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To round up the Agents of SHIELD news from ABC’s upfronts:

  • Agents of SHIELD will be premiering Fridays at 9pm. [source]
  • It’ll be premiering mid-season, after Inhumans has finished airing. [source]
  • ABC have ordered a full 22 episode season. [source]
  • The lead in to Agents of SHIELD will be Once Upon A Time. [source]

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I can’t tell you how touched I am by your concern for my welfare.

bc we‘re doing this lately - chaol

I just wanna share my feelings (SHOCKER). They are not pro-Chaol. They are not anti-Chaol. I liked him in ToG and CoM. His chapters bored me in HoF. In QoS he pissed me off. But I never thought it was his fault Nehemia died and I never thought he was abusive (which some people do apparently???)

When he and Celeana had been doing it for like a week and he was thinking marriage, I was kinda…

Originally posted by oprahgifs

But… I love that he’s loyal af to Dorian. Because I heart Dorian. And he’s an incredibly conflicted character whose notions of right and wrong are constantly being challenged. Which is just part of growing up? And I can Relate.

And the thing is, whatever I feel about him now, I’m sure that after his novel I’ll like him more. I think it will just naturally happen when we learn even more about him (I was thinking, maybe we’ll get flashbacks or history? that’d be cool), so… my feeling about Chaol and his novel are like a… 6/10 right now. Favorable, but nearly neutral.

Believer - Bughead Fic

[A/N: The aftermath of that scene, smuttiness because we all needed it, this is only my second Bughead fic so I’m still finding their voices a little so please bear with me! The song used below is the song from that very scene, it only seemed right. Only briefly proof-read but I will probably go back sometime later tonight and fix any errors I’ve missed, hopefully not too many but I did make the decision to swap tenses halfway through writing this.]


I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That looked at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Take up my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the…

-Imagine Dragons - Believer


The worn leather nestles itself warmly against his neck, fingertips grazing against the frayed polyester cuffs and the smell of faded cigarettes and liquor envelope the air around him.

‘Juggie-’ Her voice wavers with uncertainty, the small smile that had crept its way into the corners of his mouth falls in an instant. 

Betty.

Sorry kid, I didn’t realise you had a lady-friend over.’ The broad Serpent chuckles throatily. 

‘Uh, Betty-’ he offers lamely with an outstretched arm to the door, ‘my girlfriend.’

The Serpents in unison stretch to peer around the door, meekly Betty remains hidden, her slender fingers with periwinkle polish grasping firmly at the edge of the door with knuckles turning white.

‘My-my,’ smirks the leader of the pack, ‘don’t you just paint a familiar picture.’

Betty steps back cautiously as the larger man strains to get a better look, instinctively Jughead’s arm raises against the door-frame offering the bearded man a stern look. Taking a step back he rocks on the heels of his feet, his own hands raised in surrender and a curious gaze playing on his features.

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“I’m not afraid of you!”
“Heh… I like that expression on your face.”

I’m sorry Anon I got too carried away (also yess villain AU aka excuse to make evil Qrow!! We’re lucky he’s in good side because welp imagine what he can do if he’s in another side)

also whyyyy Winter didn’t appear in last episode why RoosterTeeth whyy

Leading Suspects - Chapter 15

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14.

For your reading enjoyment! Love you, @peetabreadgirl! For those who have asked, I do plan on getting this whole thing up on AO3 and FF.net eventually, It just hasn’t been a priority right now.


“This is stupid,” I protest, squirming in their grip. Really, I’m terrified of seeing him again so soon when I still haven’t figured out what yesterday meant and what I’m going to do. I hate not having control of my life and Madge and Jo have seized control and are ordering the mass executions of dissenters.

“It’s brilliant and it’s going to work,” Johanna insists.

“You look amazing, Katniss,” Madge reassures me, referring to the tight as fuck skinny jeans, the loose shirt that falls off one shoulder, and the lacy underthings they somehow managed to procure and forced me into. I think Jo may have broken into my apartment and raided my panty drawer before she came here. They even held me down and forced mascara and lip gloss on my face.

“Peeta won’t be able to resist you, which makes your job easier. And it’s not really a job at all, right? You like him. You think he’s hot. His kisses turn your legs to pudding. And he really likes you. This’ll be good for both of you. I just know it.”

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Dream

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff; Hurt/Comfort 

Summary: Jungkook had been spending a lot of time with you lately, and Namjoon finally thought it was time to confront him about it. 

Word Count: 2844

Originally posted by totallyyehet

Namjoon leaned against the wall and gulped down the water from the clear plastic bottle. Sweat was pouring down the sides of his face, “Hey, do any of you guys know where Jungkook is?” 

It was already late afternoon and Jungkook still hadn’t shown up at the dance studio. This was very unheard of for the boys. Jungkook had always been the one to wake up really early or even pull an all-nighter in the studio to practice, but lately, that wasn’t the case. All the boys knew why he had been this way.

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Flares

Originally posted by diablito666


“Did you guys see that?” One of your friends asked as something whizzed through the sky over head.

“What was it?” You called, grabbing the little pots of soil samples as the rest of your friends hurried out of the wooded area in time to watch something huge fall from the sky with a resounding boom.

The group looked at each other before packing up your kit and slowly making your way to an abandoned building that was in the thick of the woods. Everyone froze when the huge green lump curled on the grip moved and roared at you, naturally the entire group screamed until it was obvious that you’d both scared each other.

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The Neighbors ( 3/?)

 Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You grew up in a small town with you parents and siblings, so your new experience was city life. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing, bad flirting.

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader


 

                                         Part 3 : The PJ Party

     After you shower and make yourself breakfast, you’re more than ready to pass the hell out. You crawl into your bed, pulling the blankets up to your chin and snuggling yourself further into them. You set an alarm for 6:45pm, making sure to give yourself enough time to get ready before going across the hall. As you lay back down, you can’t seem to stop thinking about tonight.

  What am I going to wear? Who the hell has pajama parties anymore? But Sam’s so sweet, like a little puppy. Should I wear what I have on right now?

You pull your blankets away so you can see your pajamas. You have on a pair of comfortable underwear that has flamingos all over them , and another giant band tee shirt.

I can’t wear this. I’ll look like a weirdo! Maybe I can dig out a pair of my old sleep shorts. Yeah, that sounds good.

After 15 more minutes of debating what to wear, you finally doze off.


   Beep Beep Beep

You go to hit the snooze button, but end up knocking the entire clock on the floor.

 "Son of a bitch!“ You roll yourself onto the floor to pick it up and place it back where it was. You’re still not completely awake, so you drag yourself to your bathroom and throw some cold water on your face. When you wake up a little more you start to get yourself ready to go to the guys. You fell asleep with your hair wet, so you try to tame the lions mane that your formed. You manage to smooth out your waves, so they don’t look as chaotic. Perfect start, now let’s find some pants.

 You rip through all of your drawers, looking for the pile of shorts you know you have somewhere. You finally find it in the last drawer. You drop the pile on your bed, picking each pair until you stumble across the winners.

  OH HELL YES.   You pick up a pair that you completely forgot about. They use to be your favorite before you opted for sleeping in just underwear. You slide the shorts on and switch out your band tee for a new shirt.

    You look in the mirror happy with your appearance.Your hair is down in somewhat tamed waves and you decide against makeup. You’re sporting black sleep shorts with a white stripe down the outside of your legs, and a white V-neck tshirt. The shirt wasn’t too baggy but it wasn’t too tight. You twist your body to get a better view of the back to make sure everything looks alright.

   Damn, did they always make my ass look like this…? You notice that the shorts cling on to the curve of your ass perfectly, but you can’t tell if they’re appropriate or not for tonight. You look at your clock to see how much time you have left. It’s already 7:50? How is that even possible? You decide to leave the shorts on, but you throw on some slipper boots, grab your phone and make your way across the hall.

 Before you knock on their door, you take a deep breath. Remember, they are just normal people. That occasionally save the world. And are hot. Super hot superheros. Damn it, Y/n! You make yourself blush, but knock on the door anyway.

  Sam answers and pulls you inside. You look around, noticing that all the boxes are gone and that it looks almost exactly like the setup of your apartment.

  "Well what do you think? I set everything up while those two slept last night.” You keep glancing around, noticing the décor and how awesome everything really looks. It was just a typical guy’s apartment, but it was really tidy. It was clean and simple. You love it.

“Sam it looks incredible! It’s so neat and organized,” you say as he leads you to the couch. When you look down at it, your eyes light up. It’s the biggest couch you’ve ever seen. The kind that people only see in the super expensive store. The cushions are  almost the size of a small bed and look so soft. Huh, must be from Stark.

You look at Sam before you dive onto the couch like a child. He lets out hearty laugh then follows your lead throwing himself down next to you.

“You know Y/n, you can’t have a pajama party without a fort…” Your eyes light up like a child’s on Christmas morning.

That’s it. He’s my new bestfriend.

“You’re totally right, Sam. You know what else? Candy, can’t have a pajama party without candy.”

You both just stare at each other before he speaks, “Did we just become best friends?” You both have the biggest, dorkiest smiles on your faces.

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“Yep!” Oh my God, he just quoted Step Brothers with me. Well played Wilson, well played.

               “Fucking finally someone to get my movie quotes! Those two still aren’t caught up to this time period, all my good reference go right over their heads,” he angrily confesses. You let out a snort and put your hand on his shoulder.

  “This is going to be a beautiful friendship, Sam Wilson.” He throws a fist into the air in celebration. Just then, Steve and Bucky walk through the doors with 4 boxes of pizza and a couple bottles of Pepsi.

When they see you, they both smile and say hello while they drop the items off at the counter.

Bucky gives you both a suspicious glance. “What did you two do? You look guilty.” Sam rolls his eyes, you laugh and shrug your shoulders.

“Nothing, yet.” You and Sam burst into a fit of giggles, and that causes Steve to laugh. Bucky just rolls his eyes as he walks over and sits down next to you, handing you a plate of pizza.You thank him, and watch as Steve brings Sam his. Sam picks a movie out of his very large movie collection and plays it without telling anyone what he chose.  Before you know it, the opening credits to Billy Madison starts playing, and you almost spit out your pizza.

  “THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST MOVIES,” you yell in excitement. Sam throws his hand up for a high-five, and you gladly give it to him.

  “At least someone likes my movie choices,” he exclaims. Both of his roommates roll their eyes and continue eating.

   “So Sam…fort time?” You ask, sending him an excited grin. He jumps up, ready to do it right that second. Bucky’s expression lights up too. I already love all of them.

“That’s what you two were plotting when we got here? Steve says. “No way! No forts! Buck and Sam can’t stand each other in normal spaces, I’m not dealing with them arguing over a fort.” You all huff in response to Steve’s parent-like attitude.

  You hear Sam mumble what you think is ‘Captain Buzzkill’. Bucky just flicks Steve off, earning him a glare. You laugh, noticing a smile on Steve’s lips as you do. All of a sudden, you feel a cool metal hand lay gently on your bare thigh. You look towards Bucky, raising your eyebrow. What is he doing?

“You know Doll, if you want to fool around in a fort we could always build one in my room. I could show you a few things, if you- “

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  Steve cuts him off by whipping a pillow at him. Bucky glares at him, sending you a wink. “The offers always open.” You roll your eyes, and he squeezes your thigh before removing his hand. Way to be discreet Barnes.

   Halfway through the movie, when everyone was full and finished eating, Bucky turns to you and asks, “So Y/n, have you always lived in New York?” The way he asks makes you think he already knows the answer. I bet anything they had Stark do a background check on me to make sure I’m not a stalker. Not surprising. You tell him about your hometown and the need for a change. As he keeps asking your questions, Sam and Steve join in. After Sam asks about your best friend, you decide it’s your turn.

“Woah woah woah, it’s my turn to ask guys!” They all nod in agreement, so you continue. “How long after you met me did it take for you guys to have Tony Stark run a background check on me?” They were all silent, until Bucky speaks up.

“Wow doll, you think we would have Stark do a background check on you? How cold.” You start to feel guilty and are about to apologize before he continues, “We had Natasha do it. If you want snooping done right, you’ve gotta have a spy do it.” He winks at you and you smack his arm.

“You ass! I almost felt bad about that!” He just chuckles and moves to his next question.

“So sweetheart, are you single?” Steve spits out his Pepsi, right at Sam, and Sam lets out a string of profanities.

“Jesus Buck, way to be subtle,” Steve mumbles. You can see a faint blush on his cheeks.

You let out a light laugh, “It’s okay Steve, I had a feeling it would be asked. And yes Bucky, I’m single. Are all of you?” You hold your breath, half wanting to hear Steve’s answer, half not wanting to know.

They all answer yes .Looks like the Universe is on my side for once.

    The night continues with random questions, some funny, some serious. By the time you all seem to run out of questions,  it’s about 4 a.m. In one night, you feel like they know you more than most people. You tell them about your family, past relationships, more about your best friend. It’s so easy to talk to them that everything just flows out. You also find out more about them than you could imagine. From their lives before the Avengers, to what they do in their spare time. You even unwillingly learned of Sam’s shit schedule, thanks to Bucky. When you go to leave the guys’ apartment, you hug them all goodbye. You notice Steve and Buckys hugs last a little longer than Sam’s does for you. You aren’t going to think too much into it though. Bucky offers to walk you to your door, which sends a laugh through you.

“Barnes, it’s literally 15 steps away.” He shrugs his shoulders, resting his hand on your lower back guiding you to the hall.

“I’m from the ‘40s, it’s the gentleman thing to do. Just humor me, doll.” You shiver at the nickname and a blush blooms across your features. You don’t miss the victorious smirk on his face.  if it was really part of the '40s charm, why Steve didn’t offer? Oh well. When you reach your door, you give him another hug, and turn to unlock it. When you turn back around, Bucky’s eyes are still lingering where your ass was just a minute ago. You clear your throat and cross your arms.

“My eyes are up here, Doll.” You smirk. Bucky blushes at being caught red-handed.

“Goodnight Y/n,” he says. You take that as your cue to step into your home. As you’re stepping away, Barnes lands a decent smack on your ass. You let out a yelp but by the time you turn around he’s already at his door and laughing.

Being a gentleman my ass. What the hell am I getting myself into?

Originally posted by klausizking

First Comes Love, Then Comes Marriage...

Pairings: Dean x Reader (Series Rewrite Setting)
Word Count: 8,896. 
Summery: The boys have been gone for over a month now. But after being reunited once again with the man you love, there’s a surprise waiting for him. 
Warnings: Spoilers for season eleven and twelve! “First Blood” to be exact. (If you squint just enough, this just might be considered a rewrite.) Mary might be a bit OOC. Also, mentions of pregnancy/miscarriages.

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

I know what you’re thinking; Shouldn’t this be the second part to “Sam, Interrupted” and not some drabble that turned into a monster, Danielle?! Sigh. I’m so far behind on writing/this season in general. But this came out after I have been wondering what might happen in season twelve with the reader in my rewrite series. (As some of my amazing followers sent in some ideas of their own.) You don’t need to have read it to enjoy, but since a lot of people seem to like the dynamics between the both of them, I decided to give you guys a treat! Also, “Swamp Meat” rewrite for my lovely Sam girls is in the works, too. ;) For those who want to embark on a fourteen page journey that took me two days to write, enjoy! 

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Dripping wet part 2

Calum Hood - 1701 words

You can read part 1 right here.

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By now the party was in full swing. People were grinding on each other in our living room, there was one girl puking in the toilet with the door open, much to my dismay, and outside the not-so-drunk posse was just chilling and enjoying the chill air of impending summer. I dragged my alcohol deprived ass towards the kitchen, pushing past a few of giggling girls, eyeing Luke from afar. He always had that kind of influence on people. “Hit me up.” I yell over the music to Luke pouring drinks, his smile immediately a bit brighter as he spots me walking over to him.

“Glad you could make it.” I roll my eyes as I push myself up on the counter, feet dangling as I watch him fill a plastic cup with the light yellow liquid. I merely nod my head as I already lift the now full cup to my lips, taking a small sip as I let my eyes roam over the people Luke had invited. “You have shit friends.” It draws a chuckle from Luke’s lips, his fist punching my shoulder lightly before he starts to fill his own cup. “Be careful what you say, that means you’re the shittiest of them all.”
“I actually might be.” I joke in return, my gaze catching Calum, lounging on the living room sofa with a cigarette between his lips. He’s animatedly speaking to a guy, I think his name was Michael, his own cup dangling from his hand, leaning over the sofa.

“Are you digging Michael?” A sudden voice pulls my from my trance and I whip my head around so quick I think I might have given myself a whiplash. “What?”
“I could hit you up if you’d like.” Luke wiggles his eyebrows and now it’s my turn to punch him roughly in the gut. His breath leaves his lungs in a whiff and I can’t help but grin when he tries to regain his breath. “I am not interested in Michael. Besides, I’ve met him once, remember? If I wanted him I would’ve taken him then.”

“Damn girl don’t have to be so harsh on me.” Luke huffs out as soon as he can get the sweet air in his lungs again, but by then I am already back on my feet. “Y/n!” The sweet voice of Wendy chimes from behind me and I slowly turn on my heel, granting my only girl friend with a large grin. “Wen, didn’t know you were coming.” I let her press her lips against my cheek, my hand briefly resting on her upper arm to steady myself.

“I can’t miss out on an opportunity to dominate the dance floor with my girl!” A hearty laugh leaves my lips and I let her pull me towards the living room – a.k.a. the make shift dancefloor – as I wave at Luke. I discard my cup somewhere along the way, the contents already emptied.
“Those boys know how to throw a party! Whoo!” Wendy grabs my arms and swings them around, drawing another chuckle from my lips. Wendy was always a happy-go-lucky girl and I appreciated that about her. I wasn’t much fan of drama – but who was? – and the fact that she never brought any along made me decide to become friends in the first place.

I hum along in agreement, but my eyes already have found Calum again. His cigarette was discarded in an ashtray nearby and this time his gaze wasn’t focused on Michael, it was on me. As soon as our gazes meet he grants me with a small smile and a wink and I remember my thoughts from earlier on the evening. I start to swing my hips along to the beat a lot more deliberately, making sure I put on a show for my flat mate.

“Still crushing on the Kiwi, are you?” Wendy chuckles as she follows my lead, throwing a look over her shoulder to see where my gaze is transfixed on. I shrug my shoulders as I meet her gaze once more. “At least it’s not a banana.” This draws a fit of giggles from her lips, her hand slapped in front of her mouth to lower the sound. “Damnit now I have to pee. I’ll be back.” Wendy dismisses me quickly and I decide to just stay here, dancing along. It was actually quite fun when I forgot people were probably staring at my horrendous dancing.

I freeze in my spot when I feel his hands land on my hips, his front pressed tightly against my back. “Having fun?” I hum in response, keeping the swaying of my hips going while I lean into his large frame. “I see so.”
I turn around, my hands resting on his chest to steady my poor balance, my head lifting to catch his gaze. “What brings you here?” I joke, letting Calum lead me away from the middle of our living room and to the side. Suddenly I am pressed against the wall, Calum leaning against it as he corners me, making my small frame disappear behind his large one.

“You think I didn’t know you were secretly watching me? If I had had any chance myself I would’ve done the same thing.” He whispers, his hot breath flowing past my ear, shivers immediately emanating all over my sweaty body. I feel him press his large frame even more against my trapped one, heating my body in an instance.

The words that had left his lips hit me only moments after, a rush of heat downing on me, dampening my knickers in a split second. “Interested?” I blink slowly, furrowing my eyebrows as he stares down at me. “Huh?”
“Are you interested?” The scowl doesn’t leave my lips and I hear him sigh before he closes the distance between us and catches my lips with his. He pulls back just the tiniest bit, our lips still touching as he whispers. “This.”

I let my eyelids flutter closed as I pull him back towards me, crushing our lips harshly back together. My back bounces off the wall again and Calum’s hands slither towards my bum, cupping both cheeks in his hands as he pulls me back towards him. “Upstairs.” I mumble against his lips, my flat hands pushing against his chest as I guide him towards the stairs.

I’m slammed against the recently closed door of Calum messy room, my hands roaming through his hair, occasionally pulling on the thick strands, earning a groan from his plump lips. His hands start to unbutton my shirt as my hands immediately fumble with his jeans, my hand sliding in as soon as the zipper is halfway down and palming him through his boxers. He stills his movements for a second to groan into my neck before my shirt flies across the room in record speed.

“Fuck. Come on.” Calum groans as his teeth sink into my neck, his hands pressing at my bottom again as he lifts me off of the floor and traps me against the door again. He’s grinding his crotch against my damp core and I can’t help but moan out, the sounds muffled by Calum’s lips against mine.
He carries me over to his small one person bed, lying me down before following suit after and covering my body with his. His fingers reach behind my back to unclasp my bra, my own hands occupied with ridding him of his tight, white shirt.

He stands back to his feet and pushes his jeans down to his ankles himself, his gaze never once leaving mine as I rid myself of my trousers. He stands still momentarily, his fingers curled around his shaft as his gaze flicks from my breasts to my still clothed core. As he walks over, one of his hands reaches for the waistband and slowly, seductively, pulls them down.
“I would take my time but I just can’t wait any longer.” Calum groans, his fingertips lightly brushing over my sides as he crawls back over me. “Then quit stalling.”

I feel his thick erection brush against my wet core as he positions himself on top of me, my nails already grasping for his prominent biceps. He doesn’t give me any warning as he slowly pushes in, a huff of a breath leaving his lips while he buries his face in my shoulder, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses along his path. He starts moving rhythmically, it almost seems as if he is moving along to the thumping beat sounding through the speakers downstairs, his biceps flexing as he tries to keep himself upright.

He hits just the right spot which makes me cry out in pure bliss, Calum stopping momentarily to gaze at me in wonder. “More..” I breathe, pulling me towards me and throwing my legs around his hips to create a different angle. He starts thrusting more violently, raising his body back to watch me rapidly speed towards my orgasm. “Harder Cal, please.” I moan out, throwing my head back as I clutch my eyes closed. It seems to only edge him on, his pace picking up, hitting the right spot over and over again, the black spots appearing in front of my eyes.

“Oh Cal I –“ I stutter out, my walls clenching around his thick cock as my orgasm crashes over me. Calum keeps up his relentless pace, fucking me through my orgasm and chasing his own. It doesn’t take him long before he stills, stuttering inside me and dropping down with a loud huff. He lets himself glide off of me, his arm push underneath my head as he discard of the condom he somewhere along the way seemed to have pulled on. Thank you Cal.

I’m staring at the ceiling, waiting for Calum to tell me to get the fuck out of his bed but all of a sudden he pulls me closer to his sweaty, scorching chest and a chuckle rumbles in his chest. “I never thought you were this verbal.” Calum’s loud laughter booms through the small room. My flat hand connects with his chest briefly as I roll my eyes, settling against his warm chest. “Dick.”

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Lots of love,
L. xox

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Beast King GoLion 12 - Evildoing of the Emperor

Even after hearing the warning about the dangers of traveling to Planet Jarre, Fala, along with Kurogane, Suzuishi and Seidou are determined to help liberate the planet from Galra reign. Though Kogane was against it at first, he realizes he cannot change the minds of his teammates and joins them on their mission.

Yes, I am asexual. No, its not because I haven’t met “the right guy”. No, its not a phase. Why is it so hard for some people to comprehend that I don’t want to have sex?

I want to snuggle into your arm on the couch with a warm blanket watching my favourite movie, talk about nothing and everything with you, star gaze in silence but a thousand words spoken. I want to bake a cake with you but throw some flour leading to a food fight, I want a relationship where I can be comfortable around you, I want to go to the aquarium with you and the zoo. I want to watch the sunset with you, you wrapping your arms around my waist and giving little shoulder pecks when I’m not facing you. I don’t need sex to know you love me.

Why am I being discriminated with all the things above? Its not my fault I don’t want to have sex with you after we met 5 minutes ago, I don’t want to have anything ‘there’. I’m sorry to my EX boyfriend who left me for my friend after I refused to have sex with him after a 2 year relationship. Please respect my sexuality and don’t hate on asexuals, we’re human too.

Dancing Lessons

A little fic for the berry-blue boy! Took me a little bit to get this in a way I was happy with. Sorry for the wait :) 
Anon message: 

“I know a story for da loud blue boi! So (Y/N) is a dance studio owner thing, and has been a friend of Amy but has never met Team Markiplier. Buuuut, Amy wants to learn to slow dance with Mark so Mark, Ethan and Amy visit (Y/N)! As (Y/N) needs a partner they bring Ethan as Kathryn and Tyler cant go XD Hope it helps!”   

Y/E/C- your eye colour

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Originally posted by dork-iplier

“Wait, I thought we were going for ice-cream,” Ethan said as Amy pulled up outside a large building. 
“I think that’s after the dancing lessons,” Mark replied. “Weren’t you listening to Amy’s proposal about the lessons?” 
Ethan scrunched his nose and shook his head, “I heard ice-cream and stopped listening. Everything else was just irrelevant.” 
Amy laughed, “I said that I would get you both ice-cream if you would come to a slow-dancing lesson with me. The instructor is a friend and I’ve always wanted to learn.” 
“I was scammed!” Ethan exclaimed dramatically. “You can’t start off a cross-road deal with ice-cream and then drop the bombshell when I was distracted!”
“Next time, listen to Amy then,” Mark chuckled. The three exited the car with Amy leading the way into the building. 
Ethan couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. He has never slow danced before. Maybe at his prom, but he felt this was going to be a lot different than swaying awkwardly to bad music. 

“Ahh, you’re here, Amy!” A voice called across the vast floor space. Amy hugged, who Ethan guessed, was the instructor, and turned to introduce them. 
“Mark, Ethan, this is (Y/N). They own the studio and will be giving us a private lesson!” Amy said excitedly. 
“So, she managed to rope the two of you in,” (Y/N) chuckled, shaking their hands politely. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard quite a bit about the two of you. How’d she get you to come?” 
“She promised me ice-cream,” Ethan mumbled and (Y/N) laughed. 
“Ahh, I understand completely then,” They grinned. “So, I assume Amy you’ll be with Mark. Leaving Ethan to my mercy!” 
(Y/N) beamed and Ethan blushed, “I’ve never slow-danced before.” 
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” 
The two pairs stepped into the center of the room and (Y/N) started with hand placements. Explaining where each dancers hands should go on their partners, depending on who was leading and following. 
“So, Ethan and Mark, put your right hand on your partners left hip and take their right hand in your left.” (Y/N) instructed, placing her left hand on Ethan shoulder. 
The blue boy felt his cheeks flush slightly as he dropped his hand to their waist. Unfazed by the touch, (Y/N) told them to stand slightly apart, or (if they really wanted to) have their bodies touching. But this would cause a slight problem when started moving since they needed to move their feet around their partners.
Of course, Mark pulled Amy as close as he could and grinned down at her. 
Ethan felt his arm twinge to move (Y/N) closer, but he respectfully kept the distance between them. 

“Alright, traditionally the men lead with the dance. But, Amy if you feel confident enough you can throw Mark around by leading with your raised hands.” (Y/N) continued and the pair laughed. “Move your feet one at a time, following your partners movements with your own. Try not to look down too much as well. Keep your eyes level and just let the music guide your feet.” 
(Y/N) smiled at Ethan and the Youtuber nodded. He hoped they couldn’t feel the sweat gathering on his palm. Butterflies began to take flight as the music picked up in volume. 
When the tempo started up, Ethan tugged (Y/N) to the right, sliding his right foot across the floor, swaying his weight with the movement. 
(Y/N) gracefully moved with him. Her body shadowing his own as they began to turn in a slow circle about the floor. 
He felt his feet knock theirs and he blurted out an apology. 
“It happens. At least you say ‘sorry’,” (Y/N) replied warmly. 
They twirled with the slow tempo, Ethan gently pulling (Y/N) with him as they danced. Finding the music taking over his body and his feet instinctively moving with (Y/N)’s. 
It wasn’t hard to keep eye contact with (Y/N), their (Y/E/C) eyes like liquid gems. Captivating him in their gaze. 
“Ouch! Mark! Watch your footing,” Amy hissed. 
“(Y/N) said not to watch my feet!” Mark rebuked, “Who’s leading here? I thought you were leading.” 
“(Y/N) said the male traditionally leads. I was letting you guide me.” 

(Y/N) chuckled and pulled away from Ethan. Her hands lingered in his for a moment before she approached the couple and started instructing them. Moving their hands in the proper positions and counting the steps till they managed to get the tempo right and glide a little awkwardly around the room. 
Ethan walked up to (Y/N) and took her hands in his again. He found he wasn’t ready to end the dancing yet. 
They grinned at him allowed the blue-berry to drift along behind Mark and Amy.
The couple looked over at Ethan, grinning slyly. Amy doubted it would take much to get Ethan to do another lesson with them again.  

Good Girl Ch 21: This Is Not A Date

“This is ridiculous,” Baekhyun groans from my bed where him and a few others are sprawled out on, all voicing their hatred for this whole endeavor.

“I agree with you all, this is being made a bigger deal than needed,” I glare at Tao who is in charge of getting me dressed for my dinner with Jiyong. Like I expected, they couldn’t do much to stop his demand for my company, not that I mind. It felt like forever since someone treated me my age.

“Tao,” Kris growls, “Is the fancy lingerie really necessary?” All twelve men scan me from head to toe, taking in the pretty lace bralette and matching panties I’m standing there wearing.

“It’s cute, plus we get to think about it the whole time she is out and he’ll have no idea how amazing she looks underneath.” Tao smirks devilishly at me.

“And the outfit?” I question staring at the dozen dresses he has thrown on the floor, only one hanging up still, it’s the one that Jiyong sent with a formal invitation to dinner.

“I want to find something close to it so you’re wearing the clothes we bought for you, not the ones that asshole did,” He glares at the beautiful dress. I sigh, tired of this drama, and grab the dress off the hanger before pulling it on. “Baby!” Tao whines.

“Daddy,” I say sternly as I pull on the heels that go with it, “He would notice and get mad. I don’t want to get you guys in trouble for something so small.”

He sighs, coming over he places a hand on my back that brings me close, “You shouldn’t have to be doing things like this, we should have protected you from him.

“You guys are doing a great job protecting me, I’m well fed, happy. And I don’t have to do anything, I’m going because it causes less drama for you and your business and because I enjoy my conversations with Jiyong oppa.”

“I’m very annoyed with how perfect that dress is on you,” Kai pouts from the bed. I click into the closet to give myself a once over. Like normal Chen helped me with my hair so the curls are resting naturally down my back, I let Baekhyun do my makeup, which he is surprisingly very good at. Looking down at my outfit I’m very happy with Jiyong’s choice. It’s a black A-line with a sweetheart neckline that makes my natural curves standout more, the matching stilettos with a bow top it off. Kai is right, it’s perfect, cute but sexy.

“Thank you guys for not rallying and starting a gang war about this.”

Suho chuckles, “Chanyeol tried but with only Kai, Baekhyun, and Sehun backing him, he lost majority vote.”

I eye the giant, “I would go to war for you baby,” He gives me that smile.

“Please don’t, I am not worth a war.”

This time Xiumin approaches me, obviously upset by my words, “You are worth a war a million times over. If he wanted more than dinner, there would be a war without question. If he tires to hurt you or even makes you uncomfortable you tell us, we will start a goddamn war.”

“Daddy, I said no war. We will both behave, have dinner, and he will bring me home.”

“God,” Luhan groans, “I feel like we’re actual fathers getting our daughter ready for her first date.”

“Don’t say that,” Baekhyun shakes his head, “I’m not having thoughts any father should have right now.” Chen swats at him.

“Do I have a curfew?”

“I don’t know, if we can set rules on like that when it comes to something like this,” Suho thinks.

“He should be here in a few, we can talk about it down stairs,” Xiumin decides taking me hand and leading me out of the room with the other boys in tow. By the time we reach the door someone is ringing the doorbell; as expected it’s Jiyong in a nice black suit. He looks right past the boys to me, beaming he walks right in and up to me.

“You look beautiful!” He is grinning ear to ear, I can’t help but smile back at such a handsome face.

“I already want to change my mind,” Xiumin grumbles as he continues pulling me along into the living room.

“You’re new ring goes wonderful with that outfit,” Jiyong scans me, but when he notices the other ring on my hand he stops. “That one, not so much.” He grabs my hand once we reach the living room to look at the new addition. It’s the ring my daddies bought me as soon as we left the office, it’s a beautiful golden ring with xoxo engraved on it and a pretty good-sized diamond on it.

“You’re the one that said they could claim me as well,” I tease the older man.

“I’m regretting it.”

I scoff, “We both know if I’m taking one of these rings off it’s yours.”

He sighs, “I know, forget I said anything. Lets go eat.”

“Wait a minute,” Suho blocks the doorway with Sehun and Kai flanking him, their arms crossed over their chests, now I understand what Baekhyun meant earlier. “We need to talk about a few things before hand.”

“Like what?” Jiyong snaps.

I take my hand away from him to stand closer to Xiumin, “Like what time they want me home, where we will be going, no excessive touching, no running off to Paris.”

“You guys talked about this in detail?” He cocks an eyebrow at me.

“No, you remind me of Jihyo and she tends to forget these kinds of things so I figured you were the same.”

“Fine, what time would you like her home by?” Jiyong cross his arms over his chest and looks at the wall of men in front of the doorway.

“9,” Sehun deadpans.

“It’s already 7. Midnight.”

“She has a bedtime,” Suho says this time.

Jiyong gives me a questioning look, “You weren’t kidding about the whole daddy, rules thing.”

I shrug, “Told you.”

“You are making an acceptation.”

“I agree,” I smile at my daddies. “I promise we will be good.”

“You guys are going to all of that time at a restaurant talking?” Kris doesn’t seem to believe us.

“It’ll take us an hour to get into town, we’ll eat and talk for three and I’ll have her home by midnight.”

They all share a look and I can tell they are about to cave. Grinning big at the idea of my first time out since this all happened I quickly kiss each other daddies on the lips before grabbing Jiyong’s hand and pulling him to the door. I yell over my shoulder, “Love you all, be back tonight!” Jiyong is grinning next to me, he quickly takes the lead throwing me into his black sports car before climbing in on his side.

“I’m not having you back by midnight.” He quickly whips out of the driveway and speeds down the road.

“Shit, at this rate we’ll be in town in half the time,” I pull on my seat belt, worried for my safety.

“They seem very strict.”

I shrug, “They aren’t that bad, more rules than I’ve ever had but I don’t do much anyway.”

“You aren’t a crazy girl with boys blowing up her phone every second of everyday?”

“You are confusing me for Jihyo.”

“There is that name again, Jihyo, I would like to meet this girl if she reminds you of me.”

“She is probably more your type anyway.”

He glances at me, “What makes you think you know my type? We don’t know each other that well for you to know those things.”

“I can just guest.”

“Please tell me what kind of women I like, oh wise Jooyoung.”

I sink lower into my seat as I stare at him, “You like the beautiful bad girl. The one with short skirts and leather pants. She spends more money on her shoes than her rent, that is if she pays for them at all.”

“Not bad, I have to admit. That is a very close description to the sluts I normally fuck with, but very far from the type of girl I see myself in an actual relationship with.”

“Relationship? You want to settle down?”

He nods, “I want nothing more than to have someone at home to welcome me warmly with a smile on their face.”

“That isn’t hard to find.”

“Try living like me Beautiful. My life isn’t simple, most women who see me, fear me, or want me for power. It is hard to find someone like you.” We ride in silence the rest of the way, I feel kind of guilty for assuming so much about him when I know nothing beyond the fact that he’s the head of the mafia. I switch from staring at his face that is being illuminated by the dash and looking out the window into the darkness. When we finally get into town it’s only 7:30, he’s speed only decreases slightly but he continues to follow his own traffic rules. By the time we pull up to the restaurant my hands are cramping from gripping the door handle so hard.

He chuckles as I massage my hands once we step out of the car, “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

I glare at him, “I’m calling bullshit.”

“Come on Beautiful, I’m starving,” He offers me an arm that I wrap mine around. With a little smirk he walks me towards the set of tall black doors, they burst open scaring the crap out of me, I tighten my grip on Jiyong’s arm. “It’s okay, they are just going to greet us.”

“Greet us?”

Beyond the door are two lines, one on their side of the door, all bowing deeply to greet us, but mostly Jiyong. “Welcome Black Dragon,” The group says in unison.

“Everyone scram, you scaring my guest,” Heads turn up to look at me at his words. Men and women alike were utterly surprised to see me on his arm, their wide eyes and hanging jaws told me it all. When no one moves Jiyong snaps at them again, “I said scram!” With that they all scattered, creating chaos for a moment as they run around like chickens with their heads cut off.

I laugh, “Do they do this all the time?”

“This is a first, they usually respond right away. They must be distracted by my date.”

“This is not a date,” I deadpan taking my arm away from his.

He pouts, “This is a date.”

“We are two friends out getting dinner.”

“Beautiful,” He huffs.

“Oppa,” I huff back.

He sighs, “Fine, this is not a date. Now may we please go eat?”

“Yes,” I give him a victorious smirk, looping my arm with his once again. He leads me past the beautiful entry way into the darkly lit dining room. I’m surprised to find it empty and all the candles on the table are out. Without hesitation he leads me to the single table with a candle still lit, like a gentleman he pulls out my chair for me. “Did you buy the whole place out?” I tease, placing the napkin on my lap as he takes his seat across from me.

A smirk spreads across his face, “This is my place.”

I roll my eyes, “Of course it is. You didn’t have to close the place down, that is unless you are embarrassed of being seen with me.”

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t have put that ring on you if I didn’t feel anything but fondness for you. I just want all of your attention.”

“I can focus on someone when other people are in the room, you know.”

“People would be staring, trying to talk to me to be polite, I can’t stand people. I liked the bubble we had at the office, just us, I wanted that again.”

I nod, “Fair enough. What are we going to be having for dinner?”

“You can pick from the menu, we have a very wide variety of foods,” He hands me one of them menus in front of him. “Anything to drink? Martini, wine, margarita?”

“Water is fine.”

“Please get something other than water.”

I sigh, “Fine, some wine would be great with a steak.”

“That is easy enough,” He claps his hands three times, right away there is a man coming from the kitchen doors to our table. The man is probably not much older than me, early twenties, he’s handsome even with such a cold face. “Two glasses of my favorite wine and begin bringing out number three.” The man nods before rushing back into the kitchen without a word.

“So tell me Mr. Mobster, why did you want to have dinner so bad?”

“I’m not 100% sure, it may be the lack of fear in your eyes, or you’re cute curiosity in things you should run away from.”

“Could I ask you something?”

He nods.

“Are you above my daddies?”

“Above in ranking?” I nod. “They are the head of their group, I am the head of mine, we are technically on the same level.”

“What do you mean by technically?”

He relaxes into his chair as he explains, “We may be the same position but our groups are on different levels. We are involved in different things, they are focused on guns, animals, and information.”

“And you?”

“You promise not to be upset?” I hesitate answering, not sure I can promise something when I don’t really know how I will react. After nibbling on my lip for a minute I nod, letting him know to go on. “We deal with drugs, people, and moving money.”

“People,” I echo.

He nods, “Do I need to give you a minute?”

I shake my head as I try to let that information go in one ear and out the other, “Don’t give me time because I will only talk myself into a hole I don’t know if I’ll be able to get myself out of, can we talk about something else?”

He tires to change the conversation, “How was school?”

I’m happy with his attempt but bust out with, “How do you expect me to talk about something as boring as school when you sell people?”

“I sell people,” He confirms.

“How can my daddies think I would get upset at them for selling guns, animals, and information, when you sell people?” For some reason I can’t seem to wrap my mind around how a person could do that to another human being.

“They have to do a lot of bad things to get those things, they have to kill and torture to keep their secrets and to get other peoples’. Like I said Beautiful, my life is not simple. Either is theirs’.”

“How much more dangerous are you than them?”

He doesn’t understand at first, “I don’t know how you want me to answer that.”

“Lets say on like a scale of 1 to 10, what are my daddies?”

“9.”

“And you?”

“Solid 12.”

“Why?”

“Because they have sort of a democracy amongst each other, they can’t do things unless they have a majority rule. They also have each other, even though they are half siblings they grew up raising each other. They have things to loose, things people could hold over their heads, friends, parents, more family. I, on the other hand, rule alone. I have no one but my right hand men and even most of them are expendable. They all know I wouldn’t bat an eye if they got taken. I’m alone, no friends, no family, no lover.” There is a coldness growing in his eyes that gives me a chill.

I feel the need to be playful to get that horrible look away. “What does that make me? I thought we were friends.”

He cracks a smile, “True, you are, for the first time in my life, my weak spot.”

“Wow, your weak spot already after a few days? What does that get me, a look and a phone call to ask how much the ransomed is?”

“It means I would make sure no one can take you in the first place,” He is suddenly serious again as he stares at me from across the table with affection in his eyes. The first course comes along with a bottle of wine, my mouth is watering at such a delicious sight. The food is absolutely amazing and so is the wine, that I’ve somehow already downed two glasses of. Time flies by quickly with many different conversions that I would have never thought I would talk about, soon the bottle is empty and I’m pretty sure Jiyong is only on his second one by dessert, oops.

“You shouldn’t let me drink.” I’m a bit passed buzzed where my little side has been popping her head into the conversation, giggling like an idiot and making me feel like a dumbass.

He laughs, “I’m happy I did, you are adorable.”

I groan, “Everyone loves me when I’m drunk because I’m so cute and loveable and not a bitch like I am normally.”

“You are not a bitch. I prefer you when you are your normal self, I like your fiest.”

I give him a sad smile, “Thank you for being one of few. My daddies hate it when I’m big.” There it is again, my constant insecurity about how the men who abducted me feel when I’m not little.

“They do not hate you.”

I sniffle, “Yea they do. Xiumin and Kris only scold me now because I want to do things for myself. Kyungsoo won’t let me watch him cook anymore since I keep trying to help but it’s too dangerous. They all just get so distant when I’m myself. I know Chen told me it’s because my big side is too much temptation but I’m calling bullshit! They just hate the real me,” I cry. Once I realize how stupid I’m acting I try to stop the tears but they don’t want to listen. “God I’m such an idiot! Who cries over shit like this?”

Jiyong is around the table with his arm around me shushing me sweetly, “I told you, they do not hate you. I’ve seen them with women they hate, you are a queen in their eyes. Please stop crying.”

“Can you take me home? I just want to go to bed,” I sniffle, letting him wipe away a few of my tears.

“Of course, can you walk?”

I nod but still accept his arm when he offers it. I sway slightly but manage to make it to the car without an incident. The drive home is not as awkward as I thought it would be, we didn’t talk but he refused to let my hand go. It was comforting the way his thumb drew circles around on the back of my hand. He drove the speed limit on the way back, giving me time to cool down before I have to deal with the dozens of questions that we both know are going to come.

Pulling up to the house Jiyong reaches for his door to walk me up, “It’s okay, I can walk to the door myself.”

“Let me walk you in,” He says sternly but I shake my head.

“I was stupid and drank too much of your probably thousand dollar bottle of wine and cried because people don’t like me on only our second time meeting. Let me have some self respect tonight.”

“Fine.”

I smile at him gratefully, “Thank you so much for a night Oppa, I had so much fun. I’m sorry for ruining it by crying.”

“I’m happy I was there to comfort you. We’re friends, it’s what I’m here for. If you ever need someone to talk to about this, I’m here. I’ve never been anyone’s person to call when they are upset, but I’d think I could do it for you.”

“So cheesy Oppa,” I laugh. “Thank you again for dinner and being a good friend, I’ll see you again.”

“Of course, you have a good night.”

I give him one last smile before getting out and going to the door. The door is surprisingly unlocked, but I still go inside, locking it behind me. Standing in the door for a minute a sad feeling settle in my belly when the whole house is dark. Did no one wait up for me even after throwing a fit about me going? It’s 1 in the morning so of course they went to bed, why would they wait up for me? I’m a big girl remember? I don’t need anyone to take care of me! Than why do I feel so small right now, why do I feel like crying at the fact that no one cared if I got home okay? Like the baby that I am I start to sniffle once again, not caring now that I’m alone how stupid I might look.

“Joo-ya?” Daddy calls from the living room.

“Daddy.” I say back in a small voice.

I hear him shuffling to me from the living room, “Are you crying? What’s wrong?”

“No one wanted to greet me,” I cry. “No one cared that I got home safe. But I’m a big kid so I shouldn’t cry about stupid things.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Yes I’m drunk! So you should be happy, I’m little right now. I’m small and weak and crying and all I want right now is a hug.”

His arms are around me in a second, holding me to him firmly, kissing my hair, “Why in the world is my baby crying?”

“Because no one was happy that I’m home, because I’ve been big lately. No one likes me when I’m big.”

“Baby, we love you all the time.”

“No!” I snap back pushing out of his embrace. “You have been avoiding me! You constantly ask me where is your little girl, where is she? I’m not always going to be in a little state of mind, why? Because I’m not a little kid! I’m fucking 17 years old. You guys tell me that you love me and that you’ll protect me but I’m calling bullshit on all of that because the moment I become myself you all treat me like I have the plague. I should just leave now before you guys get bored with me so I can still have some pride.”

His arms are around me again, holding me tighter, his is in the crook of my neck, “Don’t say things like that. You are not going anywhere.” He kisses me softly at first on neck, leaving a trail of kisses up to my jaw, just before he reaches my lips he says, “I’ll prove how much I love you.”