time to remind everyone what this blog is all about :p

Vacation & Sweatpants Pt.2

(Looked dope so I’m using it)

Series: Dog Mom Life

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom, the Reader, Tessa and Harrison are on a trip to Hawaii part one adventure was on the plane ;)

Warnings: Smut, I write smuts not tragedies

- lmao i h8 myself for trying to make a joke 

Word Count:

A/N: I don’t even know if a think like this exists in Hawaii but just fake it till you make it. Fan Fiction lmao. Might make this into five parts?? Comment if you want 5 or 10 parts.


[Reader’s POV]


“Alright so you and Mr. Holland will stay here” the man gestures to the walkway leading to a big bungalow above the water. The way the candles lit the walkway was mesmerizing. The time you got here it was becoming dark here.


“As for you Mr. Osterfield, you will be in this one right across from them.. No one knows you’re here, there are no people staying in the bungalows on each side of yours so I hope you all enjoy your stay” He bows slightly before walking down the boardwalk towards the sand and hotel.


“C’mon love let’s go check the inside of the place” he smiles tugging your hand in the direction of your home for the next week and a half. Your eyes taking in the beautiful water that surrounded you and seemed to go on for miles and miles. The sunset was gorgeous as the night sky started to fall.


   Walking down the wooded walkway Tessa pushes by running towards the door. She gets to the door  before you and Tom. Turning her head she looks back at you two while her tail wags. Tessa waits for Tom to unlock the door letting her in. A happy bark echoes in the bungalow as she runs around.


   Looking around the place you and Tom find the bedroom. Setting your bags down and unzipping them. The two of you take around fifteen minutes getting everything unpacked. Once you finish you take your suitcases and put them in the closet. Tom does the same once he’s done hanging up his last article of clothing he brought.


   The sound of the water outside was so soothing. Taking off your sweater and changing into a white tank top and nike dri fit spanx. It was your go to outfit when it was hot outside. The air was warm and decided if you could find the switch to the fan. Turning it on you hope it can circulate the air in the room.


   Leaving the bedroom you venture around looking at all the decor taking it all in. You were somewhere new and you loved it. One of the perks of being Tom was going to new places, you loved adventure. The thought of being able to travel was never possible till you met Tom. You’re very thankful for him and so proud of how far he’s come since he became Spider-Man.


   Walking outside you see a stairway leading down to a square dock with lanterns and two white lounge chairs. There was an outside sitting area , each side was blocked by a privacy wall. Seeing shaded area with a rectangle pool that water dripped down on the sides and came back up to the pool. Under the white shade cloth that was hanging you see two white lounge chairs to your right. 


    To your left was a oval couch type place to sit outlooking the water. Different colored pillows sitting on top of the white couch.Heading to the left side you look down to see a glass flooring watching as the water sloshed beneath you. A stone table was near the white couch with three different sized glass candle holders sat on it. A smile on your face as you looked at everything, it was so gorgeous here.


“Do you like it Angel?” Tom asks making you turn to look at him. Nodding your head as you look back out at the water. You could see the sunset setting behind a mountain.


“Thank you for letting me come along Tom” you say taking a seat on the white couch.Your eyes taking in the beautiful view.


“I couldn’t imagine going on a holiday without you love” mentally thinking it’s cute he calls it holiday when you’re used to calling it vacation.


“I love you Tom, don’t forget that when you go back to work after this” you look at him as he sits down next to you. Leaning into him as he wraps his left arm around you pulling you close.


“I love you more, you’re always on my mind when I’m away.. I know we don’t get to escape the real world like this often due to press tours and everything but I’m glad when we can escape that we spend it like this..” His lips kiss the top of your head as the two of you bask in this moment. No paparazzi, no pestering fans tracking him down, it was peaceful.


   Silence like this was calming with the hectic lifestyle you took on once you started dating Tom. Once he said you were his girlfriend your every move got watched. It was stressful and sometimes you would break down from the hate. Yet Tom always knew how to pick you up. He always knew what to say to calm you down and remind you that you’re not alone and have him to fall back on always.


    Your thoughts get interrupted from Tessa jumping on the couch in between the two of you. She licks your face making you laugh and give her a kiss on the head. One positive of living with Tom is getting to be around Tessa. She was a definite pick me up when he was gone.


“Tessa bearrrr, how’s my favorite girl” you coo at her giving her kisses on her face. A bark fills the air as an answer making you smile.


“Let’s see if Harrison won’t mind taking Tessa for tonight” Tom yawns standing up patting his thigh. Tessa follows Tom as he makes his way inside.  


   Getting up you make your way to the bedroom. Opening up one of the drawers for your black bikini. Going into the bathroom you change and look at yourself in the mirror. The swimsuit accentuates your curves nicely. Your thighs touching but not caring because not everyone is perfect and you felt great about yourself. Tom treats you like a Queen even during the times you doubt yourself.


   Grabbing a towel you head back outside where the you were just sitting. Instead you head to the pool setting the towel on a chair. Stepping into the pool and letting your body sink into the water. A sigh escapes your lips as your body eases into the water. It felt so good against your sore muscles.


   Moving to the edge of the pool you cross your arms resting them on the edge. Pushing your hair behind your shoulders you rest your chin on your wrists. Watching as the sun was fulling setting and the night sky was progressing more. Closing your eyes feeling the water move against your skin.


   Arms snake around your waist making your eyes snap open. Jumping slightly you ease when you feel Tom’s lips kiss your exposed shoulder.You didn’t hear him get into the pool, which is super sneaky.Your nerves easing down when you realize it’s Tom.


“Didn’t mean to scare you love, you just looked so peaceful out here” his hands slowly sliding down your body under the water. Hands stopping right at your hips. Thumbs massaging against your skin slowly.


“So Tessa is with Harrison?” you ask tilting your head to the side. A grin appears on his face as he nods. A big cheeky grin.


“He said he would keep her there so he will not be alone, then complained he should have brought a girl here.. But then realized if he did they probably would post something and fuck up the trip” Tom explains backing you up against the wall of the pool. Biting your lip as his lips attach to the skin at the base of your neck.


“F-fuck” you whimper as his hands grip your ass pulling your crotch against his clothed hard on. He moved his hips grinding into you making you tilt your head back. Hair falling over the edge of the pool. The water spilling over the sides at his movements.


“You brought on of my favorite ” he groans against your skin. Of course you brought it, you knew exactly how he felt about this bikini. Feeling his breath against your skin made your heart beat faster.


    You let out a moan at your pussy throbbing and needing more than this. Sliding your hand up to grab onto his curls giving them a tug. He lets out a moan at your fingers in his hair.. Tom’s lips kiss along your neck as he slides his hand into your bikini bottoms. His fingers rubbing up and down your slit achingly slow.


“T-Tom” his name coming out shaky as he inserts two fingers inside you. Moaning into the air as he starts pumping them in and out quicker. The air hits your chest making your nipples harden. He tossed the bikini top towards the back deck with his free hand while he was pleasing you.


Jesus Christ what can’t he do?


“C’moan moan for me angel, no one is near us..” Tom whispers next to your ear as he takes his fingers out of you. He takes your bottoms off throwing them where your top was. A loud moan fills the air as he starts rubbing your clit.


“That’s it, let daddy know how he’s making you feel” his voice deep as his thumb continues to add pressure on your clit. Tom’s lips travel down your neck as you become a moaning mess.


“P-please fuck me, please.. please” you beg gripping his curls tighter. You could feel that you were close and you wanted him fucking you more than anything.


    Tom turns you around so you’re facing the wall of the pool. Your hands gripping on to it for support. You hear another thud happen behind you. Looking back you see Tom’s shorts hanging from the deck. His hands gather your hair into a ponytail tugging it back. You bite your lip as he tugs it back making your eyes flutter shut.


“God you’re so perfect…” His grip on your hair moving your head to the side so he can kiss your neck. Tom’s lets go of your hair letting it cascade down against your back.


   He slides his hands down your back to your sides. Slowly moving them down your curves. Your breathing became ragged from all the endorphins rushing through your body. Tom groans as he slides the tip of his cock up and down your slit.


   You could hear Tom’s breathing from how quiet the air was. Gripping onto the pool wall tightly as he slams into you. A strangled moan leaves your lips at your body slamming into the glass wall. His hands slide up your stomach grabbing your breasts in his grasp. A rough thrust makes your moan come out louder.


“F-Fuck” Tom moans thrusting faster into you, the grip on your breasts not easing up. Your eyes closing as your body moved forward from how hard and deep his thrusts are. Grunts filled the air as Tom took you from behind.


   The water splashed over the edge of the pool as the motion of the water picked up. Your hands slip from the wall causing your chest and Tom’s hands to hit the wall. He swears from the thud his fingers created. His hands move away from your breasts as he takes himself out of you causing you to whine. Turning you around swiftly he lifts your legs up.


   Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull his face down to yours. The kiss needy and full of lust. He quickly inserts himself inside of you again making you gasp into the kiss. Tom’s tongue slips inside rubbing against yours as he thrusts deeply into you. Tugging his curls he moans into the kiss.


   The grip on your hips tighten, his nails digging into your skin. Tom’s lips kiss down your jaw back to your neck. The thrusts so hard made your back hit the wall of the glass pool. Moans filled the air from the both of you. The water feeling so cool against your heating body.


“T-Tom.. I’m close baby” you gasp as he angles your hips making him go deeper with each thrust. The feeling of his cock  sliding in and out of you had you clenching around him. His grunting and moaning is one of the sexiest things you heard.


   Tom lets go of your hip, his hand moving in between the two of you. His thumb starts rubbing quick circles on your clit. Pleasure soars through your whole body with all that’s happening to it. Your hips moving in sync with his as his thrusts started getting slower. Tom’s forehead rested against your shoulder as his biceps flexed while holding you.


   Your stomach clenched as he applied more pressure to your clit. You were a moaning mess beneath him and you didn’t want it to be any other way. Eyes shutting as your orgasm rocks through your body. Moaning from the way your body felt as if it was floating. His release happening after yours because he always insisted “a lady must always cum first.”


“Bloody hell that was great” Tom groans after his hips stopped twitching. He pressed kisses along your collarbone making you open your eyes. Little white dots swirled in your vision once you opened your eyes.


“I swear someone could have heard us” you blushed looking away from him. His fingers grasp your chin making you look back at him. The color of his eyes a shade darker as he looked at you.


“At least they’ll know my girl is being pleased” he grins smiling down at you kissing your heated cheeks. You push him backwards so he falls into the water. You swim toward the pool stairs but you feel his hand grab your ankle pulling you under the water.


   Coming back up for air you glare at a smirking Tom. He splashes you with water making you laugh. Laughter fills the air as you both splash each other in the face.  He pulls you into his arms holding you as his lips press against yours.


“I love you so much” Tom’s smile making your heart melt. Kissing him on the lips as an answer.


“I love you more, this is going to definitely be a great vacation” 

So I’m back once again with my Get Ready for Prison Series for Back to School

For this masterpost I’m going to write about how to mentally prepare yourself for this school year. This was requested by @obsessivephangirlworld so I’m crossing my fingers this was helpful for you! Hopefully it’s exactly what you were looking for.

I’m going to start this list with smaller things all the way up to what helps me the most!

So to begin…

o   M O T I V A T I O N A L  Q U O T E S

This has always been something I resort to when I need that extra push! I even have a specific Pinterest folder filled with quotes (it’s probably not healthy how much I rely on them tho). Many people have a motivational wall/space that they look at when needed. I also suggest you change your phone lock screen so every time you’re tempted to slack off, you’re reminded of why you’ve worked so hard to begin with!

o   P L A N !

Considering many who are reading this are a part of the studyblr community, I would say plan for your school year. You can refer to my previous masterposts such as Preparing for School, or School Essentials which talk about how to get on track for the upcoming school year. I know this helps me in so many ways because once I do this, I’m no longer stressing about what I have to get done and thinking about all the jumbled up side notes flying around my head.

o   G E T T I N G  D R E S S E D

Something that’s personally helped me is getting dressed for the day! When I’m dressed and ready to go out I feel much more put together and prepared. This is great for preparing for the school year because you eventually feel like getting up and dressing yourself every morning is just a trivial thing that you’re used to instead of feeling forced to.

o   M U S I C

Just like quotes, music can also be very motivational. I have a specific folder that I labeled with the lock emoji (lol) because it’s a playlist I listen to when I need to relax and calm myself down from whatever struggle I was going through. Music is seriously the answer to everyone’s problems. There is such a wide variety of music that you can seriously find a song for every emotion, every event, and every moment.

o   T R E A T  Y O  S E L F

I would take a day to completely relax yourself right before school starts! Get a massage, do some yoga, buy extremely (totally not ridiculous) expensive makeup and tell yourself it’s worth it but then cry about it later or even binge watch all of your favorite kdramas if that helps you relax. Just take a day to do whatever YOU want and forget all about your worries. Trust me, it really helps. You come back the next day refreshed and much more put together.

o   P I N T E R E S T

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m a pinterest lover. I go to pinterest for EVERYTHING. Fall Fashion? Go to pinterest. Makeup for the 4th of July? Look it up on pinterest. Back to school essentials? Pinterest. Denim shirt and pink shoes with rose gold eye shadow and mauve lip color with curls outfit? Pin- do I even have to write it out? Seriously guys, Pinterest is my go to. A lot of times pinterest will help you find that one piece that you’re missing and just can’t find. Whether it be a clothing item, stationery piece, bujo spread inspiration, pinterest has it all. It really does help me de-stress and worry less about figuring certain things out.

So that’s everything that I do to mentally prepare myself for the school year! I hope this was helpful to you in any way possible! Going back to school can be such a hassle and sometimes it just seems like a lot of work! Don’t forget to take a break and breathe sometimes. It’s perfectly okay. Everyone needs to take a moment so don’t feel like you’re the only one struggling. If you ever feel like you need someone to talk to, I’m always here! I’m open to talking and giving advice even if it’s not school related.

That’s it from me for this masterpost. Hope you enjoyed! You can take a look at the rest of my BTS Series here.

-much love, studyessie ♡

anonymous asked:

HELLO I LOVE YOUR BLOG SO MUCh and pretty please could I request SHINee babysitting a random friend/family member's child? I know we have Hello Baby but I thought a slightly older child would be a cute scenario too :D

hi love!! of course~ i absolutely loved hello baby and was actually watching some of the episodes yesterday shinee with kids give me all the feels 

minho:

  • comes into the shinee dorm like “look what i made~” and a seven year old on his back 
  • shinee goes on immediate lockdown (taemin: *on top of the couch* I KNEW YOOGEUN WAS YOUR REAL SON) / minho: wtf chill guys this isn’t even yoogeun 
  • shinee: minho…… whose child is this……… and do his parents know that you have him / minho: i swear it was ONE time and i thought jinyoung hyung KNEW that his daughter was with me 
  • spends the entire time entertaining the kid by lifting him up and down and up and down and his arms are like noodles but he’s still smiling and saying BLAST OFF while launching him (calculatedly) into the air 

onew:

  • stares suspiciously at kid 
  • kid stares back
  • ………………
  • kid: “i don’t like you” / onew: well then *goes off and watches tv*
  • his inattention made the kid curious and by the end of the day they’re watching power rangers in companionable silence and matching juice boxes (onew: i like the yellow ranger which one is your favorite?? / kid: shouldn’t you like red?? bc you’re the leader??? onew: yeah but yellow’s a good color / kid: *thinks about it* you’re right)
  • ok maybe kids aren’t terrible once they can tell you what exactly they want 

jonghyun:

  • “why couldn’t you bring home a girl kid”
  • what do kids like….. “do you like naruto???” 
  • shows him pics of his naruto halloween costume (jong: yeah hyung’s pretty cool right?”) 
  • tries to sneak off to the store so they can buy bb guns 
  • get caught and scolded by minho and key 
  • both stand in the corner with their arms up (jong: i am a grown-ass man) 

key:

  • keeps reminding everyone that he was number one appa during hello baby
  • buys ice cream and snacks, pointing out which ones where popular when shinee were kids 
  • “i realized we only fed him junk food….. it’ll be okay right?”
  • okay as in kid had a huge sugar high and just started jumping around everywhere (did not help that taemin joined in) 
  • made him normal food to calm him down  

taemin: 

  • 6v6
  • “are you sure this one isn’t minho’s son too” 
  • spends most of the time mumbling to himself about conspiracies, illuminati, and cloning minho 
  • pulling out minho’s baby pictures for comparison 
  • concludes that kid is not minho’s son (minho: obviously you idiot) and proceeds to watch power rangers and eat ice cream with everyone else  

anonymous asked:

Hi Lily! Good luck with your blog!! Can I request (headcanonned) reactions of TFP Bee, Smokescreen, MTMTE Rodimus, Ratchet, and Swerve reacting to a human's voice going high pitched because they inhaled helium?


I love this! It’s a cute ask, it made me giggle just thinking about it. Ah, how easily humans can be entertained (I feel like the bots here are thinking that too). Thanks for sending this and with all characters I absolutely adore?? You’re awesome! :D

Smokescreen:

  • His s/o inhales helium with the other kids, all of them goofing around and having a good time. He doesn’t notice until they call out to him with their silly voice and for a moment, he just looks around confused. Who was that? Nobody he knows has such a high pitched, weird voice.

     

  • When he realizes it’s his s/o, he’s immediately delighted. That’s so cool! Not to mention hilarious, do it again s/o! His s/o starts singing and he’s laughing, he can’t help himself. Even when Ratchet grumpily yells at them to be quiet, the two continue to snicker to themselves. He keeps asking for s/o to say certain things.

     

  • Eventually, it goes on so long that everyone else begins to get irritated. So they have to stop and Smokescreen is totally disappointed.  But every once in a while, when the two sneak out for a drive, they’ll do it again and amuse themselves till they’re both crying from laughing so hard.

     

Bumblebee:

  • Bee’s s/o is also messing around, blowing up balloons and sucking out the helium with the other kids. But when he hears how it changes their voices, he’s super curious. How does that work?? He makes a series of inquisitive beeps and whirs to let his s/o know he wants to learn more about what’s going on.

     

  • Once Raf explains it to him, Bee can’t help but feel light-hearted. He watches his s/o have fun and pokes them occasionally to remind them to keep going. Say this, say that! At one point he lifts them up in his hands to eye level and they tell him they love him with their helium voice. He’s caught between laughing (in his own way) and being embarrassed. He settles for giving them happy nudges with his head.

     

  • He definitely goes around to the other Autobots and shows off what his s/o can do. He knows the other kids can too but somehow, it’s more special when his s/o does it. Interrupts everybody in their work or relaxation time to excitedly show them his s/o’s voice. He becomes a bit pouty when no one cares but his s/o cheers him up~


Swerve:

  • He’d die … of laughter! No seriously, he would be laughing so hard coolant would start leaking out of his optics. It shouldn’t be that funny but to him it is. Humans are already so freaking weird and now, by simply breathing in some helium their voices sound ridiculous? What a riot!

     

  • Swerve decides (once he’s calmed down) that he has to try this for himself. He knows it probably won’t affect him the way it does his s/o (it definitely won’t) but it just looks like so much fun! Ooo maybe if he tries it in his holomatter avatar?

     

  • After he’s gotten that out of his system, all he wants to do is get his s/o to say different hilarious things with their high pitched voice. The two spend the rest of the day recording the s/o saying weird stuff and then running around playing it for others.


Ratchet:


  • His first reaction would be to look over at his s/o goofing off with this completely straight, stone cold face. He just watches them as they talk with a high pitched voice, before reaching up to rub the spot between his optics. Somebody save him, his s/o is just too much sometimes.

     

  • But when he looks at them again, they’re laughing, still in a high pitched voice. They look so darn happy and he can’t help but feel his spark jump in his chest. Well they are rather cute now that he thinks about it …

     

  • He wouldn’t join in or encourage them but the slight smile lingering on his lips is enough to tell his s/o that deep inside he’s a bit amused. It’s more just that he enjoys seeing them having a good time, even if it is rather silly. He quickly gets a headache though and takes away the helium. Party pooper. :P


Rodimus:

  • The first time he hears the affect the helium has on his s/o’s voice, Rodimus falls out of his captains chair. Not on purpose of course but he just wasn’t expecting … that. It’s so weird! Why does your voice sound like that s/o? Someone tries to explain it to him but he gets bored. He doesn’t really care he just chalks it up to humans being humans. 

  • For a little while, he’s content to have a good time laughing over the silliest sayings and words his s/o speaks with their high pitched voice. But then he gets a great idea - s/o! You should do your funny voice over the intercom! He finds a way to hook it up so the whole ship can hear the two of you being giant nerds.

     

  • Legit, these two pretend to be ‘serious’ and make important announcements while the s/o still has their silly voice, until Ultra Magnus barges into Rodimus’ office. There’s a lot of screeching and a high pitched yelp before the intercom is cut off. Later on at Swerve’s bar, Rodimus and his s/o are still laughing about it. Needless to say, Ultra Magnus banned the fun times with helium after that. :P


-Lily

30 day OTP Challenge (Bucky Barnes) Day Two: Cuddling

Note: Panic attack

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1120

Bucky wasn’t really fond of spending some nights on the couch in the communal living room with the other Avengers while they watched a movie. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them, he just didn’t feel like he was part of the team, seen more as a threat then a teammate. Bucky learned to accept his role as a ticking time bomb like Bruce if he were to turn into the other guy. Still Bucky would try and think of excuses to get out of having to spend a few hours of his night with people who didn’t care for him. Aside from Steve, Natasha, and (Y/N) he didn’t talk to anybody, and if he did he made his replies short and blunt. He’d crack a smile every once in awhile when Clint or Tony would crack a joke and then the others would laugh.

Right now he held his arms crossed over his chest as (Y/N) smiled softly leading him out of his room and down towards the communal living room. He held a scowl on his face as she held his left hand walking down the hallway while he mumbled curses under his breath. Nonetheless he didn’t fight back, or he didn’t try to act like he hated having to leave the comforts of his room to the living room. He tried to convince her that they could watch a movie in his room, but she wanted to spend time with everyone and he needed to socialize. That answer caused his scowl to form when they walked into the living room to see everyone was getting ready for the movie night. (Y/N) slowly led him over to the loveseat that was open as everyone piled into their respective seats.

There was five large bowls of popcorn because knowing Thor he’d eat two of them to himself along with Steve and Clint. There was cans of soda on the coffee table a variety of flavors so no one would complain about the selection. Bucky sat the furthest away from everyone by the wall as (Y/N) sat beside him with a can of her favorite drink. “So what’s the movie tonight?” (Y/N) asked looking to Clint who was the one that chose the movie tonight. “I decided to go with James Bond movies.” He grins as everyone quirked an eyebrow at him. “Oh forget you guys! He is amazing at what he does! You are all just jealous!” He huffed pulling his legs up to sit indian style on the recliner.

Everyone didn’t comment as Steve put in the movie. “Remind me to not allow you to pick movies anymore.” Natasha grins at Clint who sticks his tongue at him before the movie started as everyone turned their attention to the screen. Bucky was staring at the window due to losing interest in the movie as he stared at the night sky. He jerked back into reality when he heard a gunshot as his eyes widened causing his heart to start pounding. Images of people being shot, him being frozen, and people’s screams were ringing loudly inside his ears. His eyes snapped shut, but the images got brighter, unable to hear anything else but sobs. He shot out of his seat not wanting to have a panic attack in front of everyone as they looked to him.

“Bucky?” (Y/N) asked as he walked back to his room. “Shit.” She cursed standing up. “We’ll be fine, keep going on the movie.” She said as everyone looked to her in concern before she ran back to his room. She opened the door hearing the shower running as she walked back before seeing the bathroom door was ajar. She slowly pushed it open when she saw Bucky was sitting with his face buried against his legs as the water poured down onto him, soaking his clothes. He was trying to wash away the screams, the memories, the pain that always came when he got like this. (Y/N)’s eyes softened when she softly stepped over to him. “Bucky?” She asked gently.

“I’m sorry… I… I didn’t want to be in front of them.” He whispered as she shut of the water causing him to shiver. He had it on cold and it felt like glass breaking against his flushed skin as his breath became labored. “It’s okay Buck.” She whispered softly running her fingers through his wet hair. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” She spoke calmly when suddenly she was pulled against his body as he buried his face into her stomach. He wanted to be swallowed up into the floor, but when he was touching (Y/N) he felt warm, and safe. “Ssh… You’re right here with me. We’re okay. We’re right here.” She whispered before humming softly as she stroked down his back swaying gently with him.

His breath evened out as his fingers loosened their death grip on her shirt. The front of her clothes were now soaked do to being pressed so tightly against him when she smiled. “Come on, let’s get you into dry clothes. You’ll catch a cold if you don’t.” She comments before slowly helping him stand as she got a towel before leading him out to his bed. She dried off and dressed him as he sat motionless on the bed staring at the floor causing her heart to clench. She didn’t know how else to help him when she kissed his forehead gently making his eyes flutter shut. “I should let you rest.” She said gently helping him to lay down when he looked at her. She was about to leave when she felt his right hand come up and take her own.

“P… Please don’t leave me alone.” He whispered, his voice hoarse from not speaking for so long when she turned to him. “Do you want me to stay? I kinda need to change my clothes.” She gestured. “You can borrow mine.” He comments as her face flushes before she nods when she quickly changes out of her clothes. She places them into the hamper before he scooted back to allow her room on the bed as she slid down beside him. He pulled her flushed against him as he laid his head onto her chest wrapping both of his arms around her. She smiled softly when she watched his expression soften, watched as the pain fell from his face. “I’m right here. You’re right here with me.” She whispered against his hair as his breath slowed down. She looked down to see Bucky asleep in her arms as she cuddled him closer to her to protect him from everything that wasn’t her.  

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anonymous asked:

How would the NRDV3 guys react to their S/o dying

I wanted to do something angsty so here you go :’)
-Mod Saihara

Saihara Shuuichi:
-Saihara was coming to see you. He had a smile on his face went to your dorm. He noticed the door was unlocked he didn’t want to intrude but peaked in out of curiousity…
-He found you there, but not how he thought. You were dead, sprawled out on your bed covered in your own blood.
-He didn’t know what to say, he stood there in shock. After he realized what he had seen he screamed.
-He didn’t talk to anyone during the investigation and tried his hardest to find out who would kill someone as lovely as you.

Ouma Kokichi:
-Ouma was thinking about how he could prank you next when he heard a body discovery announcement.
-He followed everyone else who was getting the the scene.
-He didn’t see you with everyone going there and was confident it couldn’t be you.. Oh how he was wrong.
-After arriving to the scene he saw you, lifeless. He stared blankly.
-“Haha.. Hahahahaha, this is a joke, right?!” He knew it couldn’t be a joke, the body discovery announcement went off. It was real.
-Ouma ran off to his room and then cried. He soon returned and acted as if nothing had happened, his usual self, for the time being.

Rantaro Amami:
-Rantaro had saw you a few hours back you guys had a great time. He wanted to thank you for such a great time and was thinking how he could repay you.
-Rantaro suddenly heard a scream. He swiftly ran to the source and saw Himiko and asked what was wrong. She looked at him in even more shock knowing you two were a couple and the pointed towards you.
-He looked in complete shock seeing your corpse, on the ground. The worst part is, this was where you two hung out earlier..
-Rantaro completely understood what was happening and had no doubt about it. He didn’t want to fill himself with lies.
-Rantaro went next to where you were and picked you up even though he knew it could mess up the evidence and almost cried, he didn’t want to cry in public so he put you down and acted as well as he could.

Kiibo: (Warning it is sad for this poor child)
-Kiibo and you were hanging out while eating, well it was mainly you eating but still. He was glad he could have someone who could understand him despite him being a robot and so.
-You were having a great sign until you stopped mid sentence and started choking. “S-S/o are you okay?” You continued choking and Kiibo tried to hold you up. You fell down in his arms, blood dripping out of your mouth.
-Kiibo was in complete shock and checked for a pulse. “P-poison?! O-or.. D-did I do something wrong?!”
-Kiibo shut down.
-He rebooted and it was already time for the class trial.
-He stayed quiet the whole trial.

Gonta Gekohara:
-Gonta and you recently had a picnic together. He asked you if you’d want to go again and of course you agreed. He waited for you but you didn’t show up. He got worried that you wouldn’t come. He was correct..
-He was going to ask people if they knew where you were but decided not too and must find you himself.
-A body discovery announcement went off.. He tried to keep calm reminding himself, it wasn’t you who died, it couldn’t of been..
-He goes through the crowd seeing who died, and it was you. He is astonished that it was actually you and he starts to cry..
-He eventually stops and composes himself and is angry because why would someone kill someone like you.
-He is determined to find the killer during the class trial

Korekiyo Shinguji:
-Korekiyo was thinking why someone like you would be nice to him, you both were very different but you still trusted him and he trusted you.
-He was getting up going back to his dorm when he found you. You were on the ground covered in your own blood and you looked like you were hit in the back of your head. You also had a rose and a note in your hand.
-He just stared, it was hard to read his emotion because of his mask but he was sad, and curious why a human would kill anyone as nice as you.
-He looked at the note and it ended up being wrote for him and he teared up a little.
-He didn’t go get anyone and someone came later and found you.

Ryoma Hoshi:
-It had been a while sense a killing and Ryoma was feeling happier for once.. this won’t last long
-“A body has been found!”
-Ryoma walked to the scene and found it to be you.. He had a cold dead stare in his eyes he knew he should have let you get close to him..
-Ryoma didn’t help investigate and didn’t talk at all during the trial.
-He’s not getting close to anyone for a while.

Kaito Momota:
-Kaito was sleeping when he heard a knock at his door. He hoped it may be you but it was Kaede.
-She came to him first to tell him you died. “Haha, your joking… Right?” Kaede’s serious expression stayed and he knew she was serious.
-Kaito followed Kaede to where you were and then before Kaito could say anything “A body has been discovered! Upupu”
-“S-s/o..” Kaito started to cry and looked at Kaede. “Why would anyone do this.”
-Kaito walked away and cried is his room.
-He was never his usual self again.

Ah sorry I did to much for a cringey blog k m S

SMTM6 Ep 3 Favorite Moments/Highlights/Thoughts

{SPOILER ALERT}


(This is a long one since 1 vs 1 battles are my favorites)
- I live for the dramatic opening of this show.
[Second round continuation]
- My aesthetic is ZICO playing with his sunglasses.
- “Let’s get it!”
- Hangzoo is so cute omg
- Sleepy: “Let’s just avoid the firepet” loooool @ this boy
[Third round]
- ugh everyone’s talking shit behind each other backs
- Everyone about Digiri: “He’s mine” lol why are you all roasting him???
- Woo Wonjae vs Ignito omfg
- Junoflo and Hash Swan rivalry going strong
- “Sleepy wanted to go against me.”
Sleepy: “NO!” hahahhahahaha he kinda reminds me of Heechul idk why
- btw Dean’s sunglasses are very beautiful and so is he
- Choiza:“Watching people fight is always fun”
- Dok2: *imitates Jay Park’s “let’s get it”
Jay Park: *still laughing* Let’s get it!
(I used to unlike them but they’re so funny oml)
- Maniac about Microdot: “He sent BewhY home? Broo”
- VENI VIDI VICI YESSS
- Digiri: “I’m happy that Show Me The Money is going the way I wanted to”
Producers: *shook*
- Ok, honestly the competition between P-Type and Digiri is so stronggg
- AWE ZICO IS SO CUTE
- Gaeko: “Shouldn’t there be a special sound effect? Boom boom boom”
*Lion King’s Circle of Life begins*
- Killagramz and K Jun deciding on their beat by rock paper scissors lmao why are they like this
- K Jun monkey sounds are my new ringtone
- Jay Park: “Let’s get it let’s get it” for the I'velostcountth time
- K Jun: “It’s called a fat flow” hahahahhaha omg
- Woo Wonjae vs Ignito is the battle we’ve all been waiting for AND IT WAS LEGENDARY
- Jay Park:“Please be equal”
“Score is equal”
- That Woo Wonjae’s “to to to” though
I love Ignito but Wonjae deserved this fight me
- ZICO: “I think I need to change my underwear” lol
- ZICO: “You know how to smile” lol I thought the same and I get that a lot too
- “Will you celebrate?”
Woo Wonjae: “ I’m bad at this kind of stuff” (lol sameee)
“Are you really happy?”
Woo Wonjae:“sorry?”
“You’re happy right?”
Woo Wonjae: “Yes”
- Tiger JK: “Dean what do you think?”
ZICO: “Dean thinks he’s better looking.”
- Jay Park: “Let’s eliminate them all” lol
- Junoflo and Simba Zawadi’s rivalry is sooo strong like Hash who???
- Junoflo: “I’ll do 111% better.”
Simba Zawadi: “I don’t believe in percentages over 100%”
- I’m soo happy for Junoflo he worked so hard he deserved this
- Asol about Penomeco: “I kept sending him the signal to not choose me.”
“Asol do you feel burdened?”
Asol: “ I’m just whatever” she’s sooo cute
- Gaeko’s “Oh my God” just because same
- ASOL IS ONE OF THE STRONGEST FEMALES EVER TO PARTICIPATE ON THIS SHOW
- I love Penomeco to death but I was rooting for Asol yesss
- YES BLACK NINE YES
- Tiger JK: “Gaeko comes in my dreams” lol

(can’t wait for the next episode because Punchnolla, Double K, Hash Swan ect ect)

Fearlesskiki’s Appreciation Post (edition 4)

412 Tumblr followers

877 Notes in a Tumblr meme (Evil Kermit football version)

337 Notes in a Tumblr meme (Footballers as Pokemon)

48 Notes in Tumblr for a caption comic (It’s Super Manu)

953 kudos and 182 comments in AO3

85 Bookmarks in AO3

147 Kudos for a single fanfiction People Fall in Love in Mysterious Ways

20 Subscribers for a single fanfiction Wait For Me


I know that the numbers are simply nothing to be brag about (I’m pretty sure people had achieved more than me) but this is a nice reminder that there are real people out there that appreciate the work that you put out. A very good signal boost that I’m sure everyone loves. Yesterday one of my readers offered to translate one of my fics into Chinese. And you can imagine the joy I had when I read that message.


Valentine’s Day is a day to celebrate love and love come in many different ways and shapes.  I thought it would be fitting to post today. (this should be posted last month but shhh…) Anyway, let’s start with some special mentions:


To all my followers! Thank you for putting up for everything that I’ve done. I know I’m not perfect but thank you for being there especially those who had followed me for a long time.


To the lovely @bayer-mund , my bestie, my OTP and my little sister. I’m still thankful that you reached out and get to know me. Otherwise, my introvert self will never ever have a true friend like you. Thank you for laughing with all my Lahm jokes, although I can’t differentiate if you really enjoy those Lahm jokes or just being super nice XD And thank you for being my other support system ♥


@half-fallen time zone is such an evil thing! We never get to chat for a long time :( But you know I always love you ♥ and your fics ♥


@thomastuchels I’m so happy to get to know you through Secret Santa program! I missed you and I hope we could find some time and chat again. Ahhh…


@bastischweinski @marcoasensioss  @edenshazards @heyzard  I’m so happy to know all of you, especially since we have so many things in common…. Roger Roger… I’m really looking forward to the journey that is going to bring me. 


@aussenrist15 @basthiago @leupolz I still love you and will love you forever.


@footballerindreams @acercrea @gayern-munchen @satansfavouritegirl @incredybala @india-force @rechargeable-battery @rowan-fcb @saintneuer @crazy-fangirl @satanic-horsemen @teamraikkonen @thomasmulli Mutuals that I really I hope we can talk more often but my introvert self is just sucks to be a friend. Bye. And also, time zone still sucks.


@osondu-imafidon  it is lovely to meet you and I hope we can have more fun together.


@penalteaze Thank you for your wonderful V-day card! It tickles my bone and I hope you enjoy mine.


For the rest, I’m sorry that I’m unable to give a special mention to everyone but I still love you very much (and I hope ya’ll don’t change your url so often lol). To those that create gifs and amazing contents, thank you for your hard work that decorates my blog ♥ Also to those who read my fics and follow me here from AO3, (I know who and who) I love you the most.


0-C

@3one3 @acciothirteen @0503216 @adamnlallana @allesmulleroderwas @amyharripersad @annalewandowska-style @anthea-afh @apfelschuerrle @apocalypticwriter @as-seen-on-disney @asstoine @aubatman @aurorgravcs @bavarian-pretzel @bayernkink @bbarahel @benedikthummels @benehoewedes @bvb-will-never-walk-alone @calumchambers @captainfips @chasingpegasus @crazy-for-kloppo @cutereus 


D-G

@daysofdeutsch @dailydortmund @deutschtaeglich @diegelbewand @dieroten-bayern @diuvivatbvb @draxlerr @dxbayern @elliesjoy @elliesbeatingheart @ethereal-elephant @fakecheesepizza @fatherpique @federerblog @federersroger @flavenne @flowers-underfoot @football-hqs @football-s @footballblogsdirectory @footballconfessions @footballcrown @frommybeautifulmind @fromyouraveragegirl @fuckyeahowedes @fulldazeobjec @fussballgoth @fyeahneuer @gerraaard @goalretzka @golden-skies-ahead @grantixhaka


H-L

@hellograce2513 @herrkimmich @hummxlz @immersudkurve @irenydraws @james-milner @jacksannie @jarzardart @jordanshenderson @khanhtruc02 @klopporules @koenigreus @kopzone @kopzonehq @kopzonedaily @lahmageddon @lahmz @laroja-wardrobe @leomessiforever @lernen-sie-deutsch-mit-mir @lesbleusthroughandthrough @lesliefcbayern @lewandioski @lewanlordski @liebandowski @lionelandresmessii @lizclimo @loriskariius21 @love-whatelse @lukanotmodric @lukaszpiszcat  


M-P

@manuelnewer @manusbananu @manuwallneuer @marcohan @marchisio-s @marcoverreus @mariogoetze @messifangirl @miasanmuller @miasanmannschaft @milanpique @mnlnr @moreira-marinho @nikbok94 @oficialmuller @oh-my-schurrle @oh-marco-you-so-fine @papirafinha @pcdolski @pei3325 @perks-of-being-chinese @piquedly @plszczek @poetry-in-motion-tra-la-la-la @positivedoodles @princeofdortmund @princephilipplahm  


R-Z

@radiomuller @reuer @reusful @reusment @reusloverforever @robholding @sashapique @sampers @sandra-delaiglesia-fanarts @sassybartra @seventeenlovesthree @satandowski @shakelikeshakira @shootballx @skribblings @sterndesuedens @teandkimi @thekopscout @thenormalone1892 @thisblogwillstillbeyourdownfall @thomasmuellerfcbayern @thomasmxller @withhopeinourheart @wojshere @woodyinholover @wtfduolingo @xjuventusfootballclub @yespodolski @yidee @zedtheartist @zetagirly


I really hope I didn’t miss out anyone! (If I did, please give me a nudge or message) All of the mentioned blogs are certified safe (by yours truly) so you don’t need to worry about being bulliedAll of them are very friendly to all gender, sexual preference, races, and religions.


#standing with an army

anonymous asked:

(1/6) as a kl shipper, i wanna say from the bottom of my heart: thank you thank you thank you. so many times i've wanted to shout stuff like "why do yall hate k/eith so much" and "you guys never cared abt s/hiro or a/llura, let alone s/hallura" and "why do you want so bad for this writer/artist to be a p/dophile godDAMN" like, holy shit. u beautiful salty jem of a pearl at the bottom of this tumultuous fandom ocean. -

- (2/6) even your blog title is golden, bc it feels like so many people are so deluded, trying to make a ship, something you’re supposed to sit back and enjoy, into a sort of spiteful activist bullshit-filled “movement” like what??? and telling folks to unfollow if they ship s/haladin bc they’re “cleaning out they’re blog”, like, fuck off??? sorry but here’s a salt-filled rant and i don’t know where else to put it so here! -

- (3/6) side note, i’m rly trying to get across to you that i’m NOT being sarcastic abt how much i want you to keep doing your thing, bc now they’re trying to tackle RACISM. in grosser and grosser ways every day! calling some of the only asian rep i see in media “white-passing” and saying that l/ance can’t have a last name that isn’t 1000% authentically cuban, whatever that means, buncha hypocritical racists. i have never been so angry and ashamed of a fandom. -

- (4/6) it’s gotten to the point where i, someone who ships kl and NOT sk (just my personal tastes), am rly happy to see any sk on my dash bc that poster must have been so brave! to post something as simple as sk hugging or smooching or whateverthefuck, i don’t care! you do you! fuck all these nasty haters, THEY’RE the toxic ones who just want someone to hate! yall deserve props! -

- (5/6) also, my compliments to the chef regarding that pining k/eith theory, it’s So Good, like i ghostwrote it somehow. the whole “projecting onto l/ance” thing (which is being done to a painful degree, i can testify) tries so hard to remove or overvalidate his flaws that it’s laughable. making lance into an insecure martyr angst-sponge hybrid with no agency and no room for personal growth, it’s sooo bad. -

- (6/6) and villainizing everyone else! reminds me of that jaden smith tweet: “when i die, then you will realize” shit he wrote when he was like 14. transparent af, like we get it, you’re insecure. and sometimes i WANT to hop aboard the black paladin lance train, but it’s always this idealized version of him that’s almost unrecognizable, and it’s at the expense of better black paladin candidates. goddamn ok, that was all my salt for the time being! much love, thank you and goodnight!

This is one of those asks that I’d love to keep in my inbox forever, but I’ve spent the last three days trying to come up with a response because you deserve one.

I think we’re all aware that tumblr is an explictly shitty place when it comes to “activism”. There’s this black-white-mentality that anything and anyone needs to be put in a box based on whether they agree with someone’s world views. Everything needs to conform to a specific label too, fiction is only allowed to be healthy, you condone what you enjoy etc., and the #1 argument by people on this site, also widely used by antis, is “Think about the children” but also “Expect everyone else to take care of you”.

People actively go into tags of pairings they hate and then yell about how triggered they are. Really? I’ve been repeatedly told to kill myself because I liked something they didn’t (and I’m talking about my 99.5% discourse-free main blog, not this one where I passively seek out conflict). You either conform to the popular way of thinking (shipping, in this case) or you’re irredeemable trash and a threat to the public. Any shit you get over having your own opinion will be justified because you deserve to be punished for thinking on your own. Tumblr mentality is the modern equivalent to medieval politics.

Fandom always has a terrible side - I know - but the Vo/tron fandom has become a place where people tear each other down rather than block the content they don’t want to see. Converting people to one’s own thinking has becume such an essential part of “activism” to the point where people forming their own opinions and learning about an issue on their own pose a threat.

In the Vo/tron fandom you see this toxic mentality with K/ance, rabid L/ance stans, anti Sha/adins and so on. You said everything I’ve been trying to say since I made this blog, and it saddens me that people can only safely voice their opinions and concerns when hidden behind the Anon feature.

Fandom isn’t always fun, but the Voltron fandom has become a place where people are too scared of posting their art or speaking up because they’ll legit receive death threats over liking a fictional ship. I don’t know if I’m doing a good job at pushing back against the anti side or if I’m just making it worse at this point. But salt, spite and messages like yours keep me going. 

The 102- Part 15: Anarchy (Part 4)

Part One Here
Part Two Here
Part Three Here
Part Four Here
Part Five Here
Part Six Here
Part Seven Here
Part Eight Here
Part Nine Here
Part Ten Here
Part Eleven Here
Part Twelve Here
Part Thirteen Here
Part Fourteen Here

Pairing: Bellamy x reader
Characters: Bellamy, Octavia, Clarke, Finn, Monty, Jasper, Wells, Murphy, Charlotte
Warnings: swearing, angst, major character death, violence
Summary: After Atom, the camp is struck with another tragedy- Wells is killed. With the grounder threat imminent, the 102 will be quick to point fingers. But after damning evidence that someone from camp is the murderer, who will be accused next?
Taglist:@bellamybb@bellamyimagines@bellamyimaginess@bellamyfanclub@bellarkefanfiction@the100writers@the100fanfic@the100imagine@the100imaginess@the100imagines@the100imaginesblog@the100imaginesdaily@bellamyblakesgun@bellamyblakeedition@bellarkesurvivestogether@bellarkefanfictions@bellamyblake-imagine@bellarkewrites @the100-edits-and-imagines@bellamyimaginess@the100writers @bellamywritess-blog@thehundred-source @all-time-foes @beautiful-chaos-blake @the100imaginess  @justauthoring @livi-thewerewolf @your-fav-imagines-writer @blakesmurphy100 @wukindly @imaginebeauty @imagines-all-day-everyday  @imaginaryimagines @bellamyblake-imagines @sone-of-a-blake @clarkkeee @octavia-marie-blake @youcanjustimagineit @hesragnorssoulmate @tvshowturtle @ranbowbabyangel @tvfandomimagines @iausscribbles @sanestilinski @writingkeepsmewhole @iamfire355 @jordsie @helpimtrappedinastory @all-imaginess @bethelbee97 @john-murphy-smut @naturegirl16 @winter-commandos @theadventures-of @see-the-fandom-imagines @hellsbellsbellamy @murphysluv @fandomsmillion @johnmurphyneedslove @knocking-on-murphys-door @imagine-the-100 @dontstopxx @diary2000 @ilovejlsandthejanoskiansx@odonviagra​​ @eli-cya@thehundred-source @ourbellaangello @lovelynerdytraveler @mesmericbell 
A/N: Whoooaaa this one got long but I loved writing it!:) Comments are feedback are always appreciated! I don’t want to continue a series I don’t feel like you guys are enjoying<3

You gave Bellamy a look, and he nodded before picking Charlotte up and slinging her over his shoulder as if she weighted nothing. The two of you, again, took off with a sprint, Charlotte screaming for Murphy the entire time.

You had no idea why she was resisting, why in the hell she would want to turn herself in. She was just a kid, she didn’t understand that killing Wells was wrong, and she sure as hell didn’t understand the consequences.

“Shhh! Charlotte, shut up!” You shushed her as you and Bellamy ran away from the torches that were growing closer and closer, feeling panic rise quickly inside you. What if you couldn’t save her? Oh god, what would they do to her? You put the thought out of your head and kept running, all the while trying to quiet the screaming girl.

But not thirty seconds later, the two of you hit a dead end. The grassy clearing ended in a cliff, its rocks slippery and wet from the rain that had started to fall. Your chest fell and you could feel yourself start to choke up, there was nowhere else to run.

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doctor-allons-y  asked:

*coughs nervously* Hi! So, uhm, I've been following your blog for a really long time and I'd just like to say I'm a huge fan! You're absolutely amazing at writing, and you've got some mad skills. I was wondering if I could send in a request (my first ever one!) for Andrew and Neil about which one of them would be the person to steal the other's phone and which one would be the one to deal with the aftermath. Again, number one biggest fan! Keep it up! Lots of loveeeeeeeeee! <333333333333

Ladies and gents I present my giant dork of a best friend. I love you.

this is so long im so sorry

  • Andrew takes Neil’s phone
  • But see, it’s not just for kicks, this kid has a plan, he’s already placed certain bets with the rest of the Foxes long before he takes Neil’s phone
  • The two have similar phones so it’s easy enough to switch his for Neil’s in the morning. Andrew makes sure his is dead so Neil can’t get into it anyway.
  • Nicky and Matt and Dan and Allison and even Renee’s texts keep coming in to Neil’s (Now Andrew’s) phone and a gc with the upperclassmen along with Kevin’s reminders for practice have Andrew murderous
  • So Andrew has Neil’s phone and he texts everyone normally at first so everyone is under the impression that it’s Neil
  • He replies to “How are you?”s with “I’m fine.”s
  • And “What’s up?”s with “In xyz class.” bc obv Andrew has Neil’s schedule memorized bc he’s a fucking nerd
  • And then it starts
  • Andrew takes a pic of random attractive people and sends one to each of the foxes like
  • Damn, they’re hot, I’d tap that.”
  • And everyone’s like
  • Oh my god
  • Neil
  • Wtf are you doing
  • What do you mean
  • What does this mean
  • Nicky’s screaming
  • Matts worried
  • Dan’s being a mother
  • Allison’s like same babe, same
  • Renee asks if Andrew and he’d fought like the sweetheart she is
  • Aaron doesn’t respond, but texts Andrew a “Shut your bf upBC HE CARES AND DOESN’T WANT NEIL TO HURT HIS BROTHER OK  which Andrew doesn’t know about until much later bc he desn’t have his phone
  • Kevin tells Neil to concentrate in class so he can practice more
  • Andrew doesn’t respond to any of the texts after sending the pictures
  • fucking nerd
  • i hate them all oh my god
  • But bc no one else is in his year and everyone has different classes they cant talk to the real Neil until practice the next morning
  • …but no one wants to say anything in front of Andrew
  • Andrew’s fucking dying
  • He acts like Neil and he fought big time, like they p much broke up
  • and everyones freaking out
  • and Neil, like the oblivious babe he is, is like…ok? Andrew’s being weird, but ok.
  • Andrew doesn’t stop there
  • He legit goes “I’m sorry Neil.” loud enough for Matt to hear.
  • “I didn’t mean it.” loud enough for Nicky to hear.
  • and Neil’s so fucking confused, but Exy, so he goes “We’ll talk after practice.” to placate Andrew
  • Andrew almost feels sorry, Neil is way to easy to prank
  • Everyone thinks this is it
  • Andrei have broken up
  • Money starts changing hands, all the bets, along the lines of Neil would sleep with anyone else, Neil would never leave Andrew, Andreil was going to be endgame, Andreil would make it to 80, Andreil would never break up
  • Every single one of them bet high bc they had faith in Neil
  • Anyway
  • Neil’s ignoring Andrew till after practice like he said and Andrew’s purposeley following him around with a dejected look on his face and Renee is collecting everyones money to give to Andrew
  • bc omg is this really happening
  • Andreil is breaking up
  • Andrew pockets the money such a lil shit oh my god and gets out of there as soon as practice is over
  • The Foxes corner Neil later and ask what the actual fuck happened
  • and Neil’s like wtf are y’all taking about
  • and they’re all like the texts? Kayla from History?
  • Adam from Stat? What the fuck what that?
  • and Neil, bless him, is so confused
  • and they’re like wtf
  • and he’s like wtf
  • and then he’s like “My phone’s been dead all day, which is weird, because I remember charging it all n- oh….”
  • No one gets their money back  
I Didn’t Want You To Find Out Like This - Old!Logan

Okay, so I’m writing this Logan [Wolverine] imagine on this blog – even though this is a TWD theme, I was moved by Logan and felt that I needed to write, write, write, old man Logan. So, enjoy! – kind of changing the events up as I don’t want to copy everything from the movie and seen it once so far.
* Logan and reader have known each other for over a decade. Reader gets thrown into the mess with both Laura and Logan, revealing something to him she has kept a secret. *
PS: S P O I L E R S - S P O I L E R S !!!

A familiar body walked into the hotel lobby in where you worked your dull job that didn’t pay you enough. You looked up from your book as an even more familiar voice spoke your name and dinged the small bell on the desk. “Y/N, it’s been a long time.” you knew who’s voice it was but you were shocked because you haven’t heard it in 10 years. The man who spoke to you pulled down a pair of shades and looked into your eyes. “Logan?” you stuttered out as utter shock caused your brain to pause for a moment. He chuckled slightly and asked you to step out from behind the desk where you were working. “You haven’t changed.” he examined your body, you were a mutant like he was but never revealed to anyone exactly what it was. It caused you to age at a slower pace than an average human would but you also had another mutation that you hid from the world, including Logan “I need to ask you for a favor.” this offended you, the man hasn’t seen you in 10 years and automatically asks you for a favor. You wound your arm back and gave Logan a firm slap to the right side of his face, he took it like it was a small pinch and rubbed the welt slightly. “You’re upset by that, I understand.”  you huffed and puffed with anger as you could feel the blood rushing to your face as you wanted to continue to pummel his face but you let yourself cool down as you noticed his appearance. 

Logan looked much older, scarred, and tired. He paced around for a moment while he let you cool off and you noticed that he was walking with a limp, this made your heart drop because you knew there was something wrong with him. You sighed loudly, “What is it?” he grabbed your arm and pulled you out from the lobby and outside into the pouring rain. Logan explained that Charles was still alive and he was hiding him from the world as well as those who wanted to get to him. “I need your help. You’re one of the only mutants alive that I know.” he looked deep into your eyes as seriousness oozed from his expression. “Okay..” you reluctantly agreed but you knew he needed your help.

Several months later … 

Standing in the kitchen of a cramped building in the middle of the Mexico desert, you scrubbed roughly at dishes that had been stacking up for quite sometime. You were taking your frustration out on the white ceramic plates as your annoyance was because Charles was running low on medication, which was a problem for everyone in the world. Not only the pressures of caring for Charles but Logan was just a distant from you as he was when you met over a decade ago. He was getting more sick and worn out as the months gone by, something was wrong with him but anytime you mentioned it to him he would push you off of it in a crude way. The door swung open causing a large clang pushed you over the edge and when you flipped around to see what caused the loud banging, “Caliban!” but it was Logan who was clearly in the middle of freaking out. “Where’s Caliban? And who the hell is that?!” you pointed the soapy sponge at a small girl that was now sitting at the kitchen table. Charles had accompanied them into the kitchen as he was smiling ear to ear, “Y/N! Y/N! This is the Laura I was talking about.” he stared at her in awe, explaining to you and Logan that they were communicating. This caused Logan to give Charles his medicine quickly but Charles insisted that this Laura was a mutant; this only irritated Logan further.  “What’s her gift Charles? Eating? Pipe throwing?” Laura had been stuffing her face since she sat down in the chair, your eyes widened. “Pipe throwing? What?!” you were starting to freak out at the amount of events that were happening in the small amount of time. 

Trucks were rolling in over the horizon and Logan cursed under his breath as he ran outside. “Logan!” you yelled out as you ran for Charles but Laura placed a firm hand on your arm and squeezed with a protective grip. 2 men stormed into the building and pointed guns at Charles and yourself, Laura’s power as a mutant proved as adamantium claws protruded from her fists; she lunged at the two men, slicing one of their heads off and fatally stabbing the other’s. “Holy shit..” your jaw dropped open in utter surprise. “I told you.” Charles looked up, happily proving he was correct. You followed after Laura quickly as she threw the head of one of the soldiers towards the crowd that was surrounding Logan, she then showed her claws and proceeded to attack the soldiers like an animal. “God, she almost reminds me of …” Logan grabbed a hold of you and shoved you as well as Charles into the back of the limousine. He floored it through a fence which you gasped loudly, “Oh no! I liked this thing.” Logan gave you an annoyed look as you all sped away in safety. “What about Caliban?” you looked out the shot up back window, worrying about Caliban.

 As the four of you stopped at a convince store, you all watched a video on Gabriela’s phone, the woman who took care of Laura. It explained that Laura was made in a lab and was treated as an object, this made you have memories of your childhood but you snapped out of it when Charles dawned a huge reveal to Logan. “She’s your daughter Logan..” you reached out your hand to comfort him but he just swatted it away and took Charles into the bathroom so he could pee. 

After surviving Charles’ freak out in the hotel in Oklahoma City where the Reavers and Dennis nearly captured Laura and killed Charles, you were on the road heading towards Eden. Eden was the sanctuary that Gabriela asked Logan to take Laura to, so that she would be safe. The four of you aided in helping a family get their horses back into the trailer that was ran off the road by the self driving semis, which ran the four of you off as well. The invited you into their home and insisted that you all stayed for dinner and the night. “I would say you were a good pupil but the words would choke me.”  Charles joked as he and Logan were describing the school for gifted youngsters in an incognito way. “Yeah I’ll second that.” you smiled over to Logan who was laughing along with the rest of you sitting at the table. After dinner Logan took Charles up to bed and went out to aid Will Munson with some troublesome men that caused the family problems. You knocked slightly on Charles’ door, he was speaking to someone and opened it slowly to only see a shadowy figure standing by his bed, “Charles!” you yelled out as the shadow figure stepped into the low light of the lamp next to the bed, stabbing Charles through his chest. “Noooooooo!” you screamed out, tears streaming down your face. The figure was a mutant that bared a similarity to Logan but was nothing but an emotionless weapon. You jumped on top of him, utilizing your mutation to absorb anything you willingly latch yourself onto, sucking onto them like a leech; using some of their power to your ability. You absorbed the weapon’s strength, knocking him into the walls, wrestling him to the ground. The weapon threw you roughly onto the floor, knocking the wind from your lungs for a moment. The weapon grabbed a hold of Laura while slaughtering the Munson’s in it’s path. 

You scampered to your feet, charging after the weapon. Still wielding the strength of the weapon you wrestled him down to the ground outside of the house as Logan ran to get Charles. The weapon was taking Laura closer to a van where his creator was at, waiting but an explosion was set off, seemingly killing whoever was near it. Laura freed herself and the two of you started beating down the weapon as Logan who watched Charles die starts charging towards the weapon, his claws at ready. The two of them wrestled, Logan who was weaker than the weapon was holding his own well. “Laura!” you yelled over to her. “Hang on, please.” you grabbed a hold of Laura’s hands and claws, absorbing the adamantium from her body. It coated over your body like a glove, encasing you in the impenetrable metal. The weapon overpowered Logan, sinking it’s claws into his chest as he yelled in agony. You ran and landed a punch into the side of the weapon’s face, sending it flying into a tree. “Y/N?” Logan coughed out as the wound took a toll on his body. He always wondered what your mutation was and was amazed as you were coated in the silvery metal that he shared. The weapon charged again and you blocked his attacks as his claws slid off of your adamantium coating. You kicked him with another swift blow just as you went to attack again, a truck rammed into the weapon and impaled it onto a piece of sharp farming equipment. Out stepped Will who started shooting the weapon with his shotgun until it was empty, then turning to both Logan and yourself, shotgun at ready. You raised your hands in defense as none of you wanted this to happen. But Will fell over, laying dead on the ground as he succumbed to his wounds from the weapon. 

You turned to Logan as you were still coated in the adamantium shell, his face with in awe because of what you did to fight for him. “Logan I wanted to tell you before..” you trailed off, looking at his wounds that concerned you because he wasn’t healing. You ran to him and held onto him tightly. You pressed your hand to his chest and attempted to absorb his wound, it was apart of your power. You could absorb wounds but it could backfire if you absorbed too much and would suffer the wounds yourself. He pushed your hand away from him, there was so much sadness in his face. “I know about Charles..But Logan, you have to let me help you.” you raised your hand again but he only pushed it away once more. “Let’s go..” you supported Logan, your absorbed adamantium shell faded as the two of you gathered Charles’ body to give him a proper burial.

Bad Boy Part 2

So awhile back, when I just started to began writing on tumblr, I wrote a presmut for Jun where he tried to finger you during dinner. And I said that I was gonna make a part 2? Then I never did…whoops…ANYWAY I totally just wrote it today. It’s my first actually smut. I’ve written foreplay, and I’ve read alot of smut, but I’ve never written it. I’m v sorry if it’s bad. I’ll try harder on my next one. This was way out of my comfort zone is all. 

Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUN I LOvE YOU AND YOU”rE PROBABLY NEVER GONNA SEE THIS BUT YOU”RE MY BABY BIAS AND I LOvE YOU

I will also post some Junhui fluff tomorrow for his birthday in return for procrastinating because I am a horrible person. And I also have part 2 to ‘I’m Sick of you’ That I need to write. I will definitely get more organized I just got out of school so my schedule is clear for most of my summer yay I’m also going to organize my blog so its just writing because I’m so freaking messy! anyway enjoy the smut!

p,s. I know a lot of you probably see Jun as such a freaking Dom but like I love the idea of him begging. It’s probably so hot

Part 2/2 (You can find part 1 here)

Word count: 3105

Genre: Smut (are your tired of the word yet?)

Originally posted by junhuipie

“Stay.” You ordered him, as if he was a misbehaving dog. It’s not that far off, you think, as he stares after you longingly with puppy-dog eyes. He lunges for your skirt just as you were about to step outside, but you slapped his hand away just in time. “Bad boy.” You scolded him, and closed the door. When you looked back, you could see him punch the seat of the car through the window. Kinky little shit. Too bad he was so needy because you would have really enjoyed that.

Feeling powerful, and a bit evil, you walked through the lobby and straight up to (f/n)’s apartment. She grinned at you and pulled you into a grateful hug, and you were glad you chose to help her move into her apartment.

“I’ve missed you so much.” (F/n) admitted once you two began to rearrange the cardboard boxes near the couch.

“I know! I can’t believe the last time we talked was eighth-”

The doorbell rang. “Grade…” Your heart stopped. “I-I’ll go see who it is.” You shouted while jumping athletically over cardboard boxes. Well, athletic besides falling on your face and walking carefully after that. You slowly open the door, praying it’s not who you are afraid it is. Your fears are confirmed by the dark shape that flies at you before the door’s even fully open. Jun throws himself at you with such longing that the force of the kiss knocks you over. All you can feel are his lips pressed against yours, pushing harder than your resistance to him. Every movement he makes tears down bit by bit of the wall of defiance you built between the two of you. He shifts, and suddenly you were aware of your back against the rough carpeting, his thighs warm against yours, his-

I can’t. You tell yourself. I can’t let him get his way or I’ll lose all control over him. And we’re in my friend’s apartment. You remember as a second thought.

Like he knew what you were thinking, he chooses that exact moment to take your bottom lip between his teeth and force his tongue into your mouth. Even though he only attacked you maybe three seconds ago, it seems as though time slows to a crawl every time he holds you.

(F/n) should be wondering what happened right about now. She should be heading this way to check on me any second. You use the horror of this thought to gather your strength and push him off of you. He let out an unintentional gasp of shock as you shoved him away, a gasp similar to the one a small child makes when you hand them a lollipop, then snatch it back when they’re just starting to enjoy it. And you don’t want him to enjoy this.

You want to build up his frustration by denying him over and over again, until he can’t take it. Both of you love when you act dominant, and what could be more dominant than putting it off until he can’t bear it any more? He’ll do anything for you when you have that kind of control. And the idea of making him beg is quite enjoyable. You snapped out of it. Focus, you reminded yourself. Deny him.

There was now about two inches of space between your faces, none between anything below your torsos. You stared right into Jun’s eyes as you called out to (f/n). “I’m fine, I just tripped again!”

She laughs. “Who is it?”

“Just the mail carrier.” You state deliberately, reveling in the pain in Jun’s eyes.

Jun was holding himself up with his arms, but looked ready to fall on you again. His mouth moved towards your neck.

“Don’t you dare.” You hissed. He moved quickly, and had his mouth on your skin before you had time to react, but a second later you managed to roll him over, although it took all your willpower not to succumb to his touch. You sat on top of him now, on his stomach, straddling him. His abs were tensed.

He whimpered pitifully “(y/n), I don’t wanna wait for you to come back. I can’t wait for you, I-” he shudders pleasurably.

“Get yourself the hell out of here, understand?” You whispered harshly at him. He nodded, exhaling sharply through his nose. Right once you said that, you heard (f/n) walking through the apartment toward you. Panicking, you blurt “Change of plans. You’re staying here.” You don’t have enough time to get him out the door. You pull him up and roughly shove him into a nearby closet, the only hiding place.

You barely had time to register what had happened when (f/n) walked in. “You okay?” She asked you.

“Yep.” You lied, laughing uncomfortably and adjusting your skirt.

“Where’s the mail?”

“Ummm, it was just some magazines.” You gestured vaguely at the boxes behind you.

“Okay, well I’ve got the couch away from the wall, so it’s ready to be-” your friend starts, but is interrupted by Jun abruptly falling out of the closet. It appears he was trying to open the doors from the inside, and failed miserably. Not missing a beat, Jun chooses this moment to try to be funny and announce to everyone in the room: “I’m here and I’m horny.” Well, everyone in the room heard, but he wasn’t aware that that included anyone else but you. You could tell when he realized he had company, because his eyes widened ever so slightly.

“Yes, I can see that.” You friend responded, quite nonchalantly for the situation. She glanced between his crotch and you in a millisecond. “Is this what you do with your free time?” She addressed you. You were blushing furiously. “Well, this is fantastic, one more person to help move the couch!”

After the couch was correctly relocated, (f/n) dusts off her hands. “Thank you guys so much!” She grins cheekily. “Feel free to use it, if you need to.” She wandered out of the room. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. When you opened them, Jun was looking at you, in a… daring way.

“No.”

“Why not?” He whined. “Don’t you think I’ve suffered enough?”

“I told you, you have to be punished.” You shamed. “Have you learned nothing?”

He blankly watched your face as you moved around the room, his breathing uneven. His eyes were a dangerous dark shade, glazed over with lust.

After what seems like forever, you finished organizing the boxes in the room. Just then, (f/n) walked back in. “Oh, you guys aren’t doing anything?” She sounded almost disappointed. “Nope, I think we’re done here, hope to see you later!” You responded quickly walking out of the room, dragging Jun behind you.

You got to the car after much struggling on his part. When you shoved him roughly into the car, he looked up at you hopefully, like he was expecting you to give him what he wanted. But instead you slammed the door and walked around to the trunk. When you opened the trunk, you could hear him, sounding nervous, calling your name, wanting to know what you were doing. You heard him trying to open the door, and discovering them locked. Metal gleamed as you grabbed something from underneath a blanket.

He let out what sounded like an audible gasp as he saw the pair of handcuffs you were holding. He had bought those to use on you, but oh how the tables had turned. You harshly ripped the door open, and grabbed his wrist. He squirmed under you, but you still grasped a hold of the limb as you put the handcuffs around one wrist and laced the remaining hand cuff through the handle of the ceiling of the car and then finished handcuffing him completely to above the window of the car. You then stormed over to the driver seat, and started to aggressively drive down the road.

He struggled angrily against the chains. “I need you now, Jagiya,” he moaned. When that didn’t get your attention, he started making threats. “I swear when we get home you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.” You scoffed. Angry tears spilled from his eyes. You know he doesn’t like being prevented, but he should have known better, besides he’ll enjoy it later when it pays off.

But for the time being, he was frustrated. He was frustrated and in pain the whole ride home, but when you pulled into your driveway he perked up, hopeful. You sat there in silence for a minute. Not a word or even a sound came out of either of your mouths before you quickly opened the door and climbed out of the car. You walked around to the side Jun was on and opened the door. Juns lustful eyes looked up at you. You stared down at him for a bit just taking in his beauty.

“Babygirl-” Before he could finish the sentence you were sitting on top of him, straddling his waist between your legs. You pushed your lips onto him harshly, and he returned the kiss in the same manner. You couldn’t take it anymore and man neither could he. He really couldn’t wait anymore.

He pulled harshly on the metal restraints holding his hands above his head. He just wanted to touch you. He wanted to feel you. You pulled away to take them off of him, and he latched onto your neck, devouring the skin, and tracing his lips down to your collarbone.

As soon as the handcuffs were off of him, he grabbed the outside of your upper leg and ran his hands up under your skirt, your lips meeting again. You moaned into the kiss as he grasped your ass in both hands and squeezed, your hands grasping his shoulders tightly. You pulled away and he looked at you confused, as you wriggled out of his grip. You climbed out of the car and walked away from him, taunting him. You quickly unlocked the front door, and you waited. You looked over your shoulder, and Jun climbed out of the car, following you, slamming the car door behind him. You had him wrapped around your finger.

As he met you at the front porch, you grasped his tie between your fingers pulling him into the house. As he walked through the front threshold, you connected your lips with his, and he slammed the front door behind him, locking it. He pushed you backwards before slamming you into a nearby wall.

You grasped his hair between your fingers, pulling at the strands, causing a moan to escape from his mouth. He touched every inch of your torso, reaching under your shirt and feeling the delicate skin. He pressed you against the wall with enough pressure to allow you to wrap your legs around him tightly. He grabbed your bottom to support you. Then he carried you to your shared room.

He set you down on the bed, and practically pounced on you, dying of anticipation. He straddled your waist between his knees. He pulled at your shirt needingly, and you gladly accepted his invitation to pull off your shirt, and you pulled him closer by his tie. Both your lips were slowly becoming swollen from the harshness of the kisses. Jun bit your bottom lip lightly, and tugged on it. His hands practically praised your body, feeling the delicate soft skin under the fabric of your skirt. You chuckled at his desperation, and he slid his tongue into your mouth, exploring it.

He grasped your inner thigh, and squeezed the delicate skin. You pulled him down by his neck so that he was closer to you. He pulled away from the kiss only to reconnect his lips at your collarbone. You yanked at his tie, telling him that you wanted it off. He pulled his hand away from your upper leg to pull the black fabric off, and you slam him against the headboard, desperately unbuttoning his shirt revealing his dancer body.

“Shit, you’re so hot,” you moan before kissing up his stomach and chest, pulling off your shoes, and throwing them across the room, Jun mimicking you. You pull his shirt completely off, throwing it somewhere on the floor, and he removed his pants completely, leaving him in just his underwear.

He climbed back on top of you, pressing his body against your, needingly. He kissed as much as your chest as he could with your bra on. He slid his hands between your legs and ran his fingers up, dangerously close to your pooling heat.

“I need to, baby girl,” Jun pleaded, playing with the fabric of your underwear. You shook your head, grabbing his wrists.

“Tell me, do naughty boys get rewarded?” You whispered in his ear. He shivered, and swallowed heavily. “Hmm?”

“No,” he said, his voice cracking a bit. You let out a laugh, and pushed on his chest to slam him onto his back.

“Do why should I reward you?” You asked lowly.

“Because I’ll be good,” Jun whined. “I’ll do whatever you ask.”

“See, I don’t trust you,” You threatened, climbing off the boy. Jun watched you, anticipating what you were going to do. You walked over to the closet and went threw a few things before finding something he wasn’t expecting you to bring back: a belt.

Jun was slightly nervous, scared of how you were going to use it, but you just simply tied it around the bed frame, and pulled Jun’s wrists through the loops before tightening it. Jun let out a small yelp, and you stopped tightening it, and finished buckling the belt. You had left your handcuffs in the car.

“Naughty boys don’t get to touch.”
Jun watched you intently, waiting for what punishment you were going to give him, and you kneeled above him, a knee on either side of his tensed abs. He was unintentionally nervous, and he wandered if this is how you felt every time he did this to you.

As Jun began to recover his composure, you reached behind you, and unclipped your bra. This caused Jun’s breath to speed up rapidly. He wanted nothing more then to reach out and grab them, kneed them to get you all hot and bothered. He pulled violently at the belt, and you let out a tisk.

“Always so needy, aren’t we Jun.” He let out a loud whine, and you shook your head once again. “Not even trying to be good. Naughty, naughty.”

“Please,” he let out a whine, and you chuckled, moving down to cover over his tent, grinding lightly. He bit his lip, trying his hardest not to let a sound slip out. You noticed, smirking.

“Smart boy, you’re learning.” You lowered you hips back down onto his boner, and watched his struggle to keep quite. As your grind, Jun bit his lip so hard that he thought blood might be drawn.

You pushed your hand against Jun’s bare chest and leaned down, while continuing to grind. You kissed him, and he released his lip from his teeth to accept your lips. You absorbed the moans that escaped his mouth, and moved your lips down to his neck, and kissed the soft skin, biting a bit, but not enough to leave a mark. You didn’t want the press getting any pictures of that.

As your continued to kiss, Jun let a frustrated grunt. You pulled away from his neck, only to see him trying his hardest to keep quiet. You faintly smiled, and went back to his neck before ghosting over his ear.

“See. You can be such a good boy when you try. Such a good little slut for me.” You whispered in his ear. It sent shivers down his spine.

You pulled away, and climbed off the bed, removing your panties completely. You pulled off Jun’s boxers slowly, and you saw his face overwhelmed with excitement. A frustrated tear fell from his eye.

As you pulled them off, you released his rock hard cock, already leaking with precum. Smirking, you climb back on top of him, one knee on either side. You notice how anxious Jun is and you sink down onto him, slowly. You reach down, and capture his lips into your own, swallowing his moans.

As you pick up your pace, Jun bucks his hips up, begging for more, but you deny it from him. Sitting up, you slow down, and hold his hips against the bed, letting out a low growl. He stops his movement, and you release your grip, and you began to sink down on him again, and let out a loud moan, making him want to buck his hips once again. To your surprise, he controls himself. You feel him about to release and you bend over to whisper in her ear.

“Don’t even think about coming before me, you brat!” You threatened. “My little cumslut.” Jun couldn’t help but pull at the belt as you began to speed up. He desperately wanted to cling to the bed sheets. He desperately wanted to lace his hands through you hair and pull at the strands. As you came, you let out a loud moan, and kept sinking down on Jun riding your orgasm out.

“Please,” Jun begged. “I’ll do anything.”

“Come for me my little slut,” You groaned in his ear, and with your permission, he came with a loud scream. You fell off of him, laying beside him, catching your breath. As soon as your breathing was steady, you pushed yourself up, and undid the belt, letting Jun’s wrists fall on the pillow underneath him. You carefully grasped his wrist and kissed the red marks the belt left on his sun kissed skin.

You threw the belt across the room, and both you and Jun climbed under the covers of the bed. You placed your hand on his beautiful face, and pressed your lips softly against his own.

“I love you,” you whispered to him. “You’re my everything, and I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I love you too,” he spoke back, wrapped his arms protectively around your waist.

“It wasn’t too much was it, Jagi?” You asked him, burying your head into his neck.

“No Jagiya. Of course not, you know I would tell you otherwise. And we have a safe word.” Jun reassured. He let out a low chuckle. “Besides… I deserved it.”

anonymous asked:

hi!! i was wondering, do u perhaps know any other writers that have a similar style in writing as yours? i rarely find them in the svt fic community, so maybe u could help me :D

hello!! i hope you’ve been having a good day! as for your questions, i don’t think so?  as far as i can tell, the svt fic writing community is really diverse in styles which is super cool imho!! so while i can’t rec authors who have a similar writing style to me since i can’t think of any, i can rec people i adore reading and would scale a mountain for!!

me spreading love n fic recs beneath the cut aka WALLS OF TEXT AND RAMBLES also note: i’ve read so many things and i almost always forget to like them rip

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It's A Challenge Celebration!

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One thousand of you absolutely, the most wonderfully, the bestest, the most terrific people are following my blog!! I have no words!

Just kidding, I really do have plenty of words!

Seeing how today is my birthday (the 11th) and I hit this milestone the other day (1117 followers as of this morning!) I’m gonna host another challenge. I love watching movies and binge watching TV shows. So that will be the focus of my challenge!

Under the rules, I have listed 50 movies/shows. Pick one and run with it! Have your characters reenact the movie or a scene from it, have them watch the movie/show in you fic, use the soundtrack from the movie, have one of your characters constantly quote from a movie: use the movie or show however you want. Just have fun with it!!!

Forever Peeps tagged under the cut, plus a few others. If you wish to be added to the tag list, click the link on my master list. And as always, if you wish to be removed just let me know.

So, on to the rules and your choices, all of which are below the cut!

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The Exquisite Corpse

Okay guys, the Exquisite Corpse Writing challenge is officially over! You all did an amazing job and I always couldn’t wait to read the next part every day! So as promised, here’s the story in full with credits from each writer at the bottom of their section and no weird reblogs between parts. Enjoy!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2950

Warnings: None

Summary: Dean and the reader look through an old box of pictures and end up finding more than memories between the layers of glossy cardstock.

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“Y/N? Where are you?”

  A deep voice drew your attention from what you were doing and you looked up just in time to see Dean Winchester’s towering form appear in the doorway. He squinted down in confusion and you flashed him an innocent smile.

  “What the hell is that?” he asked.

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anonymous asked:

Vanderwood A-Z pls? =3=

LMAOOO, okay. ^^

A: What are/were this character’s best subjects in school?

None. Vanderwood is pretty smart, so school was a breeze for him. There was so much shit going on back home all the time, he didn’t really consider it. I feel like he would be into Literature though..because he likes to read, it gets his mind off a lot. ^^

B: Do they have any allergies?

Ya. To stupidity, messiness and 707, lol.

C: Can they swim well?

I mean, he’s a secret agent. If he can dodge bullets, he should know how to swim. I like to think there was a mission where he and Seven had to infiltrate a yacht, then once they got the information they needed, they rigged the whole thing with explosives and they jumped out into the ocean at the last second. Like bad asses. 

D: How they react to being flirted with?

*deep blushing* “What the hell are you saying?”

“Um…okay.”

“I don’t understand why you feel that way towards someone like me..”

“I appreciate it.”

E: How are they with children?

If it was their child, super protective, super naggy. Would read them a story every night and tuck them in. Always made sure they were fed and happy. If it wasn’t his child, like maybe Seven’s or Jumins, and he was simply ~looking after~ them, it would be the same thing. He would deny it at first, but wow they want a kid one day..

F: What’s one thing they’re really bad at?

Dancing. He is terrible at dancing. please don’t make him dance lmao, he will cry. 

but tbh i could see him giving his s/o a lapdance tho im

Okay and ice skating. Everyone seems to love the ice skating date idea. But this man cannot ice skate, LOOOL.

G: How do they flirt?

They will show you a bit more tolerance with you than he does with others. He’ll remember the little things about you that others probably wouldn’t. He’d actually comfort you, and give you small gifts that reminded him of you. Occasionally will tell you, “Being around you, makes me not want to tase someone.”

H: What is their deadly sin?

Abandoning his loved ones and dropping people who genuinely cared for him throughout life. Being neglectful of other’s feelings and pushing them away. Maybe.. killing a few people too. ;u;

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves?

I give him a solid 2. I mean, he doesn’t like himself, but hey, he knows he’s better than Seven.

J: What’s their sense of humour like?

Sarcasm, so much sarcasm.

K: How do you know when you’ve upset them?

When they give you the cold shoulder and act like you don’t exist. Vanderwood is really good at ignoring people btw. He’s stubborn too. So…you better step up and apologize, because God knows he won’t, lmao. whydoilovehim

L: What is their favourite board game?

Life. Because it’s cute and domestic. They get to make decisions they wish they could’ve.

M: What is their favourite dessert?

Hmm..I feel like he would be really into danishes, cobbler, or cheesecake. 

N: What do they usually eat for breakfast?

Coffee with oats and fruit…OR WAFFLES. I think he would really like waffles lol. Also crumpets. 

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out?

Prying into him and confronting him about his past, that is, if you knew anything about it if he told you. It makes him uncomfortable and it hurts him a lot. Or trying to force him to voice his feelings. He hasn’t even come to terms with himself on a lot, so please give him time & space. ;u;

P: How do they handle money?

They’re pretty frugal with it. He has a budget, despite how much they make. 

Q: Are they patient?

It depends on who or the situation. He has used up most of his patience with Seven, so…

R: What are their hands like?

Uhmm, they would be about the average size for male hands lol. His fingernails would be nicely cut and his hands would be super clean!! He wears gloves for a reason, lol.

S: How stealthy are they?

They’re one of the best agents at his agency. He’s as stealthy as can be! 

T: Where are they ticklish?

He’s not that ticklish tbh. Although, I feel like if you tickled him at his sides a bit, he would let out a groan before shooing you away; cause maybe he’s just a bit sensitive there, hehe.

U: What’s their voice like?

Smooth like jazz. It’s nice, deep, clean and modulated. He honestly has such a nice voice, can lowkey sing a bit too! While he’s cleaning or cooking though. He can have the most monotone sound ever though if you happen to annoy him or he’s just being sarcastic. 

V: What’s the easiest way to annoy them?

Being messy or being loud. Poking them repeatedly or having bad manners, like smacking your food or burping.

W: Can they dance?

nO. Okay.. maybe a few toe touches, stepping from left to right and all, a little shimmy here & there, but nO.

X: What’s their most petty little secret?

I read this somewhere, I forgot whose blog it was but this was the first thing that came to mind when I read this! Basically faking calls to his boss to make Seven work, which I think is hilarious. Whoever wrote that, all credit is to you. ^^

Other than that, probably kicking ice below the fridge. LMAOO. 

Y: What is one question they’ve always wanted an answer to?

“Why is the RFA so damn complicated?”

Z: How do they sleep?

Vandy is a pretty light sleeper. It’s just natural instinct for him to always be alert tbh. He sleeps without a shirt on (*cue nose bleed*) and just their boxers..he lies on his back, one arm above him, the other resting on his stomach, his head turned to the side slightly and the covers only pulled up to about his waist. Sometimes throughout the night he may turn onto his side. He doesn’t snore much. A pretty quiet sleeper tbh, looks like an angel when he sleeps.


loool, i hope this satisfied you, anon!! I received a few more characters, AND YOU CAN KEEP SENDING THEM IN!! But it’s 3AM, and I’m kind of tired after this, so I’m hitting the sack!

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Constellations of freckles and moles

A/N: Thank you @snowbaz-lover for the amazing prompt I hope this is what you had in mind. Also thank you too, everyone, I can’t believe I hit 100 followers I honestly never thought this blog would get any followers so thank you so much it means a lot to me :). Enjoy!

Baz

“You two should go somewhere this weekend” I looked up from the book I was reading, we were currently lounging around the living room Bunce was sitting on her love seat (she had bought it claiming Snow and I always hogged the couch) and I was sitting on the couch with my legs on Snow’s lap who was intently watching something on the television. I nudged him with my foot drawing his attention towards the conversation “I mean you just finished your finals and I’m sure Simon could take a few days off from work so, you two should go somewhere” Bunce insists I quirked an eyebrow “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re trying to get rid of us Bunce” I smirked “Actually that’s a great idea, we should go somewhere it’d be fun. We could get the car and drive down to the countryside” Snow agreed, I didn’t see any problems and it would be nice to get a break from all the city noise.

For the next week that is all Snow ever talked about road trip this and road trip that, after the hundredth time of him jumping up yelling “Oh and we could…” I looked at him seriously “Have you ever been on a road trip Snow?” his excited demeanour vanished and he looked somewhat embarrassed making me feel guilty for having asked so rudely. “I mean, besides the long bus rides to Watford not really, I was only ever in the homes for the summer so I didn’t get to do much” he looked down at his lap, I knew he didn’t like talking about Watford or the homes and I smiled seeing how far he’s come “Well, I’m glad I will be the one to take you to your first” and it was true, I was.

I loved being the first to do things with Simon, his first time in the ocean, his first time at an amusement park all those times filled me with joy seeing his face light up and seeing him run around like an excited puppy at the park.

A week later and we’re putting picnic blankets, our cameras and our packed clothes into the trunk of my car. Snow had offered to drive and although I would have usually said no he looked so eager and what the hell, why not?

Simon

I was super excited and not just because Baz let me drive his car but because I was going on a ROAD TRIP! My first ever road trip, I honestly couldn’t be happier and the fact that I was going with Baz just made it all the more perfect. Baz is always showing me new things and taking me to new places I didn’t even know I wanted to go. We were just leaving the city and the radio was softly playing P!TAD, Baz was being incredibly quiet but when I turned to look at him he was leaning against the window peacefully sleeping. He looked so cute his hair was on his face and his lips were slightly parted, slipping my hand into my pocket I snapped a quick photo (I know, I know it’s dangerous) before going back to driving.

Baz’s family had cabin far out in the countryside where there’s a lake and it’s quiet so we’d be staying there, Baz had given me the directions before we left also casting a stay in your lane to keep us from getting lost.

We arrived just as Baz woke up, getting our things out of the car we made our way to the cabin, it wasn’t huge which knowing the Pitch family was a big difference to the usual castles they live in. It was already three in the afternoon “How about we eat something then go swimming?” Baz suggested and seeing as I was starving I agreed. Baz made sandwiches and we went outside to eat, I finished first and decided to cool off in the lake“ I’m going to get in the water, you coming?” Baz still had half of a sandwich left (he eats really slowly because I don’t like him to cover his fangs but he’s still self-conscious) he nodded his head in a sort of ‘you go, I’ll be there in a minute’ sort of way. I took off my shirt and ran in doing a cannibal into the water.

Baz

He took off his shirt and of course me being pathetic and weak (so weak) I stared, he had constellations of freckles and moles littered around his back and chest and I loved each and every single one of them. Quickly finishing my sandwich I ran in after Snow, the second I emerged from the water Simon was splashing me with water I went back under and grabbed his ankle giving it a good yank. I could hear him scream under water and he must have jumped six feet into the air when I come up I’m laughing like a mad man and he’s doing this adorable glare, but then he looks at me and he burst out laughing as well.

We continue to play around in the lake and before we know it the sun is gone and the stars are up. Being exhausted from all the splashing and laughing we lay down on the soft grass beneath the stars, it is beautiful we could see the entire galaxy but all I could think about was Simon, Simon lying down next to me, Simon holding my hand, Simon, Simon, Simon.

It reminds me of the time Simon held my hand and pushed his magik into me, the room had vanished and all there was were stars, stars and Simon, always Simon. “Do you remember when you pushed your magik to me in our dorm room?” I ask and turn my head to look at him, he’s as lost in the constellation of stars as I am in the constellation of his freckles and moles. “Yeah” his answer is barely a whisper and I think he’s just as scared as I am to break this moment “You took me to the stars, and through the whole thing I was with you” I’m also whispering and when I look back up to the stars I feel like I’m back at Watford in our shared room holding Simon Snow’s hand as electricity fills me and I am alive. “I love you Simon Snow” I’m looking at him again, he turns to me and he’s smiling so I smile and god he’s so beautiful “And I love you Tyrannous Basilton Grimm-Pitch” he’s leaning forward and I find myself doing the same, his lips are soft and gentle on mine and there’s no desperation to the kiss just his heart of gold.