sorry this was too hard not to call out

Kacchako Positivity Week Day1: Frail

I’m doing a little story time, comment what you think, ok. I want to improve my writing too. (Coz drawing a whole graphic novel will be too time consuming!)

There are days when things just won’t go right. When you tried your best but you still failed the mission. You don’t want to hear a “You’ll do better next time.” or “It’s ok.” or “I’m glad your safe.” Ochako knows people look at her cute face and small frame and think ‘she needs to be protected.’ She hated that. She needed to succeed to prove to others and to herself that she is not frail.

Katsuki is keen at noticing her frustration and calls her over to his room. She settles in his arms as they quietly lay on the bed. He waits for her to say what’s on her mind, letting her pull on his shirt, kick the bed, muffle her screams and indiscernible mumbling on his chest, and sometimes just float around. He’d play with her hair and rub her back to comfort her, letting out a little “ow” when she hits him accidentally or squeezes too hard, to which she stops, meets his gaze, and slowly says “sorry.”

She’d give a rundown of the incident, what went wrong, who did what, what she should have done. Of course, Katsuki always watched her battles, even the ones posted on social media, that way he could give her pointers and tell her what happened on her blind spots. He’d give her pecks on her head from time to time. More if it seems like she’d cry. He’s absolutely frustrated too. He wanted to back her up. He wanted to kill the bastard who made a fool of her.

Katsuki is no stranger to the same treatment. He’d reluctantly get pulled into her room then promptly throw himself on her bed. He’d cuss and grab the sheets as if he wants to strangle it. He’d burry his face in her pillow and hold on to her as she strokes his hair. She knows he has already watched all the angles, which makes him even more irritated. She keeps quiet and puts her weight on him. He’d rant about how he wanted to switch offices to ones with her and Kirishima in it, or at least somewhere near. He’d admit that he gained valuable experience from them, but he’d be more at ease with people he knows.

Sometimes, he’d just cry. Ochako would cup his face and kiss his eyes, gently telling him that it’s safe here. “No one will see but me. Nobody will know but me.” They’d lay down facing each other holding hands close to their lips so they could share their affection. They’d talk about anything but the recent battle. The food they ate, what their friends are up too, the lesson they had today, anything~ Ochako feels blessed when she manages to get a smile out of him. A genuine smile softly complemented by those flushed cheeks. He’s so endearing.

They usually end up sleeping in those positions. The warmth of their bodies melding together brings them peace of mind. Sadly, some jerk would just barge in to call them for meals, taking pictures and snickering at them on the dinner table. They hid on the roof one time, but getting woken up by Mr. Aizawa was exceedingly embarrassing. Adding insult to injury was a private consultation with Midnight. They got used to it eventually, so did their classmates. If they are missing, they are probably in each other’s rooms.

Wow that was long. That took me a while. I hope you like it!

(BMC) Rich Got A Boyfriend, Song Parody

Parody: Rich Got a Boyfriend
Song: The Smartphone Hour (Rich Set a Fire)
By: Be More Chill

The parody no one asked for, and yet I made.
Also I kind of gave up halfway ahaha sorry

Come on Jer
I know you’re there, ugh
Wait until I tell you what I heard
It’s too great to type it out
It’s ripe
Call back
You’ll freak out, I am sure

Player Two is calling
Player Two is calling
Player Two is calling

Oh my god
Oh my god
Okay so

At the end of school last evening
Very end of school last evening
Did you see Rich?

Yeah, I saw Rich

So he’s behaving weird beyond his normal habit
Jumping up and down like a crazy rabbit

It must be hard living with no squip
I can’t blame him for kind of losing it

Right but
He’s not insane

I never said he–

Yo, he’s not insane!!

I never said he…?

Because I know that it looked wack
But there were reasons for his lack
Of dignity– he had a plan he was scared to do
His fear kicked in and made him look like a goddamn fool
Now, do you want me to tell you?

Spit it out, spit it out!

You really want me to tell you?

Spit it out, spit it out!!

I’ll tell you ‘cause you are my closest friend

I’m your boyf

Yeah, I know
So here’s what happened at the school-day’s end

Rich approached Jake and asked him out on a date
Rich approached Jake and asked him out on a date

He told him he was bi
Wanted to give guys a try

And then Jake said yes and now I think they’re a pair
And then Jake said yes and now I think they’re a pair!!

Omg, Chris, answer me
Is some major news that you need to hear!!


And also space and awkward face
I know you’re not very into gossip and that we’re still uncomfortable over our failed relationship but I actually think you’ll like this and I’m sorry once again about everything, okay?
Smiley face, huggy, question mark


You good?

I am

Awesome so
At the end of school last evening
Did you see Rich?

No I left quick

So he’s behaving weird and Mike was freaking
That Rich lost it; he was shrieking

His life is really bad just give him a break
He still has burn marks from burning down that house

His life is really bad just give him a break
He still has burn marks from burning down that house

Right but
That’s not the point
This time he actually had a plan
Involving Jake– I think you already understand

Rich approached Jake and asked him out on a date
He told him he was bi
Wanted to give guys a try
And then Jake said yes and now I think they’re a pair!!
And then Jake said yes and now I think they’re a pair!!

Hey everybody, have you heard?
Rich got a boyfriend, now go spread the word!

Sending a text! (Text)
Sending a tweet! (Tweet)
Sending a text! (Text)
Tweet! (Tweet)
Release the information, step and repeat

I’m glad to hear (Hear)
That Rich is snout (Snout?)
No I meant out… Did I say snout?
Sorry guys, my typing skills are awful, no doubt
(All her typing skills are awful, no doubt!)

We’re all here
Just in case anyone tries to point or leer
Jake is lucky, so are you
You guys are adorable… And a good match, too!
We’re so proud
The tall popular guy is finally away from the crowd
We’re all here
Screw the haters, you have us so don’t you fear!

{Insert passive aggressive screeching}

The hunt.

Dark!Alpha!Ubbe x Omega!Reader.

I’m just gonna leave this here and we’re never going to talk about it ever again. Dark!Ubbe is really fucking hot though, can we agree? 


fucking kill me

Warning: A/B/O au!, smut, filth, probably non-con because i’m disgusting garbage, dark!ubbe is really hot, oral(giving/receiving), exhibition, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it kiddos), slapping, choking, name calling, spanking, hair pulling, dub/sub, some spitting, breeding kink, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, probably some anal fingering too, biting, scratching, infliction of pain, probably abusive content, cream pies, and this basically just starts out as a rape scene and just… i’m really sorry. 

Originally posted by imaginesparadise

You had tried so hard. 

Gods know how much you had tried to escape the natural desire that ached deep in your abdomen, like a fire threatening to burn down your walls, but as you continued to trek on with legs like steel, not even the cold air that howled like the beast on your trail could extinguish you. Perhaps it was your pride that forced you to flee, only making this a game for the hunter behind you, adding to his twisted arousal. It was folly, your intense denial, thinking that you could out-run nature in it’s course  — thinking you could out-run Ubbe Ragnarsson

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Tell Me What You Want Me To Do || Erik

request: HC for Erik apologizing sincerely to his S-O for the first time ever after a situation that was his fault and he is scared she might actually be leave him. On some “tell me what you want me to do” tevin campbell shit. Tearjerker please.

i’d recommend listening to the song.

warning: angst. this shit ain’t sweet lol.

The analog clock above the staticky T.V. read two-thirty a.m. but you were still wide awake and on your fifth movie of the night. Your grandmother’s house had endless rows of old tapes and DVDs to entertain the grandkids for when they spent the weekend or for when boys named Erik broke their hearts.

You were binge-eating Oreos and watching Tyler Perry plays to distract yourself from the latter. 

Erik had done some stupid things before, like the time he tried to fight your cousin because he thought he was a side nigga. Or the time he showed up to your job to surprise you and ended up causing a scene because he thought one of your co-workers was looking at your legs a little too hard.

But a week ago you found out dramatics had been hypocritical. 

You had seen the text messages. You had seen the pictures in his phone.

“We was bullshittin’ baby,” he tried to explain it away. “It wasn’t serious, we was just talkin’. Come on, you know you my girl.”

“No,” you told him with tears in yours eyes, “Maria is your girl. I’m leaving.”

So you left.

You packed your bags and went to stay with your grandmother. 

“As long as you need to baby,” she held you while you cried the first night… and the second… and the third. 

But now you were all out of tears. All you could do was sit on the couch and press ignore. 

You wanted to hear his voice. You wanted to be in his arms. You wanted things to be different, because when Erik was good, he was great. You wanted him to be like that all the time. 

Why did he have to stoop so low? 

Even through your despair you were still able to laugh lightly when Mr. Brown came on screen and paraded his ashy legs. Mostly because you could imagine yourself pointing at the television and teasing Erik with a playful, “That’s you.” 

It seemed like the most unrelated of things still pointed your mind back to him. 

You were almost ready to doze off and see him in your dreams when the house phone let out its shrill ring, causing you to jump up from near slumber and knock your head on the arm of the couch. You looked at the clock now and it was almost three.

Who the hell?

You didn’t want to answer it, but from the living room you heard your grandmother stirring in her bed, so as not to wake her, you picked up the receiver.



All of your agitation melted away and you froze. That voice sent you back. Those two syllables sounded like something you wanted to wrap yourself up in and remain there forever. You almost forgot why they were coming from the other end of a phone and not from directly next to you, but then the hurt came back. You weren’t the only one he liked to call baby.

“What, Erik?” you frowned, hating that it had to be like this. 

There was a long pause. 

“Can you come home?” 


“I miss you.” 

“And I’m sorry.” 

You’d never heard him sound so broken before. Then again, you’d never felt so broken either. It was an eye for an eye and you had a hard time feeling sympathy.

“I’m sorry too, Erik,” you told him. “I’m sorry that you missed out on a good thing because you wanted to mess around. I’m sorry you think that everything is a game.” 

“I know this shit ain’t a game, Y/N. I know I fucked up, I know I did. But just tell me what you want me to do so I can make it right. So I can get my baby back.”

You could feel the tears you thought were all gone threatening to spill over onto your cheeks yet again. You couldn’t speak, or else you voice would crack and didn’t want him to hear your weakness for him. 

“I’m coming to get you,” Erik finally said. “We gon’ talk about this shit and I’ma show you what’s real. I know this shit ain’t a game, Y/N. I love you.” 

You loved him too.

But he betrayed that in the worst way.

You couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped that time and after one little noise, your cries came out full force.

“Baby, please don’t cr-”

You hung up the phone and covered your mouth to muffle the sad sounds that uncontrollably spilled from the pit in your chest. There was no reason for it to hurt so bad. Why could you feel it in every fiber or your being? 

You sat there, shoulders shaking. Twenty minutes later you heard music and a car horn sounding from the curb. Your cellphone rang and you pressed ignore. You turned the TV up to drown out the noise. 

Needless to say, you didn’t go outside.


’ The rules of hair care are simple and finite. ’
’ Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. ’
’ Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands/wives, they just don’t. ’
’ Whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed. ’
’ There’s nothing I love better than a dumb blonde with Daddy’s plastic. ’
’ My cousin had that once. Apparently you get a really bad rash on your… ’
’ I don’t need back-ups. I’m going to Harvard. ’
’ Well then, you’ll need excellent recommendations from your professors. ’
’ Trust me, I can handle anything. ’
’ Why are you going to throw that all away? ’
’ Oh, sweetheart, you don’t need law school. ’
’ I’m going to get the love of my life back. ’
’ I just liked to watch him/her change the filter. ’
’ Did you see him/her? He’s/she’s probably still scratching his/her head. ’
’ I feel comfortable using legal jargon in everyday life. ’
’ I can’t believe you just called me a butthead.  ’
’ I don’t think anybody has called me a butthead since the 9th grade. ’
’ Why didn’t you call me? ’
’ Uh. I’m sorry. I just hallucinated. ’
’ Excuse me. ’
’ I’m sorry? ’
’ You got into Harvard Law? ’
’ What? Like it’s hard? ’
’ Pooh bear, just get in the car. ’
’ You’re gonna ruin your shoes. ’
’ Sorry for what? ’
’ Well this is so much better than that! ’
’ Excuse me, I have some shopping to do. ’
’ So, when did you wanna go out? ’
’ We spent a beautiful night together and I haven’t heard from you since. ’
’ Well, forget it. I’ve spent too much time crying over you. ’
’ Because I’m not a Vanderbilt, suddenly I’m white trash? ’
’ You’re breaking up with me because I’m too… blonde? ’
’ I’m a middle aged, high school drop out with stretch marks and a fat ass. ’
’ Well, no. That’s not entirely true… ’
’ Then what? My boobs are too big? ’
’ So what’s a girl/boy to do? ’
’ What? Practically deformed? ’
’ This is what I need to become. ’
’ Don’t stomp your little last season Prada shoes at me, honey. ’
’ I got up. Got a latte. Went to the gym. Got a perm and came home. ’
’ We all tried to talk her out of it. Curls weren’t a good look for her.  ’
’ Objection, why is this relevant? ’
’ I have a point, I promise. ’
’ I suspect you weren’t because your curls are still intact. ’
’ How would you feel if your father married someone who was your age? ’
’ If you’re going to let one stupid prick ruin your life… you’re not the girl I thought you were. ’
’ Oh, my God, the bend and snap works every time! ’
’ All those opposed to chafing, please say “Aye”. ’
’ How was your first class? ’
’ All people see when they look at me is blonde hair and big boobs. ’
’ So, if you don’t know an answer they’re just gonna kick you out. ’
’ Hey, well, don’t you look like a walking felony. ’
’ There’s like a judge and everything… and jury people. ’
’ Is that the only interaction you two have ever had? ’
’ No! Sometimes I say “okay” instead of “fine.” ’
’ Excuse me, I’m sorry… are you here to see me? ’
’ I promised her, and I can’t break the bonds of sisterhood. ’
’ This is a murder investigation! Not some scandal at the sorority house! ’
’ Geez! Could I be any more goddamn spastic? ’
’ Are you one of my lawyers? ’
’ You’ve just won your case. ’
’ Well thank God one of you has a brain. ’
’ If anyone found out about this, I would be ruined! ’
’ I would rather go to jail than to lose my reputation! ’
’ Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. ’
’ No more boring suits or pantyhose, I’m trying to be somebody I’m not. ’
’ I think it gives it a little something extra, don’t you think? ’
’ I know, I thought that was very… classy of you. ’
’ This is gonna be just like senior year, except for funner! ’
’ I’m never going to be good enough for you, am I? ’

lunacuriosity135  asked:

Hi!! Headcannon for a female s/o with scars on breasts, arms, and legs with kirishima, bakugo, todoroki, and midoriya? Thank you so much!!!! 💙(Re-do of the prev ask)

of course! sorry for everyone else but we got this worked out now lol. enjoy!


 > At first he wouldn’t necessarily pay too much attention to them. Not in a bad way but he knew everyone had scars and everyone had their stories. He has very little of his own due to his quirk so he finds it hard to relate sometimes. 

 > Often tries to make light of it by pointing out his more noticeable scar on his eye and says that if he can look badass like this then his s/o can too. 

 > Honestly he thinks scars are like memories and genuinely loves them! He would most call his s/o brave and courageous for getting through the pain of whatever injury along with the healing process that goes along with it. 

 > Kirishima knows most people don’t see scars the way he does but he constantly lets them know that he is very proud of them and happy they got through it so they can be together. 

 > Is oddly good with words and knows just the right thing to say and how to say it whenever it’s needed. 

 > He’s almost always saying positive/nice things about them if his s/o ever feels insecure over it.

Originally posted by nishincyas


 > He wouldn’t even see a problem with scars even though he doesn’t have that much of his own either. The blonde just doesn’t think it’s that big of a deal and wouldn’t understand why anyone thinks they’re good OR bad. He’s very indifferent. 

 > Even though he is indifferent he wouldn’t invalidate his significant other’s feelings because of it. He would make sure that their confidence is steadily growing whenever he can.

 > He wouldn’t force his views and opinions on anyone else because he wouldn’t want to make his s/o uncomfortable with him always arguing with people over their scars. 

 > Would immediately help them cover up with some accessories or clothes if they felt insecure. He wouldn’t want to fuel them covering up and tries to get him to show off their cute body often but knows his limits. 

 > Bakugo despises when they talk lowly of themself but would listen to their rants before telling him no matter what they look like he would still love them so they should try not to think that way. 

 > Secretly gets scared when he gets carried away when fighting near them because he knows they don’t want/need anymore scars.

Originally posted by lemonvodkaandgummybears


 > Being the kind of person he is, Todoroki wouldn’t say a word about the scars either way. Obviously he knows what it is like to deal with them and how it feels when people talk about them as it is the first thing to be noticed. So he doesn’t do that to his s/o. 

 > He makes sure to check in on them though, see how their doing with the possible insecurity they might be going through. He would also ask if there any other feelings towards the scars (such as resentment, anger, regret, etc.) and help them through their feelings and healing process. 

 > He wouldn’t make a big deal out it like the others would. Scars are just scars and people have to accept it whether they like it or not. Of course someone will be frozen over for crude remarks towards his partner. 

 > Would bluntly tell others not to talk about it at all unless his s/o is comfortable with telling the story. 

 > Would trace his fingers over the slightly rough edges as lightly as he could when they’re alone together. His s/o most likely would to the same to his scar on his face. He goes on to talk about how he feels connected on a more personal level because of both of their scars and he wouldn’t change that connection for the world. 

 > They both have a mutual comfort with one another since they both have scars they know there’s nothing else to hide (physically).

Originally posted by miidoriyas


 > He would do the best he could to always make his s/o happy and that includes helping them do research on how to lighten/fade scars. Of course he wouldn’t suggest anything if his s/o didn’t want him to but he hates the fact they feel so insecure about it and have to remember the memories attached to them that he feels like he needs to help in this way. 

> They spend the night at each others houses and do little “spa days” which is mostly him helping his s/o with making the treatments, putting them on, and washing them off and eating junk food. 

 > Often reminds them that a part of being a hero is to have battle scars. They can motivate you the most because it’s something you lived through and that’s how he views it with his own scar. 

 > He would let his partner draw in any color(s) they wanted into his scar to take their mind off of their own. It leads to several doodles going up along his arm. He loves all of it. 

 > He would let them come to him, as hard that his for the poor boy. He gets anxious if he thinks about it too much but knows that forcing someone to talk about a sensitive subject is not a good thing to do. 

> Midoriya would not hesitate a single bit to flaunt the hell out of his s/o when they’re feeling confident. He would talk about how cute they are nonstop to the point where everyone just wants him to shut the hell up (but he doesn’t anyway oops).

Originally posted by myakihito

It's only fair, right?

I work at a logistics company and my job is to find drivers to take freight from A to B. I work with the same trucking companies a lot, but sometimes I get one-off drivers. This is one of those.

A truck driver calls me asking about a load for the next morning coming out of Laredo TX going to Portland OR.

TD: What is rate?

Me: We can pay $3,500 on it

TD: How about $4,000?

Me: Sorry, customer is strict about the rate on this one. Has to be 35.

TD: Oh man, I need this. I need to get home to see my son and my wife is sick.

Me: Then we need 35 on it. Customer will not go higher.

The guy ends up taking it. If you think I’m being too hard on him, keep in mind there really isn’t a whole lot heading from TX>OR at any given time, so I could try to get him his rate but I’d risk losing the load to another driver. If he really needs to get back, why does he want to go back and forth negotiating on price and risk it?

The answer is because he’s full of shit.

The next morning I get a call from the customer saying that the facility that’s receiving the freight has been changed. It’s still going to be in Portland, just in a different place. Something like a 20-30 mile difference, tops. Should be a complete non-issue, considering the driver has just started a 2,200 mile journey, so it’s a drop in the bucket.

I call him back.

Me: Hey, just a heads up, receiver called to say that it’s going to deliver at a different address. It’s XXXX, Portland, OR

TD: Oh well, you can send me rate confirmation with little bit more money.

Me: … What do you mean?

TD: Agreement has changed, need to renegotiate.

Me: … seriously? It’s like a 20-30 miles difference from the original one.

TD: 20-30 miles is kind of long way to go.

Me: (humoring him) Okay what do you think you need for the new rate?

TD: Ehhh, $4,000 should do it.


Me: Are you serious?

TD: It’s only fair.

I put the driver on hold just to spite him for trying to handle me like that, and I start working on something else. Out of curiosity, I check the address for the original delivery facility compared to the new one. Turns out the new receiver is actually 25 miles closer to the shipper in Laredo. New travel distance is 2,175 miles. I pick his line back up.

Me: Hey we will change up the rate after all.

TD: (very excited) Okay, send to me the confirmation.

Me: Okay, we ran the miles and the new receiver is actually 25 miles closer to Laredo, so we’re going to need to reduce the rate to $3,000.

TD: Wha… what are you talking about??

Me: Well, we’re cutting 25 miles off the trip and it’s kind of a lot of miles to cut. It’s only fair, right?

TD: Ahhh, ah hah hah hah… ahhhh so, ah that's… yeah, so $3,500 still good?

Me: Of course it’s still good. I’m not going to change the rate by $500 because of a 25 miles difference. I’m not an asshole.

Heres to the out kids. The out kids who still have to deal with homophobic or transphobic family. The out kids who are out but too afraid to be fully “out”. The out kids who have their flag hidden in their room so their parents wont see. The out kids who get deadnamed. The out kids who are told its just a phase. The out kids who call people out on phobic bs and are told “im sorry YOU were offended”. The out kids who are unapologetically out against all the odds. The out kids who regret coming out. Heres to the out kids, the closet is hard but being out isnt easy.

But You Have Me // Im Jaebum & Choi Youngjae

Originally posted by jeoncooked

Pairing: Jaebum x Youngjae (2JAE)

Genre: Smut // Fluff

Authors Note: I got 3 requests for 2jae smut so I have combined all three and made one long scenario for you all :D I hope I did well, this is the first time I have written a scenario that wasn’t including the reader. So I still need a lot of practice! Please let me know what you thought ^^ I’d greatly appreciate it.

“Alright guys, get to bed soon. We have a live show tomorrow so make sure to get plenty of rest” Jaebum called to the 5 other boys who were currently sprawled out on the sofas in the living room playing videogames. He heard a chorus of “Yeah yeah alright”, making him chuckle slightly before retiring to his shared room with Youngjae, who was also sitting up close to his computer screen playing his online MMORPG.

“You should get some sleep too, Youngjae” Jaebum said softly, before removing his shirt which left him in nothing but his basketball shorts that he usually slept in. Youngjae glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, trying not to pay much attention to the leaders nicely toned stomach, how neat his little happy trail travelled from below his belly button to underneath his shorts. Youngjae swallowed hard, trying to dispel his thoughts about Jaebum.

“Did you hear me?” Jaebum called out a little louder, causing Youngjae to snap out of his day dream.

“Uhm, yeah sorry. I’m not feeling tired yet, so I’ll just play until I do.” Youngjae replied quietly. It was true, he had great difficulty falling asleep these days and playing games late into the night was becoming his only muse – only problem was it left him exhausted and slightly irritable the next day which was something all the boys picked up on. Jaebum sighed; knowing full well that Youngjae wasn’t going to be getting to sleep anytime soon, before he climbed into his bed which was adjacent to his younger member’s and pulled the sheets up around him.

Jaebum tossed and turned for the next hour, the quiet humming of the computer and the incessant clicking of the mouse driving him insane and stopping him from being able to drift off was slowly beginning to make his temper flare up. He rolled over on to this side to get a good look at Youngjae, hunched over on his chair with his face only inches away from the dimmed screen.

“Youngjae, come to bed.” He said softly, but sternly. Youngjae, unable to hear him due to having his headphones up full blast, continued to sit there and mindlessly play his game. Jaebum scoffed, before exhaling sharply and pulling himself up out of bed and marching over to Youngjae. He placed his hands softly on Youngjae’s shoulders, causing Youngjae to jump slightly at the unexpected touch. He pulled his headphones off before turning around to look up at Jaebum.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked

“Your clicking is driving me crazy, come to bed now” Jaebum said in an affirmative tone. Youngjae sighed softly, looking away from Jaebum and lingering his stare to the floor.

“I can’t sleep because it feels lonely. It’s why I play games online with other people, I feel like I’m not alone in the middle of the night when I’m awake and talking to them.” He said, his voice just a fraction above a whisper as he slowly looked up at the taller male once more. Jaebum scrunched his lips to the side before moving to squat down in front of Youngjae, studying his tired expression.

“How can you feel alone? I’m here right? You can talk to me. Don’t I matter?” he said, hurt and sympathy filling his genuine words of concern for his friend. Youngjae flinched at Jaebum’s sudden softening, feeling his body fill with emotion that he was desperately trying to keep at bay. How could he ever tell Jaebum that he liked him? How could he ever tell Jaebum that he dreamed of holding him and kissing his soft lips? He would surely reject him and never speak to him again. He would put the whole group at risk of falling apart, so for the longest time he has kept his secret locked safe away in his heart.

“Of course I can talk to you, but it’s not the same. I’m sick of laying alone in bed. I just…I don’t know.” Youngjae replied after moments of silence. Jaebum cocked his head to the side, wanting desperately to help Youngjae out of his rut. He rose to his feet, his waist level with the other boys face, making Youngjae feel embarrassed and turning his head away. Jaebum sniffed, before grabbing Youngjae by his shoulders and pulling him to his feet.

“What are you doing?” Youngjae exclaimed, a little louder than he expected.

“Shh, you’ll wake everyone else up. Come here” Jaebum whispered, dangerously close to his ear. He turned off the computer screen, before pulling Youngjae over in the direction of his bed.

“Jaebum, what are you-”

“You said you didn’t wanna feel alone in your own bed. And you don’t have to. Get in, before I change my mind” Jaebum said nonchalantly, pushing Youngjae into his bed against the wall, before getting in himself and pulling the covers up around them both.

Youngjae lay quietly in shock, his heart racing at the close proximity of his body and Jaebum’s. He could feel the heat of his leaders back radiating against his arm. Thoughts of embracing him flew through Youngjae’s mind, along with several other unholy thoughts as Youngjae desperately tried to suppress them. In that moment, Youngjae felt his body tense up as his member began to suddenly harden.

“Fuck sake…” Youngjae mumbled quietly, but not quietly enough.

“What’s wrong now?” Jaebum stirred from his light slumber, turning around to face Youngjae who immediately turned around in the bed so he was now the one facing away. “Nothing, sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep…” he mumbled in hopes of convincing his friend to drop it and leave it alone. Jaebum lay quietly, still facing Youngjae’s back as he examined his soft silhouette, dimly lit by the gentle moonlight that swam through the blinds. He didn’t know exactly why he was feeling so mellow, maybe it was the comfortable haze of sleep, or the familiar scent of Youngjae so close to him that made him feel at peace.

A few moments ticked by and Jaebum was fighting his will to stay awake to make sure that Youngjae didn’t get up out of bed to return to his game. Just as he decided that it was safe to close his eyes, he noticed the small movements of Youngjae’s arm, moving up and down gently and rhythmically. Jaebum widened his eyes, wondering if Youngjae was really doing what he thought he was doing.

Youngjae, not being able to make his boner go away to let him sleep, slipped his hands inside his boxers to palm his hard erection. He slowly gripped his length, pulling from the base to the tip gently, while slowly moving his hips forward in tiny jutting motions. He was sure that Jaebum had fallen asleep, so he assumed it would be safe to relieve himself.  He imagined Jaebum’s hand in place of his own, pumping him slowly and kissing the soft skin below his ear.

“Jaebummie…” he let out a deathly quiet moan.

“What are you doing Youngjae?” he heard Jaebum’s voice whisper in his ear. Youngjae immediately took his hand out of his boxers as he stiffened his body, his eyes widened as he realised that Jaebum was probably awake the entire time.

“What did you call me?” Jaebum whispered again, this time snaking his arm over Youngjae’s stomach, his hand travelling slowly down his shirt, dangerously close to his boxers. Youngjae swallowed harshly, wondering if he was dreaming or if this was actually happening. He turned around suddenly to meet Jaebum’s gaze which held nothing but pure lust. He flickered his eyes down to his leaders boxers, the obvious tent which had made itself at home in between his legs.

“I didn’t know you were still awake, I’ll go into my own-” he blurted out, feeling his face burning crimson as he fumbled to sit up, before being slammed back down on to his side. Jaebum’s lips found his, making Youngjae tense his entire body, as he felt Jaebum pressing his weight down on him slightly. He pulled the younger boy closer to him, eliminating the space between their chests. Youngjae felt his member pressing against Jaebums, making his breath hitch in his throat as he opened his mouth, granting Jaebum much awaited access to his mouth. Youngjae let the older boy take over, as he felt his hand snake down once more to the bottom of his shirt before tugging it up and over his head. Youngjae shivered at the air hitting his bare chest, before Jaebum moved his head south, trailing his lips along his skin before stopping at his chest. Jaebum looked up into Youngjae’s eyes as he pressed his mouth over the other boys hardened nipple, swirling his tongue around it, eliciting soft mewls from Youngjae.

“Touch me” Jaebum purred, not taking his eyes off him, as Youngjae cupped the older boys manhood, rubbing him through his boxers, making Jaebum grunt in pleasure. Jaebum lay back on his side as he began to tug at Youngjae’s boxers, pulling them down his thighs and letting his erection spring free. Youngjae followed his lead before doing the same to him, before Jaebum took him in his hand, his thumb spreading his friends precum over the tip, making Youngjae pant hard. They both began pumping each other in unison, Jaebum setting the pace and Youngjae obediently keeping up with him. Low grunts and moans filled the air along with lewd sounds of their hands on each others cocks as each boy began grinding their hips in time with their hands.

“Jaebu- I’m-” Youngjae panted, feeling himself nearing his end as Jaebum began pumping him harder and faster, his arm jerking up and down as he moaned upon hearing Youngjae’s soft pants and whimpers.

“Me too” he mumbled back, before both boys became undone, shooting their seed into each others hands, dripping down on to the mattress as they continued to slowly tug at each other. Youngjae let out a loud moan, causing Jaebum to place his free hand over his mouth, hushing him in fear of the other boys finding out about their steamy session. As their breathing began to turn to normal, Jaebum lay back slightly, grabbing the box of tissues he kept close by and began cleaning both himself and Youngjae. Youngjae watched as Jaebum carefully wiped him clean, also rubbing at the mattress in an attempt to stop it from becoming stained.

“I’ll help you change it in the morning. I’ll… I can go back to my own bed now.”

“You’ll stay here” Jaebum said very matter of factly, before throwing the soiled tissues into the bin and pulling Youngjae back into his arms, turning him over and spooning him, resting his head into the crook of his neck. Youngjae inhaled sharply, before smiling to himself and relaxing his body in Jaebum’s grip. Did this really happen? Is it still happening? Youngjae couldn’t help but feel like the happiest person on earth, as he fell asleep in his best friends arms.

The next morning, they both awoke suddenly to the sound of Jaebum’s alarm set on his phone. The two boys looked at each other nervously, before Jaebum let out a chuckle, his mouth widening into a smile as he kissed Youngjae’s forehead.

“No need to look so scared. I’m not that ugly in the morning, am I?” he teased, before rolling over and getting out of bed. Youngjae smiled shyly at the view of Jaebum’s backside as he slipped his shorts on before opening the door to head into the kitchen for breakfast. Youngjae followed suit and got dressed quickly to join him and the rest of the boys.

He entered the kitchen to 5 pairs of eyes staring at them both, all with small smirks donned upon their face. Jaebum rolled his eyes and sighed, pouring some cornflakes into a bowl before sitting down in between them all, completely ignoring their obvious stares before Jackson decided to giggle and be the first one to speak, making Youngjae’s face burn a bright shade of pink.

“So, did you two have a good sleep last night?”

anonymous asked:

Hiii!! Can you please do #9 from the drabble list? I absolutely adore your writing and i can't wait to see what you do with this!

#9: “Let’s give these fuckers something to talk about.”

You couldn’t help but shift your eyes to behind Harry as you noticed a flash going off in the window. Harry’s eyes raised before he turned to see what you were looking at. Harry let out a curse as he turned back to you. You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty as you stared at your plate in front of you.

You just got the promotion you’ve had your heart set on for a few months now. Harry was ecstatic for you and instead that you needed to be celebrated tonight. So you guys were at one of your favorite restaurants having dinner with the most expensive wine that was on the menu.

“I’m sorry, H. Do you want me to call a car? Let me ask the waiter if they have a back entrance I could use” You said as you looked around for the waiter. Harry let out a sigh, feeling guilty himself.

Being the star Harry is, everything in his life was broadcasted to the world. He had so sense of privacy. By this point, he was used to it. He was used to people he was dating claiming that it was too much for them and leaving. But you were different. You knew dating Harry would be hard but he was worth it. He’s made you feel things you’ve never felt before. He made you feel like everything and anything was possible.

Harry was absolutely smitten with you. He adored everything about you. He admired how strong will you were and he still managed to have his breath taken away every time you smiled at him. That’s why he wanted to keep you as far away from the press as he could. He didn’t want them to ruin anything he had with you. You assured him you weren’t going anywhere but he still had his doubts. So he kept the PDA to a minimum. He refrained from holding your hand in public. He made sure you were able to exit buildings safely through a back entrance while he dealt with the paparazzi. It was hard for the both of you to hide your love away.

“We haven’t even finished eating, love…” Harry pointed out quietly as he stared at both yours and his plate. You gave him a small reassuring smile, fighting the urge to reach across and grab his hand. “We can box it up and finish it at home.”

You managed to find your waiter. You were just about to call him over before Harry shook his head. “No.”

You turned back to Harry with raised eyebrows. Harry sighed. He was tired of dates being cut short. He was tired of making it seem like you guys were just platonic friends. He knew that you were growing tired of it as well. Harry grabbed your hand from across the table. “Let’s give these fuckers something to talk about.”

Before you had the chance to question him, Harry leaned over and placed his lips on yours. You closed your eyes and kissed him back. Suddenly several flashes went off, everyone trying to get the first picture of Harry Styles kissing someone. You pulled away from the kiss, cheeks turning red as you gave Harry a shy smile. Harry smiled fondly at you before he gave you hand a small squeeze. “Let’s finishing celebrating you.”

eh not my best lol but thank you to the multiple anons who requested #9! i hope you guys like it! i love hearing from you guys! let me know what you guys thought or request another number from the drabble list!

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Polar Opposites (Part 1) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s POV and Zach’s POV (Stated before a section)

A/N: Here’s my second request done! This was fun to write especially because the girl in the write-up is extremely similar to who I was in high school. Haha. And it’s the first time I’ve posted an imagine with different POVs. Please do tell me how this all works out or if you guys want me to stick to first person. Enjoy everyone!

Request:  Hey I was wondering if you can do an imagine where Zach falls for a girl after they talk about their favorite things and about what they want to be after high school. Like he’s passionate about being a marine biologist and he loves the sparkle in the girl’s eyes when she talks about her favorite books and how she says she wants to become an author or something along those lines. Maybe she even lets him read some of her writing?



He was the captain of the school’s basketball team, I was the student body president. He was often involved in after-school detention, I was always involved with extracurricular school activities. He was the class clown, I was the class nerd. He had girls running after him, I had boys running away from me. He was 6foot3, I was 5foot7.

I could probably go on with this list but I’m assuming you already catch my drift. We were polar opposites, which was why when our Media teacher chose us as partners for our upcoming media project, I couldn’t help but complain to him after class. Of course he stood by his decision and I was stuck with Zach Dempsey for a week.


Monday after school

“So, what is the project all about again?” Zach asks me while spinning on his desk chair like a 5 year old.

“Can you stop doing that please, my head’s starting to spin now.” I say as I rub my forehead with my eyes shut. A soft sorry escapes his lips as he stopped.

“Mr. Andrews said I have to do a profile about you, and you have to do the same for me. We can use any media we like as long as we’re creative with it. I’m planning on doing a powerpoint.” I reply as I go through my notebook.

“I guess I’ll just do a documentary, it’s the easiest thing to do and I’m pretty good at video editing.” he says as he looks up at the ceiling.

“Alright, fine, let’s get started then.” I suggest and we both get to work. I take a blank piece of paper from my binder and start interviewing him.

“So Zachary Dempsey, would you care to tell me some of your interests, your hobbies, likes and dislikes?” I ask him while clicking my pen.

“Interests: basketball, hobbies: basketball, likes: basketball, dislikes: the color orange, although funnily enough that’s the color of the ball.” he answers and I roll my eyes at him.

“Zach, I already know that you like basketball. I need other information.” I reply.

“Oh, so you want to get to know me better, eh?” he retors with a smirk growing on his face.

“Not known for his modesty.” I mumble to myself as I write it down my blank piece of paper.

“You need to chill Y/N, I was just kidding.” he says as he leans back on his chair and laughs. I exhale deeply and proceed with asking the questions for his profile.

“For the second time, please tell me some of your interests, your hobbies, likes and dislikes.” I say.

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Switching It Up

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Description: You were a natural Dom, which led to a sub/don arrangement between you and Jeon Jungkook. But when someone else offers to dom for once, who are you to say no?

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Rough sex, Daddy kink

A/N: Whoop enjoy the smut ;)

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Stereotypical (3)

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, mentions of child abuse and alcoholism (past), angst, mentions of sex.

Summary: As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modelling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.  

A/N: Okay, so. Shit is gonna hit the fan on this one. Enter: Steve, Tony and Pepper. It might feel like I’m skipping over some crucial stuff, but don’t worry! I’ll get to that. Enjoy! 

Business went on as usual for the next few days, the only thing different was that James wouldn’t let you go to meetings alone anymore with anyone he didn’t know. You’d jumped up and down, pleaded left and right, but he wouldn’t have any of it. After finally giving in, James took you to lunch and had to physically pull a folder out of your hands to get you to eat.

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hmslusitania  asked:

If you're not too terribly busy, the world could always use more Holsom fluff :)

Holsom fluff, my favorite! I combined this with a secondary request from @zombizombi for some ref!Holster, which I could not resist, because Holster+bitching speaks to my soul. Also, team dentist!Ransom, because it amused me. (Warning: mention of teeth.)

(Now also on AO3.)

Ransom landed in his seat barely five minutes before the game was supposed to start. Lardo, feet propped up against the glass, sketchbook against her knees, fingertips just peeking out of the sleeves of yet another sweatshirt stolen from Shitty, spared him a glance and a “You’re late” before going back to sketching warm-ups.

“I know, I know. Kid broke off two of her teeth on the playground, right up to the nerve, so I had to do some composites.”

She grimaced. “Ugh.”

“Why do you ask me these things when you know I’m going to talk to you about teeth? I’m a dentist, for fuck’s sake. And we’re here to watch hockey.”

“I’m in it for the butts.”

He grinned as he took in the player stretching on the ice in front of her and then her sketchbook. “Think Shits will like that one?”

“I call it ‘Spread,’” she said loftily.

He choked and was suddenly glad he hadn’t had time to stop by concessions on his way in. “So, uh, where is Shits tonight anyway?”

She waved a hand vaguely, barely missing whacking him in the face with the end of the sleeve. “Up in the office. They needed some documents looked over.”

He recognized that tone. “How long have you guys been here?”


“Couldn’t get anyone to strip for you?”

“Shut up.” Then she turned to him and smiled slowly.

Ransom was immediately alarmed. “Oh god. What?”

“There is some news you’ll want.”

“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.

“New ref.”

Ransom’s eyebrows went up. “And I’m interested in this… because why? I mean, is he supposed to be good or biased or something else?”

“Tall. He’s supposed to be very tall. You’ll see.”

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SUMMARY - You kissed Bucky to get a girl off his back and he couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you again . 

WORDS - Approx 1k

WARNINGS - Fluff? Kissing.

A/N-So I had my math semester exam today and it’s my fav subject and I did pretty good and I was happy so I wrote something. I wanted to write something smutty because that was what I was most comfortable writing and I really enjoyed it but nowadays I can’t get myself to write a single word of smut since people have been associating it to me wanting to get notes(likes and reblogs).I just want to you guys to genuinely enjoy what I write. (sorry for the rant)

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Power of Flowers

Tony Stark x Reader 

Summary: You work in your aunt’s flower shop to make enough money to pay your bills, but it’s a long and arduous process. Confined to a boring  job and taxing aunt, your life changes when a man storms into the shop one day. 

Word Count: 3220 

Prompt: #20 Florist AU 

A/n: For @startrekkingaroundasgard‘s 2k writing challenge! Sorry I took so long to get done! I hope you enjoy, I had so much fun writing this. 

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5 Times Peter Needed Tony and the 1 Time Tony Needed Him

Part 1: Sensory Overload. 

Peter’s spider senses were great most of the time. They helped him see clearer, hear sharper, and sense danger. All great things when trying to catch the bad guy.

But sometimes they completely sucked.

This day in particular. Peter woke with a pounding headache and could feel every fiber of the scratchy sheets beneath him. He could hear the neighbors’ tap running straight through the walls, and the soft hum of aunt May coming from the kitchen sounded like the front row of a metal concert.

Peter pushed himself out of bed, instinctively squeezing his eyes shut when that only worsened his headache. His vision momentarily swam as he steamed himself on the desk.

Today was Friday which meant he had school and then headed to Stark Tower for his “internship.” As much as he wanted to go back to bed and sleep the headache off, Peter had an insanely important history test today. One he had been studying for constantly the past two weeks. He could take a couple of hours of school. It was just a little headache. After all, he was Spiderman; he could handle this.

Boy was he wrong.


An hour into the first period, Ned was nervously glancing over at his friend who held his head in his hands.

“Hey, Peter. You okay, man?” Ned was whispering, but Peter still visibly flinched at the sound of his voice.

Peter only nodded his head slightly. Ned wouldn’t have caught the motion if he hadn’t been studying him.

By the time class ended twenty minutes later, Peter was visibly shaking and looked like he could lose the contents of his stomach at any moment.

The rest of the class began to gather their things and filter out of the room; however, Peter stayed unmoving at his desk, head still in hands.

Ned slowly made his way over to him and set a hand on his shoulder.

Peter recoiled from his touch letting out a slight whimper.

“Sorry, man, but you’re not looking too good, and I think we should get you out of here. Do I need to call May?” Ned stood hovering a few inches above Peter, so not to make his pain worse. Peter quickly shook his head at that and let out a rather unconvincing “I’m fine” that sounded suspiciously more like a painful grunt.

“Alright man, but at least try to get up,” Ned tried.

After a moment, Peter consented and slowly rose from his desk. He curled in on himself as best he could as Ned grabbed his backpack and slowly ushered him from the room.

Peter’s head felt like it was submerged in water but burning at the same time. He couldn’t stop feeling. He just wanted it to stop.

Make it stop.

The entire world was spinning before him, and he couldn’t distinguish Ned’s alarmed voice from the pencil being sharpened down the hall. He couldn’t think. Everything was amplified, and he felt it all.

Peter began shuffling from the room, head in hands in an attempt to block out the painful pulsing of the fluorescent lights. He hadn’t realized he had begun to list sideways until he felt a firm grip on his forearm and a loud “whoah there” from who he assumed to be Ned. He cringed at the tone but was grateful that Ned presumedly stopped his body from connecting with the tile.
A few agonizing minutes later and Ned was gently pushing him into the bathroom. As soon as Peter’s back connected with the solid wall, he slid down to the ground, pulling his knees up to his chest.

“Look, man, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna call May.” Ned attempted to whisper, but his voice still resulted in a wince from Peter.

Peter’s head shook slowly as he tried to speak. “N-no.”

He didn’t want to bother May with a small problem like this. She worked too hard as it was.

Ned let out a sigh, “Peter, you’re clearly not okay; I have to call someone.”

Before Peter could protest again, his phone began to ring. Peter instantly recoiled and whimpered in pain at the loud shrill. At least it sounded like a loud shrill… Had his phone always sounded like this?

A blunt “Crap” left Ned’s lips as he rummaged through his bag and pulled out the culprit. Mr. Stark Flashed across the screen as Ned moved to answer it.

Peter only caught pieces of their conversation as he was actively shoving the palms of his hands over his ears.

“Mr. Stark…yeah, I know…in pain…school bathroom…thank you”

Mr. Stark.

Mr. Stark could fix this. Mr. Stark could fix anything. He just wanted it to be quiet.

Peter didn’t know how long he sat there on the too sticky, too dirty tile of the bathroom floor. Everything was jumbled inside his head, and he couldn’t think straight.

Make it stop. Please. Make it stop. Tony.




Then all at once, there was a cool hand running over his forehead, brushing away his sweat-soaked hair and coming to rest on his cheek.

“-eter. Peter, can you hear me?”

He knew that voice. Tony. Peter’s resolve instantly broke as he allowed himself to lean into the touch, practically launching himself at the older man.

“T’ny, you’re here.”

Tony adjusted his grip and pulled Peter into a slightly awkward hug. “Hey, kiddo. Yeah, it’s me.” Tony concern was instantly heightened as Peter whimpered at the sound of his voice, burying his head further into his mentor’s chest.

Peter didn’t care if he looked like a child at the moment. Everything hurt. Everything was fuzzy. He fisted the front of Tony’s shirt trying to silently convey his pain.

“Peter, buddy, can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Peter only curled further into himself, and, consequently, further into Tony.

“Make it Stop. Please. Please make it be quiet.”

Peter’s broken pleads tore Tony, and he continued to softly card a hand through the kid’s curls. He didn’t want to make it worse by speaking again, but he needed to know what was wrong.

Tony glanced over at Ned helpless; Ned moved closer to whisper into his ear.

“Any loud noise or bright light is bothering him. I don’t know what’s up, but he seems to be in a lot of pain.”

Realization dawned on Tony. He knew what this was. Sensory overload. Gosh, how could he have not instantly seen it? His spiderman heightened senses could only be making this worse.

Tony nodded to Ned and lowered his voice to be as quiet as possible, telling him he would get Peter out of here. Tony took one more glance at the folded up, sobbing teenager in his arms before carefully pulling off his suit jacket and draping it over Peter’s head.

Peter felt the tension instantly begin to leave his body, and he let his body go lax against his mentor’s chest. Everything was still so loud, but the shield from the fluorescent lights was a welcome relief.  

Tony’s voice was soft above him, “Alright, Pete. Let’s get you out of here, huh?”

A simple “M’kay” was all Peter could muster as Tony pulled the kid up and wrapped a shoulder around him. They were lucky everyone was in class as Tony led the oddly coat-cloaked kid through the halls and outside into the waiting car.

Rather than assuming his usual position in the front passenger seat, Tony guided Peter into the back seat and slipped in after him.

The car door shut and Peter flinched so hard he practically jumped.

Tony winced at the evident pain the kid was in and whispered soft apologies as he began shutting off any source of sound from in the car. After asking Happy to turn the radio off, he triggered the privacy setting in the car which blacked out all windows. Tony had that installed to avoid the press every now and then, and it proved to be especially useful now. As soon as the back seat was plunged in darkness and sounds removed, Peter listed sideways, straight towards Tony.

“Whoa, kid.”

Tony caught the kid in his arms, but Peter made no attempt to move. He was evidently exhausted. The overestimation sure took it out of this kid. Tony resolved to slight shifting before he allowed the kid to lean fully on him.

Peter couldn’t help the small sigh that escaped his lips as Tony began to run a hand through his hair, a repetitive and comforting motion.

“How did you know something was up?” Peter peered up as his mentor owlishly.

“How many times have I told you to stop wearing your suit under your clothes?” Tony gave Peter a quizzical look and chuckled slightly.


“Oh, is right, kid. F.R.I.D.A.Y. monitors your vitals remember?”

Tony looked down at the teenager still curled into him. Gosh, he loved this kid.

“Next time please call me first, okay? Don’t make me find out from F.R.I.D.A.Y that your vitals are through the roof. You’re gonna give this old guy a heart attack.”

Peter let out a small yawn. “You are getting pretty old.”

Tony scoffed but looked down at the kid with a fondness nonetheless. A couple of minutes of silence passed, and Tony thought the kid had finally drifted off to sleep until the exhaustion laced voice spoke up again.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark” Peter admitted sleepily, feeling bad for not only disrupting the billionaire but now practically drooling on him. He still has a headache, but his thoughts were a lot clearer now that things were quiet.

“Don’t worry about it, kid. I got you.”

Peter hummed in response, allowing himself to slip off to sleep to the quiet and consistent thrum of his mentor’s heart.

If later Peter found himself being carried into the Tower and laid across the couch it definitely wasn’t Tony Stark. His mentor definitely didn’t drape a blanket over his half-conscious form. And, even if it could be pinned on Peter’s exhausted and fatigued memory, Tony definitely did not card a hand through his hair a couple of times before asking F.R.I.D.A.Y. to block out all light and sound from the room.

My Best Friend (Jake x Reader)

Character: Jake Peralta

Fandom: Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader

Title: My Best Friend

Summary: Jake and Y/N have been best friends for a long time and they’re comfortable in their relationship. One day everything changes when they encounter her ex-boyfriend.

A/N: This is my first Jake imagine, so I don’t have much experience writing for him and I’m still trying to get the characterization right. But I hope you enjoy reading, I love Jake! :3

I wiped my tears of laughter and cheerfully slapped Jake on the arm, catching my breath after the laugh attack.

“You okay there, Y/N?” He chuckled, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah, no biggie” I wiped my mouth, since I had soda all around it. “I just almost choked to death on my drink thanks to you, stupid”

“It’s not my fault that you laughed so hard, you know?”

“It is! You’re the one that said that stupid joke!”

“Sorry, I won’t do it again”

The face he made next was far too innocent to be genuine, but I let it slide knowing I would get nowhere calling him out about it. There was a brief pause as we kept walking, and just when I took another sip of my drink it happened.

Jake tapped my shoulder, and when I looked at him he was making one of his stupid faces. Opening his eyes wide, sticking his tongue out and stretching his lips in a weird way. He knew I found those faces hilarious, and I did that time too.

I spit out my drink once more as I was overcome with uncontrollable laughter. Jake celebrated his victory with a small whoop and an arm gesture of triumph. I knew he was up to something.

“Jake!” I told him off, coughing as this time I was even closer to choking.

“Oh my god, sorry” He placed his hand on my back. “I don’t want you to actually choke, I just wanted to make you laugh!”

I glared at him as I recovered and punched him in the upper arm. He complained and clutched that area, making a pouty face. He showed me the puppy eyes I had seen so many times so I would forgive him.

“I hate you” I said, even if a smile made its way to my lips.

Jake didn’t reply, he just dedicated me that sweet little grin I liked so much. That smile I knew so well and let me know how comfortable he felt, how much he was enjoying himself.

I linked my arm with his and we continued walking, chatting and enjoying his free day as we wandered around and did anything we felt like. It had been a while.

I had known Jake Peralta for a long time, and we had become very close over the course of so many years. Our friendship was special, intimate and natural. We knew we could count on each other, be ourselves and have the best of times whenever we hung out. So it was nice that he got a little break from his busy NYPD work to meet with me again.

I was distracted from this pleasant thought when I saw something that upset me.

“Oh my god, Jake!” I clutched to his arm on an instinct, startled by what I had just seen.

“What! Where?” He immediately placed his arms around me and stuck me to his chest, turning around with me so he used his body as a shield to protect me. “Where’s the danger?!”

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viciousmaukeries  asked:

psst! thoughts on Lyra Erso, especially what you think might've happened if she had somehow survived? does she get to meet Beru and Breha, do they form a little club of middle-aged women in the Rebellion?

The crystal was…interesting. 

Breha had wandered over to the cluttered table out of vague interest—amid the looming structures and finicky-looking equipment, the table was the only thing she trusted herself not to damage. It was a chaotic mess, tools and rock samples and notes scrawled on flimsi all scattered, stacked haphazardly. But Breha’s gaze had been drawn to the innocuous white crystal immediately. She couldn’t help picking it up, turning it over in her hand. Someone had drilled a hole through one end, and threaded a cord through it, as though it was meant to be worn as a pendant.

It felt oddly warm against her skin, like something living.

Breha thought of Leia inexplicably, and for a moment she panicked—but Leia was fine, stuck in yet another strategy meeting. She would be there in the mess for dinner, probably arguing with Captain Solo, or trying to bite back a grin as Luke teased Lieutenant Antilles. Leia was fine. She was—

Breha startled at the sound of a loud grunt, too-close behind her. When she whirled around there was a helmeted sentient sticking out of what had previously been a gaping hole in the ground. The faint sound of hammering, voices, could still be heard drifting up from depths unknown.

“Oh!” the human woman—at least, Breha was reasonably sure; it was hard to tell under the layer of grime—said. She hauled herself up and out of the hole, stumbled to her feet. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was here. Have you been waiting long?”

“Only a moment or so,” Breha demurred. Now that she could see all of her, the sentient was definitely a human woman, dressed in something that may have, at one time, been a Rebel uniform. (It was encrusted with entirely too much dirt to be called that anymore.) She had repurposed a blaster bandolier, and stuck it full of what looked like laserscopes and spectrographs. 

There was a pickax at her hip.

Breha cleared her throat, tried again. “I was told Lyra Erso—”

“You must be with Acquisitions! They said someone would be coming by for the wishlist.”

“It’s not a wishlist,” Breha said, but she couldn’t summon her usual fierceness, the accompanying lecture about the importance of resource planning. 

So this was Lyra Erso.

Your husband killed my husband, Breha thought dizzily. She’d forgotten how to breathe, what came after exhale.

“Yes, yes,” Lyra Erso said, waving a hand dismissively. She had come to stand beside Breha, and was sifting through the cluttered mess of the desk with purpose. “I swear on the Force, the Rebellion has become almost as bad as the Order was when it comes to paperwork…”

Breha blinked. “The Order?”

Lyra Erso froze, a sheaf of flimsi in her hand. Breha watched a complicated expression flicker across her face, and then slide away. “Oh. That’s—I mean the Jedi Order,” she finally said, stiltedly. “I was…a youngling. At the temple on Coruscant. In another life.”

Now that Breha was looking, she could see that the lines around Lyra Erso’s mouth, her eyes, were not cracks in the dirt—she had to be just older than Breha, and that was a strange thought, that Galen Erso’s widow was the same age as Bail Organa’s.

“AgriCorps?” Breha hazarded. She wasn’t sure if there was a politer way to say, so you never made it to padawan.

“Engineering division. Mining geology and geoengineering, mainly.” Lyra Erso straightened up, and looked Breha in the eye. “You?”

“I was not in the AgriCorps,” Breha retorted dryly. Lyra Erso pulled a face, and Breha found herself adding, “But I knew many Jedi.”

“Ah. From Coruscant, then?”

“Alderaan,” Breha said, and Lyra Erso jerked, stumbling a few steps back, away from Breha. All the blood had drained from her face, and Breha watched her throat work as she swallowed.


“My husband was a senator on Coruscant for many years, though, and counted some of the High Councilors his friends.”

“I know,” Lyra said weakly. She looked as though she wasn’t breathing. “I—heard stories of Senator Organa. Though more from…My husband was a engineer. He worked on military contracts, so he—”

“I am aware,” Breha said, and she wasn’t able to keep the ice and fury out of her voice this time, not entirely. Lyra flinched.

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Take It Slow

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x reader

Rating : M

Warnings:its not really a warning, but there’s no daddy kinks or bondage/tying up here. Just sex with normal Jungkook. LOT’S OF CUTE FLUFF THOUGH, ALSO unprotected sex but like imagine you’re on the pill yknow or else WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT GUYS

Request : OKAY AS A REQUEST I like Jungkook when he isnt all…overly experienced? And I know that isnt a thing, but a lot of people make Jungkook this super burly “come here kitten” kinda guy and I cringe so hard! Because I dont see him as this slut calling dom type of dude. Idk. Cant the reader do fun things to him too?!?! Cant he be loved and innocent?? Some times its more sexy to take care of each other and not one over powering the other hahahha. ANYWAYS SORRY thisnis more of a complaint…but thanks


Thank you for the request, but I’ve no idea if it turned out how you wanted it to.I didn’t know if you wanted a sub jungkook when you mentioned the reader “taking care of him” so like idkfbcjjskdkd but still, i hope you enjoy this fiction full of love and fluff

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 “Come on!” Yoongi scoffed while laughing “I bet you guys haven’t even fucked yet”

It was true, you hadn’t, it’s been over a year and you haven’t done anything sexual together.It’s not like you were virgins, you’ve obviously had sex before, just not with each other.You didn’t really notice, or cared about it till Yoongi mentioned it, which might i add, made you uncomfortable in the spot. The ride home was silent and Jungcook wouldn’t even look at you.

Just as Jungkook parked the car you jumped out and headed straight for the door, hearing a loud sigh coming from him, as he followed you.Fondling with the keys, you finally found the right one and unlocked the door, leaving it wide open while you quickly started taking off your shoes. Stumbling down on your now, taken off, shoes you started making your way to the living room just as Jungkook grabbed you by the wrist and turned you to face him.

He was confused that’s an understatement. His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyebrows were furrowed and you couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in his head.

“We need to talk” he finally spoke and looked at you straight in the eyes while you avoided eye-contact with him. “There’s nothing to talk about Kook, I’m tired” you said dramatically as you freed your hand from his grasp and fake yawned. He looked at you for a second before chuckling and leaning down to press a soft kiss on your lips, slightly tugging at your bottom one while his hands snaked around your waist. “You’re such a bad liar ” he exhaled and you opened your mouth in protest but he quickly cut you off.

“Look about what Yoongi said..” you gently pushed him off of you when you heard his words and stepped in “There’s nothing to `look, for Kookie! People have sex all the time which is normal.. we’re just….” you trailed off not knowing what the answer was yourself.

“Just taking our time” he nodded and grabbed your hands, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. “There’s nothing else going on here Y/N,i want you and you know that, i just need you to feel comfortable with me as well, i dont want to push you into something if you’re not ready” he quickly added, his right hand coming to cup your cheek.

Your lips parted at his words. You always admired how Jungkook was so gentle in everything, taking his time and always trying to make sure you were okay with anything he was doing. He always tried to understand how you were feeling at times which literally made your heart swell. You loved each other more than anything, but he never failed to surprise you everytime.

“What if I’m ready?” you whispered and bit your bottom lip, your eyes locking. He looked at you for a second before taking a quick step closer to you and grabbing you by the thighs lifting you up, and starting to walk upstairs to your bedroom.

“Then we’re having sex” he grinned leaving you speechless “That’s it? That’s all it takes?” you questioned him while holding his shoulders, scared you’d fall. “That’s all it takes babe” he repeated your words, panting a bit as he got up the last stair and heading straight for the bedroom nearly smashing you against a wall once.

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