some days i look twenty five

Mr. Min - Chapter 03

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 26,490 (whoopsy doodle)

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, abusive elements, breath play, punishment, a lot of demeaning names, high levels of assholery

Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 - Ch 06

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Hades!Harry pt. 1

  A/N: “Could you write about Hades!Harry??xx” I’ve never written anything like this before but i was so excited to step out of my comfort zone. I got a bit carried away so there will be a Part 2. Enjoy!

    Y/n didn’t find herself in scary situations that often. Her days consisted of tending to the crops, making sure her younger siblings are fed three times a day, and treading the two hour journey to the nearest market to sell anything she possibly could for extra cash. Her routine had been this way since her parents were killed out at sea a year ago. That’s all she knows; no major details or even a chance to bid them farewell.  

   They left, one morning, with the intention to trade goods with villagers that resided a couple hundred miles east of the Atlantic. They promised her and her two younger brothers that they would return in a month’s time. Unfortunately, the day after they departed, Y/n received a knock at the door and an unsealed letter with no return address stating that her Mother and Father had died. 

  “Ship caught fire. There were no survivors, sorry for you loss” 

    Y/n had been only seventeen at the time, but her wisdom was well beyond her years. It was that very wisdom that allowed her to take charge of the household and become the new guardian for her brothers. She wouldn’t call the death of her Parents ‘scary’. Incredibly tragic? Yes. But she had been raised to take on challenges when they’re thrown at her.

   The girl always stood by that, even when she found herself being dragged out of bed in the middle of the night by two dark figures. She kicked, flailed and scratched every chance she got. There was no way they would take her without a fight. The brawny black figures had managed to pin her down to the bed and tie her hands behind her back with chains. She blew a stray strand of hair from her face as they picked her up and made their way towards the door. She began to wonder how she had not heard them break the door down. 

 'God I’m so stupid’ she thought to herself, though she knew very well that even if she had heard them break into the cottage, she would’ve ended up in the very same position.

   Just before they carried her passed the boys’ room, she was able to peek in and see that they were staring back at her in sheer terror. Her heart broke. She was helpless and she knew they felt the same. It was obvious that whoever these people were, didn’t take an interest in the children and that was the only bright side she could find in this predicament. They throw her in the back of a horse-pulled carriage, one of the men stayed in the back to make sure she didn’t escape somehow. The floor of the carriage was covered in dirt and hay, the walls of it were just high enough to hide her from anyone passing by.

   The man beside her, who she could now see was wearing all black armor, proceeded to tie a cloth of some sort across her mouth to prevent any screaming. He left her nose exposed, which gave her the idea that they wanted her alive for some reason. 

 Numerous hours later

 The sun began to rise and she regained consciousness. She didn’t remember falling asleep but she couldn’t blame herself, she’s human.  The carriage came to an abrupt halt, which caused her to hit the top of her head on the wooden barrier. “mmh!” She groaned in pain; the man that had sat with her the entire night, flashed her an unapologetic smile. A few seconds later she was being lifted once again and pulled out of the cart. 

  She took this opportunity to look around and try to figure out where the hell they had taken her. It was like nothing she’d ever seen.

 Before her, stood a castle, bathed in charcoal colored bricks and dressed with Gargoyles at the large, Redwood double-doors. Her feet were still bare and she couldn’t help but wince every time she stepped on a pebble. The armor clad men showed no remorse as they pushed and pulled her every which way. The doors opened slowly, almost as if the structure itself had been expecting her.

  Once inside, her feet were brought relief by the cold marble flooring in the corridor; her eyes darting across the room. She spied million dollar paintings, two grand stair cases, and several stone pillars that kept the manor standing. It was hard to miss the other knight-like men who were posted at just about every corner. Without a moment to think she was, yet again, being guided rather roughly to a location that remained unknown to her. She gave up fighting a long time ago, figuring that if she kept her sanity in tact, she may be able to think up a way to save herself or find someone who can.

  They dragged her up the set of stairs to the left, and through a massive hallway. The walls in this particular area were made, not of wood or stone, but of skulls. Hundreds, possibly thousands of skulls, bound together to form a wall. She wondered how they did it, and if those people had been killed for that dumb reason. Y/n couldn’t help but wonder if her head would be an addition to the foyer. After examining the enclosure, she decided to look straight ahead. 

There at the end of the hallway, was another set of cherry colored doors. one door was slightly ajar and it allowed her to peek inside, the same way she did as she passed the room of her brothers not so long ago. She saw what looked to be a bed, a big one; garmented in a duvet the color of blood.

A bedroom?

They dropped her, upon their arrival to the room. They finally removed the chains from her arms as well as the cloth from her mouth. She fell to the floor, her arms covered in bruises and welts. She turned to face the men and opened her mouth to demand answers but was cut off off by the sound of another. A deep, raspy voice; coming from somewhere in the spacious room. 

“So glad you could make it”

She turned back to face the front, eyes locking with a man. He was tall and fit. He was someone she had seen before, she just couldn’t put her finger on where. “do i- hmm” she started but had stop and clear her throat, it had been hours since she had some water. “do i know you?” she asked, sheepishly. Something about his presence intimidated her.

“Yes and no” he smirked. He sauntered over to where she was sitting on the ground, rubbing at her sore arms. He crouched down to her level “you’ve probably seen me in an old carving or something of the sort” he ran his index finger across her jaw. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

‘i’m Harry. Although, if we’re being cordial I should give you my real name” he sighed. “Hades, lord of the underworld”. He studied the blank expression she was giving him. 

“I mean I added that bit about the underworld. Has a nice ring to it” he stated She still said nothing. “I’m not fond of it either, that’s why I make people call me Harry” he smiled before standing. She stared up at him, swallowing what moisture she had left in her dry mouth. 

“oooh don’t look at me like that” he chuckled. biting his bottom lip.

She clears her throat again “Why am I here?” her voice is smaller than its ever been. Part of her hoped he didn’t hear, afraid of how he would react. “Well, doll” He breathed. “I’ve been lonely for quite some time now. I used to have a lovely wife but….let’s just say….I let my temper get the best of me one evening” he snickered. She heard the men behind her stifle their laughter as well. 

“Anyways, i want another but I have standards. I’m five thousand years old, i’m not getting any younger and I know what you’re going to say ‘Harry you don’t look a day over twenty-three!’” he shrilled in a high pitched nasally voice. 

“I wasn’t going to say any-”

“Shh! I haven’t finished my monologue” he interjects. She, boldly, rolled her eyes.

“Long story short, you’re a smart, headstrong, young woman. I started watching you after your parents died…sorry about that by the way it wasn’t my intention” he confessed. Her eyes widened but she was frozen in shock by what she  had just heard. She waited for him to explain what he meant by that.

“I had gotten in a fight with Poseidon and it got a little out of hand I really am sorry, darling” his voice was filled with atonement. He looked back to her, searching for any sign of forgiveness. Even though was was the god of all things bad, he still possessed somewhat of a heart. She nodded, sensing a little bit of guilt in his words.

“What i’m trying to say here is, You’re my new Wife!” he declared. 

Part Two

Summary: Here’s part one, if you missed it: Part One

Fic Type: Eric Coulter x Reader, Tattoo Artist!Reader, smut

Warnings: strong language, smut, unprotected sex (assume reader is on the pill; wrap it before you tap it, kids), kinky af

Author’s Note: Wow. Okay. So, The Challenge: Part 1 was really successful, and a bunch of people like it, apparently. So here’s Part Two and a whole lotta smut. (I’ve only written smut like twice before this so please don’t kill me if this sucks.)

Also: I know that tattoos need to be covered and cared for, but since this occurs in the future we are just going to pretend that you get the tat and you’re good, m’kay?

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friendship da(y)te

summary: au where simon and baz are best friends and friendship day comes around. okay, i promise it’s not that lame,, please read my fic

word count: 1.4k

this is for @carryon-valentines day 1: friendship day

i’m sorry i might’ve made it less friend and more SHIP but yeah


“BAZ!” I yell as soon as I spot his tall, lean figure heading towards me. “Happy Friendship Day!”

I run towards him and envelope him in a bone-crushing hug.

“You too, Snow!”

His arms come up around my waist and we just stand there. Holding each other. Like we’ve done so many times before. Not romantically.

But I wish it were.

Romantic, I mean.

It’s been this way for months now, since I figured it out. That I liked Baz. He’s my best friend, he’s been my best friend for years, and I know everything about him. Only later I realized that my obsession with him was not just because of our strong friendship.

It was because of his deep, grey eyes and how they twinkle when he smiles.

It was because of his silky, soft hair that falls in perfect waves- framing his face (really, everything about him is a piece of art.)

It was because of making him play the violin not just because he’s brilliant, but also so that I could watch him focus while his eyes are shut.

Yeah, I’m obsessed. And I don’t even know how to tell him because…

What if he takes it badly?

It might fuck up our friendship.

And there’s no way in hell that I’m taking that chance.


I can see his mop of bronze curls from a mile away, and I can recognize them within seconds. Because I’m whipped. He hugs me as soon as he sees me, and I hold him there, just like I do all the time. I rest my head on his, and I breath in his smoky, refreshing scent that’s all too familiar by now. I don’t think he knows that I love him, and I don’t think he realizes how much it pains me to celebrate “Friendship Day” with him, because honestly. Enough of this friendship thing. I’m pretty sure I fell for him two days after we met, but he’s a moron and he’s straight. So. I just wallow in my misery everyday. We have only a few minutes here anyway; he has to go to his classes (astrophysics- his first class on Tuesday mornings) (it is sad that I know that) and I have to go for mine- History (honestly a really boring subject- I happen to know everything already since I studied it during the vacation.) We’ll meet again at lunch for an hour and a half, and then if he decides to come over, then maybe longer. But that’s it. Nothing special to look forward to.

“Baz, how about dinner today?” he asks.

“Sure. As a Friendship Day thing?”

“As a date, I guess.”

I pray that I’m not blushing. He says it so plainly. It can’t possibly mean more that being just a get-together in the name of our friendship.

But I guess I do have something to look forward to.




Did I just say that? Oh my god.

As soon as Baz turns away, I’m pretty sure I’m red enough to stop traffic. I rush to class, worried about just about everything that could possibly go wrong. I float through the day, until it’s lunch, where I finally see Baz again.

He starts conversation immediately-

“So, what, for our dinner do you want me to wear a suit?”

He says it sarcastically, and obviously I know he’s being sarcastic, but it would be great to see him in a suit.

So I say, “Sure, if you want to.”

He cocks his head towards me. “Okay. I’ll wear a suit if you do.”

If it means seeing Baz in a suit, then yes I’m wearing a suit.


Fifteen minutes before I have to get there, I start searching for suits, and simultaneously realize how my time management skills are equivalent to those of a coconut. I have none.

After three minutes of frantic searching, I find a grey suit that looks about my size and that’ll have to do because honestly, I’m having a bit of a time crisis here. I head to the bathroom and hastily get dressed, and then I rush to the restaurant where I’m should’ve reached ten minutes ago.


I happen to have an entire collection of suits because of our family dinners. So I just went through them and chose a dark, black one. Typical.

I left the house giving myself twenty minutes to get there. We’re going to a relatively fancy restaurant so we don’t look too out of place with our outfits. I reach there five minutes before time, and I’m pretty sure I’ve reached before Simon. He’s late all the time anyway, so it’s no surprise. And I like the idea of being here before him so I can take some time to take in the surroundings, and so that I can choose a nice place to sit- preferably in the corner, so Simon and I can talk in peace.

Why does our little friendship day outing feel like a date?

Simon walks in ten minutes later, his eyes searching. I wave to him, and he heads towards me. Are his pupils a little blown or is that just me?

It’s probably just me.

He’s wearing a grey suit, and it’s sitting on his shoulders perfectly, outlining him and somehow not looking too tight. His hair is messy and tousled, as it is all the time, and his eyes are like shining wells of clear water reflecting the brilliant blue sky above. It’s overwhelming.

He looks stunning.


I look at Baz, and I just can’t stop looking.

Because shit.

He’s beautiful.

In a black suit that compliments his lean, muscular features and his grey eyes (that look bright now, because of his dark clothing) perfectly. I think it’s too much for me to take. I just really want to kiss him. He’s sitting in front of me, and even though we’re talking about what food we’re about to order, I’m just thinking about his lips. And how they move when he talks to me. And how they would taste if I, you know, hypothetically of course, kissed him.

This really does feel like a date. He insists on paying. And that leaves me feeling like I should give him something in return.

How about a kiss? My mind nags. I force it to shut up.

But it doesn’t stop.


We walk out of the restaurant, and it’s dark.

He asks me if I want to stay over, and obviously, I don’t deny.

We’re walking alone to his place.

It’s dark.

And I want to kiss him.

“Baz…” Simon says.

I stop and turn to him.

His eyes are bright with some kind of unidentifiable fire.



Okay, fuck it. I’ve had enough. I need Baz’s lips on mine.

“You know what?” I say, “I didn’t give you anything for friendship day.”

I take a step closer, and I can only hope that his expression is a reflection of my own.

“I mean…” I go on, “You gave me that dinner.”

A step forward.

“So thank you for that.”

And another.

“And now…I want to give you…”



He’s so close, so close.

And then he kisses me.

His lips are on mine, moving, and hot.

My arms move slide up around his back, and he pushes me.



Baz is kissing me back.

It’s unbelievable.

His lips are magical. Just what I expected.

It’s hot and it’s cold at the same time.

And I’m kissing Baz.



He isn’t stopping.

And honestly, I’m glad.

Simon Snow is kissing me.

I’m kissing Simon Snow.

My best friend.

My love.


The moment stretches and the kiss feels much longer than it actually is. It’s not like I’m keeping track of anything.

I’m way past rational thought.

The sparks I feel running through my veins and the tingles I feel every time I make contact with Baz’s skin seem imaginary and all too real, at the same time.

Let’s never stop this.



Okay, firstly, Simon is gay. Or bisexual. Whatever it is, it’s an actual blessing.

Secondly, Simon is so good at this kissing thing?

His arms, his jaw, his tongue.

They all seem to exactly what they’re doing.

I, on the other hand, have my mouth jammed against his; my arms are tracing random patterns on his back. It all worries me, really. What if I’m not good enough? I’m probably shit, considering my experience with this stuff.

But Simon is smiling against my mouth.

And Simon is sighing and saying my name.

Maybe…maybe I’m doing okay.




I pull away, reluctantly.

It takes so much effort.

“Let’s go home?”

Baz sighs, nods, and takes my hand.

It is a happy friendship day indeed.

Board Games | Chenle scenario

idk what I had in thought with this one…just enjoy i guess xD

Originally posted by nctinfo

“I betcha you can’t beat me in checkers.” Chenle goaded you.

Renjun flopped down with an annoyed groan. He had just lost three times in a row to the younger boy and was quite frustrated. “Chenle, don’t make her lose as well.”

“Shush! I’m not making her do anything.” Chenle shot back.

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It's About Time

Your name: submit What is this?

“Guys, I think I found something.” Sam yells from the library. You and Dean were in the kitchen making lunch. We quickly made our way to the bunker.

 “What’s going on Sammy?” Dean asked while sitting in a chair across from him, placing his feet on the table.

 “Really Dean?” Sam commented. Dean just shrugged. “Anyways, I have some possible cases for us to check out. In Lafayette, Indiana; a man thirty-five year old was killed on his morning run a few days ago.”

 “That doesn’t sound like our kind of weird Sam.” You said while taking a bite into your sandwich.

 “Okay. In Omaha, Nebraska; a twenty six year old woman was found dead in her apartment. Police report there was blood blanketing the floors and walls. No suspects yet.” He explained, looking at you and Dean. You both just shook your heads.

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Part Four: Team Free Will. (The Song Remains the Same S05E13)

Episode Summary: Anna, the renegade angel, travels back in time to kill John and Mary so Sam is never born, and he cannot be the vessel to Lucifer. Castiel sends the reader and the Winchesters boys back in time to stop Anna.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 2,968.

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sooooo about twenty five people ended up showing up to our “small, impromptu picnic” but everyone contributed and we made it work. everyone seemed to have a great time and some seriously hilarious moments occurred (see above [the boys have sesame breadsticks in their mouths😂]). not too bad for our first backyard get together. tired & grateful. looking forward to a relaxing day off with hubs tomorrow.

okay. so. a few things about my concert today.

- Billie said something among the lines of ‘life can suck but life can also be awesome’ and the only thought in my head was ‘right now my life is perfect’. I dont think I will ever forget that moment.


- I had to pee since the first two songs but I didnt want to miss anything so I held it in

- my first thought when I realized how fucking loud it was was ‘I could fart how loud I want and no one would notice’

- Tre only did three highkicks and then went back to his drums

- I screamed ‘MIKE’ during every bass solo because I fucking love this man

- We had places all the way in the back (seats) and Billie looked so tiny? like how fucking tiny is that man?

- I got a revrad tour shirt

- I had to beg some girls to bring me some of the confetti things because they wouldnt let me into the pit after the show

- Billie wore two rainbow flags during King for a Day

- he also screamed ‘FUCK DONALD TRUMP’ during American Idiot (much to my brothers amusement)

- Billie introduced them like five times ??

- my throat and hands are sore and my voice sounds like Ive been smoking twenty cigarettes a day for fifty years (but it was worth it)

- my brother accidently gave me the payment thing instead of a ticket but gladly he was right behind me when the security guys checked our tickets

- he also was an ass and had us go into the line right in the front so we didnt have to wait (he also wanted to steal some kids drumstick they catched but I held him back. hes an ass and doesnt understand anything about the message that Billie tries to make people understand)

- the girls in front of me annoyed me because they only were on their phones and made selfies and snapchats and didnt care about the music at all

- Ill be in the pit in my next concert

- I got startled every single time one of these loud bangs went off (the firework thingys)

- I need to wear shorts next time because I fucking melted in there

- also I was cold one time but thats just me Im used to that

- when Billie introdiced Jason Freese he said ‘weve been doing many illegal things with this man. we got cocain from columbia with him’ or something like that

- I screamed the whole time during Jason Whites solo

- Billie said some things about smartphones and selfies (right as the girls infront of me were taking a selfie)

- they got three people on the stage

- one during know your enemy, one during longview (that dude was awesome, he danced and sang and was just v funny) and during a song I cannot remmber right now (forgive me its almost 2 am) who played guitar and got to keep the guitar afterwards

- Billie laughed really cute one time, even my brother admitted it was cute

- at the trainstation on the way back home someone started the ‘heeeeyooooo’ again and then it went on for a bit with always different people yelling it (and everyone else responding of course)

- it was the best night of my life so far

Love & Coffee (Part 2)

Summary: You’re a barista at a regular ol’ coffee shop. That is until a handsome customer comes in and things start to change.

Word Count: 988

Warnings: None. 

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part! This fic will sort of be a slow-burn. Showcase the little moments between them and stuff. :) It’s all fluff, though. I promise.

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The following day, you stepped into the backroom of the coffee shop and greeted your co-worker. You were switching shifts with him and he was getting ready to go home. He swung his backpack on his shoulders and straightened his shirt up.

“How was it today?” you asked, putting on an apron. You turned around so he could help you tie it.

“It was okay, busy as always,” he answered, laughing when he tied the apron too tight and you complained about it. You smacked his shoulder before he made you turn around again to tie it right this time.

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rinvargaartwork  asked:

Hi there! Do you have any advice for a beginning freelance illustrator on how to avoid aches, pains, & future joint damage when you have to make art every day to meet a deadline? I'm trying my best to finish illustrating a children's book on time, but I've been arting for hours almost every day for a month & now that I'm at the digital painting stage, it's getting physically taxing even with frequent breaks! I did invest in a wrist brace, and I try to sit properly while supporting my elbow but..


i know how you feel, it’s a tough situation to be in! my best advice is simple: set a timer every 20 minutes on your phone while you’re working to remember to stretch and have something to drink or eat. now, you don’t have to eat every twenty minutes but make sure to eat five times per day, proper meals. and eat a fruit or some other energy snack to keep yourself focused. how are you sitting? make it a habit to sit up straight every now and then. walk around. look up carpal tunnel exercises, those are great for artists. take a walk every now and then, it’s good for you and can also be inspirational! 

and if you’re working from home it’s easy to sink into habits where you don’t get dressed or shower or eat by your workplace. make it a daily habit to get up a certain time, take a shower, eat a proper breakfast. do this away from your workspace or take out your material after finishing. eat at your own pace. set out times for lunch and dinner and small meals in between. take breaks, take walks, and STRETCH both your body and hands every twenty minutes. 

for me it’s easy to live by my work. i eat while i work, i brush my teeth while i work, i do my work first thing in the morning and last thing before i go to bed. i currently don’t have a desk where i live, so i work from my bed. i do not recommend this. it’s both bad for your posture, your body but also your mental health. when you spend your entire day in your bed you forget to eat, get up, get dressed, shower, brush your teeth and just. general hygiene and health stuff that’s important.

take care of yourself, reminders on your phone is an easy way to do that! you hear a tone and it’s time to stretch - or do something else you’ve forgotten! (also, open a window or a door in your room to get some fresh air and circulation!)

my god, i’m rambling and answering more than you asked for. i hope you don’t mind and i hope this helps! good luck! x


You yawned as you closed your book. You were currently sitting in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, which was almost empty aside from you, a few of your Gryffindor friends, a bunch of Ravenclaws and a few Slytherins. It was already pretty late and seeing as it had been a long day, you decided to call it a night.

‘‘Guys, I’m tired. I’m going to bed, alright?’‘

At your words, the heads of your friends looked up to you, saying things like:

‘‘Alright, sleep well.’‘

‘‘See you tomorrow.’‘

‘‘Don’t let the bed bugs bite!’’

You smiled at their words, but it was an awfully familiar voice that grabbed your attention and made you look up in surprise, your eyebrows raised.

‘‘Mind if I Slytherin?’‘

Your eyes shot up as you turned around, not being really surprised to find no one less than Draco Malfoy standing in front of you, his usual trademark smirk plastered on his face as he ran a hand through his blonde hair. You would have been surprised, if this hadn’t happened like twenty times before. For some reason, the Prince of Slytherin had set his grey eyes on you and had managed to make flirty remarks at least five times a day for the last week. You couldn’t help but feel slightly flattered, he was quite the looker to be honest, but now it was starting to bother you.

But before you could open up your mouth to make a witty remark, another voice coming from the Gryffindor tabel interrupted you, speaing up before you could even say ‘Listen up, malfoy’.

‘‘Oh shut up already, would you?’‘

Much to your surprise, it was Harry himself who had stood up for you, his blue eyes looking at Malfoy in an almost threatning way. You hadn’t seen your friend this angry in a while so to say you were taken back was a slight undertstatement.

‘‘Why, Potter? Jealous?’‘ Malfoy snapped back, his smirk not leaving his face as he answered his rival.

‘‘Me? Jealous? Not much to be jealous of, is there?’‘ Harry answered, causing Malfoy’s eyes to narrow and his mouth to open in order to snap back another comment.

Slowly but steady you started to back off, neither of them noticing the fact that you were leaving the Great Hall, before you sprinted away and hurried up to yur common room, a small smile on your lips.

Whatever it was that was going on, it surely was entertaining, but for now you were way too tired to worry about it. Deciding you would deal with it tomorrow, you went to bed, secretly dreaming about a silver haired boy with grey eyes and a dark haired one with a scar on his forehead…

Let Me Be Your Call Boy (4/14)

Let Me Be Your Call Boy (4/14) | After coming out as gay to his friends on his birthday, the last thing Dan is expecting is to be gifted a call boy as a present, let alone one that’s been paid for for the entire night. Allowing Phil to show him the ropes is his first mistake, paying him to come back every week is his second, and using him to convince his parents he really is gay is his third. As a successful lawyer, the money isn’t the problem - falling in love is. | Phan | Mature | Smut (blowjobs, fingering, rimming, edging, intercourse), Sex Addiction, Prostitution (and discussions of all the risks that come with it), Escort Business, Mentions of Eating Disorders, Near-Rape and Semi-Violence, but nothing explicit. Warnings at the beginnings of each chapter | 252,000 Words

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.

This Part: 22,815 Words

For reference, @embarrassing-myself is Dan, @insanityplaysfics is Phil.

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Warnings: discussion of voyeurism and public teasing for pleasure, coming out, homophobia, homophobic mother, “just a phase” and “down with the gays” kind of talk, anal sex

I only got out of bed because @alittledizzy messaged me to post, so go thank them and my obsession with their fics for updating before nooon <3

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Boys’ Club

Request by miller1967winchesterYou should do a series Dean x reader going off of the plot of Mulan where the reader pretends to be a male hunter because female hunters get looked down upon… [the rest of the request contains spoilers… and I’m not about to give any…]

Summary: You’re sick of the hunters you run into not treating you with respect since you’re a woman.

Word Count: 1901

Warnings: None

A/N: So… The semester started and I’m gonna be busy, so I’m not sure when I’ll be able to write stuff. But I’ll be posting the rest of this series within a week, hopefully. Also, this was my first request and it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything that didn’t come fully from my own mind, so I hope this isn’t too bad. Also, I have a thing for backstories, and a promise we’ll get to the actual Deanxreader part eventually!

Boys’ Club Series Masterlist

When your brother was thirteen, your father let him go on his first hunt. You had to wait until you were sixteen. Then, for your brother’s eighteenth birthday, your father’s gift to him was his first solo hunt. The first time you hunted by yourself was to track down the demon that killed your entire family when you were twenty-one. There was no reason that you should have had to wait longer than your brother. You grew up studying lore, shooting guns, learning to aim with knives. You had been just as good as any hunter.

But you were a girl. And, despite it being the twenty-first century, hunting was still inherently a male profession.

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Imagine Going to a Basketball Game W/ Axl

“You want some Coke or somethin’ baby?” Axl asks as you walk toward the concession stand. Three security guards stand behind you two, watching as you walk through the crowd of people. “Nachos, candy, anything you want baby you can have it.” His copper hair is tucked under a cap and red bandanna. Several people have already stopped to ask for autographs, it’s something you’re adjusting to. 

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EXO React to Their Girlfriend Asking For Pads/Tampons

Here you go! Thank you c:

-Admin Min, x.

“What? Why do I have to go buy them? It’s your period, not mine.” Despite acting bratty, he’d already be getting ready to go and buy them. Of course, he’d be nervous and hesitant.

Originally posted by yixingofficial

He’d already be getting dressed. Before leaving the house, he would ask you, “Is there anything else? Heating pads? Medicine? Chocolate or ice cream?” After receiving your answer, he’d leave while putting any embarrassment he had behind him.

Originally posted by zhangyixings

“Tampons? Ew, no! Go buy them yourself.” He’d refuse. When you’d sigh, and stand up, he would feel guilty when noticing you curl in pain. He’d grab the keys, whine, and leave to go buy your tampons.

Originally posted by lil-duckling

As you step into the kitchen to ask him to buy you pads, he notices your presence and nervous smile. He casually looks away. “I bought you pads a couple days ago, they should be under the bathroom sink.” You’d give him a quick hug, reminding him of how great of a boyfriend he is.

Originally posted by kyungsol

Knowing he’d leave practice in five minutes, you shot him a quick text asking him to pick you up some tampons. Twenty minutes later, you received a call from Chanyeol. “Why are there so many brands? Which kind do you use? There’s this lady looking at me funnily, hurry up!”

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek

He grumbled as he stood in front of the shelves full of pads, debating on which ones he should buy. He heard laughter from behind him, and turned around. Seeing a couple teenagers laughing at him embarrassed him, and he waved his hand at them.
“Yah! Just wait until you get a girlfriend! She’ll be asking you to buy these for her every month!”

Originally posted by engr-overdose

You waited patiently in the bathroom for Baekhyun’s arrival. You texted him a couple times for him to buy you some pads, and he was to be here any moment now. As soon as you heard the front door open and close, you peaked out to see him walking in. “Did you get my pads?”
He looks at you, furrowing his eyebrows. “Pads?” Your eyes widen, and your mouth opens to scold him but a large bag he throws at you cuts you off. “Of course I got them, jagi.”

Originally posted by cutebaeks

As soon as you asked, he’d already be ready to leave. “Of course, yeobo. You stay in bed under that heating pad until I get back.” He’d grab your empty tampon box as a preference and blows you kisses before heading to the closest store.

Originally posted by deerxings

As soon as he caught onto your cramps and cravings before you started, he went to the store. He spent 20 minutes beyond embarrassed when a woman confronted him about shopping for pads. Afterwards, he debated on which brand was the best for you, and bought a few boxes so you’d have some left for the next month. He also picked up some pain medication, and left them in the bathroom cabinet. Of course, when you started, he’d tell you that they’re in the bathroom so you wouldn’t have to worry.

Originally posted by dawnlus

Knowing it wasn’t worth complaining about, he grumbled under his breath about uncool it was to be shopping for tampons. When he was at the store buying them, he continued to complain despite being alone.

Originally posted by krismehard

Lu Han:
“No way, jagi! Last time I went, I was confused for a girl. This time you’re buying them.” When you begin to giggle, he gets irritated. “I’m not lying! And this isn’t funny.”

Originally posted by dawnlus

Without any questions asked, he’d already be halfway out the door. This isn’t the first time he bought you pads or tampons, so he knew what brand you used. This was like a monthly thing for him.

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Dear Shannon,

Happy belated birthday, from Mari and Hannah. we decided to collab on this wonderous occasion to celebrate your birth. hope you had an amazing day sweetie.

and yes, this does have a part two. this part was written by Mari

“Oh my god, you’re pathetic,” Piper said. She was standing next to Percy who was currently lying on the couch eating ice cream and watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s. “Annabeth is just in a different time zone, she didn’t break up with you, you loser.”

“She is three thousand six hundred twenty five miles away,” Percy said and sighed. “It’s been a three weeks Pipes. I don’t remember the last time we spent more than a week apart and now I have to spend six months without her.”

“Percy, get off the couch, take a shower because you stink, and we’re going to grab some pizza for dinner, okay?” Piper stood in front of the tv, hands were resting on her hips and she had her ‘do what I say or else’ look on. “You’re not going to spend your day off being pathetic. I’m not going to allow it.”

Percy grunted and Piper grabbed a cushion and started hitting him until he finally stood up.

“I’m going! I’m going!” Percy said while trying to avoid being hit. “Can’t you let a man being pathetic because he is missing his girlfriend?”

“Just take a shower, Jackson.”

After Percy left to his room, Piper started cleaning the living room. There were blankets and pillows everywhere and a lot of bag of chips laying on the floor. The only place that was clean was Latte’s little puppy bed, who currently had the little dog laying on it. Piper felt kind of sad for Percy, he and Annabeth were already dating by the time she became friends with Annabeth. Percy and Annabeth had been together most of their lives, they weren’t used to be away of each other for so long, time apart would be good for them but Piper also knew it was being really hard for them.

By the time Piper was done throwing all expired food from the kitchen -Percy and Annabeth’s place wasn’t that big, how could Percy managed to get so many trash when he was working most of the time?- Percy finally came out, hair still from the shower and he looked ready to go out.

“And he looks alive again.” Piper said throwing the last empty cups of insta soup on a trash bag.

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theonlyamazingtazmin  asked:

Are there any fics where Derek leaves Beacon Hill after everything that's happened?


The Moon’s Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific (2/2 | 82,866 | NC17)

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

lately you’ve been on my mind, more than you know by ericaismeg (1/1 | 3,300 | G)

based on this prompt

Til We Ain’t Strangers Anymore by WriteByNight (7/7 | 36,862 | NC17)

Derek disappearing was sudden, but it should’ve been expected. Derek takes off sometimes, but he always turns back up when they need him.

At first, Stiles is just confused and a little hurt, but as the weeks pass by, he’s slowly down-spiraling into oblivion and there’s no cure for a broken heart. Except, maybe, the cause for the broken heart himself.

- - -

Or the one where Derek takes off without warning and Stiles finds out he could be Derek’s mate and the distance and refusal to develop the bond is killing him slowly. Without Derek, Stiles will die, but no one knows where he is or how to contact him. And Stiles? He’s barely hanging on.

Welcome To New York by Okaylittlebrother (3/? | 25,113 | G)

Derek has been on Stiles’ mind ever since he saw the werewolves initials in the library during Senior Scribe. He plans on attending NYU in the fall just to be close to him. 

What really happened when Derek left : a happy ficlet. by unicornfluff (1/1 | 1,271 | G)

“I promise. You are not nothing to me.”

A tiny fic with just pure sterek feels and fluff to make you feel good eventhough Derek leaves.

Home Is Where the Heart Is by Hepzheba (1/1 | 1,064 | G)

Before Derek leaves Beacon Hills, he and Stiles share one passionate night together. When Derek returns to Beacon Hills it’s to quite a big surprise.

You’ll Grow Into Your Skin by crossroadswrite (1/1 | 11,847 | PG13)

“So funny story,” Stiles winces, “Remember when I joked you couldn’t get me pregnant?”

Derek nods his head. He remembers pretty much everything from that day.

“Right,” Stiles bobs his head, stops himself and does a little ta-da gesture towards Jacy, “Surprise?”

Your stare was holding; ripped jeans, skin was showing…. by KeepGoing (1/1 | 2,666 | R)

In the events after Season 4, Derek leaves town with Braeden and it doesn’t sit well with Stiles. So in turn, he decides to leave friendly Beacon Hills update voicemails for Derek. Then one day Stiles notices the Hale house has been torn down.

"And maybe getting rid of the house was Derek’s way too. Knowing it was time to let go of the past.” Scott gives him a knowing look.

Stiles just grumbles. “When did you become all Zen Yoda wolf?”

Scott smiles. “Derek may or may not have taught me the way of the Jedi before he left.”

“Don’t. Just don’t. You’ve never even seen the movie and you’re just making it worse by bringing Derek into your charade.” Stiles buries his face in his hands, groaning again. Scott pats his shoulder.

The Tale Of Finding Home by erciareyes (1/1 | 2,755 | PG13)

It’s been one year, two months, twenty-three days, five hours, seventeen minutes and forty-five seconds since Derek Hale turned his back on Beacon Hills and went to find a better life somewhere far away from the city that brought him so much hurt. The city where the bodies of his family, his pack, his friends and also his former enemies still lay hidden beneath ash and dust.

It’s been one year, two months, twenty-three days, five hours, eight-teen minutes and twenty-three seconds since Stiles walked into the loft to find Derek packing his things with Braeden putting various pieces of dishes out of the cupboards in the kitchen and into brown cardboard boxes that were placed all over the loft. Derek gave him a look that had Stiles asking himself what it meant ever since. A look that seemed to be an apology but felt like a hit in the gut. He’d said goodbye and then turned on his heel, like he didn’t even care…but he did. And that night he cried into his pillow, not sure what he was crying for.

It’s been one year, two months, twenty-three days, five hours, twenty minutes and three seconds and Stiles understands.

Homecoming by theroguesgambit (1/1 | 2,326 | PG13)

There are things in there, and his body thrills with the promise of them. Things older than human memory, waiting to be discovered and protected and guarded against. It feels right being here, so far away and distant from everything he’s ever known.

It feels like home.

Derek leaves Beacon Hills, reforms his pack, and finally finds some peace.

Reflections still look the same to me, as before I went under. by KeepGoing (2/2 | 8,723 | NC17)

When tragedy strikes, Derek’s gives up everything to fix it. But not everyone is as happy as he is with the end result. So he runs, never looking back. But Derek must learn, he never has been able to run from his past.

"You really should lock your door there, Derek. Anyone could just walk right in.” Stiles tells him smiling.

I Can Live Without You But Without You I’ll Be Miserable At Best by imnotmadeofeyes (1/1 | 2,459 | PG13)

Stiles doesn’t know how he manages to get his phone out of his pocket. Or how he manages to dial Lydia’s number. He’s weak and shaky and the world is black and white around him, blurred out from the tears brimming his eyes. His fingers are trembling that hard that he can barely hold the phone up to his ear.
“Lydia” he whispers when she picks up. “Lydia, he’s gone.”

Are You Wearing My Shirt? by stileskolpath (1/1 | 3,879 | PG13)

“Stiles didn’t hear about it for days. He was planning on going over to the loft, working up the courage to say something to Derek that he had wanted to say for a long time when Scott had told him, and the world kind of froze for a second.”

Saezuru fanfiction, chapter 1, still untitled

This story takes place in the not-distant future where Everyone Lives And Things Are Generally Resolved For the Current Storyline, and Yashiro and Doumeki have thus fallen into a relationship that they’re both still very, very carefully navigating. Yakuza politics are something I remain largely unfamiliar with, so that’s not making any kind of appearance. Just assume things have remained stable and no one’s been promoted or killed or moved to a new role or whatever.
Except Hirata. Fuck that dude. His ass straight up spontaneously combusted.

Oh and yes this is going to be Yashiro x Doumeki (I mean come on of course) but this first part here is Kageyama x Kuga setting the stage. Apologies if that ain’t yo cup of tea.

I have the entire story planned, start to end; we’ll see how much actual content I can churn out. Enjoy! 

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General Danvers Week: Day Two

General Danvers Week: Day 2 – Teacher AU.


the one where Lucy is Captain of the ship and gets Alex a date with the hot lecturer.

(inspired by the Useless Lesbian story)


Captain of the Ship - (Charlemagne Gryffis)

“I didn’t know it was possible for someone to have a crush on their childhood friend’s mom’s twin sister,” Alex stated dumbly as she stared at Professor Astra In-Ze from her place on the podium below, back to the class. Beside her, Vasquez choked on her soda, while Lucy let out a half-squeal, half-scream as Alex’s eyes wandered to her butt.

“Finally!” Lucy hit her on the arm. Unfortunately, she attracted Professor In-Ze’s attention.

“Major Lane, you promised to be quiet while you sat in on my lecture today.”

Lucy put on a fake contrite expression, “Sorry, teach. Alex just finally realised she’s in love with y-” Alex tackled Lucy off the chair, onto the floor, hand slapping over her mouth.

“Lucinda Afareen Lane, if you so much as breathe another word-

“Miss Danvers!” Professor In-Ze interrupted, hurrying up the stairs to where they were. “Get off Major Lane – her father will have my head if you damage her.” Alex growled once more at Lucy, who smirked like the Cheshire Cat, before getting off her, crossing her arms in an attempt not to strangle her newest best friend. Lucy stood, brushing herself off smugly, before Professor In-Ze cleared her throat. Alex turned her head to attention – only for her eyes to find themselves glued to Professor In-Ze’s chest, a button having popped on her journey up into the lecture hall, revealing even more skin than it had before, and teasing the emerald lace edge of her bra.

“Miss Danvers,” Professor In-Ze started speaking, admonishing her for her behaviour – but quite honestly, Alex wasn’t listening, watching her chest rise and fall with a growing heat in her abdomen. “Miss Danvers, are you even listening?”

Beside her, Lucy cackled, before Max from the row behind rolled his eyes and got up, pausing his game to hit her over her head with his tablet.

“Danvers, you useless lesbian, pay attention to her face rather than her breasts.” Alex flushed, snickers coming from all over the room. Professor In-Ze raised an eyebrow, eyeing her sceptically.

“You’re a brave one…though now I have to worry over whether you’re attracted to Kara’s mother, too, given our nature as twins, Alexandra.”

Alex shook her head rapidly, looking anywhere but Professor In-Ze as she replied in a high voice. “I’m not. Trust me. You might be identical, but you’re way hotter.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“You really should,” Lucy interjected, practically bouncing where she stood. “Alex is usually very ‘meh’ about everyone, no matter what they look like. You’re special, or maybe she’s just calling you beautiful because she’s in love wi- ow! What was that for, Alex?” She whined, rubbing her shoulder. Alex glared. With venom. Face bright with colour, she glanced to Professor In-Ze, only to see wonder on her face as she looked at Alex.

“Dinner,” the older woman said suddenly. “Eight o’clock, at Argo City Pizzeria.” Alex stared, baffled, while her fellow students started gossiping.

“She asked her out!”

“The teach asked Danvers on a date!

“I’m so putting this on my Instagram!”

“Good thing this is a one-off lecture.”

Alex, meanwhile, gaped, mouth opening and shutting over and over again, Professor In-Ze becoming increasingly awkward as the seconds passed. Lucy and Vasquez shared a look before Lucy reached up, almost not reaching, to shut Alex’s jaw and hold her head, moving it into a nod as Vasquez imitated Alex’s voice.

“Yes, I’d love to go on a date with you, Astra. I’ll pick you up. Wear that leather jacket that you came in wearing that caused me to stare at you like the useless lesbian I am and jeans and combat boots, cause I’ll take you on my motorbike and we’ll be beautiful stereotypical gay girls together.”

Lucy added on, “Thank Rao I convinced Kara to go to National City U though, or this would be terribly awkward.” Letting go of Alex’s face, the twenty-five year old squeaked, before spluttering continuously, gesturing to Astra wildly as she looked at Lucy with wide yes. Lucy grabbed her wrists, forcing her to look her in the eye. “You’ll thank us some day. Trust me.”

“I’m going on a date with Astra,” Alex said faintly, “You got me a date with Astra. Oh my god, what am I going to wear?!”

“Jeans and combat boots? And a leather jacket?” Professor In-Ze prodded. Alex looked to her, face full of terror. Professor In-Ze grinned. “Live up to your name, brave one.”