waiting for the rest of his hair to grow back



warning: contains spoilers from voltron season 3

  • shiro wanted to grow out his hair for ep 5 out of spite but in the end he lost and just ended up wearing a wig LMAO
  • film crew learned never to leave the cameras on when they’re on break and actors are still on set
    • they came back and looked through recent footage and all of a sudden:
      • lance pops in the screen screaming “YOOOOO I TELL U WHAT I WANT WHAT I REALLY REALLY WANT–”
      • then followed by hunk “–SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT WHAT U REALLY REALLY WANT–”
      • and it just continues on with the rest of the paladins screaming Wannabe in the middle of the set
  • sven’s cameo was actually original sven
    • shiro cried (again) when he heard the news
  • keith broke his sword by accident once when they were filming the scence where the paladins were fighting lotor’s generals
  • pidge posted a picture of allura holding her whip bayard and just captioned it “Wonder Woman (2017)”
  • hunk: what if instead we increase the SA magnitude?
    • pidge: the spires of the castle!
    • hunk: genius!
      • lance: ha nerds
  • pidge and hunk once replaced the background music of when the blade of marmora were running w/ the naruto german theme
  • they were doing a vlog interview of the actors while on set and when it was shiro’s turn pidge just pipes up “show them the REAL shiro y’all” bEFORE SHE JUST DARTS AWAY 
  • allura’s scene where she tried to hit on Blue was unscripted LMAO
    • she actually asked lance in advance before filming what she should say
    • treats the new paladins cast like their own kids
    • new paladins love them to death
  • u kno who else treats the new paladins like their own kids - ZETHRID
    • tho she’s more like the really cool aunt
    • could benchpress all of them if she wanted to TBFH
  • everytime Pidge gets asked “WHERE’S MATT” she just looks for wherever he is and takes a photo of him 
    • one time she just barges into the bathroom while matt’s brushing his teeth and snaps a photo of him
    • “the internet”
  • Lance: shiro pass me ur jesus wig
    • Shiro: ???? *hands it over*
    • Lance: *puts it on keith’s head* akira
    • Shiro: *STARTS SOBBING*


ageisia  asked:

Ah, I forgot to give you a prompt, didn't I? Can I have something where Sam, Steve and Bucky all get deaged together shortly post CACW and Team Iron Man has to deal with their prepubescent shenanigans and their feelings? Like 10-12 years old and they're all little shits. Especially Steve to Tony after Tony guesses that Steve is 8, which is a mortal insult when you are 11.

I am so sorry for the lateness of this! I meant to answer it last weekend but I was still in Sinus Haze at that point. :D I had a lot of fun with this one! 


“They were supposed to be here for the signing of the revised accords,” Tony said.

“And Barnes was supposed to turn himself in to SHIELD,” Rhodey added.

T'Challa and Tony both looked at him, Tony’s eyebrows rising.

“What? He killed your parents, I don’t get to be mad about that?” Rhodey asked.

“Sure, but if you’re as mad as I was you also get to be in some pretty intense therapy for like a year,” Tony said, turning back to the glass window, which looked in on three children in the holding room at the Avengers compound.

“We came through an electrical storm in the jet on the way here,” T'Challa said. “When we came out of it…” he gestured at the children. Steve, an incredibly tiny, frail child, was wrapped in a blanket. They’d found clothing that would more or less fit Sam and Bucky, who looked to be on the verge of puberty, but Steve was stuck in an oversized shirt and a blanket he’d tied around his toast-rack chest like a sarong.

“You know how I know this is magic and not science?” Tony asked.

“Wanda wasn’t affected?” Rhodey ventured.

“Neither was I,” T'Challa pointed out. “We think because I was in the shielded cockpit.”

“No, I know this is magic because whoever did this to him gave him a teeny tiny arm,” Tony said, pointing at Bucky’s child-sized prosthetic, as menacing in its own way as the real adult thing.

“I think I can fix it,” Wanda said. Her eyes were glowing red, and the air was sort of dancing around her. Tony wondered how much she’d been practicing since she’d arrived in Wakanda. “But I’m worried about going in there alone.”

“For them or for you?” Tony asked, and she looked – startled, like she’d forgotten he could care about people. That was going to sting for a while.

“Both. There are three of them, one of whom has a metal arm,” she said. “And I need someone to take me down if I lose it, which…is usually Steve’s job.”

“I can go,” Tony said. “The repulsors bracelets are subtle, won’t freak the kids out. And I can distract them if you want to work on them one at a time.”

“Do you have any experience with children at all?” Rhodey asked.

“I’ll have you know I dealt very handily with the last twelve-year-old I knew,” Tony replied loftily.


Wanda was sitting on the floor, trying to lure Sam away from the smartphone he was playing with, when she heard Steve yell: “I’m not eight!”

“Hey, calm down, I was guessing,” Tony said, and Wanda looked over just in time to see Steve stand up, his terrifyingly thin little hands balled into fists. Tony, who was crouched down to talk to him and Bucky (probably mostly Steve; she couldn’t imagine Tony didn’t still have some…anger issues surrounding Bucky), held up his hands.

“I’m eleven! Just because I’m little doesn’t mean I’m a baby!” Steve insisted. Bucky was watching them both warily.

“Nobody’s saying you’re a baby,” Tony replied soothingly. “But – ”

“Don’t talk to me like I am one!” Steve said, and Wanda flinched as he swung his arm. He was going to break his hand on Tony’s face –

She watched, awestruck, as Tony reacted. He’d had all his weight on the balls of his feet, legs bent, body balanced over his knees; when Steve’s fist connected (barely) he threw himself backwards, sprawling and then somersaulting – gracelessly – and collapsing spreadeagled on the ground. Steve looked at his own fist, wonderingly.

“He’s down! Get ‘im!” Bucky yelled, the first words he’d said, and he sprang for Tony, landing hard on his chest. Tony let out a whuff, then curled on one side as Steve started ineffectually kicking him. Sam ran over to help Bucky pin Tony down, and Wanda got up to make sure they weren’t hurting him, but Tony was grinning as he hid his face and curled up his body against Steve’s snowflake-like blows.

Eventually Steve flopped down with the others, breathlessly giving up his assault, and Tony lay still underneath the three boys, grinning up at Wanda as she stood over them.

“Okay, you vicious little weasels,” he said, and Wanda waited for all three boys to take offense, but none of them bothered. “You are meant to be big grown adult males who could actually break my bones. Wanda needs to fix you up, put you back the way you were.”

He sat up, dislodging Sam, and then kicked his legs gently to shove Bucky off as well. Bucky clung on grimly with his metal hand around Tony’s ankle, but most of him slithered away.

“Do I really grow up big?” Steve asked, and Tony pulled him into the gentlest of headlocks, one huge palm resting on Steve’s strawlike hair.

“Bigger than everyone else,” he assured him.

“Bigger than BUCKY?”

Tony leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Even Sam grows up bigger than Bucky.”

“That’s a lie!” Bucky insisted, getting to his feet. “Make me grow up first!” he insisted to Wanda. “So I can prove it!”

“No, me first!” Steve yelled, which meant Sam insisted too, and suddenly instead of three sullen little shits refusing to obey her, she had three eager little boys all jostling to be first.

“You did this,” she said to Tony, who shrugged and rubbed at his ankle, which was starting to show a bruise where Bucky had clung to it.

“I don’t know a ton about kids but I know a lot about managing humans,” he replied.

Thanks again the @sparkleywonderful for the prompt. This is my first time writing for Elorcan as well, which I actually really enjoyed. Honestly, its all just a bunch of silliness.

Elorcan: You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me shortie? 

(note: I don’t imagine Lorcan actually saying the word ‘shortie’, so I changed the wording a little)

 “Lorcan, please… it looks ridiculous.” 

Elide stood with her hands braced on her hips, looking at Lorcan brushing out his hair, or rather what was left of it. He had been sparring with both Aelin and Rowan when he had been distracted. The burst of fire Aelin had sent at him had singed off most of the hair on the right side of his face. The sheer stupidity of the situation was beyond Elide’s rational comprehension. First of all why were they sparring with Aelin’s fire and secondly why hadn’t Lorcan just tied his hair back. And on top of that, it had been her stupid ankle that had distracted him to begin with. When Lorcan sparred Elide’s ankle was left without his magical brace, so when she stood the sudden pain had caused her to wince. And Lorcan, damn him, had heard. 

“It will grow out. I’ll just leave it.” Lorcan grumbled as he stood now, his hair free from restraint. 

Elide couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she looked at his hair. The shortest section now fell just below his right cheekbone then beyond that were messed lengths of hair burnt at the tips. Luckily Rowan had reacted swift enough to prevent the fire from catching and the left side remained entirely unscathed, resting on Lorcan’s massive shoulders.

“Why won’t you let me cut it?” Elide demanded. Lorcan didn’t respond and only took a step towards her and Elide kept her stance waiting for an answer. 

“I just don’t see the point,” Lorcan finally replied, “It will grow back.” 

“The point is you look ridiculous right now with half your hair missing.” Elide used all her control not to scoff at it. “Come on, it’s not like you’ve never had short hair before.” 

Elide looked up but Lorcan avoided her gaze. Then it dawned on her. “Lorcan, you must have had your hair short before. You’re centuries old… are you telling me you’ve kept your hair in this same style the whole time?” 

Lorcan nodded, “Long hair suited me, it just seemed pointless to try anything else. A waste of time and energy.”

“Rowan has his hair short, and it makes him look quite handsome,” this time Elide refrained from rolling her eyes as Lorcan gave a slight growl. “Granted I never did see him with long hair.” 

Silence now reigned throughout the room. Lorcan still wouldn’t meet Elide’s eyes, and she knew somewhere deep inside her gut that this was Lorcan being insecure. Of all the things she assumed Lorcan to be insecure about, it definitely wasn’t his hair. She loved his dark tresses and the glare she had given Aelin has caused the queen to apologise profusely. And Lorcan was right, his hair would grow back. But there was no need for him to look as stupid as his actions that had caused it until it did. 

“Lorcan if you don’t allow me to cut your hair willingly, I will do it regardless.” 

Lorcan closed the space between so that Elide had to tip her head back to look him in the eye. “You’re like, five feet tall. How are you going to reach me?”

A glint of mischief was in Elide’s eye, “Oh, Lorcan,” Elide’s voice was barely above a whisper and it made Elide smile when Lorcan instinctively lent closer. “You forget I have friends in high places. In regards to height and otherwise.”

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What’s in a Name

This ficlet is part of the Claire returns early with Bree AU which begins with A Ringing Phone and a Folder.

This ficlet is a direct continuation from Through It All

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Available on AO3 as The Nature of Choice.

This is an Outlander canon divergence AU.

As always, let me know what you think.

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Mercy’s Nightmares

Did I ever tell you guys about my headcanon of Mercy getting really bad nightmares when she’s pregnant? No?

Gency. Pregnancy. Fluff. Angst. Hurt/Comfort.

They usually appear after bad missions or a day of remembering things that shouldn’t be dwelled upon, but it keeps occurring steadily now. Nearly three times a week. Vivid dreams of blood and losing him to the fog he always escapes into. The crumbled concrete wreckage of the Switzerland headquarters stains her brain like black ink.  

It’s her hormones, she determines. Pregnancy alters many things in a woman’s body, it’s not unheard of to have strange dreams and nightmares.  

They just seem to stick with her long after she has open her eyes.

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Word (Bad Boy!Jimin as a Father)

Plot: #05. “Was that a word!?” + #06. “His/her first word better not be a damn cuss word!” + #17. “Why are both you and the baby crying?” + #52. “Do you think I’ll make a good mother/father?” with bad boy!Jimin as a father

Word Count: 1389

A/N: so I’ve actually done an entire series on this concept (click here for part one, it’ll have the links to the remaining parts) of bad boy!chim as a father bc I’m a sucker for anything bad boy!BTS and anything father!BTS so combining them???? Good deal that’s a 10/10 concept right there, the link for this will be bad boy!Jimin (here) and father!Jimin (all of the father related posts are here)

He had never really thought about having kids until he had one. He had never sat down and thought about what type of father he would be, whether he would be strict, the best friend, over protective, whether he’d be a father at all. He spent too much of his time at parties, surrounded by his friends and people he didn’t know and wouldn’t remember in a few hours, to be worried about fatherhood. His life was about his amusement and getting through college in one piece, that was it. He didn’t have many responsibilities outside of a few essays he could whip together in a few hours, due to the intelligence he somewhat hid, and a few hours of work a day. After that, he was free.

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Brian has seen Danny die upwards of a hundred times since they became, in Danny’s words, best friends. It lost its novelty somewhere around the fifth time. Danny always came back in a matter of minutes- sometimes seconds- as good as new. Brian learned to shrug off these little incidents the same way Danny always did. They became practically routine. Something to take in stride. Something, even, to take advantage of if Danny decided to be particularly annoying at any given time.

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Your Prince

Notes: I am so sorry it took me three days to complete this! I got home at 7 this morning, it is now 1:40 (Don’t ever work as a waitress during the holidays, especially New Year’s), and I wanted to finish this ASAP. I started over so many times and I still kinda don’t like this one. But I hope you like it, even if just a little bit. <3 Now, off to bed I go. c: I hope you all had an amazing and safe New Year’s! 

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anonymous asked:

I have a fic request! I noticed after Ending B 9S gets really protective of 2B and tries to stand in front of her a few times during the assault mission. When you go in his room during the credits, he talks in a gentle voice, while showering 2B with power up items, money, and tells her to be careful. So, I have this headcanon that they had sex after Ending B and that's why he was acting like that toward her. Would you be willing to write another lewd fanfic of these two again? Thank you!


(Once again, I’m doing the dirty and this time I’m like, fuck it, I’m sin mother and this ship is mine to steer. No real attention was put on the “how” in this one, however. Androids have genitals now; deal with it.)

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Her gloved fingers brushed along the side of his face, judging the reality of his existence by this simple set of light movements of leather against artificial skin. Her knuckles curled as they ran over his cheek, a finger tracing his chin and, after a moment of slight hesitation, following the shape of his lips. His shaking breath parted the plump skin, his cheeks lightly dusted with blush pink.

She realized that this moment was something he didn’t expect and wasn’t something she had planned. It was born of a spontaneous desire to assure that it really was him and not another formatted version she needed to learn to love again.

“2…B?” He finally ventured when her fingers finally came to rest against the shell of his neck. She looked down but only saw the blackness of his visor, not the deep, dark blue eyes his model type was equipped with. His voice caught, embarrassed.

“Yes?” She prodded. 9S adverted his gaze even though he couldn’t see her eyes behind her visor. She raised an eyebrow, inviting him to voice his thoughts.

“…I…um,” he took her hand in his own. He gripped her smaller, delicate yet deadly fist in his own as if debating allowing her to fight this internal war with him.

N-not now.*

“Thanks.” He gave her a soft smile, a smile she could could see past with no assistance.

She wasn’t going to push him, not now anyways. This wasn’t the time, time that was running short. At any moment, Command would give an order that would possibly divide them and she would never get this opportunity again.

So she ignored it and gently separated their hands, moving hers to press against his chest before leaning forward and bringing their lips together. The cool and firm skin yielded against hers, warm breath mixing as they each tested the boundaries of what they could do behind the closed door of the room the Resistance had given them. She felt the steady hum of his systems underneath her palms, growing in confidence with each beat before tugging that the buttons of his coat. 9S froze and swallowed, unsure of how he should react or use his hands as they rested uselessly at his sides.

He didn’t have to wait for long before his chest was exposed to her hands, which tugged urgently at his skintight undershirt. Her tongue pushed against his lips, looking for any sign of entry into his mouth as one hand slid up his back and entwined itself in his hair, nails pressing on his scalp.

She felt her pulse rate spike as they gave into the simpleminded desire coursing through their systems, blood pounding in her ears. A combat model, she shouldn’t feel this nervousness. Yes, she was bold and confident but that was in a situation where breaking the other person was perfectly acceptable and the desired goal. 9S wasn’t a person she wanted to hurt, even accidentally.

Gently, she pushed against him, causing him to rest on the bed, her palms on either side of his head. Their lips had came unglued during the transit; 2B panted, a small trail of saliva of unsure origin slicking the skin as she stared down at him. His cheeks and ears had become a shade of red that could only be described as “adorable”, his mouth just as lewdly askew as hers.

She stared down at him, attempting to gage his reaction to what had transpired before. Everything about him urged her on, begging her to keep going, including the obvious stiffness in his pants that was growing harder as movement aroused them both.

Still…she reached behind his head and undid the knot of his visor, pulling the obscuring black fabric from his eyes while doing the same to herself. His eyes, despite being artificial optics with wires and no soul behind them, were the most expressive part of him. One look into them told her everything and sealed the consent she needed.

Granted, she doubted that what she saw behind the thick veil of lust and desire was that look in his eyes she knew and feared. It was that look that was always followed by a swift betrayal in the form of a sword through his chest. He knew something and he wanted to tell her, but he was still searching for the right time and that wasn’t now, thank the God she still believed had abandoned her.

His coat and undershirt were urgently pulled off to silence her own thoughts on that terrifying subject. He couldn’t speak those words if his mouth was occupied with hers, his hands flush against her backside.

She could feel her own body heat rising, the fabric of her undergarments and clothes becoming too tight and heavy for her to bear. It felt similar to a buildup of reactor heat before the inevitable self destruction, her neither regions throbbing with sweltering, wet need.

“9S.” She separated their lips to gaze into his eyes again. He took the hint surprisingly well, but she didn’t doubt the label of “high end” attached to his model type. His logic systems worked far and above hers, able to solve these kind complexities when his own sheepishness finally died. He undid the near invisible buttons right at the side of her chest, the black fabric of her shirt coming loose before falling from her shoulders and arms and onto the ground. His thumbs trailed over her bare skin, tugging at the edges of her leotard to get to more of that smooth flesh he just wanted to feel*.

He visibly twitched when he felt her palm slide along his crotch, fingers grazing his member. One dragged against the damp tip, playing with him mercilessly as he panted uselessly against her mouth. “Ah…a…2B.” She cupped her hand around his length, the leather of her glove smooth and molding to his skin.

They moved against each other, losing clothing and inhibition. Underneath all the layers was bare skin, soft, peachy and a layer of untouched sensitivity. Other loosely regulated YoRHa members spoke in not-so-hushed tones about doing this very selfsame thing all the time around the Bunker, but 9S himself had never been privy to the practice. The way 2B moved for them though, her hands firmly planted on either side of his head and hips hovering above his crotch, broadcasted experience he couldn’t match. A tiny, jealous part of him wondered who else had the undeniable honor of witnessing her lewd and bare, the part also wondering what happened to them. He hadn’t even been inside her and he knew she felt as breathtaking as she looked when her eyes were low and her cheeks red with the effort of restrained sounds.

Keeping the theme of control firmly in her hands, she lowered herself onto him, hissing as she twisted the sheet in her fingers. His systems flushed with heat, his back arching at the sudden but welcome feeling that rushed through his nervous systems.

Who could possibly give this feeling up? After a moment, her hips began to rock against his before they became full thrusts, rapid exhales leaving their mouths in synchronized shallow breaths of air. What kind of idiot would let her go?

She had done this before. With him. Of course, he doesn’t remember, but she knows where he’s weak, the spots he didn’t like to be touched and the way he moved.

He hadn’t changed. They hadn’t wiped him away…and for that, she’s glad. It’s a small consolation prize for the suffering she will soon bring down onto him, pleasure before pain.

She wondered if it was worth it.

Inside, she was capable of burning him alive, smothering him in the greatest way possible with crushing, dominating force. Her slick muscles held him firm, wet, hot and…shit, he’s burning and his blood is boiling in his veins.*

He pushed against the bed, going against her weight to sit up with her in his lap, her head on his shoulder. She followed his lead, wrapping her legs around his back, tightly holding him flush to her. Fuck, it felt too good.* Her head throbbed, processors firing in overdrive as it all began to dull into one feeling of never wanting to stop*. If she didn’t stop…if they never stopped…

“Ngh…ah…ah.” His tongue fought a losing but heated battle with hers, warm saliva trailing down her lips. 9S moaned as she curved her back to allow for deeper penetration and closer contact between them. N-no way he was going to live through this. The way she rode him so desperately, so hungry for him and…well shit she was heavier than him and she wasn’t being gentle. If he broke his new body though, it was a hell of a way to go.

*Man, 21O is gonna be pissed…“how did you break your body again?” “I got fucked by a combat android and I learned that being on the bottom is dangerous to my health yet really awesome.”*

No way in hell he was going to tell anyone about this.

“Don't…don't…” She licked her lips and gasped for words. “Stop…thinking.”

*Just do me one favor please*, she wanted to beg. *Don’t do this to me again.*

Her nails dug into his skin, trails of red left in her wake. The pain was nothing compared to the all consuming pleasure, a mere inconvenience in the face of something he needed if he was going to be strong and…was he really going to tell her? He trusted her with his life, but his own mind was in shambles with what he had learned from digging where he had no right. Was he really going to doom her to the same fate? Was that fair?

“Stop thinking,” that’s what she had demanded.

Losing himself in her, in the feelings she drew out of him, was far better than the truth.

They had been called back to the Bunker and separated by circumstance, preparing the mission that would hopefully end the war. Adam and Eve had been destroyed, leaving the machine network venerable.

This was their chance, and yet *their chance had past. She came to his room one last time, the air heavy with knowledge and tension. His skin still smelled of her, his chest marked by thin cuts. It was fresh, the feeling still raw in his mind.

What could he say…? He was pathetic when it came to her. All he could do was give her a gift and words heavy with barely repressed affection and love.

Maybe…maybe when this fight was over, they could run from YoRHa no matter the outcome. They could escape together, become rouges and relocate where Command could never find them. He could research machines and she could fish and…and…

Was it…selfish? Was this what she wanted? Did she still want war or did she want the same peace he did? Was he only doing this for himself?

He had no time to answer. The mission came first.

Her hand lingered on his shoulder, as if she wanted to say something else, do something else, but nothing came to her.

“…Be careful, 9S.”

There it was, the frigid love he so hated. He wanted more warmth, more heat, more of the genuine person she was, not the soldier façade she put up.

“You too…2B.”

He would tell her. No matter the outcome, she deserved the truth.

Not Dead Yet (Part 34)

*Well I had a feeling this was what was going to go down when I asked for suggestions. When in doubt do the nasty!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warning: language, smut

“You know, I thought this was going in another direction when you said you were ready.”

“Yeah, ready for breakfast.” I sat down at one of the tables. “Is it a problem that I’m hungry?”

“No, I am too but my appetite is for something other than a poorly made inn breakfast.”

“Let me guess, it’s sitting right across from you?”

“Stop guessing what I’m going to say.”

“Only when you stop being predictable.” I looked around but the inn was a ghost town. Last night it had been packed, where had everyone gone? It wasn’t even noon yet. “Where did everyone go?”

“I figured this might happen.” Peter reached behind the abandoned bar and pulled a loaf of bread and wheel of cheese that was hiding under on one of the lower shelves. “People are so easily frightened.”

“What did you do?”

“Snapped someone’s neck. Not important why.”


“Don’t give me that look. I had a perfectly acceptable reason.” he broke off some bread and tossed me the loaf, “At least we know no one will disturb us.”

“Codfish.” I caught the bread and bit into it. “Anything to drink?”

“Well there’s some mead back here.” he grinned picking up a bottle.

“Ha ha, something else please. Anything else.” Peter pulled a pitcher of water out and two glasses. “Thanks.”

We ate in silence, the din of the town outside bustling from the open windows. A couple people came in unaware of any danger. Others saw Peter and turned right back out the doors. “What exactly did happen last night?” I asked, “I know you killed someone and I have the feeling I was a bit of an easy target but that’s not all, is it?”

“It doesn’t matter what happened.” He picked at some dirt under his nails, “Now if we could retire back to our room. I believe I have a favor to fulfill.” He pulled me up off my chair and started heading back upstairs.

“Peter,” I followed shortly behind, “Why won’t you tell me?”

“Because this is one of those instances where ignorance truly is bliss. Can you accept that?”

“I believe so.”

“Then for once in your miserable little life, listen to me. The details of what went on last night that you can no longer remember are no concern of yours. Even if they were, those details are now dead.” he held the door open for me, “May we?”

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Red (soulmate!Michael imagine)

Summary: A soulmate AU in which you only receive the full spectrum of colours when you meet your soulmate (pls i suck at summaries but it’s good i swear)

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Flufffffy Michael bc who doesn’t love Michael tbh

Originally posted by dimplelashton

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Michael’s sight has been black and white for as long as he’s been alive. 

Ever since he was a little boy and he was moved into the ‘colour impaired’ class along with twelve other students, he’d been taught about the impact of soulmates. He was told that when he met his soulmate, someone who understood him like no one else, he’d get to see in colour.

Across the country you’d heard a similar lesson but, instead of being promised colours, you were told of the deep blacks and crisp whites that would grace your eyes the moment you touched your soulmate.

To Michael the whole concept of having a soulmate felt like some kind of sick joke. There’s over seven billion people inhabiting the earth and you’re supposed to find one person? It sounded impossible.

But, when his bandmates started to receive the full spectrum of colours as they met their soulmates, he began to collect a yearning feeling inside his chest. It was as if only now he was realising what he was truly missing.

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Limerence - Chapter IV

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Characters: Sehun and OC (Ursula)

Warnings: This series contains mentions of assault, sexual violence, and stalking.

Word Count: 3.2k

Note: To clarify something before this chapter starts, seeing as it may be confusing, when something is in italics it is that person’s inner thoughts. More specifically, something they are saying to themselves. In Sehun’s case, when something is in italics and enclosed in ‘ ’, that is the different sides of his mind talking. Think of it as his conscience arguing with the side of himself that is growing more obsessive as time goes on, if that makes any sense heh.

Limerence:  The state of being infatuated or obsessed with another person, typically experienced involuntarily and characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings.

I woke up the next morning feeling more rested than I had in days. I ran my hand through my hair and pulled the covers off of me. Wait… Covers? That’s funny. I don’t remember covering up last night. I know I pulled my covers back, but I never actually covered up. I looked around my room to see if anything happened to be out of the ordinary. I noticed my closet door was now shut when I am almost 100% positive I left it cracked open last night. Maybe I am just misremembering things. I picked up my phone to look at the time, 8:02 am.

I went downstairs and turned the coffee maker on. I didn’t have to work, so my entire day was free. I didn’t have a whole lot planned, but I did plan on going shopping at the mall later on. I started working a lot more, so I decided I needed a day to spoil myself.

I made myself a cup of coffee and made my way outside and sat on the swing like every morning. I noticed Sehun and Delilah walking down the road, probably coming back from a walk around the block. I stood up on the porch and called out to him, “Well good morning to you early bird!”

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Verdict: Part 4

Notes: alright here it is! havent wrote smut like this…Graphic smut, fluffly. 

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Rude Boy Jongup | Vibrators

prompt: don’t want vibrators in your house because he’s the only thing that needs to be stimulating your body
fandom: B.A.P
member/reader: Jongup, female
genre/warning(s): smut, crack!fic
summary: In which Jongup don’t like vibrators
length: <1K
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Originally posted by dailybuckybarnes

Author: Arfrona-and-Marvel

Word Count: 1033

Warnings: None

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Type: Fluff, slight Crack

Note: SOULMATE AU where your soulmate’s first words are on your skin

Requested: “Can you braid his hair?” For Bucky. 


Y/N’s POV:

I braid my hair into a soft braid before throwing it back and finishing up the last touches of my makeup. I then move to my closet for a nice shirt to wear for the day. My hands skim the hangers before reaching for a nice blue shirt. Before I put it on, my eyes glance at the words written on my ribcage.

You? Or the kid? Please say you.

I smile a ponder over it for a few minutes.

My soulmate could be anywhere.

He is somewhere out there in the world.

Out of 7 billion people, there is one person in this world who will be my soulmate.

I sigh as I dream all of the possible scenarios as to where and how I will meet him.

I shake my head.

Be patient, Y/N. It’ll happen when it’ll happen.

And with that thought, I button up my shirt and leave for work.

Bucky’s POV:

I sit down in the hard hospital chair with the rest of the Avengers as we wait for news on Clint’s injuries. Of course, we could have gone back to Stark’s own hospital, but he was in dire condition.

I scratch my arm with my metal one and frown. It still feels weird.

I bump shoulders with Steve and stick out my arm, making a scratching motion.

He smiles lightly and scratches it for me, looking down at the words etched there.

Can I braid your hair?

Steve traces the words lightly with his fingers and I shiver.

“You know, in the old times,” Steve starts,

“You used to try to grow your hair out so that your soulmate could find you and they could braid your hair.”

I look away for a moment and try to imagine it. I touch my hair slowly before whispering lowly,

“Do you think she’ll braid my hair now?”

Steve laughs and nods, patting my back lightly.

“She’s your soulmate, she’d fondue with you too,” Sam says, joining the two.

I frown at him and gesture him to leave.

Steve laughs harder and I smile a little.

Someone who wouldn’t be scared of me…

It’s a nice thought.



I follow Carissa, the child I was assigned to look after at the hospital for a few minutes while her mother gave birth, around the hospital. The girl bounces on her toes lightly, looking at the world with curiosity. I look down at her with a small smile. She is a little four-year-old with plenty of energy and I absolutely adore it. She grabs my hand and screeches as she sees the wide windows of the building. She runs over and presses her face against the window to stare out of it with big eyes and a toothy grin.

“One day, I want to fly.”

I laugh,

“You should join the Avengers then.”

She looks up at me with hopeful eyes, her hair in a beautiful braid, allowing me to see her face clearly.

“Yes! I can meet Natasha!”

I laugh some more and she changes her attention onto something else.


I look over at her and see her pointing at a man with long hair.

“Can I braid his hair?”

I cock an eyebrow and hold back a laugh.

“You don’t know him, Carissa, you can’t braid his hair.”

She looks up at me with pleading eyes.

“But his hair looks so soft! It could be perfect for braiding! Can you braid his hair then?” she begs, obviously not giving up soon.

I groan and shake my head no.

She holds on to my leg and stares at me more intensely with bigger eyes and a dog face.

I sigh, thinking to myself, I am going to regret this.

Bucky’s POV

I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around to see a nurse with a kid. I stiffen up, terrified that she was going to ask me to leave the hospital because my arm was scary to the young girl. She smiles at me hesitantly and kindly. I then notice how sweet and amiable she looked and do my best to smile back.

She grins a bit wider when she sees me trying to smile and is about to say something when the kid says,

Can I braid your hair?”

I freeze, and so does Steve.

The woman notices my sudden change in posture and presses her hand on the child’s shoulder.

“Can I braid your hair?” the nurse asks, before explaining,

“Um, my friend here, Carissa, she wants me or her to braid your hair. Carissa thinks that it is soft and would look nice in a braid. I-uh- I do too.”

She smiles weakly, slightly embarrassed as a light tint appears on her cheek.

My heart begins to hammer in my chest.

I look over at Steve and he smiles lightly, giving me a small nod.

“Um, You? Or the kid? Please say you…” I whisper the last words quietly, not wanting to seem flirtatious.

Now it’s the nurse’s turn to freeze.

“C-can I see your Words please?” I ask nervously.

She nods, and unbuttons her shirt slightly, moving the top to the side a bit so I could see my words engraved on her skin.

I smile widely and show her my arm with her words on it.

The little girl looks up at both of us and squeals delightedly.

“Oh, I uh, well. I’m uh, Bucky,” I say, extending out my human arm.

She doesn’t move and I begin to panic.

What if she doesn’t like me?

Does she know what I have done?

Does my breath stink?

Is my hair okay?

Is she really the one?

What if she doesn’t want me to be her soulmate?

What if she’s scared of m-

She pulls me into a hug and kisses me lightly on the cheek.

“I’m (Y/N).”

She takes my metal arm in her hand and holds it, looking at its plates, completely fascinated.

She looks up at me briefly with tears in her eyes,

“I’m so glad I found you.”

And I laugh, holding her closely.

And yes, she did end up braiding my hair.

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“How long will you be?” you ask, standing with Tom outside of the airport.

“That depends on how long it takes to shoot this movie. Hopefully no more then a couple months, with visits and calls in between.” Tom replies. “You can always come with me.”

You smile. “You know I can’t do that.”

He smiles. “Yeah, I know.” Then he pulls you close, kissing you passionately. You tangle your hands in his hair as you kiss him back. His hands are like fire as they hold your waist tightly.

Finally he pulls away, resting his forehead on yours. “I’m so lucky to have you waiting for me. I love you so much, (y/n).”

At first you’re a bit shocked at his statement, but a smile grows on your face. “I love you too.”

He smiles brightly and kisses you one last time before turning and boarding the private plane taking him to Cleveland. Just before he disappears, he turns back and smiles at you. You wave, and then he’s gone.

For the time up until Tom returns from shooting, all you can think about are those three words he told you before he left, and how much you love him too.



Phil stands in the kitchen chopping vegetables for dinner. It’d been awhile since they’d had moments of peace like these where he’d just be able to calm down. They’d been living on takeout and microwavables since this whole LMD thing got discovered. He was going to sit the team down and make them dinner if he had to drag each of them out of their rooms himself.

Fitz would hardly look any of them in the eyes. Especially not Simmons. A shiver runs down his spine at the memory of him killing Agnes. It wasn’t real but it was terrifying regardless. Simmons mostly followed Fitz trying to adjust him back to his normal lifestyle as much as possible. Some days were good but most, not so much. Mack hid from everyone but Elena. They mostly spent their time in the garage or in his bedroom. Even when Mack was spotted in the halls his gaze was turned downwards, never a smile in his eyes. Daisy was hard at work trying to find more inhumans. She’d claimed they had a lead on where Vijay may be.  

Arms wrapping around him from behind halts his thought process quickly. A small face presses between his shoulder blades. He smiles to himself at the change. “I’m guessing nobody is around?”

Melinda hums into his back as a sign of affirmation. Ever since they’d escaped the submarine she’d been a little more hands on, so to say. She didn’t like public signs of affection but she’d slip her hand into his under conference tables, lean her head on his shoulder when she was sure they were alone, and even steal a kiss now and again. He couldn’t really blame her. She’d spent a month in captivity with no human interaction. Not to mention their relationship was fairly new. He’d blurted out that he’d kissed the LMD in the heat of the moment. The water was up to their necks and he was sure they were going to drown. Of course Daisy chose seconds after to quake the spot above them to pull them out. It worked out in his favor anyways.

She’d found him in the break room two days ago. She’d been distant since the confession but she’d simply sucked in a breath and pulled her lips to his.

“What are you making?”

“Well I’ve got a roast in the oven, asparagus waiting to be grilled, and oven-roasted Greek potatoes.”

“Careful or dinner won’t last for the rest of the team to get out here.” She teases.

“And I’m making strawberry cheesecake.”

Melinda groans from behind him. A smirk twitches at his lips. He knows it’s her favorite. “You know I’m supposed to be working on getting my strength back not gaining twenty pounds in one night.”

“You need a good meal. We all do.” He shrugs. “When was the last time we didn’t have take out or something we could just throw into the microwave?”

“Fair point.” She stands on her toes to place a kiss on the back of his neck. He’s just about to tease her about not being able to concentrate when a voice cuts him off.

“Well that’s new.” Daisy strolling into the room causes them both to leap apart, startled. “Don’t hide it on my account. It’s sweet. To be honest it’s by time that you guys did. The entire base had bets on when you two would finally have your first kiss.”

“Actually we already have.”

“Missions don’t count.” Daisy says rolling her eyes.

“You want to tell her the story?” Melinda asks with a sparkle of mirth in her eyes.

“Absolutely not.” Phil grins down at Melinda. He can feel the hardened gaze behind her sunglasses more than he can see it. They’d been sent on an undercover mission as their final test for their Secure Ops class. All they needed to do was blend in with the crowd. Somewhere around them someone was looking for anything that looked off.

“Oh come on Heidi.” He teases sticking out his bottom lip. “Just one and you’ll never have to ride ever again.” Upon arriving at their location Melinda had tensed right away. She’d secured her sunglasses on her face as her eyes almost betrayed her. If Phil hadn’t known better he would’ve sworn he saw fear flash in her eyes.

“How long had you two known each other at the time?” Daisy interrupts.

“We met at orientation but not official friends until someone dropped out of their dance elective.” The side of his lip twitches.

“I don’t like to dance.”

“Meaning she already knew everything they were teaching. She could’ve embarrassed the instructor if she wanted to.” Daisy giggles as he receives a semi-deserved elbow to the abdomen.

“I said no Charlie.” They’d agreed on their names days ago. Heidi Rowe and Charles Martin. They were meant to be high school sweethearts who followed each other to college. They were celebrating their graduation by going to a theme park for the day, apparently Charles’s favorite hang out.

Melinda’s head turns towards the rollercoaster she’d been adamant on not riding. They’d spent most of the day on small rides; bumper cars, merry-go-round, and even a few carnival games. He’d be lying if he said his chest doesn’t swell still at the perfect fast pitch he’d thrown in order to win the stuffed monkey lying at Melinda’s feet. As she looks up at the contraption he swears he sees it again. The fear echoes across her face for a split second before fading again. He sighs tapping a message on her hand in morse code. “We’re being watched, remember?” Melinda frowns before guiding him into the queue line.

Uncharacteristically, she tucks her head onto his shoulder. Despite the heat he holds her in the crowd. He pushes the thoughts out of his mind assuring himself that this is simply for cover. Melinda May is not afraid of anything. They engage in small talk but nothing seems to hold for long. It isn’t until her steps stutter as they reach the front that Phil knows she’s not faking.

Melinda I-Once-Took-on-a-Class-of-Sixty-Two-in-a-Game-of-Paintball-and-Won May. Melinda May, soon to be specialist, who seemingly afraid of absolutely nothing. She’s scared of rollercoasters.

“Hey.” Phil states softly.

“Took you long enough to realize.” She mutters glaring as the car slides forwards indicating more movement for the two of them. “Now you know my secret.”

“We don’t have to do this.” He whispers into her hair.

“Yes we do.” She tucks her head into the crook of his neck, “the woman in the red blouse with the glasses.”

“Shit.” He pulls away gripping her chin between her fingers. Now he’s able to see the fear written across her face. He’s not sure when she’d moved the sunglasses to the top of her head but nothing hides her eyes from his anymore. The pure vulnerability in them shakes his very being. “There’s no loops, nothing crazy okay? Just a hill. Once we’re over the hill it’s smooth sailing.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“You know I’d never purposely put you in a situation where you’d be hurt. That’s the last thing I want to do Me-Heidi.” His hand moves to cup her cheek, thumb brushing the soft skin beneath his touch. “I won’t force you to do this. We can leave if you want.”

“No.” Melinda shakes her head. “I can do this.”

“That’s my girl.” He smiles pressing a kiss to her forehead. Thank goodness she doesn’t tense because they hadn’t practiced something like that. Sure they’d hugged, kissed on the cheek, and given a few pecks but this was more… intimate.

The gates slide open indicating their turn and he can feel her tense all over again. Yet she continues on. Once they get into their respective places he can see Melinda’s leg begin to bounce out of the corner of his eye. She doesn’t have much of any ticks but when she’s anxious, that’s the worst one. Slowly the car lurches forwards dragging them up the hill. It’s much too late to turn back now. He’s not sure what possesses him but he throws an arm over Melinda protectively.

She’s gone headfirst into missions for him, guns blazing. She’s already saved his ass more times than he can count. Now it was his turn to protect her.

The chains click noisily up the hill. He can feel her quickened breathing beneath his arm. Hers don’t move from the spot where they’re gripping the bar across her lap, white knuckled. Her eyes are screwed shut tightly as they are tugged down the hill.

Melinda doesn’t scream. Of course she doesn’t. He almost laughs at the thought of anyone thinking otherwise. Even when terrified she tries to remain as dignified as possible. He wonders what Tai Chi technique she’s running through her brain in order to ignore the world rushing around her.

As he watches her, however, he can see the visible change. First her hands loosen their deadly grip on the rest. She doesn’t let go, given, but she’s not holding on like she’s about to fall out either. By the third hill, much smaller than the first two, her eyes are open and he swears he sees a smile growing on her lips. Their car spins across a turn taking them into a tunnel and his heart skips a beat when a laugh rips from her throat. By the time they reach the end of the track they’re both laughing with tears threatening to spill from their eyes.

Finally they pull back into the station. Melinda climbs out first to go retrieve their items. He makes his way out the exit knowing she’ll meet him there. A hand catches his elbow right as he’s about to leave though. Melinda steps forwards capturing his lips with hers. He’s caught off guard but reacts nonetheless. His hand snakes into her hair as he kisses her back. They’re both breathless and blushing when they pull apart, foreheads resting together.

“Thank you Phil.”

“You almost sabotaged your exam?” Daisy gasps.

“That’s how I knew it wasn’t a part of cover.” Phil laughs nudging Melinda lightly. She looks at the ground trying to hide the growing smile on her face.

“Wait so did you pass?” She inquires.

“Luckily there was a screaming child at the same time. We ended up passing with flying colors.”

Daisy leans back on the kitchen chair taking in the information she’d just collected. “I can’t believe you’re scared of rollercoasters.”

“She was scared of rollercoasters.” Phil corrects, “Now she’s worse than I am.”

“I like the adrenaline.” May shrugs.

“I’m totally going to have to get us tickets to an amusement park. I have been wanting to see Fitz’s reaction to the rollercoaster in Orlando with the almost 90 degrees drop.” Daisy wonders out loud.

“Well I’m not sure,” Phil mocks. “Director Johnson has been really strict lately.”

“I think we can pull a few strings.” Daisy grins.

“Go call the others to dinner.” He says with the roll of his eyes. “And tell Simmons no experiments this time!” He shouts after the young inhuman.

“Did you ever think we’d end up having this many children?” May asks leaning her head on his shoulder.



Mabel pulled the hem of her sweater down so that the star was shooting straight across her chest instead of off to the side. She straightened her headband and made sure both the band-aids on her knees were stuck down all the way. Then she looked up nervously at the glowing blue spiral in front of her and cleared her throat.

“Can they hear me yet?” she asked.

Grunkle Ford stepped back and lifted up the mask he’d been wearing. There was sweat beading on his forehead and his whole face matched the color of his nose.

“Very nearly!” he said. “Just one more minor calibration!”

Mabel nodded, and Grunkle Ford put the mask back on and went back to tinkering with one of his weird science tools. This one looked kind of like the drills they’d used in wood shop class, except the bit was some sort of green laser and sometimes it went cloudy and would go straight through the thing he was working on.

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“Detectives,” said Rafael as Fin and Rollins walked into his office. “New case?”

“Not exactly,” said Fin. He looked positively gleeful, which was worrying.

“Okay,” said Rafael slowly. “Then I’m not sure what– ”

“Carisi told us something interesting last night,” Fin cut across.

Rollins looked like she was seconds away from laughing, which was what tipped Rafael off.

“Oh, dear God,” he said, slumping back in his chair.

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