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Performance Unit Reaction to the love of their life getting married to someone else

“Can I request a Seventeen reaction where the one they love is about to get married to other guy? And make it as angsty as possible please…. Thank yoou”

Ah thank you so much for the request! Sorry it’s taking so long. I am starting with the performance unit! I haven’t written anything angsty in a while, so this was fun. Hope you enjoy! So glad to be back.

Hoshi: He really tried to be happy for you. He really did. He let you freak out about your engagement ring and about what flowers you were going to have at the reception and all the usual wedding bullshit. But as soon as you told him, his heart would drop in his chest. Every morning he would wake up and remind himself that as long as you were happy, that’s all that matters. That should be true, he kept thinking, but if it was right, why did it hurt so much? He could never live with himself if you weren’t 100% sure with your decision.  “You’re happy, right Y/N? Really, truly, honestly happy? There’s no one else who could bring you more joy?”

Originally posted by powerfulhoshi

Jun: You and Jun had been off again and on again for years, an odd relationship filled with drunken one night stands and loneliness. But you always ended up coming back to each other, that was until you found your fiancee. He always thought that you guys would break up and he could finally have you again and you could truly work it out, but when he got the wedding invitation in the mail, his world seemed to stop. Before he knew what he was doing he picked up the phone and called you, “Is this for real, Y/N? What are you thinking? You know we always worked better together than you guys ever did.”

Originally posted by pabospoiler

The8: Would show up to your wedding completely convinced he was over you. He had missed his chance, but the past was the past and nothing could ever change that. He tried to flirt with other people to get his mind off of you, but it never happened. However as soon as he saw you walking down the aisle, he could feel his chest aching. His body froze up and only his eyes could follow you. He would start tearing up and the only thing running through his head would be “That should be me. I should be the one waiting for her at the end of the aisle.” He would end up leaving the reception early, hiding out in the bathroom most of the time anyway.

Originally posted by fyeahthe8

Dino: This boy had been pining after you for ages. He was always at your side the second you needed something or when you needed someone to listen. He never fully got the courage to ask you out or anything, so when the time came that you were engaged, it was the harshest slap of reality. He wouldn’t speak to you until a couple days before the wedding, when he would send you a simple message, because he could never fully let you go until he knew the answer to one question: “Why wasn’t it ever me?”

Originally posted by tekukii

ALL GIFS TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS I DO NOT OWN THEM.

Hope you enjoyed! Queuing up the other ones as I write them :) Go request prompts and check out my masterlist!

jeff atkins: skittles

Request: “please write more jeff atkins imagines”

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 373

Gif: @titch-the-eskibro-bandit

A/N: Fair amount of my own headcannons. If you want to hear some of my headcannons, lemme know! [ Read pt 1 ] [ Read pt 2 ]


It was Friday night. Jeff had picked you up from your house and cruised over to the Crestmont. He played his country music, mocking the deep accents. You had the window rolled down, your hair blowing in your face.

Once you arrived, Jeff had bought tickets to the new thriller in town. You linked your arm to his, feeling his warmth.

“Hey Clay,” Jeff fist bumped your brother. “She’s here, safe and sound.”

Clay shook his head. He got the movie packet together, which consisted of two medium sodas, a large popcorn, red vines and-

“Skittles?” Jeff looked at Clay. “I thought it was just red vines?”

“Well, yeah,” Clay shrugged. “But y/n likes skittles. I won’t charge for that.”

You gave your brother a small smile. “Thanks Clay.”

“Of course,” he nodded. “Enjoy your movie.”

Jeff held the large box in one arm, and even though he struggled, he still took your hand. Once you settled down in the middle of the theater, you ripped open the bag of skittles.

You poured a few into your hand. You motioned your handful to Jeff.

“You want?” You offered.

Jeff chuckled, taking a few colors. He dropped them in all at once. Once he swallowed his sweets, he turned to face you.

“What’s your least favorite skittles flavor?” He asked, not minding his volume at all.

You widened your eyes at him. You folded your lips into your mouth. When he wouldn’t look away, you whispered to him your answer. He nodded, and took the bag of skittles. He took out all the colors that you claimed were not in your palate.

You furrowed your brows. “What are you doing?” You whispered. His smirked, holding the solid color in his hand.

“I’m getting rid of what you don’t like,” Jeff announced. He tossed the number of skittles in his mouth, squinting his eyes. “Apparently, I don’t like them either…” He coughed.

You laughed into your hand, muffling your giggles. Jeff got to the point where he had to swallow the sugary treat. He sipped his cola, clearing his throat.

“I will get rid of anything you don’t like, Y/N,” Jeff spoke, his voice raspy. “Unless I hate it too, then it’s up to Clay.”

Skyline {VII}

Originally posted by tom-cinnamonroll-holland

Warnings: Language, panic attack

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Guys!!!! This is the last part of Skyline.  Like, for real this time.  I’m so sad to see it end, but I’m also so happy that it’s had such success, and I can’t thank you guys enough for that.  You are all so so wonderful, and you have all my love.  As usual, I want to give a shout out to Zoe and Jen for reading my drafts and helping me edit and brainstorm, as well as encouraging me to write.  As for all of you, I hope you’ll forgive me for all the angst that I’ve hit you guys with (remember when Skyline was self-indulgent fluff lmao), and I really hope this makes up for it a bit.  In other news, tonight is the Spidereyhes Sleepover!!!!!!!!  All the info on the sleepover can be found here, as well as info about the livestream, which will start at 7pm PST.  I’ll post the link on here!! Zoe, Jen, and I will be discussing all kinds of things, answering questions, and talking about Skyline, so be sure to drop by!!! Also, if you have any questions about Skyline or anything else that you want answered, send it in!!!! It’s not too late yall.  Again, thank you so much, and I hope you’ve enjoyed Skyline as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

skyline: a mixtape

{masterlist}

{part i} {part ii} {part iii} {part iv} {part v}

Sitting up in your bed, you stared at the window, not sure of how to react to seeing Spider-Man’s masked face through the glass.  Throwing back your covers, you quietly walked over to the window, grabbing a hoodie that Peter had lent you as you passed your desk.  Sliding the glass panel up, you climbed out onto the metal fire escape, slipping on and zipping up Peter’s hoodie to protect you from the cold.

The superhero stood where he had first stood, the night he saved your life and blew up Vizzini’s all those months ago.  And there, to his right, were the flower pots that he had tripped over the first time he came back for you.  Those stairs were where you would sit and draw while he watched your fingers fly across the page, amazed at the pictures you created.  Behind him was the railing that you would lean against as you looked at the Queens skyline together.  This fire escape was your entire relationship condensed, the one location where you were allowed to be with each other.  If you used your imagination, you could almost see every single night playing out in front of your eyes.  Spider-Man, with a bendy straw underneath his mask.  Spider-Man, attempting to draw you in the moonlight.  Spider-Man, his hand on your waist and the other in your hair. Spider-Man.

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An Overrated Cliché

Summary: That Spider-Man kiss video was definitely cliché and cheesy, which is exactly the reason that Spidey and Y/N have to do it.

Word Count: 2235

Warnings: Heights and Swearing.

A/N: casually drops this after almost a year without writing like okay!! okay!! please enjoy this (it has good format!!) :0 and thank you to @buckys-fossil for actually tolerating me and proofreading this, i love you!!! also this is a gender neutral fic!!!! if you followed me when i was strictly an aesthetic blog well then, hello i write fics too

Originally posted by kimtaeyoen

Summer weather was the worst.

Summer holiday wasn’t that much better, what with having cabin fever and all. It had been a week since you had left the comfort of your apartment and three hours since you flopped onto the couch and lay there. All of your friends had been busy, Michelle doing her protesting, Liz with college preparation. It left you with nothing much to do other than lounge around your home.

The fan placed on the coffee table was set on revolve and hit your body with cool breezes. Laying on your side and absentmindedly watching season three of Phineas and Ferb, you felt jealous that those children were creative enough to make the most of your summer. It was a big contrast to you, as you hadn’t done anything the entire few weeks of summer there had been.

A thought suddenly came to mind and you decided to act on it. Shutting off the TV and fan, you put on actual clothes and took care of your hygiene before fixing your hair and pulling on your sneakers. Making sure to had some money and the house key, you texted your mom.

to: mom
hey i’m leaving the apartment for the first time in days are you proud of me

It didn’t take her long to reply.

from: mom
Fine with me, I was about to kick you out and make you do something.

You laughed at her text before tucking your phone away and leaving the apartment and locking the door.

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anonymous asked:

I love your blog your writing is amazing. I was wondering if maybe you could write about Betty and jughead having a secret relationship because they're just not ready to tell everyone but one day Betty goes to school with a hickey and everyone finds out about their relationship.

Thank you so much! You got it!

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It was the end of spring, cheerleading season was long over but the riverdale high baseball team was having their final home game, so the riverdale vixens decided to dress in their uniforms and support the team.

Spotting Betty walking down the halls in her blue and gold uniform, Veronica smiled.

“Hey vixen, forgot how good that uniform looked on you.” She winked.

Betty laughed “you’re one to talk. You were made to wear that skirt.”

Leaning up against her locker Veronica smiled at herself.

“I’ve got to say it feels good to not have to wear that turtle neck underneath our uniform, I feel free!”

Betty smiled

“Agreed, it feels good to let my neck breathe.”

Veronica nodded in agreement glancing at Betty’s neck, suddenly her eyes were wide and she was tugging the tiny top down even more if possible.

“What the hell! Veronica! What are you doing?!”

Turning Betty’s head to look into the tiny mirror hanging up in her locker, Veronica pointed at her neck.

“What is that?!”

Finally Betty spotted the offending mark Veronica was so concerned about.

It was a hickey.

How had she not seen that?

“Oh, I must have burnt myself on my curling iron this morning! I’m so clumsy, you know that.” She said laughing nervously.

Veronica stared at her with disbelieving eyes

“Sweetie, I know a hickey when I see a hickey. That’s a hickey.”

“Veronica, that’s ridiculous it’s a burn.”

“Betty, I’m your best friend. What are you hiding from me?”

Suddenly, jugheads lazy voice entered the conversation

“Who’s hiding things?”

Both heads whipped around and Veronica reached for Jughead, pulling him towards Betty.

“Look! A hickey! Do you know who Betty’s been seeing? Because I sure don’t.”

Jugheads eyes widened as he caught Betty’s eyes.

He quickly stamped down his panic,

“Maybe it’s a burn, Betty does use a curling iron a lot.”

“Thankyou!” Betty said quickly

“You two are ridiculous. I’m gonna find out , you know I will!” Veronica said before stomping away , leaving betty and jughead alone by the lockers.

“Don’t be mad.” He said quickly

“My neck Jughead! Of all the places!”

He glanced to the heart shaped bruise, marring her skin.

And unfortunately he wasn’t able to hide his proud smirk before she caught it.

Smacking his arm

“Jughead!”

“I’m sorry okay, I got carried away. It was that damn yellow dress last night. You know I love it when you wear that thing.”

She blushed slightly remembering the events that took place in her bedroom last night.

Jughead looked around quickly, making sure no one was looking, before he placed a quick kiss on her lips.

“It’ll be fine .I’m sure no one will even notice.”

That was the biggest lie of the year.

She had already been stopped by Kevin, Cheryl, and Josie and half the football team had been whistling when she walked past commenting on the hickey.

By last period, study hall, she was thoroughly over this day, and ready to go back to wearing her sweaters.

The gang all had this period together. So they usually spent it on a table outside.

Sliding into the seat next to Betty’s , jughead slid his hand under the table and squeezed her knee.
She smiled softly at him.

“Okay” Veronica spoke up “Kevin, Cheryl and I have gone over all possible suspects regarding the case of Betty’s hickey”

“Oh my god” betty mumbled, dropping her head to the table.

Archie poked his head up from his music book

“Hickey? Betty? What?!”

Kevin sighed “well there goes my guess, it couldn’t have been Archie if he didn’t even know about it.”

Archie was now leaning over the table trying to get a look at Betty’s neck

“I’m sorry. What?! Betty what the hell?”

Cheryl pulled out a notebook ,passing it to Veronica

“I had it narrowed down to dilton doiley or trev marrow, but after speaking to them I now know that it’s neither.”

“You asked them if they gave me a hickey?!”

Veronica crossed out something in the notebook.

“Well we know it’s not anyone on a sports team, we totally would have found that out by now, and the smart kids wouldn’t be able to do that kind of handiwork If they tried so they’re out. Who does that even leave us with?” Veronica said frustrated.

Suddenly everyone’s eyes shot to Jughead who was leaning back in his seat smirking with a shrug.

“Don’t ask me.”

Veronica’s eyes widened

“Oh my god.”

Cheryl slammed her hands down on the table

“Shut up.”

Kevin nearly spit out his water

“ Total plot twist.”

And Archie was just confused

“What, what do we know?!”

Suddenly Betty smiled, reaching for jugheads hand.

“Okay, now can we please stop talking about this.”

Jughead nodded

“As much as I enjoy hearing you all talk about other guys leaving hickeys on my girls neck, I’d rather we changed topics, thanks”

Archie dropped his book on the floor with a thud.

“Girlfriend?!?”

Jughead sat up straighter

“Yeah girlfriend. Is that a problem pal?”

Archie just sat back, glaring at his best friend.

“This is total breaking news, Betty Cooper and jughead jones. We have so much to talk about. I’m sleeping over tonight.”

“Me too.” Cheryl agreed.

“Me three.” Kevin nodded

Betty groaned leaning into her boyfriend

He laughed , kissing her on her forehead.

Sorry, for making you guys wait for so long, but to make it up to you I think this is the longest imagine I have ever written. I hope you’ll enjoy. I also combined two reqests for this one. I hope that’s okay.

Request: Could you write an imagine about Ivar getting wounded in battle and the reader takes care of him? Thank you.

Request: Are you taking requests at all? If so could you do one where the reader takes control in bed and Ivar has to sit back and take it?

Warning: This contains smut and blood, the essentials of the Ivar fandom.

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You pulled your sword back and the soldier in front of you dropped to the ground. You turned, looking for your next opponent but no one was there. It took you a moment to realize that there was no one left. The battle was over. The last few survivors of the once large hostile army were fleeing to save their lives. All around you the warriors started to cheer in triumph, you would have joined in but for some reason you didn’t feel joyful at all. You were still panting but the rush of the battle slowly died down. And as the adrenalin left you, the strange feeling that something was wrong only grew bigger. You tried to tell yourself that you were only worried because Ivar wasn’t beside you like usually. He always stayed close to you in battle and you were used to fight side by side with him, often even riding in his chariot with him. But today you had somehow been separated. In the immediate rush of battle you hadn’t thought much about it but now that you were calming down you felt worry sneaking into your heart. You looked around, hoping to spot Ivar somewhere.

You could see Hvitserk with a small group of warriors not far from you. They were still cheering and slapping each other’s shoulders. Ivar was nowhere to be seen, so you went over to his brother.

“Y/N.” He greeted, a wide smile on his face. “Good to see you in one piece.”

You nodded. ”You too. Have you seen Ivar?”

“Not since before the battle. Was he not with you?”

“He was, but we got separated.”

Hvitserk must have noticed your worried tone. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m sure he is okay. It takes more than a few Saxons to kill him.”

You gave him a half-hearted smile. “You’re probably right. See you later at the camp.”

With that you turned to look for Ivar again. You climbed up a small hill so that you could overlook the other side of the battlefield that was lying behind it. When you made it to the top you gasped in shock. You could see Ivar’s chariot, the white horse was covered in blood and had started to graze between the fallen warriors but Ivar was nowhere to be seen. You felt your stomach twist with fear. As you hurried towards the empty chariot you heard someone call your name. You turned to see Ubbe running up to you. By the look on his face you could tell that something was wrong.

“Where is Ivar?” You asked him, your voice sounding strange and high pitched.

“He was wounded. We already brought him back to the camp.”

Panic shot through you and you felt your legs start to tremble. “I have to see him.” You said, your voice shaking. Although you weren’t sure you could trust your legs to support you, you started to stride towards camp. As you walked past Ubbe he caught you in his arms.

“Y/N, wait. Calm down. It is not that bad. I’m sure he will be fine.”

“I have to see him.” You repeated stubbornly and tried to wind yourself out of his arms.

Ubbe looked at you with pitying eyes for a moment, but then let go of you. “Alright, I will come with you.”

You stormed into the tent where the wounded were treated and searched the rows of bleeding warriors. When your eyes fell upon Ivar you felt like your heart stopped for a moment. He was lying on his back with his eyes closed. As you got closer you could see that a long cut had gone through his armor. Blood was oozing out of it and running down his side. Cold fear began to rise inside you, but with it came a stubborn determination. You would not lose him.

“Why is no one tending to him?” Your voice was fierce and demanding.

At the sound of your voice Ivar opened his eyes. He looked tired and was a little pale but he smiled at you. You ran to his side and dropped to your knees, clutching to him as if your life depended on it.

He chuckled. “Are you trying to squeeze all the blood out of me, woman?”

You softened your grip around him. “I was so worried. When Ubbe said you had been wounded…”

“Shhh. There’s no need to worry. It’s nothing.”

Seeing all the blood that covered his chest and ran down his side, you weren’t fully convinced by his words.

Ivar’s eyes had followed your gaze. “I said there’s no need to worry. Most of that blood isn’t mine anyways.”

You ignored him and rose to your feet to stop one of the women that were hurrying along the rows of the wounded. Most of the women that did not fight in the shieldwall were assigned to take care of those who were wounded in battle.

“Why is no one tending to him?” You repeated your question from earlier.

“Because his wound isn’t that deep. We have much more serious cases to deal with first, so even a prince will have to wait.” With that she shoved you out of the way and scurried off.

You thought about calling her back when heard Ivar chuckle.

“I told you it is nothing. Do you believe me now?”

“No.” You said stubbornly and turned to Ubbe who was still standing close to the entrance, trying his best not to be in the way. “Can you help me bring him to our tent?”

“Why do want to bring him there?”

“I will take care of his wounds myself. Now come help me.”

You could see a pleased smirk grow on Ivar’s face, he seemed to like the thought of you tending to him instead of some old woman.

It was quite a struggle to get Ivar into your tent with him wounded and only Ubbe to help you, but you finally managed to lay him down on your bed.

You gave Ubbe a thankful smile.

“Do you need any more help?”

“No, thank you.” You said and he left the tent.

You turned back to Ivar and carefully opened the strings that held his armor together. Then you helped him to sit up to get it off him. As the hard leather scraped over his wound, his face twisted with pain but he didn’t make a sound. You took out your knife and simply cut open his tunic in order to spare him from having to move even more. You loudly sucked in a breath at what you saw. The cut went from his left shoulder almost to the middle of his chest. You examined it closely and were relieved to find that the woman had been right, it wasn’t too deep. What worried you was that it hadn’t stopped bleeding yet. It would clearly need stitches.

You rummaged through your things to find what you needed. Ivar hadn’t said a word since you had brought him here. He just kept watching you, seeming quite relaxed, a small smile on his face, almost as if he was enjoying himself.

“Why are you smiling?” You asked him as you stepped back to the bed.

“I just like to be the center of all your attention.”

“You won’t like it as much anymore once I stick that needle into you.”

He just shrugged and followed your movements with his eyes as started to carefully clean the wound. You were quite consumed with your work when you felt Ivar’s hand slide under your shirt. First you tried to ignore it and kept working but that got more and more difficult as his hand slowly slid up your belly and his fingertips ghosted across your breasts. You ignored the warm feeling that spread through you and fiercely grabbed his arm and pulled it out from under your shirt.

“Ivar, this is really not the right time. Please let me patch you up first.”

He grinned at you, full of mischief but placed his hand back on the bed, while you fumbled with the needle.

“Does it hurt much?” You asked him as you had made the first few stitches.

He shrugged. “I’m used to pain.”

You nodded, unable to stop your eyes from wandering to his legs. If Ivar had noticed, he ignored it. You forced yourself to concentrate on your work.

As you were almost finished you could feel his hand on your hip again, fingers caressing your stomach. He hooked two fingers into the waistband of your pants and let them slide along it until he found the lacing.

“Ivar, this is really not the time, you should rest.” You said as he started to fumble to unlace your pants.

He gave you a dark grin. “You asked me to let you patch me up first. That I did. Now it is my turn.”

“You have lost a lot of blood. You should rest.”

“I can’t. You look to irresistible like this.” He whispered and slid his hand into your pants. First you didn’t know what he meant but then realized that you were still as much covered in blood as he was.

You opened your mouth to protest and tell him that he really needed to rest, but that moment his fingers slid over your folds and the words caught in your throat. Ivar noticed your reaction and smirked, knowing that he had already won that battle. His hand cupped your sex and one his fingers sneaked between your folds stroking up and down. You moaned and couldn’t stop your body from moving against his hand. His skilled fingers found your sweet little knob and he started to circle his thumb around it. You moaned out his name at the exquisite feeling. As he felt your wetness spreading under his fingers, Ivar let out a pleased little groan. Your whole body was trembling as you pressed yourself against his hand. Much too soon for your liking Ivar retrieved his had from your pants. Since he couldn’t use his left arm terribly much he to break contact to slide his right arm around your waist and pull you into the bed. As soon as he had you pressed to his chest, his lips crashed onto yours. Without breaking the kiss his hand sneaked back into your pants. He drew a few more circles around your clit before he pushed one finger inside of you. Your head fell backwards as you let out a pleasured sigh. He started to move in and out of you, his pace slowly increasing. You moaned out loudly and rocked our hips to meet his movements, already feeling the heat building up inside of you. But all of a sudden he stopped. With his head he gestured towards you shirt.

“Take that off.”

You did as he had said and he sighed as your breasts fell free from the fabric. He started to move his hand again and at the same time his mouth found one of your breasts. He was taking turns in sucking at your nipple and letting his tongue swirl around it. Soon he added another finger and thrusted them inside you more forcefully than before. Your moans got louder and louder and you could feel the heat spread from between your legs through your whole body. He let go of your breast and looked at you, a devilish grin on his face. Then he curled his fingers upward while keeping up his pace. Stars exploded in front of your eyes. He was hitting exactly the right spot. You knew you couldn’t take it much longer.

“Ivar.” You panted between your moans. “I… I’m about to…”

“That’s right.” He cooed. “Come for me, Y/N!”

Hearing his words you let go and let yourself become consumed by the pleasure he was giving you. He kept moving his hand until you were coming down form your high. As the trembling of your body subsided he pulled you on top of him. You rested your head on his chest, careful not to bring any pressure on the fresh stitches. You lay like this for a while and he stroked your hair. As you shifted your body to get more comfortable, you felt his erection press against you. You looked up to him almost in surprise.

“After you have lost so much blood?”

He shrugged and gave you a crooked grin. “It’s what you do to me.”

You smirked back at him and moved to open his pants and pull them off his legs. You gave the top of his cock a teasing lick and then moved back up to kiss him again. Very slowly you worked your way back down, trailing kisses along his jaw, his neck and down his chest. Ivar followed each of your movements, looking at you in awe. When you were back down you gave his cock a long lick from base to top and Ivar let out a long sigh. You gave him one last playful smile before you took his member into your mouth and softly started sucking while stroking its base with your hand. Ivar let out low growling noises and tangled his hand into your hair.

You were surprised as he tugged your head upwards after a while.

“Enough.” He said, his voice was thick with lust but it still had a commanding tone. “I need to be inside you.”

You bit your lip and moved back up to straddle him. You positioned yourself over his tip and moved your hips so that your folds were brushing over him making just the tiniest bit of contact.

Ivar narrowed his eyes at you. “Stop the teasing, woman. You know I’m not a patient man.”

He put his hands on your hips, as if he was ready to pull you down on him at any second.

You shook your head at him and pressed his arms back to the bed. “You still have to go easy. You lost a lot of blood today, so relax and let me do the work.”

He gave you frustrated growl and you chuckled. “I think have already suffered enough today.” You decided and slowly began to let yourself sick down on him.

You closed your eyes and relished the feeling of his thickness stretching you out. As your hips met his he filled you completely and you took a moment to adjust before you slowly started to move. You rocked your hips against his and moaned at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you. Ivar’s hands moved up your sides to play with your breasts, while he watched you bounce up and down on top of him. As you started pick up more pace he seemed unable to control himself any longer. His hands closed around your waist and he pushed you to the side in order to get on top of you. You clicked your tongue disapprovingly and shook our head, while you fought to push him back down on his back.

“I said I will do the work, otherwise I will leave and let you rest like you should.”

You knew it was an empty threat, for you wanted this as much as he did, but it seemed to work. He gave you an annoyed growl, but relaxed and looked up to you expectantly. You smiled and nodded, almost in disbelief that he had obeyed you. You placed your hands on his broad chest and started to rock your hips again. Ivar’s hands moved to your hips again but he left you in control. You kept moving your hips against his and leaned down to kiss him. But before your lips touched his he slightly turned his head and licked over your cheek. Then he kissed you deeply and you could taste the blood he had licked off your skin.

“You taste like the goddess of war.” He breathed against your lips.

As you sat back up to pick up a little more pace, Ivar dipped his fingers into the small drops of blood that were still dripping out between the stitches you had made on his chest and drew a line from your throat over one breast down to your navel. Then he repeated his actions on the other side. When he was done he looked at you, seemingly pleased with his work before his hands went to your hips again, steadying your movements. You moved faster and faster while moaning out his name. The heated knot in your stomach was growing fast. Ivar’s grip on your hips became tighter and he roughly thrusted upwards to meet your movements. You could feel yourself tighten around him as you fell over the edge. You whole body spasmed for the second time that night, while Ivar’s strong arms held you in place as he kept pounding into you. You were still riding out your orgasm as he gave one last forceful thrust and then pulled you down on him, burying himself deep inside you while he spilled his seed.

Totally out of breath you collapsed on top him. You lay like this for a while, both of you panting heavily.

Now I feel like resting.” Ivar rasped as he wrapped his arms around you.

The Stakeout

Originally posted by mysharona1987

Pairing: The Avengers x Peter Parker, Peter Parker x you

Request: Hi! I’m OBSESSED with your writing. First Crush is amazing!! I was hoping I could have an imagine where Peter is now working with the whole Avengers team and they don’t know he has a girlfriend until Aunt May tells them when Peter ends up skipping a movie night with all of them? And of course this leads to Tony and the team spying for “research and scientific” purposes. Thank you!! PS: (if you could also make the reader super nerdy and can sing that would be amazing) (anonymous)

Word count: 1135 

A/N: I tried to fit the nerdy singing reader part to this put I just couldn’t without it sounding really forced so I skipped that. I’m sorry for that! I hope that you’ll enjoy this anyway :)


“Tony, what was so important that we had to drop everything and come here?” Natasha asked a bit annoyed. Tony had sent everyone an urgent message that only said to meet him NOW. Everyone was staring at him waiting for him to explain what was going on. Steve was getting a bit worried. Had something bad happened?

“You are never going to believe this” Tony started and made a dramatic pause. “Our baby spider has a girlfriend!” he finally exclaimed. “Seriously Tony? Is this why I left everything and ran here as quickly as I could” Bruce groaned. “He has a girlfriend? Why hasn’t he told us?” Steve actually got interested. “Yeah, that’s why he isn’t coming to the movie night. Because he has a date with her!” Tony confirmed. “What is she like?” Natasha asked with a curious expression. “I don’t know! Peter won’t even admit that he has a girlfriend” Tony responded. “I imagine like a popular brunette girl” he continued. “No I think she’s a short nerdy girl and they geek together all the time” Steve wondered. “Yeah I’m with Steve. Maybe she has like glasses” Bucky said. They all stood there silently thinking.

“You know what. Screw movie night!” Natasha finally said with a determined look. “YES. Let’s go stalk them!” Tony almost yelled. “Yeah, Tony you still tracking his phone?” Steve asked. “Obviously” Tony shrugged and took his phone out. “Don’t you guys think that it’s a bit creepy to stalk a teenager on a date with his girlfriend?” Bruce pointed out. “No. It’s for… you know research and scientific purposes.” Tony said and turned his attention back to his phone. “Yeah. I mean we have to know who he is dealing with. She could be a threat to him” Steve agreed not really convincing anyone. “I really doubt that.” Bruce laughed “Peter is going to be so mad when he sees you guys stalking him” He continued muttering. “Aha! I found him! He’s at a diner in Queens. To the car” Tony said and lead the team to the garage.

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“I can’t see anything. We need to get inside the diner” Natasha said to the team and started to make a plan. “Okay, we need to get in quietly. Everyone has to put their caps real low and then we walk to the booth nearest to the entrance real casually and sit there” She continued. “He’s going to see us if we just walk in” Steve thought. “No he won’t look at him. She is all he sees and hears. We can do this” Bucky pointed out and got out of the car.

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Thin Mints and Menthol (Part II) (Steve Harrington x Reader)

PART 1   

PART 3


Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary:  It’s set a year after Season 2 has finished and you’re a senior in high school who’s often getting into trouble with the law for petty crimes. And Hopper usually gets you out of trouble. Then one night the new officer Steve Harrington joins him. 

Words: 2.2k (i just didn’t know when to stop apparently)

Warnings:  Mild swearing, mild mentions of smoking, abusive behavior.

A/N: This is the second part to my series ‘Thin Mints and Menthol’, I got so many requests for a second part! Also I’m not American and I don’t smoke, so if I got any terminology wrong I’m sorry! I’m really thankful for all the amazing feedback. If you want a next part or to be tagged in future parts, let me know! Hope you enjoy!!


“And where the fuck have you been?”

His harsh voice startles You turned your head to face the man in front of you, his vice like grip on your wrist feeling like it could almost snap your bone. You winced slightly due to the pressure. You wince and whimper slightly, like a kicked puppy. It’s your Dad.

“Daddy, I’m sorry, I was studying at… Nancy Wheeler’s house and I forgot the time.”

“So why did Jim Hopper drop you off home?” You pause, you can feel the heat rising in your cheeks. A dead giveaway.

“H-h-he saw me walking home in t-the dark and offered my a ride home on his way back to the station.” The grip on your wrist loosened, you could see his anger slowly subsiding. Apparently your lie is good enough to fool him. An almost devilish grin creeps across his face. He places a wet kiss onto your cheek, the smell of alcohol is suffocating. You gip as the smell of beer and body odour hit your nose as he pulls you into a hug. Coughing slightly as he does so to cover how disgusted you feel.

“Sorry Daddy, I’m really tired and I need a bath before I go to bed. May I be excused?” You ask politely, almost whispering, wary that anything could set him off again. Suddenly you feel his dirty nails dig into your back. As quickly as they do, he releases you again. His Cheshire Cat smile still plastered across his face, dirty yellowing teeth reside in his mouth, like mismatched gravestones. His face is unshaven, greasy and definitely unwashed. He looms over you threateningly, processing the question you had just asked him

“Sure.” He says finally as he saunters slowly over into the kitchen. You watch him as he opens the run-down green fridge and pulls out another beer. He starts to turn around but before he can face you, you’re running up the stairs to escape his gaze. You quickly dash into your room closing the door carefully so you don’t disturb him and cause him more anger. Tears spill from your eyes and cascade down your cheeks splashing onto you blouse. Breathing in unsteadily, you wait till the volume on the TV downstairs increases. Safety.

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anonymous asked:

AHHH imagine Sasuke seeing that poster of boxing babe Sakura (like for a tournament) and he's so enthralled he says "Naruto shut up we're going". Of course Naruto says "but I didn't say anything to begin with". I imagine him visiting the gym she goes to. After he accidentally drops all the dumbbells from their rack she tries to help him and he awkwardly says "They're on the ground now/ They fell". In the future their lil Sarada finds the poster in Sasuke's stuff & he's just like "‼️(๑・▱・๑) "

A series in which Sasuke pursues boxing babe Sakura. 

also an added bonus: 

Hi anon! Thank-you for the really cute AU/headcannon omg /////// that’s so cute I had to draw it! 


A/N: Sorry if I don’t reply to everyone’s messages right away! I absolutely enjoy reading all the comments and talking to anyone with the head canons you guys come up with >:’0 

break the chain

happy birthday @carryonsimoncarryon!!

length: 3.7k

genre(s): angst+fluff

triggers/warnings: none

simon and baz get in a fight during 7th year and end up magically handcuffed together 

a/n: thank you @cherryonsimon for ur beta skills and brutal honesty :p AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY BAILEY!!!! ENJOY BEING OLD 💜💜

(if the readmore doesn’t work then just click the url and it will take you to the post ^__^)



Simon

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”

My jaw drops and I stare at Agatha. She doesn’t look like she’s joking, and I start to feel sick.

“What?”

“I want to break up.”

“But–but why?”

“I just don’t think we’re good together,” she says, like her words aren’t devastating. Like she hasn’t just unraveled all of my plans for our future together.

“But…but I love you…” I say, a bit pathetically, and her face hardens.

“I’m not doing this because I don’t love you, Simon. I just don’t want to be with you anymore.”

I don’t know what to say to that, and she’s not listening anyway. She’s looking at something over my shoulder and I turn around quickly to see what it is.

It’s Baz.

He gives her a lazy wave and a wink, and when I face her again she’s gone pink.

“Him?” I say incredulously. “You’re breaking up with me for him?”

“What if I am?” she says, and I feel my magic starting to rise. She takes a step back, looking scared. I curse and try to force it back down.

“Agatha,” I say, but she’s still moving. “Agatha! I didn’t mean it!”

She spins on her heel and walks off, leaving me behind in the hall.

I’m sure I look like a fish out of water; students are leaving the classrooms and everyone’s giving me a funny look. I’m still fighting to keep my magic under control and I only have one thought on my mind: this is Baz’s fault.

* * *

Baz had somehow disappeared after my confrontation with Agatha, so I go looking for him. I eventually find him lurking in an unused corridor–the one with the room where the Crucible is stored. Surely Baz isn’t daft enough to try and mess with it. He must have some other scheme planned.

I don’t care what it is, I don’t care about anything else right now other than the fact that Baz has once again ruined my life.

I’m attempting to sneak up on him when the sole of my shoe squeaks, and he whips around.

“What do you want, Snow?” Baz spits, and I rush forward without thinking.

“This is all your fault!” I yell as I shove him, “if you’d just left Agatha well alone she wouldn’t have broken up with me!”

He looks confused for a second and then smirks. That makes me angrier, so I shove him again. Harder. This time his head makes a satisfying crack as it hits the wall. I rush forward with my arm pulled back, ready to punch him. He moves to block me and our hands collide in mid-air.

I feel a shimmer of magic around my wrist and my stomach drops. Baz must have cast something too low for me to hear, and now…well, I’m not really sure what he did until I look at my hand and see the shiny metal bracelet. I don’t realize what’s happened at first; Baz tugs his wrist and mine comes with it.

Merlin’s tits, I’m fucking handcuffed to Baz. What is he planning to do to me? This must be one of his schemes! He’s going to…he’s going to…

Well, I’m not sure what he’s going to do, but it probably involves me and a pair of handcuffs.

“What the hell, Baz!” I growl, “let me go!”

He looks indignant. “I didn’t do this!”

“Of course you did!”

“Crowley, Snow, do you really think I’d attach myself to you on purpose?”

Baz

The air starts to fill with smoke, and I realize it’s Snow. Shit, I should have known this would happen. He’s going to bloody go off. I’m tempted to poke him as I usually do–because I know he’ll just shield me–but I finally give into my urge to just…help him.

“Deep breaths now, Snow,” I say, and his head snaps up. He narrows his eyes at me, but I keep going; keep holding his gaze. “Let it go. Some of it. Before you start another fire. Whatever–fuck!”

Snow shoves me into the wall for the second time today, only this time he comes with me and I’m hit from both sides.

“What was that for? I was helping you, you numpty!”

“I don’t need your help,” he snarls.

“Fine!” I spit, “let’s go find you someone else then!”

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any fic recs that are 15k+ and posted on ao3?

Hmmm… I got a few. I haven’t read ML fics in MONTHS (I blame klance and viktuuri) but I can suggest my faves :))

- Caged by Their_Destinys_Writer (43K WIP)

-Until I Lose Count by Baneismydragon (35K Completed)

-Fractal by australet789 (27K WIP)

-tangled ribbons by demistories (82k Completed)

-Fanboy by urbangurl123 (Shamelessly adding in my own story here don’t mind me) (27K WIP) 

-Tikki’s New Friend by panda013 (Amiria_Raven) (100K Completed)

-Lucky Us by PrincessKitty1 (I’m legit obsessed with this fic okay) (102K WIP)

-It’s a Match! by breeeliss (23K Completed)

-Old Stories, New Discoveries by The_Mystical_Wolf (GUYS THIS STORY IS SO CUTE OKAY I LOVE IT) (156K WIP)

-to you, i thee wed by megamegaturtle (THE FLUFF IS REAL WITH THIS ONE OH LORDY) (47K WIP)

-Meant To Be by DarkReyna16 (26K WIP)

-Pint Sized by WIntermoth (Seriously so cute and just UGH) (19K WIP)

-Broken Hearts Club by frostedpuffs (Honestly anything by frostedpuffs is good let’s be real) (28K WIP)

-Anything by Thelastpilot here  (Like just check their page and read to your hearts content because honestly it’s all amazing)

-Smoulder by midnightstarlightwrites (163K Completed)

-Have Your Cake (And Eat It Too) by LooseScrewsLefty, takethembystorm (46K WIP)

-Back To Us by DarkReyna16 (Aka my all-time fave ml fic like I would buy this in a physical copy if I could it’s that amazing I cri) (354K WIP)

-Anything by SKayLanphear here 

-That Awkward Moment When… by breeeliss (32K Completed)

-Anything by BullySquadess here  (Some NSFW stories so if you’re not comfortable with that then read the tags before you read)

-Heartstrings by taylortot (A true classic) (60K Completed)

-Satisfaction Brought It Back by siderealSandman (Aka my 2nd fave Ml fic of all-time) (VERY NSFW) (188K WIP)

-Obsession by KryallaOrchid (36K Completed)

-Le Chat Noir by ParadiseAvenger (55K Completed) (I LOVE THIS FIC OKAY)

I have much more but I didn’t bookmark them because I SUCK AND FORGOT. Like there are some I wanna rec rn but I forgot the names and I’m dying. I’ll add more to the list as I remember and read but yeah. I’m also going to start reading more Alyanette, Chloenette, and ChloAlya (don’t know if that’s the ship name tbh but you know what I mean) And I’ll add those to the list as well later on! I hope you enjoy reading and PLEASE leave kudos and positive comments for these wonderful authors. They take time out of their busy lives to write these wonderful stories so please show your support. <3 And thank you to all you fic writers out there, you guys are truly rad af and ily. *drops mic*

Pool Fun: Part 1 (Peter x reader)

Good afternoon lovelies! I hope you’re all having a wonderful Thursday. I’m off tomorrow so I’ll be on tumblr basically all day long, so feel free to hit me up, or drop off some requests in my inbox! I’ll need to keep myself busy. Enjoy this cute Peter one shot xoxo

Request: hii good morning, lovely! may i request for a peter X reader where they’re alone on a cool night by the glowing sparkling pool and the reader steps out in her bathing suit and peter literally goes in awe and play around in the pool for a while and then well, they make out lovingly and addictively in the pool? thank you xoxo

Warnings: Peter just gets a little handsy. 

MASTERLIST


It had been one hell of a long day. You and Peter had had an extremely rough training day with Steve and both of you were exhausted. Being the two kids, and also being the newest additions to the Avengers, Steve was the hardest on you both. He always paired you up with the top dogs like Nat, or Bucky, knowing you would lose. The thing was that he did this to prepare you for situations like this because he didn’t want you to get hurt. Today was probably the worst of the training sessions. You had to fight both Nat and Bucky, a two on one. The only ground rule during this match was that no blood was to be drawn, but that didn’t mean they could bruise you up pretty good. Within the first seven minutes you were already taking blows to the gut, falling to your knees on the floor. Let’s just say Steve wasn’t too proud of your performance. 

You had agreed to meet Peter at the pool to cool off. When you looked out your bedroom window in the Avengers Tower, you could see his figure already swimming in the pool a few stories below you. You had on your favorite bikini and threw on an old band t-shirt over it. As you made your way downstairs, you grabbed a towel and walked out onto the terrace. Peter was settled on the edge of the pool, his arms outstretched to either side of him, and his head propped up against the ledge. His eyes were closed as he tried to relax his tense muscles. He didn’t realize you were coming till he heard the sliding door close. When he opened his eyes, he saw you taking off your shirt, revealing your beautiful figure. He gaped at you, admiring every curve on your body. 

“I see you staring, Peter Parker.” You smirked at him as you tossed your towel on one of the lounge chairs. Peter immediately closed his mouth, and despite the cold water, a shade of red crept up on his face. You walked towards him and stepped into the pool, eyeing him mischievously. The two of you had been flirting back and forth for who knows how long, but neither of you went beyond that. You settled down opposite of him, and closed your eyes. 

“F/N, why do you have to drive me so crazy?” Peter was trying to be as stern as he could, but failed. His attempt made you giggle. 

“That’s the fun in it. I gotta leave you wanting more, don’t I?” You made the snark comment, trying to hold back your grin. He puckered his lips in frustration and focused his gaze on the stars. When he wasn’t paying attention, you swiped a wave of water in his direction, spraying his face. 

“What the heck was that for?” Peter chuckled, releasing himself from the pool’s edge. 

“Hmm, I just felt like it.” You opened your eyes, and winked at the flustered teenager. 

“Well, you’re gonna pay for that. C’mere!” He launched himself towards you, but you quickly moved out of the way, swimming to the other side of the pool. You propelled yourself forward, but Peter quickly caught up to you and grabbed your ankle, pulling you underwater. You yelped, your face submerging in the pool. He was treading the water next to you and you returned his kind gesture by pulling him down next to you. You came up for air, and a couple seconds later his head bobbed up next to yours. As if it weren’t enough, the two of you splashed each other, the wind carrying you laughter around the open air. When both of you were finally tired out, you pulled your wet bodies out of the pool and sat on the edge, letting your lower legs dangle into the water. Silence passed over the two of you, and you found yourself trying to catch glimpses of Peter’s face. 

“I see you staring, F/N L/N.” He smirked, turning his head towards yours. You rolled your eyes and nonchalantly moved closer to him. He picked up on this and snaked his arm around your waist, causing goosebumps to raise on your arms. You yearned for his touch. It was addicting. He looked down at you and your eyes met his. Your gaze flitted between his sparkling eyes and his lush lips, a war inside of you raging as you debated whether or not to make a move. You slightly parted your lips, begging him to lean in. He took the opportunity and pulled your body against his, pressing his lips against yours. Your lips fit perfectly in between his and he tasted of cherry chapstick. You deepened the kiss, throwing one of your legs over his body, so that you were now straddling his hips. Your fingers weaved through his hair, and you slightly tugged on it, earning a slight moan from Peter. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against your lips before diving into another hot kiss. You took in a breath, and Peter seized the moment, using his tongue to explore your mouth. You didn’t fight him for dominance, you let him win. His hands ran up the sides of your body, then went down your spine, sending shivers through your body. You pulled away for a second, staring into his wanting eyes. He smirked, knowing he had finally got what he had been wanting for ages. He wanted you. Your lips collided again and his hands snaked up your stomach to your breasts, giving them a squeeze. Your wet bathing suit dropped water droplets at the action, and it cooled your heating bodies. 

“Mm, don’t get too handsy, Parker.” You said under your breath, trying to catch it. Being the tease you were, you removed yourself from his lap and grabbed your towel. Your rubbed your scalp with it, trying to stop your hair from dripping water everywhere. Peter gawked at you. He couldn’t believe that you were leaving him like this. He wanted you so bad, but you weren’t letting him have it. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, and you gave him a smug look as you walked back towards the doors. You swayed your hips and tossed your hair to the side, giving him one last smirk before slipping back to your room. 

“Keep it up Parker, I’d like to see more of you sometime.” 


I hoped you enjoyed this Peter Parker one shot! I hoped you liked it too, anon. I had a lot of fun writing this. Thank you all for sticking around my blog, I love you all. I’ll have the next chapter of “There” posted tonight. I never realized how much I love writing Peter fics. I hope I get to do more! Have a wonderful day, xoxo

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BTS Reaction to Your Bad Period Cramps

Anon: Hiii can i request a (fluff) BTS reaction when you have really bad period cramps and they try to cheer you up? Thankyouuu

A/N: Here babe! Hope you enjoy!

Jin: You were going out of your mind as your body ached terribly. You were beyond annoyed, sad, & mad all at the same time, thanks to your period, which mother nature decided to just drop out of nowhere in the middle of your History class. You had to excuse yourself from class before you turned into a puddle of red in front of your classmates. The day seemed to worsen, along with your mood, as while you were in line to get your lunch for your break, some idiot ran into you & accidentally spilled their food on you. By the time you got home, you were a crying, emotional mess of a being. When you stepped out of the shower, your cramps seem to kick into combat mode, so you went downstairs into the kitchen for a cup of tea, hoping to soothe the pain. You set your phone on the counter, awaiting a call from your boyfriend. You complained to him earlier about your awful day so he promised to come by & take care of you. You fixed a hot cup of tea & sat on the couch in the living room to binge watch your favorite cartoons. Five minutes into your mini marathon, your phone begin to ring, signalling you have a call. You smile to yourself as a picture of you & Jin popped up on your phone screen. “Hello?” you say in a whiny tone as you begin to cramp again. “Yes, is this Y/n? This is Dr. Kim. I was calling to remind you that you have a scheduled appointment with me today.” Jin said in sing-song voice. “Yes, I do Dr. Kim. When is this appointment?“ you ask, playing along to his little game. “It begins when you open the door.” he says as you smile, getting onto your feet & walking to the door. You open it, finding your loving boyfriend dressed in a doctor’s uniform. He smiled tenderly at you. “Hello, I’m Dr. Kim, here to take care of you. How have you been Y/n?” he asks walking through the door, a suitcase & clipboard in hand. “I’m been awful. My cramps are seeming to get worse. It feels like I’m having a world war 3 with my uterus.” you groan as you plop down onto the couch again, propping your feet onto the coffee table. “Say no more. I’ll be taking great care of you. It says here on patient chart  that you’re experiencing some stomach pain, so I have an excellent remedy for that.” Jin says examining his clipboard in his hands. “And what kind of remedy do you have? I’ll take anything right about now.” you say with pleading eyes. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll prepare a delicious meal & we can watch all the cartoons you want. But you must relax & let me do everything, doctor’s orders.” he smiles at you, kissing your forehead, before he disappears into the kitchen to prepare one of your favorite meal.

Yoongi: “Yes, I would like a pepperoni pizza with wings please.” you say to the lady in the pizza shop you were currently at. She took your order & told you to wait, nodding you sit in a seat closest to the window as you wait for your pizza to be prepared. You were making a quick stop to the pizza shop before going over to the studio were your boyfriend was. He had called to check up on you, knowing your period came on today & you were in an incredible amount of pain. To make you feel better, he invited you over to his studio to listen to some songs he was composing. You were going to take advantage of the moment. You don’t get to really see him as often, being that he practically lived in the studio. Though this would often lead to arguments concerning his health, his passion for music is something that attracted you to him. His hard work & dedication in itself was one of his best features about him that you loved. Because of his motivation to be the best musician he could be, it inspired you to follow your dreams as a painter. Though you weren’t some Vincent Van Gogh, you were the best at what you did & you were just as passionate about painting as Yoongi was with music. You always made sure to stay at work whenever you were inspired to paint something, however, today was different. You felt sick to your stomach with cramps & therefore couldn’t make it to work. Calling a sick day, you decided to lounge around your apartment, that is until your boyfriend calls wanting you to come to the studio. You jumped at the opportunity & now here you were about to spend a relaxing day with your loving boyfriend. When your order was finished, you got in your vehicle & drove to the studio. “Yoongi.” you say walking into his studio as he temporarily stopped what he was doing. “Hey babe.” he gave you a small smile before pulling you into a hug. “I bought pizza & wings ready to eat?” you ask preparing to fix two plates. “Yes, but after I let you listen to this song I composed this week. I think you’re going to love it.” he said shyly. “Oh really? And why is that?” you ask curiously. “Because….it’s about you.” he grinned.

Hoseok: “Babe, thank you. You really made my day.” you smile at your boyfriend as you walk hand-in-hand around the fair, the sun starting to set in the sky. “No problem, anything for you.” he said, kissing your cheek as you look at the scenery before you. People were walking around, holding hands, children were screaming in excitement at the various rides & forms of entertainment that was to offer. Earlier that morning you & Hoseok were chilling at your shared home, enjoying each other’s company when you suddenly started feeling pain in your lower abdomen. Rushing to the bathroom you discover it was none other than mother nature stopping by for a visit. You groaned to yourself, knowing the pain that was to come for the next few days. You were going to stay home & be lazy & stuff your face with whatever you craved, but your boyfriend had other plans. To make you feel better & keep your mind off of the pain, he offered to take you to the fair that was in town. It was the last day for the fair & he wanted to go out & have some fun. At first, you rejected the idea of going out, but with his puppy dog eyes & pouty lips, you were putting on your clothes & heading out the door. And now here you were, two hours later, enjoying the cool air of the night with your boyfriend. You had spent the day getting on rides & eating from almost every concession stand in sight until your stomach was full. Hoseok won you a giant teddy bear from playing a basketball game against you. You both called it your “baby” & named it “Hoseok-Jr.” It was getting late & your sleepiness was beginning to come upon you. You wanted to stay for a little while longer, but being the state you were in, Hoseok decided to call it a night. “Here, let me carry you before you face-plant the ground.” He chuckled, scooping you up bridal style into his soft arms as you begin to drift asleep.  

Namjoon: You waited anxiously for your boyfriend Namjoon to come over to your home. You called him, crying in pain from your period and he offered to come & help you in whatever way he could. While you waited for him, you freshened up & took a well-needed shower. You were putting on your fluffy socks when your doorbell ring. Knowing it was Namjoon, you make your way downstairs to answer the door. He greets you, with arms full of groceries bags. “What’s all this?” you ask confused. “Ingredients. I’m going to prepare you the best meal you’ve ever had. Guaranteed to make those stupid cramps go away.” he says proudly before heading into the kitchen. Your eyes widened slightly. While he does try his best, Namjoon is not the best cook in the world, but the fact that he was trying just to make you feel better was so sweet. You followed behind him & watched as he pulled out different ingredients. “Do you want some help?” you ask knowing his dangerous history in the kitchen, or at least you heard about countless accidents from the boys, particularly Jin. The boy couldn’t cut onions to save his life, so how was he going to cook a full meal without burning it? You didn’t know, but you surely didn’t want to find out. “No, you let me do all the work. You just sit back & relax.” he urged, gently pushing you out of the kitchen. You objected, but eventually gave in & laid back onto the couch in the livingroom. Everything seemed to be fine as you heard him rummaging around in the kitchen, opening cabinets, closing the fridge, nothing suspect there, right? So you relaxed a bit more, knowing he wasn’t destroying anything yet. Minutes pass & you find yourself falling asleep on the couch. You were sleeping peacefully until you heard a yell coming from the kitchen. You jump up, shocked at the sudden noise as your nostrils are filled with the aroma of something burning. Oh no. You thought to yourself before hurrying to the kitchen to see what was wrong. “Omg Namjoon! What happened?!” You exclaimed as the stove was up in flames. He was panicking, trying to throw salt in the stove to cease the fire. “I don’t know what happened! Everything was fine & then whoosh! A fire!” he responded as the smoke alarm rang loudly throughout the kitchen. You quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher you had in the supply closet & put the fire out. Your heart was beating so hard, you were sure you could hear it through your chest. Namjoon looked at you apologetically. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to make you feel better.” he sighed. “It-it’s okay. Just…lemme do the cooking from now on.” you said, patting him on the shoulder, though you really wanted to punch him in the gut for nearly burning your house down.

Jimin: You lay on the bed feeling like your uterus was having a world war 3 going on, it was hurting so bad. You checked your phone expecting a call from your boyfriend. You ranted to him about your shitty day so he promised to come see you when he left the dance practice. Not even five minutes later your phone begin ringing, a picture of you and him popping up on the screen. You quickly answer the phone. “Baby!” You smile, sitting up on your bed to a comfortable position. “Hey baby I just left the store. I’m on my way with food.” He said into the phone making you smile even harder. He would seriously do anything to make you smile when you weren’t feeling good. “Okay, I’ll unlock the door.” You say getting up & heading downstairs to unlock the door. You settled into the living room to set up a movie marathon for you two. A few minutes later you hear the door open & your boyfriend come in. “Ta-da! I came fully prepared.” He yelled holding food with one hand & his other full of other goodies. You hugged him happy that he finally arrived to cure your aching pain. “Thank you.” You say giving him a quick kiss before going back into the living room. “I heard heating pads were good for soothing your cramps so I got one. And I got some medicine. And some movies to watch, & games to play. I also got you some diapers that I thought were pads but they aren’t. I bought some anti-itch cream for you to rub on your lady-parts. I thought it might help. Annnnd I got you some fuzzy socks.” He said all in me breath. You playfully roll your eyes. “Thanks for the diapers my genius boyfriend.” He smiled proudly. “Of course, anything for you.”

Taehyung: You sighed heavily as you moped around the house, in pain from your bloody period. It came on earlier that morning & it was honestly driving you crazy. You’ve never been in much pain from your period before, but this time around, the pain seemed to increase with each step you took, nearly draining you of all your energy. You called your boyfriend, crying from the intense cramps wanting him to come over & cuddle with you. He immediately agreed & said he’d be there in less than ten minutes. Before he arrives you take a shower & put on a comfortable pajama set with some fuzzy socks. You put your hair into a messy bun, not caring what you looked like. You were pretty sure if you looked in the mirror it would crack from the laziness you put into looking your best today. Periods were never your thing to begin with, especially when you were in the type of pain you’re in now. As you eat your sixth cookie, a knock is heard at the door of your apartment. Knowing who it was, you make your way to the door & open it. “Tae what the h-” he cut you off. “Greetings!!” he squealed with his boxy smile on his face. You couldn’t help but smile like an idiot at your boyfriend, who stood at the door wearing an alien costume. “I come in peace from planet Tae-Tae World where the most amazing boyfriends come from. I bring alien snacks for us to enjoy.” he said in an “alien” voice. You giggle at his silliness, moving aside so he could come in. “Well thank you my alien boyfriend. I really appreciate it.” you smile as he plants a soft kiss to your lips. “Shall we enjoy this alien food & plot how to take over the world?” he asked holding up the snacks in his hands. “Yes we shall.” you answer, playing along to his little game, instantly forgetting about your pain. 

Jungkook: You waited patiently as your boyfriend was shopping in the grocery store. Your period came on earlier & you were in extreme pain with stomach cramps, body aches, & a bad mood. Sensing how terrible you felt your boyfriend offered to take you out for a nice day in the park & he even took you out to dinner. While you two were at the park you took selfies & played around like two children until you barely had any energy to even walk. You were in a slightly better mood, almost forgetting about your pain. You were feeling too fatigued to even walk into the store, so Jungkook went inside for you. You made a long list of things you wanted & he hurried inside, trying to get you home as soon as possible so you could spend a relaxing day watching movies & playing video games. You were grateful because it’s not everyday you get to do things like this, being that he was a busy idol in a very popular, worldwide group, & his time was very precious. And now, here you were, waiting in a Wal-Mart parking lot for your boyfriend to return. Minutes later Jungkook walked out of Wal-Mart, well, more like ran. His face red & sweaty from his strides towards the car. You became alert at his state, thinking something went wrong. He opened the back door & threw the items inside before hopping into the driver’s seat. “Baby, what’s wrong?” you ask concerned. “Never. And I mean NEVER ask me to buy pads again. It was so embarrassing. All the women on that aisle were looking at me & when I explained I was getting them for you, they would stop talking about how of an amazing boyfriend I was….though I agree, it was so embarrassing.” he said starting the car as you giggled to yourself, grateful for your boyfriend.  

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Asylum (Part 3)

Yes, I, Mod Loo, have created a part three. I’m sorry, I just love this AU so much, and I couldn’t resist. I hope you enjoy it!

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The four doctors stood outside of the building, talking like they normally did. Nogla had gotten used to the asylum at this point and was in the same boat as the other three.

“Man, Squeaker will not leave me alone about gummy worms. He’s got like an addiction to them,” Nogla complained, fixing his glasses.

“It’s not as bad as Delirious. Still going on about me letting him out. And every once in a while he’ll slip a little extra in there, making it more and more uncomfortable,” Evan sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Eh, you’ll get used to it. You just gotta keep pushing them back,” Tyler said.

“And hope that they get better. Ohm’s gotten much better,” Bryce said happily.

“We know. You wear the bunny ears he made for you everyday,” Evan replied, rolling his eyes.

“What? I think they’re cute.”

Everyone rolled their eyes and talked some more.

“Hey fellas, did ya miss me?” Everyone turned to see another doctor standing there with a smirk plastered on his face. Immediately everyone’s eyes widened.

“Brian!” Bryce exclaimed, going up to him for a hug.

“Hey man, you actually survived. We thought you were dead, you know,” Evan joked, giving Brian a pat on the back once Bryce let go of him.

“So you’re back from Ireland, huh? Well, you should’ve stayed, since we got a replacement,” Tyler grinned.

“Oh, really now? And who is this replacement?”

Tyler motioned towards Nogla, who had a blank expression on his face. “Uh, hi, I’m Nogla,” he said awkwardly. Brian broke out into a grin.

“Another Irish man? Thank god, it was getting lonely eating all of the potatoes by myself,” he joked. Nogla started to laugh, and everyone caught up with him.

“By the way, while you were gone, your patient was a pain in the ass,” Tyler said. Brian gave him a confused look.

“My patient? Are you sure you’ve got the right one? Cause my patient is an angel.” Tyler scoffed.

“He maybe an angel to you, but he’s really a sadistic fuck. Your patient’s fucking insane.” Brian was even more confused.

“Are you sure you’re talking about Moo? My Moo?”

“Uh, yeah. Who else?”

“You’re full of shit, Tyler. My Moo isn’t like that. I think Mini’s getting to your head.”

“Excuse me?”

“Guys, guys, let’s not argue, alright? Let’s just be glad that Brian is back, okay?” Bryce said, interrupting the two. Evan nodded.

“Yeah. So Brian, how many potatoes did you eat while you were gone?”

“I ate all of the potatoes!” He said with a laugh, causing everyone else to laugh.

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Brian sped walked to his patients room with excitement. Moo was his favorite patient, and he had missed him. He quietly opened the door and shut it behind him, the grin still on his face. “Moo?”

Moo sat up from his bed quickly, turning around with a surprised look on his face before he smiled widely. “Brian!” He giggled. Brian’s smile widened as he sat next to Moo.

“I’m finally back from Ireland! How were you while I was gone?”

“Oh, it was terrible. I missed you so much, you know. I just couldn’t wait for you to come back,” Moo said with a sad look on his face.

“Well, I’m here now. Also, Tyler said that you gave him some trouble. Do you have any idea what that’s about?” Moo shook his head, a confused look settling on his face.

“No. I was being a good patient, I swear.”

“Don’t worry, I believe you. Now, I’ve got to go to check up on some others, but I’ll be back, okay?” Moo smiled sweetly at him, nodding. Brian smiled sweetly at him before getting up and leaving. Right after the door closed, Moo grinned and started to laugh manically.

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“I swear to you Moo isn’t all that innocent,” Tyler argued.

“Well, I swear to you that he is. He said he had no idea why you said he wasn’t doing well,” Brian argued back.

“Can’t both of you just let this go? I want to enjoy Brian’s Terminator voice, not listen to him argue for a solid hour,” Evan finally groaned, looking at the two. The two stopped before sighing and finally agreeing to drop it.

“Thank you,” Evan said with a sigh of relief.

“This isn’t over, piggy!” Brian yelled in his Terminator voice, causing everyone to laugh.

“Oh man, that’s actually pretty good,” Nogla admitted with a laugh.

“Exactly. He’s the best of the best at impressions,” Bryce said.

“You’re damn right I am!” Brian exclaimed, earning more laughs from the group.

anonymous asked:

26. "You can’t ground me!" w/ the batfam please!! I love the prompt list and your writing!!!!!

Awww you make me blush~ Thank you and I hope you enjoy it! Prompt list~
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You stood in front of your sons with your arms crossed over your chest. You took a deep breath and slowly letting your breath out making them nervous. It wasn’t very often that you got mad at them, but when you did, you didn’t screw around. It had been a long day for you and all you wanted to do was relax. Though, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

“I can’t take it anymore!! It was Jason!! Spare us, please!!” Dick yelled out and dropped to his knees

“What the hell, Dick?! You sell out!” Jason yelled at Dick

Your head whipped around to look at Jason and you glared at him. What was it that dear Jason did? He texted every contact in your phone, male and female, asking if ‘they wanted to have a fun time ;)’.

“We told you not to do it!” Tim yelled at Jason

“This is your own fault, Todd.” Damian said glaring at him.

“Shut up demon spawn!” Jason yelled at Damian

“Enough!” You screamed and they all paused and looked at you

You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose. You dropped your had and looked Jason dead in the eye.

“You’re grounded! You can’t leave the house unless one of your brothers are with you and no patrol for the next two weeks!” You told him and the room went silent

They all stared at you before Dick broke out laughing followed by Tim and Damian. You smirked amused at the shocked look on Jason’s face. Bruce and Alfred walked into the room to see everyone, but you and Jason, laughing their heads off. Bruce scrunched his brow in confusion as Aflred just look amused.

“You can’t ground me!! I’m a grown ass adult!” Jason yelled at you and you just shrugged your shoulders.

“I don’t give a shit if you’re an old man, you’re grounded! And you’re going to apologize to everyone you sent that message too, while I watch!” Your smirk grew as did the boy’s laughter.

“Oh my god you got grounded.” Dick chocked out as he laid clutching his stomach on the floor

“I never thought I’d see the day!” Tim laughed as he leaned on Damian for support.

“Todd’s been placed under house arrest!” Damian joined in

You laughed slightly at seeing your sons having a good time. Even if it was because Jason got punished. 

150+ Celebration Smut!

A/N: It’s here! Finally! I wrote this to celebrate reaching over 150 followers! I just wanna thank each and every one of you. I love y’all so much!! This isn’t my first smut, but this IS my first good smut lol. Thank you all so much for reading. I wanna give a special thank you to @not-moose-one-shots , who has helped me so much with writing and life stuff. I wouldn’t be where I am without her. I love you girl ❤ PS if you’d like to be tagged in anything of mine please lemme know by either ask/message and I shall tag youuu! Hope you enjoy! (Feedback is always welcome and appreciated!)

Pairing: TonyxReaderxBucky (there’s no TonyxBucky)

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT LADIES AND GENTS, Threeway, fingering, oral (M&F), dirty talk, orgasm denial (?) I think that’s all


(gifs not mine)

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God, you loved teasing him.

Everyday, you’d drop subtle hints to Bucky that you wanted him. But today, you kicked it up a notch. 

You started off the day by wearing a tight tank and short workout shorts. It was your day to spar off with Bucky.

“Hello, James.” You smirked, knowing what using his first name did to him.

“Y/n…” Bucky replied, clenching his jaw.

You got into position and spent the next 45 minutes sparring. Every time Bucky thought he’d had you you’d turn around and pin him down.

“What’s the matter old man? Can’t handle my moves?” You chuckle out of breath. You were straddling his legs holding his hands above his head. “C’mon, show me what you really wanna do to me.”Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat, “oh doll, you couldn’t handle what I wanna do to you.” Bucky’s voice had grown deeper with each word.

You leaned down to whisper in his ear, “oh, soldier… you underestimate me.” And with that you stood up, not before ever-so-slightly rolling your hips on his very obvious hard-on.

You smirk as you walk over to grab your stuff, hips swaying.


You push open the doors with your bag slung over your shoulder and head down the hall toward your room. Suddenly someone grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a dark room, shutting the door and slamming you against it.

“You’re such a tease” someone whispered in your ear. “I watched you get the poor man all hot and bothered then just leave him hangin high and dry.” By this point his hands were travelling all over your body, “you knew exactly what you were doing.”

You finally find the lightswitch and flip the lights on, only to find Tony staring at you with lust-blown pupils.

“T-tony? What are yo-” you’re cut off by Tony slamming his lips to yours.

“I can’t tell you… how long… I’ve wanted you… How long I’ve wanted to taste you… to feel your soft, plump lips wrapped around my cock…” I need you, y/n..” Tony whispered in a deep, husky voice between kisses.

You moan at the thoughts this man was putting in your head.”Tony, I-” suddenly the door handle was jiggling and you could hear a string of curses following. You look behind Tony and your eyes widen. He had gotten you so worked up you hadn’t realized what room he’d pulled you into.

“Who the fuck is in my room?” Bucky yelled, banging on the door.

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Just wow! I’m so flatteeeeered! This is amazing. I couldn’t have imagined how many people would enjoy my little storys about King Arthur and his lovely magical manservant. Thank you, with all my heart, for following and supporting me ♥ I really wanted to do giveaways but instead I would like to open my inbox for your Merthur ideas. Drop me an ask and tell me your story about them. I wonder what the boys are up to next time :)

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Compromise - Jacob Frye x Female Reader

A/N: This jealous Jacob request has been sitting on my list since forever and I am so sorry.

I don’t write Jacob as a angry jealous guy. I think he’s more of a “feeling sorry for myself” kinda jealous.

**this is from his POV

Words: 1,490
Warnings: None. it’s pretty much fluff..

She was, by far, the prettiest woman Jacob had ever laid eyes on in his two decades of life. He saw her every day, he had to since they were working together. How he longed to tell her how he felt but there was always a voice in the back of his head repeating: “Don’t allow personal feelings to compromise the mission.”

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sterek au: landlord!derek and tenant!stiles

based loosely on this gif set and tags, prompt by fin. written for sterekfest! wish i could have written something longer, but i hope you enjoy anyway <3

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Stiles has a mission. He has a mission and a list – a long list that details with bulleted subpoints all the things wrong with his apartment. Sure, he’s thankful for having a roof over his head (if said roof didn’t leak) and at a fair price (which was really the selling point, let’s be honest). But still, Stiles drops most of his measly paycheck on rent every month, and he’d like a place that wasn’t falling apart. That was only fair.

The building meeting is on the fifth floor. When he arrives, there’s only one other guy there, sitting on a blue couch. Stiles immediately heads over to the large window and starts pacing. “I feel kinda bad for the landlord,” Stiles begins, nervous energy buzzing through his limbs.

“Oh?” the man replies.

“Yeah, I’d hate to be in his shoes, being bombarded with complaints all night. But dude, my water pressure’s terrible, three panes in the window are broken and one has a hole in it, my garbage disposal smells like something died inside of it, and that’s just the top of the list.” Stiles spins around and finally looks at the guy on the couch. He’s never seen him around before, and Stiles guesses he could be considered attractive if you find bearded gym rats hot. Stiles refrains from rolling his eyes because the guy is obviously a douche. Just look at those eyebrows.

“What about you? Please don’t tell me your apartment is perfect, but knowing my luck and probably yours, everything works perfectly for you like it always has and I got the shit apartment.” The guy just stares at him and says nothing. Stiles rolls his eyes as he turns back towards the window, mumbling under his breath, “Typical.”

“What’s typical?”

Stiles spins around again, mouth open in exaggerated shock. “Oh, you mean you’re actually going to talk to me? Words finally making sense to you now?”

The man’s mouth pulls down into a scowl. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Stiles rolls his eyes. “Look, I know it pains guys like you to talk to guys like me because it lowers your cool quotient or you only waste your breath on people as hot as you or something, but we do live in the same building. We’re neighbors. I was trying to be neighborly.”

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romancefreak  asked:

Hi Robin! Just wanted to drop by and say you're an amazing animator! Your block chibi characters are so adorable and holy crap I love your editing skills! Whether it's for Anti videos or something silly like Turmoil, it's so cool! And when you and Jack play together I have the biggest grin on my face. You're awesome dude! :D Have a fantastic day like the boss you are!

Well thank you! That’s very sweet! The animations is pretty much what started all of this, so luckily people seemed to enjoy them! But I’m glad it’s been working out, with editing and all that, and I’m really glad I have this job, Sean is a great friend too :)

Hopefully I can get the new apartment all set up soon enough, and maybe we can play more stuff again, without me having a massive gross echo :P

Have a nice day to you too!