trip is standing right there you two

little things that remind me of the mbti types

enfp: curiousity, bright eyes, sunflowers, artsy aesthetic pictures, sudden laughter, looking someone in the eye, concert tickets, glitter, feeling at home, fresh smells

enfj: campfire, picking out what to wear somewhere, long rants about things you care about, post-it notes, little smiles, encouraging words, compassion, mood swings, neon lights

esfp: new videos of your favourite youtubers, picnics, shivers, acoustic guitars, realising that you are in love, little notes scribbled onto paper, plants

esfj: waking up knowing that the day will be great, getting to know new people better, polaroids, colourful notebooks, the sea, talking to your best friend about things you can’t talk about with anybody else

infj: astronomy, lilac sky, wanting to know the reason for something so badly, holding in tears while smiling, maps of places you want to visit, book piles, late night conversations

infp: sketchbooks, self-made playlists, hopes for the future, reading a book for the hundreth time, obsessing about something, caring too much, finally finding someone who understands

isfj: galleries, cycling through the city late at night, nostalgia, “the one song”, the moon, suddenly being overwhelmed with emotion, buying yourself new flowers to place next to your desk, enjoying the first minutes of the day in bed

isfp: reassuring words, making your hair look perfect, little poems, waterfalls, lace, loving your friends more than anything, wanderlust, smell of roses

intj: reading a book while being on a social event, raised eyebrows, quick thoughts, structures, skyscrapers, an empty street at night, crystals, wit and sarcasm, cold evenings, eye bags, forgetting about your surroundings

intp: spending hours on wikipedia, always looking for the right answer, dusk, petrichor, cold air, first days of winter, everything finally making sense, writing ideas down, searching for the right words, being really passionate about something

istj: postcards, rings, flea markets, rivers, city trips, black and white photographs, to-do lists, gentle nods, taking someone’s hand, everything working out how you thought it would

istp: graffiti, holograms, city’s at night, rollercoasters, electric guitars, black holes, connecting two ideas

estj: ancient ruines, sculptures, skylines, first snow, justice, the feeling of doing the right thing, glory, hard work

estp: loyality, glass figures, blizzards, cold colours, paradox

entj: smokings, black grids, power, mansions, the sounds of high heels clicking, assuring yourself that you are going to suceed, having the perfect plan, standing on top of a skyscraper, tension, galas, freshly printed magazines

entp: excitement, knowing that you can’t stop now, i-don’t-care-but-i-do, smirks, waiting for people to reply, eyes widening, “what if…”

angry short, mellow tall aus

these were requested by so many people omg,, time to deliver

  • you’re always making fun of my short legs well jokes on you sucker because you are failing so hard at this obstacles course with your giraffe limbs
  • you can pout all you want, at the end of the day i win all the arguments because i can just pick you up and place you in a corner a sulk yourself tired
  • i really wanna knee you in the crotch right now but your crotch is too fucking high
  • “how did you two meet?” “they tripped over me. while i standing.”
  • man, i hate going out into huge crowds with you because i always lose you among all the children and i have to peruse through all of them to find you
  • man, i love going out into huge crowds with you because you’re like a beacon sticking out and i’m basically never lost
  • whenever i get too mad or frustrated or down you give me a piggyback and it’s embarrassing how much it calms me
  • you’re so fantastic to cuddle because i can, like, hold all of you. no place misses out on my hugs, you get all the hug, the full hug,, all my love

- jo

Best Game Ever

Originally posted by mayfifolle


Request from an awesome anon: “I loved your most recent mark smut! can I request a Mark smut with dom!mark with dry humping but then he can’t take it anymore and yeah”

Hope you enjoy love, I made it a little fluffy too :)

Warnings: Adult Content


“Alright you guys, I’m going to bed. Goodnight” Youngjae said, getting up from the couch.

You and Mark smiled at him.

“Goodnight, Sunshine,” you said as he made his way to his room.

One by one the guys dropped like flies during your movie night. They had practice earlier that day and were so exhausted. Youngjae was the last of them.

Now it was just you and Mark, alone.

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EXO react when their kid hits them in the nuts

yeah this is weird but i’m weird af so it’s okie :)


Sehun:*screamed when his kid accidentally threw a ball at his balls but turned the scream into a high note so his kid laughed and didn’t feel bad that he caused immense damage to his dad’s genitalia*


Kai:*he’s so great with kids that when his son threw a toy at his crotch he hid the pain in his eyes, blinked the tears back and laughed along with his smiling child bc he a gr8 dad ok find a better one*


Tao:*silently wiped tears away after his daughter launched a water bottle at him, hitting him right in the nuts. He turned to you with the saddest look on his face you’d ever seen and said:*

“Y/N in the unlikely event my balls can still produce kids after this ordeal, and as much as I love this one, we are not having more”


D.O:*his kid was sitting on his lap and whilst trying to get comfy accidentally punched him in the crotch. He turned round, smiling through the pain, to see you laughing uncontrollably as you’d had full view of the whole thing*


Chanyeol:*you heard him yelling from three rooms away, and when you went in to see what the hell the problem was you saw Chan lying on the floor cry-laughing whilst your son was standing looking down at him in bewilderment, not aware he’d just kicked his dad right in the nuts*


Chen:*y’all were on a family trip out and it was bloody freezing, so Jongdae opened his coat for his daughter to snuggle into. Only she may have wacked him in the balls whilst doing so, but since you were in public he couldn’t make noise so he stood there with this face for like ten minutes trying to recover*


Baekhyun:*was being attacked by your two sons, one trapping him in a headlock the other trying to tickle him but accidentally elbowing him in the nuts instead. You watched the whole thing in amusement and pride that you were raising two kids that could defeat Byun Baekhyun*


Lay:*loves his daughter to death but even his patience was wearing thin with her when she’d decided it would be hilarious to try and punch her dad in the crotch. Once she succeeded he lifted her up, placed her on your lap and left the room to go recover*

“Papa’s leaving it’s mother-daughter bonding time now”


Suho:*your daughter was having a tantrum and was throwing toys and books around her room, whilst Junmyeon was trying to calm her sassy ass tf down. However he happened to be in range of the next book that came flying through the air, the edge just hitting him in the nuts and he winced in pain*

“I’m fine :)”


Kris:*despite the ungodly pain, he was quick to forgive his daughter when she hit him right in the nuts with a toy, since it was an accident and you admired how well-natured he is with her top dad no.2 here*


Luhan:*a total drama queen when his daughter punched him in the balls by accident, and he spent the day contemplating everything*

Y/N:“Lu you’ve been staring into space all da-”

L:“Shh a great mind is at work here”


Xiumin:*he’s so patient and good-natured that he barely reacted when your son elbowed him in the nuts whilst climbing all over his lap. He simply flinched and continued playing with him bc super dad 3.0 lol as you giggled at the whole thing*


I don’t own the gifs, credit to respective owners

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 6

A/N: Once again thank you guys for all of the wonderful feedback, and I’m so glad that you all like it. This was kind of just a quick lil filler until the next chapter which I’mma probably start working on tomorrow. I’m taking Saturday off to binge watch the whole 13 Reasons Why series so if it’s not up in time you know why. Hope you all enjoy! 💕                                          

**Warning** Nothing at all, just cute fluffiness kind of?


Parts: One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen


“Y/N! I lost Connor.” Felix groaned as he made his way over to you.

“How long ago?”

“I dunno, like five to ten.” He sighed, knowing that the fashion guru could practically be anywhere in the mall at this point. You’d be surprised at how fast the sun kissed boy could move.“ He said something about a fifty percent off sale.”

“No telling where that boy ran off to. Here, help me with this.” You then held up a dress and a skirt.“Which one?”

“Uh…I wanna say the skirt because this is a pretty peach color, but the dress is gorgeous.”

“Cute gorgeous or thotish gorgeous?”

“Thotish, definitely.”

“Exactly what I’m looking for.” You smiled and Felix let out a laugh, shaking his head at you.

“Trying to purposely look like a hoe?”

“Nah, but Connor told me to buy something slutty for tonight.”

“Ah, I see.” He began to scan through the clothing rack, a smile on his face as he thought about what a mess his lover was. “Connor is insane.”

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“I hate you.” (Joji)

Anon Request: an imagine where you and joji absolutely hate each other but because you’re both friends with the other boys you’re forced to hang out together but one night, somehow, things get really heated and smutty? xx


Y/N’s POV

I groaned dramatically, trying to catch the attention of at least Max, or Ian…mostly Ian. I wanted to desperately leave this dreaded apartment and one of those two idiots was my ticket out of here considering that I didn’t have a ride. Well, Ian was my ride, but he was too busy up George’s ass to even notice me. I hated coming over here to this apartment, I hated this atmosphere, and most of all: I hated George. Yeah, ‘hate’ is a strong word and all, but that’s just how I felt. It was with such animosity that I could barely look at him without having the urge to deck him right in the face. He was sat on the couch across from me, scrolling through his phone as he smiled and spoke to Max and Ian about something stupid. The three of them laughed, and I felt like they were mocking me…I was the only one sitting there and pouting as if I was a five year old that had their favorite toy taken away from them.

“Y/N, you need to see this.” Ian laughed as he patted the empty space next to him.

I glared at him and then Max, both of them on either sides of George. I rolled my eyes and scoffed. My bitterness towards George stemmed from a deeper issue. It wasn’t just me being hostile for no reason.

“I’d rather choke then go over there.” I muttered.

We had been out the whole attending to every need George had, doing everything George waned to do. I was excluded from everything purposely. They shot a few things for videos on all of their channels, and when Max or Ian called me over, George would instead take my place and fill in. It was always some kind of competition when it came to Ian and Max, as if he didn’t spend enough time with them already. For some reason, it always had to revolve around George. Ever since the first day I met him, it was as though the attention was always on him, and he distracted them from me.

“Have it your way.” George mumbled as he continued laughing with the guys.

That night, we had stayed over at George’s apartment being that we had nowhere else to stay because Ian didn’t want to drive downtown and get a hotel. Luckily for me, Ian was with me in the guest room where he and Max were going to be rooming.

“I have to step out real quick with Max to go pick up a few things that we ordered from that camera company I was telling you about. Remember that lens I ordered? Well, I have to go to the company and get it myself with Max since he had ordered some sort of case from the same place. Its an hour and a half drive.” Ian told me as he folded some of his clothes as he sat on the bed.

“You’re going to leave me here with him.” I gasped, “Take me with you, please. Come on, I promise I won’t say a single word the whole ride there and the ride back.”

“Y/N, just stay here. Plus, look. Joji needs some help cleaning up a little…just be civil until we get back.” he told me.

I didn’t want those two cunts leaving me with George. Max talked me into staying behind unfortunately, saying that I’d get bored with the trip. Ian even suggested talking to him and maybe squashing the beef between the both of us.which I doubt would ever occur in this lifetime… I walked into the hallway, leaving the guest room, and I came to a stop when I heard George speaking.

“Guys, you’re seriously not leaving me with Y/N, right? What the hell?! You guys know I can’t stand her…let me go with you, she won’t mind being alone. She’s always alone anyways, being that she hasn’t been in a relationship for a long ass time.” he belittled, “She’s so fucking annoying…dude, all she does is take up space…”

I knew I abhorred him completely before with every poison filled bone in my body, wanting nothing to do with him…but now I felt it with such distaste. George was repulsive to me.

“Look, she doesn’t like it either, but we’ll be back quick.” Ian explained, “You won’t even notice we’re gone.”

They said their goodbyes and after hearing the front door shut, I abandoned the hallway, retreating back into the guest room. I was occupying the bed for about ten minutes, lying there and taking up space, like how George said I did. I couldn’t deny that what he said didn’t at least hurt me in some sense. Like, I guess it did but I was so used to ignoring his existence it really didn’t have an affect on me. I heard a soft knock on the door followed by the twist of the doorknob. I found it rude how he just let himself in that way, but at the same time, it his apartment. I continued staring at the ceiling, not wanting to look at him.

“Do you want popcorn or something?” he asked bluntly.

“No.” I spat.

“Starve and die then.” he muttered.

“Gladly.” I told him.

All I felt was the room become empty and I heard the door slam shut. It startled me a little, making me jump as I remained on my back, staring at the blank ceiling. Someone’s grumpy, I thought to myself. Like, alright yeah, I get it. I suck, I’m annoying, and he probably rather die than be stuck in the same vicinity as me because that’s exactly how I feel about being here with him, but are you really going to slam doors in your apartment to emphasize how much I get under your skin? I sat up feeling thirsty. Five minutes into a battle with myself about getting up or not, I decided to get up and be a big girl and go get myself a glass of water. I was hesitant, not wanting George to say anything to me. He sat on the couch with an unopened beer in his hand as I lightly creeped past him and went not the kitchen. I poured myself some water and as I gulped it down, I thought about leaving tomorrow since Ian had said we’d leave first thing in the morning. I wanted to be far away from George, I never liked coming to New York because we only came here to see him.

“You could’ve asked me for a glass instead of snooping around my kitchen.” his voice startled me, making the cup slip out of my hand and crash onto the floor into pieces.

I gasped, scared that he’d start his bitching.

“See what you do?!” he shouted at me, stretching out his arms.

“Me?! You’re the one that came up behind me like some kind of spy. Wear a damn bell next time, maybe that way we’d all be able to hear you.” I shouted back.

“Oh, shut up! You’re the reason why I have to sneak around, so you’re annoying ass doesn’t see me and automatically say something about you wanting to leave and doing something better or coming at me with your bullshit.” he seethed.

“This is exactly why-“ I started.

“You what?” he tested me.

“I hate you.” I disputed.

I wasn’t going to just let him walk all over me the way he normally did. Like, it’s pretty evident you dislike me, no need to make it more known by being mean and rude. He crouched on the floor and began to pick up the jagged pieces of the broken glass. I began to help him as well and he grabbed my wrist unexpectedly in a rough manner, “Stop. What? Are you trying to have a shard slice your hand open?!” he scolded.

“Oh, look at that. You do have a heart.” I rolled my eyes, “I’m a big girl, George. I can clean up my own mess by myself. I don’t need you being a big ass baby and telling Ian or Max I smashed one of your stupid fucking cups.”

“Why don’t you ever call me Joji? And you’re fighting with me over picking up shards of fucking glass. Just get out of the damn way, Y/N.” he argued.

I ignored him and continued picking up the shards. I didn’t want to call him ‘Joji’ because that’s what his close friends called him and I am no friend of his. If I was anything to him, I was probably an enemy.

“Your friends call you ‘Joji’…I’m not your friend.” I said as I held a few pieces of glass in my hands and dumped them in the trash can.

“You’re right. We’re not friends.” he muttered as he pushed past me to go into the kitchen. I followed him, wanting to know what the hell his problem with me was. I stood in the center of the room and he glared at me bitterly, clenching his jaw and sitting down on the couch.

“What is your issue with me? You already know what mine is with you, but for some reason you’re always such a dick towards me…” I announced.

He stood up and sighed, rolling his eyes, “You’re kidding, right? I never have time with my friends because of you. You stick to them like some sort of leech, sucking the fun out of everything we do. You walk around like you’re some sort of goddess, as if you control shit and run shit…” he inched closer to me, becoming more sour with every word that left his mouth, “And you don’t run anything…you-you waltz around in the shortest dresses and the tightest tights catching attention from pervs and distracting my other friends. I know you hate me…”

George backed me up into the chilled wall, goosebumps took over my body as I watched his lips attentively.

“So?” I asked with a slight attitude as I crossed my arms over my chest.

He let out a laugh, his eyes went from the floor to my face as he closed the space in between us. George stared at my lips and said, “You think I hate you, huh?”

I nodded slowly, not having any words for what was happening. I didn’t want it to stop…even if I claimed I hated him. He was rude, repulsive, alluring, and a dick… but that didn’t mean I didn’t want his…

“I’m gonna show you just how much I hate you.” he whispered as he leaned in.

George’s lips met mine aggressively as his hands intertwined in my hair. I didn’t protest nor did I reject him. I wanted him. Not knowing how much time we had left alone made us become very hasty. He led me straight to his room, where he shut the door and quickly attended to me while I plopped down onto his bed. My eyes scrutinized his room, I’ve never even taken a glimpse of it. George was surprisingly neat and organized, I’d imagined he was a slob but he proved me wrong. I was startled when I felt his cold fingers trace the bare skin on my stomach as he hooked my pants with his fingers. He made his way in between my clothed legs and unbuttoned my pants. While he was lowering my zipper, I jerked my pants off and began to work on his button and zipper. I was impatient and anxious. My issue with George was pushed in the back of my brain. I did not want to think about it anymore, I just wanted to think about how good he would make me feel and make it up to me. Removing his pants, he sucked on my neck, nibbling a little bit. His hand made his way into my underwear making me sharply draw in a breath.

“You wanna know something?” he whispered in a low voice as he entered a finger in me.

I moaned in response.

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you.” he lightly chuckled, placing another finger inside of me and working his fingers faster, “The first time I met you and opened that pretty little mouth of yours I knew you were someone I wanted. You hate me? Let me fuck that hate out of you, baby.”

My hand clasped his wrist as his actions sped up, not knowing what to grab and where to my hands. I was a mess under him, moaning and whimpering as he continued leaving marks on my neck and collarbones. He stopped before I was able to cum, my head hit his pillow as I laid there gasping, trying to catch my breath.

“I’m not done with you yet.” he snickered taking off my underwear and then instantaneously got rid of his.

We made out as he teased my opening with his hard erection, without a warning, he surprisingly thrusted into me. He was slow at first, but none the lead, it made all the difference in length. I gripped the blankets in my palms, biting my bottom lip as I shut my eyes. His thumb rubbed circles on my clit. After some time passed, he flipped me over so that I was on my knees. He gripped my hair in his hands and got close to my ear, “Let me show you how much  I hate you.”

He grabbed my hip with his left hand as his right continued holding my hair tenderly while he pulled out and teased me awfully slowly. I et out a small whimper, earning a light chuckle from him.

“Stop with the teasing, Joji.” I whispered.

Joji gave in and his actions became rugged with each slow stroke. I lowered the upper half of my body into the mattress, muffling my moans as he got faster and his motions rougher. I slid my arm below me and let my fingers rub my clit, I was close to my high and Joji’s motions made me near my climax faster than I had expected. My thighs burned as my legs shook, cumming onto his cock as he continued with his pace, pounding me as rough as he could. Moaning into the sheets to keep from making noise was no help, I was loud regardless. Joji’s moans were low growls, they became intense as his thrusts got clumsier. Joji pulled out, immediately spurting onto my ass, his grunts declined and instead turned into sighs of pleasure. Helping me clean up, Joji also aided me in getting dressed. He stared at me as we stood by his room’s door, “What?” I asked, confused.

“Wanna hate each other more often?” he smirked.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I smiled.

Just as we exited the room and walked into the living room, the front door swung open. Ian smiled at us and said, “Hey! Did you guys work things out?”

Joji looked at me, giving me a wink, I couldn’t help but smile discreetly as I turned to Ian and Max. My smile disappeared and I cleared my throat, attempting to act cool, “Something like that.”

I sat on the couch, crossing my arms over my chest, continuing the act as Joji sat on the the other couch, eyeing me with a grin. All I could hope for was the next time Joji and I were left alone…maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Soon- Connor McDavid

Originally posted by mcdraii

(A GIF FROM THE VIDEOOOO)

Ok so if y'all haven’t seen the video of Connor with the children… do you not have social media? Seriously… watch it! It’s adorable! And Connor got 100 points last night?!?!! FABULOUSSSSS!!! Enjoy!

Warning: unfiltered cuteness

@mysweetdragonfly Request: And then for the happy one cause that video fucked me up of him with the kids I was thinking like you go with him there and your kinda just watching him with the kids and just thinking how good of a dad he will be ( idk maybe your like promised to eachother) and then after he is done you go to see him and it’s all cute and fluffy a little play fighting and then he kisses you in front of some of the kids and they are like ewwwwwww idk man it’s up to you

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              You sat on the bleachers with the parents, watching as the kids skated out onto the ice. The woman next to you cheered loudly as number 14 was called out.

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How They Would React to You Being Extremely Clumsy

A/N: Hype me up for my first reaction guys! This was requested and they didn’t specify if they wanted OT12 or not so I’m just gonna do it. *I don’t own any of the gifs*

Requested by: @armyexolgalaxy

Chanyeol: He would live and thrive off the fact that his baby was just as clumsy as him. You two would practically have to wrap yourselves in bubble wrap just to go outside. You were a walking caution sign, but no matter what, Chanyeol would be there to give every bruise, cut, and scrape a kiss to make you feel better.

Baekhyun: Homeboy is the king of teasing and judging so be prepared for some side glances when your clumsy side shines through. He would always help you, but you’re lying to yourself if you think he isn’t gonna throw some kind of remark at you.

*CRASH*

BH: “Jagi, are you okay?!”

Y/N: “Yeah! I just tripped over the coffee table.”

BH: “You mean the one that’s been in the same place since we moved in…?”

Y/N: “…Yeah, that one.”

Minseok: He would be amazed that you could manage to trip over nothing but your own two feet.He wouldn’t really mind it if you two were at home, but if you were out, he’d probably opt to just carrying you around.

Yixing: I don’t think he’d really mind that you were so clumsy. He might even find it super cute that you were so accident prone. Like, I imagine you walking towards him with a super nice homemade meal that you made for your anniversary before you completely wipe out at his feet. He’d laugh as helped you up and brushed food off your clothes before pecking your lips and suggesting you two order takeout.

Kyungsoo: He wouldn’t be bothered by it, and if he was he wouldn’t say anything.He would just silently do things for you so that your accidents wouldn’t happen. For example, cooking for you and keeping you out of the kitchen, wrapping an arm around your waist when he sees a wet floor sign, showering with you. (Okay, that last one might be more for him than for you.)

Jongdae: So, you remember that episode of EXO Showtime when Jongdae was cooking meat and it flew off the grill and onto the ground, right? You’re the meat. Every time you fell or dropped something, he would give you that disappointed look followed by an elongated sigh.

“Aish, there she goes again.”

Junmyeon: Mama Bear Suho would do everything in his power to baby proof your surroundings. Once he realized that you were clumsy to the point of tripping when standing still, Mama broke out his tools and went to work. Lord save him when you two decide to have kids. Having his big baby walking around with his little baby would make him stressed to the max. It’s lucky that he’s had good practice dealing with Chanyeol.

Jongin: This little sunshine wouldn’t even notice that you were abnormally clumsy. He just thought things seemed to happen to you because of fate. Every time you fell, he would be shocked.

“Wow, isn’t it crazy that you always seem to trip over the same spot whenever we come here?”

Sehun: Sass Master Sehun always had something to say whenever you fell or dropped something. His snide remarks would be followed with a glare and pout from you before he laughed it off and said you were cute when you pouted or something like that.

“Hm, I wonder where that wall came from. Sure seems like it popped out of no where, right?”

“Wow, gravity is sure loving on you today, Jagi.”

“Floor, are you okay?”

OT12:

Luhan: He would always teasingly scold you whenever you tripped, but you both knew he found it to be the funniest thing on the planet. 

“Yah!” *laughs* “Why can’t you just walk normally?” *laughs again* “I’m gonna have to make you wear padding under your clothes now!”

Kris: Kris would always give you a strange look whenever you fell, even though he was guilty of the same things. He’s just as clumsy as you, but refuses to admit it. 

“How did you manage to-” *trips over the exact same thing you did*

Tao: He really wouldn’t care if you two were at home, but in public he was more wary of your clumsiness. If you fell while out with him, he would pretend he didn’t know you.

*through gritted teeth* “Jagi, we’re in public.”

Paradise | 2

Overview/Summary: After one of her best friends goes through a bad breakup she’s not ready to discuss just yet, Riley is dragged along to an impromptu vacation in a tropical paradise. While her and her two friends are there they meet three guys who seem just as lost as they are. 14 days. 10 Rules.
Writers Notes: In this AU Farkle was never childhood friends with riley/maya + as always text in ‘italics’ are flashbacks. 
Rating: T/M  (Because cursing & also because I’m not going to restrict myself)
Previous Chapters: 1 
WordCount: 3,730
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Chapter Two: Thou Shall Not Be Reckless.

[ Last Night ]

“So Columbia, huh?” Lucas smiled, plopping himself down on the sand. The other four were still making their way up the beach when he decided he needed to take a break. Riley sunk down next to him, pulling her knees against her chest. “What was your major?”

“Journalism.” She answered politely, “With a minor in Anthropology.”

“Those seem like two very different things.” He chuckles, “Why Anthropology?”

Riley shrugs, “I don’t know… I guess I like people. I’ve always been a people person.”

A small smile falls on his lips, “Wow.”

“What?” Her face drops, suddenly very self conscious.

“It’s just… that was refreshing.” He laughs, shaking his head. “I’m so used to people being pessimistic y'know? Like everyone is always talking about how people suck and that they hate everyone. It’s just nice to hear.”

“As an eternal optimist I have a lot faith in humanity, sometimes a little too much.” She smiles, glancing at him quickly before looking back down at her hands. “Most people think of it as being naïve.”

“I don’t.” He replies without hesitation. “I think it makes you special.”

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Fic idea 2 won!

I picked up my laptop to do homework and this fic fell out, oops

No one was outright saying that the crash was Lance’s fault, but their silence as just as incriminating as Keith and Lance supported most of Shiro’s weight to keep it off his broken ankle. 

“We need to get somewhere we can wait until the others can come for us,” Shiro gritted out through a tight jaw.

“Can’t we just stay by our Lions?” Lance asked, but Shiro shook his head.

“I already explained that would draw too much attention to us, Lance. Weren’t you listening?” Lance blinked a few times.

“Oh,” was all he replied. In truth, he hadn’t been listening–his head was pounding, and his whole left side had been badly burnt when he’d gotten out of his Lion. The crash had sparked a fire in the dry brush of the planet, and Lance hadn’t noticed it until he was already touching the fire.

“Keep up, Lance,” Keith bit. Lance bristled and opened his mouth to retort that he was doing the best he could, and that he probably had a concussion from where he’d his his head. Keith sounded less patient than their leader did, even though Shiro was the one who was hurt. Shiro was hurt–right. That’s why he couldn’t say anything. Shiro was injured and it was all Lance’s fault. 

So instead of explaining himself, Lance tried to step up his pace. However, he was already pushing it just by being upright, if he was being honest, and the quicker speed was making his head spin unbearably.

“Can we–” he tried to ask, but his mouth started to fill with thin, watery saliva before he could get the words out.

“Can we what?” Shiro asked, but Lance didn’t reply. Instead, he shoved Shrio into Keith hurriedly. 

Shiro grunted in pain as his ankle touched the ground, and Keith yelped in surprise.

“What the hell, Lance?!” Keith barked.

Lance was leaning one arm against a tree, clutching his side weakly.

“Lance?” Shiro tried. Lance started retching. It was several moments of dry-heaving before anything actually came up, and when it did, Shiro and Keith both winced at the liquid noise of vomit hitting the ground.

“Talk to me, buddy,” Shiro instructed, but he sounded very far away from Lance right now. He wanted to sleep, and swayed forward. “What’s going on?” Shiro sounded so, so desperate, and worried–Lance had already done enough to Shiro today. Forcing his eyes to remain open, he turned around, still leaning heavily on the tree, and pulled out his most winning smile.

“Must be the heat,” Lance lied, “Sorry about that. Did I hurt you, Shiro?” 

Shiro shook his head. “No, Lance; I’m fine. I think you should sit down for a minute. You’re not looking very well.”

When Lance shook his head, his whole body teetered dangerously to one side as he stumbled dangerously back toward Keith and Shiro to slide his arm back beneath Shiro’s own, taking on his weight once more. 

“M’good,” he slurred, “We’ve gotta… we were doing something.”

Shiro’s eyebrows pulled together in worry. “You don’t remember?”

Lance looked panicked. He couldn’t let Shiro down, not again. “Course I remember,” he dismissed, “’cause I take this seriously. What kind of paladin would I be if I forgot where we’re going?” 

Lance’s speech sounded downright drunk.

“Something’s seriously wrong,” he heard Shiro say. The black paladin was talking about him, he knew it, but trying to discern what he was saying to Keith was like trying to decipher a foreign language.

“We just gotta get where we’re goin’, then we’ll be good,” Lance tried to help. Another two steps forward found Lance plowing face first into the ground, and with no one able to catch him, he simply hit the floor with a sickening thunk.

“Lance?!” Shiro called, dropping to his knees carefully beside the boy. Now that he was able to see the back of the kid’s head, he noticed that his brown hair was matted with something dark and sticky…

“He was bleeding,” Keith observed. “Do you think he has a concussion?”

Shiro looked at Keith uncertainly. “It seems likely,” he admitted. “Why wouldn’t he say something?” Lance started to come around, his eyes fluttering with the strain of being awake.

“Lance, can you hear me?” Shiro called.

‘Loud and clear, cap’n,” Lance mumbled groggily. “Too loud.”

Shiro took the volume of his voice down a notch. “How’re you feeling? Are you with me?” he asked. 

“M’talkin’ to you,” he replied. 

“Incoherently,” Keith returned. “Lance, can you sit up?” Lance sighed heavily, but finally did so. “That’s good. Can you stand?” 

He didn’t look as certain about this request.

“What are you doing, Keith?! He’s got a concussion and he just collapsed; he’s not in any condition to walk.”

“We’ve got to get to safety somehow,” Keith argued, “And I can’t carry both of you. Either Lance has to walk, or we have to leave one of you here alone while I make two trips, and I don’t want to do that unless we absolutely have to.” Keith had a point. There was no way Lance would be able to fight off an attacker if he were left alone, and, though Shiro didn’t want to admit it, he himself probably couldn’t do that right now, either. He rubbed a hand down his face and sighed. 

“Okay. Lance, buddy. We need you to stand up.” Lance whimpered, and what Shiro knew he had to do next killed him inside a bit. “If you don’t stand up, then Keith is going to have to take you to safety alone, but that means that I’ll be left out here by myself. Do you want that to happen?” 

Lance’s eyes welled up with tears. Shit, shit, shit. Shiro hadn’t meant to do that. He immediately wished he could take it back.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, scrambling to his feet as quickly as he could, “M’sorry, m’sorry Shiro,” he was muttering. It was barely even words at this point, just breathy, hitched syllables that sounded like he was on the verge of tears. Keith felt a little choked up, too.

“You’re doing good, Lance,” Keith reassured. “Don’t rush it; take your time.”

“Jus’ don’t leave Shiro alone here,” he begged. “Nobody gets left behind.”

Keith nodded. “Of course not. We’re not leaving either of you behind. You’re doing so well. Look at that; you’re standing.” And indeed he was, albeit shakily.

“There’s no way I can lean on him right now,” Shiro whispered to Keith, “he can barely hold himself up.” But Lance was suddenly underneath his arm again, supporting his weight.

“Lance, no,” Shiro chastised, “You’ve done enough. Stop.”

Lance was sweating profusely, and heat rolled off his body in waves. Shiro could feel the fever radiating from him. 

“Nobody get’s left behind,” Lance repeated, “Lilo and Stitch,” he continued blearily, “You’re my ohana, mi familia. Nadie se queda atrás.” Neither Keith nor Shiro had ever heard Lance speak Spanish before.

Lance’s pace was excruciating. They were unable to convince him to let go of Shiro, and he stumbled every so often, clutching his left side in agony. However, every time Keith or Shiro asked to see the wound, he refused to let them touch him.

“When it’s safe,” he kept repeating, and they figured it would have to do for now.

The three paladins managed to find a cave to wait in. It was mostly dry, but it had a good view of the planet, and it was secluded far enough away from the Lions that they figured it was their best bet at safety for now.

“Okay, Lance; let’s see your side,” Shiro asserted. Lance, however, was already trying (and failing) to bandage Shiro’s foot. Shiro winced as Lance’s uncoordinated hands grabbed at his foot, pretty clearly seeing double, in an attempt to stabilize the injury.

“I can handle that, Lance,” Keith reassured, “right now, you’re hurt worse. Show us your side.” Lance looked uncertainly at Shiro, who nodded, so he figured that maybe it was okay to let Keith look at his injuries, just for a minute. They really stung, but he knew fuzzily that it couldn’t possibly compare to the pain his leader was experiencing.

Lance needed help getting off his armor. Keith felt uncomfortable about it, but assisted anyway, and once he was finally able to look at him without a shirt on, he paled.

Large, angry burns covered his whole left side.

“Lance, holy… how did you carry me with burns like that?” Shiro asked, flabbergasted. 

Lance shrugged. He let his forehead come to a rest against Keith’s shoulder, slumping forward in utter exhaustion. He’d drained everything he had getting Shiro back here to the cave, but now that they were safe, he figured maybe it was okay to nap.

He didn’t register Keith’s panicked voice telling him to stay awake, or his cool hands palming his forehead and announcing that he was burning up. However, Shiro liked to think that the small, relaxed smile that spread across his face when he stroked the blue paladin’s hair and told him he’d done a good job was not a coincidence.

anonymous asked:

from the aus to consider: "we live in different countries and got paired up as pen pals for a project for school" bc all my friends are long distance and i'm a sucker for pen pals. ps. i rlly love your fics but i am too Shy™ to come off anon

SORRY THIS TOOK A MONTH!!


Dear Bucky,

How are you? My name is Steve. I’m nine and go to school in Brooklyn, New York. Why are you named Bucky? How is Indiana? My teacher says my letter has to be a page long, which is why I am asking so many questions. She also said I could not talk about the Dodger’s last game because you probably didn’t watch it. Can you read my handwriting? My mom says I don’t have good handwriting, which makes me sad. But I do spell really well. Do you speak other languages? I don’t. My mom can speak Spanish and I will start learning Spanish next year. Please write to me and soon. I am excited to talk to someone so far away!

Love,

Steve

Dear Steve,

Hi, I am good, thank you for asking. I’m Bucky and I live in Moscow, Russia. I am American but my dad works for the government and they moved us here two years ago. I don’t always like it in Russia. I used to live in Indiana. I didn’t watch the Dodgers game because my family roots for the Cubs. They lose a lot. I think you have fine handwriting. I also speak some Russian but not a lot. I mostly can ask questions about where the bathroom is. I have a cat named Milky. She’s white. Do you have any pets? I want to hear from you soon, even though we only had to write the one letter for class. Can you send me a picture? I sent you one of me by a museum in Russia.

Love,

Bucky

So that’s how it starts.

Bucky

12:00 AM

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AMERICA!!! 🎉🎉🎉

Me

12:00 AM

Don’t you mean ‘have a very happy eighteenth birthday Steve, light of my life’?

Bucky

12:01 AM

No, I mean happy birthday America. Don’t put words in my mouth, Steve. We’ve been friends for nine years. You should know better.

Me

12:03 AM

Wow Buck. Thanks for ruining my birthday.

Bucky

12:04 AM

RUDE. I was just celebrating America’s birthday because that’s where I am. Right now.

Me

12:04 AM

???

Me

12:05 AM

Aren’t you in St. Petersburg?

Bucky

12:07 AM

Maybe you wanna come downstairs.

Steve jumps out of bed, legs tangled in his blankets. He nearly trips, but that doesn’t stop him. Steve takes the stairs two at a time, thundering down until he’s in the living room.

And there’s Bucky, standing next to Steve’s mom, beaming.

“Steve, look who’s here!” Sarah Rogers says, grinning as she gestures to Bucky. Her grin turns into a chuckle as she notices that her only son came downstairs in a pair of plaid boxers, a black tank top and bedhead. “Dear, you could’ve put on some pants,” she says.

Steve loves his mom, but he ignores her.

“Bucky?” he asks.

Bucky nods. He’s a little shorter than Steve expected him to be in person. It makes Steve grin.

“Hi Steve,” Bucky says. “Happy birthday.”

It takes Steve about three seconds to close the space between them and wrap Bucky in a huge hug, his leather jacket kind of cool against Steve’s skin.

Bucky chuckles, low and soft next to Steve’s ear. “It’s nice to meet you, too,” he says.

“I’ve known you forever, jerk,” Steve says, then pulls back a little, just to take Bucky in. “Hi,” he says.

And then Bucky leans in and presses a kiss to Steve’s lips. “Hi,” he whispers back.

Steve blinks a few times, surprised. “Buck?” he asks.

“I wanted to wait until I could see you in person,” Bucky says. “You, uh… right?”

“What?” Steve asks, starting to smile.

“Don’t make me say it.”

“You like me,” Steve says.

Bucky nods. “Yeah, I do.”

“I like you, too,” Steve says.

Bucky nods again. “Yeah,” he says. “You do.”

Sarah rolls her eyes. “Happy birthday Steve,” she says. “I’m going to bed.”

Bucky laughs, then looks over at her. “Thanks for getting me the ticket over here, Mrs. Rogers,” he says.

“It’s no problem. Now you two… have fun.”

Bucky laughs. “We will,” he says, looking back at Steve. His eyes go soft. “We will.”

anonymous asked:

a dumb question, maybe, but: what's one of your favorite parts about studying classics?

probably the constant reminders that throughout time and regardless of time, place, language, religion, ideology, system of governance or dominant school of thought, people remain fundamentally people

like i know that sounds really glib but it’s like - when i was doing this after alexander course last year, right, we looked at this thing called the zenon papyri, a huge stash of administrative documents from greek-ruled egypt addressed to an official called zenon, which was preserved because the winds changed and the building they were kept in was buried under a massive sand dune. and there’s one which we called the krotos papyri, which is a letter from a native egyptian writing to zenon telling him how he had been mistreated by greeks, who laugh at him because he doesn’t know how to “act like a greek” and call him a barbarian and refuse to pay him his proper wages. which is very familiar. and when you look at the actual papyrus fragment, the writing at the top is big and clear and spaced-out, but as it gets towards the bottom of the page it gets smaller and more cramped and the lines are all squint, because this nameless egyptian guy who does something with camels in the 250s BC hadn’t worked out how long his letter was going to be and he’s realised halfway through that he’s going to run out of space

and in first year i went on this trip to hadrian’s wall, and it started snowing while we were standing on it and the wind was blowing a gale right into our faces, and afterwards we heard a lecture about the vindolanda tablets, and there’s one, tablet 346, a letter to a soldier stationed there - and the soldiers stationed there could come from anywhere in the empire, rome or egypt or north africa, hot places, basically, and the wall is fucking cold - which is maybe from his wife or mother or sister, which reads as follows:

“… I have sent (?) you … pairs of socks from Sattua, two pairs of sandals and two pairs of underpants, two pairs of sandals … Greet …ndes, Elpis, Iu…, …enus, Tetricus and all your messmates with whom I pray that you live in the greatest good fortune."  

and that’s not some kind of “people don’t change” idea. people do change, have changed. you read the stuff these civilisations produced and some of it is so, so alien to us, so hard to understand, so strange. but then in amongst it you find things like people running out of space on their last bit of paper, or sending their son more socks because he’s got a job somewhere cold. and we remember it, these weird small human things, by total random chance! no-one sat down and thought ‘let’s keep this’ - the wind changes and an entire archive of papyri is preserved under a sand dune for 2000 years. the excavators who found the vindolanda tablets thought they were wood shavings. there’s a pot of roman face cream in the museum of london which still has fingerprints in the cream, which was found hidden in a ditch outside a temple. and in the meantime, we have no firsthand accounts of the campaigns of alexander, one of the most influential series of events in western history, because… we just don’t. they existed, but they’re lost. for some reason, somehow, presumably though some kind of enormous cosmic joke, we have a fragmentary letter from an anonymous person sent to an anonymous soldier telling him his pants are in the post and to say hello to his friends, but we don’t have callisthene’s deeds of alexander or ptolemy’s memoirs. isn’t that infuriating? isn’t that great? 

late night kiss pt. 3

A/N: Wow, a third part! This is crazy! Thank you for everyone who is enjoying and continuing on with this story, as well as everyone who sent in a request for a part three! Let me know if you want another part.

Summary: You decide to seriously attempt to learn who Spider-Man really is.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

01 | 02 | 04 | 05 | 06 


You shifted in bed, wondering why it was so hot. Something stirred behind you and you furrowed your brows as you felt something move on your stomach. You blearily blinked your eyes open, looking down and seeing an arm draped across you. A little wiggling revealed that a warm body was pressed against you and your cheeks flushed when you felt something hard.

“Y/N!” a deep voice yelled from outside. Your eyes snapped wide open and you turned quickly, smacking your hand on Peter’s face by accident. He grunted and opened his eyes slowly, giving you an odd look.

“What—” he started, but you slammed your palm across his mouth, sitting up on your elbow, putting you slightly over him. He tried to say something, but his voice was muffled.

“Shh!” you whispered, your heart beating hard.

“Y/N?” your dad’s voice called again, sounding unsure. “Are you already awake?” You saw your door knob start to turn and you didn’t know what to do, looking at Peter’s wide brown eyes staring back at you in just as much panic.

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ron weasley x viktor krum post-war headcanon

okay but imagine:

  • ron joins harry for one of ginny’s games and they’re super into it of course
  • hermione couldn’t make it but it’s cool, ron is already happy enough that their friendship survived their break-up
  • something was just missing you know?
  • it’s a big game because ginny is fucking amazing and the crowd is going wild
  • and there’s lots of important people watching and scouts and this might be her chance at becoming famous
  • so ron is looking around and he spots a man who is basically a brick wall with brown hair and he just knows that it’s viktor krum
  • viktor effing krum
  • so he keeps an eye on him as he watches, hoping that he’s impressed by ginny’s game 
  • but as soon as the game is over he loses sight of him
  • ginny’s team won of course
  • and ron bumps into viktor at the afterparty
  • it’s brutal
  • it’s so busy and he’s trying to get to the food and then suddenly there’s a brick wall in front of him
  • viktor looks him in the eye and for some reason he turns bright red
  • play it cool, ron
  • ‘whoa buddy sorry pal I didn’t see you there my bad’
  • and viktor smiles
  • and it looks so weirdr on him because ron has only ever seen him smile at hermione all those years ago and now he’s on the receiving side and he just goes oh
  • because now he understands why hermione was so shaken by meeting viktor
  • and ron has known he likes boys for a while now
  • it just made sense
  • but this is not supposed to knock him off his feet like this
  • and it does
  • ‘your sister really nailed it out there, ron. give her my compliments’
  • he called him by his name
  • viktor effing krum knows his name
  • ‘how’s hermione?’ viktor asks
  • oh. right. into girls.
  • ‘she’s fine, she had some work to do.’
  • he’s trying not to sound bitter but it’s hard
  • ‘you two still together?’
  • ‘no. not for a while. go for it, mate’
  • keep it in keep it in keep it in
  • and viktor just smiles again and ron is so red it’s just not funny anymore
  • ‘your english is better’ ron tries
  • ‘I practiced’
  • ‘she’ll love that’
  • woops failed again
  • but that bloody smile
  • ‘she’s not the one I’m interested in’
  • oh
  • oh
  • he’s about to trip over his feet while standing still
  • ‘oh’
  • ‘what do you say?’ viktor asks ‘a drink?’
  • ‘sure buddy. sounds grand. I love booze. grand idea, pal. mate’
  • so they go off drinking and viktor can drink oh my god
  • and when harry takes ron home he has viktor’s home address on a napkin and he’s clutching it so hard and he keeps murmuring he has to check with hermione
  • two months later they go to antoher game of ginny’s together
  • and this time they’re holding hands
Starcoweek 3: Mewberty

Hi there, so I’ve put a lot of work into this and … okay, I know that it probable won’t be as good as some of the other things people make for @starcoweek3 but I had to post it after putting so much work into it. Little heads up, it’s over 10,000 words. And lastly, I, once again, am dedicating my shorts for this shipping week so I will dedicate this one to none other than @rakhall for having an amazing Mewberty AU. Now onto the story.

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cassmoreiraxo  asked:

47 “I thought it was a one-night-stand…and now we’re married…”

lol this is pretty bad but to be fair i’ve had a bad day
“i thought it was just a one night stand and now we’re married”
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“and then,” shawn giggled, slightly drunk. he was telling a story from tour to brian and they were both laughing uncontrollably.

since shawn had a week off from tour, the both of you decided it would be nice to get together with some friends. shawn invited brian over and you invited your best friend.

your head was in shawn’s lap as you caught up with your best friend. you hadn’t seen her in a while since you joined shawn on tour, so it was nice. you couldn’t help but listen to shawn and brian’s conversation though, shawn’s laughing was just too loud.

you finished telling yet another story of tour to your best friend before she got up to get another pop can. she was never a big drinker, even back in the high school and college days.

you, shawn, and brian were a little drunk, you still knew what was going on. you knew if you had one more drink, it would put you over the edge.

“you know what’s still the best tour story?” brian asked, taking another sip of beer. “yours.” he motioned between the two of you.

the two of you met on tour when shawn was in london. you were there for a trip with your best friend and you decided to visit a bar that night, that’s where you met shawn and brian.

the next morning you woke up in his bed, and here you are now, almost 4 years later.

“i know right? i thought it was a one night stand, now we’re married.” you giggled, “but i don’t mind.”

shawn smiled down at you lovingly, “i’m so glad i decided to go to that bar that night. look how we turned out.”

you sat up, pecking shawn on the lips before resting your head on his shoulder.

“you guys are gross.” brian commented, making a face at the two of you. you just rolled your eyes because you knew he had a crush on your best friend and was too shy to make a move.

“you know what we can conclude from the night you two met?” you best friend cut in.

“what?”

she grinned, unable to control her laughter.

“that you two literally suck at one night stands.”

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Requested by @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure : Can I pretty please get a GoT imagine where your parents ‘work’ for the Starks, so you pretty much grow up in Winterfell with the Starks (You’re around John/Robb’s age) and they all think of you as a sister, so when you fall in love with some guy and they catch you with him, they all get super protective of you (especially the boys ;P) Thanks! caresses <3

Pairing: Jon Snow and Robb Stark x Reader

Word count: 755

Winterfell is your own perfect paradise. You love the cold, the snow and the rain. Lord Eddard is very fond of you, treating you like one of the Starks. You’ve spent most of your life with Lord Stark and his family since your parents serve him. Nobody likes your father, that’s the truth, but it’s a different story when it comes to you.

Last time you got sick, Jon, Robb and Arya went to your small castle to take you back to Winterfell, where Meistre Luwin would keep an eye on you.

Now, you watch Robb and Jon training with wooden swords, while Bran is climbing the towers above them. You wave at Bran who smiles back at you before disappearing. You’re very impatient. skips, a young man who you think you love is coming this afternoon to see you. It’s been two weeks since you met him.

“(Y/N), did you see that?” Robb drags you out from your thoughts, bringing you back to reality. Robb took Jon down and now he’s laying on the snow. But as Robb tries to get you attention, Jon makes him trip and fall on his butt.

“Oh, I did see that.” You burst into laughter, running to help them to their feet. “You both are funny.” They pretend to need your help to stand up, so you offer your left hand to Robb and your right hand to Jon.

“Thank you, (Y/N).” Jon gives you his best smile, and your heart skip a beat.

“Yes, thanks. Before I forget, (Y/N), Sansa was asking for you this morning.”

“I was with Arya and Bran. Riding.”

“Sansa will get jealous.” Robb leaves his wooden sword on the ground. “Let’s take a walk around the woods.”

“I can’t. Not now.” Then you see him, Karlon, waving at you from the distance. “I-I gotta go!” You stutter, literally running to meet Karlon.

When he sees you, he opens his arms to hug you. You’ve been like this for a month now, and you decided to try and make your heart fall for him.

“How are ya?” Karlon kisses your lips roughly.

“Very good, thank you.”

“So… Are you going to spend the night with me?” Karlon caress your cheek, a smile on his face.

“I don’t think Lord Eddard would like it.” You lie. Well, it isn’t a lie, but you can’t sleep with him. Not when Robb and Jon keep making your heart beat faster.

“You’re not a Stark. You don’t have to do what Lord Stark wants you to.”

“I know but… ”

A scream interrupts you. Someone drags Karlon away from you as someone else holds you back while you try to fight. You keep trying to set free when you recognize Robb and Jon. You yell their names, ordering them to stop immediately. And that’s what they do. Good thing both of them are pretty scared of you when you get angry. When you were kids, you used to put some traps in their room when one of them made you mad. And now isn’t different.

“What is wrong with you, guys?” You question them, as Robb let go of Karlon, still keeping a real sword on his throat.

“His hands were on your body, (Y/N), we can’t allow that.”

 You turn around to face Jon, as Robb silently agrees with his half brother.

“All this little sister thing is pretty cute, but I’m old enough to have a boyfriend.”

“Who told you we see you as a sister?” Robb has curiosity in his eyes, but his words make your heart sink. Maybe you shouldn’t hold all the Starks so close to your heart. Maybe you’re just some kind of friend.

“Yes. Got it.”

“Good thing you understood. If you want a boyfriend you will have to choose between me and Jon.”

“Wait. What are you talking about?” You barely notice when Karlon goes away, cursing you and the two Stark boys. “So, the Starks don’t see me as a sister.”

“No. We don’t see you as a sister. We want you to be more than that.” Jon is way too close, you could lean and kiss his lips, but you hold back this urge.

“So, I’ll have to choose.”

“Yes.” They say at the same time.

“Well, it may take a while.” You state in a singsong voice, slowly walking away from them. You couldn’t be happier.

“I can wait for you.” Jon is the first to follow you, Robb coming right after him.

“Me too, (Y/N).”

Race to the Finish

Tsukishima stormed into the dorm room, wet, seething, and holding an equally damp cat. Numerous scratches covered his face and arms, and he marched right up to Kuroo, who was sitting on the floor surrounded by papers, and dropped the cat unceremoniously in his lap. Kuroo barely caught it before it dripped onto everything around him.

“Hey! What’s the big idea?” he said, looking up at Tsukki. He was about to say more, but his voice faltered in his throat.

“That’s it,” the blonde growled. “I am not listening to you or Bokuto ever again.”

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Lurking in the Dark; 4

Originally posted by yoonohthings

♥︎ Genre: Vampire au, lots of angst, fluff, maybe some smut later on.

♥︎ Pairing: Vampire! Jaehyun x Reader

♥︎ Warnings: Language, Violence, Blood.

♥︎ Word Count: 1,507

♥︎ A/N: Okay so this chapter, I kind of lost my focus for a bit. So this one is a little bitof a mess to me. But hopefully you all still enjoy it!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

You gasp as you wake up, heart pounding out of your chest at the nightmare you had. You turn over to find Hana sleeping next to you in your bed, thinking she must have come in to comfort you through the night. You sigh deeply and try to calm your breathing. When you finally get your heart rate to slow down you make your way to the kitchen for something to drink, but stop in your tracks when you notice a note on the counter.

Y/N,
Consider yourselves lucky to be at home, safe and sound. That situation last night could have been a lot worse. We barely managed to convince Jaehyun to let us bring you home after you both passed out. Do you see why we told you to leave and not come back now? There’s no escape now, Jaehyun isn’t going to let you get away again.
-The boys

“It wasn’t a dream,” your eyes widen, you drop the note and grip the counter for support as your head spins. You look around frantically as panic sets in at the thought of Jaehyun and what might happen now that you two had met. You try to slow your breathing and ease the nauseous feeling that was coming on. “T-there’s no way.”

“Y/N?” Hana’s sleepy voice comes from down the hall, but you’re focused on trying to not pass out again. Her voice is more frantic the next time she calls, and she’s rushing over to get you into a chair, “Y/N! Oh my god, are you okay?” You shake your head, unable to get words out. She rubs your back and speaks to you in a reassuring tone until you finally calm down.

“It was real, everything that happened last night was real,” you look at her as tears start to stream down your cheeks. Hana frowns at this and gives you a look at says she knows what you mean, but she doesn’t want to believe it.

“Are you sure it wasn’t a dream? Because at least then you wouldn’t be implying that vampires are real,” she laughs nervously. You simply point to the note that you had dropped, and motion for her to go read it. She grabs it carefully as if it were made of glass, and silently begins to read it. When she finishes, she sets it down on the counter and spaces out. At this point, you both seem to have more questions than before.

“Now what?” You say, mostly to yourself. You have no idea what to do, and you think about running. “Maybe we should just leave town for a bit, they’ll give up looking eventually. Right?”

“You do realize how ridiculous that sounds right? We have school, and if they really are vampires they probably have the ability find us anywhere in the country,” Hana points out. Her voice is a whisper, fearing one of them was listening at that very moment.

“We never know until we try,” you suggest, fiddling with your fingers nervously, “And at this point, I’m really not worried about school.”

“I guess you’re right,” she says hesitantly. You nod at her and shakily stand up.

“Let’s get packing then,” you grab her hand and pull her to your room. The two of you help each other pack enough clothes for a two-week trip. As soon as the bags were packed you brought them down to your car.

“Do we even know where we’re going to go?” Hana huffs as she hauls her bag up into the car.

“Far enough to keep them looking for a while,” you respond, shutting the trunk once the last of the bags were packed. “Preferably the other side of the country.”

“Sounds good to me,” she nods, pulling out her phone to set up a trip. As you get in the car and start to pull out of the parking lot, you gasp and slam on the breaks. Hana is slung forward against her seatbelt and turns to look at you incredulously. “Y/N, what the hell?”

“I-I’m sorry. I could have sworn I saw…” your voice trails off into silence as you look over to the spot where you had seen the thing which had shocked you so deeply.

“Saw what?” Hana looks over nervously, even though she already knows the answer.

“I thought I saw Jaehyun…” you look over at her with wide eyes. Your face was pale now and your hands were shaking as you gripped the steering wheel.

“Okay, just… just breathe and start driving again,” she speaks calmly, “It might not have even been him. Besides, the sun is out, so if they’re really vampires they won’t be out.”

You listen to her and start to drive. For the first hour of the drive, it’s impossible to ignore the nagging feelings of guilt and fear in your stomach. You’re constantly checking your surroundings, but the roads are practically empty. You only decide to stop when the sun starts to set and your car is running on empty. While you’re pumping gas into the car and Hana is inside looking for snacks, you fail to notice the boy watching you from the pump behind you.

“Alright, I got the snacks and something to drink. Let’s get going, I booked a hotel a couple of hours from here,” Hana sighs and drops the bags into the front seat as you put the gas pump back up. She looks over at the boy behind you with questioning eyes, “Who’s the guy that keeps staring?”

“No idea, let’s just go,” you answer back, looking at the boy from the corner of your eye. He gave you a really bad feeling and you didn’t want to stay long enough to find out why. You noticed him following you out the of the gas station and back out onto the interstate, but you tried to ignore it. You thought maybe he was just going the same way as you. You grew more worried as more cars started pulling off at different exits and his car was still following you.

“Why is he still back there?” Hana looks through the rearview mirror nervously.

“I don’t know, but our exit is coming up, what do we do?” you tell her, looking over and biting your lip nervously.

“I hate to say this, but we do have to pull over. Just stop at the hotel, there will be people around at least,” she suggests and you nod, seeing no other options. You pull up to the hotel, chills running down your spine and nerves building in your gut as the guy pulls up beside you. Your eyebrows crunch together when you notice Jaehyun getting out of the car with the guy.

“Oh shit…” Hana says as you both get out of the car and the two boys walk over to talk to you.

“J-Jaehyun…” you look up at him nervously, fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt in.

“Now just where do you think you’re going without saying anything to me, sweetheart?” He sounds surprisingly calm and laid-back as he speaks. The boy beside him just gives you and Hana a glare.

“I didn’t know I was required to tell you my location,” you state, trying to be bold. You can hear your heart beating loudly in your ears, and you’re positive Jaehyun can hear it too by the way he smiles at you.

“Can’t lose track of you again, that would cause trouble for both of us,” he moves his hand to grip your chin, but you turn your head away before he can. He frowns and narrows his eyes at you, “Look, I know you don’t exactly like me right now, but I’m going to make you mine.”

“And what if I don’t want to be with you?” you reply, glaring back at him. You hated the idea of his thinking he could own you, or that you would just be his so easily.

“Oh baby, you don’t have much of a choice,” he laughs bitterly, “You’re fated to be mine.”

“I don’t feel anything telling me that you’re supposed to be mine. Besides, everyone should have a choice,” you huff and avoid his hard gaze. The first part of that was actually a lie, you just didn’t want to boost his ego. As much as you hate to admit you, you could feel a tug in your chest whenever he was near you. You’d felt a pull to him before and you could feel it again now.

“It’s not such a bad thing to be with me. I’m a great guy if I do say so myself,” he winks at you and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. You huff in annoyance and try to ignore the feelings her gave you.

“I don’t know, you sound pretty cocky to me. I don’t see that as such a good thing,” you retort. Jaehyun sighs, finally getting the memo.

“Alright fine, we’ll work on that later, but for now… just come back home okay?” he asks, his voice is much more gentle this time. You could see the concern in his eyes and started to feel bad for running off in the first place.

“Tell your friend to stop glaring at us and maybe we will,” you tell him sassily. His friend laughs and looks at Jaehyun with his eyebrows raised before looking at you.

“You serious, princess?” he smirks at you and another chill runs down your spine. “I’m the one who gives the orders around here. He can’t tell me to do shit.”

“Taeyong, leave her alone. She doesn’t know any better,” Jaehyun rolls his eyes. Taeyong scoffs and walks back to the car, getting in and slamming the door.

“Is he always like that?” Hana speaks up, throwing a sour look in Taeyong’s direction.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Jaehyun sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He turns back to look at you again, “Y/N, please just come back. I don’t want to see you get sick.”

“Why the hell would I get sick?” you snort.

“It’s the bond. The farther and longer we’re apart, the sicker we get,” he looks at you seriously.

“You have to be kidding me. What kind of bond causes us to get sick if we’re apart?” you roll your eyes. You found it hard to believe, but lately, a lot of things seemed much more believable.

“Just trust me okay?” he says before walking back to the car and getting in. Taeyong starts the car, but they don’t go anywhere.

“Maybe we should get back, Y/N,” Hana says, trying to be the voice of reason like she normally was.

“Are you serious? Do you really believe that crap?” you groan.

“I mean, maybe a little. If any of this is true then it means Sicheng and I will get sick too,” she sighs and looks at her feet. You sigh at her, not liking the kicked puppy look she has on her face.

“Fine, but I’m going back for you. Not anyone else!” By the time you finish talking, your voice is louder in hopes that Jaehyun will hear you. From the way the Taeyong pull out of the parking lot, you’re sure they heard you.

“Maybe being with him wouldn’t be such a bad thing if it’s meant to be,” Hana gives you a gentle smile and pats your back before she takes the keys and gets into the driver’s seat. You get into the car and rest your head against the window before letting out a deep sigh.

“I have a feeling that won’t be the case…” you mumble before falling asleep for the drive home.

Jealousy Can Be Hot: A Solangelo Request

Jason and Piper were on a date.

Annabeth was off with her siblings doing whatever it is they do. Probably solving all the world’s biggest mysteries.

Hazel, Reyna, and Frank were back at camp Jupiter.

So really. It wasn’t Percy’s fault that the only person he could bug to hang out with him was Nico.

However the blame could be placed on him for the current situation.

Nico underneath him, sweating, panting, hair disheveled, clothes not much better, hands on either side of his head and blushing. While he, looking not so innocent like, was on top of him, an arm beside the Italian’s head between the paler boy’s own hand to hold him up, faces merely inches away, a knee between Nico’s legs, and a hand placed his hip, touching a bit of the exposed skin. If it weren’t for the weapons right next to them, or the small slices they gave each other, Percy could certainly see how this looked to other campers. Or to a certain Son of Apollo who, may he add, looked like he was ready to pick up a sword and behead him. Scary, was not a word someone used to describe Will, if it was it was to talk about how scary his ability to just eat and eat and eat was, or how scary fast he could run, Percy didn’t think it was possible for the blond to ever be the normal sense of scary like Nico could be. But at the moment, Will was glaring at him with a look that would make Hades proud.

How did it come to this?

Percy knew. Nico knew. Will did not.

Really, Percy should have just accepted the fact that Nico didn’t want to spar instead of teasing him and prompting him. Nico should have just suggested they do something else since it was obvious that the son of Posiedon was lonely. He shouldn’t have let him get him riled up. But they didn’t do those things. The two had a duel, they should have known better because a duel between any of the big three resulted in a shit ton of injuries. Mainly because they got way to competitive, maybe it was just a big three thing. So as the battle got more and more heated and the two began to use their abilities Percy lunged at Nico, just as the son of Hades was summoning a skeleton.

Percy tripped over the skeleton head, flailed with an unmanly squeak, and landed smack on top of the dark haired demigod.

“Sorry, Neeks.”

“What have I told you and Jason about calling me that?” Said boy snapped back as he tried to regain some of the air that was knocked out of him.

“Sorry man, are you okay? You sound a bit winded?” Percy questioned even though he was in a similar state.

“You’re heavy, can you get off?”

“You heard him. Get. Off.” A new but familiar voice demanded in an unusually angry tone.

The two swiveled their heads to see Will Solace standing a few feet away from them, hands fisted at his sides, a glare that could probably kill a lesser man, and teeth slightly bared.

And that is how they are where they are now.

“Will,” Nico started but was interrupted by his boyfriend walking up to them. “And why haven’t you gotten off yet, Jackson?”

Percy gulped and quickly got off Nico, looking much like a baby giraffe trying to walk right after birth. “Sorry. I tripped and we fell back and yeah. Sorry Nico, didn’t mean to.” He babbled as he held out his hand to the smaller demigod, who was now sitting up and rubbing his shoulder. Aforementioned hand was slapped away by the seething blond before he scooped up a surprised and slightly confused looking Nico into his arms bridal style.

“We’re going to the infirmary.”

“Will. I’m fine. It’s just a couple of bruised and scratches and-”

“We’re going to the infirmary.” Will stated again as he looked down at Nico. His scowl softened as Nico looked up at him, but the scowl was back when he looked at Percy before making his way to the infirmary. Nico looked over the tanned boy’s shoulder at Percy and mouthed, ‘Sorry.’ Percy shrugged and mouthed back, ‘Me too. He looks like he’s mad.’

And just like that Percy was alone again, he too was covered in bruises and scratches but thought it would be best to just not go to the infirmary not for a while at least.

Nico and Will didn’t talk on the way to the infirmary. Not at all. Nico tried to, but Will wouldn’t respond so he opted to looking down at his chest. They walked into the infirmary, the few people who were there looking at them funny, but still Will said nothing as he walked to the back, grabbed a basic first aid kit and promptly carried Nico out of the infirmary.

“You can put me down, you know? And where are we going?”

“I’m not putting you down.”

“Well then can I at least know where we’re going?”

“Cabin 13.”

Nico was surprised at that. Sure Will had been in his cabin many times before, but Nico didn’t think his boyfriend liked it that much since it was always dark inside and a tad gloomy even after the redecorating.

Nico was still in a bit of shock so he didn’t reply as he was carried into his cabin and placed gently on his bed. He was about to say something when Will frowned at him and snapped out, “Are you still into Percy?”

That question took Nico aback. “What?”

“You heard me, Di Angelo! Do you still like Percy?”

“What? No. What makes you say that?”

“Oh I don’t know how about the fact that he was on top of you? Hm? Or the fact that you were blushing?”

“He told you! We were dueling. He tripped during an attack. We fell. End of story.”

“Oh that’s not the end, and you know it!”

“Will, we fell, that’s it.”

“That’s not what it looked like.”

“Yeah well I told you what it was, why don’t you believe me? You seriously think after everything, that I would cheat? Or worse go back to liking Percy, who is, may I add, very much in love with Annabeth. You seriously think that fish for brains would put the moves on anybody else beside his girlfriend? Hm? On me no less?”

Will seemed to deflate the more he continued talking but the scowl was still present on his face.

“He was touching you…”

“That’s all you’ve got to say? What’s wrong with you?”

Will looked at the floor and mumbled something too low for Nico to hear.

“What?”

“I said I was jealous! Happy?”

Nico froze. Jealous? Will? Normally it was the other way around. Nico thought Will was incapable of such things. But here Will was with a glare that made Nico shiver at its intensity.

“But….why?”

“You know how it looked, Nico. He was touching your skin while you looked thoroughly kissed. I’m the only one who should see you like that and I…I got jealous…sorry.”

“It’s okay…it was….I mean……it was kinda…….attractive……” Nico mumbled as he blushed and looked down at his hands. Will looked at him with wide eyes before he smirked and crawled on the bed, laying the Italian down once more and crawling over him. “You thought it was attractive?” He purred looking down at the flushed demigod.

“Maybe.” He mumbled back as he looked up into those mesmerizing blue eyes and felt as though he could just melt.

“You know. I was so close to losing my cool…more so. I was about to do something stupid like kiss the breath out of you to show Jackson who’s you were. But you know I hate how possessive that sounds. Because obviously you don’t belong to anyone you’re-”

“I’m yours. And perhaps you need me to show you.” Nico cooed as his hands came up to hold Will’s face above his own before he kissed him softly, gently, and full of love. When he pulled back, Will looked like he was in a daze.

“I need more.” Will growled out in a way that sent a tingle down Nico’s spine and sparked a fire in the pit of his stomach.

Nico said nothing but kissed him once more. Deeper. Passionately, and a bit urgent. Will pushed himself against the smaller demigod as one hand trailed under his shirt. He let out a pleased hum as Nico wrapped his legs around his hips and rolled them together, seeking some friction as he buried his hands in the blond’s locks. Will liked this. He liked this a lot.

Nico certainly showed him he had nothing to worry about by the way he clung to his bare shoulders, dug his nails in, and screamed Will’s name over and over again. Over the course of “showing” him that he “belonged” to Will and no one else. Will was surprised by how much it turned him on. They had many a round of proving something to the other.

Just as they were about to start another round, there was a knock at the door. They paused to hear Percy on the other side yell out. “Hey Neeks. You in there? I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Will growled as he glared at the door and pushed himself fully into Nico, the latter barely surpressing a moan. “W-Will….” He whimpered. “Percy might walk in if I D-Don’t go say something….” He said, barely above a whisper. Will got that look in his eyes again as he sensually licked Nico’s neck. “Let him see.” He whispered into Nico’s neck before he smirked against it, “Or hear.” He purred as he began to thrust. Nico let out a shaky moan.

Needless too say, Percy heard more than he would like to admit, and got the message to just come back later…..if the chorus of moans and yells of Will’s name were anything to go by.