seriously her legs are killing me

damn I’m reading chap 18 on insta and the comments are honestly so scary wth- everyone’s rooting for Sangwoo to finally kill her like ye I know she was rude and I’m honestly not that fond of her either but y'all are being way too much smh. Everyone’s saying stuff like “TEAR THAT BITCH APART BREAK HER LEGS AND CHOP HER INTO PIECES I’M GONNA KILL MYSELF IF SHE DOESN’T DIE” like seriously???¿¿¿¿¿¿¿????? update: y'all don’t even come at me saying ‘it’s just fiction’ because that doesn’t justify your gross behaviour. death is certainly to be expected in this manhwa and it wouldn’t bother me even if she dies cuz -as I already mentioned- I loathe her too. But could you guys be a little less childish and stop rooting for murder because someone was rude and is a possible ‘threat to your ship’?

symphogear gorls are great and awesome gorls


  • kicks punches ass in the name of friendship
  • lives and breathes the power of kung-fu movies
  • the most amazing, literally the sun
  • pure
  • she thicc, she kicc, she attac but she also protec - HER WIFE IS A LUCKY WOMAN
  • sucks at school but she tries! so! hard! we should all be like her uwu
  • shaped like a friend; will scream bloody friendship, then she will clothe you and feed you and introduce you to her wife
  • 10000/10 EVEN SO


  • strong willed!! never back down; the soul of the ultimate sword lesbian
  • her gf passed away and she has a shitty dad but LOOKIT HER GO AND CONQUER HER PROBLEMS WITH THE HELP OF HER PURE FRIENDS
  • her legs can and have killed me and every sapphic
  • her legs can and have destructed the nefarious enemy in the name of proteccing the purest squad in the universe
  • death by orgasm how about hearing her sing
  • seriously, 10000/10 yes go hella epic blue lesbian samurai


  • the epitome of boobs of steel
  • A for ace, angry and hella accurate (but who needs accuracy when you can SPAM ENDLESS MISSILES TO THE SOUND OF HARD ROCK)
  • saved by friendship, will SAVE OTHERS WITH FRIENDSHIP YOU GOT IT


  • the princess of kicking ass with beauty and grace and swords to the face
  • her hair is impossible and the most beautiful thing in the universe
  • prepare yourselves for her sexy as fuck contralto of danger and deadly feminine virtue
  • she takes a lot upon herself - we will protect her and carry her heavenly burdens
  • A+ character development of coming to terms with past trauma/identity issues and embracing herself in all its glory
  • the ultimate team mom - mess with her kids, y’all going down


  • smol and sweet and savage as hell
  • getchu and girl who can do a) cute and b) infinite gigantic buzzsaw yo-yos of death
  • yes, pink is for murderers
  • she cares so much! for her gf!
  • watching her build confidence with her friends is the BEST SHIT EVER
  • 10000/10 rollerblading to your demise with no fucks given


  • DESU
  • sun number 2
  • you might call her naive but if she wasn’t a person with no problems of her own WHO WOULD BE LEFT TO SHOULDER THE BURDENS OF OTHERS
  • reckless child please stop risking your life for your friends!!!
  • the most supportive girlfriend; helping her gorl get outta her shell, bridging the gap between her gorl and their friends
  • 10000/10 you give striped stockings a GOOD NAME


  • the most kind and gentle young woman, much support, such caring, serious wow
  • the luckiest wife of pure thicc sungirl
  • suffers because her wife goes off to war and she is worried
  • cooks a mean beef stroganoff
  • had a yandere/emo/edm phase
  • if you ever get anxious from intense hotblooded action just pause and look at her face
  • 10000/10 a smile that could end all wars (so her wife can come home)


  • samurai’s paladin girlfriend
  • extremely contagious ball of happiness and e p i c optimism
  • 10000/10 still kicking ass in heaven

AFTG Valentine’s Exchange 2017 for @rideaminuteinmystirrups! i’ve never written actual fic before, but I TRIED REALLY HARD I PROMISE. so here is a solid 1.3k on Robin and Neil’s friendship with a bit of Andreil for you. also on AO3. hope you like it :) @aftgexchange

It is twelve minutes past 3:00 in the morning, and if Neil is not mistaken, he just heard a knock at his front door. He was expecting Andrew to get here sometime during the night after his drive up from Raleigh, but why would he knock? Andrew has had a key since the day Neil signed the lease.

Resigning himself to the idea that maybe Andrew just lost it (even though he never loses anything), Neil grudgingly rolls out of bed and shuffles across his apartment floor. He unlocks the door and cautiously pulls it open, preparing himself for any number of his paranoia-induced nightmares to be waiting on the other side. The first thing Neil sees is a bright orange hoodie and a duffle bag held close to its owner’s chest. It’s startling, like looking at a carbon copy of his younger self. The other details of the person in front of him slowly piece themselves together through his sleep-addled brain, and his recognition startles him almost more than his previous assessment.

“Robin,” Neil says.

“Neil,” she replies.

He steps back and lets her inside without another word, pushing Sir out of the doorway with his foot so he can’t make a run for it.

Robin steps inside, glancing around the room with caution like she might decide to bolt. They’ve kept in touch, of course, but not as much as either of them would have liked. Robin’s new responsibilities as captain and Neil’s new placement on a team closer to Andrew’s didn’t make it any easier. But they do still talk at least once a week, which is why Neil is thrown off by her showing up unannounced. He stays at the door for a moment to give her space while she decides what to do. With a defeated sigh, she slumps into the couch and tugs her hood off. She pulls her dark, bushy hair into a ponytail just to get it out of her face, then turns to look at Neil.

He walks into the living room and takes a seat in the armchair several feet away. He tries to appear nonchalant, but he’s probably failing. He knows he can wait her out though, he’s had more than enough practice with Andrew.

One eternity later, Robin finally cracks.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a Stella Carlin where both of you like each other a lot but are too shy to do anything. So one day there's a huge rain storm and the electricity is out, and it's really dark, and everyone has to sleep in the cafeteria. When nobody notices, Stella pulls you somewhere private and you guys start making out. Thanks in advance!

It had been a shitty day from the moment I had woken up. They had given me some new inmate that had arrived the night before and hadn’t been given a proper tour of the prison, leaving me to that annoying task. The showers had ran cold by the time I had finished, leaving me to bath in the freezing cold. And now, a storm had hit, making the lights flicker and putting everyone in a bad mood.

“I hate this kind of weather,” I grumbled, running my fingers through my knotty hair, attempting to brush the knots out without needing to find my brush.

“Yeh, it’s really fucking shitty,” Piper sighed, brushing her wet hair out, somehow managing to hit me with droplets of water, even though we were at opposite ends of the bench.

“I swear if the power goes out, I’m gonna jump out a window,” I huffed, hoisting myself up on the bench and swinging my legs childishly, watching her continue to prepare herself for bed. As if on queue, the lights in the bathroom started flicking, before finally going out a moment later. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“Alright ladies, everyone out of the bathroom!” one of the new part time officers came storming into the bathroom, waving her baton in the doorway, glaring at anyone who passed her. “Go to your cubes and get your things, we’re all bunking in the cafeteria!” All the girls let out a loud groan, clutching their towels tighter around their bodies, not wanting to let anything slip, despite a majority of them being into girls anyway.

“This is ridiculous,” I sighed, picking up my discarded towel and toiletries and following the girls towards our cubes, cringing at the sheer darkness of the prison.

“Well atleast this way you’ll get to spend the night with your favourite person…” Piper winked, her eyes wandering to the opposite side of the room where Stella was stood, laughing at something with another inmate, a flash of jealousy rushing through me. “I don’t care how dark it is, if I see your two heads get close to one another, I’ll give you both shit for the rest of your time here…”

“Ok mum,” I rolled my eyes, picking up my mattress and rolling it as best I could, tucking it under my arm, along with some food, a pillow and a book to keep myself entertained. “Let’s just hurry up and go… I want to get a good spot.”

Stella POV

I threw my mattress onto the cold, hard cafeteria floor, looking around at the sheer amount of girls who had gathered into the small area. There were obviously designated areas for each ‘squad’, and Morello had somehow managed to score one of the back corners, giving us all ultimate privacy.

“Alright, who’s bright idea was it to all sleep in here,” Piper huffed, stepping over another inmate and throwing her things onto the floor, crossing her arms over her chest. “Do they realise that we could all die of suffocation?”

“I’d rather that than drowning to death,” Y/N piped up, dropping her mattress next to mine and collapsing onto it, nudging me with her elbow. “You’re my designated cuddle buddy for tonight.” I simply nodded, letting her scoot over so our heads were resting against each others, my arm itching to go around her, but refraining for fear of it being too forward and too in public.

“You’re two are so cute together,” Morello sighed, patting both of our legs softly, making me roll my eyes at her forward comment. “Don’t be sassy with me… We all know you like each other..”

“No we don’t!” We both stated at the same time, blushing at our synchronisation.

“We’re just good friends,” Y/N mumbled, looking down at her hands that were resting in her lap, making me frown slightly at her comment.

“Stella doesn’t look too happy about that,” Piper raised a brow at me, kicking my leg softly. “You have a thing for my baby?”

“Your baby?” Y/N chuckled, lifting her head back up to stare at her friend with a confused look. “I was kidding about the whole mum thing, ya know.”

“I take it quite seriously,” Piper shot me a deadly look, shaking her pointer finger at me. “You treat my baby good, ya hear? If she comes crying to me, I’ll kill you myself…”

“Piper, shut up and go to sleep,” Y/N rolled her eyes, manoeuvring herself so she was lying on her mattress with her head in my lap, my hands automatically running themselves through her hair. “That feels nice…”

“Don’t go to sleep,” I mumbled, tugging on her hair softly, raising a brow when she bit her lip slightly. “You have to stay awake to entertain me…”

“Entertain yourself,” she scoffed playfully, moaning softly when I tugged on her hair a bit harder than before, her bright eyes staring up at me through her lashes, almost challenging me to continue.

“Never knew you were the kinky type…” I chuckled, watching her blush at my comment.

“There’s quite a bit that you don’t know about me…” she muttered softly, her eyes wandering over towards the doorway into the cafeteria. I followed her gaze, noticing a majority of the room was either asleep or reading, with most of the guards slouched against the walls, completely knocked out. I pushed Y/N off my lap, scrambling to my feet and pulling her up with me, tugging her along behind me, tiptoeing across the inmates sprawled across the floor, thankful for the darkness that was keeping us hidden.


“Where the hell are we going?” I whispered, just narrowly dodging stepping on one of the inmates, following the frantic girl towards the abandoned and completely dark hallways. “Stella, we’re going to get caught!”

“Shh,” she shushed me, jiggling doorknobs as she walked down the hallway, finally finding an open room and pushing me inside, closing the door behind us and locking it.

“What are we-” I was cut off by her lips connecting with my own, her arms wrapped around my waist, my own coming to wrap around her neck. I tilted my head to the side slightly, almost collapsing at the feel of her soft lips against my own, her arms being the only thing keeping me upright. The kisses became more frantic, her hands sliding down my back until they were resting just below my bum, lifting me onto the table, standing in-between my open legs. She pulled away from my lips, her hands coming up to cup my cheeks, placing soft kisses all over my face.

“I’ve waited so long to do that,” she breathed out, raising a brow when I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pants, tugging her even closer to me. “What are you doing?”

“Sit on me,” I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her onto my lap so she was straddling me, my hands down resting on her ass.

“I thought you meant something else when you told me to sit on you,” she pouted, making me roll my eyes. “But I guess this is ok…”

“That comes later,” I winked, giving her a cheeky grin, cooing when a soft flush spread across her cheeks, obviously not expecting my forward comment. “But for now, I just wanna make out with you…”

“How romantic…”

Pan’s Pet pt2

Reader is a omega werewolf (teenwolf style) and being young and pack-less, she is taken to Neverland by the shadow. But things aren’t much better than home.

P.O.V change to first person bc I’m terrible writing ‘you’ instead of’I’ plz don’t b mad xx

Warnings: grapic-ish descriptions of gore-kinda. recount of mass murder :P general grumpiness


part 1


I didn’t leave that cage for weeks. I didn’t speak to anyone for weeks. I was fed from a bowl of scraps for weeks. I couldn’t feel my wolf side for weeks. I felt completely weak… for weeks.

Maybe longer.

I don’t really know. I was going off the phases of the moon. A whole cycle and a bit.

I was referred to as ‘mutt’ and ‘puppy’.

Felix got a kick out of calling me ‘the bitch’


I did notice that Pan never really used any names. Simply referring to me as ‘her’. 

He never had any insults or slurs anymore when he came to visit me.

But I still didn’t speak to him. I couldn’t even look at him for the first week or 2.

He’s started to smile when he brings me food or water. Often nicer things that Felix brings. He brings leftovers or scraps whereas Pan has brought me full pieces of bread and some apples.

I know what he’s doing.

He’s training me.


Just because he put a collar on me doesn’t make me an actual dog. 

I’d been planning an escape for a few days now. Make him think his plan is working, do what he asks, etc. Maybe he’ll let me out and I can make a break for it.

I finally had the guts to put my plan into action one morning when Felix got to me real bad.

   “Morning dog-breath,” he chuckled as he kicked a bowl of bones with hardly any meat scraps on them. “Is there a particular reason you’re on your own? Aren’t wolves meant to be in a pack?”

He crouched down and gripped the bars as I glared at him.

   “What did you do that no one wants you?” He said this as I instinctively pulled my lip back to bare my teeth, even though they were human.

He only laughed and walked away. 

I reached through the bars and began pulling off the small pieces of meat as I heard footsteps. 


I put my plan into it’s first phase.

I felt my lower lip quivering as my lack of blinking caused my eyes to water and ‘tears’ fell down my cheeks.

   “Don’t listen to Felix,” Pan said as he showed himself, walking out from behind a bunch of trees.

I forced a sob as I put a piece of meat between my teeth.

   “Here,” he held out a a plate with some chicken and a piece of bread.

I didn’t move to take them but I looked up at him.

   “I’ll just leave them here,” he put the plate next to the bowl Felix left and began walking away.

Here we go…

   “Thank you,” I said as quietly and innocently as I could.

He stopped walking and looked back at me with visible shock on his face.

   “So you do remember how to talk,” he said with a seemingly friendly smile.

I reached through the bars again and started pulling apart the bread.

   “Can I ask you something?” he said slowly.

I didn’t say anything but I looked at him again and nodded.

   “Why are your eyes blue?” he turned to me fully.

I honestly didn’t expect that, and my shock was evident.

   “Sorry,” he said. “I have met a few werewolves in my time but they either had gold or red eyes. Is it because you’re omega? Beta’s are gold and Alphas are red right?”

   “No,” I said slowly. 

   “No what?” he sat down on the ground and rested his arms on his raised knees.

    “I mean yes,” I started. “That’s right, but my eyes aren’t blue because I’m omega. We’re just betas so we usually have gold eyes.”

    “Can I ask why then?” he looked at my like he really wanted to know but I didn’t trust him.

   “It’s the same reason I was turned away from my old pack,” I said. I began to feel truly sad as i recalled what happened.

The blood everywhere, shreds of flesh under my claws, her blank eyes bore through me as she lay there, her heart beat once, twice, then never again.

She was the first.

   “I killed a girl,” I said finally. “Well, I killed more than one person but the first one turned my eyes blue for ending an innocent life,”

   “Seriously?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

I nodded. “I was new, and she scared me. I was in the woods trying to get away from some hunters and I was panicking because I couldn’t find my pack,”

   “You said she wasn’t the only one?” he leant forward a little on his legs and looked at me with genuine curiosity.

   “I hid in those woods for a day or two before the moon was full an dI hunted down the hunters,” I told him. It was the truth and I don’t necessarily enjoy the story but it was what happened. “I slaughtered all six of them one by one over the coarse of an hour. My pack deemed me too violent and blood crazed to be a part of their docile pack,” 

I exaggerated my anger a little but it was for show. He didn’t seem to pick up on anything.

   “You killed seven people?” he seemed honestly surprised. “You don’t look viscous,”

   “Well that’s because I’m a person not a beast,” I spat.

   “Right,” he looked down. “Sorry,”

I was getting tired with this charade.

   “You don’t need to act like you care,” I spun on my backside and turned away from. “I know you don’t. Just go away,”

   “You think I’m faking it?” his voice sounded a little offended.

I looked over my should and saw he’d stood up, with a very convincing hurt look across his childish features.

   “Obviously,” I scoffed. I jiggled the chain around my ankles. “I’m your pet why should I believe anything you say?”

He walked up to the cage and with a wave of his hands, it unlatched and the door swung open.

   “I rule over an island inhabited by lost and lonely children,” he waved his hand again and a leather cuff appeared around my wrist. “I have you kept here because they boys are scared of you and your abilities. Felix takes it too far but I truly care about your well-being,”

With a final wave of his hand, the chains vanished, but I could feel the cuff keeping my power away.

   “I don’t believe you but whatever,” I turned away from him again.

I heard him sigh as he stood.

   “You’re welcome to join us by the fire if you’d like Y/N” I heard him mutter as he walked away, leaving the cage open, clearly trusting me not to run.


gomustanggirl16  asked:

Oh God there's so many! I saw a few I thought would be good but #14 Darcy/Bucky please! I'll let you decide who does the supposed killing 😉

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis
Prompt:  #14 “Okay, I swear I’m not normally this creepy, but I broke my leg and have been spying on all the people across the street from me, and I could have SWORN I saw you kill a man.  Care to explain?”  (Rear Window AU/Disturbia AU)

A/N:  SHIELD Agent: Darcy Lewis.  Happens slightly before the events of CA:CW.

Darcy was seriously just minding her own business when it happened.  

Okay.  That was an outright lie.  

She was literally doing the opposite of minding her own business, but it sounded better than to say she was spying on her across the alley neighbor with a pair of binoculars.  

Because that sounded REALLY bad.  

In her defense.  She was supposed to be staking out an international drug cartel kingpin in Russia with her S.H.I.E.L.D partner, but she’d broken her leg while they were chasing him through Romania.  So, she was currently laid up in a random safe house until she was cleared to go back in the field.  

Which would be six to eight weeks, according to her physician.  Her physician who wouldn’t budge no matter the amount of money Darcy offered him.

And so now, she had all this chasing-a-drug-cartel-kingpin-adrenaline and nowhere to get rid of it.  

Plus, she couldn’t even leave the safe house or her cover might be blown.  The physician dropped off enough MRE meals, toiletry supplies, and a water filtration system when he came to put the cast on her leg.  

So she was effectively stuck here until her stupid leg healed completely.  

Which didn’t excuse her actual-facts spying on her neighbors, but she was an adult.  And she owned her flaws like one.  

Besides, if she hadn’t been spying, she would have TOTALLY missed the murder that was definitely going down in the quiet guy’s apartment.  

Quiet guy, who walked to the market daily and wrote in what looked like notebooks every morning.  Quiet guy, who carried a backpack with everything he owned inside like some kind of hobo, even though he had a teeny apartment. Quiet guy, who definitely did not see the guy sneaking out of his bathroom.  

Darcy pressed the binoculars to her eyes, grumbling under her breath as she watched the events unfold.  "No…no, no, no…Quiet guy…turn around!“  

The bathroom intruder got the jump on Quiet guy.  And Darcy was helpless, watching it happen.  

But then….  

Quiet guy reached back behind him, pulled the would-be-attacker off his back and strangled him.  With one arm.  

It was CRAZY TOWN.  

And before Darcy knew it, she was hobbling down to the street.  And climbing the stairs was no easy feat.  Going up, or going down.  

But she just KNEW this was something worth looking into.  Whether she was on forced rehabilitation or now.  

She had one hand on her taser, her gun was hidden beneath her jacket as she hesitated outside Quiet guy’s apartment.  

Because of course, once again, she’d run in half cocked and had no plan as to how the hell she was going to confront a man who could indispose and strangle a man single-handed.  (Literally!)  

Luckily, she didn’t have to think.  Because Quiet guy opened the door, backpack on his back and looking as if he was ready to bolt.  

She almost yelped.  Because apparently her S.H.I.E.L.D-issue binoculars weren’t all they were cracked up to be.  Once she got up close, she could tell.  

Quiet guy was actually The Winter Soldier.  AKA James Buchanan Barnes.  AKA Steve’s pal Bucky.  AKA, Someone who was definitely a person of interest.  

"Hold it right there,” she said, shifting both crutches to one side as she reached for her taser.  "I broke my leg, and might have been spying on all my neighbors through my back window…but I could have SWORN I saw you kill a man…care to explain?“  She tried to keep the waiver out of her voice.  He was a stone-cold assassin.  But she was trained to deal with him, right?  

Wrong, this guy shot the Black Widow.  Darcy was no slouch, but geez, she wasn’t any match for him.  Especially with her broken leg.    

His eyes looked cold and unfeeling.  He sniffed once and shook his head.  "Nope.”  

She pulled out her taser.  "It’d be really cool if you would.“  

He glanced down at her weapon.  "That a taser?”  

Shrugging, she nodded. “Yeah. It’s my weapon of choice.”  

“If I was you, I’d ‘choose’ the handgun you have in your back waistband,” he countered.  And Darcy could have sworn she saw the inkling of a smile.  

“I can help you,” she countered, jerking her head over her shoulder.  "I won’t blow your cover if you won’t blow mine.  Capiche?“  

"Pretty sure both of them are already blown, Doll.”  

“Look,” she said, arching an eyebrow.  "I pride myself on reading people.  That dude was a home invader.  I think if you look, you’ll find an illegal firearm with the serial numbers sanded off.  You’re not going to find any tech or recording devices.  He was probably after cash and would have shot you to get it.“  

Bucky shrugged.  "Better safe than sorry.”  

“Let me help you dump the body and you can hang in your apartment for a little while longer.  You like it here, right?”  

“I’d like it better if there wasn’t someone peeping on me through my window,” he replied, his tone dry and deadpan.  

Darcy rolled her eyes.  "You say peeping like I’m getting some kind of sexual enjoyment out of watching you and your boring life.  Did you buy anymore apples today?  Mama likes the apples, babe.“  She winked and reached for her crutches.  "C'mon, Quiet guy.  Let’s go dump your body.”

“They weren’t apples.  They were plums,” he corrected her.  And this time, there was definite smirkage going on.  

“I have GOT to get better binoculars.”  

You Look Good

Here is Part Seven in “Record Year”

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 927

Dean can’t stop looking at the reader. She just looks so good to him. No matter what she’s doing.

A/N: Please don’t post my writing on any other site without my permission.
A/N2: If you want tagged in Record Year or anything else, send me an ask.

           You didn’t have to open your eyes to know Dean was looking at you. You could feel his eyes on your body. When you did open your eyes, your suspicion was proven correct. Dean was propped up on his elbow just looking at you.

           “Morning,” you smiled.

           “Morning,” he leaned forward and kissed you softly.

           “How long have you been watching me sleep?” you asked, turning on your side to face him.

           “A little bit,” he answered, barely trailing his fingertips along your cheek, “You’re just so beautiful. I can’t help it.”

           You blushed slightly, “Dean …”

           “Baby, I’m serious. You look good all the time and I just can’t help but look at you. I’m honestly afraid you’re going to disappear most days.”

           “Not going anywhere,” you said, “You don’t have to worry about that one happening. You’re stuck with me.”

           He pulled you into his arms, “I’m okay with that.”

           You giggled, kissing him, “I thought you might be.”

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A Walk To Remember

Requested by @johnscupoftea - Reid and the reader go hiking

Title : A Walk To Remember

Pairing : Spencer Reid x Reader

POV : Third Person

Word Count : 1090

A/n : I don’t know how I feel about this fic, please let me know. I love Spencer but I suck at writing him and it drives me up the wall. 

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

There were a lot of things that annoyed Reid. Bullies, unnecessarily angry people, the fact that he was a genius and still couldn’t come up with a cure for alzheimer’s.

The Outdoors.

This might seem like the most irrelevant one on the list but trust me it isn’t. Because Spencer could tolerate everything else, he could learn to get over it. He couldn’t however get over his annoyance over the wilderness.  It was just really big, and creepy and had bugs and bears.

“Y/n if you don’t stop that I am going to hurt you” Spencer growled as Y/n continued to sing nursery rhymes.

“ Why,don’t you like it” she smirked , continuing to push through the branches that blocked their way.

“Not really”

“ Well it keeps me calm so shush.

If you go down in the woods today
You’re sure of a big surprise
If you go down in the woods today
You’d better go in disguise!

For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain
Because today’s the day the
Teddy Bears have their picnic

He slapped a hand across her mouth “ I am serious stop” he hissed.

 She laughed against his hand and ran up the hill.

“ You really don’t like the woods do you?” She asked, her hands on her hips.

“ Not particularly” he panted trudging up with the hill.

“Well I do. I also like my bed and would like to get back to it. So the sooner we find this lost dog the sooner we can go home.” She sighed, giving him a hand and pulling him up.

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Jeff x OC

Originally posted by imagineseverywhere

Part 1

Warnings: Language. Fluff (not yet)

I do not live in America so I am sorry if I get things wrong but I tried my best :)

Walking into the library, I searched for my idiotic brother, Clay. He was once again tutoring Jeff. History, I think it was. Once my eyes landed on the both of them, I started walking over. My eyes were on the back of a certain person head. Jeff. Ever since I met him - by Clay - I’ve had this butterfly feeling in my stomach when we talk or catch eyes. Yeah, I know, Cheesy. Right? I’m nothing like my brother. I’m not socially awkward or shy when it come to feelings. Well, not usually. But for some reason, Jeff makes me shy and nervous when he’s around.

Once I reached the table I place my bag on the floor next to Clay and sat on the empty chair which caught both men’s attention. “Hey, Liv.” Clay greeted first. I rolled my eyes at the nickname as I felt another pair of eyes on me. “Will you ever stop calling me that.” I sigh. “Nope.” He replied popping the ‘P’.

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Mortifer - Pt. 2

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Pairing: Hoseok x reader

Summary: Hoseok is what you call a mystery. You don’t know anything about him except for the fact he works at your favourite coffee shop. Until he gets you out of a dangerous situation one day. You want to grow closer to him but in order to find answers, you’ll have to face his demons.

Word count: 6.5k

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Fallen Angel! AU

Warnings: depression, attempted suicide, drug/alcohol abuse, mentions of death

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FAM CHOI YOUNGJAE IS LITERALLY BOYFRIEND ASF. It was so sweet he helped her and talked to her. And even tried to make her feel comfortable. I would have been staring at him nonstop. He is such a gift. Sadly I didn’t get to watch this part of the Live fanmeet because the persons thing cut out. But I did watch most of it. My heart was so happy. He’s amazing.

Pause but did y'all see my other bias booty in those leather pants?!?!?! And THOSE LEGS.

Now BamBam’s extra ass. I should’ve known he was gonna do this shit again. 😂😂 What is this his 3rd time? I cannot. But she got him back by pulling him towards her like he was literally shook. That’s what you get. 😋

Yugyeom’s english this whole entire fanmeet had me grabbing my chest, I was like yes. And the way he shielded that girl from Jaebum would’ve had me on the floor. BamBam’s “Go back to your seat” to Jaebum had me crying.

I can’t wait to seriously meet them. I would kill to be their friends tbh. They are so relatable and goofy and friendly it makes me happy.

Credit belongs to rightful owner. This is not my video.

fire in, fire out

Tom’s idea of comfort is usually hit or miss, but this time it’s pretty spot on.

[Tom & Harry grew up together in foster care before Hogwarts modern AU, mostly just some banter & hurt/comfort, pre-slash.]

“Today went rather badly for you.”

Harry burrowed further under his covers and ignored the voice. Fuck, of all the people in the world, why did it have to be Tom that had joined Harry in his dorm room? Everyone else had left Harry to his moping. Why did Tom have to be any different?

He heard footsteps come closer and then a rustle in the curtains covering his bed completely from view.

“Really, a sticking charm?”

“Yes. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of the concept, but it’s to keep people out. All people.” With a groan as Tom simply undid the charm, Harry added, “Forever.”

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What’s in the Juice?

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Characters: Grell Sutcliff and William T. Spears
Rated: G or whatever
Word Count: 1399
Inspired by @pigeon-daddy ‘s juicy adventure

William mumbled, obviously aggravated as he sorted through the paperwork that had just been dropped off at his office. Apologies had been piling up the last few days and he wondered why these reapers were so incompetent at their jobs. He expected this from beginner reapers, but not from older, more experienced ones.

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anonymous asked:

94 and 69 with PhilDosia!

#94 “I bet I can make you scream my name.”

Theodosia wouldn’t say she was frightened on her first day at University, she was more…apprehensive. It was just such a big place, with so many strange people walking around. Like the young man strutting towards her for instance, with the smug, self-satisfied grin on his face.

“Hey there, you wanna make a bet?” he asked, his voice smooth as he leaned close to her.

“Uhhh, okay.” She said hesitantly. The guy’s grin grew and he leaned in closer.

“I bet I can make you scream my name.”

W e l p

“The fact that I do not even know your name may prove to be a problem with that.” Her voice was flat, factual, and altogether unimpressed. It through the boy for a loop.


“This opens a whole new range of issues, like the fact that you would ask for sexual favours from a girl that 1.) you don’t know the name of, and 2.) who doesn’t know yours. To be honest, it’s sick, you’re sick. Good day.”

And with that she got up and left, head high and thoroughly annoyed. Behind her, another boy ran up to stand beside her harasser.

“So did it work, Philip?”

“What’dyou think, Georges!? Of course it didn’t!”

# 69 “Why the hell are you bleeding!?”

The door to their communal dorm flew open and Philip sat up on the couch, eyes wide at what he saw.

“Why the hell are you bleeding!?” he cried, racing to Theo’s side, leading her into the dorm.

“A couple of assholes were on Lucy’s case again.” She growled out, following Philip into the bathroom, “I handled it.”

Philip shook his head, but smiled slightly as Theodosia climbed up onto the counter, her legs swinging over the side.

“I wish you’d stop fighting.”                                

“Oh yeah, and let you and Georges have all the fun? I don’t think so.”

“Your dad’s gonna kill me.”

Theodosia laughed, and it sounded like little bells. Philip’s heart beat a little faster.

“I told you, he likes you, he just won’t show it or he’d never hear the end of it from your dad.”

“That sounds fake, but okay. Now hold still, this may sting.”


- Their ridiculously similar and intersecting histories: like they were literally both used as dehumanized weapons for most of their lives. They BOTH had to be desensitized to such great degrees, making them both killing machines. ***AKA Natasha is to the Black Widow program what Bucky is to the Winter Soldier program

- If the AMAZINGLY EPIC storyline that exists in the comics will be brought to life, that means gems like sparring scenes and badass tag teaming and Spy Romance

- Both currently have a serious disconnect with their own identity. Natasha is almost there, especially in Civil War, but she’s still struggling to define herself outside her work and outside of her being a tool for S.H.I.E.L.D. And similarly Bucky is still trying to seperate himself from the soldier.

- They can understand each other more than most others - they both have killed SO MUCH and want redemptiom, to wipe out the red and to have their agency back



- “I saved you for a change.” 💔

- He shoots at her and she strangles him with her legs. That’s a power couple if I ever saw one ;)

- He liked her weapons enough to pick them out from the Quinjet it Civil War???

- He nearly stopped her from wearing bikinis 😏

- But seriously, like how badass would their pairing be? I mean their motorcycle and combat skills combined is just👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

- It would make Sebastian Stan very, very happy


Jeffrey’s Hill (M) Part Seven

SUMMARY: “Don’t go to Jeffrey’s Hill,” he warned. “A lot of shit goes on there. Even the police ignore crime reports that surface from there.” You rolled your eyes. “What is everyone so afraid of?”  

Your brother sounded grave. “The power of the Chimera.”

GENRE: violence, angst, a little bit of humour (because it’s me) and the occasional tonsil-hockey.


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DISCLAIMER: Any GIFs, external images, etc. used are not mine unless specified otherwise. Credits go where they rightfully should. The GIF below is mine, it’s been a while! :)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Just to clear something up, I’m aware that some of you may have gotten the notification for this part of Jeffrey’s Hill being up last night. I was writing it at midnight, and I was too tired to finish it, so I tried to save it as a draft and accidentally clicked on “post” instead. I apologise if you thought it was a glitch, it was just me being too tired to function. But the part is up now, and I hope you like it!


YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN CUT BY GLASS IF MARK HADN’T pulled you to the floor. You gave him a grateful look, and he returned it with a small nod. Together, you got to your feet, quick to analyse the threat around you.

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Cold Champagne

Summary: The apocalypse is coming to an end and you know you’re basically going to lose everyone, because unlike your friends you’re not a key player in this story. But, before it all gets ripped from you, you just want to spend some quiet time with your friends, and tonight it’s Castiel’s turn.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word count: 1410

Warnings: fluff, angst (I think?)

A/N: If you read this and recognize what it’s (very closely) based on, 1) you’re awesome 2) you get to pick the next reader insert I publish (any character, just no wincest or destiel please. I wouldn’t be comfortable writing it but if that’s your thing you do you honey, I’m not here to judge) Also shout out to my shower for being the place where I come up with these.

Originally posted by natalieslusarek

Your name: submit What is this?

The sun has set; the stars are almost out now. You shake the blanket as you lay it on the grass, under what would be the shadow of branches if it were still day. You’ve parked your car not very far away, but it’s still out of sight; all you can see is the river, further down, and the darkening sky ahead, the edge of the forest surrounding your spot. 

When you’re done placing everything, you light the mosquito-repellant candles and satisfied, take a breath before starting to pray. 

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Dimensionalist pt 4

Dimensionalist pt 4

Avengers x Reader x Avengers Cast

A/n: Phew! So I know that Sherlock had a very brief part but I will try to make more room for him!! Jefferson will stay frequent, as I have made it to where he doesn’t have Grace and he can still portal jump. By the way, the story starts a week after the youknowwhat. Thanks for sticking around this long, babes.

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Suspense, Friendship, Mystery, Family

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Swearing, different dimension reader, Duplicates, violence, slightly graphic content, slight nudity.

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

I stretched and groaned a bit, snuggling into the covers more. A warm hand gently rubbed my healing side, tracing the scars where my metal arm and leg was infused to my body. I opened my eyes and sighed, turning around and Bucky had on a grin.

“Good morning baby.”


Bucky leant down and gently kissed me, his lips encasing mine and he sighed a bit. He kissed my neck and stated.

“You have lots to do today. Tony wants you in the lab and Steve and I are going on a mission.”

I sat up slightly and asked, rolling my eyes when Bucky’s eyes trailed along my naked body.

“Where are you going?”


I grinned and mocked.

“Konichi Wa!”

He grinned and shook his head.

“How did I not know you were going to do that?”

I giggled and sat up all the way, stretching. The metal plates in my arm shifted and the plates on my leg warmed up a bit. I stood up. Even though I wouldn’t allow sex, I still slept naked. I was glad that Bucky understood why no sex. I was still a little traumatized. The Ego’s were getting used to being here; Chris E was having the time of his life. Chris was very open to the new dimension and I was happy that he was. Jeremy and Robert were still a little suspicious about this place but I continued to reassure that they, and everyone else, were safe as long as they stayed in the Tower. Scarlett, Aaron, Hemsworth, and Mark were neutral. There were some things they liked and others they didn’t. Pietro and Wanda helped them get used to everything, though Pietro was still awestruck about Aaron. I was teaching everyone about the different dimensions and it was quite funny to see Thor sit down right beside me and ask me questions. I got on my jeans and tank top and trudged out, ready for the new day.

“Ah, Lady (y/n) you have arisen!”

Thor greeted with a smile, hugging me. I wheezed and laughed.

“Good morning, Thor. You haven’t attacked your pop of tarts yet?’

Tony piped up, sipping his coffee.

“No, he ate them already.”

I laughed and Thor set me down.  Steve waved and I mock saluted. He grinned and Chris asked.

“Are you going to tell us about your trips again?’

I nodded and Pietro speeded through, kissing my temple.

“Good morning (Y/n).”

I smiled and patted his cheek. Wanda gasped when her pop tart was stolen and yelled.

“Dammit, Pietro!”

Pietro stuck his tongue out and taunted before running off.

“Neener, neener, neener! You can’t catch me!”

Wanda looked at me and I put my hands up.

“Hey, don’t look at me. I had nothing to do with this!”

Everyone chuckled and Steve asked.

“Where’s Bucky?’

“I guess he went back to sleep. ‘Too early for this shit’ I guess.”

Everyone rolled their eyes and Clint popped out from the vent beside me. I smirked and asked.

“Navy blue and black? Seriously? I think I see gold and white to be honest.”

Clint glared at me and Scarlett grinned. Tony groaned in exasperation and pointed.

“Don’t you even get started on that again, (y/n)! Not only is that scientifically wrong, it’s scientifically annoying.”

“Actually, I think you meant to say psychologically annoying. Annoyance is a feeling that originates from the side lobe of your brain which means that annoyance cannot be scientifically, it’s psychologically.”

I grinned at Tony’s awestruck face and he asked.

“Ok, when did you get so smart?”

“I went to school once, darling.”

Steve was chuckling and Tony stormed out. Thor had on a confused face and I patted his arm.

“I’ll teach about that stuff later, ok?”

He nodded and Sebastian asked.

“How come you’re not in school anymore?”

I looked over and shrugged.

“I dropped out. They might say ‘oh her arm and leg will be a distraction and we can’t have that.’ Yeah, it’s a distraction alright. ‘Might snap your neck’ kind of distraction.”

I shrugged and Steve shook his head. I looked at him.

“What? It’s true!”

“I know, I know. But why would you kill someone anyway?”

I shrugged and Steve rolled his eyes and facepalm’ed.

“I seriously worry about you sometimes, doll.”

Steve walked off, shaking his head and I called.

“I love you too Steve!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He disappeared through the doors and I grinned at Chris.

“Your alter ego really loves me.”

He laughed and observed.

“I can tell.”

Bucky walked in and I gasped.

“He’s alive!”

Bucky glared at me and I stuck my tongue out. Clint put a plate of waffles in front of me and I looked at him.


“What’s wrong with waffles?’

I shrugged.

“I don’t know, I just…you get the jest.”

He nodded and opened a folder.

“Are you going on the mission with Steve and Bucky?”

Clint nodded and replied, ruffling my hair.

“Yeah, Natasha and Thor have to go to. Bruce is being left behind for obvious reasons.”

I groaned.

“I gotta stay with the Science bros? They’re going to blow up everything.”

A voice from the intercoms said.

“Uh, excuse you. Have you no faith in me?”

“Go away Tony, stop listening in!”

“I would hear you anyways because you, my dear, are loud.”

I stuck my middle fingers up.

“Can you hear this?”

Tony sighed into the intercom.

“You are so annoying.”

“You love me anyways! Bitch, I’m like alcohol. I’m addicting.”

Jefferson piped up.

“But gross at first.”

I looked at Jefferson, who was seated in between Aaron and Scarlett. He was sipping tea, his hair in the curly up do he had and he was reading the paper. He looked at me and I ordered.

“Jefferson, shut up.”

He gave me a look and I felt my skin crawl.

“And don’t look at me like that.”

He widened his eyes and leaned in, making my skin crawl even more and I put my hands over his face.

“Why can’t I look at you like this, hm?”

“Because when Sebby gives me that look it means I did something wrong.”

I laughed and Sebastian rolled his eyes, shaking his head. I grinned and Jefferson just sighed. Suddenly my skin crawled and I felt the portal spark. The elevator opened and Hansel, another one of Jeremy’s alter egos, came stumbling in. He was bloody and I gasped.


I ran to him as he fell over and he coughed, holding onto me for support.


He whispered. I shook my head and looked up at everyone as Hansel lay in my lap, looking up at me with tired eyes.



Sympathy- A Peter Parker Imagine

@alejandra1358 Requested: Could you do an imagine where a guy is bothering you/harassing you and Peter your boyfriend defends you from the guy when he sees you trying to helplessly get rid of the guy.

This is based off of a real life account! Message me if you want to hear the whole story!


Your sympathy for people had always gotten the better of you. You believed that everyone deserved a chance, and that was your blessing and your curse. People complimented and criticized you for it. Many saw you as loving, but others saw you as naive. However, this was a quality that Peter had always admired in you, but warned you about. He loved how incredibly warm and loving you were, but he always told you to be careful, in case someone took advantage of you.

Will was seemingly harmless at the beginning. He texted you every so often about how beautiful your eyes were, and how incredibly kind and angelic you were. You were honest with Peter at the beginning about the texts, knowing that it would blow up in your face if you didn’t. Peter was not happy in the beginning, but you convinced him that the kid just needed a good example in his life, and that good example was going to be you.

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