until then at least he has the bow legged thing down

Suits, volleyball, and all the headcanon in between.

[Terushima, Futakuchi, Noya, Tanaka, Ushijima and Tendou here]
[Akiteru, Kei, Kageyama and Hinata here]
[Ladies of Karasuno here]


  • Black on black. No tie, open two-buttoned suit jacket that hugs his waist, the top two buttons of his shirt are undone. Tailored wingtip derbies, black and matte- polished to perfection.
    • He’s actually the one who dislikes wearing suits the most (I mean, have you seen the guy, he literally looks like he throws on whatever he has lying on his bed).
    • Oh, but if you challenge him, or if the need arises- he’s going to be the sexiest guy in the room because he sure as hell isn’t going to lose at anything.
      • Hours of research and a lot of changing rooms is not going to be for nothing. If he’s going to suffer, he’s going to do some real damage before he goes (namely to your short-circuited brain and perhaps severe blood loss via nosebleed).
    • He tried the red and black combination once, until a girl actually came up to him and asked him which host club he worked at, and he’s stuck to black from then on.
    • Those undone buttons on his shirt? Collarbones. They’re so sharp that they can slice through paper, and it makes his neck slimmer and his smirk all the sexier.
    • Everything’s been absolutely tailored at least twice, and it’s so on purpose. Can you imagine those legs- miles and miles of slim height and oh, he knows you’re staring. He’ll wink right back.
      • Now that he thinks about it, he’s never had to buy his own drink before, and thus Kuroo’s legendary alcohol tolerance was born.

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Halla! So, as time comes and goes, I’m here with another masterpost of some of my favorite Evak fanfics for you guys. As you can see, I’m trying to be a bit more creative and make these posts look at least somewhat more appealing, so I hope you like this little header I made (even though I suck at Photoshop).

As always, the list is divided into oneshots and chaptered fics.
My personal favorites are tagged with a “ ★ ”.
Completed chaptered fics are tagged with a “ ✓ ”

Without further ado, all the fanfics can be found under the cut. Enjoy!

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thnksfrthmemrs  asked:

no idea if you've seen fma or not but like. shiro getting his nerves reconnected to his arm. vomiting, screaming, the works

okay, so I kinda went the opposite direction with the arm thing… *shrugs* 

Keith wants to run.

He’s never wanted to run from anything more in his entire life. But he doesn’t. He can’t. 

So he grits his teeth and keeps a firm grip on his friend’s flesh arm. His eyes flicker over to Lance. The other boy is gray and more somber than Keith can ever remember seeing him. He winces, breathing hard through his nose as the body they’re holding down between them bucks violently.

Pidge was helping Hunk at first but the situation has overwhelmed her. The screaming is getting to everyone and she was the first to succumb. She scooted back against a corner a while ago, staring with wet, shell-shocked eyes; she’s barely moved at all, except for the rocking. Tears stream silently down her cheeks and Keith wants so badly to comfort her, to tell her it’s going to be all right. Except that he doesn’t know if it is.

“Guys, you’ve got to hold him steady,” Hunk instructs from his crouched position beside the make-shift stretcher. His voice is calm, despite how much he’s sweating; despite the pressure on his shoulders to fix their friend and make the screaming stop.

Shiro opens his mouth again and Keith braces himself. But the older boy just arches his neck, glassy eyes searching frantically until Keith slides into his line of vision.

He’s trying to say something, but his voice is so broken and raw from the pain, the sounds are incoherent wheezes of clogged air. Shiro hasn’t been with them for a long time.

“Hey,” Keith presses one hand against the curve of Shiro’s jaw. “It’s almost over. It is. Hunk’s fixing you up, okay? Just hold on.”

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Surprise (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which Bucky takes you by surprise while you’re walking home from class. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,289

A/N: Well here it is! The first deleted scene from “A Lesson in Love”. I imagine this happening some time between “The Unintentional Run-In” and “The Little Things (Part One)”. I hope you babes enjoy it! 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - thank you, as always, for editing this like the beautiful queen you are.

Originally posted by coralineseye

The sun is nowhere to be found when you finally get out of class. In your eyes, this is the sole downfall that comes with winter - day turns into night while you’re stuck in a room with a professor who really loves the sound of his own voice.

Instead of thinking about the excessive amount of homework Professor Loki had assigned at the end of class, you tilt your head back and look up at the stars decorating the night sky. Tonight, they’re the only things keeping you company on your way back to your dorm. As soon as this thought crosses your mind, your slow stroll becomes a speed walk. You’ve attended enough of Natasha’s self-defense classes to know that being a female and walking alone at night is the worst combination imaginable. You’ve also heard more than your fair share of horror stories to know that this has a high possibility of ending badly.

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I almost lost you...

Expect a number of mini ficlets based on kiss prompts from me over the next few days. This first one was requested by a lovely nonnie -  Captain Duckling and “I almost lost you” kiss. (rated T, 1600 words)

The tip of her silver spoon dips in and out of her lamb stew as she tries to conjure an appetite, her mind too full of other things to focus on the meal before her. It’s been much the same each time she’s sat at this table these past few weeks, eating enough to sustain, but too nervous to indulge - even when presented with her favorite meal of warm brie on toast. He left before dawn almost two fortnights ago, taking with him her heart. The truth of this had hit her like a kick to the gut she received once while learning to fight with one of the Royal Guard, feelings she’s been avoiding stealing her breath as his ship grew smaller and smaller on the horizon. A shakily forged alliance between Pirate Captain and Queen Snow had set him on this journey, his task to pretend to be an ally and ascertain The Evil Queen’s plan.

The man she apparently loves is attempting to trick the most dangerous villain in all the realms and she’s just supposed to sit here and eat food and breathe and - oh god - something’s wrong. Her stomach heaves and her spoon chips the china bowl as it falls from her fingers. Sweat immediately begins to tickle at her temples and along the back of her neck as her own light magic pulses to life beneath her fingertips.

“Emma, what is it?” 

Snow is on her feet and kneeling before her in seconds and Emma lets her hand be taken in her mother’s strong ones, knowing her magic will never hurt the ones she loves. 

“I…I…I’m not sure, I just feel, something has happened…” 

A loud crash and muffled voices cut off her ramblings and soon Grumpy is barreling into the dining room, his face a mask of annoyance as he shakes off one of the palace guards. 

It’s here! The Jolly Roger, it’s back!” 

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beneficial (m)

word count: 13780

a/n: this literally took weeks to write and plan, and i’m so happy with the way it came out :)

|| You’ve been friends for as long as you can remember. So you guess it has its perks.

> Friends with Benefits! Jungkook


Originally posted by donewithjeon

New environments were never a comforting thought for a young child. Y/FN Y/LN was no exception. Having moved into a new suburban home close to her kindergarten, Y/N didn’t have many friends to begin – if any at all. The world seemed too big for her tiny mind. Five years of living and Y/N was still as shy as they come.

The first day of kindergarten arrived, and Y/N wanted to show off her new glitter shoes – the ones that glow and sparkle in the sunlight when she’d walk. Of course, she was way too shy to ever ask her classmates what they thought, and to her, it was almost as if they never cared. Swinging her feet as she sat in her chair, listening to the teacher introduce herself, Y/N bowed her head, shamefully staring at the shoes she thought would bring her friends.

A tiny, chubby cheeked boy with straight black hair turned his attention towards Leg-Swinger, her pretty hair put up in pigtails as her shiny shoes rocked back and forth. His straight and stern face was tough for a fellow five-year-old, his eyes staring at the little girl across the room intently. Diverting his attention back to the teacher, the little dark-haired boy began to swing his feet.

Mrs. Park had finally released the tiny children, sending them off to the playground. The sun beamed down as Y/N sat on the edge of the sand box, her tiny legs burying her shoes and hiding the glitter. It was embarrassing – all the other little girls had regular pink Barbie shoes and the boys had their trucks and racecars. Y/N had glitter.

“I like your shoes, lady.” A tiny, squeaky voice piped up from behind Y/N, making her tiny body shake and whirl around. Her eyes landed on a timid boy, his hands wringing the hem of his shirt as his hard gaze met her surprised face.

“Y-you do?” Y/N questioned, pink rushing to her cheeks. A reassuring and forceful hum rumbled his throat as he nodded vigorously. His black hair bounced as he nodded.

“I’m Jungkookie,” the little boy nervously pointed, “Who are you, lady?”

Y/N’s nose crinkled as she crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m not lady, Jungkookie.”

“Then who are you?”


“Y/N,” Jungkook swallowed, “You’re pretty.” He blurted out before running away, the dirt flying from his shoes as he ran.

“Wait!” Y/N called out, watching him disappear into the playground slides. Turning back to face the shoes buried in sand, Y/N’s legs slowly pulled out, letting the sand fall off from the glitter.

Someone actually likes her shoes.

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Princess of Themyscira: Part 2

AN: It was decided on twitter that I would publish this today. I had a lot of fun writing it! Enjoy.

Words: 1299

Part One

You watch from a distance. You watch the sparing in the middle of the ring, and the groups of women that watch it only mildly interested. You move your feet ever so slightly, and the skirt of your dress makes a slight swishing sound. You miss your jeans.

    Opening your book you ignore the chatter around you, and try to focus on the words. It’s a bit difficult to understand, you know very little greek. Only the few phrases your mother had taught you through your life. Your grandmother had insisted on a more formal education.

    In the six months since you’d come to your new home, you’d been immersed in your studies. You’d learned greek, and the amazon’s history. You hadn’t however, made any friends.

    Despite your grandmother’s protests your mother's’ sisters avoided you. If you entered a room, then they left. It stung more than a little bit. As the fighting got louder, and as a result the cheers, you gave up on your book. Leaning back against the column you gave the fight your full attention.

    Artemis was someone who liked to win. She was strong and fierce, and she reminded you of your mother in that way. She also tended to be cruel at times. She showed no mercy, and even littler patience. You avoided her to the best of your ability.

    As she once again claimed victory you slipped away. Your rooms were near your grandmothers. On most nights she would join you in them, and tell you stories of the Amazons, and of your mother. Tonight however, she was dining with some of her sisters. You had been invited, and carefully rejected the offer.

    You collapse on your bed and watch the sun set. When the darkness envelops your room, you shred your dress, and make your way to the locked trunk on the other side of the room. You remove the key from around your neck and unlock it. You carefully remove the workout clothes you had brought from home, and slip them on.

    You take a moment to look at the other things in the truck. Other clothes, pictures, and important documents. You close the lid, before you let your mind wander into the past. Dressed and ready you slip from your room and into the surrounding woods.

    Your parents had never wanted you near the fighting. They had never wanted you to follow in their footsteps. But being a Wayne, being Batman and Wonder Woman’s daughter brought a special kind of danger to your life that could never be escaped.

    Your father had taught you how to move, how to escape and how to hide. Your brother had taught you how to fight. The lessons had been hard and unforgiving, but then again, everything Damian did was that way.

He’d always had sense for these kind of things, of what the future would hold. Unlike what most people thought, Damian was actually a very caring older brother. At least he had been to you. Something to do with blood relation.

All your brothers had spoiled you though. You’d been the baby. Their sister. The one who was never supposed to go through what they had. Yet here you were, running through the jungle on an Amazon island protected my magic.

You run until your legs go weak, and your lungs burn. You go until you just want to collapse. And you do right into the sand. It’ll be pain to wash out of your hair, and an even bigger pain to run back in. But you don’t care. The feel of the sand, and the sound of the waves brings you a bit of peace you hadn’t had earlier.

“You still cling to man’s world.”

You want to curse at the sound of the voice. Any peace you had achieved flies out the window as your body goes tense. You crack open and eye to stare at Artemis. She’s dressed in the same outfit she had been fighting in earlier. There’s still blood on it.

You let out a sigh, “They smell like home.”

“This is your home now.”

You stare up at the woman for a moment, before sitting up, “Could have fooled me.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“That you don’t want me here. That I come from man’s world, and I am a taint upon your precious Amazon blood.”

You see the fire rise in her eyes at the statement, “And who told you that, tell me and I will cut them down.”

You quirk an eyebrow in surprise, you had heard the statement in passing. You weren’t even sure who said it, and to be honest you didn’t care. You’d grown up being the target of every tabloid imaginable. You knew how to ignore things that weren’t true.

Standing up you brush the sand off the best you can before saying, “It doesn’t matter.”

She reaches out and grabs your shoulders, “It does matter you are our sister.”

You eye the hands on your shoulders, and you feel the first flare of anger, as you grip her wrist and twist. You pin her arm to her back, and you’re certain that you can only keep the hold for the few seconds you do, because she’s stunned. She quickly breaks it and turns to face you.

You circle each other for a minute before you both charge. What follows is a knock down, drag out fight. By the end of it you’re both lying on the sand panting. You’re bother battered and bruised, but you’re far worse off than she is. And the only thing you can think, is that you would have made Damian proud.

“You fight well young one.”

You turn your head, wincing as you do so to stare at the woman. She’s already sitting up, and she’s grinning.

You look back to the night sky, “My brother taught me how.”

“And what has happened to him.”

“I don’t know. That’s the worst part. I don’t know if my brothers are dead or alive. Or what’s happening to my friends. It’s the unknown that haunts you.”

Artemis stays quiet for a minute before saying, “I’m sorry that I can’t help you know.”

You laugh, and then groan, “I’m sorry for attacking you.”

“You have spirit little one.”

You smile at the woman, before turning back to the sky. The two of you stay there staring at the stars until the sun breaks through. You don’t talk to the woman for several days after. To be honest you kind of avoid her.

But Artemis is stubborn, and she tracks you down. You’re reading in a tree when that first arrow sores past your head, and embeds itself in the bark. You stare down at the crazy woman whose shot had drawn a fair amount of attention.

“Come little one, it is time for your lesson.”

You do your best to hide behind your book, until you feel the tree shake as she climbs up it. She sits on the branch in front of you and simply says, “You can not spend all your time in books. It would be a dishonor on your mother, and your brother who taught you.”

You continue to stare and she simply says, “You’re small, but you’re crafty. While a direct approach may not work well, a long distance one will. For that you will need a bow and arrow. May your aim be true.”

And between the seriousness of Artemis’ statement and thoughts of Oliver Queen and Roy Harper all you can do is laugh. Because you know your father is turning in his grave. And despite that you take hold of the bow and follow your sister through the now gathered crowd towards the practice field.

Business or Pleasure? (Seungcheol x Female Reader)

Order up! for @jicheolftw

Request: Hospital setting. You’re a cardiac surgeon, and Seungcheol is the new nurse on your floor.

Smut; Exhibitionism; Kinda Dirty Talk?

Word Count: 5104


“You’re drooling.”

           You startle and drop your pen. It falls with a clack onto your clipboard before rolling off the counter towards the LPN sitting at his desk in front of you. Jeonghan picks it up and hands it back.

           You take it, suppressing a blush. “No I’m not.”

           “Practically,” he says, tucking his bangs back. “I bet he can feel you staring.”

           You glance over at the object of your gaze again. Choi Seungcheol, the new nurse on your floor, is busy at the medicine cart, picking through bottles for whatever another doctor asked for. When he bends down to look on the second shelf, his black scrubs stretch taut over his broad shoulders and show the faint outlines of well-toned muscles. Though he’s been working here for almost a month now, you’ve barely talked to him save for a quick Patient in room forty-two is due for an IV change, or Watch room twelve on his oxy intake. Work stuff. Medical stuff. Very unsexy stuff. And always followed by a deep Yes, Doctor. You don’t like to admit to yourself what that voice makes you feel under your skin.

           And Jeonghan has been giving you hell about it ever since Seungcheol introduced himself on his first day.

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Club Soda and Whiskey

Characters:  Dean x reader, Sam

Summary:  Dean meets reader at a rock show.

Word Count:  3317

Warnings:  Language, sex, slightly angsty 

As aways, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Tags are at the bottom. There is still room on my new Forever Tag list! Add yourself here

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

Club Soda and Whiskey

Sipping your drink, you sit on the stool at the bar. As far as venues go, this one isn’t too bad. It smells of beer, but not in a funky, sweaty man and stale cigarette kind of way. It’s not smoky and the crowd seems cool. The band has played in far worse conditions. Like that time at that dive bar in LA. That was a night that you’d never forget. A biker gang had decided the middle of the set would be the perfect time for an all out brawl. One thing was for sure, there was never a dull moment to be had.

You fiddle with the slice of lime garnishing the rim of your glass while you watch the crowd. A tall, handsome man threads his way through the crowd. He’s rugged and sexy, broad shouldered. You notice by his gait that he’s bow-legged. He sidles up next to you at the bar and gives you a broad grin. Damn, he’s one good-looking son of a bitch. Probably a total douche, though. Most of the guys you meet in these clubs are.

Lifting a finger to the bartender, the man says smoothly, “I’ll have whatever she’s having.”

You stifle a giggle as the bartender replies, “You want a club soda?”

The light catches his eyes as his lips turn up into a grin. They are a brilliant shade of green. He chuckles, “Scratch that. I’ll take a whiskey.”

The bartender nods and turns to pull a bottle off the glass shelf. Tall-and-handsome turns to you, extending his hand. “Hi there, I’m Dean.”

“Hey,” you respond, taking his hand and grasping firmly. Christ, he’s strong. “I’m (Y/N).”

“Have you seen this band before?” he asks casually.

“Yeah, I’ve been to all their shows.”

“Wow, that’s dedication! I’m just in town for a few days and thought I’d catch a show. I’d never heard of them until today.”

“Well, Dean, you are in for a treat,” you say, smiling up at him. Dean looks just past your shoulder and you turn to see the hulking form behind you. It’s Clint, head of security for the band. Clint is big and looks menacing, but he’s a teddy bear at heart. Clint leans and whispers in your ear and you nod in response.

“Sorry, Dean, that’s my cue. I have to get going”

“Wait…are you with the band?” Dean asks.

“Uh, yeah…I’m the tour manager,” you reply.

“Really? Awesome!”

You give him a wave and start to follow after Clint, before turning back to Dean. “Hey, what do you say to a backstage pass?”

“For real?” The expression on his face is like a kid in a candy store. “Man, I’d love that. But I’m here with my brother…”

“What’s his name?”


“Okay, when you find your brother, go talk to Clint. He’ll be to the left of the stage. Give him your names and he’ll bring you backstage.”

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Title: Marriage is What Brings Us Together Today 

Pairing: SidLink

Tags: Marriage, Fluff, Sweetness, Kissing

Summary: The day has finally come! Prince Sidon and Link are about to be married. However, before the wedding can take place, there is a little tradition that must be held beforehand. Those involved in the marriage must meet before the vows are exchanged and reveal any information that might have otherwise be withheld. 

A/N: Thank you for the request, too-tsun!! I’m sorry this took so long! I ultimately chose marriage and hope you like it! 

This is also posted over on AO3 so if you’d like to read it there! Reblogs, comments and kudos are very much appreciated! 


He was 50% certain that there was a 100% chance of him projectile vomiting.

Lying flat on his back, Link stared up at the ceiling and tried very hard to quell the insane whirling of nausea revolving in his stomach. The light, modest breakfast he had eaten just an hour past was turning on him, maliciously attacking his insides in a desperate attempt to be free of the confines of his stomach. Zelda had, thankfully, brought along some kind of sweet tasting medicine that was supposed to help out with ailments such as the one he was currently suffering from but it hadn’t kicked in quite yet.

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Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You were always there for him. You cheered him on, supported him, but apparently, you were just a distraction.

Word Count: 1548

Originally posted by bwiseoks

“I’m sorry” were the last words you could ever remember him telling you. 

That day you were so fired up with feelings of anticipation and excitement; it was only a few days before your boyfriend was to debut after all. For as long as you could remember, music always had such a strong grasp on Yoongi’s heart. He practically breathed music, hell he probably was made of music itself. 

You had always known about how his parents didn’t take too kindly of his passion for music, but you had always been there for him. You, along with his older brother, were the only support he had until he auditioned for an entertainment company called BigHit. Although he placed second in his audition, he still managed to grab a spot as a trainee. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if you were to claim that you were beyond ecstatic. You were practically bouncing off the walls when Yoongi had told you that he had made it. 

You both knew what it meant for your relationship when he became a trainee. He had to work hard and spend most of his time moving towards his dream. This meant less time spent with you, but you knew how much this meant to him. You loved him so much that you prepared yourself for the lack of dates, the lack of communication, the lack of affection shown towards one another. You prepared yourself because you wanted him to fulfil his dream, even if it meant putting a strain on your relationship. 

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tellthenight  asked:

deancas #23 please :)

Okie dokie, here goes.  

“Just Once”


Dean didn’t register that the softly spoken word was meant for him until it was repeated, this time accompanied by a touch on his arm.  In a hurry to make it to class, he didn’t slow down but only turned his head.  And blinked in surprise at the sight of a strange kid peering at him from behind thick glasses that made his blue eyes look huge and owl-like.  

He slowed to a stop.  “Yeah?”

“You dropped this.”  The boy held out a red notebook with Dean’s doodles all over the cover.

“Oh.  Thanks.”

The boy’s smile was mostly in his eyes.  He nodded and then turned away to disappear among the other students rushing to class.  

At lunch Dean catches sight of the boy again, sitting at a table by himself on the far side of the cafeteria.  He’s absently crunching through a green apple while his eyes devour the contents of the book he has open on the table next to his lunch tray.  Something about the sight makes Dean smile.  What a dork.

An elbow in the side pulls his attention away from the strange kid with the big blue eyes and the wild hair, and he turns to see why Gordon is jabbing him.  “What?” he grumbles.

“You know him?” Gordon jerks his chin in the boy’s direction.

“No.  Do you?”  

“Yeah, he’s in my history class.  Only been here one day and he’s already a fuckin’ teacher’s pet.” The look Gordon casts at the new boy is venomous.  

“Huh.” Dean isn’t quite sure what Gordon’s problem is with that.  Sammy is super smart too, and Gordon gets pissy with him too.  “So what’s his name?”

“I dunno, something weird.  I figured you knew him,” Gordon says.  “Saw you talking to him this morning.”

Dean shrugs.  “It was just once.”

“I’ll bet that was boring as hell,” Gordon sneers.  He’s still glaring at the new kid.

When Dean’s dad had moved their family to this town Gordon was the first person that Dean made friends with.  Being the new kid sucks, and Dean had been grateful to be noticed by someone cool who was willing to introduce him to new people and hang out with him outside of school.  But whatever it is that he saw in Dean to like, he doesn’t see in many people, and most of the time he’s kind of a dick.  Looking back, Dean’s pretty sure he would have gotten the same treatment as well if he hadn’t made the baseball team.  Gordon’s clique is comprised completely of jocks.

He’d probably be completely disgusted with Dean’s collection of books if he knew Dean had them.  He thinks all the books at Dean’s house are Sam’s, and Dean hasn’t said anything to make him think otherwise.

Dean looks over at the new kid, and wonders what he’s reading.  And without giving it much more thought than that, he gets up and weaves through the tables in the kid’s direction, ignoring Gordon’s calls behind him.  He sits down across from the boy, who looks up in surprise.  His wide eyes look comically big behind his glasses. 

“Hey.”  Dean holds his hand out across the table.  “I’m Dean.”

“Castiel,” the boy responds quietly.  He takes Dean’s hand and shakes it firmly.

“What are you reading?”

Castiel glances down at his book.  “The Stand.”

Dean leans forward.  “Dude, I love Stephen King.”

Castiel smiles, and Dean settles in for some nerdy book talk.


“I don’t know why you’re pissed at me, Cas.” Dean flinches under Castiel’s glare.

“Of course you don’t,” Castiel snaps.  He turns back to his laptop, and starts pounding furiously at the keys.  Dean has no idea how he can work on his damn thesis now, but Castiel was always kinda creepy about his ability to concentrate on his work.

Dean, on the other hand, hasn’t been able to focus on anything for days.  He’s probably going to have to grovel to Charlie for help on their shared classes because he sure as hell hasn’t gotten any studying done since the frat party that changed literally everything about his life.  

“Come on, Cas.  I said I was sorry.”

Castiel’s shoulders tighten and his fingers go still, but he doesn’t turn around.  “Dean, you kissed me.”

“I know, but I was drunk and I was out of line and it was just once!  Why can’t you forgive me for that?”

The legs of Castiel’s chair squeal against the floor as he shoves it back and surges to his feet.  He stalks toward Dean, who backs up several steps in the face of Castiel’s rage.  They’ve been best friends since highschool, and roommates for most of college, and he’s never seen Castiel this mad before.  

When Castiel’s hands come up from his sides Dean flinches, expecting actual violence.  Instead, Castiel grabs his face, which is far more startling.

“I don’t want just once, Dean,” Castiel growls.  “I want more.  Hundreds more.  Thousands more.  But for you, it was just a drunk joke.  And that’s why I’m angry, you asshole.”

Dean stares down into blue eyes that no longer look cartoonish behind thick glasses.  He misses those glasses sometimes, because they were a shield between Dean and the knowledge that Castiel’s eyes are really fucking pretty.

“Cas,” Dean breathes.  “I’ll kiss you as much as you want.  I just… didn’t think you’d…”

Castiel’s expression softens.  “For someone so smart, sometimes you’re really dumb.”  

And then he’s kissing Dean.  And Dean is really fucking glad that he didn’t screw things up after all.


“Oh god, what am I doing?” Dean moans at his reflection.  He struggles with his bow tie, but the fucking thing will not stay straight.

Strong hands brush his away, and Castiel tugs Dean’s bow tie until he turns to face him.  His blue eyes sparkle with happiness as he fixes Dean’s tie with deft fingers.  “You’re getting married today.”  

“Yeah, and it’s about damn time,” Dean mutters.  “But why am I doing it like this?”  He gestures at his tuxedo.

Castiel grins and chucks Dean under the chin.  “Because you love me.”

“No I don’t,” Dean objects.  He turns to give himself a critical look in the mirror.  “I fucking love you.  Get it right.”

Castiel laughs, and the sound instantly eases some of Dean’s nerves.  Assured that his tie is straight, Dean turns to his fiance with a grin and pulls him into his arms.  He’s really glad that even though Castiel talked him into having a big wedding instead of running off to Vegas, that he at least didn’t try to talk him into that bullshit tradition of not seeing each other on the day of the wedding.  Dean would be a nervous wreck if he couldn’t see Castiel as much as he wants before the ceremony.

“I fucking love you too,” Castiel says softly.  “And I appreciate you’re doing this for me.”

“Yeah, you better be,” Dean grumbles, but it’s all show and they both know it.  “We could be married already and have our asses parked at a blackjack table already if you’d listened to me.”

Castiel pokes him in the side.  “Come on, Dean, that’s no fun.  How often do you get to marry the love of your life?”

Dean can’t resist Castiel’s smiling lips, so he doesn’t try.  He leans in and kisses him thoroughly enough that they’re both gasping for breath when he pulls away.  He runs the pad of his thumb over Castiel’s flushed cheek, and let’s all the love he feels show in his smile.  “Just once.”

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Rewards. Bucky Barnes.

Request:  Heyyyyyyy so that sub!bucky was the shit. Can you write sub!bucky with him being needy and the reader using the vibrating buttplug for orgasm denial throughout the day and he has to act normal (like an off day or something)(but he Can still make noises but he has to continue what he’s doing) or else he won’t get to come and when he does come, the reader does it multiple times and overstimulates him? Sorry for grammar. Thanks!

Triggers: Smut. Plug.

Word Count: 1619

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Just remember the safe word. I’ll be home with groceries. Love you.” The note was signed off with a cute little heart and your initials.

Bucky gulped thickly as he shifted. He’d slid the plug in the night before but wasn’t sure what to expect. You’d taken the remote with you, giving him time to adjust to the feeling at least. He moaned softly as he stood, clutching the nightstand and biting his lip. This would be harder than he anticipated.

He had agreed to the plug after he’d gotten adjusted to the idea of submitting to you. Actually, he’d suggested the plug! He loved the look of surprise on your face before you nodded. You let him pick out one so he could feel more comfortable. You’d gotten the lube and let him go into the bathroom to put it in. Just sliding the toy into him made him hard, but you were both to worn out that kissing each other and teasing one another was enough.

Bucky now dearly wished he’d jerked off before bed so he could have some relief. On top of morning wood, the feeling of the plug jostling inside him made it nearly impossible to think outside of wrapping his hand around him. He shook his head, knowing he had to wait for your command.

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anonymous asked:

Same au as the argument one. Trini gets hurt and Kim goes all protective freak out girlfriend

Thanks for the prompt!

Trini isn’t one for looking after people, and it’s not because she doesn’t care; sometimes she was so distracted with everything going on around her that she simply doesn’t remember to check up on them. It’s the reason why she doesn’t blame anyone when they don’t notice her lagging behind. It’s getting harder for her to breathe, her chest feels like someone was standing on it, her eyes blurry as a headache bounces around in her head. She stumbles for a few more steps before her eyes roll to the back of her head, her legs giving out as she collapses.

“Kimberly,” it’s a hushed whisper, but she doesn’t turn to look at Jason, her eyes trained on the girl in the hospital bed. “You should go home.”

She shakes her head because, no, she doesn’t want to go anywhere that isn’t near Trini. This was all her fault, anyway, she hadn’t been paying attention after they had finished fighting; she had been talking with Billy about how to make her arrows explode when they hit their target when they had noticed Trini wasn’t with them. Had she been paying attention, maybe she would have gotten her help sooner. So she doesn’t turn her head, just keeps her eyes on the still figure laying on the hospital bed, afraid that if she looks away, the other girl might disappear.

“Kim,” Jason tries again, his voice gentle as he looks at her from the door, but she simply shakes her head. She hears him sigh before he walks out of the hospital room, his head hung as he walked down the hallway to meat up with the other guys. She settles herself into her seat, making herself as comfortable as she can before grabbing the other girl’s hand. She lets her thumb stroke smooth tan skin as her eyes trace the dark halo around the other girl’s face, Trini’s brown hair going every which way on her pillow, but she lets her eyes trail to the white bandage wrapping around her forehead, and she can’t help but frown. 

Kimberly doesn’t know when the Latina had hit her head during the fight, but the doctor had said Trini’s brain swelling had been caused by a hard hit to the head, the girl’s air circulation had stopped and caused her to black out - they made sure not to tell the doctors they had ran over with Trini in Kimberly’s arms when he asked how they managed to get there on time.

“I’m so sorry.” Kimberly whispers into the quiet room, her thumb still stroking tan skin as worry swirls in her eyes, her stomach coiling with tension as she sits by the girl’s hospital bed, waiting impatiently for the ranger to wake up. She hates the quiet that surrounds them, makes her think something is trying to sneak up on her, makes her realize she’s alone with her thoughts - with her guilt. She shifts in her chair, running her fingers through her hair, a frustrated huff escaping her lips as she bows her head.

She figures she should get some rest before Trini’s family comes, Trini’s parents leaving April Grove tomorrow, giving them enough time to find someone who’ll stay with Trini’s brothers.

She lets a frustrated huff escape her lips as she lifts her head, looking at her girlfriend as she bites her lower lip with worry. Kimberly stands, unable to stay still for long, and shuffles forward until she’s standing beside a sleeping Trini, the heavy feeling in her chest unwavering as she sees the IV Trini had in her arm, the cables for the EKG machine doing their job as the sound of Trini’s beating heart calms her enough not to be in tears..

“Wake up soon, yeah?” Kimberly whispers - pleads - as she bends down and kisses Trini’s forehead, frowning when her lips meat heated skin. She takes her seat and waits.

“You should be at school.” Trini says with an eye roll as she watches Kimberly walk through the door of their bedroom. Kimberly doesn’t reply, just waves her off and walks closer, bending down to press a kiss against her lips. Trini smiles when Kimberly seems to take a step back before pecking her lips one more time, almost as if once was not enough.

“How are you feeling?” Kimberly asks instead, taking a seat at the edge of Trini’s bed, brushing a strand of black hair behind her ear as she watches the shorter girl struggle to sit up. There’s worry in her eyes, but she doesn’t help - she doesn’t need another angry rant about Trini being strong enough to do a few things by herself.

Trini groans, but she doesn’t realize it until Kimberly’s brown eyes fill to the brim with worry.

“That bad, huh?” Kimberly asks as she smiles, but Trini can see the concern that cloud brown eyes, and she hates seeing it there. She can tell her girlfriend was stressed out about the fact that she’s still having trouble with her health, but there wasn’t much she could do. At least her ranger powers were helping her heal a little faster. She had woken up the next morning and had been sent home three days later with the doctors questioning how she was able to heal so quickly.

“I’m fine, just a small headache.” Trini says as she tries to wave off the worried brown eyes.

“Do you need something? When did you last take your pain medicine? You should have taken it for breakfast, right? That was probably around..” Kimberly takes a second to think before she’s rambling again, “eight? and it’s one?”

Trini just raises an amused smile because this has been her girlfriend for the last two weeks. She grabs Kimberly’s hand when she notices the other girl was about to stand. “Will you relax?” She tugs on Kim’s hand until the other girl sits down reluctantly. “I don’t want anything, and you’ve only been gone for a couple hours.”

“Why not?” The question is shot quickly, brown eyes skimming over Trini’s body as her brows furrow.

“The medicine makes me feel funny.” Trini excuses, tugging at the girl’s hand again, but Kimberly doesn’t budge, a tentative look crossing her face.

“Okay, so do you want ice or your heating pad?” Kimberly says, getting ready to stand before Trini tugs again. “What? Do you want Tylenol or Advil?”

“Will you please just sit with me?” Trini asks exasperated with an eye roll, tugging at the other girls hand again.

“Not until you tell me how to help.” Kimberly stubbornly says, half-heartedly glaring at the other girl. Trini watches as Kimberly’s face twists with an intrigued look as she scoots herself forward and feels her forehead with the back of her hand.

“Will you please stop?” Trini says frustrated, shoving the other girl’s hand away slightly, but she’s not surprised when Kimberly goes undeterred and lets her hand fall to her neck, switching from side to side to check her temperature. Trini gives up and lets Kimberly finish checking her. Trini swears she worries too much. “Are you done?” Trini asks, annoyed.

“Do you want ice or heating pad?” Kimberly persists, brows furrowed as she stands and moves towards the table in the corner, the desk full with medicine and different size heating pads. 

“Ice.” Trini grumbles, eyes rolling when Kimberly gets a satisfied smile playing on her face.

“Here,” Kimberly says after a few second, fishing out an ice gel pack from the mini fridge Trini had in her room. Kimberly goes to put it on her head, but Trini simply snatches it out of her hand with a huff and places it on the back of her head, glaring at her girlfriend. “Will you stop being angry?” Kimberly says with a shake of her head, taking a seat in her previous position.

“Will you stop babying me?” Trini snaps, crossing her arms and letting the ice pack fall at her side. “You can’t just come lay with me like a normal girlfriend?”

Kimberly rolls her eyes as she stands, kicking off her sneakers before pulling back Trini’s sheets, scooting herself next to the other woman, tugging her gently into her side. Trini lets Kim pull her closer, but she doesn’t lean into her as she looks across the room towards the TV.

“I’m just making sure you’re not in pain.” Kimberly says with a sigh, a small chuckle escaping her lips when Trini rolls her eyes. She waits until her girlfriend turns to look at her, an annoyed frown playing on her lips, before Kimberly pouts and bats her eyelashes.

“I hate you.” Trini says simply as Kimberly tugs her again and Trini simply curls herself around the taller girl, tucking her head into Kimberly’s neck, smiling when Kim kisses her forehead gently. Trini loves moments like these when Kimberly just relaxes, small content sighs escaping her lips every now and then as she lets her hand stroke Trini’s back. She doesn’t miss the small moments when Kimberly leans her head on Trini’s forehead to make sure she wasn’t running a fever. Trini’s head does hurt, so much so that she can barely keep her eyes open, but just having Kimberly next to her was enough to quell the pain.

“I love you.”

“You betta.”

Good Boys Like Bad Girls (Part 5)

Summary:  Most teachers had a pet student but not many students had one. Except you.

“Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster… for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.”

Word Count: 4.5k

Kinks Included In This Chapter: Voyeurism, orgasm denial, choking

Author’s Note: I didn’t proofread this yet tbh. I’ll do it when I wake up. 

(Woo two gifs for one chapter. I’ll give credits when I wake up as well)

As you expected, Taehyung didn’t let you go that easily. He missed school, camped down in front of your house, and when that failed as you resorted to just not going home and staying with Jungkook wherever the hell he chose to spend his nights, he started following the both of you. That, of course, led to numerous clashes between the two boys that had Taehyung landing in the hospital every time without fail, just to get on his feet again and continue chasing you.

There was something to be said about his loyalty and perseverance but he was drawing too much attention to you and frankly, you were getting tired of his shit.

“Just go home, Taehyung. Let it go. Go on with your life. Seeing you get beat up every day is getting more than a little pathetic.” You wave your hands in the air dismissively, towering over the boy slumped on the floor and holding his stomach in agony.

“Never.” He hisses out and pulls his hand away from his stomach, showing you a metallic object held tightly in his fist.

You squint, struggling to decipher what the object covered in blood is when Jungkook speaks up.

“You stole my pocket knife.” He laughs, “You think that’s gonna help you?”

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Thicker than Water - Part 3

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)


Bucky x Reader series

Summary: Inspired by this post (x)
Being born and raised in a HYDRA family means you must be a devoted member to the organisation, carrying out orders with blind obedience. But after being assigned the suicide mission of being the Winter Soldier’s handler, you slowly start to question where your loyalties truly lie.

Warnings: Violence, swearing, mentions of nakedness

Word Count: 3171

A.N: BUCKLE UP KIDS! this is only getting started

Originally posted by ofallingstar

February 2004
0428 hours

“I can’t believe you’re working in the lab,” said Daniel as he inserted a new magazine into his gun, tossing his old one somewhere on the floor of the shooting range.

You were sitting behind him, feet propped over the small table while you leaned behind on a chair you had dragged all the way to the cubicle, smirking.

“I mean-” -he went on, gesturing with both hands but stopping once realized he was holding a loaded gun in one of them “sorry- it’s just- you’re probably the best shooter we’ve had and they’re making you waste your abilities.”

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Originally posted by dammithoshi

Pairing: Jungkook x reader [feat: Taehyung]
Genre: angst. smut. trouble makers au. 
Word Count: 4.2k

Jungkook, Taehyung, and yourself, live in a poor area of Seoul. The three of you grew up together in another small poor town, so once you moved into Seoul with Jungkook and Taehyung, living in another small poor area didn’t bother you, even though you WANTED to live in the city, but that couldn’t happen due to the fact that you do not get paid enough at your job, while Jungkook and Taehyung have a harder time keeping jobs due getting into fights or even stealing from their jobs in order to help provide for each other, but also causing trouble around the neighborhood. 

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Bound to Happen (Part 7), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.

Words: 1,230

Author’s Note: Did I use the write-a-thon as an excuse to write another chapter of this? Absolutely. Day 5: Reverse POV, so this entire chapter will be written from Lin’s POV-ish.

Warnings: As always, a slow burn.

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Lin had never felt as helpless as he did in the time you were away. While he had some control of his life (and, believe it or not, was able to make his own cup of coffee), he felt a looming cloud that told him things were not the same.

And then you were back. Wheelchair and leg cast and pain medication included.

It was certainly odd, to start off. Every turn around a corner was met with a sharp call of ‘Corner!’ as you came barreling through, nearly running over anyone in your paths toes.

Things didn’t go back to normal for awhile. Soon the wheelchair was done and then the crutches were. You had to miss some performances for appointments with a physical therapist and before Lin knew it, you were running around backstage again.

It was like watching a ghost for the first week - you desperately showing how ready you were to be back in action. As the weeks continued to pass and he re-familiarized himself with your presence in his life, he noticed something else.

A shift in the atmosphere of the rooms he was in. Suddenly, meetings were set up. He was able to skip past the audition room and onto the show itself. He no longer had to beg to get into the room.

It was all too overwhelming.

Performing nightly along with every other minute in his day jammed with somebody wanting something, he was exhausted.

As he fell into bed late enough for him to see the sun beginning to rise, he knew one thing. He had to leave In the Heights.

It took a week to tell the producers, who quickly went to work on finding an alternative as Javier would be stepping into his role. It took another day to tell his family, who started cashing out the tickets he was allowed to put on hold for them.

He told the people who could keep it to themselves - Chris, Karen (who had left a week prior), and a handful of others. The only person left to tell before they leaked it to the news was you.

He knew he couldn’t just dump it on you like he did everyone else. He had to ease into it - wine and dine you a bit.

Which is why he approached you at your least busy hour, which was honestly just as busy as every other hour in your day, and asked you to dinner.

Dinner seemed simple enough to him. You could share a bottle of wine, playfully fork at each other’s entrees, split dessert, and then he could drop that bomb on you.

And everything was going to plan - he had imagined a red wine in his head, but you insisted on a white - until dessert was placed between you. He watched you pick up your fork but not move for the first bite. It shook in your hand as you fought to look anywhere but at him.

“Y/N?” He asked, dessert forgotten. “What’s-”

“I think it’s time for me to move on.” Your voice was low and rushed and was silenced by Lin losing his grip on his fork.

“It’s a private foundation, mostly focused on education. The Rockefeller Foundation?” Lin spaced as you continued - your role on the board, the day you had missed at the theater, telling everyone it was a doctor’s appointment. “Two weeks.”

His eyes snapped up at that declaration - a final day that perfectly aligned with the one he chose. He wondered for a moment if someone was working behind his back here. Maybe Tommy had thought it would be funny. Lin wasn’t laughing.

“You’re leaving?”

“I’ve been with you since Wesleyan, Lin. You didn’t expect me to be at your beck and call forever, did you?” Your smile was playful, but he could hear the real question. 

Why have I been with you this long and never received a promotion?

“No.” He breathed, unable to tell you the one thing that had been holding you from climbing any higher had been his dependence on you. “I just-” 

He stopped for a moment to collect his thoughts, hand searching for the fork he had previously dropped. 

“I was going to tell you tonight that Javi is going to step in as the primary Usnavi in two weeks.” Suddenly, you were both in the mood for dessert, eagerly forking at the cake to fill the now tense air.

“That’s…nice.” He could tell your smile was forced, and he halfway returned it.

“Andy has the rights to Bring It On as a musical and wants my help. Guaranteed work, never had that before.” He chuckled lightly as dessert dwindled down and soon the occasional scrape of a fork against the plate no longer filled the silence.

“So I’m leaving.” Lin nodded, “And you’re leaving.” Lin nodded again. “Two weeks and we’re-” You paused, and he watched the inevitability of a separation dawn on you.


The waiter arrived with the bill, Lin quickly handing off his card without another word. It was another five minutes before you were out of your seat, Lin’s hand on the dip of your back as he maneuvered the two of you from the restaurant.

The two of you were left on the cold street. For the first time in your entire relationship, it was tense. The easy flow where you moved in sync was gone and you felt like two strangers again.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Lin started, knowing you were technically required to see him the next day.


With that, Lin had no choice but to leave, unable to handle the way you looked at him like it was the first time you had truly seen him.

Tomorrow came and went. And then it was the next tomorrow, and the next, until eventually there were no more tomorrows and Lin was taking his final bow as you frantically searched the theater for all of your worldly possessions.

Suddenly the most dialed number on your phone was your new boss instead of your old and the most you communicated with Lin was any Facebook status he happened to post. You knew he was just a few blocks from you, holed up in his apartment or strolling through his neighborhood park to generate lyrics.

He knew you were a train ride away and, shit, a phone call away.

It was a few months until he saw you again, hair shorter and darker than he remembered and in a sharp blazer he didn’t remember you owning. He happened to peek into one of his favorite coffee shops to check the busyness of the rush hour when he noticed you in the window.

You were laughing and casual and it had been too long since he had seen you like that. He debated going in for five minutes, basking in the glow you emitted even through the window.

He stormed down the street before he did something he would regret. 

It was another month before he saw you in a bookstore, and a week where he thought he saw you in the park and a day before he convinced himself you were at his doctor’s office.

He shook you from his head, trying to focus on the cheerleaders he needed to sing emotional ballads while memorizing lines to play opposite Hugh Laurie.