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Lance, you killed him

(Lance cradling Keith version!)

Lancelot Idea (+Lotor headcanons and Klance)

This is gonna be a very long post that features a lot of my ideas that I thought of, like, ten minutes ago. I’d like to make this into a comic/fanfic but if anyone else wants to as well, go ahead! Link it to me somehow cuz I’d love to read it and die cuz I’ll love you forever ahhh

It’s about 1,700 words, hehehe…I got really carried away. sorry about any mistakes too, I wrote this as fast as possible lol. I’ll put it under a cut.

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Got7 reaction to s/o having high pain tolerance.

Anonymous said:Got7 reaction to their s/o having a weirdly high pain tolerance please! (Like they can accidentally cut their finger while cooking and not really feel it or they can get hit by something really hard and hardly react)

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JB: You two are secretly dating, only the members know about the relationship. Let’s say your solo artist, and you were invited to be a co-host on weekly idol for the group Got7. A game was set up, you plus got7 participated, the loser had to get thumped on the forehead, by a chosen person to do the thumping. You lost and of course the boys picked JB to do the thumping. It was a very loud, hard thump, but you didn’t make a sound or flinch. Others: “That didn’t hurt? it sounded painful.” You: “Nah, If I wanted it to hurt, I could’ve thumped my self”

Originally posted by defsouljayb

Jinyoung: Both of you are playing around. Him: *Slightly shoves you* You: *Shoves back harder than him* Him: *Shoves back…too hard causing you to hit the wall* “Ah! I didn’t mean-” You: *laughs…..then SHOVE THE FUCK OUTTA HIM* Him: *GIF*

Originally posted by periwin5les

Jackson: It was you, him, and some friends playing a game of bowling. Your turn was up, when you went to reach for the ball, you dropped it on your foot. Like any normal ass person, he thought you were gonna shout out crying or cursing, but instead you just picked the ball back up and continued to bowl. Came back to sit down like…..a fucking heavy ass bowling ball ain’t just fall on yo foot.

Originally posted by hobiiismylove

Mark: He couldn’t open a jar up. It was tightly on and when he tried it hurt his fingers. You two were having a conversation, you started to get annoyed by his grunts of frustration from trying to open the jar, so you took it from him and just with one twist, it was open. You: *hands jar back* “Now, like I was saying” Him: “…….You know I opened most of it for you right?”

Originally posted by jordragon

Youngjae: You were cooking a meal from a cookbook and you thought you were doing everything so right. But your finished product did not come out right at all it looked like a piece of shit. You: “I don’t understand what I did wrong……….FUCK I FORGOT TO ADD MILK” *Bangs head on wall hard asf* Him: *GIF* what the fuck……..

Originally posted by soulmatesjjp

Bambam: You and him played the warhead challenge, loser had to buy everyone dinner tonight. He couldn’t even go with 2 in his mouth, you already had 7 in yours, and was still getting more. He just gave up, he knew damn well playing with yo ass, he wasn’t getting anywhere.

Originally posted by jackseunie

Yugyeom: He can’t believe you just broke a thick ass piece of wood with your baby ass hands like it was nothing. If that don’t hurt you, he thought, then imagine the strength that comes with that high ass pain tolerance.

Originally posted by got7arrival

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Assist Me

Summary: With little to no experience and no approval, you are secretly trained to be an Avenger. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem! reader

Word count: 1082

Warnings: none

A/N: This will have multiple parts. Hope you like it!

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Originally posted by luvinchris

Bucky had an interest in you ever since the moment you walked in the tower. With you having the job of being an assistant, Bucky took advantage of the circumstance. He would frequently need ‘assistance’ for miniscule things, such as helping him with his room. Bucky was rather amiable. It was a delight to be around him, but despite his good looks and sweet personality, you valued your job. The last thing you wanted to occur was falling in love a superhero. It was unprofessional and the end result would probably leave you disappointed.

As months passed in work, you had seen much impressive physical activity from the Avengers. You wanted to do something yourself. It made you insecure to see active and skillful people around you. Their talents inspired you to do acquire some of their abilities. Originally, your intention of working in the tower was to solely have a job and meet unique people. Yet after being around them, you have seen impressive dexterities that made you dream of becoming a part of their team. They considered you family, the only thing that you were missing was all the training and skill that made them the Avengers.

Eventually you asked Steve and Tony, the two who seemed to make most of the decisions and lead everyone, if you could take part in missions. They both declined your request instantly. Feeling that it was too dangerous, they preferred that you remained an assistant.

Sam knew your dreams and how much this meant to you. He told you that he would help train you. It was a secret though.

So every night, Sam would train with you. You were thankful for it. Sometimes Bucky would be working out as well and you did not like it. It was already embarrassing enough to work out in front of Sam because the training was arduous and that was the basics. Having Bucky there, who was an extremely fit man, did not help you feel secure at all. Sam was fit as well, but you were so close with him, you did not fear of being judged. Plus your attraction to Bucky made you intimidated by him.

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Sleeping Beauty (Pt 3)

Part one: (x)
Part two: (x)

While the other paladins were playing the game, Allura decided Coran was lying about Lance not being in his room. She decided to look for herself. She stood infront of the door and slammed her hand on the control panel. “Lance-!” She growled when the door opened and she glared at the bed.

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Coffee Fever

Edit: Should be fixed!

HOLY FUCK THIS WAS HARD. Sickfics are waaaaay harder than I thought they’d be. This was requested by @taylor-tut. Thanks for the prompt!

Prompt: I am here to submit a prompt! What about maybe a domestic, relaxed weekend with the paladins where Allura has planned a bunch of cute bonding stuff like a movie night and a relay race and shit. Lance has what he thinks is just a migraine, but he’s trying to push through it, maybe even drinking a bunch of coffee to get rid of it. And it turns out he’s got a fever and all the (caffienated) running around he did made it worse? :O

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Cutting Silver - by lucyoverspilledvodka

(co-written by yours truly and @victorsporosya )

In which Yuuri discovers something life-changing about his idol and fiance


Yuuri stood in the bathroom of Victor’s apartment—it still felt far too early to be comfortable dubbing it their apartment—having a small existential crisis. Whatever he had been looking for or wanting to put away in the sink cabinet was utterly forgotten. His childhood hero, his first love, his eternal idol… a deception from the very beginning.

The characters on the bottle were majorly Cyrillic, but there was really no mistaking to design and thus its purpose.

“Yuuri, what are you—” Just as Yuuri had lost his train of thought, Victor lost his words the moment he saw what his fiancé was holding.

“Is that why you cut it?” Yuuri asked, looking up from the bottle to Victor. “The ends were so dead from years of bleach?”

“It’s just a toner,” Victor defended, sounding unsure of himself.

“Really?” Yuuri flipped the bottle over, studying the script printed across the label. “Because it looks like dye.”

As delicately as he could, Victor took the bottle from Yuuri’s hands and replaced it in the sink cabinet. “You don’t really think that I—”

“Color your hair?” Yuuri finished for him, eyes traveling suspiciously along Victor’s hairline. He made to touch the strands, then pulled his hand back at the last moment as if dejected. “I can’t believe this…” he muttered, brushing past Victor on his way to their living room. “My whole life, a lie. My fiancé, a liar. How can I achieve gold when even the silver in my life is unattainable?”

Yuuri flopped with resignation onto the couch, Makkachin hopping on top of him for company.

Two sets of brown eyes judged Victor, who collapsed on the floor in front of Yuuri, grasping for his hands. “Yuuri, my darling, my angel, I swear I’m not lying. Come on, how could you think that? I’ll throw it away right now.” He paused, thinking, “You can shower with me every day for a month to see that it’s true.”

Victor’s blue eyes shimmered with his pleading, but Yuuri’s thoughts traveled to Victor’s grueling quad practice the previous day, leaving him completely unsympathetic. Instead, he turned his face away as dramatically as Victor taught him and sighed. “I don’t think we should shower together anymore, Victor. This is world-altering. I need time.”

Pout pushing out his lower lip, Victor sat back. Yuuri refused to turn back toward him.

Pursing his mouth, Victor reached up, sweeping away his own bangs before tentatively running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll prove it to you,” he said, eyes trained on Yuuri, determination sprinting across his face. “I’ll shave it off.”

Victor expected Yuuri to break. Expected to receive that panicked little squeak which he adored, as Yuuri kicked Makkachin off the couch in his hurry to sit up and grasp onto Victor, expected to hear him command Victor not to touch his beautiful hair, expected the confession that Yuuri had only been knowingly joking.

Yuuri turned to face Victor again, face blank as he stated, “Okay then.”

A blink. A moment. Then another. Yuuri’s brown eyes did not break from his, challenging and unyielding.

Taking a deep breath while trying not to show it too much, Victor swallowed and pushed himself up off the floor, standing over Yuuri.

His hands fisted against his side, but he would not be the one to break. “Okay then.”

Yuuri watched Victor start to move, a very small sense of dread building in the pit of his stomach. “What are you doing?”

“Proving it to you.”

Victor vanished down the hall, towards the bathroom. For a moment, Yuuri did not move. He knew Victor wasn’t going to shave his hair off. He knew that… right?

Yuuri dislodged Makkachin and followed Victor down the hall, into the bathroom, to see Victor on his knees searching through the lower cabinet.

“Just looking for the clippers,” Victor said airily and Yuuri crossed his arms. No way Victor was actually going to go through with his threat… Then again, Victor had cut his trademark hair the night before an ISU competition, without telling anyone, all for the sake of a surprise.

Victor hummed the tune to Stammi Vicino as he searched, taking his time. Yuuri saw him fumble with the clippers a little once they had been located, fidgeting with the settings. “You’re gonna do it…” The exhale was an attempt at steady, betrayed by a hitch.

“I said I’ll prove it to you, love. If you don’t believe me.” Victor rose and turned, clippers in hand.

Yuuri’s eyes met him. And did not back down. “Do it then.”

Victor thumbed at the switch, turning the device on. The bathroom filled with the buzzing, vibrating off the tile, waiting for either of them to break.

When Yuuri still said nothing, Victor lifted up the clippers with a flourish. Checked the settings. Looked back up at Yuuri. Still nothing. He turned to face the mirror, running a hand through his hair, and raised the clippers.

Yuuri’s heart began to panic inside his chest. He could see Victor’s blue eyes challenging him in the reflection of the mirror, could see himself leaning against the door of the bathroom in the corner. Then Victor raised the clippers to the edge of his hair, just by his ear.

The buzzing grew deafening and the clippers met the ends of Victor’s undercut—

“Alright! Stop, stop!”

Except that Victor didn’t. Despite the protest, he ran the comb of the clippers through his hair in a long swooping motion, drawing out a terrified shriek from Yuuri.

The very next second, Yuuri tore the clippers out of his hands, leaping to see the damage and—nothing.

Victor burst into laughter, all the more when Yuuri’s comically wide-eyes continued to search his untouched hairline.

“Wha—”

“I took the blade out,” Victor said and held up the clippers for Yuuri to see. No blade. Victor’s hair remained intact.

Yuuri very slowly reached his hands up, running his fingers through Victor’s hair. Victor preened, just a little, leaning into Yuuri’s touch.

“You…” Yuuri started, voice soft and eyes slowly narrowing. He looked up at Victor through his lashes and Victor’s heart picked up. He knew that look, anticipation bubbling up inside him.

“You tricked me,” Yuuri whispered, leaning up and brushing his lips against Victor’s cheek. Victor’s fringe caught between them, tickling.

“Only a little,” Victor replied, waiting for Yuuri to kiss him properly.

Yuuri pulled back, looked at Victor’s mouth with dark eyes, and his grip tightened in his Victor’s hair. Then, Yuuri tugged. Harder than usual. Victor’s head tilted back, Yuuri’s lips just hovering.

“Ah—”

“Coward,” Yuuri said, before releasing Victor entirely and walked out of the bathroom, hips swaying as he did so.

“Yuuri— wait, what?” Victor stammered, abandoned in the bathroom. Quickly turning off the clippers, he bounced after Yuuri and back down the hall towards the living area. Yuuri was in the kitchen, making tea with the coolest expression Victor had ever seen on him.

“Yuuri?”

“And I thought you loved me,” Yuuri sighed heavily, in a manner most unlike him. “Should’ve known Victor Nikiforov would’ve loved his hair more than his dime a dozen fiancé.”

“Yuuri!” Victor whined, walking straight through the kitchen to wrap his arms around Yuuri’s waist, resting his head on Yuuri’s shoulder. “Don’t be like that, it was a joke!”

“Hmm,” Yuuri hummed, ignoring Victor. Victor tightened his grip, kissing Yuuri’s neck.

“Yuuri, please.”

“Hmph.”

“Yuuri!” The whimper sounded excessive even to Victor’s own ears, but he could not bring himself to care.

Then Yuuri started to shake in Victor’s arms. Panic flashes through Victor at the thought that Yuuri might be crying. He twisted so he could cup Yuuri’s face in his hands and rain down apologies, and then realized that Yuuri was laughing.

“…You’re teasing me.”

“Only a little,” Yuuri imitated, relishing Victor’s broken expression before leaning back, turning a bit to kiss at Victor’s cheek. “You teased me first.”

“Does this mean you believe me?” Victor asked, more than relieved. The joke had been a little cruel. But that expression on Yuuri’s face had been so worth it.

“Technically you still haven’t proven anything,” Yuuri reminded him, even as he touched another kiss to Victor’s cheek.

A hum came from Victor and he tapped at his lips with a finger in consideration. “I’ve got some baby pictures,” he offered and even in their current position of back to chest, he could see the glint in Yuuri’s eyes. The one he’s dubbed Yuuri’s fanboy sparkle.

He was proven to be right when Yuuri’s voice trembled a bit at the start of his response. “O-oh? Well, if they’re not in black and white.”

“Keep talking and I won’t show you all of them,” Victor responded, kissing Yuuri’s hair before bouncing off to find an old photo album probably crammed somewhere dusty.

“All the more proof that you really don’t love me.”

Victor whined all the way to the bookshelf.

andrewsneil  asked:

and this one “You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled ‘Drive!’” AU!!

Anonymous: "You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled ‘Drive!“ for an au prompt

Sorry about the ending - this has been sitting in my drafts for two weeks and I was getting impatient… This is on my list to be finished I promise :) (also if you have any ideas on how to end this send me a message or like… write it in the tags???)

  • Neil was relaxing in a borrowed Ford Fiesta that smelled like fish cakes, chugging a lukewarm bottle of water he had just bought from the gas station, and contemplating how much money he could spare on ethanol, when the passenger door swung open and slammed shut in one swift, chaotic movement.
  • “Drive.”
  • He didn’t have time to register how panicked he should be, but the small blonde didn’t seem like someone his father would hire, and his stern command didn’t sound even remotely as threatening as Romero or Malcolm. Even so, Neil calmly set his water bottle in the sticky cup holder and gripped the steering wheel with both hands. “Who are you?”
  • The blonde suddenly rounded on him, his elbow coming up to Neil’s neck and applying pressure before he could even think about reacting. Neil faintly registered the familiar feeling of a knife pressed against his stomach, not quite puncturing the skin. “It doesn’t matter. You see those cops?”
  • Neil followed the blonde’s head tilt to the back window, where he noticed a few cop cars idling behind him in the gas station parking lot. Neil looked back at his captor and nodded as much as he was allowed, which wasn’t much.
  • “I don’t want to be caught by them, and judging by the state of your clothes and the fact that you aren’t even slightly tanned even though your license plate says Arizona, you don’t want to be caught either.”
  • It was a stretch, but Neil certainly didn’t want to spend the night in a police cell anytime soon. He could easily explain away the few accusations the blonde hit him with, but right now he just wanted to be far away from the cops now exiting their vehicles.
  • He tapped the blonde on the arm, “I can’t drive with a knife in my stomach.”
  • He was let go, but the knife remained poised between them. Neil admired the sleek design of it, definitely not something Lola would use, but the serrated edges were sharpened enough to filet a small pig. He shook his head to dismantle the direction of his thoughts and put the car in gear, tires squealing as he peeled out of the gas station parking lot. To his surprise, the policemen didn’t even glance at his vehicle as he pulled onto the nearest two-lane highway. He lowered his speed so he wasn’t breaking any laws, but kept his hand hovering over the gear shift.
  • “I locked the bathroom door and then snuck out the window. They’ll probably be occupied for at least another ten minutes.”
  • “That depends on how smart Columbia cops are,” Neil murmured, doing a few quick calculations in his head. There were three cop cars, two of which were just small city patrollers. The one he was most concerned with was the SUV with California printed on the license plate. Just what exactly did this kid do that warranted the arrival of an out of state cop?
  • “You’re right. 20 minutes.”
  • Neil shifted subtly in his seat to study his companion, who had slouched down and propped his legs on the passenger-side airbag. A study of nonchalance and apathy. “So what did you do?”
  • The kid didn’t answer him for awhile, keeping his eyes forward and expression blank. Neil had almost dropped the subject when the blonde suddenly spoke up, “Turns out cops don’t like it when you escape from their idea of rehabilitation.”
  • Neil considered this as he switched lanes, passing a semi truck who insisted on driving five miles under the speed limit. So the kid was either an escaped convict or an escaped mental patient. Great.
  • “Truth for a truth. What are you doing so far from home, Arizona?”
  • Neil wanted to laugh at the nickname, but he couldn’t find much humor in his current situation. “My mom was relocated for her job. I was on my way to school when you so eloquently barged in on my morning commute.”
  • “Hmmm you seem to think we’re playing truth for a lie.” The blonde didn’t show any hints of anger, but Neil eyed the knife he held over the center console all the same. “Distasteful game. Very one-sided.”
  • Neil rolled his eyes and gripped the steering wheel even harder. The kid was smarter than he originally thought. “I ran away from Arizona. Turns out fathers aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.” Maybe he could give away half-truths and hope for the best.
  • He watched as the blonde digested this information. He didn’t know how long their game would last, but he knew that this car ride wouldn’t end very well. He eyed his duffel bag, tucked away next to the gas pedal at his feet, his mother’s gun safely hidden underneath piles of carefully folded clothes. 
  • “Duly noted. Your turn.” The kid motioned with his knife for Neil to continue the game.
  • “Name?”
  • “Andrew. Yours?”
  • “Neil.”
  • “Either you’re used to switching names or you’re actually telling the truth.” Andrew mused while he adjusted the air conditioning.
  • “Glad that I can maintain your faith in humanity.” Neil quipped, swatting Andrew’s hand away from the dial and turning it back the way he had it. “Jail or mental hospital?”
  • “Neither. Juvie.”
  • Neil considered the blonde beside him. He really didn’t know what type of crimes warranted juvie over actual jail, but kidnapping an unsuspecting teenager at a gas station was probably up there on the list of federal offenses.
  • “Got any family left?”
  • Neil suddenly craved a cigarette. “Some. No siblings. You?”
  • “A twin. It was a recent development in my familial drama, so I wouldn’t delve too deep.”
  • Neil wasn’t planning on it.
  • They went on like that for about 30 miles, Neil giving Andrew half-truths about his past and his time in Millport, and Andrew hinting very sarcastically about a less than satisfactory time in juvie. Neil took every other exit on the highway, winding them through dilapidated towns with no real destination in mind. It was a learned behavior, but it came in handy in cases like these.
  • Narrator: it was at this point that @minyavd had @minyardfluff read the headcanon to decide how to end it.
  • Narrator: she did not, in fact, end it
Daryl Dixon x Reader - Take your time (SMUT) (Request)

Anon:- Hey, was wondering if you could please do a daryl and reader. daryl’s a virgin and has mega crush on reader
& reader has mega crush on daryl. she takes her chances with him for him to panic as its actually happening but
he cums prematurely & get crazy nervous cuz there clothes aren’t even off & when reader starts striping him of his jeans
& pants he just lets her as he’s to scared to tell her & freezes up
& when she notices she stops & asks if he’s okay & he just gives reader puppy eyes <3<3<3

WARNING: SMUT AND FLUFF (and virgin Daryl ♥)

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO, SORRY FOR EVENTUAL ERRORS.


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Jerome x Reader

Warnings: Reader on medication, Manipulative Jerome, Reader with split personality.


“You really think this is a good idea?” Harvey asked Jim as they watched you through the glass.

“They feed off each other, hopefully taking her away from Jerome will slow him down enough to get a lead on where he is.” Jim muttered as Harvey shook his head, grabbing at his coffee mug.

“Or he’s coming for us to get her back and when they do come back they won’t stop.” Harvey sighed, heading out to his desk.

“That’s why I ordered the trucks.” Jim’s words had Harvey stopping in his tracks, he knew he’d end up getting involved at some point so it might as well be from the start.

“You ordered trucks?” Harvey muttered as he turned to face his partner.

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William Nylander - More Than Friends

Originally posted by willynylanders

Oh Willy, we’re going to have some fun with this one here. I went with a little more of an ‘angsty-smut’ angle on this one, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, smut

Request from @roseheartshockey​ :  Hey! Could you do a willy nylander? I don’t care if it’s fluffy or more angsty or whatever I love everything you do 😂 thanks so much!

William laid you gently back on the bed before he started unbuttoning his dress shirt. You sat up to help him, your fingers fumbling with a few here and there as he looked down at you. As you tugged it off his shoulders he let his hands cup your face and brought you in for a kiss. It was deep and needy. He was prodding you to go on, take the lead. 

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#flirting (an Olicity fic)

Here’s a ridiculous little celebrity/social media au one shot. I wrote it this summer and totally forgot about it but I found it today so… here it is! There may be a few more parts to this, idk. We’ll see!

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She was standing in the kitchen, just finishing off her (disgusting) protein shake, when an alert lit the face of her phone.

@OliverQueen tweeted a photo.

She chugged the last sip—ugh!—and swiped the screen. A second later a photo of Oliver was staring back at her and she’d be lying if she said her breathe didn’t catch a little at the sight.

Tight t-shirt, crazy blue eyes, just the right amount of scruff… He was gorgeous, always, but especially standing on the deck of a yacht, leaning over the railing just enough to show off his muscular shoulders. The tweet said, “Fav pic from the @MensHealth shoot.” It already had over a thousand likes.

Felicity liked the tweet and threw her glass in the sink, maybe a little rougher than she’d meant to considering the way it rattled around.

It wasn’t that she was jealous. She was happy for Oliver; he worked hard to maintain his physique and anyone who worked that hard for anything deserved praise and a spread in Men’s Health was good for him, but ugh! Over a thousand likes in less than three minutes? Really? How was it possible?

Her phone vibrated and she looked down to see another alert.

@OliverQueen: @FelicitySmoak you should have come with. Missed you on the boat ;)

Felicity sighed and tapped out a return message.

@FelicitySmoak: @OliverQueen motion sickness, photogs and getting hit on 24/7? Yeah what was I thinking passing on that?

As was usual whenever she got into a conversation with Oliver on social media, her phone started blowing up. Likes and follows and retweets. Everyone wanted a piece of Oliver Queen, even if it was just in the form of stalking him on Twitter.

Even she had her claws in him in a way. It wasn’t like he talked to her on Twitter because he missed her sparkling personality. No, she was the Ronald Miller to his Cindy Mancini, using his popularity and social media prowess to Can’t Buy Me Love her way into the hearts of America. Or, at least, into the hearts of his millions of followers.

Her phone vibrated again, but this time it was a text.

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Apple Pie Order

or Jack and Bitty see each other naked outside of the locker room

Bitty is in a mood. Most would call it restlessness, because that’s what it is. It’s because Bitty should be working on an essay for class, but he gets panicky every time he starts thinking about just how many words he has to write, so he’s on the hunt for a distraction.

Baking is too easy for a mood like this. He could do that with his eyes closed and half asleep. So, he falls back to his other fall-back. House-cleaning.

He’s already cleaned his room and the kitchen, and he’s tidied the main room, going so far as to give the green couch a very cautious wipe-down. He’s currently in the upstairs bathroom he shares with Ransom and Holster, earbuds in and blasting Beyoncé. The toilet has never looked so clean, and the grout he thought was a permanent fixture in the corner of the shower just needed a hospital strength cleaning liquid and five minutes of scrubbing.

He’s got all the bits and bobs for bathroom cleaning in a bucket, and he figures he’ll just do Jack and Shitty’s bathroom while he’s in the zone.

There is less to take care of in this bathroom, which is good but also bad because this is really the last place Bitty feels comfortable cleaning (he’s not going to mess around with anyone’s bedroom). After this he’ll actually need to do his school work.

He’s scrubbing at flecks of toothpaste on the mirror when Jack walks in to the bathroom.

Bitty didn’t hear him over the Beyoncé, but he for sure can see him.

One minute, Bitty’s focusing on a stubborn glob of toothpaste that won’t shift, and the next second there’s a penis in the mirror. Jack’s penis, specifically.

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Pretty Little Secret - AJ Styles Teaser

A small teaser for another story I am working on. This one is the Phenomenal One AJ Styles!!!

Warning for this fic: NSFW 18+ (I cannot stress this enough) Daddy Kink, older male/younger woman relationship, semi-public sex, cum marking, breeding kink, unprotected sex, major dirty talk, talk of tit fucking, oral (male and female), slight bondage. (I regret nothing writing this)

Originally posted by wrestling-giffer

“What has Daddy told you ‘bout cussin’? Huh? What’s the rule?”

Instantly, all anger leaves me, and I bow my head to avoid AJ’s narrowed eyes. I don’t want to see the disappointment in his blue eyes for me disobeying his rules.

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anonymous asked:

Can you give me arrogant!Jongin? Thanks a lot for opening this ask! I was waiting for so long but worth this. Hehe <3

Hey! So it turned out this was harder than I anticipated! I even searched through old stories where I thought it would be rampant! Anyway some of this feels kind of subjective (like Jongin never seems to stay arrogant for THAT long in my opinion), so I hope these work. Also, thanks to the illustrious wtfuckaisoo for helping with this list! Enjoy!

meet me at the net: one shot. I love it when they get all feisty about volleyball. Jongin is new on the team and has an attitude (not toooo arrogant)

Assisting His Needs: Ongoing. Jongin is a CEO who is an asshole to his assistant Kyungsoo (during work hours…)

Once More (Love me again): Ongoing. Jongin is pretty frustrating in this one! They broke up a long time ago and now Jongin is a CEO who wants Kyungsoo back and sort of forces him to work for him

White Line: one shot (not sure if this entirely counts but I love this story) school. Everyone else thinks Jongin is arrogant and self absorbed, but he doesn’t seem to think so

Mein Herr: One shot. Jongin is a dancer who comes across Kyungsoo after a performance and…

Cloudburst: one shot. Kyungsoo is stuck in the convenient store he works at during a storm and jerky Jongin comes in because he is stuck in it too

Perplex: ongoing High school. Jongin is an asshole jock and Kyungsoo is the new kid who takes up more attention than Jongin is comfortable with

(Pretend) Boyfriend: Ongoing.  wolf, high school. Kyungsoo accidentally throws up on Jongin and in return Jongin demands Kyungsoo be his boyfriend until his parents leave him alone about mating

You’re So Hypnotizing: Complete 11 chapters. Jongin is the bad boy at school that Kyungsoo has a run in with and then has to tutor

Expectation: Complete 4 chapters. more of a modern day pride and prejudice

Mister Kim, thou art le connard: One shot based off of pride and prejudice

Like A Foolish Schoolboy: Complete 3 chapters (also has sequel) Kyungsoo hates asshole Jongin and now they are going to be step brothers

Quicksand: Complete 3 chapters. They are rival writers and Kyungsoo is currently behind Jongin for best selling and Jongin likes to rub it in

Wanting Perfection: One shot. Jongin is used to being the top and the best at school, until Kyungsoo comes along and does better, driving Jongin crazy

Secretary Do: One shot. Jongin is a CEO and his secretary that Jongin is trying to seduce (he isn’t THAT arrogant but Kyungsoo thinks so)

Change Of Heart: Complete 2 chapters. Jongin and Kyungsoo are both arrogant in this one, competing high school playboys

Professor - four.
  • Baekhyun x Reader
  • Angst - Professor!AU
  • Word count: 1535

Description: You finally gave what Baekhyun wanted, sex. Now he should leave you alone, or so you thought.

A/N: Just a little angsty filler chapter to hold over. More like me stalling because I’m not sure how I want to end this yet. I feel like the end is near though. IT CAN’T BE HELPED.

one. // two. // three. // four. // five. (soon)

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

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12x17 Coda: Thank You

Dean is so going to give him crap for this later, but Sam can’t bring himself to care all that much. So when Eileen finally shows signs of letting go, Sam lets her step away, but not too far.  With one hand, he threads his fingers through hers, loose enough that she can step back if she wants to.  With the other, he signs his best approximation of come on.

It’s not like they don’t have empty rooms in the bunker.  Both Mom and Cas’s rooms have been made up for months, barely slept in while their owners stayed AWOL.  But he gets the feeling that Eileen doesn’t want to be alone right now, and her hands are still tremoring.

“Here.”

He guides Eileen into his room, suddenly very aware of how little it looks like he’s actually lived there.  A lifetime of motel rooms hadn’t made Sam good at holding on to things.  He doesn’t have much to show for the nearly five years he’s lived here.

“Thanks.”

Her lower lip wobbles, as do her fingertips when she signs the words.

“I don’t really have a place to—to sit.”

He gestures helplessly around the room.  Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“It’s fine.”

She sits down on the edge of his bed, head bowed, hands clasped.  For her, Sam realizes, it’s a deliberate show of silence.  He hesitantly sits down beside her, enough space between them to be platonic if she wants it to be.  She lays her head on his shoulder.  They sit like that for about a minute and a half.

“Have you—have you ever—?”

Her voice breaks off. Sam leans back on his bed and roots around in the drawer of his bedside table.  He’s ninety percent sure he has a tissue box in there somwh—oh.  He pulls one out and hands it over.  Eileen blows her nose loudly, then crumples the tissue in her fist.

“Yeah.”

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Zen Angst Pt. 1

Genre: Angst

Characters: MC x Zen 

a/n: Sorry I’ve been absent but I should be back now! I know it took me forever to write this but I’m going to work on the first part for each character which will just be the headcanon written out as part of a fic and then resolve it in the second part. Here are the Headcanons that this originated from: MC and the boys have a fight.  Angst fics so far: Zen Part 1 , Yoosung Part 1, Seven Part 1


You were once again waiting up for when Zen came home. He had been gone so often as of late that you only saw him once a day. Usually, he either left before you got up or came home long after you went to bed if he even came home at all that is.

To be quite honest you were fed up with the situation and you were finally going to confront him. In an attempt to stay awake and fight off the loneliness you were feeling you started to organize Zen’s desk. It was a complete mess. You blew your bangs out of your face as you began rummaging through loose papers and fan mail.

You came across an open fan letter lying on his desk and couldn’t help but be a little nosy. You were frankly a little shocked when your name came up in the letter.

”I know you must care for her deeply, but as a dedicated fan ever since your first big production, I must say that your acting style has changed. It took me forever to figure it out but I realized that you started to change after you started dating her. She is holding you back. She is poison to your career. I’m just worried about your future…

                                                                        XOXO A worried and loyal fan”

Your heart broke a little as your fears were confirmed. You were ruining Zen’s career and he was avoiding you to try not to show it. A tear crept down your cheek and you looked away from the letter as you heard the front door slam shut.

All thoughts of confronting him flew out of your head and you neatly folded the damning letter and tucked it into your pocket. You put on a fake happy face and went to make dinner.

Over dinner, you noticed that Zen was really upset and frustrated. This just further confirmed what you read in the letter. Your anxiety slowly continued to build until you almost felt like you couldn’t breathe. You picked at your food and then asked Zen how his day was as a distraction.

“I had a meeting with the director today, he told me I should take some time off because he felt as if my acting has been off for a while now.” he huffed.

You breathing stopped. Now you knew it was true without a doubt.You really were affecting Zen. He got reprimanded by his boss because of you. This was all your fault. The glass you were clutching slipped out of your hand shattering on the floor.

Without thinking you began trying to pick up the shards. One of them sliced your hand and you snapped out of your dazed state. Zen attempted to pull you up from the floor and check you over but you resisted.

“Zen, am I holding you back?” you questioned almost desperately.

When he didn’t say anything your heart shattered like the glass on the floor.

“I am, aren’t I? I’m the reason you are struggling, it’s all my fault” you questioned again sounding nearly hysterical at this point.

“Wh-what MC, no! What are you saying? Stop saying ridiculous things and let me look at your hand” he attempted to pull you from the floor again but you fought him. His exasperation at the current situation and work had built up to much. Zen’s frustrations washed over him and he started to yell.

“MC, JUST FUCKING STOP IT ALREADY AND LET ME HELP YOU! YOU’RE BLEEDING!” He shouted.

You had never heard him raise his voice at you and frankly it scared you. You felt like this was all your fault. In an attempt to make him understand you raised your voice too, soon enough both of you were yelling at each other but you couldn’t seem to stop.Your hand began to sting and you got quiet.

“I-I think we should break up Zen. You’re just being stubborn and blinded by not wanting to hurt me, the truth is I’m holding you back and you know it. This is for the best..” With tears freely flowing down your face you turned around walking towards the door.

You felt Zen grab your arm, “MC please, please don’t do this. Please don’t walk out on me. I’m sorry I yelled before, but please don’t leave me.” His voice cracked.

You didn’t turn around because you knew if you did you wouldn’t be able to leave. “Zen please don’t make this harder than it has to be” you pushed his hand off your arm.

Your heart shattered once again as you walked out the door. Before the door completely shut you whispered “I’m sorry Zen.”

You realized that you hadn’t thought this through when you simultaniously realized that all you had on you was that horrible letter. You didn’t have a cell phone or any cash but you knew you had to move fast.

You ran from the apartment and towards the one person you knew would always be there for you.

Jaehee.

Blushes, Mumbles and Love - Edmund x Reader

Request: Can I make a request for a Edmund Imagine, where Edmund’s gonna propose to the reader, but is very shy to? @caesariavictorian

Setting: The Golden Ages, Narnia

Characters: Edmund Pevensie, (Y/N)

Warnings: None

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I felt myself breathing hard as I yanked the reigns from side to side, my stead weaving through trees and leaping over fallen trunks. My heart was pounding viciously which made my grin widen. I carefully took a peak behind me to see through the blurry image of trees.

He wasn’t there. I won.

I patted the horse’s side and slowed down as soon as we reached the clearing. Edmund and I were on our way to meet here, yet somehow it turned into a competition. I jumped off my horse, Alerio, and grabbed an apple from my satchel before feeding it to him. He gladly took it as I stroked his side. “Didn’t you see Phillip when you were riding, Al?”

“No, Lady (Y/N). I was busy trying not to crash into the oak trees.”

I smiled sympathetically and it wasn’t long before I heard gallops from a distance. I turned to see the dark-haired Just King approach me with his horse, a smile abroad his face.

“This is the third time this week, Ed. When are you gonna learn to catch up with me?”

Edmund jumped off his horse and patted Philip down before taking his satchel and emptying it out on the floor. Our horses chased after the flashes of red and green and began to devour them slowly.

“If you honestly think one apple is going to satisfy your horse, then you mustn’t be the noble rider I though you were.”

I pouted. “I had more in my bag.”

Edmund approached me, placing his hands onto my waist. “Sure you did.”

I rolled my eyes before he leaned in and kissed me slowly. My heart began to quicken and I led my hands to rest on his shoulders as I kissed him gently. He pulled away and looked at me with his soft, golden brown eyes.

I’ve known Edmund and his siblings for a long while now, almost five years. He and I began courting two years after we met, and even as his best friend, I didn’t know half as much as I think I did. Edmund was more caring than others thought, and he made sure that I knew that. He was ridiculously smart and stupid at the same time. And he was loving, so loving of everyone around him.

I took one of my hands and raked it through the back of his hair before hugging him. His strong arms wrapped around my torso and he held me tightly against him. I was lifted from the ground and spun around, the action of my King making me laugh happily.

I heard his laugh too, deep and full of wonder. He placed me back onto the floor and rested both his hands in my hair, his palm warm and long fingers pressed against my skin.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too,” he replied, pecking my nose before leading me to the trunk of a tree.

“So,” I began, intertwining my fingers with his. “Why’re we all the way out here? Why not head to where we were two days ago?”

“You mean the river?” He asked.

I nodded, with a smirk upon my face.

“What so I could see you half naked, again?” He laughed.

I shrugged. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

Edmund leaned against a tree and pulled me in with him, the leaves’ shadows shading us. “Shut up.”

I giggled and leaned into his chest, his warmth making me feel safe.

“Do you remember this place?” He asked quietly.

I turned around and studied the area of the bright, green clearing but nothing came to mind. I shook my head as I faced him again.

“It’s where I found you when you were being chased by bandits. Where we first met.”

A guilty blush appeared on my cheeks, recalling the moment when Edmund and his brother found me in the middle of nowhere. How could I forget?

“I…uh,” Edmund scratched the back of his neck. “I thought you were beautiful.”

I looked up at him, my eyes watering as he continued to speak. “You were scared and stubborn, you didn’t want to get on the horse and you-” Edmund laughed softly. “-you punched Peter in the face.”

A wide smile appeared on my lips and I scratched my arm timidly. “I didn’t know what he was going to do, I was just taking precautions.”

Edmund’s laugh quietened as he gazed at me. “I just…I don’t know- I liked you for a long time. After we became friends, I was impatient. I wanted you to know how I felt.”

I drew circles with my thumb into his waist as I stared up at him, his cheeks were tinged pink and he kept scrunching his eyebrows.

“Edmund, what’s wrong?” I inquired, quickly picking up that he was nervous.

“I just…” he began. “I don’t know how to say…”

My eyebrows furrowed as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a sheet of paper and briefly looking at it before shoving it back into his trousers.

Edmund cleared his throat before saying, “I feel like our relationship is working out- wait no, give me a second.”

I giggled a bit as Edmund turned away from me for a brief moment, seemingly talking to himself. He look back at me with a nervous grin and rubbed the back of his neck.

“This was harder than I thought…” he mumbled.

I let my arms drape around his waist as I smiled up at him. “What is it?”

I slipped my hand into his pocket and before he began to protest, the sheet of paper was sitting in my palm. As I began to read, I could clearly tell it wasn’t Edmund’s handwriting; it was Peter’s.

My eyes scanned through it and I felt blood rush to my cheeks when I read the final part…


“(Y/N)?” Edmund questioned as I handed the paper back to him and stepped away from the tree. My eyes turned towards the direction of Cair Paravel and through my pounding heart, I knew that that was where I wanted to stay. Edmund knew that’s where I wanted to stay.


I threw myself at Edmund, surprising both of us, as I clung my hands onto his neck and kissed him passionately.


I felt his heartbeat quicken as kissed me back, equally as passionate. He walked back towards the tree and pushed me softly against it, intertwining our hands as we felt our smiles against each other.

I pulled away and saw Edmund with a small box in his hands.


His eyes and lips shared the same beautiful grin as he gestured for me to open the box. A simple golden band with a diamond sitting in the middle was lying inside.

“Are you asking me to marry you, Edmund Pevensie?” I inquired soothingly. “If so; I’ll possibly consider it.”

The Just King’s laugh echoed throughout the forest as he held me for the thousandth time. And after slipping my engagement ring onto my finger, I asked, “You really had to get Peter’s help?”

His lips pressed against mine to shut me up, and this would continue to happen for years to come.

Soulhates

It was at another one of Gregory Patterson’s parties, that’s when I met her.

She the most disgustingly beautiful person in the room. With emphasis on the disgusting. The way she was looking at everybody like she was better than them. And she wasn’t even touching the cake Gregory made himself from scratch, despite being handed a slice by Gregory himself.

I kept my eye on her from the other side of the room. I wanted to catch her in the act of whatever she was gonna do next. But she didn’t even try hide it. Right in front of Gregory’s face, she grabbed the cake, smooshed it to crumbs and let it fall into the trash can next to her. She didn’t even bother to aim right, and some of the crumbs fell onto the floor.

I gasped, and Gregory had signs of distress on his face. He just moved back. The poor boy, his heart was broken by this witch. I was going to talk to her.

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