing it in with hard, rough hands, making sure every inch was covered and shining in the oily goop. Then he went to town on my nipples, rubbing, twisting, pulling, pinching, all while he mentioned a surprise as well, as I leaked precum from the nipple stimulation into my pants. Then stopping, and rubbing a little oil into the rest of my torso, then my legs, arms, back, all the way down to my toes and up my neck. Not as much as my chest though.

Then he made me strip and tucked me into a jockstrap and cup, pair of purple shorts, a large, dirty pair of cleats, pads, but left the helmet on the rack in the wardrobe, and ordered me into the locker room, then the workout room with all of the heavy equipment. He put me through the most rigorous workout, yelling at me to work harder, lift more, run faster, pullups, sit ups, bench press, and all manner of grueling exercises. I was drenched by the end of it, feeling my pulse in my entire body, as well as realizing that the uniform I was in, was too tight. Especially in the chest and shoulders.

He finally released me, just as Donkey… I mean, Ky, uh, Kyle, came back, dripping sweat from his Bieber cut pretty boy hair, instantly filling the room with his… fucking, sexy… fuck… fuck no.. No! Not that!!! Anything but…. But…. Fuuuuuck……

I ended up licking him clean, from toes to neck, worshiping his muscles, sucking 2 thick, heavy loads from his balls After he left, I sat, sweating, my chest was now a true pair of man tits, big juicy nips perking up from the meaty pecs. I was panting as coach put some headphones in my ears, and with a sneer, told me to get ready for the surprise. He reached for my nipple, squeezed in between his fingers, and twisted, it hurt like a bitch, but I instantly moaned, my eyes going glazed as I filled my jockstrap and cup with a thick, creamy load of jock jizz. I was Tits now, the team’s sweat slurping, nipplegasming Tight End.

patkinmon  asked:

Hi thank you for recing so many awesome fics!! Do you have maybe some fics where Derek or Stiles are already in a relationship with someone and the other is pining for them? If they are already friends that would be great. (I'm sorry if you have already answered that one but I couldn't find anything in your pining tag that fits^^')

We haven’t and thank you for bring that up, we have a rec list for you!


Ain’t That A Kick In The Head (series) by Swing Set in December

Wherein Hogwarts is a hotbed for teen romcoms where the surly hot guy is really a romantic dork who pines after the oblivious nerd who love getting into trouble. Oh and there are dragons. AND FEELINGS. And magic, but that’s really not important to the plot.

Safety in Silence by Survivah

It’s perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn’t want to be Derek’s soulmate.

Worth the Wait by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Stiles always had a thing for Derek, but then again, so did everyone else. Stiles just wanted to be seen as different, which was why he waited.

But maybe he waited a little too long.

Prompt: “Stiles shy nerd (SWEET KIND LOVING NURTURING OMEGA PLS!),has a HUGE crush on his bff popular Derek (MFBADASS ALPHA). He keeps on trying to shine through the hordes of Derek’s admirers. Derek sometimes catches scent of his mate but doesn’t know it’s stiles with all the ABO (kate/jen/paige/etc) around. derek tells everything to stiles bcs they’re such bff & he’s comfortable with stiles (sheriff & Talia work together to take care of BH). Stiles usually bows out everytime any ABO tries to talk to Derek bcs he’s not that hot/beautiful like others. then stiles reaches the age to get a mate, tries to confess to Derek but sees derek with somebody and thought derek gets a mate & is heartbroken (but resolves to an unrequited love). Then new OMC comes & tries to court stiles, Derek gets angry but doesn’t know why & tries to gets stiles back (new OMC keeps on getting in the way between them). things happens (Derek realizes stiles’s his mate or something or anything) & happy ending!”

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anonymous asked:

The more I hear about Marvel comics the happier I am that Feige was able to separate the MCU from them.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m furious at Marvel comics right now. Furious at what they’ve done to Steve, Carol, Tony and Thor. Furious at how gimmicky Civil War 2 was. Furious that they absolutely refuse to take accountability for their dwindling sales and put on their big boy pants, admit something is broken, and then fix it instead of trying to push yet another event (Secret Empire) that no one wants, while actually blaming DC for outselling them (Jesus Marvel, grow up!).

That said, comics, when they’re good, can be pretty amazing. Let me share parts of my favorite comic series with you, to illustrate what I mean.

Man Out of Time by Mark Waid is a retcon of the Avengers finding Steve in the ice and his adjustment to the 21st century. When Steve first wakes up he’s certain that he belongs in the past, not the present, and is determined to return to it by any means necessary so Tony takes Steve under his wing and shows him all the marvelous things about the 21st Century to try and help him adjust. The thing that MOST impresses Steve about the future is the strives made towards gender and racial equality…

Steve does get the opportunity to return to the past, and what he finds when he gets there is that he HATES it, particularly in regards to inequality and racism. The past freakin’ sucks

And so, after some clever maneuvering on Steve’s part he returns to the present to save the Avengers (who were in jeopardy) and is welcomed among them with open arms…

I wont speak for all comic fans, but for me, the biggest disappointment in recent Marvel storytelling is that I know they can do better, I know what they’re capable of and it’s better than what they’re currently giving us.

But yeah, I agree that Feige is separate so we’ll never have to see Hydra!Cap within the MCU. 

Second Best;

Okay, so let me start by saying I don’t write fics, and for good reason… I suck at it. But like… @kacchanswife kind of gave me a prompt, and I kind of said i’d try. So… now you must all suffer my terrible writing :’)

Pairing: Kacchako

Word Count: 1215

 They were pink.

That wretched color never looked so perfect on someone more so than it did on her. Tears streaming down her face, eyes puffy and red, lips quivering rhythmically and all he could focus on were the soft, lush and ever so inviting pink lips that breathed his name through hiccupped gasp.

Of course he didn’t ask her what wrong, why she felt the need to show up on his door step at 3 in the god damned morning, a mental wreck and probably from crying his name into the four corners of the world. He knew why.

He’s was a god damned idiot, that was why.

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A Snapback (Seven Minutes In Heaven With Seventeen)

(A/N: okay so this one was a long time coming, because people kept asking for it - but I spent a long time working on Overcome and I honestly felt bad for neglecting this series. because it’s inspired by my early writing days and it’s very close to my heart. and so, unlike the other chapters so far, which have been all fluffy fluff, I wanted to make this one more steamy - which was partly inspired by the character I was writing about. so there is a smut warning on this one, because it does get a little bit hot. be warned: smut. good, now that you’re warned also be warned of: underage drinking, swearing, and I think that’s it. also know that I would like to do another part of this immediately after this one, so if there’s an item that you’d like to see written about, please let me know, and if you haven’t read the intro yet please do. I always love the surprise of these, and I know I didn’t do it as well with this one because it was hard, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. I’ll try and surprise you all big time on the next one. -Tanisha<3)

The Introduction 

You were questioning all of this in your mind still, hating the way Chan was staring you down as you stuck your hand in the pillow case. You grabbed the first thing your hand brushed; a stiff something, fabric feeling that could have been anything, and you really didn’t have any guesses as to what it was. You weren’t surprised when you pulled it out and your fingers were gripping the wide brim of a snapback. A black one with bright red lettering stitched on the front, entailing the slogan “Fuck With Me”.

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(this was sucha good idea bless)



It was just another summer night of you wandering around town aimlessly, until you decided to catch a movie or two at the “Nightly Double”. You didn’t drive so you sat in the rows of seats by the bathrooms and snack bar. The movie was actually kind of boring, so you looked around at the other sights happening at the movies. You happened to catch a cute  chestnut brown-haired  boy staring at you. He winked at you.

You rolled your eyes and tried to refocus on the movie but your thoughts were only about that certain boy. You heard a shuffling in the crowd but ignored it as the climax reached the movie Not until a strong arm wrapped around your shoulders did you realize what had happened.  The boy who winked at you was now sitting right next to you with his arm around you.

“C-Can I help you?” you stammered. 

“Depends” Dallas teased.

“On?” you asked.

“Whether you like me or not” Dallas stated simply.

“Well looks like I can’t help you then” you said, roughly placing hims arm back in his lap.

“Is this how its gonna be?”  he chuckled.

“Depends” you grinned.

“Well aren’t you a quick one!” Dallas complimented.

“I’m really not… maybe your just slow” you laughed. People began to shush the two of you.

“Whaddaya say we get out of here?” he asked taking your hand.

“Only if you let go of me” you said sweetly with a fake smile plastered on your face.

You both left the nightly double and headed into town.

“I’m Dallas by the way” he added.

“Y/n” you sighed.

“So where are we going?” you asked in all seriousness.

“Wherever you want, doll” Dallas replied.

“Well my house is that way and anywhere would be better than here” you laughed.

“Oh come on! Wait wait just gimme a chance y/n. I’ll show you a good time” he pleaded as he winked>

“Alright fine” you groaned.

He took you to some run-down drugstore on fourth street and bought you some candy. When you refused to share he pretended  to be hurt and offended which made you giggle. After that, he took you to the park. 

“A swing set!” you sang like a kid.

“Could you push me Dallas?” you pleaded. 

“Only because your pushin’ me dollface” he smiled.

You laughed so hard it made your stomach hurt. Dallas had pushed you up so high you thought you were going to go around the top bar. You half laughed half screamed for him to stop you. You got off the swing and tripped only for Dallas to catch you.

“Could you get any smoother?” You gasped.

“I don’t know but it looks like your falling for me” Dallas flirted.

You nearly wheezed at that statement. You looked around and tagged him out of the blue.  You broke into a full on sprint into an empty grass field. Dallas chortled lightly and ran after you.

You giggled while he chased you (I do that so much I don’t know why). You honestly tried your best to outrun him, but he caught you puling his arms around your waist.

You yelped and panted as you tuned to him. His eyes never left yours as he leaned in and closed his eyes. You put your pointer finger on his puckered lips.

“Whoa whoa big boy, at least take me to dinner first!” You laughed as he awkwardly opened his eyes and pulled back.


 Dallas pouted.

“You heard me” you smirked.

“Does that mean you’ll go out with me?” Dallas said returning the smirk

“Depends” you whispered in his ear.

Boyfriend! au - E’Dawn

Here’s a new series I’ve been trying to write in what little free time I have ! It’s a different style, but I think it fits my scatterbrain better than a normal story. So far, I am just going to write for Pentagon, and if people request it enough afterwards, I might possibly write for other groups ! Lemme know what you guys think. Enjoy reading :)

Originally posted by edawnn

(gamer! e’dawn)

  • You would be lying if you said you were attracted to hyo jung at first sight (sry edawn)
  • Like ofc ur not blind but the instant you saw him in the gaming cafe he was screaming in defeat…. So ofc ur like what a fuckin nerd lmao
  • Even tho ur no different you’re there to be a giant fuckin nerd too but that’s a okay
  • Luckily for you, the cafe is full the first time you go and you get to sit next to this crazy ass nerd & change ur life forever
  • The real reason why others don’t sit next to e’dawn is because he is the “king” of this cafe and intimidating af to other fellow gamers
  • Even tho you just saw him scream in defeat, that’s literally his first loss in the past month - he’s that good
  • …..at least until you start playing….

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