sorry i just saw this on my dash and had to comment

Tower of Dawn

     So I think it’s time this fandom had a sit-down and talked some things out. Today’s topic: ableism. Before all of y’all start jumping on me and dismissing me and trying to say I have no right to talk about this, let me tell you a bit about myself.

     I was born with spina bifida. For those of you that don’t know that is, it’s when a baby’s spinal chord and nerves don’t develop properly. I had my first surgery to help this condition when I was eight days old. The excess amount of scar tissue in my lower back had begun to wrap around my spinal chord, which for obvious reasons is dangerous. I had the same surgery when I was four years old, and that’s when my life changed forever. I’d been able to walk before using a leg brace, but due to a mistake by the surgeon, my left leg was left paralyzed. I was a normal (and I hate using the word normal here, normal is an absolutely useless construct of society, but for lack of a better word at the moment, bear with me) kid, mobile and able to move around as I pleased, and then I couldn’t. I’ve been using a wheelchair since then. I’m not telling you guys this because I want pity. I don’t. I’ve accepted it as part of my life, and I love myself just the way I am. This little explanation is here so you guys can understand exactly where I’m coming from when you read the rest of this post. So with all this in mind, here goes my not-so-little rant.

     DISCLAIMER: I will be calling people out in this post and tagging them because I am done. 1000%, completely fucking done with this fandom. And if this causes a shitstorm, fuck it, because this needs to be said and this fandom needs to learn to stop being hypocritical pieces of crap.

     I love these books. I love Sarah’s writing in general,  and I would read literally anything she wrote. These books, Aelin’s story, Feyre’s story, are so important to me. I don’t have words to describe how much they mean to me. I love talking about them and healthy and constructive conversations about them. And some of the jokes that have been made  by the fandom are some of favorites. I’ve made some of them myself. I’ll joke alongside all of you about wingspans and gold nightgowns for as long as you want.

     I want to make something perfectly clear: this rant is in no way a reflection of my thoughts about her books. This post is exclusively about the fandom’s disgusting behavior.

     So let’s start with this post that I saw earlier.

     Disability is not kinky.

     For those of you that can’t understand that, let me repeat it.

     Disability is not kinky.


     This whole post is horrifyingly ableist. And before you guys start claiming that “I have disabled relatives, I can’t be ableist!” (@rowan-stole-my-heart, I’m looking at you. Remember that conversation last year? Nice to know you’re still disgusting), that’s like saying “I have African-American friends, therefore I can’t be racist!”, which is such an inherently flawed line of arguing that it would require a whole other post to address, so I’ll just say don’t try it. I can’t even begin to fathom the mental process all of these people went through to think that this was even remotely acceptable in any way, shape, or form, so let me break this down and explain to you why this isn’t.

     This, my horrifyingly inconsiderate friends, is a form of fetishism. According to the Merriam-Webster dictionary, fetishism is the pathological displacement of erotic interest and satisfaction to a fetish. Now that you know what that is, let’s move on.

     This whole fandom has been complaining about a lack of diversity in Sarah’s books since I joined the fandom. Diversity doesn’t just mean POC, which is exactly what this fandom conveniently forgets. Diversity includes POC, people with mental illness, people with physical disability, LGBT+ people, and so much more. And when Sarah finally adds someone who embodies a slice of that diversity, you all have the gall to reduce his situation to sex jokes. All I can say is how dare you. How dare you reduce someone’s life and reality to a kink, to something to be made fun of, to something that spices up your dash and makes it NSFW just because you wanted to make fun of a book cover you probably weren’t satisfied with. In doing so you are insulting the thousands upon thousands of people that are in the same situation. You’re reducing them – reducing me – to a fantasy that you can use and then dismiss the next moment, without regard for anyone’s feelings. Do you have any idea how difficult of a topic sex is for people with disabilities? We are laughed at for wanting sex. Our anxiety when it comes to that is ten times that of any able-bodied person, simply because we don’t fit into the box that society wants to shove everyone into. And you’re making it that much worse because you have the audacity to think the fact that someone can’t move their legs is funny.

     It hurts. Reading that post hurt like hell. Because in your eyes – in society’s eyes – people like me aren’t human. We’re just something to ride, right? Yeah, I didn’t miss that little gem of a comment, @readinglikewildfire.

     And because I know this is coming, no, Chaol isn’t just a character.

     But you know what, I get it. It’s just sex, right? A small joke made, no harm done.


     You’re perpetuating yet another harmful concept cooked up by a disgustingly ableist society. Sorry, but your privilege and utter ignorance are showing. I will concede a bit and agree that we can treat fiction for what it is – something that isn’t real – up to a certain point. But you guys just crossed a line. For those of you saying that you feel guilty for laughing, you absolutely fucking should, because this shit isn’t funny.

     The fact is if that post had been making fun of race or mental illness, then the fandom would have ripped these people to shreds and they would have been reported many, many times over. But it’s not, and instead I can count on my fingers the number of people that stood up to say this was wrong, because it’s just another wheelchair joke, right? Who cares? To those that did, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, especially @throne-of-omg-the-feels and @midnight-wonder.​ It’s nice to know there’s still some hope for humanity left. And to @nerdperson524, I agree with you. People do need a laugh, even those that live their lives stuck in chairs. But that post? It’s downright offensive.

     So that’s it. I’m done blowing things out of proportion, as some of you will say. If you think I should have approached you privately and messaged you about this instead of publicly calling you out, then maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t have PUBLICLY insulted mocked degraded an entire subset of the human population. And maybe that makes me a bad person. It certainly means I’m not being the bigger person. And I could honestly care less. I am tired. So sick and tired of constantly being the bigger person, of just staying quiet when I see things like this because what’s the use? The entire world is filled with this shit and it’s not like I can fight every time I see this kind of injustice. Nothing’s going to change, no matter what I do. But this? This is where I draw the line. Congratulations.

@crochanblackbeak @feysandsmut @the-bookish-soul @rowan-buzzard-whitethorn @abraxoswyvernnn @carrion-princess

Closet Softie

Or, How Bucky Barnes Nearly Ruined His Tough-Guy Rep

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The trail mix was gone. 

The nice, expensive trail mix, with twelve kinds of nuts and the big sunflower seeds and dried fruits, the kind Tony only rarely left sitting on the common floors for everyone to get at, was gone. 

Clint had been looking forward to that stuff all morning

All the way through a hellish morning “jog” with Steve, all through Nat handing him his ass on the training mats, all through firing the same batch of misweighted arrows over and over so Tony could take scans and fix the design, he’d been thinking, when this is done I get to go upstairs and hang out on the couch and watch Dog Cops and eat the good trail mix, guilt-free. 

And it was gone.

Clint was gonna shoot somebody.

Just as soon as he figured out who’d taken the trail mix.

kingofmemes posted:

yesterday i saw a sad duck in the park who kept getting picked on by the other ducks so today i brought some trail mix and we had a nice lunch together. also i think he might be the duck who pooped on sam last week. if so, he is officially my new best friend. 

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midnight drive [m]

summary: the waiter at a new restaurant is more than dashing and he catches every fragment of your attention. good thing you decide to stay after hours, to which he gladly offers a late night drive to you that only escalates into something more.

pairing: waiter!johnny & reader insert

includes: fluff, smut (car sex, fingering, oral, penetration)

wc: 12.2k

note: I know the cover picture is a sunset, but I couldn’t find a good photo of a midnight drive ;~; Anyway i hope you guys like my new fic! I used johnnys korean name by the way—i was really torn on which of his name to use… haha

It had been a monotonous day.

Ever since you woke early dawn for your morning run with your close friend and roommate, Yuju, you had been nothing but drained; your energy was gone like the wind. You did not get enough sleep to begin with and dealing with the drone-like strangers on the streets, a grumbling stomach—everything—was an arduous chore. She proposed the idea of going out for dinner again at her favorite local restaurant—one of the few places you actually despised because you found the food quite distasteful. But due to the many times you resisted ensconcing yourself within the confinements of the dim, fancy restaurant you finally complied with Yuju to eat there once.

You spent your day pacing the apartment as Yuju ran errands; you sometimes wasted hours by staring at the flickering television. Then, once she arrived back to the apartment on the dot of seven o’clock, she pestered you to get ready and kept the angry question of why you were lounging on the couch locked in her chest. You responded with a groan and pulled yourself from the sofa to drag yourself into the restroom.

You freshened up with a quick shower and minimal makeup, tossing on a dress nicer than usual and giving you the pop of spendthrift. You waited patiently in the kitchen for Yuju, who was taking her sweet time in perfecting the minor particulars of her makeup and hair. You were leaning on the counter, lips pursed into a pout as you dreaded the upcoming dinner. The food at Yuju’s favorite restaurant was nothing but bland to you, and you groaned at the thought of the given sustenance.

Yuju finally waltzed out of the bedroom appearing resplendent than most normal patrons, a bright smile sheening her face more than the diamond necklace that looms from her neck. Her shoulder length hair curved perfectly inwards, providing the appearance of a black sea of silk. “We’re just going out to dinner,” you commented with an eye roll.

“And I gotta look my best!” she responded while grabbing onto her keys. “Come on, I want to beat the line.”

You stepped out of the apartment and began walking to her vehicle. “If you spent half the time you did on your makeup, we would have skipped the line.”

Yuju only smiled. Inside her lean black vehicle she prepared to drive; the engine purred and she turned up the pop tunes of her fresh radio. She stirred up mindless conversations amidst the transport, rapidly jumping from topic to topic—probably from excitement of eating at her favorite restaurant. After all, it was not everyday for you to agree to an annoying event.

She parked close to the curb messily, moving slow and careful as her head turned to peer back, then to the front. Your fingers were drumming on your thighs as she steadied the car, and when she finally parked it close to flawlessness you felt as if you found a solace.

You and Yuju exited the lean black vehicle with a scenic smile, feet meeting the sidewalk as heads turn your way. You were gawking at the familiar sights, taking in the known scenery and recognizable architecture, and amidst the moment something different caught your eye—no, someone.

There was a waiter in Yuju’s favorite restaurant across the street serving drinks to a table outdoors, a shining beam gracing his expression. His hair swept over his forehead in a handsome manner, and the uniform he adorned seemed as if it was immaculately tailored for him specifically—because he looked that perfect. You felt your face get hot, a hopeless grin painting on your face and it matched his own.

“Are you ready to go?” Yuju asked you, shattering your reverie.

“Huh?” Your body jolted from her words and you flashed your attention back to her. “Ah, y-yeah.”

Yuju looked to where your attention was directed: right at her premier restaurant—the one that you found distasteful. She raised an eyebrow, piecing together two and two because you were never interested in what her loveable restaurant had to offer to eat. Then, it hit her. It was not the food—nothing like the outstanding drinks that came in an array of colors—it was a man, the waiter, that caught your eye.

And in that very moment, eating at the once despised restaurant did not appear all-too-bad.

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Surprises || Peter Parker x reader

Request: Okay so like either peter x reader or spideychelle with #5 and #17 I know it’s a hard combo but?🤷🏾‍♀️ (anonymous)

Prompts: “I don’t like the way he was looking at you.” & “It was supposed to be a surprise!”

Warnings: some swearing, angst

Word Count: 2.8k of angst ;)

Summary: After learning of Peter’s alter-ego at a failed party, will you still have the courage to confess your feelings?

A/N: the middle part of this story plays into the scene in sm:h when Peter and Ned attend LIz’s party. and this is so far my personal favorite in writings i’ve done!

Originally posted by petes-parker

 “It’s just a question. What’s the harm?” Liz said in your ear as you watched him from afar. MJ was with them, reading a book and seeming to ignore then when you knew she was soaking everything up just to tell you. You sighed, placing your head in your hands. “It’s not even my party, Liz. It’s yours!” You said. “Yes, well, he’s your best friend. And if you don’t invite him, you’re uninvited.” She sassed. You rolled your eyes, “Fine. But if he says no, I’m saying I told you so.” You said, getting up from your seat and walking over to Peter’s.

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Sorry I’m Late, I Was Saving Paris

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Miraculous Ladybug



Caline Bustier has heard many ridiculous excuses from Marinette when she is late. But this one took the cake.
What she had not expected, was for it to be true.

Author’s Note:
So, this is just a little one-shot reveal, inspired by a line in another one-shot I am working on. (The never-ending spiral of inspiration doom!)
Clearly, this one spoke to me most, because I got it done in just a couple of days.
Just one of my usual humour one-shots, so I hope you like it!!!

If there was one thing Caline Bustier could count on in her class, it was Marinette. Oh, sure, she was a brilliant, reliable class president, and always turned her homework in on time (sometimes just in the nick of time, but still on time). But no, what she could count on, was that Marinette would be late (not all the time, just… way too often at this point) and that when she arrived, she would make the most ridiculous excuses that she had ever heard.

They were the excuses of someone panicking and struggling for an excuse. And as creative as Marinette was… she was atrocious at coming up with believable lies. Oh, they were still brilliantly creative, just not one bit believable. In fact, some of them were so brilliantly insane that she had started making a list of them in a notebook that sat on her desk. So far she had filled up an entire two pages, and there were some utter gems.

She had even talked with some of the other teachers and they had come across the same thing. Though she wasn’t as lenient with Marinette’s tardiness, Ms Mendeleiev still shared some of her favourite excuses with her.

Still, nothing  would ever beat:

“I’m sorry I’m late!” Marinette called as she dashed in. “I - I was…” She panted slightly as she rushes up to her desk and began unpacking her things. You could practically see her floundering for an excuse. “ I was saving Paris!”

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anonymous asked:

89 with Taehyung please

Lessons in Love (Taehyung x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Are you hitting on me?”
Summary: Taehyung flirts like a 12-year-old, but you’re able to figure everything out anyways.
Word count: 1.5k words

Originally posted by helendrv

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you frowned, looking at your friend, Yuna, who had dragged you to her mathematics study group. “You know I’m terrible at math.”

“So this is a chance to learn!” Yuna answered with a smile. “We’ll help you study, it’s not a problem.”

“You and your friends are so smart,” you whined as Yuna dragged you through the library towards the private rooms. “I’ll look so dumb in comparison.”

“Trust me, they’re not like that!” Yuna comforted, finally stopping in front of a closed door. It led to the room her study group booked every Wednesday. “Besides, you’re like the English god, so if anyone needs help with that you can pay back the favour.”

“If you’re sure,” you conceded, albeit hesitantly. Yuna nodded enthusiastically and turned the knob, swinging the door open to reveal the small room behind.

There was a single table surrounded by three other students. One girl, who you vaguely recognized, was sitting closest to the door. The head of the table was a boy named Namjoon, the certified genius on campus. Beside him was another boy, but this one you didn’t recognize.

He had messy brown hair and tanned skin. His lips were a little pouty, and his nose was strong. When your gaze traveled up, you saw that his dark, long eyes were ringed by thick eyelashes. He was also staring right back at you.

Blushing, you quickly averted your gaze and turned uncomfortably to Yuna.

“Hey guys!” she chirped. “This is my friend, Y/N. She’s in the other class, so that’s probably why you don’t recognize her.”

“Just to preface this, I’m pretty shit at math,” you said, wanting to address your discomfort immediately. “I know you guys are all really smart but I don’t want you to think I’m, like, taking advantage of you. If you need help in literally any other subject, I’m here.”

“Nah, no worries,” Namjoon responded with an easy smile. “We’re not math elitists or some shit. I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

“I’m Jisoo,” the girl added dully, briefly glancing up from her laptop in front of her. You smiled, but Jisoo turned back to her screen too quickly to catch it.

You turned to the handsome boy beside Namjoon, waiting for him to introduce himself. He blinked owlishly at you for a moment, his face expressionless. Slowly, his eyes met yours and his mouth began to open.

“Your shirt looks weird,” he said. You looked down at your t-shirt, which had a print of an old anime series you used to watch.

“I, uh–you–okay?” you spluttered, confused by the boy’s comment.

“What the hell, Tae?” Namjoon asked, bewildered. He turned to his friend, his eyes narrowed. “I thought you liked–ow!”

The boy turned to glare at his friend, and when you looked back at Yuna in confusion, she just rolled her eyes at you.

“Just ignore Taehyung,” Yuna snorted, grabbing your arm and leading you to the table. She pulled you down into the seat beside hers and turned to address the group. “So! Let’s start reviewing for the quiz next week.”

You glanced at the clock beside your computer. It read 3:04 AM. Groaning, you looked at the stacks of sheets in front of you, and then at the textbook filled with highlighted text and sticky notes. But for the hours you had spent studying, you learned next to nothing.

In a moment of desperation, you logged into Facebook and open your study group chat, which you had been added to after your first sit-in.

Y/N 3:06 AM

SOS!!! Is anyone online!!!

Tae Tae 3:10 AM

ya sup

Y/N 3:11 AM

I don’t understand anything??? Pls help

Immediately after you hit “enter,” Taehyung viewed the message. But no response came, and the typing bubble didn’t appear either. You broke out into a nervous sweat, overwhelmed by the fast approaching quiz and your lack of understanding of math in general.

Then, a message notification popped up onto your screen. Taehyung had messaged you separately from the group chat.

Taehyung 3:14 AM

lets just dm. dont wanna annoy the others

Y/N 3:14 AM


Taehyung 3:15 AM

so what don’t u understand?

Y/N 3:16 AM

Everything!!!! All the stuff we went over last meeting has completely left my brain.

Taehyung 3:17 AM

ok prepare urself this is gonna be a long lesson

So, for the next hour, Taehyung did his best to explain the different concepts and methods to you, while you scribbled notes furiously on your worn notebook. By the time he had went through all the material, your hand was throbbing and it was well past 4AM.

Y/N 4:37 AM

Thank you sooooooo much Taehyung! I owe you my life

Taehyung 4:38 AM

no thnx

Y/N 4:39 AM

Ok, rude. But seriously, thanks. I don’t know what I would have done otherwise

Taehyung 4:39 AM

no probs. but u owe me now so don’t forget

Y/N 4:40 AM

I won’t!!!!! You’re the best!

Taehyung changed your nickname to “idiot.”

The day of the quiz came quickly, but when you sat down at your desk, you felt more relaxed than in any other math class. This time, you were actually prepared and confident in your abilities. So when the quiz arrived, you whizzed through every page.

Everything Taehyung had explained to you was on the quiz. You were sure that if you found the quiz easy, Taehyung could probably do it in his sleep. Even though you thought he was a bit annoying, he still had saved your ass.

When the test period finally finished, you grabbed all your belongings and darted from the testing centre. You spotted one of your friends, Jungkook, dashing towards the exit as well.

“Hey, Jungkook!” you called. He turned around, and once he spotted you, he smiled and waited for you to catch up. “How was the quiz?”

“You know I’m the fucking worst at math,” Jungkook scowled, crossing his arms as you walked together. “Fuck, why is this a mandatory course. I’m in liberal arts for a reason.”

“Tell me about it,” you replied, laughing humourlessly. “Luckily, this time I had help. The quiz wasn’t so–”

“Y/N!” someone yelled suddenly, their deep voice booming throughout the hall. Startled, you glanced up, spotting Taehyung a few meters away from you. He hurried over, nearly tripping over himself in the process. “How’d the quiz go?”

“Really well, actually,” you replied. “Everything you explained to me was on it, so I could answer all the questions.”

“No way,” Jungkook snorted. “Y/N, good at math? That’s fucking new.”

“What the fuck?” Taehyung growled, narrowing his eyes at Jungkook. “Watch yourself, you prick. Y/N isn’t stupid.”

“Woah, chill man,” Jungkook replied, putting his hands up in surrender. “I was making a joke. Calm yourself.”

“Let’s all just relax a little bit!” you exclaimed tightly, grabbing Taehyung’s arm and pulling him away from a very volatile Jungkook. He put up little resistance, letting himself be led around the building. When you reached an emptier hallway, you stopped and look back at Taehyung. “What was that all about?”

“He was implying you were stupid,” Taehyung mumbled, his eyes downcast. “And you tried really hard to study for this quiz.”

“You probably tried harder than me, if I’m being honest,” you said. “Plus, you call me stupid all the time. Are you the only one who can say that?”

“No,” he muttered, still unable to meet your eyes. He said something, but he was speaking too quietly for you to understand.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I said,” Taehyung began, clearing his throat awkwardly, “your hair looks bad.”

Reflexively, you reached for your long hair. You had slept with it in a bun last night, so your hair fell in loose waves. Objectively, you knew it looked pretty nice. You looked at Taehyung, confused, but when you saw his expression, suddenly everything clicked.

His cheeks were dusted in pink, and his eyes were darting around everywhere but your face.

“Are you–are you hitting on me?” you asked slowly. Taehyung’s cheeks darkened into a deeper red, and he bit his lip. “Oh my god, seriously? Are you twelve or something?”

“What!?” Taehyung whined. “You’re cute and it’s intimidating! What else can I do?”

“Ask me for my number or something?” you suggested, trying to hold back laughter. “Like a normal person our age?”

“Well, if that’s the case,” Taehyung said, finally lifting his gaze to your face as he scratched his nape awkwardly, “can I cash in my favour for your number?”

“I think I can do that,” you smiled, reaching for Taehyung’s phone once he fished it out of his pocket. “I might even say yes to a date, too.”


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- Girl in Luv

Wow I’m done and it’s 3AM. Nice. This is unedited, so I’ll go back and make corrections later. Hope you all checked out our masterlist! Happy 3k woot woot! Thanks for everyone who’s stuck with us. We’re so glad you guys are enjoying our imagines. Happy reading

Trashy child, trashy mom, trashy yard!

Okay so buckle up as I unwind a marvelous tale of revenge, lust, betrayal and MURDER! Okay, maybe just some petty revenge. On mobile.

Now look here. I live in a nice residential neighborhood. We are the only college students in a sea of families. Because of this I make a point to be respectful to these families. No raging parties, just the occasional bonfire. Not midnight screaming match with the boyf. No loud sex noises. All in all, best college neighbors ever.

However, there is the one woman who is always just a jerk. About once a calender season, her and her boyfriend have screaming matches in the street between 2-4am. And I don’t mean they fight for 2 hours straight and I could walk out and yell at them. I am the kind of person who would do that. Instead they fight, usually about her cheating??? Then walk a few blocks down, I fall asleep then they come back just as I drift off. But you know what, I don’t know her life. I let it slide.

But this dickfuzz of a woman also has a child. She yells at him a lot but never at night. Again not my problem. Until yesterday. Little heathen is prancing around my yard picking dandelions. Cool little man, do you. But no, I forgot this SOB is a the hell spawn that even Satan didn’t want to own up to making. Out of nowhere kicks the full trash can awaiting pick up into my yard.

This is not a bump oh noooo situation. Little beast flat round house kicked it sent everything flying. I was in clear view on the porch at this point enjoying an after dinner coffee and I rightfully contain any swearing. Instead I say, “what are you doing? Pick that up!”

Not even a sorry as the kid dashes away to his house. I get up to cross the street to knock on his door and Noone answers. I know his mother is home, her car is there and TV was on. But hey, maybe not. I’m not breaking down the door to find out. I pick up my trash and toss it back into the can and continue on with my night.

Little did I know, the boyf threw out the cat food my cat didn’t like. I was unaware it still had food in it, which then scattered into my yard. Cue me waking up the next morning getting ready to rush to class when BAM trash EVERYWHERE!!! Just as the garbage men drive by with a apologetic look.

As I look sadly at the scattered dreams,  a neighbor sitting on her porch calls out. Said she thought she had heard raccoons last night then a bang. This is very likely since there was a trail of cat food leading up to a treasure trove of raccoon snacks. Well, time to skip class to clean up since I’m being watched.

Now my boy and I cook a lot. We always throw out our left overs from the week on garbage night. Last night when I cleaned it up it was still a bit cold. But now, it has been baking in the unseasonably warm can and has festered. Nasty gross uck. Plus it has to go back behind my house until next week. Suddenly the kids mother appears and starts outright whining about how college kids are so inconsiderate, never take care of their yards, litter, ect.

Okay. Losing patience, but maybe she didn’t know. I calmly explain what happened yesterday and how it most likely factored into the events of the morning. (Never had raccoon problems ever) I didn’t even solely blame her kid, even though it only happened because of Deathwing  Jr.

She just goes on a tiraide about how it couldn’t be her flame imp of a child. How my yard always looked like this and I was just trying to blame it on her kid. (Like really? I’ve always had bacon fat crusted boxes hanging out in my yard?) And how she’s glad someone finally made me pick it up but if I don’t stop involving her child she would report me to the HOA. (Uh, we don’t have one? ) She proceeded to complain as crossed the street while unfortunately not being hit by a car.

Alright. Long fuse, big bomb. I silently pick up the rest of the crap and ignore the neighbors comments about what a horrid woman she was. Instead I begin plotting.

You see the trench swan has a baby. And I see her take out the trash at least once a night, with what I am assume are stink bombs of diapers. As soon as night falls I enact my plan. I grab a handful of cat TREATS! Racoon go bonkers for them. And make a small invisible trail to her trash can in the alley. I even prop open the lid with a stick. I’m barely out of sight when I see the first set of reflective eyes.

This morning I was woken up much happier at 7am to her screaming about all raccoons needing to be shot. (Hey now, they’re just trying to eat.) Take a peak and they had not only thrown the dirty diapers and other trash all over the alley but also dragged it all over the right side of her front yard. Took her 2 hours to clean up after the hour of complaining while standing in dirty diaper scent range hoping a neighbor would help her. Eventually made the kid come out to help, (why is he not in school, like it’s a freaking Thursday) now he knew, but there isnt a damn thing he can do about it. Just gave me the evil eye while i sat on the porch. That was a good cup of coffee.

I will continue to do this every few nights until the next trash day. So maybe a solid more times. Plus, raccoons get a nice snack. I just hope I remember to bring snacks next time.

TLDR; Brat knocked over my trash can, I cleaned up but raccoons knocked it over again due to his roundhouse kick. Mom then complained about the trash in my yard as I was cleaning it up. Baited their diaper filled trash for prime racoon attack. It worked. Diapers everywhere. Got to watch them clean up.

Note: if they put out traps I will cancel the plan and disable the traps. No need for our furry scavengers to get hurt.

UPDATE TIME: Tried to do it again last night. Wanted to scope out the area. Diner squall is sitting on the porch in the dark muttering in the dark to her boyfriend? I haven’t seen them throw out any trash yet. No sign of raccoons either. Will update when I see them throw out something and reenact the plan.

LAST UPDATE: So I’m too busy to maintain this thread or my revenge. My petty fire has died. Saw her throw out a diaper genie bag last night. (Ew) called on the coons one last time. Was messy as hell when I went to bed at 1 last night. Cleaned up the morning. For good measure when I saw her come home today after my classes she looked dead tired. I am amused. Goodbye!

Why Him? || Jughead Jones


A/N: Sign me tf up for angst omfg. Also this is really short but I hope you like it!!

Gif by @greyjoyvs


As you drove the short distance to Betty’s house, container of hot chicken noodle soup resting on the floor on the passenger’s side, you wondered what illness the blonde could’ve had.

Betty had gone home immediately after school, saying that she felt sick. You knew Betty rarely got sick and you wanted to help her out. She was one of your closest friends. You told her everything and vice versa. So what kind of friend were you if you didn’t take care of her?

You parked the car in the Coopers’ driveway and walked up to the front door, knocking on it gently. When you didn’t get an answer, you knocked again. No response.

Huh. Weird.

You decided to try and see if the door was unlocked. It was. With a creak, the door opened and you stepped inside the house. It wasn’t unusual for you to let yourself into the Coopers’ house and vice versa. Your two families were basically… well… one big family. Betty was like your sister. You placed the container soup on the counter and and began the trek upstairs.

Thinking Betty was up in her room resting, you quietly walked up the stairs, hoping you weren’t disturbing her. You got to her door and opened it without knocking.

“Hey, I know you’re sick and—” you began but stopped when you saw Betty heavily making out with someone on her bed.

The two of them sprung apart and you covered your eyes with your hand before you could see who was kissing the blonde.

“Oh, God, sorry!” you exclaimed, blushing furiously. “I didn’t realize you had company.”

Who was it? Archie? Veronica?

You heard a chuckle and you froze.

You knew that laugh.

You removed your hand from your eyes and your heart sank at what you saw. Betty and Jughead sitting on the her bed together. They had obviously been making out. If you catching them in the act wasn’t proof enough, both of their lips were swollen.

“Great timing, Y/N.” Jughead joked, smiling cheekily.

You knew he meant no harm by the comment, but it stung just the same. You turned your attention to Betty, who wasn’t smiling. She was looking down guiltily, avoiding eye contact with you. Jughead’s smile faded as he realized you weren’t laughing.

“You knew,” you said softly to Betty, and she looked up at you.

Tears welled up in your eyes.

“For ten years. You knew. And you still…” you trailed off, knowing if you continued you would start crying.

Jughead looked back and forth at you and Betty, confused. He got up.

“Y/N, what’s the matter?” he asked, walking towards you.

You quickly shook your head, backing away. Jughead stopped, hurt at the fact you were trying to get away from him.

“N-Nothing, I-I was just shocked to see you two together, that’s all.” you said, surprised you were able to keep your voice steady.

Jughead rose his eyebrow at you.

“I don’t think—” he began but was cut off by you shaking your head again.

“No, it’s fine, Jughead, don’t worry about it. Trust me. Um, I’ll see you guys at school, alright?” you said, your voice cracking on the last word.

You dashed out of the room and down the stairs, grabbing your keys from your pocket. You heard fast footsteps behind you.

“Y/N, wait!” Betty exclaimed.

You ran faster as you rushed out of the door, quickly unlocking your car door, getting in. You heard shouts of your name but they were nearly deafened by the sound of your heartbeat. You shakily put the key in the ignition before the car roared to life. A bang on the passenger side’s window was the last thing you heard before you backed out of the driveway and onto the street, tires screeching hideously as you sped away.

You drove home, tears streaming down your face as the loud music blared with one question on your mind for your “soul sister.”

Why him? Why Jughead?


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Anyone But You

Originally posted by won-der-land89

Request: Hi!!! I’ve never done this before so sorry if I sounds aggressive, but I’ve had this idea for a long time now and hoped you can bring it to life. The reader has been with the Winchesters for many years now and Dean has the worlds biggest crush on them. So being Dean he pushes her away by insulting her. She doesn’t really care and brushed them off with ease, but one day he calls her a slut/whore and she snaps due to her VERY abused past, and the brothers had known nothing of her true past?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: language (Drunk Dean being an ass pretty much)

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Chance Encounters (Peter Parker)

Summary / Request: “Hiii, how are you? Could you do a[n] imagine with spiderman (tom)? (Y/N) fathers works in shield and she is familiar with all the avengers, and she goes to the [same] school as peter. She is very brave and smart, and they both fall in love and start dating” / The day Y/N and Peter meet and the day Y/N confesses her feelings for him.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of a gun


requested: anon

word count: 1454

Originally posted by juliechavira

With so many wonders to explore in Manhattan, Y/N always finds a way to Stark Tower. The building blends in with the concrete jungle of the city, but because of the distinguishing architecture and being a home of heroes she could not help to gravitate towards it. Luckily with her father working closely with The Avengers, Y/N often joins him on meetings just to have the opportunity to be in the tower. Over time Y/N befriended The Avengers to where she can stop in unannounced no problem. Though ever since the accords tore a rift between the heroes, Tony requested for Y/N to not visit until three months later, and she was asked to come back and catch up.

After many visits to Stark Tower, Y/N always, and will always be in awe of the exalted building. Before entering, taking a step back to admire it once more, focusing in on the details and away from the buzz of the crowd, she hears the click of a camera.

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So I wrote a thing

I totally don’t know what to title this but uh maybe give this a read?? I’ve never written newsies stuff before and nobody proofread it so don’t judge too harshly please!

The first time Davey has an attack in front of Jack he runs to hide it. Makes up a stuttered excuse about going to the bathroom and avoids Jacks usual friendly pats on the back just so he won’t notice he’s shaking. They were with Crutchie and Spot and Racetrack in a place that was too crowded, too loud, too much. David had only met Jack a few days earlier, considering he’d just transferred, and he desperately didn’t want the reputation of the ‘panicky scared freak’ that he’d had at his old school.

So when in the middle of a conversation he felt the familiar drumming of his heart and lump rising in his throat David gently pushed Jacks arm off of him. This earned a confused look from the table and a concerned “You okay Dave?” from Jack.

Dave. The lump in Davids throat grew at least two sizes larger and he stumbled out of the seat, glad that it was probably too dark to see the blush taking over his face. “B-bathroom” Silently cursing his stutter he rushed off before anyone could stop him. When the loud chatter of conversation seemed to bleed through the walls of the abandoned restroom it was all David could do to keep from sliding down the wall and crying.

“I 2 3 4 5” Slowly counting and going through his routine breathing exercises David felt his pulse slow and the lump in his throat unknot itself. Taking one last deep breath he walked back out to the group and made up some lame excuse about getting caught up when his mom called him. This led to the boys all teasing him about how ‘sweet’ he was, brushing off his weird behavior as just being David.


The second time he has an attack around Jack it’s during lunch. It was Davids second week at their school, and most of the boys had learned that David was not touchy. Although he was affectionate he showed it through exasperated sighs and sheepish smiles, because touch just wasn’t his thing (giving or receiving).

Jack was the one exception. The way he’d casually place an arm around Daveys shoulders and how he’d always greet him with a hug all made Dave feel safe. Jack was always patient, at first he’d constantly asked permission but within just a few days he and Davey had learned to communicate almost telepathically. And the boys all recognized this and respected it. Davey didn’t like being touched and if you did something he wasn’t comfortable with then you had to deal with a pissed off Jack Kelly.

So when Skittery’s (slightly annoying) cousin Franky sat a little too close to David during lunch it set red flags off in his mind. Choking out laughs and keeping his gaze fixed on Jack and Racetrack who were on his other side David tried to pretend he was fine. Tried to pretend that just the body heat of Franky wasn’t making his hands shake and his heart hammer.

“Ugh Collins is such a dick Davey!” Groaned Jack overdramatically as he chomped down on his pizza. “I mean who assigns a packet over the weekend?!” Scrunching his nose as his friend talked with his mouth full David gave Jack a stern look, smiling when Jack swallowed his food before speaking again. “Over freaking Romeo and Juliet! The most overrated book of all time!”

Across the table Romeo let out an offended scoff, which made them all burst into giggles. David had almost forgotten about The over enthusiastic kid sitting much too close to him until Franky casually draped an arm around Davids shoulders as he was laughing. Nobody else seemed to have noticed until Davids laugh suddenly cut off and he sat rigid.

Racetrack was the first to notice what had made David suddenly so uncomfortable and a fierce glare was sent to Franky. A few others (Romeo, Skittery, and Blink) also sent dirty looks to Franky but he didn’t seem to get the message.

Then Jack noticed, and right underneath the surface he was livid. “Hey Franky” he calmly greeted in a saccharine sweet voice. The mentioned boy leaned over David to hear what Jack had to say, which only made it worse.
Squeezing his eyes shut and hunching his shoulders closer to him David tried to slow his breathing. “How about you let go of Davey here okay Franky?” There was a sickly sweet venom to Jacks voice as he smiled at Franky.

Leaning back into his seat Franky laughed, “Aw, he yours Jack?” The comment itself made Jack nearly boil over but what happened next made the entire table mad.

He squeezed David and pulled him into his side, ruffling his hair. Shooting out of his seat David dashed towards an abandoned hallway, his legs shaking so bad he nearly couldn’t stand.

“He don’t belong to nobody you dick” A Seething Jack shoved Franky’s chair back before running after Dave.

'Not today not here’ David thought frantically. Everything around him faded into a blur as he gasped like a fish out of water, too panicked to even think of his breathing exercises. Slipping down to the floor he tried desperately to think of anything, resorting to tears when it didn’t work.

“Shit Dave”

The discord inside Davids head calmed the tiniest bit as he recognized Jacks voice. But he was acutely aware of the fact that Jack was panicking a little bit too.

“Hey hey just breath okay? Count with me bud”

A barely managed nod enough for Jack and he was surprised when David grabbed one of his hands, squeezing tight. Wasn’t affection the reason for Davids current panic anyways?

“1 2 3”

Squeezing Davids hand Jack sat down across from him, letting out a relieved sigh when his counts were finally repeated.

“1-1 2 3”

They continued counting until Jack felt Davids hands stop shaking and his stutter all but vanished. “I’m sorry Davey, I knew Franky was sitting too close but I figured it wouldn’t get too bad.” The two sat with their back against the lockers, Jacks arm draped across Davids shoulders and David leaning into his side for support.

“Its fine, I get these all the time” Jacks breathing hitched and David winced. 'He thinks you’re a freak, a wimp. He’s gonna leave you like everyone else’

But Jack didn’t leave, he squeezed David just a little bit closer to his side. “Why didn’t you tell me Dave? Is that why you left at dinner the other night?”

And so they spent lunch and their free period discussing Davids anxiety and how Jack could help.


The third time David has an attack around Jack, Jack does everything he can to prevent it.

Several of their friends were in the band and so he’d joined Jack and Crutchie for a football game to see their friends play. David had yet to attend any games because a football game was just about the worst place for somebody with sensory overload issues and a pretty severe anxiety. But Jack promised he’d be with him all night, and so David allowed his best friends to drag him to the game.

“Popcorn Dave?” Crutchie asked, holding it out towards his friend who shook his head. Currently the three sat towards the top of the bleachers because it was less crowded and Jack assured David 'you can see better up here anyways’. Jack and Crutchie sat on either side of him, David leaning into Jack who had an arm wrapped protectively around his shoulders. After a particularly bad call yelling and shouts rippled throughout the audience and David nuzzled into Jacks scarf.

“It’s too loud Jacky” Wincing at the quiet tone of the curly haired boy who was hiding in his scarf Jack nodded.

Pushing Davids hair off of his forehead Jack placed a light affectionate kiss on the exposed patch of skin, which only made David burrow into his scarf more in an attempt to hide his intense blush. “How about I go get you a hat or some earmuffs?” After a second of hesitation David nodded because Jack wouldn’t take longer than five minutes and Crutchie himself had an anxiety problem and knew what to do if an attack happened. “I’ll be right back okay?” Gently Jack shifted David over towards Crutchie, who smiled brightly and held Davids hand to assure him that somebody was still with him.

“Thanks Jack”

Watching Jack walk down the stairs and away from him made Davids heart panic. He knew it wasn’t healthy, this unsafe feeling he got whenever Jack wasn’t around. Pushing it down he instead leaned into Crutchie who jumped a little in surprise because David normally wasn’t comfortable with much more than occasional hand holding.
A moment later he smiled and melted into the affectionate gesture, holding Davids hand just a bit tighter.

“Dave do you even like football?” Sheepishly David shook his head and Crutchie laughed. “Me neither, but Jack sure does have a way of convincing people to do things. Wanna watch Netflix on my phone instead?” With a nod David snuggled even further into Crutchies side.

That’s how Jack found them 10 minutes later when he returned with nachos and a cute red and yellow beanie for David. When he saw his best friend since kindergarten and his new best friend cuddled up on the bleachers and giggling hysterically at something on a phone screen he couldn’t stop the affectionate smile on his face. God he had already known he loved Crutchie, but now Dave comes along with his crystal clear blue eyes and his curly hair and sarcastic comments and random facts. Jack should feel guilty shouldn’t he? After all somebody had once told him it was impossible to actually love 2 people at the same time.

Then again, when did Jack Kelly ever listen to what anybody else said?

The fourth time, Jack’s the one who causes it.

He really hadn’t meant to, honest. What kind of dick would intentionally cause their friend/crush to have an anxiety attack?

A few weeks ago Jack had confessed to Crutchie, babbling about how he was in love with his best friend for what seemed like hours until Crutchie just laughed and pressed his lips against his. Jack thought that once he had Crutchie his love for Davey would go away. Not that he wanted it to but it made him feel guilty.

Little did he know Crutchie felt the same way.

When he’d first heard they were together Davids heart sank. The two people he had slowly fallen in love with were in love with each other. There would probably be no more safe touches, no more protective arms placed around shoulders. No mumbled Daves, and no bright Daveys. Jack and Crutchie had each other…so why would they need him?

And so he drifted. It started with little things like denying requests to hang out, or 'forgetting’ to respond to calls and messages. (Both of them knew Davey didn’t just forget things) And then it turned into avoiding them at halls, sitting next to Skittery who sat on the other side of the table from his usual spot. The last straw was when David completely walked past their table and took a seat on the ground, leaned against the wall.

“Okay that’s it. I gotta see what’s up with him.” Standing up from his seat Jack made his way over to David.

“Jack Kelly do not confront Dave- I can’t believe you!” Skillfully avoiding students Crutchie bounded over to Jack (or at least as close to bounding as one could get when they had to use a crutch) in an attempt to stop him. “Jack you’re going to overwhelm him! Just wait and we can ask him to come over after school or something and ask then!”

Turning to face Crutchie Jack sighed. “But he won’t Crutch. He’s avoiding us and I have to know why” Continuing his speedy approach towards Dave he stopped only when he was almost directly in front of Dave.

Red flag.

Despite the fact that he knew Jack would never actually hurt him David recognized the fact that he was now trapped against the wall. And that was no good. No good no good no no no no no. Swallowing his strawberry David kept his gaze fixed on Jacks shoes. “Y-yes?”

In a tone that came off much harsher than intended Jack asked him, “Why are you avoiding Crutch and I?”

Shaking hands.

Gripping his hands together Davids shoulders tensed up and he scrambled for an answer. How do you tell your best friend that you like both him and his boyfriend? “I-Its nothing”

“Oh so you just decided to be a dick and avoid us because of 'nothing’?” The moment the words came out Jack regretted them. Everybody had problems, and Jacks was not thinking before he spoke. “Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean that Davey i-i just” kneeling down to Davids level he reached an arm out to pay him and flinched when David shied away, shaking violently.

“Oh now you’ve gone and done it Jack Kelly” Crutchie whispered harshly. Shooting a glare at his boyfriend he plopped onto the floor, fixing his gaze on David. “Hey hey can you count for me Davey? Just repeat after me, 12345”

Breathing shallowly David tried to copy, stutter and getting stuck and growing more and more frustrated until tears shone in his eyes.


He hated to admit it but god Davey had missed the sound of his nickname rolling off Jacks tongue. Missed it so much that just hearing it calmed him down. Missed it so much that he grabbed onto both Jack and Crutchie hands tightly.

Neither said anything but a glance was shared between them that seemed to convey everything they’d wanted to tell each other.

They both loved Davey, and each other. It was messy and different but it was what had happened.

A hesitant but protective arm was wrapped around Daveys shoulders and he nearly cried again, gripping Crutchies hand even tighter when he started to try and move. “I thought you didn’t need me anymore.”

Jack threw Davey an incredulous look and softly kissed his forehead. “We’ll always need you you goof.” Burrowing into his sweater David thought he would combust when Crutchie scooted next to him and placed another kiss on his forehead.

“B-but you guys have each other and I don’t wanna get in the way of your relationship because you guys deserve to be happy and I don’t wanna be an awkward third wheel so-” His rambles were cut off by Jacks lips on his. David 'walking mouth’ Jacobs was speechless as he looked between Crutchie and Jack in panic.

'Jack just kissed me??! In front of his boyfriend??’ When Crutchie leaned over to repeat Jacks actions David was even more confused. “I-I think I missed something here?”
His voice rose at least 2 octaves as he continued to panic.

“Well you see, I think I like you Davey.” The casual way Jack said it made David snort despite his panic.

“But, but Jack you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes I like him too” As if to prove the point Jack kissed Crutchie. For a minute or so David just opened and closed his mouth without making any actual noise. Crutchie had to bite back a laugh, figuring David would be a little offended if he laughed.

After the minute of David gaping like a fish Crutchie spoke up, “I like you too y'know Dave, and Jack. And we have a sneaking suspicion you like us both too.” Both older boys took the blush that crept up Davids neck as a yes. “So we were wondering if you wanted to be a relationship with us?”

At the renewed look of panic on Davids face Jack scrambled to calm him down. “It’s gonna be messy and weird and if you don’t want to then that’s fine. But we really do both like you Dave.” Squeezing his anxious friends shoulders Jack chewed on his lip as he waited for an answer.

“I-I’d like that, I really would.” Smiling shyly at his friends, boyfriends now he supposed, David nodded. “Yeah I think I’ll like that.”

Love, Hate Relationship. - Stiles Stilinski Smut

Originally posted by itsagirlthingbae

Warnings: NSFW SMUT!!!!

Word Count: 1.2k

Disclaimer: Kind of want to make this into a series. ILY 

Stiles Stilinski was a world class asshole. He knew how to push just about every single one of your buttons and make you practically pull out your hair. The reason you and him didn’t get along was because you two were both super stubborn and always thinking your right even if you’re wrong. So today was no exception, as you sat at the lunch table with the pack, you and Stiles started bickering about nothing really. Scott was used to it but everybody else found it a little annoying but there was really no way of stop the two of you. Besides that, the pack was planning on how to find out what Theo was doing with his pack of chimeras. The plan was to follow them out to the Beacon Hills look out and investigate on what they were doing. But there was a catch. “Well the thing is, the Chimeras are very good at sensing other supernatural beings but, with humans it’s not as easy to track the smell.” Scott said as he looked at you and Stiles. “No way, I’m not going with Y/n, absolutely no way!” He said. “Yeah I can go by myself I don’t need Stiles to go with me, plus he’s really no help anyways.” You smiled at Scott; Stiles scoffed and rolled his eyes. Malia growled “Shut up the both of you, you guys are going, Scott even said so. So just get along for one freaking night that’s all we’re asking.” Everyone in the pack looked impressed but you and Stiles. You really had no way out of this so you both growled a unison ‘okay’. And the rest of the plan was made.

Hopping into the blue jeep with a sigh kicking your feet up on the dash. Your outfit was semi black and so was Stiles’. You needed to blend in, and it was approaching night so black was your best bet. Stiles talked with Scott for just a second longer then hopped into the jeep with a slight growl. “Off.” He said as he started his jeep. “Nah, I’m good.” You replied. He looked at you and for the first time in forever, you didn’t hate him as much as you usually do. His golden eyes glinted in the moon light and his hair was qiffed in the perfect manner. You found him really irresistible but you would never tell him that. As he looked at you he almost looked hungry. “Let’s get this show on the road.” You said while still looking deep into his eyes.  His eyes left you and you almost felt sad.

The drive to the lookout was awkward. The heat between your legs was starting to get worse and worse.  You squeezed your legs together to get some king of friction there. “How do we know they’re going to be there?” You questions picking at your nails. “We don’t, Scott seems to think they are going to be so we go and wait.” He replied. Pulling over onto the shoulder of the lookout making sure you were completely hidden, you and Stiles just sat and waited. With the most awkward silence, you just stared into the black trees waiting for any sign of Theo or one of the Chimeras for about 30 minutes. Getting tired of the silence you commented something that was in your mind the whole night. “What a great way to spend a Friday night.” You laughed and so did he. “What would you even be doing?” He scoffed. “Well as a matter of fact Stilinski I would be having a very hot date with Netflix.” He looked at you again, “Well I would be having an actual date with an actual girl. Not that you know anything about that.” “You know what, why do you have to put me down legit all the time?” “Because If I don’t do it, nobody else will.” When that came out of his mouth it hurt. The fact that he actually does it because nobody else will really pisses you off. “You know what Stilinski fuck off.” You grabbed the door handle and ripped the door open then slamming it shut while walking into the pitch black trees. Stiles got out of the jeep but not immediately, showing you that it wasn’t really a problem of his that you were mad.  “You know you’re going to get lost.” He says trailing behind you. The only thing lighting up the blackness was the moonlight and you tiny flashlight on your phone screen. “Rather get lost than sit another minute in that jeep with you.”  You yelled. Coming across a lake house with the lights lit up, you sat on the bench off onto the distance of it. It must have been a party thrown by some rich snob. It wasn’t as nice as Lydia’s lake house but it was still pretty nice. Stiles surprisingly came up behind you and sat next to you. “Good thing we didn’t get lost.” You just starred at the party going on. The events that happened next just pissed you off even more than you had already been. Stiles hand planted itself on your upper thigh and started moving its way up your skirt. You looked at him with a warning look but you didn’t stop him.

“What baby girl, don’t like to play a little dirty sometimes?” He whispered in your ear simultaneously riding his hand closer and closer to your core. Your breath hitched in your throat from the nickname. A boost of confidence surged through your blood, “Why what are you going to do… Daddy?” After that everything went haywire. Stiles roughly grabbed your neck and connected your lips obviously liking the nickname you gave him. Teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance, his obviously won. Picking you up and setting you on top of the picnic table, he roughly unzipped your jacket and ripped open your button up. You yelped when he did this which just gave him even more confidence. “How do you want to play baby girl? Hmm? You want to go rough or go soft?” “I don’t know daddy. You’re in charge.” He took that as a yes and started UN buttoning his pants and sliding them down to his ankles then he did the same to yours.

Stiles wasn’t very patient at the moment so there wasn’t very much foreplay. “Sorry baby but I need you; I’ll take you home and take my time with you later.” You moaned in response and he rammed his hard dick right into you. The scream you gave could have made anyone worried if they cared enough but in Beacon Hills there was always someone screaming over something. Stiles was very experience and he hit just about ever spot perfectly every time. As his hand came down on to your back side that’s when you knew that this won’t be the only hook up of yours. The moan that came out of you and the growl that came out of his mouth was so sexy it almost made you cum. “Daddy, I’m close.” You choked out. “Me to baby girl, me too.” With that you both let go.

The getting dressed after wasn’t as awkward as you would think it actually was kind of nice. “Stiles.” He hummed an ‘Hmm’ in response. “Why do you hate me?” He looked back at you as he slid his shirt on and handed you his jacket because he ripped your shirt. “I only hated you because I couldn’t have you.” “Well you have me now.”

 Stiles Stilinski was an asshole but you saw a whole new side of him tonight that you haven’t seen before.

Hwang Minhyun: my rival to my husband

Originally posted by oneminhyun

member: hwang minhyun
genre: fluffy
summary: you and minhyun started off as rival co workers fighting for the CEO position and end up dating and eventually getting married
requested: yes

  • you were part of a super successful law firm
  • there were two sections of the law firm, one for big businesses which took care of contracts and a bit of finance and another for private expensive lawsuits and you were the head of the private lawsuits
  • then there was your boss who was the CEO of the whole firm
  • when he decided to retire, the heads of the two sections basically had to battle it out for the CEO position
  • the other head was a polite but cold man, his name was
  • Hwang Minhyun
  • you and minhyun always had a tense relationship always trying to be better than one another because of the competition between the sections
  • that competition only increased as the CEO position was up for grabs
  • instead of exchanging your normal somewhat friendly greetings and making small talk when you have to talk to each other
  • it ended up being awkward silences, a few glares and tight lipped smiles
  • both of you were working your asses off to get this position but the CEO had such a hard time choosing because
  • you were known to be super friendly and outgoing, being a great head since you were nice but you were also very organised and made sure everyone did their work
  • but since you were more understanding and caring it was hard for you to fire people even if they were slacking off on their work especially because most people just had things that have to do with family
  • minhyun had a different way of running his section
  • he was extremely organised, through and strict
  • he was polite but very quiet, he was also extremely handsome
  • you heard many of your co workers fan over him
  • you understood where they were coming from, with his perfect skin, jet black hair, pink lips, a tall frame all wrapped up in a black suit day in and out
  • but you didn’t have time for a man at all, you were completely focused on your career and no guy you’ve met could understand that
  • you haven’t gone a date since college which was 3 years ago
  • your career was skyrocketing and now the CEO position was open with only one person between you and that position you were determined to get it
  • one day your CEO called you into his office, as you entered you saw minhyun but you knew your CEO wasn’t telling you who’s replacing him because he said he’ll announce it in a month
  • as you enter your eye catches minhyun’s and for a split second you felt butterflies, you brush it off thinking it’s just nerves
  • your CEO for your final assignment it’s decided that you and minhyun would work on a case together
  • you were about to protest but looking at minhyun smiling politely and saying it was a great idea and that he’d love to work with you
  • you whispered under your breath “suck up”
  • but you gritted your teeth and smiled and said half heartedly that it’s a great idea
  • as you were leaving you heard minhyun say quietly to you “i might be a suck up but you’re completely incompetent which means i’m definitely getting this position”
  • he smirks at you arrogantly and leaves quickly
  • you look at him leaving incredulously not believing how rude he was but you also admit you were a bit of a bitch saying he was a suck up
  • you also thought you said it quietly enough for you to hear and no one else
  • but you didn’t know how much you hurt his pride by saying he was a suck up, he just wanted to do well
  • you’re standing there dumbfounded but also hurt that he said you were incompetent especially because of how much work you put in
  • you kept what he said to yourself feeling extremely embarrassed that he said that
  • but minhyun on the other hand ranted to minki, jonghyun, dongho and youngmin
  • “she’s so annoying and rude, like calling me a suck up really?! like i’m not am i?” dongho just said that he was smirking and minhyun rolled his eyes
  • “but afterwards i was bit too harsh to her like i called her incompetent”
  • he basically went back and forward of being mad at you and feeling bad
  • anyways you end up seeing minhyun a lot because of the case
  • you guys just split the work in half and decided to meet up when it was necessary
  • it was always strained, cold and extremely short meetings but one night everyone had left except for you and him
  • you both still had to finish all your work as heads and then work on the case on top of it all
  • you end up working in the same meeting room because you need to ask each other a few things about the case and then you both would go back to typing super fast
  • you get a notification that your pizza arrived, and you’re so happy you needed pizza you were sooo hungry 
  • you dash out of meeting room as fast you can while taking off your heels, so you can run, flinging them behind you
  • minhyun is just extremely confused as he sees you bolt out of the room
  • you come back with a pizza box which smells amazing to him since he still hasn’t eaten dinner and it was 10pm
  • you also have two cans of soda with you
  • he looks at you in shock and surprise, knowing one’s for him
  • you smile brightly at him, not caring about the rude comment he made or the strained conversations because he’s working as late as you and you knew he had no dinner
  • plus he’s doing so much work, you really admire his determination and work ethic, and he really shouldn’t do it on an empty stomach
  • you say to him sweetly “here’s some pizza, i know you haven’t eaten all night and if you’re like me, you’re gonna be here for a few more hours”
  • you add apologetically “sorry it’s not beer, I don’t really drink”
  • he shyly smiles at you being taken aback from your kindness being extremely surprised by who you actually were
  • before he thought you slacked off on your work, socialised too much, and was also rude from the comment you made
  • you completely dismissed those thoughts from him, working as much as he did and really long hours as well, he saw how well organised you were and you got him some pizza even after what he said to you
  • his heart can’t help but get suddenly quicker as he looked at you and realised how pretty you are
  • how your eyes lighted up when you smiled and how you look so cute with you hair in a bit of a mess and small coffee stains on your shirt
  • he finally finds his words “oh no, i don’t really drink either, there was this one time i tried beer and i nearly choked” he ended with a chuckle
  • your heart unexpectedly flutters as you hear his soft laugh you scold yourself telling yourself you can’t like him you’re competing with him
  • plus you needed to be focused on your career and a guy can not come into the equation 
  • anyways you both eat pizza and drink soda and just have a great time, talking about work, hobbies, family, friends, your old schools
  • you both ended up sitting next to each other, helping each other with the different parts of the case
  • whenever your hands brushed against each other or you super close with each other both of your hearts speed up
  • and minhyun blushing lightly saying how hot it was in the room
  • you both end up leaving at 2am, spending a few more hours to talk than you both planned
  • as you get home you called your best friend and talk about how such an amazing guy minhyun is and how he completely understands you
  • and she’s like what?? isn’t this the guy you hated like a day ago and you were like whatever he’s amazing now
  • minhyun gets back to his apartment where minki was sprawled over the couch since he just got back from a party
  • minki looks at him for a second confused then screams ‘WHO IS SHE???”
  • minhyun replies “what, she? i’m confused”
  • minki rolls his eyes and says “the girl who’s making you like a lovesick puppy”
  • “seriously minki i do not look like a lovesick puppy but it’s the girl i was complaining about earlier, we spent the night-NO NOT IN THAT WAY WIPE THAT SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE- but she’s super sweet and just beautiful”
  • “whatever you say minhyun-ah, but she got you wrapped around her finger” minki teased
  • “arghhhh, minkiiii, i’m just gonna go to bed” minhyun said while ruffling his hair in frustration
  • anyways
  • these sort of nights become a regular thing for you two
  • you both end up falling for each other, like a lot a lot 
  • you literally stare at each other in meetings, and when you meet eye contact both of you blush or it’s like you guys making funny faces the whole time
  • the thing is both of you know you like each other but it’s just something you both don’t talk about LIKE NEVER cause you’re shy beans
  • you guys finish the case and it ends up being such a success
  • the CEOnim asks you two since you both performed so well you both could have a joint CEO position
  • you two both agree happily and after all the papers are signed
  • you jump into minhyun’s arms exclaiming how happy you are and he beams back at you saying he’s so glad that you can share the position to
  • you both suddenly realise how close you are to each other
  • he whispers to you “y/n can i kiss you?”
  • your heart explodes and you give him a small nod and a smile
  • he gives you a sweet and soft kiss on the lips it was short but you loved it  it felt so right and you felt all warm and fuzzy inside
  • he starts speaking again “as you can tell i like you, like so much and i have since the night you brought me pizza, so will you be my girlfriend?”
  • he can’t meet your eyes and is face his bright red you giggle softly at the sight
  • you cups his face gently and look at him directly in the eye
  • “i’d love to be your girlfriend minhyun.”
  • he smiles a bright smile and you can’t help but admire the way his eyes crinkle up as he does
  • he hugs you tightly, him remembering the scent of you and how you fit perfectly in his arms
  • anyways you guys date for about a year before he pops the question
  • lol don’t kill me for skipping so much it’s gonna be too long if i do it all
  • you guys end up moving in together in the apartment which is provided for the CEO of the company
  • dates with him consisted of like amazing dinner and movie dates, walks and picnics in the park, or just cuddling up on the sofa with your favourite pizza and soda
  • the whole joint CEO system worked super well
  • your personalities balanced each others perfectly
  • minhyun also became much more friendly and open because of you
  • you were like a little sister to all the nu’est guys and they always sided with you instead of minhyun
  • “youngmin oppaaaa minhyun won’t let me eat his chocolate” you say pouting to youngmin
  • “HYUNGGG WHY DO YOU ALWAYS TAKE HER SIDE??” minhyun complains
  • “BECAUSE I LOVE HER MORE THAN YOU” youngmin retorts while scoffing
  • you open your mouth cutely and minhyun feeds you a chocolate trying to be pissed off but he fails at not smiling when he saw you moan how good it was he laughed super loudly
  • anyways it was just a random night and you and minhyun doing your favourite date, cuddling, eating pizza and watching netflix
  • as you were on the couch, you notice there was no pizza and you asked minhyun where the pizza box was and he replied “this box?”
  • you gasp as you saw the small velvet box
  • he got down on one knee and smiles at you he starts to talk sweetly to you
  • “y/n exactly one year ago, i fell in love with you, you brought me pizza and a can of soda remember? so a year later here i am completely devoted and madly in love with you. you are my other half and i can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else so y/n will you be my wife, mrs minhyun hwang?”
  • as he finished, you started crying and said “YES! YES! YES! minhyun i love you so much, i truly couldn’t imagine my life without you”
  • he slides the ring up your fourth finger
  • your hug him super tightly feeling like the happiest person in the world
  • time skip after the wedding cause you’re really lazy author is NOT BOTHERED i’m sorry okayyyy still love meee
  • your wedding was amazing, it was super small and very low key, with only your closest friends and family for a short ceremony and the reception was a fancy meal
  • the vows exchanged were super sweet and everyone at the wedding could see the love radiating from you two
  • you decided not to go on a honeymoon because of how busy you were both at the company
  • your marriage was amazing the best way to describe it is comfortable
  • you both helped each other so much at work and at home
  • you would work like such a well oiled machine at work you’d be across from each other offices
  • always bringing each other coffee and drinks
  • being the ultimate couple in your company
  • doing like work 2x faster because of each other
  • you’d both get to work and drive back at home at the same time since minhyun loves driving you two
  • you’d sometimes just go on a detour to like mcdonalds to get dinner
  • or like drive around the city
  • at home everything is super nice like you’d do the chores together (mostly minhyun tbh) and like have so much fun doing it
  • cooking was extremely simple because both of you didn’t know how to cook
  • when both of you tried to cook it would be a complete disaster which ended up both of you getting head to toe covered in different ingredients or something burning
  • “oopsie, would a kiss make it better?” he would say cutely
  • “no, make it again, i don’t want your kisses” you’d say jokingly pissed off
  • he’d wrap your arms around you giving you a back hug
  • “ohhhh come onnn, hmmm how about tickling?” then he’d tickle you and you’d burst out laughing
  • he’d tickle you so much you end up spilling the cake batter all over you him
  • “oopsieee” you say sweetly, smiling cheekily
  • and minhyun looks at you in disbelief and then he throws an egg at you smirking at you as you look at him in fake shock
  • which basically ends up into a huge food fight
  • moving on
  • you guys love cuddling up on the couch whether it ended up with you two doing work or just watching netflix it was just nice to have each other there
  • the favourite bit of your day was when both of you were about to sleep
  • and you’d just be in minhyun’s arms and you could hear his steady heartbeat
  • you just felt so loved and happy when you were with him
  • whether that was at work or at home, night or day it really didn’t matter because he was so completely in love with you and you were too
  • you knew that you would be one of those lucky couples which grew old together not only because of your love but how you guys were best friends and how comfortable you guys were with each other
  • you knew
  • hwang minhyun will forever and always be your husband and you will always be his wife

IM SORRY FOR LIKE SKIPPING THE WEDDING & LIKE A LOT OF THE DATING. I HAVE A MAJOR MATHS TEST TOMORROW AND LIKE I DIDN’T REVISE AND WROTE INSTEAD lmao next few hours just gonna be revision.  I hope y’all still liked it tho even tho it was pre rushed. The request was actually just marriage life with minhyun but like i basically made it into an enemy to lovers to married couple so whoopsss. anon who requested hope you still like it!!! 

Idiot - Seongwoo Au

- Admin Xion <3

Originally posted by ttaetv

genre: fluff but very minimal angst
member: ong seongwoo
word count: 7794
requested: yes
side notes: lots of swearing near the end but its not that much at the same time

requested by: anon

HI can i request an Seongwoo scenario where you’re a very lively person and strong on the outside or when you’re infront of other people but when you’re on your own you break down and cry something like that and seongwoo finds out? Can i have an angst and fluff one please? THANK YOU

- hi im sick so uh
- sorry if this is trash just like me hah
- anyways
- “y/n!” your best friend, hyuju called out
- she ran up to you as she took heavy breaths once caught up
- “come with me! i have something to show you,” she excitedly said as she took your hand and began dragging you
- you were dragged into the outdoor cafeteria as she pushed through the crowd, still dragging you
- you saw a fellow mutual, kyuji, on the table arm wrestling someone else for fun
- despite it was for fun, kyuji was dominating and giving it everything she got, winning the arm wrestle
- as your eyes wandered around, you saw seongwoo standing on the opposite side from you
- seongwoo and you are practically good friends
- he’d call you idiot often
- cause he found it cute every time you messed up or was flustered
- you guys lived beside each other and could see each other from your room windows
- this mainly began when seongwoo accidentally mistaken your house for jihoon’s
- but it slowly became a routine
- after kyuji won the battle, everyone began chanting your name to go up next
- deep down, you sorta didn’t want to do it
- but everyone just kept on pushing you closer
- and suddenly you found yourself sitting across from her and having to place your arm out
- you softly chuckled as kyuji smiled warmly and wished you luck before the battle begun
- despite giving it your all, you lost in the end as your arm started to ache
- you forced a smile and acted like you weren’t in pain as you softly held it a bit, trying to make it look natural
- time skip woosh woosh
- you were walking around in the hallways as you overcame a group whispering your name
- this group was a so-called group you thought who were your friends
- i repeat
- thought
- past tense
- “y/n sorta looks like a slut not gonna lie-” the people in front of them all made aggressive eye contact as hyura turned around
- “oh my god, imsosorry-” hyura blurted
- the words hit heavy likes knives but you faked a smile
- “nono, issokay. i sorta agree too so,” you replied as you walked away smiling to hide the pain
- hyura always talked bad about people
- she made peoples lives hell
- and acted fake and all nice
- you hated her
- but never spoke up because you always thought she could change
- it seemed like your arm ached as just as much as your stomach but you chose to ignore it like always
- your next class begun
- in which was gym
- gym class started as usual as you were assigned to do some weightlifting
- you attempted to lift up the 7 pound weight with your right arm but it began to sting and hurt so much to the point where you were on the verge of tears
- you passed the weight over to your left arm and just begin lifting it with only your left
- but you couldn’t focus on anything due to how much your right arm was hurting
- “hey y/n, can you help with carrying all the textbooks in mrs.joons class over to the library?” your gym teacher asked
- and despite you wanted to say no due to the amount of pain in your arm
- you agreed
- as you carried the textbooks down the hallway in which seemed to be too long
- you winced due to the pain but decided not to show it
- coming out of a class, seongwoo left the chemistry lab as he had a hall pass in his hand
- “need help?” he asks with a small grin
- “nah, itsokay,” you blurted without thinking twice
- he silently followed you a bit as he noticed your facial expression you tried so hard to hide
- without a word to be said, seongwoo stepped in front of you as he bluntly took majority of the textbooks out of your arms and carried them
- “seongw-”
- “shhh, where are you bringing this too?”
- “…the library,” you replied softly
- you were quite thankful for his help
- but felt bad although you were annoying him or being bothered some
- yes- a lot of the pain had eased up a bit
- but you felt guilty inside
- “you know, you don’t have to do that,” you spoke as you both entered the library
- “it’s a gentlemen’s job to help a damsel in distress,” seongwoo spoke with a small grin as you chuckled
- you both placed it onto the tables where you return books
- you softly thanked seongwoo as he chuckled and patted your head
- “idiot,” he spoke
- “don’t carry a shit ton of books if your arm is hurting,” seongwoo spoke as you gawked your eyes a bit
- seongwoo grinned
- “seriously, go to the infirmary or something,” he said as you stared onto the floor
- you nodded as he walked off and you puffed your cheeks up
- time skip woosh
- you were at home as your arm still ached
- you forgot to stop by the nurses room due to all the work that piled over you
- your noise was suddenly stuffy
- passing your parents who were both in the kitchen and going into your room, you closed the door, making sure it was fully shut
- dashing into your bed you laid there silently as the feeling of sadness overflown you like a ocean causing a tsunami
- you slowly closed your eyes staring at the ceiling as a tear dropped from your eye
- you held onto your arm in which burned like crazy and hurt so much
- the comment of you being a slut hit harder than expected as more tears formed for some reason you didnt want to admit
- ‘god you’re such weakling,’ you said to yourself quietly
- slightly chuckling, you sat on your bed as you wiped away your tears
- you sighed as you noticed your window curtains are open
- you walked over as you closed them
- thankfully seongwoo wasn’t in his room to see that
- or was he ..? hEHE
- also im imagining seognwoo in his get ugly outfit throughout this whole scenario. so i dunno if that helps but yeah
- time skip woosh
- you were entering the school when suddenly
- someone took your hand and swung you backwards as you saw seongwoo standing there bluntly
- “idiot,” he says
- you tilt your head in confusion
- he sighs as he walks away
- you felt sorta sad ?¿ but you shock it off easily as you fully entered the school
- school continued as you carried out your normal routine
- sorta made small talk with jihoon
- but it was just mainly about the math homework you both got since jihoon was in your math class
- as you walked down the hallway
- that same group of people whispered your name again
- “y/n is a-”
- but suddenly, out of the nowhere seongwoo approaches
- “wow hyura is such a bitch who had such a low life and acts fake since she cant live up to her shit talk because she’s too scared to start start when shes the definition of it,” seongwoo attacked as he folded his arms
- everyone had their attention on him
- they were all shocked
- hyura, (the girl who called you a slut and apologized) was speechless
- “and don’t fucking apologize if you’re just gonna talk more shit because we all see what you post of your snapchat stories and how much you love to make people’s life a hell,” seongwoo added on
- “seongwoo-” you tried to speak up
- “apologize to y/n. and not just y/n- but everyone’s lives you made an actual living hell,” seongwoo attacked as hyura’s eyes began to shyly scatter around the hallway, noticing how much people are whispering and talking
- hyura began to laugh as she rolled her eyes and walked away
- you wanted to punch her but you didnt
- seongwoo chuckled loud enough for her to hear
- “pathetic,” seongwoo yelled
- you then approached seongwoo as he turned around
- “t-that was a bit much,” you spoke shyly
- “she deserved it. you don’t deserve to cry silently to yourself you idiot,” seongwoo spoke as a small grin formed on his face
- you looked at him in the eye as you began to feel flustered
- “yOU SAW?” you raised your voice
- he chuckled softly as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders
- you could feel your heart almost bursting
- “stop hiding pain, itsokay if you need to vent or say no you idiot,” seongwoo spoke with a small smile

Not Falling For Your ‘Jeojangs’

Wanna One’s Park Jihoon X Reader [fem ver]

Lee Daewhi ver


Word count: 3270

• as much as you love your best friend, Park Jihoon, you’re not super impressed by his job choice for the summer
• and the fact that his new job involves interacting with other customers in the most heart racing manner
• but he’s your best friend? That’s all he’ll ever be, right? ;)

hey anon, I hope you still like this even though I added bff - bf even though it wasn’t mentioned by you but I had to come up with a plot. ( I am so cliche I shld quit ) You can re request when my request box opens again! Thank you, anon.

- admin L

When your best friend - whom you had known since middle school and of nine years - Park Jihoon, told you that he applied for a job at the new flower boy cafe near your house, you laughed and told him not to joke about things like that. You nearly shoved him off his bed when he said he was serious about the matter.

“What? Y/N, you don’t think I’ll make a good flower boy?” He exclaimed, mildly offended. “Yah! All my hyungs call me the flower boy.”

“Full offence but Sungwoon is the flower boy,” you replied, pulling up your phone to show Jihoon photos from Sungwoon’s latest photo shoot. “I mean, look at that. This is pictorial evidence. How are you the main flower boy? Once, you wore a yellow t-shirt and daisy patterned pants. I think that’s the closest-”

“Okay! Thanks for the information,” Jihoon shouted, the tips of his ears going red when you brought up his dark past and terrible fashion sense.

“Okay, but seriously, why do you want to work there? Didn’t you say you were traveling for this break?” You took a sip of Jihoon’s drink before planting the bottle back on his bedside table. Your tongue swiped over your bottom lip and Jihoon caught that, he shifted his gaze as heat rose to his face. 

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Pairing: Nalu

Rating: K+

Summary: In a world where meeting your Soulmate is what brings colour to your world (quite literally), Lucy is an anomaly. She is very much in love, and very content, but can see only in greys.  That is, until someone else does colour her world. A Nalu not-quite-a-Soulmate-AU Soulmate AU one-shot.

Genre: Romance, hurt and comfort

Notes: A.k.a where I continue indulging in my guilty pleasure of messing around with popular tropes. A super big shoutout to @x-benihime for her support and all her Post Its (I’m keeping ‘em)

‘The sky was a wonderful azure, one as clear as her beautiful auburn orbs.’

Lucy stifled the need to roll her eyes. Again. 

What did azure or auburn translate to anyway?

After pausing a beat, she quickly stole a glance of the sky outside the window of the train she was in, before mentally telling herself off for actually checking. 

It had been as it always had - a nice, light, calming grey. She hadn’t met her supposed “Soulmate” yet, after all. 

Not that she really cared. 

Lucy smiled softly at that thought. She didn’t really care, because she was in love anyway. And while she couldn’t see greens and yellows, he had brought colour to her life in every other way that mattered.

She was in love, and she was loved back. 

‘Natsu,' she mused, absently toying with the fairy shaped locket around her neck. 

Their first meeting was rather unceremonious. They were classmates in college, and that had been the only thing they had in common. They were in different groups of friends, different clubs, even had different ideas of what was fun. 

They had absolutely no reason to actually meet. 

And so they didn’t – not really. 

Not until they found themselves landing the same internship. She to report, him as the cameraman - the both of them began bonding over their cranky boss and a shared determination to tell stories, and tell them well. 

She began packing him lunches when he couldn’t afford food from the canteen.

He would ensure he dropped her home on particularly late nights. 

Before they knew it, they were best friends. 

She knew his tastes, could predict his change in mood and was the only other person his pet cat Happy got along with. 

He knew her routine, her favourite books and just how she liked her coffee depending on the time of day.

They quit the internship together, helped find each other new jobs.

She was there for him when news of his missing father having passed away reached him.

He was the person who helped her run away from her abusive home. 

Moving in together seemed natural - as very platonic roommates of course. 

Though somewhere in all the making and cleaning messes, playing with Happy, cooking together, tucking each other in bed and winter-time cuddles, their feelings changed, evolved. Platonic didn’t fit anymore.

One night, sitting on their balcony and under the stars they realised why. 

“I think I love you,” he had said, as soon as the thought occurred to him.

The clarity those words brought was everything Lucy’s heart had been searching for. She thanked him for it with their first kiss.

It wasn’t short, nor very gentle. And when they parted – only for need of air – Lucy found herself lost in his wide eyes. 

Wondering just what colour they really were. 

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[ Therapy ] • 2

Therapist!Negan x Reader

A/N: So this a continuation of the Therapy piece that I did for a challenge. I think there will be one more part after this. I had a super long day, so when I re-read this I was doubting myself a lot so rather than delete & rewrite I’m just gonna post it. I have nooo idea what’s going to happen in part 3 - ideas are always welcome! - forgive me, my brain hurts right now. Hope you enjoy it lovelies! I appreciate all your reblogs/comments/likes!

Tags: SMUT - TW: attempted sexual assault, suicide, inappropriate doctor/patient relationship 

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Originally posted by holyjeffreydeanmorgan


Tick, tock, tick, tock….

You felt as though the pendulum was knocking against each side of your skull. You rubbed your temples together trying to shake off the growing headache creeping up from the back of your neck. The stress from your awful morning passed into your evening, and you couldn’t bring yourself to maintain a proper conversation since your mind had other pressing matters that were distracting you.  

You have been continuing your therapy with Negan. Each session would start the same, with the two of you silently studying one another for a few minutes until someone finally broke the ice.

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Silently Falling (L.H.)

Originally posted by fivesosgif

A/N: *Nervously laughs* Hey, guys! I know, I suck at uploading. What I’m about to upload isn’t any better but alas, it’s something. I hope you guys like it :)

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“He’s back.”

“Have you seen him? Military school did that boy some good.”

“I know, right? Talk about muscles.”

“He’s hot.”

“Well, he was hot to begin with, but now he’s just oozing sexy.”

I had heard enough and slammed my locker door shut which made the group of girls gossiping a few lockers down from mine stop talking and look at me.

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Catching Some Zs

alrighty, so this is a prompt fromt @taylor-tut, who requested that lance is sick but the team passes it off as stress (while still being sympathetic), only for lance to get worse to the point where he cant even move from the couch. thanks for the prompt, and i hope yall enjoy it!!

The castleship was the quietest it had been in a while. Weeks, probably. Even Keith and Lance stopped their bickering—and what was more surprising was that nobody commented about it.

The team had finally gotten a break from the Galra. Allura had wormholed them so far that it would probably take days before they were found. En plus, the group had no S.O.S. signals, or anything remotely close, and so they were free to rest.

Unfortunately for one of the Paladins, however, rest was not coming easy. This burden was carried upon poor Lance’s shoulders; try as he might, but he could not find sleep. Dusk turned to dawn, and still, the boy was awake. Sleepy, but awake. His head was pounding, his chest felt tight, and he was too hot to sleep with the covers on, but too cold to sleep without them.

And so, there could only be one conclusion: he was sick.

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