this is my first prompt!

anonymous asked:

16? For the smut asks

Sorry for the delay, dear anon! It turned out to be sort of ‘accidental’ edging or more like an interrupted intercourse :P but, ahem, hope you enjoy this <3


16. Orgasm denial/edging


Jyn scrunched her eyes shut tightly to compensate her current inability to moan loudly as Cassian’s hand slipped under her shirt and breast band, fingers teasing at her nipple until her back arched away from his chest. With her head dropped to his shoulder, he grazed his teeth to the exposed neck, alternating between licking and sucking marks that would obviously visible to everyone who have well-functioning eyes around the Rebel base.

Fuck,

Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper; Jyn gripped hard at Cassian’s other arm while its fingers had just made its way inside her trouser; down, down, under her underwear, where he traced a line repeatedly over her folds. The sensation set her body from burning to blazing, and she whined involuntarily.

“Shhh,” Cassian breathed to her ear, and in between the haze of pleasure she finally came to the reminder that they were in a small, dark whatever-niche-it-was just beside the War Room and that every noise louder than normal speaking voice would easily be heard by the entire Rebel council having a meeting there.

He added a finger into her already slick entrance, and Jyn’s body jolted, her mouth gaped soundlessly. Her free hand flown to Cassian’s head, grasping desperately at his hair as he growled “I miss you so much,” into the skin under her ear.

“Force, Cass, don’t stop,” Jyn responded with rocking her hips against his fingers—another one was immediately added after the first—knowing that he’d take it as her mutual feeling towards him.

Cassian’s hands work their magic, teasing and crooking perfectly into her spots that made her peak climbing in dangerous speed, threatening to fall apart at any time now.

“Yes, mija, come on.”

She was panting hard and ready, so ready for a release. His fingers were tight and good that she had to put one hand to the wall in front of her to help her shaking knees until…

…they heard loud footsteps of people scrambling out from the meeting.

Jyn almost toppled backward when Cassian withdrew from behind her with such swiftness, already stepping into the light to catch on with Draven, his guilty hands clamped on his back. She cursed under her ragged breath before making her own way out of the niche to matters she initially need to attend to, ducking her head low as she passed several council members–fully aware of her flushed cheeks and bruised neck–to join her team member into a briefing with the Princess in the other room nearby.

It wasn’t their fault of course, but with Cassian being a Major and her a Captain, it’s getting harder to find time between their tight schedule, even when both of them were on the Base. He’d spend the last three weeks staying behind while Jyn was off planet, and even after she returned, she was welcomed with more task to do. But Cassian had seen her, trained his eyes on her with unspeakable hunger, and he’d taken the first chance he got to backed her into the nearest space they could find and crashed his lips to hers.

(That was, until they were interrupted.)

When she was finally done with her own meeting, Jyn spotted Cassian inside one of the U-wing parked at the furthest spot from the hangar, pacing between the cockpit and the supply compartment with datapad on one hand.

She immediately decided that her next business can wait.

With his back facing the door, she easily slipped inside to jolt him when the door hissed shut behind her. “You should learn to knock first,” Cassian said with a smirk. His attention immediately returned to the datapad on his hand.

“Yeah,” Jyn shrugged. Then, just as he was walking past her on his way to the cockpit, she grabbed his elbow to swirl and push him to the nearest wall, her mouth swallowed any complain he’d prepared to spill as her tongue invaded every corner of his mouth.

“Put that on my to-do list, but now you must finish what you started, Major.”

Jyn didn’t miss how Cassian’s lip moved into a grin between their kiss, and he moaned his agreement while pulling her even closer with both hands gripping hard at her forearm. Jyn stood on her tiptoes with both hands on the back of his neck to bring him down to her level, but Cassian took this chance to flip them over, promptly working on her belt and trouser while he peppered kisses along her jawline and sucking more marks to the hollow on her neck.

Eyes fluttered shut, Jyn gasped sharply when she felt Cassian’s fingers teased her folds once again, and he was on his knees before she could even register anything. He left her trouser and underwear pooled around her ankle, before helping to remove one of her boot so Jyn could free one leg which he soon flung over his shoulder. The kiss continued to her inner thigh, creating wet lines upon its awake and Jyn had to grab a fistful of Cassian’s hair to steady herself when his tongue found her soaking entrance, alternating between lapping and sucking and she didn’t even care to hold her moan anymore.

Cassian put two fingers inside her and Jyn’s hips bucked forward, clenching hard around him which he responded with a low groan that vibrated through her burning body while he teased at her clit. Just as she felt her orgasm is chasing in, Jyn suddenly overwhelmed want. She wanted him, him inside her, him coming undone with her.

“Cassian,” she whispered hoarsely, tugging a little harder at his hair, “I need you. Please, I need you now.”

But he didn’t stop, the movement of his fingers intensifies instead and Jyn was on the edge of falling apart so she used the last bit of self-control she had to push hard at his shoulders until Cassian toppled backward with one hand to stop him from actually falling, his expression filled with surprised amusement and eyes dilated with desire.

Breathing hard, Jyn push away her release and use the momentum to straddle him, unclasping then pulling his trouser down to just around his knees before grinding her soaking nether lips over and over his length until it’s fully hard. Resting his hand on the small of her back, Cassian suddenly flip them over once again, and his eyes were locked to her when he entered her in once hard thrust that made her see stars.

“You okay?” And Jyn knew it was not about the cold durasteel under her back or anything about the sex. It’s about her mission, her well-being, her being apart with him that they’ll never get used to.

“Always better when I’m home with you,” she pulled him into a softer kiss before desire take over her senses again as Cassian started to move. Jyn brought a hand to grab on his ass to bring him harder inside and her eyes rolled back when Cassian hit the right spot, sending shiver to her entire body.

“Come for me, Cass. Come on,”

Jyn was so close once again, and she knew he was too from the noises he made. They had completely lost their rhythm as the pace become desperate and rough…

…and suddenly his comm went off.

They both froze abruptly.

“Fuck!” Cassian growled as he awkwardly produced the small device from his jacket’s pocket. His eyes never left hers when he clears his throat before pressing the button and responding with his last name.

Major, you and Captain Erso are expected at the War Room in 10 minutes.

Jyn watched in anticipation as Cassian’s lips quirked upward into a cheeky smile, clearly wasn’t prepared for when he suddenly slammed hard into her again, almost made her moan loudly.

“Make that 15.”

(When they eventually arrived on time for the briefing, it was after they both came brilliantly hard around each other’s names, which left them flushed and bruised to the loud snort from the Princess).


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Tumblr prompt ( Yoongi * OC)

This is my first time requesting . Am i doing it right? 👀 Yoongi angst/romance where his wife went to his Genius Lab to tell him about her pregnancy and he was so cold about it . Happy ending please 😫 btw i read all of your fics ! You’re such a great writer ! Ily 💘 hwaiting !


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“Y/N…. what the fuck is wrong with the goddamn TV?!!” Yoongi’s voice fairly reverberated through the apartment and i nearly dropped the glass of water I’d been pouring myself. i felt my throat go dry at the annoyance in his tone. All i could think was what a miserable timing this whole thing had. 

But it was too late. 

“i’m going to go mix some stuff before dinner. Get me some water wuill you?” He called out. i nodded, grabbing another glass and poring him some flavored water before moving to the studio where he worked. i knocked , a useless gesture because the door was open and Yoongi was on the huge reclining chair infront of his equipment. 

“i… it’s probably because of the weather or something… “ i said hesitantly, stepping out to slowly make my over to him, holding the glass of water out like a peace offering and Yoongi ignored me , glaring briefly before scoffing.

“Are you an idiot? what the fuck does the weather have to do with anything?” He grated out and I flinched. So, whatever it was that had gotten him this way : it was  a bad one.

 i sighed and put the glass on the table before moving to stand next to him. 

After four years, i’d learned to read my husband pretty well and clearly, whatever pissed him off was still nagging the inside of his skull. so much so that he didn’t even realize that he was taking it out on me. no matter : i was used to his mood swings now. the ups and downs of his emotions . It was quite a roller coaster and i was lucky i hadn’t been thrown off before. 

“ i’m sorry… Should i make you something to eat.?” i said soothingly, moving to sit on the armrest  and hesitantly reaching out to thread my hair through his icy blue locks. The color looked so good on him and the red bandanna around his forehead told me he hadn’t even gone back to the dressing room after the performance, probably taking the van home at once. 

why? what had upset him that bad? 

“You wanna talk about it?” I said softly. 

“ It’s nothing.” He said gruffly. 

I smiled and stood up slowly, ready to move when his fingers closed over my wrist. 

“i don’t wanna talk….” He said softly. “ but i want you to stay.”

i blinked, flushing a little. There was something very familiar and heavy in his gaze, and it was unsettling, seeing it outside the confines of our bedroom. i gripped the edge of my skirt and stared at him in confusion. 

“Oh?” 

“Come here.” 

I hesitated, just for  second, before moving cautiously and standing in front of him. He reached out, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close till his face buried into my stomach. 

“Fuck , you feel so good baby.” He groaned and i giggled. 

“You shouldn’t swear around the baby.” i said without thinking and he froze.

So did i. 

 oh no oh no oh no.. you idiot, you complete and utter idiot… 

 “what the fuck did you just say?”

“Yoongi… I’m..”

“You’re pregnant?! what the fuck Y/n..” he pushed the chair back and stood up , towering over me before gripping my arms, teeth gritted in annoyance. 

“yoongi wait…”

“When the fuck were you planning on telling me this?” He shouted and i flinched. 

“Today…. i was just … I only found out last…”

“You fucking know we can’t have a kid right now.. we talked about this!! I’m barely home.. … My career is at it’s peak…!” He shouted and i felt my insides shrivel up in despair and guilt. 

“I’m sorry… “ i said weakly, fighting the sting of tears. 

“i can’t believe this… How did this even happen? i thought you were on the pill… “ He said , his tone accusatory and I swallowed. I almost lied. 

“Last month… remember you were sick for a week… i missed a couple doses by mistake…” 

“Are you fucking kidding me? i… i can’t believe this.. you.. how could you be so fucking careless? how could you just… Don’t you know how important this is to me?!! i have a world tour in a month.. i won’t even be home … how could you be so reckless?!” 

I stared at him and felt my throat clog up. 

“i’m sorry.” that was all i could say. 

“i need to get out of here…” He stormed out of the studio, leaving me stranded in the middle of the studio, hands shaking. 

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“it’s just for a while.” I said softly, trying to reassure my mother. i’d just called her and told her i’d be staying with her for a few months. 

“is this about Yoongi.. did he cheat on you?” My mother said angrily and i rolled my eyes. For some reason , she always assumed that yoongi would cheat on me.  Don’t trust the quiet ones,  she kept warning me. 

“no , mother. i just… thought i should get some of my painting clothes…i’ll get those and some of my baby toys and drive back the same day. ” i said cheerfully. 

i had a whole crate full of loose work clothes which would really come in handy through my pregnancy. 

Sighing, i moved to the closet and grabbed a few of my summer dresses. it would be warm in busan and my sister could use them . i tried not to think about my husband. it was exhausting. His words still stung and a part of me wondered if he would actually leave me over this. 

 of course not, don’t be stupid…you know him… he loves you…

“Well, you know you’re always welcome here. Just make sure you drive down here. “ She said softly. i hummed a bit before hanging up. 

i folded the last of the dresses and placed them in the suitcase when the door to the bedroom crashed open and I stared slack jawed as my husband skidded into the room, eyes wild and desperate. 

“Fuck.. baby… no..!” He growled, reaching out and grabbing the entirety of my clothes out of the suitcase and stuffing it back into the closet. 

“yoongi what are you-?”

“ You’re not leaving me!” he snarled turning around to glare at me and i recoiled. 

He hesitated, taking a deep breath as though to steady himself.

 “ i’m a fucking idiot, i know.. just.. fuck.. baby.. please don’t leave me…”

i blinked, frowning but he wasn’t done.

“i’m such an idiot,,..i was just…. I was so stupid.. of course you’re the most important thing baby…. i don’t care about the stupid tour… i just want you to be safe and happy and honestly… i just… i got so scared … i thought …you’d have a hard time without me around to help you and i really didn’t want you to have a difficult pregnancy because of my schedule and that was the only reason, i yelled at you and i’m so stupid… i shouldn’t have raised my voice like that… i just… I’ll apologize… don’t leave me sweetheart.. please don’t..” 

“i’m not leaving you. “ I said in confusion and he froze. 

“You’re not?” He said softly. 

i rolled my eyes. 

“No I’m not. “ i said gruffly, pushing him out of the way and opening the closet door again. yoongi had just crammed my clothes in and they were all crumpled now. 

“But.. You… You told Seokjin hyung to drive you to Busan….” He said softly. 

i smiled. 

“Ah… i just wanted to pick some clothes up. i’ll be getting ..uh.. bigger….” i smiled awkwardly and he relaxed a bit before smiling weakly. 

“fuck, i don’t deserve you. “ He whispered, coming close and hugging me very very carefully. 

i smiled and let myself bury my nose in the warmth of his chest, the scent of his skin and his cologne making everything better. 

“i love . i love you so much… i love both of you..i’ll work hard baby. i’ll take care of you and our baby too and i swear i’ll never yell at you again. .” He pressed shaking fingers to my stomach. 

 if i had a penny for everytime you make that promise,  i thought fondly. but it was okay. his temper was a part of him. His impulsive tongue was a part of him too. 

And i loved all of him. 

it isn’t love if you only love specific parts of a person, right? 

and when i’d stood in front of him and made my vows five years ago, with God as our witness, i’d promised to love yoongi in his entirety. His temper, his impulsiveness and his insecurities.

“And we love you, too. “ i kissed the tip of his nose. 


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“i fucking hate these bastards. just look at them, talking like they  always knew we would be successful and shit.. fuck them, they never invited us to a single bloody variety show when we tried so hard to promote…. the fuckers… and now they have the gall to say shit like, ‘ bangtan is famous for not appearing on variety shows, ‘ what the fuck…. they wanted us to sink and die ….. and now that we’re successful all of them want to act like they’re fucking bosom buddies with us or something… “ 

I smiled and wiggled out of his lap before grabbing the remote and turning off the TV…. yoongi frowned next to me… 

“why’d you turn it off… It’s my favorite variety show…!” He yelled and i rolled my eyes. 

“This is getting out of hand, Min Yoongi ssi…” i said sternly. “ Everytime something annoys you, you start swearing like a sailor and i refuse to let our son hear these obscene words.”

Yoongi flushed. 

“I’m sorry baby… it’s just that…”

“So hereafter, when you feel annoyed, why don’t you come to me…” i reached down, fumbling with the zipper of his jeans, unbuttoning them quickly and pulling the zipper down . 

Yoongi blinked in surprise and then gave a me a slow smoldering smirk. 

“And… what will you do for me?” He reached out, lightly gripping my chin and slipping his thumb inside my mouth. 

i wrapped my tongue around the digit before licking it lightly. 

“i’ll distract you.” i said with a wink. 

“I’d like a clear explanation of that, my dear. “ He leaned forward as i slowly sank to my knees and i grinned when he spread his legs wide to accommodate my body in between his legs. 

“Oh, i’ll do one better. How about i give you a  demonstration?”  

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author’s note : it’s barely angst and barely smut but i liked writing it… hope you enjoyed it anon… 

farmerdamsel  asked:

For the first sentence game: It could be worse.

It could be worse, Bernie thought somewhat hysterically, although at the moment the specifics of how eluded her.

The romantic dinner she had been planning for months - candles, flowers, caviar, the most expensive shiraz she could get her hands on - had been spectacularly derailed when the man at the next table clutched his chest, fell from his chair at the feet of his hysterical wife. 

Now Serena’s stunning silk dress was crumpled from crouching on the floor performing chest compressions and her hair was plastered against her forehead with sweat, mascara ringing her eyes in the warm candlelight of the restaurant.  And in the process of peeling off her now sick-covered blazer, the ring Bernie had checked for no less than a million times during the evening had tumbled free from her pocket, rolling across the fine parquet in seeming slow motion before coming to rest against Serena’s knee. 

Any thought of excuses was stopped by Serena’s wide eyes glistening with tears, trembling lips curving into that brilliant smile Bernie so adored; the imperfections faded away as she took a deep breath, opened her mouth and asked.

This is the first prompt I’ve ever received that doesn’t have Lance as the main Suffering Boi ™ … I haven’t even designated myself as a Langst blog, so I think that’s absolutely hilarious. Anyways, enjoy the fic!

Lance’s jetpack let out a burst of energy, propelling him safely along the side of the Galra ship. Pidge landed alongside him and activated her bayard to slice a human-sized hole in the hull. As they flew into the dimly lit hallway, Keith’s voice crackled over the comms.

“I’m near the central control room, but the place is swarming with soldiers. Lance, Pidge, I need you here now.”

“Alright, no need to be pushy,” Lance retorted. He could practically hear Keith rolling his eyes and grinned. “Let’s blow this popsicle stand!” he said, activating his bayard with a flourish.

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We Crash and Burn Together

Yondu Udonta: freshly-freed slave, naive in some of the galaxy’s ways and all-too-wise in others.

Kraglin Obfonteri: the shy, sly mouse of a stowaway.

Stakar Ogord: The unlucky sod trying to get them together.


This will be the third fic in my request collection. Prompt: first-time sex between Yondu and Kraglin. No actual sexual content yet, but it’s coming! Go leave me comments/kudos? xxx


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dndeeznutz  asked:

For the sentimental weapon prompt. During my first playthrough of Dark Souls i decided i wanted to defeat the first Black Knight you come across. I died a few times but my perseverance paid off as the Black Knight decided to grace me with his Sword. Me and my friend both cheered and for my next 15 or so level ups i put it all in strength so i could wield it. That sword took me all the way to Lord Gwyn. I'll never forget that Black Knight \[T]/

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Miki! So she was so much fun to draw and I know when I do some proper art of her I’ll do her better justice. But I am happy with the concept art. Her hair is fun. I like drawing hair that fwips out like that~ The little ‘ear tufts’ are adorable and I think it really makes her design better. Okay, time to go through my inbox and get my first prompt started~

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Marichat May Day 31: Copycat

I had to finish with angst

Anyway, this is my official last piece for Marichat May!

This was so much fun to do! I’m so happy i finally was able to participate on a themed month! And im so tired haha  ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

I know i skipped 3 prompts but as i said, im going to finish those later. Those are going to be my extraofficial pieces hehe. They are going to take time cause they are animations (and more angst)

Thanks everybody for the support! Until next time!

Might I just say @mortemistrata that I was a little unsure about this prompt at first, but I had so much fun writing this! 

“Good morning, Keith.”

Keith froze with one eyebrow arched. He slowly studied the brunet in front of him. “No ‘mullet’ this morning?”

“That would be rude,” Lance said, lips curled into a frown.

Keith’s face fell until he was matching the brunet’s expression. “Are you okay?” He zeroed in on small details, like the way Lance’s normally tan skin looked slightly washed out or the dark, bruised circles under Lance’s almost lifeless eyes.

“Of course.” Lance replied, tone even. “We should go before we are late to breakfast.”

Keith absently nodded, brows furrowed deeply, as he followed the brunet into the dining hall.

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Prompt: Missing & Ravished: Steve POV, first time he met Tony or the suffering turning down drunk, flirty Tony.

Tony Stark had the best smile in the world, and Steve was willing to kill anyone who said otherwise. He stared at Tony, mesmerized by the way that Tony’s muscles shifted as he reached for one of the shots on the tray that Loki was holding. Tony Stark had the best smile, and Bucky was a fucking genius for hosting these barbeques.

“Drool a little more, Steve,” Sam said, not looking up from his magazine.

“I’m not drooling.”

“You’re drooling a little,” Natasha said.

Steve glared at them. At one point, it might’ve actually done some good. By now, they knew him well enough that they both just looked even more bored than before. He ended up huffing in frustration and slamming back the rest of his beer.

“I don’t have to sit here and take this,” he announced, getting up. As he walked away, he heard Natasha mutter something that made Sam laugh. Steve gave them the finger behind his back.

“Steeeeeeve!” Tony squealed when Steve walked up to them, eyes bright. He was obviously drunk, face flushed and voice slurred. “Steeeve, Loki gave me a jell-o shot!”

“Did he now,” Steve said, unsurprised. Loki loved to get people drunk. Well, actually Loki loved getting dirty secrets and blackmail material out of people, and drunk people were the easiest to get to. He was a shit that way.

“Shot, Captain?” Loki asked, offering the tray.

Steve was about to say no, but then Tony tugged at his arm. “Do a shot with me Steve, pleaaaaase?” he asked, batting his eyes.

How the hell could Steve say no to that? He nodded dumbly, grabbed a bright red shooter and tossed it back. Tony giggled and followed suit with a bright blue one. Loki gave them both a smirk and sauntered away.

“How many of those did Tony have?” Steve called after him. Loki, of course, ignored him.

Tony stumbled into him and Steve caught him, figuring that meant Tony’d reached his limit. He walked Tony over to the nearest lawn chair that was out of earshot of their annoying friends and helped Tony to sit. Then Steve sat next to him. His heart thumped in his chest when Tony leaned against him.

Shit, he was in so deep. And that wasn’t fair - not to anyone. Not to Tony, who was so damn good at being a police officer, who adored his job, who tried so hard to uphold the law. Not to Steve’s team, who’d been dragged into this because of Steve and who depended on him to make the right decisions. Not even to Steve, because he didn’t want a relationship where he was hiding half of himself from his partner.

But damn if Tony didn’t have pretty eyes.

“Steve,” Tony said again.

Steve looked down at him. Suddenly Tony’s face was so close. Inches away. Tony’s eyes were half-lidded and his lips were parted. He was moving closer too. Steve’s pulse quickened as he zeroed in on Tony’s lips. He wanted so badly to know what it would be like to kiss Tony -

He felt a pair of eyes burning into the side of his head and glanced up. Bucky was glaring at them. Or at Steve, really, hot glower practically screaming ‘DON’T DO THIS HE DESERVES BETTER’.

Steve jerked away. “How about a glass of water?”

Get to know me a little better ASK Prompt.


1. What question do you hate answering?
2. If you could be anywhere in the world right now where would it be?
3. Do you have any obsessions right now?
4. Does anyone in your real life know you have a tumblr and do they follow you?
5. What is something you disliked about today?
6. What’s one thing that people compliment you on and you don’t know why they do that?
7. Do you like bubble baths?
8. Do you talk to yourself?
9. Are you a writer?
10. What are somethings you’ve written?
11. Has someone ever written something for you?
12. Have you ever gotten a love letter?
13. Favorite quote?
14. Name one book that you will always remember.
15. Name the top five things you spend the most time doing.
16. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?
17. What’s the highest you’ve accomplished in school?
18. What do you do when you wake up?
19. Morning showers or night showers?
20. Beer or Wine?
21. inside or outdoors?
22. Morning or Night?
23. Summer or Winter?
24. Rain or Sun?
25. Ice-cream or Cookies?
26. Sweet or Salty?
27. What is your favorite beverage?
28. Has any one person ever made you so angry that you couldn’t forgive them?
29. Are you outgoing or shy?
30. Has someone ever made you cry?
31. Who are you looking forward to seeing?
32. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?
33. Do you have a crush on anyone right now?
34. Does anyone have a crush on you?
35. Do you still talk to your first crush?
36. Name a person you love?
37. Ever broken someone’s heart?
38. Ever been heartbroken?
39. Do you ever want to get married?
40. Who are five people you find attractive?
41. What’s your dirtiest secret?
42. Has someone ever bought you a drink?
43. Have you ever gone home with someone you just met on a night out?
44. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?
45. Why did your last relationship end?
46. Would you get back with the person you were last in a relationship with?
47. Have you recently made any big decisions?
48. What has been your most favorite moment of 2017?
49. What did you do on April 7th, 2017?
50. Are you excited for May 12th, 2017?

Jesse, you don’t have to listen to me all the time. It’s your own damn life. But if there’s anything I want you to actually take to heart, it’s this:
Find someone who is the lyrics to your music and the music to your lyrics.
Got that mijo?

Band AU. It’s honestly my favorite AU that I have going on with this lovely.

It has become extensive story wise and I do not have the confidence to summarize it well enough to do it justice. oTL

But some context for these two: Hanzo and McCree are in a rag tag rock band and get to know one another during the band’s tour. Hanzo is the bassist and McCree is lead vocalist who also plays guitar. Hanzo is excellent at writing lyrics and McCree excels at composing songs. They learn more about each other, help each other through their fears and the ghosts of their pasts, connect through music and lyrics, flirt while they play billiards, cheesy lyrics and implied confessions happen on stage, twooter drama, lots of antics in trailers, and more. 

Bottom line, we love this AU and it’s very dear to us!

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Bonus:

FIFTY THINGS BABY HARRY DEFINITELY GOT TO EXPERIENCE

1. falling asleep with his dad on the sofa

2. pulling on the cat’s tail and cackling madly

3. falling asleep in his mum’s arms

4. waking up with two parents cooing over him

5. being lulled by his dad’s voice–singing terribly, but he didn’t care

6. watching his mum and dad dance around the living room

7. and then his dad scooping him up off the floor and the three of them dancing around the living room

8. being sick and spending four solid days in his parents’ arms–them cooing and sushing and rubbing his back until he felt better

9.  having as much cake as he wanted on his birthday

10. both his parents sneaking his biscuits when the other wasn’t looking

11. his dad talking to him as if he was already his best mate in the world

12. those amazing lights from his dad’s wand

13. his mum levitating him in the air for fun

14. memorizing his mum’s twenty kinds of laughs

15. falling asleep nestled in-between his parents on the sofa/in bed

16. sleeping snuggled with his toy broomstick in his cot b/c he couldn’t bear to let it go and his parents didn’t want to tell him no

17. the funny lady who came over and brought him biscuits

18. carving a pumpkin with his parents and smashing goo all over the floor

19. crying when the goo got in his eyes

20. laughing when his mum vanished it and chasing after the cat

21. trying to ride the cat

22. knowing if he cried his mum or dad would come make it right

23. playing peek-a-boo beneath his dad’s invisbility cloak

24. learning “sssshhhhh” when he and his mum were hiding underneath the cloak from dada 

25. conspiratorial whispers/secrets

26. his mum blowing raspberries on his tummy/cheeks/feet/legs

27. grabbing his dad’s glasses and holding them victoriously in his chubby little hands as he promptly puts them in his mouth

28. and then his dad puts them on, slobbery and all, deliberately upside down to make him giggle

29. his dad telling he and his mum wizarding stories from the animated pop up book

30. his mum telling he and his dad muggle stories from the book with shiny edges

31. warm nights spent on the sofa by the fire eating popcorn (which wasn't always realized as a chocking hazard so he was probably given some)

32. little baby belches after tiny sips of butterbeer from uncle pafoo

33. being mesmerized by the golden snitch his mum charmed to float above his bed

34. chasing after the quaffle–that was bigger than him–around the living room floor while dada chased him on all fours

35. falling asleep snuggled next to the kiddy

36. sneaking out with his dad under the invisibility cloak–with silencing charms, of course–and taking walks around the neighborhood

37. lying out in the back garden–which had a tall fence around the perimeter–and digging in the dirt while his mum and dad worked in the garden

38. picnics on the grass in said garden

39. hearing he was loved and how special he was and how wonderful he was every day for the first year and three months of his life

40. learning his mum’s twenty kinds of kisses and hugs

41. playing quaffle with dada and uncles padfoot and remus and peter–in which he was the quaffle

42. playing with his dad’s mirror until uncle padfoot’s face showed up

43. almost choking on his mum’s wizarding chess set

44. a first christmas he didn’t even understand because he was so young, but the house was sparkly and he liked the lights and the music and he learned to crawl by trying to get over to the tree and pull the baubles off

45. knowing that his dad smelled like peppermint and his mum smelled like raspberries

46. hours spent in the kitchen while his mum brewed potions which smelled terrible but were full of interesting things to try and grab at

47. watching his dad work on the crossword in the mornings and playing peek-a-boo with the paper

48. eating toast in the mornings and getting jam hopelessly smeared in his face and cheeks and fingers and hair

49. hearing from his mum every day that he looked and acted just like his dada

50. hearing from his dad every day that he looked and acted just like his mummy

prince in training

~3k, rated T

Sterek ficlet inspired by this: “i grew up not knowing i was royal and now i guess i’m heir to a throne and you’re the guy who’s supposed to be teaching me how to be royal bc i suck at it and oops we made out” au

This is kind of Princess-Diaries-ish. I know that’s been done before in this fandom (and thank god it has—it’s awesome), but I couldn’t help myself. Yay for self-indulgence!

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Stiles thought the most annoying thing about suddenly being a royal heir to a small eastern European kingdom he’s never heard of would be the hyper-aggressive paparazzi, but he was dead wrong.

The most annoying thing is actually Derek Hale, the guy Stiles’ grandmother hired to teach Stiles how not to screw this up.

“Princes don’t chew with their mouths open, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t shove an entire fistful of curly fries in their mouths, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t wear pink-and-green plaid shirts from Target, Stiles.”

“Princes don’t slouch.”

They don’t slump, either, or yawn or sneeze or cough in public, or fist-pump, or drive beat-up old blue Jeeps, or wear bright colors, or rock out to the radio, or do anything fun.

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