stronger arms

my favorite game of thrones theory i’ve ever read is that gendry has been rowing in circles this whole time because he’s a blacksmith and one of his arms is stronger than the other 

pastelynch  asked:

Hi!! if you are still doing prompts: Neil overworking himself and blowing out his arms again? and Andrew comforting him? i'm jumping on the angst train. Also i love your writing! it's so nice to read :)

(thank you darlin, sorry it took a while!)

Neil’s vision judders a little bit, like exhaustion is picking him up and shaking him. He can feel the sharp sting of sweat in his eyes and the open wound of his lungs, and the net looks farther away every time he blinks.

“Again,” Kevin calls. “But without your form crumpling in on itself.”

Neil grits his teeth. “I don’t see the point,” he says for the dozenth time. Kevin’s getting him to run drills with his left hand, and missing easy targets is starting to run cold and tedious. It’s a lesson in humility, maybe. Some sort of sociopathic vindication on Kevin’s part.

“You’re only half an athlete,” Kevin replies firmly. “Half your potential is squandered every time you hit the top of whatever box you’ve put yourself in and just accept it.”

Neil twirls his racquet and tosses it from one hand to another. He doesn’t like the weight of it in his wrong hand. His left bicep is screaming at being used so much, and his stronger arm is twitching jealously. He feels like he’s trying to talk without his tongue for no reason.

“If I’m using the wrong arm I’m just making myself a smaller box,” Neil argues. “It’s not necessary. Just because you have a handicap doesn’t mean you should impose it on everyone else.”

Kevin stiffens in the goal, and Neil can see his fingers spasming from halfway across the court.

“Fine. Limit yourself. You’ve never used even a fraction of your potential.”

“Then teach me,” Neil challenges. “Stop trying to prove something about your own versatility and help me hone my strengths. Or do you want to lose, next month?”

Kevin drops his racquet and it makes a wrenching clatter. “I’m going to win. If you’re not going to put in the effort then you can teach yourself.” He collects his fallen equipment on his way out of the court, the tendons in his neck straining the whole time. Neil looks back out towards the outer court where Andrew is watching, sprawled backwards on his hands with his head cocked.

Kevin meets up with him and jabs one hand back towards Neil, speaking in intense sentences punctuated by backwards looks. Andrew accepts whatever he’s saying by refusing to react, his face a perfect balance. Neil tries to watch the shape of their mouths but he can only see Andrew properly, and he’s not talking.

After thirty seconds of one-sided bitching Kevin makes a production of stalking off, and Andrew quietly follows behind. Something annoyed throbs in Neil’s stomach. He foolishly expected Andrew to come and confront him instead, maybe even end up taking his side.

He tightens his grip on his racquet and seethes in frustration, testing his left grip then right, left then right, until the difference feels too huge to be real, an uncrossable gulf.

He remembers detachedly when his now preferred racquet felt impossibly heavy. He remembers when he would rather have seen Andrew gone from the team than in his bed.

He looks back at the bucket of balls and the empty court, and everything tightens up: the muscles in his left arm, the walls of the court, that uncrossable gulf. Ichirou’s warning — the barbed wire around his heart —tightens too.

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Fallin for You

fandom: monsta x
member/reader: changkyun, female
genre/warning(s): smut, college!AU, friends to lovers au, slow-ish build? idk i don’t really do slow (is my non commitment side showing up?), fratboy/fuckboy!changkyun, fratboy/stfuboy!jooHEON, church friends!jookyun, voyeur!jooHEON, changkyun’s third leg makes an appearance, church jokes, slightly dom!changkyun
length: 10K+ wth am i doing with my life
summary: [request] in which changkyun is infuriating best friend and sometimes best friends fall in love
a/n: i’m?? this took a long time and it was supposed to be a drabble, but!! i decided to add church puns also holla @urmomstax for being the changkyun slut she is to help me with some dialogue and characterization.

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Marooned (Dean x Reader)

Originally posted by daisy-hanson-jones

“Dean we’ve been on the road for hours. Can we pull over at a rest stop for just a few minutes?” you asked from the passenger seat.

“Yeah I wouldn’t mind stretching my legs for a bit,” Sam agreed from the back.

“Alright, alright. You bunch of wimps.” A couple of miles down the lightly forested road Dean spotted a rest stop and eased the Impala to the side of the road.

“Thank goodness,” you sighed. You attempted to open the door but it was locked. That’s weird you thought. You didn’t remember locking it earlier. You pulled up on the knob but it wouldn’t budge. “Dean can you try this? It’s stuck.”

“Ah you just don’t have the magic touch,” he smiled. He leaned over and pulled but, again, it refused to move. “What the-?” he mumbled. He attempted again with both his hands but there was no change. “Sam try the back doors.”

Sam and Dean tugged and pushed at the remaining doors and locks but found them all to be immobile. Suddenly the Impala lurched forward before the motor died out. Dean cursed and tried to get it back on but he was met with only a grinding sound. The air suddenly turned cold and your breath began to cloud in front of you.

“Oh no,” you groaned. An entity flickered several times in front of the Impala before a figure of a woman became visible. She had hiking gear on that looked to be from the 80s and several deep wounds covered her neck and chest. She glared at you with sunken eyes from behind dark matted hair. She smiled eerily at you before flickering out and disappearing.

Dean tried to start the engine again while you and Sam struggled to get a door open. After several minutes of vain attempts, you all stopped in defeat.

“Either of you know how to Houdini out of a locked car?” you asked.

“No, but Bobby might. Or he can at least come get us,” Sam replied. He punched in Bobby’s number but was met with an automated voice telling him his call could not be completed as dialed. He looked at the phone screen and saw the infamous red lined circle where the bars should be. “Do either of you have any signal?”

You and Dean checked your phones and were met with the same red circle. Dean grabbed the box of burner phones from the under the seat and found they all had the same error sign. He hung his head in defeat.

“This is all your fault Sam,” he said running a hand over his face.

“My fault? (Y/n) is the one that wanted to stop in the first place!”

“Hey!” you exclaimed.

“I’m not gonna blame (y/n) so that means its your fault,” Dean said. You smiled smugly at Sam. He huffed in response and went back to his phone.

Dean rubbed his hands over his eyes before speaking again.

“Okay, this is simple. We just break a window. Then at least we can get out and plan our next move.” You and Sam both nodded in agreement. “Sorry about this Baby.” He turned his head and slammed his elbow into the window. He repeated the action several times but the window remained intact.

“Try using your feet,” you suggested.

“Yeah everyone knows legs are stronger than arms,” Sam encouraged. Dean slid across the seat and placed his foot against the window. After three kicks the window shattered. You and Sam cheered but it was a premature celebration. Within seconds the splintered glass rose from the street and reassembled. The window was once again in intact. Dean smashed it again after a few kicks but the window fixed itself again. Dean sat back in the driver’s seat and fell against the steering wheel.

“Why did I agree to stop?” he mumbled.

“We’ll think of something,” Sam reassured. “Just give me a minute.” While Dean was moping and Sam thinking, you realized your phone was gone. You looked around and saw it on the floorboard. When you leaned down to get it you saw a tiny signal bar in the corner.

“I’ve got signal!” You exclaimed.

“Quick tell someone where we are!” Dean yelled excitedly. You remained leaning over and clicked on the last name you had messaged and typed out your location as quick as you could in fear that the tiny signal bar of hope would vanish. You hit send and waited. The boys watched you with bated breath as you stared at the circle under the message spin and spin. After a minute of spinning the circle turned into an exclamation point with the message “failure to send”. You sat back in defeat as both the boys cursed in frustration.  

“Great,” Sam huffed.

“Maybe it sent after all,” you said, putting your back against the door so you could see both the brothers. “Sometimes my phone tells me it failed to send a message but actually sent it after all. It happens all the time when I’m in the basement at Bobby’s.”

“With our luck?” Dean asked. You shrugged and laid your head back against the window.

“I guess now all we can do is wait it out. See what happens,” Sam said. You looked out at the setting sun. It was going to be a long night.

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Happy Valentine’s Day - Kai Parker

Valentine’s Day smut!

Warnings: Smut, so much smut. Mentions of mourning.

Pairing: Kai Parker x Reader

Originally posted by sssssssim

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Kai Parker was fucked up, after a really long time mourning his death you came to that conclusion. You always knew he was fucked up, but you tried desperately to see the good in him, the best parts of him that no one else seemed to look hard enough to find. You still love him, of course you still love him, you used to have dreams about him coming back and seeing him again, but after a while when he didn’t come back… you decided to grieve.

At first, you cried, you cried for hours. You cried by yourself, curled up in the darkness of your bedroom, trying desperately to convince yourself that when you woke up Kai would be back, sleeping on his side of the bed and drooling on his pillow. And then, when you went outside to get groceries, no one approached you, no one asked you if you were alright, if you needed a hug. And when you went home you friend some more, now you really felt alone, without Kai, who even were you?

After crying as much as you could, you tried to move forward. The world isn’t going to stop because the person you love is gone, people die all the time, and the only way you’ll accept that is when you understand that he won’t come back. Damon buried him in an unmarked grave, but you put a wooden tombstone there anyways, with his name carved into it with a butter knife.
No one ever came to visit you, they had no reason to, and you didn’t mind. Bonnie stopped by once, asking for a place to lay low, but you told her to fuck off and find someone else’s basement to hide in. So yeah, no one came to visit you. Which is why the knock on your door made you jump.

You weren’t even fully awake yet, you were wearing baggy pajamas, your hair was a mess and you dragged your feet even as you walked to the door. You opened it with a yawn.

“What the fuck do you want?” You open your eyes slowly and then rubbed them, standing right in front of you is Kai, holding a bouquet of roses and a heart shaped box of assorted chocolates.

“Hi.” His voice is low, and his eyes meet yours for less than a second.

“What the fuck?”

“That’s what I thought. I uh- I bought you flowers, and the chocolates you like, it is Valentine’s Day after all.” Your hand launches forward before you can stop it and you backhand him right across the face. He moves his jaw as he looks back to you.

“I deserved that.” You grab his jacket, yanking him inside before he can say another thing.

“When did you get back?” He sets down the flowers and chocolate on the table beside your door.

“Two days ago.”

“How did you get back?”

“I don’t know.”

“Why are you here?” You cross your arms over your chest, angry beyond belief as you stare him down.

“Because when I was in hell, all I could think about was you. I was so stupid, Y/n, I never should have gone after my sister, I never should have fought with you before I left. God, I was such a dumbass-” Kai takes a step closer to you, you take a step back, “what I mean to say is, can you forgive me?”

You feel at a loss for words, he looks so sad, so tired, and all you want to do is throw your arms around him because yes- of course you forgive him. But you don’t, you stare up at him in silence, your eyes meeting his blues, your arms still crossed over your chest. It feels like and hour before you bring yourself to even take a breath. But when you do finally breathe you take one big step towards him and pull him into a hug, he’s bigger now, his shoulders are more broad and his arms are stronger as he hugs you back. You start crying, silent and happy as he breathes you in.

“I missed you so much.” Your voice comes out broken, but you don’t care.

“I missed you too.” You pull out of the hug and bring your hands to his cheeks, pulling him down for a kiss. He leans into it, pushing you back a little as his hands pull you even closer to him.

Your back hits the wall, it doesn’t hurt you, it’s gentle and then you realize that kai’s being gentle. He’s going slow, his mouth moves over yours passionately, your tongues don’t battle for dominance, his hands aren’t grasping you tightly, they’re smoothing themselves firmly over the skin of your lower back and hips. Your hands push his jacket away and you break apart only to take our shirts off. He lifts you up and presses you even more into the wall, your hands gripping onto his shoulders and neck tightly as he kisses you again. You take a deep breath when his lips leave yours, only to gasp again when he leaves kisses on your neck. He leaves wide open mouthed kisses on your neck before leaving a hickey just below your ear, his tongue runs over the slowly forming dark purple bruise as you lean your head to the side to give him more access. You grind your hips don as well as you can with his hands on your thighs and he moans when you grind onto his half-hard cock through his jeans.

In flash you’re in the bedroom, pressed against a wall again. Kai seems to lose some of his control, because he uses his vampire-speed to get your remaining clothes off. He turns you around and you put your hands against the wall.

“Kai, don’t tease.” He kisses your bare shoulders as one of his hands finds its way to between your legs, his fingers running lightly over your clit. You moan and push your hips back, his own moan exciting you more than ever before.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Kai keeps his fingers moving in a quick but soft motion over your clit that makes you moan. It had been so long since you’d been with anyone and even then none of them made you feel the way Kai did.

Your nails scratch into the wall, probably leaving marks in the paint but all you could think about was Kai, his hands on you, his mouth, his hard cock pressing into your back. You tried to keep quiet, you didn’t need to hear your snobby neighbors talk about you having sex literally ten feet from where they sleep, but Kai didn’t seem to be having any of it because his hand immediately went to your boob, twisting your nipple, successfully making you whimper loudly and pant harder.

“Don’t you go all silent and shy on me, I’ve been without you for far too long.” His voice is a low growl in your ear. You turn around and kiss him, walking him backwards to the bed.

He flops down, very ungraceful, which makes the both of you laugh as you straddle his waist. Kai’s hands fall to your hips, just like every time before, and you feel the coolness of his rings against your skin. He looks up at you and you meet his gaze, still smiling about his ungraceful flop onto the bed. All you can see are his stupid heart-eyes staring up at you like you’re a goddess.

“I missed you so much.” His hand loops behind your head as he talks. You let him pull you down to a deep kiss.

“Good?” You asks when you sit back up, this was how you asked for consent.

“Absolutely.” You give him a smirk as you sink down onto him, loving the way his eyebrows furrow and his eyes screw shut. You put your hands on his chest, and tilt your head back to moan.

The first lift of your hips has you whimpering and Kai gripping the sheets, it had been far too long for the both of you and you knew immediately you’d last as long as a teenage boy. You try to speed up but you don’t go fast enough, because Kai’s bucking his hips up and swearing loudly. His hand return to your hips, guiding you up and down and letting you grind your hips. With no warning, to Kai or yourself, you’re coming undone. The sudden feeling makes you arch your back and cry out, your hands pressing Kai even further into the mattress.

“Fuck, fuck, yes!” Kai throws his head back, his own back arching off the bed as you bounce through the last remnants of your oragasm, panting and whimpering.

You fall beside him, also very ungraceful in your fall, as he pants loudly beside you. Kai’s head tilts towards yours, a sated smile on his lips as he kisses you. A loud bang on your wall makes you jump and then laugh; neighbors.

“Fuck you!” Kai yells as you laugh, he laughs as well, his shoulders shaking as he does so.

What a Valentine’s Day this had been.

Just A Friend

This is a total new thing I’m trying to do. Although I have done preferences before, I’ve never actually written completely from a character’s perspectives. I hope you guys like it and please don’t hesitate to tell me if you guys want a part two with Derek, Isaac, and Peter. P.S.

Reader X Teen Wolf Guys
Song inspo:
Just A Friend by Mario
Oh baby you (oh baby you)
Got what I need (got what I need)
But you say I’m just a friend (say I’m just a friend)
But you say I’m just a friend
Cos I can be your (cos I can be your)
Fantasy
But you say I’m just a friend (say I’m just a friend)
But you say I’m just a friend

Scott

Originally posted by atruealpha


Ever since that pretty girl came to school, my mind has gone haywire. It’s like I can’t focus because I’m subconsciously looking for her in the hallways, at lunch, and in the library. I can’t help it, her scent is intoxicating. Whenever I’m around her, the alpha can’t control itself. I can feel it trying to claw out of my stomach and pounce on her. Derek says it’s probably a hormonal imbalance but I know better. God, not even Allison made me feel the way I do now. Stiles, of course, already figured out that I was crushing on her hard.

“Dude, your eyes are glowing!” I shifted my attention to Stiles.
“What?”
“Your eyes! Make them go away!”
Her scent grew stronger as she walked in our direction. My breath heaved and my canines began to grow. What is happening to me? Stiles panicked and before she could get close, he shoved my head down and pushed me into an empty classroom. I dropped my bag onto the floor and tried to regain control. The wolf showed resistance. He wanted to do more than just ask Y/N on a date, it wanted to mate with her and make as many babies as possible and then some. A minute later and I was fine. Stiles stared at me with wide eyes. “What the hell was that?!” I came up with the only answer that seemed logical, “it’s a full moon tonight.” Stiles shook his head, I know he’s going to say something as-a-matter-of-fact like.
“Of all the full moons, you never glowed your eyes, grew fangs, and claws in the middle of the freaking day! What is going on, Scott? Is it Y/N?”
“It’s her scent. The alpha in me is apparently attracted to it.”
“Well tell your alpha to cool it”
“Sorry”

The pack sat at lunch but this time it wasn’t about the supernatural. We had real conversations and a lot of memory reminisces. A familiar smell tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see Y/N walking towards our table. I gave her a smile. Stiles slid closer to Lydia so that Y/N and I were practically alone.
“Are you okay, Scott? You’re not sick, are you?”
“No, I, uh, I had a bad, reaction”
“You suck at lying but I’ll let it pass”
My lips instantly curled up into a smile. This girl just might be how I die. I think I would be okay with that. After lunch, we walked in the hallway just talking about what’s on our mind. You can do this Scott. I took a deep breath and took her hands in mine. “There’s a dance tonight, and I would love it if you went with me.” Y/N smiled and hugged me tightly. “I would love to go with my cute best friend!” My heart sank at the word friend. Y/N pulled away to kiss my cheek, “I’ll see you tonight.” Just like that Y/N was gone and the wolf inside me howled in discontent. I don’t want to be cute or a friend.

Stiles

Originally posted by omglanafsog


“Y/N!”
Y/N ran around upstairs toward my room. She was a little faster than I expected her to be. I nearly fell off the couch trying to jump over it and give her chase. Y/N has been hanging out at my place very often lately. She swiped my key and fashioned herself a one since she’s always around. She snatched my phone and was reading my messages. Scott and I were recently talking about her and if she knows, I’ll die of embarrassment.
Y/N stood in the middle of my room, smiling as she read my texts. I had to wheeze once I got in my doorway. “Y/N (gasp) give me (gasp) my phone.” Y/N tapped her cheek with a finger, obviously thinking about it. “I think I’ll pass, maybe I should read Scott’s texts.” Forget about my barely breathing, I lunged for her, knocking her onto the bed. Y/N tried to crawl for the phone but I grabbed her legs and plopped my body on top of hers. She grabbed my arms, pushing it down so I wouldn’t reach; I was stronger. I pinned her arms above her head and pushed her into the mattress, “Stop.” Just as I got control, my dad walked in and took in the scene before him. It looked bad, I held her hands above her head, our legs were intimately entwined, and I was out of breath. “Uh, Stiles, can I talk to you? If you’re not… Busy.” I hopped away from Y/N and we both straightened ourselves.
My dad and I headed downstairs so he could talk to me properly.

“Is she…Are you…That’s a girl”
“Yes, she’s is that of the female species within the human race”
“Wow, are you using protection?”
“Whoa, Dad! No, that’s not, Jesus…”
“So it’s not that kind of relationship?”
“Not at all”
“So you’re in the friend zone?”
“Why would you say that?”
“The two of you are all touchy feely, I assume that’s the girl who comes over religiously but you haven’t done the dirty Harry and I bet you haven’t kissed either, you’re in the friend zone.”
“I’m not in the–”
Y/N came downstairs, interrupting the conversation.
“I have to go, goodbye Sheriff, bye BESTIE!”
The door closed leaving a silence in the room.
Stilinski looked at Stiles and crossed his arms.
“I am so in the friend zone”
He patted Stiles and shoulder as he passed him to go to the kitchen, “yep”

Liam

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


Stiles went on and on about a movie he’d recently seen when I saw her.
It was like one of those epic movie moments where the hot girl walks into a room and music starts playing in the background.
Behind the camera is someone holds a fan to make it seem like her hair is flying in an angelic way.
Y/N was that hot girl.
She was so gorgeous in anything and everything she did.
If I could just get a chance with her. Never mind, I’d probably screw it up. Besides, she was so out of my league.

“Liam, do you have any Idea what polycarbonate bonds do?”
I slammed my head on the table and shook my head no.
“I’m going to fail this test”
“You need a tutor”
“Great, Mason. Do you happen to have one on speed dial? No? That’s what I thought. Look, I’m gonna head on home. Catch you later”

I ran down the stairs to open the door.
When I did, I closed the door shut in a hurry and began breathing ecstatically.
I opened the door to reveal the truth, I had thought my mind was playing tricks on me because there she was; Y/N in all her glory.
“Do you do that to all the girls?”
I gave her an awkward chuckle and invited her in.

After working for a while, I had to ask.
“How is this possible?”
“How is what possible?”
“You”
Y/N laughed and I thought my heart exploded and flatlined.
“You see, when a mommy and daddy love each other…”
“I mean, why are you here tutoring me”
“Oh, your friend Mason said you needed help”
“Can I marry you?”
I facepalmed myself for thinking out loud. Y/N, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying herself. She kissed me on the corner of my mouth and gave me one of the sweetest smiles on the planet.
“I’m sorry. You seem more like someone I would be friends with but if it gets to that point, why not?”
I silently cheered at my success.
I wasn’t the guy who just knew Y/N, I’m her friend.

Why Gon was the one to arm wrestle people during the Yorkshin arc instead of his stronk Killua bf
  • Leorio: Killua just do it you brat! This way we'll see who's stronger and who should arm wrestle everyone, now shut your trap and do it!
  • Killua: *grumbling* *puts his arm out*
  • Killua: *thinking* I'm gonna kick his ass and get this over with
  • Gon: *puts his hand in Killua's*
  • Leorio: Ready? Start!
  • Killua: *is kicking Gon's ass*
  • Gon: *leans down and kisses Killua's hand*
  • Killua: !?!?!? *blushes and looses focus*
  • Gon: *wins* yay! I won!
  • Killua: *is melting*
  • Leorio: Whut-whut just happened
Good Intentions

Paul Lahote imagine requested by anon! “I hear you need more wolf pack :) I came to deliver. Can I request one where you’re Paul’s imprint but Bella’s bestfriend and she doesn’t approve. You tend to listen to her judgement but he makes it very hard to stay away from him (bonus points if he enlists Jacob’s help lol)” Hope you like it!

“You’re kidding. Paul Lahote? I’ll-fight-anything-with-a-pulse Paul Lahote? You’re kidding, Y/n. I thought I told you he was out of his mind! And you’ve only known him for, what, a week?Bella was handling your scenario just about as swimmingly as you had predicted, which is to say she wasn’t handling it. She’d given you speeches of the same subject many times before, but never to this magnitude. If only she knew how severe the situation was… but you’d been indirectly sworn to secrecy on the matter of Paul’s affections. There wasn’t a loophole big enough for Bella to shove you through this time. You were signed-on for life, if everything went well… which it was, until you told Bella. Now, you found yourself cross-legged on her bedspread, watching her pull at the hair around her temples, pacing back and forth between her aged lace curtains and her bedroom door, reprimanding you as if you’d broken a valuable antique. This behavior was expected from someone as rational and old-souled as her, but you couldn’t place why she was focusing her maternal distrust on Paul. Well, from what you’d been recently inducted into, you could fathom a thousand reasons why she’d be upset, but she was oblivious to Paul’s trade secrets. “Y/n, come on, you’re really considering dating him? Paul Lahote?” She growled, her gravelly tone hiking in pitch as she chewed his name. You inhaled slowly, grinding your teeth in preparation for the verbal Novocaine you hoped would knock her blood pressure down a few notches.

“Yeah, I’ve considered it. I’ve come to the conclusion that I really want to be with him, Bells,” she opened her mouth to speak, her eyes wide and livid, fear polluting the perfect storm of fury in her dark irises. You held your hand up to halt her oncoming rant, struggling to sedate her long enough to calm her opinion on Paul. This would be no easy task. Most of the reasoning you’d collected to prove to her why Paul was a viable option was prohibited, by pack law, to be spoken to an outsider. You’d be running circles around your sentences, stopping and starting yourself when you edged too close to a risky argument. “Look, I’m not going to ask you why you care, because I know why you care, but seriously, Bella, why are you making such a big deal out of this? He’s really not that bad! He’s been really nice, Bella, and warm and friendly and sweet. He’s not as immature as you described. He must have changed since you last saw him.” Bella snorted, her eyes rolling towards the ceiling, one of her hands dropping to her hip (a comical stance, if not for the cause), the other gripping tight to masses of hair at the crown of her head, recalling her last encounter with the subject of her anger.

“Oh, I’m sure. The last time I saw Paul, he was going for Jacob’s-” her voice was cut-short by the ringing of her cell phone, her gaze dropping quickly to the smudged screen. She exhaled sharply, clearly irritated by whomever she saw was calling, raising the device to her ear as her teeth ground against each other. “I don’t have time right now, Jake. I’ll call you later” she spat, her tone unchanged by the call of her best friend. She must hate Paul more than you thought she did. Her eyes darted to your face, her brow pinched. “Yes, she’s here. Why do you ask?” She turned her back on you, walking with rigid steps towards her wall, her arm crossing over her chest as she spoke. “No, I don’t want to hear it, Jake.” There was a short pause, during which Jacob Black’s voice could be heard stammering mechanically through the receiver. Hopefully, he was acting as savior to both you and Paul. “Oh really? Try me,” Bella replied, her voice reaching higher and higher as her level of agitation skyrocketed. She waited while he spoke, her teeth wearing audibly as he spat explanations at her, likely in Paul’s defense. The wolf pack was pretty tight, from what you’d heard of it. Their relationship was closer to a brotherhood than anything, as Paul described it. If Jacob was talking sense, you had a better chance of convincing Bella of Paul’s worth; Jake had been dodging the werewolf subject longer than you had. Bella sighed loudly, sucking her teeth in frustration. “I don’t care if he imprinted on her! Tell him to leave her alone!” She hung up her phone, leaning her forehead against her bedroom wall. Your heart skipped a beat, hearing the now-familiar word leave her lips with so little surprise. Her lips formed the word as if she was as accustomed to speaking it as Sam or Quil.

“Bella, how do you know that word?” you whispered, your voice too weak to speak at a higher volume. She turned to face you, her cheeks flushed in sudden realization of her mistake. “You knew about the wolves?” Her cheeks were inflamed, burning rosy under your scrutiny. “Bella, what the Hell? How long have you known about them? Who told you? Oh, God, did one of them… you know, did someone imprint on you? Was it Jacob? Bella-” your words fluttered about in the stagnant air of her bedroom, her hands shaking to stop your words, her fingers batting them from her face.

“Okay, okay, enough! No one imprinted on me, I just… I figured it out. Jake told me a story, I pieced it together after he phased.” You could feel your open jaw collecting air, drying the saliva on your tongue as she explained just how extensive her knowledge on the Quileute pack was. According to her timeline, she’d been around since before Quil had even phased. She’s been there from, almost, the beginning of the pack. “And I’m freaking out because I’ve seen how volatile Paul is, how easy he is to phase. The last time I saw Paul, he went for Jacob’s throat. Dragged him into a fight, all teeth and claws. He isn’t in control, Y/n, and he could hurt you if you push him. It could be so simple, so quick, and you could be like…” her voice trailed off into silence, the unspoken end to her sentence lingering in the air like a death sentence: Like Emily.

“Jared already told me about his anger issues. He said he’s getting them under control, and that he was working on it before he imprinted. Now, he’s working harder. And, I mean, if you know about imprinting, you should know that just telling Paul to leave me alone isn’t going to make a dent in his determination to see me. I trust what you’re saying, I really do, but you just have to trust my judgement this time. I know how dangerous it is, but you’ve been hanging with Jacob since you found out he’s a wolf. I mean, Bells, if that isn’t danger-seeking, I don’t know what is!” She wouldn’t counter after that. The evening progressed as it normally did, only the conversations you held carried a rigid formality beneath years of cordiality. Bella was clearly upset about your decision to stay with Paul, but you weren’t giving him up.

She hadn’t offered to drive you home as she usually did, which would have betrayed how upset she was if you hadn’t already caught on. The girl was about as subtle as a shotgun was quiet, and you’d been around her long enough to know when she was irritated. Her decision wasn’t cruel, though. She wasn’t abandoning you to a ten-mile hike through the forest, Bella was too kind for that sort of ill-treatment. You didn’t live too far away to make commute on foot impossible, and though the sun was setting, you had enough time to walk home before the night settled in. By the time you reached your door, the evening was only just fading from amber skies to the shadow of dusk. Your porch light was on, casting a honey glow on the expanse of your lawn. An unfamiliar car was parked in your driveway, an alarming sight if not for the body propped-up against the driver’s side door. At the sound of your approach, Paul turned his head, a smile breaking through his neutral demeanor, white teeth gleaming in the dying light cascading from your front steps. Though you were mildly weary from your unexpected journey home, you found your pace increasing easily at the promise of Paul’s warm embrace. You stepped into his waiting arms, heat enveloping your body like a wave, his face burying itself in your hair, his arms constricting around your back. You’d never felt so secure, never so loved as when you were being held by him. It was as if you’d snapped an accessory onto your heart to allow for more love to flood your core, fitting like a puzzle piece into your organ’s anatomy. He was as much your home as the house behind him. He pressed his lips to the side of your head, his hands ghosting upwards along your back until they had reached your cheeks. His soft brown eyes fell on yours, analyzing your features, his thumbs working circles over your cheekbones.

“Jacob called me after he called Bella, said you were hanging at her house, that she sounded angry. Are you alright?” Oh. He’d been watching you for signs of a cracking facade, waiting for the waterworks. Thankfully, you were in better shape than he had expected. You nodded your head, leaning your face against his palm. You sighed, expelling the negativity of the day with your breath.

“Yeah, she just… she wasn’t thrilled when I told her I’d started seeing you. I didn’t even drop the “i” word, and she knew. I had no idea she knew, and… I mean, she was just worried. She’s my best friend. Her intentions were good. She doesn’t want to see me get hurt.” Paul’s lips pressed together, his forehead furrowing as you spoke. He pulled you into his chest once again, his embrace stronger, somehow, his arms motionless on your back.

“The last thing I want is to see you get hurt, Y/n. I promise you, I won’t ever hurt you. I know I’m a bit unpredictable, but I’d never lose control with you. I’ve seen what can happen when… I don’t ever want to hurt you like that,” he whispered, his voice in your ear like a dirge, his voice flooding with emotion. His conviction was clear. You wrapped your arms around his spine, clutching to his heat, your face lowering onto the plane of his chest.

“You won’t,” you assured him, your breath releasing against his skin, your hands running along the ridges of his spine. You couldn’t fathom how someone as warm and loving as Paul could have violent intentions, especially when he loved you as much as he did. “I know you won’t.” He lifted his head, his finger angling your chin upward, bringign your gaze to meet his. He lowered his lips to yours, voicing unspoken promises in ways words could never express. His lips moved against yours, spreading a warmth not unlike his unnatural body heat coursing through your veins, his hands tangling in your hair. All too soon, he broke away, resting his forehead on yours, his eyes sparkling with stolen light. He smiled his sideways grin, pressed his lips to yours once more, and stepped backwards towards his truck, his hands holding onto yours until his reach was expended.

Act of Kindness | 03 |

→ Since day one, boundaries and personal space were never really part of the picture.

01 | 02 | 04

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 This time you’re the one fidgeting as you wait for Kihyun’s boss to enter the meeting room.

Yes, you’ve met up with him before, but you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach, kind of afraid of what possible ridiculous stories will be made up for the public. Everyone else in the room looks tired or bored, on their phones or conversing amongst one another.

“You okay?”

The deep voice makes you flinch, looking up and across the table to who it belongs to. You still don’t know any of their names, still having not done enough research to prepare you for however long you’ll be in cahoots with Starship Entertainment. But work and the need for sleep is very time-consuming.

“Yeah, just a little cold,” you lie with a shrug and polite smile.

Once again you’re flinching when a thin jacket is spread over your bare thighs. Kihyun smooths out the fabric so that your lap is completely cover, and you move your attention away from the dirty blond in front of you in favor of looking to your right at the pink haired male. You wanted to look your best when meeting the source of your income, wanting to leave good impressions each time you see him. But you wish you would’ve worn pants instead of this pencil skirt because along with the cool weather outside, the temperature in the room is pretty low as well.

“Should’ve told me,” he says in a soft tone, giving you a light, comforting pat on the thigh before getting called into a conversation with a few of the others, leaving his hand on your lap.

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Under The Weather

Fandom- The Outsiders. (Two-Bit X Reader)

Warnings- Nope. It’s cute.

Note- Requested by anon! Thank you! :) (I used pronouns in this one. :\ )

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  You smiled, tossing your head back in laughter. Soda and Steve were trying their damnedest to beat Dallas in an arm wrestling competition. Dallas was feeling extremely playful today, and was even nice to you. You’d arrived at the Curtis house and he held the door open for you. Granted, he probably watched your ass as you passed him, but you’d take what you could get.

  Soda clasped Dallas’ hand in his own and they placed their elbows firmly against the table. Soda licked his top lip and Dally merely blinked. It was tense for a second. You called ‘go’ and they began pressing against each other’s force. It seemed like milliseconds before Soda’s arm was against the table. Dallas grinned and leaned back in his chair victoriously.

  “How are you doing that?!” Soda demanded. At least with Steve he lasted a minute. Steve and Soda seemed weak in comparison to Dally. They looked pissed about it. Dallas grinned mischievously. You’d caught on to what he was doing earlier on. You laughed harder. Soda and Steve seemed to notice and shot you weird looks.

  “What’s goin’ on, Y/n?” Steve asked. You laughed harder then winced. Your stomach had been cringing up at random. It could have been your period, but it was a strange cramp. It felt like sharp pins being pushed through your skin. It was hurting on your lower-right side. You were sure it was nothing. The last time you were actually sick was when you were seven and had the flu. Nothing, not even a cold, had appeared since then. You were going to get through this, just like everything else.

  You looked up at Steve and Soda with a smile on your face. They were both right handed. It was easy for them to arm-wrestle each other. Dallas, however, would be difficult to arm-wrestle fairly. He’s left handed. You laughed softly. You glanced at Dally and he gave you a small nod. You were allowed to tell them.

  “Dallas is left handed. You two are arm-wrestling with your left hands. Your left arms wouldn’t be as strong as your right ones. Dallas’ left arm is dominant, so he’s stronger in that arm. It’s a completely unfair game.” You stated. Soda’s eyebrows knit in confusion and Steve sighed loudly. What idiots.

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Someone send me an exercise plan I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing lmao

almost 22 years old, 200 pounds 5'11 trying to lose weight and get more toned, not trying for like a six pack or anything, just want a flatter stomach and stronger arms/back

Big fan of cardio but don’t know how long to run for etc. and have some weights in the basement I can use for lifting… help a guy out please

I’ve been eating like 1600 calories a day mostly consisting of salads and chicken/steak. Drinking lots of water.

Once again, emphasis on the not knowing wtf I’m doing

The next girl you’ll love will have nectar lips that taste better 
she will sleep with you like sunset with stronger arms that don’t have secrets in her skin 
another writer type but better, she will kiss you like dawn and touch you like healing she’ll smell better and be outgoing, I hope she loves you well

You’re going to love her until I fade away I will be another ghost you’ll grow out of. i’ll just be gone; a memory of a memory. A bag full of bad poems. A forgotten smell. some word on your tongue you cant remember but sure you used to know.

You won’t remember that I used to twist words just to make you smile. You’ll remember the nights I came crashing down whispering ‘I don’t want to be here’. You won’t remember the way I danced to that song. You’ll remember the tears and the shortage of breath I always had. In the end I will remember everything about you; and you’ll remember only the dark side of my moon.

—  @lunamoonray