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Keith works out, Lance ogles happily, Pidge tries to analyze the nature of their PDA ... she swiftly regrets all the things.

Some very kind people have sent me some very kind asks and made me feel better about being sick lately — and suddenly, my fingers were doing a thing on the keyboard? This thing, specifically? Just, everyone is so very nice, and I hope you like this silly little one-shot about silly space boys :) (Special shout-out to the anonymous person that called out this idea before I posted! Such amazing psychic powers! :D)

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“But seriously, if my calculations are correct — shut your mouth, Lance, they are always correct — then Keith is initiating fifty two point seven percent of the times you make me want to invent brain bleach.” Pidge pauses to push her glasses up her nose. “Keith, care to offer some insight into this?”

“No.” Keith resumes lifting weights. Really, discovering the Castle’s weight room was one of the worst things that could have happened to Lance — now his boyfriend split his free time between training simulations and tossing around heavy things/running on treadmills. 

The Red Paladin had become a gym rat. The Blue Paladin was not surprised.

Also, Keith didn’t need more muscles, as Lance didn’t need that kind of heart attack. Even if watching those bicep strain was … nice.

“My boo is just too hot to trot for my banging bod,” Lance says proudly, flexing his own (not quite as big but still very impressive) biceps.

Keith stops lifting weights so he can face palm. Pidge stares up towards the heavens in supplication.

“That’s going in my notes as one of the top five worst things you’ve ever said. Maybe top three.” Pidge actually takes out her computer to write it down.

Keith, with his face still buried in one hand, points with his other and says, “I don’t know if I can kiss that mouth at all today. That was horrifying.”

“Fifty two point seven percent, querido,” Lance cheerfully reminds him. “Ain’t nobody buying what you’re selling.”

Keith shoots Pidge a despairing glance. “I mean, was the pining that bad, really? Would it be so terrible to go back to that?”

Lance has taken a seat directly across from Keith, lifting a set of weights (they were barbells with rocks on either end — Coran had said something about how one could alter the density, thereby making them heavier/lighter, but Lance had immediately gotten distracted by challenging everyone to a weight lifting competition and somehow it ended with Hunk bench-pressing Lance and Pidge, and Shiro trying to throw Keith over their heads? Lance still doesn’t quite understand what happened there).

“I feel like the reason Keith is macking on me in public more is because he’s kinda into the fact that he can,” Lance explains, grunting a little as he tries to mimic Keith’s moves. “I mean, the pining was so real — he had been staring lingeringly at me from afar for so long, and now it’s like, free pass to grope all the time.” Lance winks at Keith, who is venturing to peek at him from between his fingers. “Because you do. Have a free pass. To grope. Put your hands any —”

“I know.” Keith lifts his weights with relative ease, a small smile pulling on his lips. “And yeah, Pidge. Maybe that’s part of it.”

“Part of it?” Lance asks, somewhat breathlessly as he switches arms since his right one was starting to ache from the effort. “Dude. All of it. Your thirstiness is not to be denied.”

Pidge rolls her eyes, jotting down a few more notes from her perch on the jungle gym (like, with actual vines for swinging and bouncy giant lily pads — Lance could not get over how cool Alteans were). “Believe it or not, I actually came to that conclusion on my own — Keith is now thirty six point four percent more affectionate with everyone, not just you, Lance.”

“That’s … really sweet,” Lance says, feeling vaguely proud of both himself and Keith. The idea that he’s making Keith more willing to show his love to the rest of their space family … It’s a little humbling, and a lot of awesome. He can feel his cheeks heating up.

The weights Keith had been lifting are now on the floor as he walks over to Lance, lifting his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Lance is grinning at the flash of a still slightly soft tummy (Keith has muscle definition, but there’s a small bit of cushiness around his middle that Lance really loves). Lance stops grinning when Keith suddenly drops into his lap, straddling him on the bench without any warning.

“You’re forgetting something key, Pidge,” Keith is saying, glancing over his shoulder at the Green Paladin, who is looking annoyed and amused in equal parts.

“All right, enlighten me.” Pidge grimaces. “With as a little trauma as possible, if you please.”

“I think I’m gonna expire in a minute here, Pidge, mi hermanita querida, would you please spare me the humiliation and not witness this? Keith, whatever it is that you’re thinking —”

Keith covers his mouth with one hand, and Lance tries to speak past it, yelling his objections into the palm of a fingerless glove.

“See, notice how he can still talk?” Keith tilts his head in Lance’s direction, speaking with infuriating calm. “It’s a bit of a problem sometimes. But —”

The hand is gone. Lance is pissed off enough to start shouting, “Hey, you jackass, wail till I —”

Keith’s lips are on his. His mouth falls open automatically, and Lance sort of loses the thread of … reality. Pidge whips them both in the head with a towel, which is when his wondrous boyfriend pulls away, leaving Lance gaping, licking his lips, and contemplating if he should still be irritated.

“Efficient, no?” Keith asks, his dark eyes glinting.

Pidge is glaring at him. “Except for the brain bleach aspect. Which I am going to go work on now. With Hunk’s help, he is one hundred percent behind me on this. There are cameras in here, by the way, not that that’s ever stopped you before …” She gets up and walks out, though not before ruffling Lance’s hair and saying, “You’re such a goner, hermano.”

When she’s gone, and Lance is left with nothing but a smug Red Paladin sitting on his thighs, he huffs, jabbing at Keith’s chest. “So you’re kissing me to shut me up most of the time?”

“Not most of the time,” Keith admits, his smirk easing back into a smile. “But Pidge would have probably gagged if I told her the main reason.”

“It’s not the ‘can’t resist my stellar good looks’?” Lance pouts. “That’s a little disappointing.”

Keith presses a quick kiss to his mouth. He’s flushed from exercise, but Lance swears his cheeks get a little bit darker as he speaks, “It’s because half the time I think I’ve made up this whole stupid thing, okay? We got together at a freaking ball. There was a duel involved. And dancing in fancy suits.” Keith waves his hands around for emphasis before crossing his arms. “And we still argue like … It’s fine, but it feels like before sometimes, so I just … need to make sure it’s not. Like before.”

Lance follows these words until he understands where they’re leading and then … He’s blushing, and smiling, and pulling Keith in closer. “You … you need to make sure this is real. That you didn’t … dream it. Because … I’m that good of a dream, huh?”

Keith groans, burying his face in Lance’s shoulder. “Crap. Okay, backtrack, I never said anything, especially not that stupid, sugary pile of —”

“No, no take backs!” Lance sings. “I … sometimes have the same problem. So, uh, a good chunk of my forty seven point three percent contribution is exactly that.” He smiles up at Keith once the Red Paladin pulls back and sits up a little straighter in Lance’s lap.

“Yeah?” Keith leans down, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Yeah,” Lance whispers against his mouth … which is when a painfully loud alarm goes off, and they are simultaneously soaked in freezing water as sprinklers kick in. Lance shrieks. Keith falls backward off his lap to the now slippery floor.

“You have rooms. Go get in one!” Pidge yells over the Castle comm.

“Please!” That sounded like Shiro’s voice, a little distant from the microphone.

Lance is laughing and shivering, and Keith is back to being mortified, but they adhere to Pidge’s wishes (who knew what she might pull next? Lance wouldn’t put it past her to space them at this point), and take off running. Keith yanks Lance into the gym’s showers.

“No cameras in here,” Keith says, raising an eyebrow. “And I need a shower anyway.”

Lance is rendered speechless. He wonders if this counts as part of Keith’s fifty two point seven percent of PDA. He wonders if Pidge is all-knowing. And then there’s a shirt coming off, and warm water pouring from a shower head, Keith kicking off his shoes from inside the cubicle. Lance can’t think as Keith’s hands reach for his shorts … and then pause.

“Yeah, so you just wait right here — you can take your turn when I’m done.” Keith grins and slams the shower door in his face.

Lance wonders if there’s a way to flush a toilet on a space castle to turn the water into a frigid torture. He says as much out loud, kicking lightly at the door.

Keith is laughing, and Lance may or may not adore that sound more than any other in the universe, except for his mom’s affectionate scolding … So, he decides to wait until the Red Paladin is done and then do his best to up his percentage. Forty seven point three percent simply will not do, Lance thinks to himself with a goofy smile.

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Random one-shot after Objects in Motion? I think so :) If y’all wanna read about the ball, duel, and dancing, head over there. Thank you to all the wondrous people been so awesome to me! You’re all way too amazing for words, but I hope you guys enjoy these above words as a random “thank you!” :D

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That thing I think about a lot but never mention.

Pause - One Shot

Summary: Bucky interrupts your day to relax so you play a small joke on him and he retaliates in the fluffiest way possible.

Warnings: swearing, FLUUUUFFFFF

Word Count: 1267

A/N: This is a little gift for @denialanderror because you’re a dumdum and didn’t take the day for yourself like you should have! Since YOU wouldn’t do anything spontaneous and fun I wrote a silly little surprise one-shot for you. So there! You get at least one unexpected thing today. Also this is completely unedited, so try not to judge me if it’s terrible.

Originally posted by mcrvel

Lying half swallowed into the couch cushions, you had firmly planted yourself in front of the TV for a much-needed day of Netflix and nothing. It had been an incredibly long week and you wanted nothing more than to melt into the couch and forget everything about it with a Harry Potter marathon.

Nothing and no one would be permitted to drag you away or divert your attention back to the myriad of things on your to-do list. Which is exactly why you didn’t even bother to move to allow Bucky space to sit when he entered the room and tossed a Reese’s at you, motioning for you to make room for him. When you didn’t budge or look away from the movie, he haphazardly flopped down on the couch at your feet with his arm spread over the back cushions in your direction.

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Humour the Human (Alec Volturi x Reader x Jane Volturi)

“Geez you two are no fun.” You sighed watching the twins that were standing in front of you with no expression on their faces. They were told by Aro to ‘humour’ you to keep you out of their way. Babysitting was not what they enjoyed doing, especially with humans. “Aren’t you two teens? I would have though you were more…active… than this.”
“We have no time for games.” Jane said.
“Surely you two enjoyed doing something? Something that didn’t include torture or anything else less sadistic?” You tilted your head.
“No.”
“Never?”
“Never.“ 
“I refuse to believe you two haven’t made a fort or something.”
The twins gave you a blank expression and it dawned on you just what was being implied. “You two have never built a fort!? You two haven’t lived yet! Can we make one!?”
Jane and Alec were about to refuse when their masters words reminded them what they were supposed to do. ‘Humour the Human.’ Before any objections would be made you got up excitedly and forced the twins to follow you.

“BOXES! We need boxes!” You exclaimed, forcing the twins to help you find boxes. Once you had several boxes displayed in front of you. You clapped your hands together. “So for our walls I’d say we need about three of these giant ones stacked on each other. After a few minutes you finished the walls.

” Right you two, get in.“ The twins gave you a pointed look making you rethink your request. "Please?” You added. The two sighed in unison and you punched two hollow boxes to the ground leaving the box on top balanced. You wiggled your way out of the fort and grabbed A LOT of pillows. "Why have you got so many pillows?” Jane questioned. “Ammo.” you replied. “Ammo?” Alec asked.

 That was when the secretary was heading down the hall. She was at a perfect distance, you pressed your finger to your lips in a hushing motion. You readied yourself as the clicking of her heels got closer. The twins furrowed their brows what on earth were you doing? Then you threw the pillow and with perfect timing it hit the oblivious secretary. She stumbled with a squeak but recomposed herself. You had ducked down so all she could see were the twins blankly staring at her. She flinched when she caught their gazes and strutted down the hall once more.

 The twins looked down at you to see your wide smug grin. They felt the urge to laugh and seconds later they noticed how all three of you were stifling laughter. The three of you burst out laughing at the simplicity of the entertainment (whilst Jane and Alec also laughed at the discovery of how to play around with humans). You three spent the next few hours doing repeating the process and taking turns to collect the pillows.

Originally posted by vaice

Battle of the Holidays

Here’s a silly one-shot idea I came up with while at work. Hope you all like it.

Summary: Halloween and Christmas just aren’t meant to mix. Natsu accepted this without any questions. That was, until the pink scaled dragon met a glowing angel. They were destined to be enemies, but sometimes fate is meant to be ignored. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

I also don’t own any of the songs mentioned in this story. The songs go as followed: “The Christmas Shoes”, “You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch”, “Baby, it’s cold outside”, “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer”, and “Wonderful Christmas Time”.

Rated: T

Pairing: Natsu/Lucy

Genre: Friendship/Romance (With a tiny bit of angst)

Word Count: 6,909

Read on FF.net or AO3


“Thank you for shopping at Magnolia Mart. We will be closing in five minutes. Please make your final selections and bring them to the front. We will gladly check you out. We will reopen tomorrow at eight AM for your shopping convenience. And as always, thank you for shopping at your local Magnolia Mart.”

Natsu grinned. Or, he tried to grin. He still had a while until the spell would activate, giving him and his fellow Halloween friends the gift of life. See, Natsu was a dragon statue. During shopping hours he was an item available to be purchased, but when the employees clocked out and the doors locked, the Halloween decorations came alive.

No one knew how it started, or who was responsible for casting the spell. Somehow they all just knew about it, and that was what they accepted as fact. Everyone was just glad for the spell since it gave them a little bit of freedom.

Of course there was another aspect of the spell that Natsu had not been a fan of at first. Halloween decorations weren’t the only ones to come to life. Christmas decorations were the same way, and that infuriated him.

It wasn’t Natsu’s fault he had a hatred for Christmas. It was hardwired into his brain when he was built at the factory. All Halloween items felt the same way as him. It made it worse that Halloween stuff were set up the week after Labor Day, and Christmas was set up the next week after that.

Why the hell couldn’t Christmas just chill out?

Could it not wait until Thanksgiving was over with before stomping its way into the store?

These were some of the default thoughts programmed into Natsu’s brain. Natsu glared at the other end of the store. Halloween was set up in two aisles while Christmas got three aisles and a huge middle area for their decorated trees.

The nerve of them!

He loved it when it was just Halloween for a week. They partied, brawled, and had a grand old time. Natsu wished it could have lasted longer, but there was nothing to be done about it now. At least this gave him someone to fight!

Natsu heard someone make another announcement, claiming the store was now closed. It wouldn’t be long until he could stretch his wings and join the fight. Yes, Halloween really disliked Christmas. As soon as the spell would take over, the creepy decorations would attack!

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Shoot.

Originally posted by supernatural189

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader x Sam Winchester.

Prompt: “I loved you like you were my own brother!”

Warnings: None. Just an idea that popped into my head. :)

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Care Takers

Characters: Y/N Ackles (Reader), Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, Rob Benedict, Richard Speight, Paige and Erin Ackles (reader and Jensen’s two year old twins - mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x Wife!Reader

Warnings: gross behavior, snot, teasing co-stars, very light implied smut   

Wordcount: 1200ish

A/N: Silly little one shot inspired by Jensen letting Jared blow his nose on Jensen’s sleeve at BurCon 16.

Thanks to my sassy wonderful sissy @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this silliness for me.

NO HATE TOWARDS DANNEEL - I LOVE HER THIS IS FICTION. ASSUME SHE IS HAPPY WITH SOMEONE ELSE.

You all but ran off stage to the green room with Misha right behind you. You tried to kick him as he passed you. Pretending to be you, giggling like a schoolgirl and skipping, making fun of your excitement to see your husband again.

“Shut up Mish!” You laughed hitting his shoulder with your fist. “I haven’t seen him since last weekend dude.”

“Oh an entire week. How did you get through it,” Mark appeared, his voice laced with sarcasm making you pull a face of him as he joined you in your path towards the Green Room.

“How long have you been married for again? 4-5 years?” Misha smirked besides you making you pull a face at him.

“Almost 6,” you replied before making a dramatic sigh when the two men started laughing out loud. You put on your pretend angry face, but you knew they saw right through you. Your excitement were not easy to hide after all, since your husband was only a door away from you now.

“You know what! You two suck!” You pouted when they continued laughing at you. You pushed the door to the green room open and all annoyance instantly left your body with the sight of your husband. He was standing with his back against you talking to Rob, Rich and Jared.

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Kiss Land

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt Murdock was an insanely great kisser. And he absolutely loved to put his lips to use. 
Genre: Romance/fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Swearings, minor character death (just a mention), implied sexy times
1,752 words

Notes: While I finish the requests I have in my askbox, I decided to post this Matty one because I’m on his mood. <3 Just a silly one-shot without all his Daredevil drama (sort of). And also because I rewatched the kiss scene between Claire and Matt. Too many times. For my own good. Remember that italic parts are flashbacks. SO…I hope you enjoy it! ^_^


If there was something in your life that you just couldn’t deny, was that being Matt Murdock’s girlfriend had its fair amount of perks. 

In an overall, you were always safe, knowing he’d step up into the situation whenever something could happen. Sometimes it had some downfalls, but his senses were another great thing since he’d always know when and how to help you when you needed. 

And the list could go on and on, but there was one little thing that you completely loved the most and would always drive you crazy:

Matt Murdock was an insanely great kisser. 

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Cards Against Humanity

Oneshot.

Based on a request by @flandusgirl: I would love you forever if you write a fic if Dean finding the reader playing SPN cards against humanity and freaking out, but then he secretly plays behind the readers back

Warnings: some language

Author’s Note: This is my second request. I had a lot of fun writing this. It was very silly and fun! I hope you enjoy it my friends. Please like, reblog, and shoot me a friend request. I always follow back. Also, requests are open, so feel free to send me your ideas! xo kait

Originally posted by destihellhound

It was a rainy boring Sunday afternoon in the bunker. You had been staying here for over five months now, and you had become almost a little sister to the Winchester duo. Dean was taking a nap in his room, and Sam was off in the library doing some research. You were all alone, the raindrops echoing off the roof of the bunker, clouding your thoughts. You rest your cheek on your fist in boredom. Nothing a little Internet browsing couldn’t fix!

You take your laptop out from its hiding place under the sofa, and boot it up. Dean liked to get his hands on it whenever he could. You hid it here because you knew he’d never think to look under the couch. Busty Asian Beauties really did a number on your laptop last time.

As it’s humming to life, you realize exactly what you’re going to do to pass the time. Cards Against Humanity. It’s one of your favorite games! You log onto Tumblr and check out your Dashboard. You can only do this when Dean isn’t around. He’s constantly asking you questions about social media, as if it were a foreign language he couldn’t quite comprehend.

As you’re scrolling, you notice a link for a Cards Against Humanity Game. The category? Supernatural. You knew that Carver Edlund had written a book series about the boys, but they had never let you get anywhere close to reading it. Sam had Charlie block all of the books from your server. You had to click it. This was your chance at payback, for all the torture and teasing you go through on a daily basis at the hands of the Winchester brothers.

You click on the link for the game, and already seven other people are playing. The chat is filled with people gushing their love for Dean and Sam. You giggle to yourself, knowing that these two gorgeous mean are literally feet away from you.

Then you notice your cards, and you can’t help but laugh out loud.

And that’s just an example! You also notice something about Casa Erotica, Destiel, and Adam being stuck in the cage. Adam? Who the fuck is Adam? If Dean or Sam saw you playing this, they’d have your head on a spike. Your laughing has reached hyena levels now.

“What are you doing, Y/N?” A husky voice makes you jump, and you snap your computer shut. Dean stands in front of you in a button up plaid shirt and jeans, his hair sticking up in spots from sleep. Your heart is pounding in your chest.
“Nothing…” you say, not sounding very convincing. Dean looks at you with his side-eye stare. He knows something is up.

“I highly doubt that. Give me that,” His strength is no match against yours and, even though you struggle to keep the laptop in your grasp, he rips it out of your hands with ease. He opens up your laptop and his eyes grow wide. Dean stares at the computer screen for a minute, his eyes growing wider as his brain processes what he’s seeing. He looks over to you, with his mean face. The face he makes when you know you’re in trouble. When he speaks to you, his voice is low, almost too calm.

“Y/N, what in the hell is this crap?” He scrolls over your cards, making a different disgusted face over every one.  You fiddle with your fingers, still internally laughing, but scared for your life.

“A game, obviously, Dean.” You roll your eyes at him.

Dean makes a low growl in his throat and snaps the laptop shut.

“Yeah, a game about me and SAM, Y/N. A sick, twisted, game. Go get Sam, and right now, before I lose my freakin’ patience!” He runs a hand through his hair, points towards the library, and you get up off the sofa.

“Fine,” you say, huffing towards the library, “But apparently you and Cas are a ‘thing’ in the fandom world. Something called… Destiel?” Dean furrows his brow and emphasizes his finger towards the library. You raise your hands in the air in defeat, and go to find Sam in the library.

Meanwhile, Dean is sitting on the sofa still, your laptop in his lap. He lets the curiosity get the best of him, and opens up your laptop to the game.

“Let’s see what all the fuss is about,” He says, scrolling through your white cards. His eyes land on a set another player has just played.

“Oh isn’t that just fan-friggen-tastic?” Dean says, throwing his hands in the air in frustration, and putting his head in his hands.

You walk back into the living room and see Dean with your laptop open.

“Dean?” You say, knocking on the wall to get his attention.  Dean jumps about a foot in the air, and snaps the laptop shut. You hold your sides from laughing so hard.

“Nothing is funny here, Y/N. Be on your way.” He walks past you with the laptop to the library, so Sam can wipe this from his memory, and yours forever.

“SAM!” He calls, walking swiftly towards the library. “GET THIS FILTH OUT OF MY SIGHT! MY EYEBALLS ARE BURNING IN MY SKULL!”

You wipe your eyes of tears from laughing so hard, and follow him to the library.

“Squirrel, wait up!” You yell after him.

“SHUT YOUR CAKEHOLE, Y/N!” Dean yells in the distance, somewhere in the bunker.

Payback will be sweet for quite some time.

Originally posted by xxjustalittleunicornxx