we can make up something that he is touching

Things I think get overlooked in fanworks about each character in Team Voltron:

  • Shiro is fairly short-tempered and snaps at people very quickly if he feels like they crossed a line first (See: initial impression of Kolivan). In general, if Shiro doesn’t like you, he doesn’t mince words (early in s2e3, before he realizes Ulaz is helping him, and Shiro’s whole diatribe against Zarkon in s2e7)

  • Pidge overthinks to the point of panicking (see: s1e1 on the Green Lion’s planet) and a lot of her snapping is primarily defensive in nature- a happy and comfortable Pidge can be mischievous but usually with a very different tone. Much of her snide behavior deteriorates as she comes to trust the team more, though it makes a return if she’s upset or frustrated. 

  • Keith responds positively to being hugged, but also awkwardly (Hunk bearhugs him in s1e2 and he freezes up and doesn’t know how to respond, but doesn’t pull away when Lance does. In s2e9, he and Shiro hug each other when parting ways, something we also see between Allura and Coran). It suggests that Keith is to a degree touch-starved and unsure of how to initiate or ask for intimacy. 

  • Coran has a hell of a grudge on Zarkon (s1 finale, remarks that he’s been waiting ten thousand years for a shot at him) and probably has his own turbulent feelings about the fall of Altea that he’s likely downplaying for the benefit of the rest of the team, particularly Allura. In general, though, we have seen Coran get very angry very quickly if he feels like someone is disrespecting or threatening Allura.

  • Hunk is a sweetheart and likes to take care of his friends, but can be very suspicious of strangers- these seem related, as he’s the main one to bring up Lance’s near-death experience after s1e4 and 5 and voice it as a reason not to trust Rolo and Nyma. 

  • Lance seems to deliberately control and to a degree calculate his reactions the most out of the team. Many times, he can be seen actively gauging others’ responses and modifying his behavior- in s1e1 on Earth he specifically brings up the Kerberos mission in private to see how Pidge reacts. That said, for all of his calculation, he actively looks for opportunities to be honest with people. 

  • Allura appears to have difficulty admitting vulnerability to people she is unfamiliar with, and we see her most readily seeking comfort and voicing insecurities to those she is the closest to (Alfor, Coran, the mice) though she has been gradually opening up to the team. Especially if threatened or disquieted by something her response is to present as sterner and less affected than she really feels. 

anonymous asked:

do you have tips on comic compostions and angling/framing of scenes beacuse holy fudge what the actual hell your mob comic is An Expirience

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhOOOOOOOOOOOO BO Y AIGHT

I’m gonna take this ask as a chance to masterpost about this comic.

Since there wasn’t a set time limit for this comic, I went all ham for it, which means there’s a lot of thought about angles/framing n shit in this sumbitch. (keep in mind i’m still learning this craft myself as i go along so FEEL FREE TO IMPROVE WHEREVER)

I’ll go in depth about it but all of my tips can be summed up with : 

go for the emotion of the scene.

Everything I do, I do to try and heighten the feeling in a scene. Everything I’m about to describe were all choices to try and maximize the emotional impressions.


First off, everything in this comic (with the exception of panels 7-9 on page 4) is from Mob’s POV. Everything is built from there. keep in mind goin forward -

We start with Mob terrified of being spotted, of running into anyone. So I strained the perspective to make it feel too close for comfort, despite how far away his other limbs are. I also used the angle to emphasize the “spotlight”, pushing Mob into further discomfort, like he’s being watched anyways.

Mob fears he just murdered someone ? At his lowest moment in this comic? This is where the camera looks down on Mob the most.

Time for shock and awe that the man’s alive ! So Reigen is angled UP, building his Bigness in Mob’s eyes. Most subsequent shots repeat this, keeping us grounded in Mob’s perspective.

Here, Mob is literally on his knees asking for answers. So I pushed for an angle to make him seem really tiny. I wanted him to look as small as he feels.

In the next few pages, the angles basically level out (and I’ll talk more about why in other sections***) until

Mob has just touched back. This was a direct action on his part, so just as I’d built Reigen with that tilt up, it’s Mob’s turn to share that space.

Once Mob fears for the lives of the police, we shift back to high angles. Using a high angle to make a character seem small isn’t groundbreaking but it’s something to chew anyways.

This is less about the angle and more about how cramped everything is. Mob feels backed into a corner unless he can get Reigen to relent. So the tightness and how Reigen looms reflects this.

And here, I mirrored the very first panel. Once again we have a shot of Mob’s back, walking into the light of a streetlamp. But this angle is gentle in comparison, even if slightly off center. We can see where the light comes from so it ceases to feel less like an omnipotent threat and more mundane. Perhaps even hopeful.


I’m sorry to say I feel this is one of my weak points as a creator. I’d like to improve here the most. Most of my panels can be summed up with ‘slant = energized’, ‘straight = stable’. BUT. I did take a few liberties here and it’s good to point them out.

Broken glass to heighten the ouch on Mob’s part.

Salt man don’t give a fuck. he IS the panel. //adds to the energy of this moment

This break from the panels is meant to make Mob hitting Reigen a more immediate threat.

Same with Reigen reaching around it here. He’s still in danger of being shreddy shreddy at this point.

Sometimes a panel will bleed off, to give a more ‘open space’ feel. I like to use it in subtle “oh” moments. That’s the best I could describe it.

annnnnd nothin like a casual reminder on the edges of panels about what would happen should the police show up.

Staging/Body Language

Once Reigen shows up, he dominates the frame, even in shots where mob is closer to the audience. Again, this is all to emphasize how Big Reigen seems to a scared Mobbu.

Mob pushes himself to corners, Reigen’s given the bulk of the space. 

He stands taller than mob and makes the frame uneven.

Even his hand feels huge in comparison.

***That is, until Reigen has a better perception of what’s going on.

Then his actions and staging reflect this.

Reigen kneels down, trying to make himself smaller both to Mob, and in the frame.

The staging reflects Reigen’s attempts to get on even ground, literally and metaphorically.

Mob’s still pushing himself into corners, but now Reigen has actively surrendered some of the space.

Still just, trying to get some of Mob’s perspective.

And from this point onwards, Reigen and Mob share the space/frame more evenly. 

Even in shots where Reigen’s kinda large, he no longer seems so imposing.

Mob still looks up to him but we no longer have such dramatic shots tilting him up and having him hog the focus of the panel.

And we save the closest-closeup, both in staging and in how close our characters physically feel for last. Because bonding and shit.


Decided to make the use of color sort of uncomfortable. Hinted at in edges but not really a presence of their own. Hard to tell what the color of anything is because it’s all nonsense in ur peripherals.

Until we get to humans. But this color seems more invasive, and doesn’t really touch mob in a positive way.

Till we get to these splash of color, messy and kinda unorganized but it’s exactly what Mob needs to bring some order.

From here we get a muted color wash, there but still slightly dulled.

The first hint we get of the saturation to come is centered around the touch.

We slowly fade into full blown saturation once Mob reaches back.

Fanfic bonus

The name meanings of Jun and Tetsuo, since this is the street where they live and why not ahaha.

There’s a lot of bird imagery in ABoT so I

“Kid, it’s like lifting a feather.”

And even tho Reig gets a cool halo from the streetlights n shit

We all know who the real angel is

Other fun shit

Mob’s outfit is based on Sakurai’s outfit when he was orphaned as a child.

I literally put the streetlight directly behind the hand in this shot because I lack subtlety and love it.

There are 2 times where I cut out a bit of (frankly beautiful) wordage in order to show things better visually. Both times happen when Mob’s stopped paying attention.

First with Reigen’s words just becoming a flood of nonsense pretty sounds.

The second when Mob’s thinking about the possibility of his barrier being gone.

also here u guys can have some behind the scenes shenanigans

down to brass tacks

happy valentine’s day, everybody!! <3 canon verse, 3k+


They finally get a lead on Kelly Kline on a Saturday. Spurred on by guilt and probably a bit of cabin fever, Castiel turns right around from the hunt he just returned from with Mary to chase her down.

“Oh,” Castiel says, turning. He sticks a hand into his coat pocket. “I almost forgot.”

It isn’t like him to forget things, so the move has to be calculated. Then again, he loses his phone all over the place. Maybe he really did just forget whatever it is. Dean’s startled out of his musing by a shiny projectile hurtling towards his face, which he catches gracelessly in one hand. The metal, whatever it is, feels cool in his palm. He blinks up at Castiel.

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Filthy Cute

Prompts: dan being fucked from behind please?/// I literally just need the kinkiest shit you can write, anything you want. Maybe bondage, and Neko!dan would be nice. Just a suggestion, you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to ;) -thanks, a friendly anon /// Can you do one where neko!Dan wants to try being Dom! and Phil lets him thenm ends up being Dom! because Dan can’t bring himself to boss Phil around or something along those likes? 

Author’s Note: its been like 1,000 years since I posted something sorry bout that anyways ilu guys i hope u like it <3 (1.7k words) 

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anonymous asked:

“you’re really invested in your tv show/book/etc and i don’t think you understand how much your absentminded petting is getting to me but like hell am i gonna ask you to stop“ !!

Poe has a thing about his hair. Touch it and he purrs. Pet it, he melts. Pull it… well. Yeah. That’s… yeah. His hypersensitivity has never been an issue before. People who get close enough to get their hands all up in his curls are generally doing so with pretty specific intentions, and even if they’re not, they learn fast how the tide’s rolling. 

But then people aren’t Finn.

Finn who learns scary fast, but is still playing catch up when it comes to a lot of social cues, particularly those centred around touch. Poe has a feeling Finn might have been a tactile person anyway—takes one to know one—but growing up in an insulated body glove obviously hasn’t done him any favours. 

These days Finn touches everything - fingers tracing the gouges in the mess hall tables as he eats, palms pressing against the bark of the megaflora that surrounds the new base like he can feel the sap pumping if he concentrates hard enough. Poe finds it both endearing as hell and teeth-grittingly motivating during those missions he gets the First Order square in his crosshairs.

Finn’s not as physical with people yet — or at least not ones he doesn’t know well. Poe’s obviously not in that category though, which brings him back to his current predicament. 

Finn’s leaning back against the head of the bunk, a data pad propped on his knees as he reads something distracting enough that he hasn’t noticed what’s going on with Poe yet. Poe’s not really sure if that’s a blessing or a curse, to be honest. Because on the one hand, Poe probably looks a special kind of stupid right now, processor parts forgotten on the floor in front of him as he all but drools into his own lap. On the other, if Finn keeps this up too much longer, Poe’s libido is going to start knocking insistently on the situation and that’s… not ideal.

Because Finn’s his friend. Finn’s his friend who’s still learning what it means to have friends and Poe doesn’t want to fuck that up for him. Which means Finn’s deft fingers twisting through his hair and scratching lightly against his scalp is fast becoming A Problem.

Finn hums lightly behind him—a noise Poe’s come to associate with him reading something particularly interesting—and Poe has to bite his lip against humming for his own more inappropriate reasons as Finn’s fingers card through the closer cropped curls at the nape of his neck.

Poe clears his throat. Then has to try again when he almost whimpers instead. “Ah, buddy?”


Finn’s petting doesn’t even pause. Poe’s done nothing to deserve this sort of temptation.

“I’m ah… getting a little distracted down here.”


Finn’s touch halts but he doesn’t pull his hand back and Poe finds himself swallowing hard against the instinct to push back into Finn’s palm.

Finally Finn says, “In a good way or a bad way?”

And that’s… huh. Poe cranes his neck back to look up at Finn’s face and finds a soft smile waiting for him, Finn’s eyes amused and… knowing.

“Fuck,” Poe says. “Who told?”

Finn huffs a laugh, thumbing lightly behind Poe’s ear. “Jess.”

Of course it was Pava. Poe would be annoyed but the way Finn’s looking at him as he smooths his fingers back through his hair, he has a feeling he’s gonna end up buying her a cake.

Poe lets his eyes flutter shut as he feels Finn’s movements turn deliberate, fisting a grip at the back of his head and… yeah. Shit. Poe’s breath catches which is probably the only thing that saves him from flat out moaning.

“You should come up here,” Finn says, voice drawn tight and Poe would be relieved he’s not the only one affected here but he’s too busy giving himself over to Finn’s very nice, very competent hands.

“I should definitely come up there,” Poe says. He’s about to get right on that when Finn’s grip shifts and twists and Poe’s hips go rogue, bucking instinctively up and fuck, he’s hard, when did he get hard?

“Oh wow,” Finn says. “Jess wasn’t kidding.”

“I’m gonna kill her,” Poe says, strangled.

Finn laughs like he’s just so delighted and Poe would bask in the warmth of it but Finn’s also taken it upon himself to manhandle Poe up onto the standard-issue mattress, a move that makes an entirely different sort of heat suffuse Poe’s limbs.

Force, did Pava just write out an itemised list or something?

Poe finds himself flat on his back, Finn braced over him, grinning like Poe’s a new dessert he has yet to try. It puts Finn’s very nice shoulders in optimal clutching range and Poe isn’t going to shirk that opportunity, no sir.

“Hi,” Finn says softly and Poe realises he’s grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. Fuck he hasn’t felt this stupid for someone since…ever.

“Hi back.”

Finn dips down, mouth dizzyingly close and Poe very nearly whimpers when he stops just short of his lips, because fuck.

“I ah… you should probably know I have no idea what I’m doing,” Finn says, and ah, that answers that question then.

Poe slides his hands up to scritch through the hair where it’s growing out at the nape of Finn’s neck, easing the nervous tension the best way he knows how.

“Well,” Poe says, struggling to gather his thoughts in the face of Finn humming into his touch like a spoiled loth-cat, shit. “We can slow our roll a bit. Pull back and talk a few things through…”

“Or?” Finn says, dipping toward Poe’s mouth again like a faulty grav drive. The move brushes their noses together, something that probably shouldn’t make Poe’s toes curl but here they are.

“Or,” Poe swallows harshly against the instinct to just tip his chin up, turn things wet and hot and fast, but no - this is Finn’s show. This needs to be Finn’s show. “We can wing it. Do what feels right, speak up when something doesn’t…” 

Finn’s eyes snap back up to his at that and Poe very nearly chokes on the want behind the look. “You’ll show me how?”

Fuck. “Yeah,” Poe says, and he’s gonna need some sort of award for how steady his voice is here because seriously. “Yeah, I’ll show you how.”

The smile that slips across Finn’s features is like a sunrise, slow and syrup sharp. Poe wants to taste it. “We’re gonna do this.”

It’s not a question, but Poe answers it by meeting Finn’s mouth on a groan anyhow.

Don’t make me jealous

Remus Lupin x Reader

Request: Hey I really love your Lupin one shot (take me) & I wanted to request lupin x reader smut where lupin gets jealous of Sirius purposefully flirting with reader just to wind lupin up (established relationship & can it feature spanking & praise kink please?) (and the reader accidentally calls lupin, daddy by accident if you don’t feel uncomfortable writing that part ofc) thank you xxx

Originally posted by nellaey

Remus was sitting on a couch, reading a book when you arrived back to the common room with Sirius. You had a not so nice conversation with your potions professor, since you both were in a funny mood and laughed through the whole class. You sat down next to your boyfriend kissing, him on the cheek before you took off your cloak.

“That’s an unusually short skirt you wear today. Any special occasion?” Sirius asked, glancing down on your legs. 

“No, I just felt myself good enough for it today.” You shrugged. 

“With those legs you should feel yourself good enough for it every day.” 

You giggled at his comment before Remus spoke up. “Will you stop flirting with my girlfriend, Sirius? Thanks.” It was never easily to upset him, but he had some weakness - like you. He already looked annoyed.

“I just gave her a compliment, Moony. Is that a sin to compliment nice girls?”

Remus sighed and shook his head, looking away from him. You exchanged a quick look with Sirius, trying to suppress a laugh.

You continued your conversation with him as Remus was reading his book, but you knew he hear every word you say. You just talked about his upcoming detention with Slughorn. 

“Of course you got away from it. I bet you looked at him with that pretty face of yours and he’s already forgot his own name.” You giggled again, whilst Remus didn’t look up his book, but placed his hand on your thigh. You could tell he is really close to lose his composure. And Sirius knew that too.

“So tell me, Y/N.” - he started, jumping up and sitting down next to you, running fingers through your hair. “What are you using to keep your hair so shiny? Mine is quiet sallow now in winter.”

You reached out your hand to stroke his hair. “But yours is so soft! I..”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as Remus grabbed your arm, pulling you up from the couch. “Come.” - he managed to say before started to dragging you up to his dorm. 

“Have fun!” - you heard as Sirius yelled after you. 

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” - he asked after he closed the door. 

With crossed arms, you laughed. “Oh, come on Rem. He was just messing with you, he didn’t mean it.”

”Yeah? It looked like you didn’t really mind it.” 

You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to answer, but he grabbed your arm again, pulling closer to himself and kissing your lips with so much lust, passion and anger. You kissed him back in no time, tugging his hair on the back of his head. He sucked on your neck while he was panting hard, touching every part of your body that he could reach. He slipped his hand up on your thigh, rubbing your core through the light fabric of your knickers. As you let out a whimper, he pressed his face against yours, whispering in your ear as he was still moving his fingers. “I’ll show you who do you belong to.”

He sat down on the bed, patting his leg. “Across my lap. Come.”

You obeyed, and he rolled up your skirt and drew off your panties. He carefully stroked your butt before he gave it a smack. A loud whimper left your mouth before he did it again.

“You think you can going around there, flirting with other men and let them touch you?” He slapped again. “I think I really should teach you a lesson.” He continued spanking you, making you hurt but wet. Your butt burned as he grasping it, right before he smacked again. Loud moans escaped your mouth with every hit, and you felt as he getting harder beneath you. 

He showed a finger inside you as he smacked again. “Getting wet, are we? You want something?”

“Yes. I want you.” - you said and he smacked again before lifted you up from his lap.

“Strip.” You didn’t even think about saying no. His angry, lust filled eyes and the fact he’s being bossy made your legs shaking with anticipation. 

When all of your clothes were on the ground, he pushed you to the wall while pinned your hands up above your head, his other hand slowly sliding down on your side, slipping his fingers between your wet folds. Your breaths became shaky from his touch and from his hot breath tickling on your neck. 

He moved his fingers up and down in a slow place, making feel like your whole body was on fire. 

“Who made you this wet, darling?” He asked, but you only managed to let out a light moan. 

“I asked you a question.”

“Y-you.” - you breathed out, but his movements were still slow. 

“Are you sure? Wasn’t it Sirius? Or somebody else?”

“No, it was you, Remus.” - you said with an almost desperate tone, wanting him to touch you properly. 

“Of course I was.” He shoved his fingers inside you, pumping in and out with a steady pace while his thumb rubbing soft circles around your clit. You moaned lightly, trying to free your hands from his grip so you could tugging his hair, but he held it too strong. He was still sucking bruises on your neck; making sure everybody will see clearly enough tomorrow that you’re his. Your legs started to shake as he fastened his pace. “Rem, I’m close.” -  but in a moment you said that, he pulled out his fingers. You whimpered, looking at him desperately.

“I don’t think you deserve it yet.” - he said, releasing your wrists. “Get on your knees for me.” You obeyed, waiting for him while he took off his clothes. He grasped his hard member, causing you to lick your lips.

“You want it, don’t you? Tell me.”

“Yes.” You already leaned closer, but he took a step back. 

“Ask nicely, then.” He didn’t want just show you belong to him, he want you to beg for him. The thought and his words sent hot waves through you, making you almost dizzy. 

“Please daddy, please. I want to taste you.” - you pleaded, not even realizing what you said.

“What did you just call me?” He asked in amusement, but you just bit your lip, blushing lightly. He smiled, stepped closer to you to shoving his cock in your mouth that you took, as deep as you could. You stroked with your hand that you couldn’t take, making him groaning. 

“You doin’ it so good. Such a good girl, sucking me so well.” - he praised, running his fingers through your hair with strong grips, carefully rocking his hips. “My good girl, am I right? You’re mine. Say it.”

You pulled back, looking up into his eyes. “I’m yours.”

He released your hair, reaching out his hand so you could take it and stood up. “You behaved so well. Do you think you deserve something now?”

“Yes.” - you whimpered, the burning sensations washed over your body. “Please.”

“Lie down.” 

So you did, and he followed, kissing you as he was on top of you. 

“You can call me daddy if you’d like.” He whispered in your ear before he went down on you, kissing your inner thighs gently. Your legs twiched; you wanted more. 

“So frustrated, aren’t you? Want me to take care of you?”

“Yes. Please.” 

“Please who?” - he mumbled against your skin.

“Daddy, please.” Your raspy voice almost turned into crying from so much tension, but in the next moment he licked into you hungrily, with all of his mouth working on you whilst held your hips steady. You were tugging his locks, making him groaning into you; the vibration sent hot waves through you, making you moaning louder.

“My girl is so delicious. Taste so good.” He was rubbing circles on your clit before shoving a finger into you, adding an another a few moments later. You knew you won’t last long after his previous actions, but when he sensed how close so are, he pulled away again, crawling on top of you. 

He kissed you tenderly but still with so much passion before he stopped, looking into your eyes, lips still touched. “See how good you taste? You’re so good.” He was kissing your neck and you felt like if he won’t do something soon, your body will explode; the knot in your stomach growing for so long it physically hurt.

“Remus, please.” - you whined. 

“What do you need, my love?” - he asked, his tip teasing your entrance.

“Anything, I’m all yours, just stop teasing me, please.”

He smiled victoriously before he pushed himself inside of you all the way with one thrust, making you screaming.

“That’s right.” - he grumbled into your ear, while he found a slow, steady pace. “You’re all mine.” You wrapped your legs around him, trying to pushing him deeper and deeper whilst you tugging his hair, scratching his neck and his back with your nails, unable to control your movements anymore. “Feels good, huh?”

“Yes, you feel so good inside me.” You said under your breath, causing him to let out a loud moan. 

“Good girl.” He fastened his pace, growling and cursing in your ear whilst you almost screamed. Tears rolled down on your cheek as he pounded into you so hard, making you feel like you’ll forgot your own name and you’ll only remember his.

You chanted his name into his ears, making him growling louder and louder until you were sure he’s close too. “Cum for me, love. I want to feel it. C’mon, do it for me.” You felt as your walls tightened around him, pulsating along with your whole body as you reached your orgasm, unable to scream or moan anymore as your breath stucked in your throat. He went on even faster for a few seconds longer before you felt as he filled you with his hot cum, loud growls escaping his mouth as he collapsed on top of you.

It took him a long minute before he was able to climb down from you, cupping your cheek.

“Are you alright?” - he asked as your eyes were still closed.

“Mm.. y-yes.” Your voice was a hoarse whisper. 

He whiped your wet cheeks. “Sure? You cried. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No,” - you said, now with opened eyes. “I just felt so damn good.” 

He smiled before pulled you closer against his chest, arms wrapped around you as he kissed your forehead.

“You shouldn’t make me jealous again.”

“I won’t.” You said, but suppressed a smirk. Oh, you definitely will.


ice cream au part five

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Andrew’s lips are cold, Neil thinks. They’re also sweet and a little sticky and taste vaguely like the chocolate-strawberry swirl ice cream they had been sharing, which should be gross but for some reason is negligible when Andrew’s fingers are tangled in Neil’s hair and their mouths are pressed together.

He pulls away first, because he’s feeling a little dizzy. Somehow, between Andrew’s freezing hands on his face and the intensity of his stare, the world steadies. Neil leans in to place a soft kiss right along his jaw.

“You like me.”

The fingers in Neil’s hair tighten for a moment before loosening.

“You’re an idiot,” Andrew tells him.

“But you like me. You want to kiss me.” A bubble of delight floats in Neil’s chest. He’s pretty sure he’s smiling, and becomes completely certain when Andrew’s hand comes up to cover his mouth.

Andrew’s ears are red, colour splatters across his nose and cheeks. “Shut up.”

Tugging away Andrew’s hand, Neil leans in and says, “Make me.”

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Owned - End

Originally posted by hopeatuuli

Now it was surreal. This was to be your child’s room. A child. His child.

You saw it in his eyes, how much he loved this baby already. The excitement in your heart seemed to explode every moment you met his eyes.

“I can’t.” You but your lips nervously, hand shaking and looking at him for help.

He smiled and it was perfect, that moment. He put his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it, pushing the door open and watching for your reaction.

You gasped and felt speechless.

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MA / 5939 words

A series of one-shots / One / Two

Childhood friends - January 2017

Part One

Little Lulu Lamb, are you making brews?

With dead eyes, I scowled silently down to the opposite side of the sofa, seeing Harry with his phone still in his hand, and his dimple there even though he was straining his smile. You could always tell when Harry was trying to hide his laughter, because his dimple would appear as proof, no matter how much he tried to conceal it.
But I played along, not saying a word as I text him back.

You make brews! It
’s your house, I’m the guest here.

’ve been here for almost a week now. You’re no longer a guest, you practically live here. Now get off your arse and make me a brew.

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Misha on meeting crisis hotline volunteers at JIBCon 2017

Typically, behind the scenes in the lunch room, we are all collectively, as a group, a bunch of assholes. 

But Jensen came in, and his eyes were kinda red, and I gave him a hug, and he said—and I’m quoting here—“Don’t do that.” 


There are these little moments when we are deeply touched by you guys, and by the fact that we’re all affecting one another in a meaningful way, and by the fact that something that we helped set up might’ve saved a life, or made a day a lot better. And that was a really lovely moment. And we have these little lovely moments from time to time that are kind of more powerful than you can put words to. And it feels like, ”Ah, this makes being away from our families, and all the time we spend on this, well worth it.”

—Misha Collins, Jus In Bello 8 (May 21, 2017)
about meeting fans who have become crisis hotline volunteers through the You Are Not Alone campaign he and Jensen helped set up

I Can’t

Final Part of Promises -  Promesas Español Masterlist

Word Count: 601

Warnings: Depressed!reader, mentions of past abuse, angst

I RememberI Broke

“Hey, we missed you last weekend.”

I can do this. I can pretend. “Yeah, sorry about that. I had this business trip that I couldn’t get out of.”

The last time I heard Jared’s voice was nearly four weeks ago, which was two weeks before I made my decision. As far as he knows, I haven’t had an anxiety attack or depressive episode in nearly a month.

He doesn’t need to know that they’re happening every other day now.

“You’ll have to make it up to me next time I’m in town.” My best friend’s voice is nearly sending me into another tailspin. No. He isn’t my best friend. Jensen is his best friend. Gen is his best friend. I’m his friend from high school. “Maybe we can go bowling with the boys or something.”

The boys. Tom and Shep. The boys who call me their aunt. The boys I used to think of as my nephews. But that has to stop because my family is toxic. My blood stains everything it touches. I’ll ruin their lives if they keep considering me their family. We Y/L/Ns are destructive. Some of us leave physical marks, and some of us cause emotional scars.

I have both as a testament.

“Yeah,” I lie, managing to keep my voice steady. “Maybe you’ll actually beat me this time.”

“No one can beat you, Y/N. You’re the bowling queen.”

“Jensen came close last time.” The memory of that night four months ago grabs my heart and squeezes until my entire body aches. It was easier to get caught up in the moment and believe that I was happy. I used to be able to convince myself that I was okay for a few hours.

But not anymore. I’m done lying to myself.

And lying to Jared hurts even more.

“Hey, I gotta go. Big day tomorrow.”

“Oh yeah? What’s going on?”

And of course he genuinely cares. He really wants to know. Because that’s what good friends do. They want to know what’s going on in your life. They’re happy when you’re happy. They don’t feel nauseous every time they see the picture perfect life you have just because they know they won’t ever have that.

I’m not a good friend. I’m too jealous that he has everything I want.

“Just a work thing. A meeting with a bunch of people.”

The silence on the other end doesn’t bode well. It’s the silence that means he’s about to ask how I’m doing. How I’m really doing.

“It’s been a while since we’ve talked. You haven’t called in a month. You doing okay?”

“Yeah.” Another lie and another rope being knotted around my lungs, squeezing the air from my body until my vision starts caving in. “I’ve been busy. Too busy to wallow, I guess.”

“Good, that’s good. You’ll let me know if you need me to fly down and give you a hug or something, right? Gen’s just twenty minutes away too.”

She’s a little further than twenty minutes, I think, but don’t say. Boxes of unpacked belongings litter my new apartment. In my new state. Closer to my new job. Seven states away from Texas.

“Yeah, I know. But I really gotta go get my beauty sleep. Talk to you later.”

“Sleep well. Love you!”

I can’t do it. I can’t say it back to him. So I just hang up. Hang up and turn my phone off. I’ll get a new one tomorrow. New phone, new number, new apartment, new state, new job.

No one to save me from myself.

It’s for the best.

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What Happens Now Part 7

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy, morning sickness 

Word Count: 700 (I’m not doing this on purpose I swear haha)

Summary: It was just one night, something that happened in the midst of too much alcohol. But what happens now?


I rubbed one of my hands over my stomach as I walked through into Sebastian’s kitchen, feeling the soft swell under my fingertips. I’d only noticed the barely there bump yesterday and ever since I haven’t been able to refrain from keeping my hand there, tracing circles over my skin. It was a new feeling, the warmth I felt from being able to feel where my baby was and it was one I hadn’t thought I’d feel for a long time, if at all. I hadn’t been able to see myself having children, I’d never imagined it or wondered what it might be like; but the further I got into my pregnancy the more comfortable I felt in the roll.

I’d just hit fifteen weeks, time seemingly flying by. Filming had wrapped up for now and instead of heading straight back to LA I agreed on trial running New York with Sebastian, seeing how we went living together. We’d always gotten along and we’d made fast friends on the set of Civil War but this was a whole different territory for the both of us. We were both learning to navigate around each other while also learning how to be parents and it was tough. On top of all that though I was homesick; I missed both my friends and my family and not being able to just see them whenever I liked was tough.

Sebastian smiled as I stepped into the room, turning away from the stove where he was cooking.
“Sleep well?” He asked, voice still foggy and laced with sleep.
I shrugged, taking a seat at the counter. “I guess so, it’s still just different.”
“You’ve only been here a few weeks y/n/n,” Sebastian chuckled. “Give it a little longer to get used to it and if you still don’t like it then we can trial LA alright?”
“Yeah,” I agreed, giving him a soft smile. “I mean I guess this place isn’t so bad.”
“Exactly, it just has to grow on you, that’s all.”

Sebastian turned back to the stove, flipping whatever he was cooking in the pan. I was about to make some joke about the New York charm not being the only thing possible to grow on you around here when the smell hit me, my stomach flipping. I covered my mouth with my hand, taking a deep breath while silently praying that my stomach was going to calm itself back down without having to bring up last night’s dinner; however as it rolled again I knew that wasn’t the case.

I was up and out of my chair within seconds, moving as fast as I could down the hall towards the bathroom, only just making it as I heaved. I crouched in front of the toilet, gripping the edges of the bowl as my throat burned. I felt tears prick at the corner of my eyes in embarrassment as I saw Sebastian in the corner of my eye kneeling behind me, one of his hands pulling my hair back while the other rubbed up and down the length of my spine.

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hey so i wasn’t going to post this cause i honestly think it’s shit and i’m really tired from travel and it’s way too angsty but here you go my dudes and dONT BE TOO HARSH IM ONLY SMOL

(i wanted to combine these two prompts but i might re do one or the other cause ye)


Dan jumped when he closed his locker; Phil was standing right behind it, leaning against the wall. Damn it. Dan could already feel a blush coming on.

“Hey princess,” he said, grinning cockily.

Dan flashed him a nervous grin, straightening his purple flower crown and turning on his heel.

This had been going on for months now, ever since Dan moved here. Phil seemed persistent on winning him over, for whatever reason. Dan didn’t get it. What had he done to make the scariest boy in school like him?

“Aw, c'mon Dan, don’t be like that,” Phil whined, chasing after him.

Dan couldn’t help but giggle, holding his sleeve to his mouth and walking quicker.

“Why do you never talk to me?” Phil asked, catching up to him and grabbing his shoulder gently. Dan’s breath caught in his throat when Phil tugged him around to face him.

“B-Because you’re s-scary,” Dan admitted, and Phil chuckled.

“I’m scary, am I?” He asked, stepping forward and backing Dan into the lockers.

Dan nodded, eyes wide.

“Well, would you give me a chance to fix it?” He asked softly, brushing a strand of hair out of Dan’s eyes.

Dan shrugged nervously, not sure what else to do. To be honest, Phil was hot, in a strange, dangerous way. Dan wouldn’t mind getting to know him better, as long as he didn’t get stabbed.

“C'mon baby boy,” he muttered, smirking and leaning so close that Dan could feel his breath against his neck. He shivered. “I promise I’ll be nice. Just one date.”

“I n-need to study…” Dan stuttered, finding it hard to speak with Phil practically pinning him against the lockers.

Phil chuckled. “Fine. It’ll be a study date.” Phil pulled back slightly to look at him, raising his eyebrows, his eyebrow bar raised with it. “Please? Just gimme a chance.”

Dan hesitated, his eyes studying Phil’s face. He looked sincere.

Honestly, he wanted to say yes. God, he would be a fool to not say yes. But he was scared. What if they started making out, and it led to… other things..? And then Phil would find out and surely he wouldn’t like him anymore, and Dan wasn’t quite ready to give that up.

“Fine,” he practically whispered, looking away.

“Really?” Phil asked eagerly, and then cleared his throat. “Sorry,” he said in a lower voice, and Dan giggled. That was pretty cute.

“Yeah,” Dan said, looking up and flashing Phil a smile before looking down again.

“Great.” Phil grinned. “My house, tomorrow afternoon..?”


“Cool.” Phil leaned forward, kissing Dan on the cheek quickly before he could react. “See you then, angel.”

Phil practically skipped off, the chains on his boots jingling and Dan giggled, holding his hand to his hot face where Phil had kissed him.

It was gonna be a long day.


“You look really cute,” Phil said for the thousandth time, tossing a stuffed bear in the air and catching it. “Have I said that?”

“Yeah, I think you have,” Dan answered, rolling his eyes and flipping through his text book. He felt more comfortable with him now after a while, less shy around him.

“Y'know when I offered a study date I didn’t think we’d actually be studying,” Phil grumbled, tossing the bear again. Dan snatched it out of his hands, placing it gently back between his pillows where it belonged.

“Yeah well, I really need to study. And quit assaulting my stuffies.”

Phil snorted, rolling on him stomach to look at Dan and raise his eyebrows.

“You call them stuffies?”

“Yeah!” Dan said, pouting defensively. “You don’t?”

Phil shook his head, his grin getting larger.

“That’s fucking adorable.”

Dan blushed, pulling a pillow over his face to hide it.

“No you,” Dan mumbled.

“Good comeback.”

“Thanks, I’ve been practicing it all day.”

Phil laughed, grabbing a throw pillow and tossing it at him.

“Y'know, when you’re loosened up, you’re actually pretty chill.”

“Thanks for the complement.”

“You know I’m gonna fuck you, right?”

Dan froze, his eyes widening and he slowly peeked over the pillow. Phil was checking his phone, and he shut it off with a click, glancing up nonchalantly.

“W-Why do you say that?”

“Because it’s true.” Phil shrugged. “You’re going to be mine, we both know it.”

Dan didn’t answer, too shocked to think of words, heat coursing through his whole body.

Phil shifted, sitting up and moving closer to him.

“Something wrong?” He asked innocently, but Dan could see the smirk in the corner of his mouth.

“No,” Dan said quietly, chewing on his cheek. “M fine.”

“Hmm, I think you’re lying,” Phil muttered, leaning closer and placing a hand on Dan’s knee. “What’s wrong, babe,” he breathed, making sure Dan could feel it, making shivers run down his spine. “You seem a bit flustered. Maybe I can make it better..?”

“P-Phil…” Dan stuttered, eyes widening when Phil touched his face and made him look at him. Phil’s eyes flickered to his lips. Dan instinctively bit down on his bottom lip, letting Phil lean closer, lowering him back on the bed.

“Yes..?” He breathed.

“I…” Dan trailed off, because Phil was climbing on top of him, hands on either side of Dan’s head.

Their noses brushed, and Phil smiled, which lightened the mood and Dan could feel himself relaxing a bit. He gripped Phil’s shoulders, running his fingers down his arms and over his biceps.

“Jesus, Dan,” Phil muttered breathlessly. “Can I kiss you..?”

Dan didn’t answer, just slid his arms around Phil’s neck and and pulling him down until their lips were touching, and he was kissing him open mouthed.

It was soft at first, Phil was a lot gentler than he had expected, kissing him softly and cautiously, in case Dan was uncomfortable. His tongue explored Dan’s mouth, and Dan tangled his fingers in Phil’s hair, pulling his closer.

Phil brushed his fingertips over Dan’s sides and over his hip, touching him gently and carefully like he was breakable. It was when he tugged gently at Dan’s pink jumper when Dan fully realized what was happening.

He pulled back, gasping for breath and pushing Phil away gently.

“What? What’s wrong?” Phil’s eyes widened in surprise and worry. “Shit, did I hurt you?”

“No, no, I just…” Dan ran his fingers through his hair. “You can’t… I can’t…” Dan pressed his fingers to his temple.

“Hey,” Phil said gently, touching his shoulder. “We don’t have to do anything if it makes you uncomfortable. We’ll just… study. Or watch a movie or something. It’s fine, love.”

Dan looked up, meeting his eyes and biting his swollen lip nervously.

“Promise you won’t leave,” Dan muttered before he could stop himself. He flinched.

“Of course,” Phil answered, frowning.

At that Dan grabbed his hand, pulling him forward again and kissing him deeply. If he was gonna run away, he wanted to get the most out of it while he could.

Dan guided Phil’s hand under his shirt slowly, letting it brush his skin while he kissed him. When it got to his chest, he stopped.

Phil froze, pulling back just slightly to frown, running his fingers over the fabric. Dan watched through worried eyes as Phil gently touched his chest.

“Dan..?” Phil mumbled questioningly, pushing his jumper up his stomach.

Dan didn’t speak as Phil tugged at the fabric, pulling it over his head. He pushed himself up on the bed, looking down at him.

“M sorry,” Dan mumbled, covering his face with his hands. “Shit, I’m sorry, I-”


Dan quieted as Phil leaned down, kissing the dip in his throat, right above the top of his binder.


Phil moved up to Dan’s neck, sucking right under Dan’s ear and making him whimper.

“This changes literally nothing,” Phil said finally, and Dan let out a breath of relief.

“Oh thank god, I-”

“Can I… take this… off..?” He asked, running his fingertips over the hem of the binder.

Dan hesitated, biting his lip.

“Y-Yeah, alright,” he said finally, sitting up and helping Phil get it off.

He lay back down when it was off, now completely topless, his skin burning where he could feel Phil looking. Which was everywhere.

Phil smiled, biting his collarbone gently and moving down his chest, between his breasts.

“Hey,” he breathed. “Just a fun fact; I’m very gay.”

Dan laughed, running his fingers through Phil’s hair.

“Thanks. I’m glad you’re comfortable enough to tell me that.”

Phil rolled his eyes, taking one of Dan’s nipples into his mouth and sucking, making Dan gasp and tug on his hair slightly.

“Phil…” he moaned, tugging at the bottom of Phil’s black t-shirt. Phil sat up, tugging it over his head and tossing it away. Dan ran his fingertips over Phil’s muscles for a moment, before pulling him back on top of him so their skin was touching.

Phil went back to working on his neck, rougher now, leaving hickeys and bite marks all along his collar. Dan moaned loudly, moving his head to give Phil more access.

“Jesus, Phil, just fuck me already,” Dan gasped, gripping his shoulders.

“Yeah?” Phil asked, pulling back slightly and letting their lips brush. “You sure you’re-”

“Yes, yeah, I’m comfortable with it, please.”

Phil nodded, getting up and digging through the pockets of his jeans, pulling out a condom and lube. Dan raised his eyebrows, grinning.

“Came prepared,” he chuckled, grinning with half of his mouth.

He quickly discarded his jeans, tugging at Dan’s.

“Can I..?”

“Yes, please Phil.”

Soon they were off, and Phil got rid of his own boxers as well. Dan quickly wrapped his hand around his shaft, licking a long strip up the side, making Phil moan and grip his hair.

“Are you sure you’re ..?”

“Yes, I’m… I’m okay. You can… take them off.”

With that confirmation Dan’s boxers were also removed, and tossed away. Phil gently spread his legs, kissing slowly up his inner thigh.

After a few minutes of prep, Dan was ready and frankly couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled Phil between his legs, wrapping them around his waist and edging him into Dan’s tight heat.

Phil groaned, pushing in slowly and kissing down Dans throat to distract him.

“Ph-Phil…” Dan moaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck…” he whimpered, burying his face in Phil’s shoulder.

Slowly, Phil started to thrust, rolling his hips expertly and making Dan whine and claw at his back.

“Fuck-! Please, harder, fuck Phil.”

Phil let out a breathy laugh, speeding up his pace and snapping his hips harder into Dan. Dan let the most angelic noise Phil had ever heard rip from his throat, gripping Phil’s shoulders and pushing himself back on Phil’s cock.

Phil bit down on his earlobe, tugging gently while he fucked into him at a quick pace. Dan cried out.

“Phil, fuck, i’m gonna cum if you keep… doing that…”

Phil grinned, kissing his neck and rolling his hips to get as deep as possible.


Dan buried his face in Phil’s shoulder, moaning loudly and grinding back on him, coming and gripping him tightly. In a few more thrusts Phil finished too, moaning Dan’s name and biting down on his throat.

Phil pulled out, rolling off of him and intertwining their fingers. Dan grinned.

“That was a fun study date,” he muttered. Phil nodded.

“We should do it again sometime.”


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yO ask meme r76 "when was the last time you slept" (my brain is saying pre fallout but you do you) and if you're so inclined “Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?” mchanzo?

It’s probably around three in the morning when Gabriel stumbles inside, exhausted after a difficult Blackwatch mission. It’s dark inside, so he stays quiet, but he smiles as he locks the door. He’s been gone too long. It smells like he remembers it, and it softens something in his chest. 

“Okay, Jesse, go on to bed,” he murmurs to his protege, who looks dead on his feet. “You got tomorrow off to do whatever you want, so get the fuck outta the house before noon.”

“Yes, sir.” Jesse manages a half-hearted salute. There’s a glaze in his eyes that goes beyond the exhaustion. It wasn’t an easy mission. The young gunslinger’s boots jingle gently with every step upstairs to what had been the quest room, converted into his own room when Gabriel insisted he move in with him and Jack so he wouldn’t have to live on the military base and deal with all the protocols all the time. 

Gabriel makes his rounds, checking every window (he knows Jack locked them all, but he has to make sure) and the alarm system (already active) before he follows Jesse upstairs. He takes a moment to check on him, and he rolls his eye at the sight of him already passed out cold on his bed. He’d barely taken the time to shuck his shoes and hat and armor. That was fine; the poor kid needed his rest.

When he heads for the master bedroom, he frowns. It’s not brightly lit, but there’s definitely a light on. He sets a hand on his gun as he approaches.

The door barely creaks when he pushes it open. Illuminated by the lamp, Jack sits at the desk typing away. He doesn’t even turn at the sound of Gabriel entering the room.

Gabriel frowns and crosses the room. He hesitantly reaches out and touches Jack on the shoulder.

Jack gasps and whirls, hands scrambling for his weapon, blue eyes wide. 

“Whoa, whoa, Jackie, it’s okay!” Gabriel exclaims, holding out both hands. 

Jack breathes a loud sigh of relief. “Oh my God, Gabe, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry.” Gabriel catches Jack’s hand and brings it to his face to brush his lips across his knuckles, especially the thick silver band on his finger that matches the one Gabriel has on his own left hand. “What’re you doing up?”

“Waiting for you?”

“Bull. You had no idea when we were gonna get done.” Gabriel takes in the sight of his husband. He’s still dressed, though not in uniform, at least. “You’re working.”

Jack nods. “You know me too well.”

“It’s three in the morning, hon, c’mon. You look tired.” There are dark circles under Jack’s eyes and the lines on his face have deepened from concentration.

“I’m fine,” Jack insists. 

“You’re not.” Gabriel frowns. He can see the discarded cups of coffee and cans of energy drinks. “When was the last time you slept?”

“Uh… how long have you been gone?”

Gabriel straightens his shoulders with a deep breath.

“Kidding, I’m kidding. Um. I stayed up last night. But the night before that I got four hours.” Jack at least has the decency to look sheepish.

“Dammit, Jackie.” Gabriel sighs. “You’re a mess.”

“Yeah. Someone’s gotta do this, though. It’s always so busy during the day.”

“We have a million secretaries. I’m sure they can do some of it. Come on, save it so we can go to bed.”

“But you just got back.”

“Yeah, and I’m two seconds from passing out on the floor. You’re lucky I’m awake enough for a coherent conversation.” Gabriel shakes his head and lets go of his hand. “Get your ass in something more comfortable so we can sleep for a while.”

“Okay, fine.” Jack taps at the keyboard a few times before the screen goes dark. 

As they dress, Jack looks over and his brow knits. “It… was bad, wasn’t it?”

Gabriel touches the half-healed stitches on his side. “Yeah. Not as bad as other missions, but… it was messy. Jesse’s clothes are probably trash, when he gets up.”

He suspects Jack might’ve considered making a joke about that one, but Gabriel’s tone stops it. “Is he okay?”

“Uninjured, for once, thank God. But he was… still pretty close to much of the action.” Gabriel can hear the screaming in his head, still tastes the blood in his throat as he clutches a shirt. “He handles it well, but I’m scared he’s just repressing it all, and it’s gonna pop outta the poor kid like a shaken-up soda. If you gave a shaken-up soda a six shooter and PTSD.”

Warm hands fall gently on Gabe’s shoulders. “Maybe I can talk with him. We can get him to one of the specialists, right?”

“He’s just as fucked up as we are, by now, Jackie.” Gabriel leans into Jack’s touch. 

“He already was. At least now he’s making a positive change in the world. He’s got a family to love him.”

Gabriel closes his eyes to focus on Jack’s fingers working into his muscles. “You’re a good man, Jack Morrison. What’d I do to deserve you?”

“Keep me from going completely insane,” Jack says wryly. “It’s a good balance we’ve got here. Pulling each other from the brink of who-knows-what psychological hell we’d put ourselves through without it.”

Gabe barks a laugh. “It works, I guess. Wouldn’t have it any other way, though.”

“You’re such a sap.” Jack’s lips brush along the back of Gabriel’s neck, hesitating against one of the scars there. That one was from their SEP days, neat and tidy from the medical equipment. Jack had a matching one. They had lots of scars in common from those experiments. 

“I’d be sappier, but seriously, we need to sleep.” Gabriel decides to forego the shirt and turns around to meet Jack with a chaste kiss. “Jesse’ll be out tomorrow, so we can catch up when he’s gone.”

“Good.” Jack grins at him before tugging him to bed. Gabriel sinks into the mattress with a groan and just lays there for a minute. 

“Where’s the blanket?” he grumbles.

“Move and I’ll get it for you,” Jack says.

Gabriel makes a face, but complies, and the two tangle together. Gabriel missed this. He missed Jack. He needs to tell him as much.

“Jackie,” he murmurs.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I missed you.”

Jack kisses him gently. “You’re here now.”

Undeniable Heat Chapter 13: Back to Work

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1650 Words

Chapter Summary: Returning back to work, your worried that your relationship with Jensen will change things.

Story Summary:  You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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That Monday morning, you were surprised with how nervous you were to be going back to work. After a wonderful evening spent with Jensen, he had gone back to his apartment, promising he would see you bright and early at work tomorrow. But here it was, tomorrow, and you were worried that things would be different. That people would notice the two of you were acting different around each other. And you didn’t want that to happen, you didn’t want your work relationship strained at all.

You were currently sitting in your car, your head on the steering wheel, taking deep breaths and trying to talk yourself into getting out of the car. In and out, you reminded yourself. Just go and do your work. It will be fine. That’s what you kept telling yourself. But when someone slammed their hand on the top of your car, you jumped, a squeal escaping your lips.

“It’s just me silly.” Jeannie said, standing out there, her breath creating a cloud in the air around her. “What’s got you so spooked?”

You slid out of the car, grabbing your bag and looking the car behind you. “Just a little lackluster today.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I just wanted to comment that I was out with my mother and we passed this restaurant called DJ's International Buffet and the first thought that hit me was the DJ in your foodie 'verse had grown up and branched out to make his own restaurant.

AHAHA! YES A BUFFET. Perfect. Because you get a huge set of options, so there’s something for everyone, and if you take something and find you don’t like it, you can just leave it alone and get something else. If DJ grows up to work in the food industry he will totally run a string of insanely successful buffets known particularly for how all the plates have section dividers on them so nothing has to touch. 


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RFA+V+Saeran reacting to a HUGE spider on MC's head?

Thank you for your request! And i hope you like it!


  • You guys were playing together, laughing
  • “Oh MC!You’re so good at it” He laughs when a match is over and when he looks at you and see that huge…HUGE SPIDER ON YOUR HEAD…He froze
  • You’re looking at him, confused, he’s sweating…With fear in his eyes…
  • What can he do?
  • He regains his courage…He must be your hero…Your man.
  • You can do this Yoosung…
  • No…
  • …He can’t….
  • “WHAT??!” You start to scream, he starts to scream too.
  • You’re shaking your head until you too see that MONSTER ON THE GROUND.
  • Yoosung will be the man! He picks up the controller and thrown at the spider…
  • IT’S DEAD!
  • Yeah….!
  • His controller…
  • Ok, now he’s crying because of his controller with you’re hugging him
  • “…But Yoosung…You’re my hero!”
  • He stops crying almost immediately “…Really?”
  • You smile “Yeah!”
  • Ok, now he’s proud of himself…REALLY PROUD OF HIMSELF
  • “Can you say it again?”
  • Maybe he’ll kill more spiders because of that


  • You were watching TV, while he was taking some selfies.
  • When he looked at you to show some of his selfies and brag how beautiful he’s…He sees that spider on your head.

  • That’s a huge spider…
  • He puts his hand on his mouth, he wanted to scream…But hey he’s your knight…
  • So he gives the spider a little…Slap making her fall from your head
  • “OUCH!” That hurt a little, he points at the spider on the floor, while he was standing on the couch, trembling.
  • You step on that spider, killing her.
  • Zen sits on the couch again
  • “….Zen, you were afraid of that spider?”
  • “WHAT?” He laughs nervously “NO!”
  • “Oh…Zen you have a spider on your hair”
  • “What?!TAKE IT OFF!!” You start to laugh.
  • Looks like you’re the knight!


  • She was reading some articles about cafes, about how to improve them, all of those things.
  • Jaehee’s always trying to improve things.
  • You were by her side, reading a book.
  • When she turns off her computer and look at you, and you with that…Spider, a huge spider on your head she starts to think…
  • And with the speed of the light, she picked up the spider and thrown her out of the open window.
  • You don’t even understand what was going on, you just look at her.
  • She smiles and kisses your cheek “That was nothing, you only had a spider on your head…”
  • A spider?! Why she’s so calm and serene about it? And why she’s so fast??
  • Well…She’s has a black belt in judo…
  • That quick reflex is a common thing for her…You think so at least.
  • While you were thinking, she already picked up a lot of paper “Well, now i’ll talk about the improvements that we can do on our cafe”


  • Jumin’s always looking at you, but that spider was quicker than him, that’s what he believed.
  • Nobody cares.
  • He was looking at you, and then he plays a little with Elizabeth while you were in the chat with someone.
  • When he looks at you again, he sees that huge spider on your hair, he freaks out.
  • No, he doesn’t fear that spider, but he fears that he might lose you.
  • And Jumin always think of all the possibilities, if that thing is dangerous? If that thing has a poison? He doesn’t know.
  • He rushes to you, after that he picks that thing and thrown on the ground, stepping on it, with a disgusted face.
  • You see that dead spider on the floor and smile “Thank you Jumin.”
  • “You’ll have to go to the hospital.” He picks you in bridal style “Wait…WHY?”
  • “I have to make sure you’re ok” He’s taking you to the car, he lets you there and comes back to the penthouse.
  • He came back with Elizabeth “To the hospital.” He says to Driver Kim.
  • Elizabeth is looking at you, and you’re looking at her, you two must think the same thing…
  • Jumin Han is insane.


  • He’s trying and typing while you’re on your phone.
  • He wants to finish this so he can go and give you all his attention (~˘▾˘)~
  • But when he finishes and look at you, WHAT’S THIS ENORMOUS THING ON YOUR HEAD
  • He wants to freak out…But if he freaks you out, maybe all this mess will get worse.
  • So he taps your head with strong, that hurt a little, but you thought that was a…greeting?
  • “Don’t blame me! That was a spider on your hair!" 
  • Now everything makes sense "Oh…Thanks…” He smiles.
  • “Hey MC, they say if a spider falls into someone’s head they get a present!” You’re confused, and he’s taking his hand off the top of your head, oh…That’s dirty.
  • Your hair must be dirty too! That’s disgusting.
  • Seven laughs looking at his hand “So…Let’s go take a bath after that shall we? I can give your present there ~~~”


  • His vision is so blurry, but he saw that spider on your hair.
  • He doesn’t know that is a spider, but he knows that something is in your hair.
  • He smiles “…You’re using a hat MC?” He loves to hear from you, and he didn’t know you liked hats.
  • “Hat?” You start to touch your head and then you feel the spider, you shake your head off in that surprise, screaming and making that spider fall on the ground.
  • V almost jumps when he heard you scream, he stands up, and like that he steps on the spider…
  • V was a hero, and he didn’t even try to be one…
  • “What’s it MC?!”
  • You laugh, and sits, holding his hand now, making him sit too “That was a spider…And you already killed her” You hug him.
  • Ok all of that was suddenly to him…But he isn’t complaining it.


  • He’s eating ice cream while you were on your phone doing something.
  • He doesn’t care, he wants his ice cream.
  • But sometimes he looks at you…Because he likes to look at you.
  • But then one time he looks at your head and then there it is…A monster.
  • “MC…There’s a spider on your head…” Saeran is scared,  but he’ll not admit it…But that thing is so huge.
  • You scream you shake your head, the spider fell on his ice cream
  • ….
  • No MC…
  • You did not.
  • He’ll go away with that spider AND his ice cream.
  • You’re too evil for us.
  • Ok, he’s back, he can’t live without you.
  • But now you’ll give him another ice cream!
  • And some place to put that spider…Yes, this is your new pet.
  • *insert the evil laugh here*
Professor Winchester (Dean Winchester x Reader AU) Chap. 7

Professor Winchester Masterlist

Word Count: 2,353

Professor!Dean Winchester x Reader AU

Warnings: Language, smut (unprotected), fluff


Just as you finish up the last swipe of lipstick, you step back from your mirror, taking in your appearance. You’re supposed to be heading over to Dean’s house for you date in less than ten minutes and of course, you’re running low on time- why wouldn’t you be? It seems to be in your nature to be late to all things, no matter how much time you give yourself in advance to get ready.

Dean refused to tell you what you two are doing on your date tonight. He said he wanted to keep it a surprise, which only made figuring out what to wear more difficult. You don’t normally put too much thought into what you wear, but you wanted to make sure you looked cute today. It’s your first date with Dean; therefore, a special occasion in your eyes. So you had settled on the cutest articles of clothing you own- a skirt and a sweater, paired with ankle boots. That combined with your makeup and straightened hair, you know you look to die for.

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rose-tinted glasses

*requested –> Anonymous said: Hello! I am INLOVE with your generously length works that keep me reading!!!! I was wondering if you could do a WGM scenario with Jaehyun but both of them are trying not to fall in love with each other because SCANDALS and RABID FANS and it becomes like a fluff/angst thingy??? Ugh sorry if this is a Jaeffry request but I like him ok so yea ._. Love you~

different anon: Im sorry If I have ever sent you a repeated request like idk if people request the same thing as I do. Maybe all fans have the same ideas?? Like i wish no one has requested this but could you do a jjh fic where the girl he likes/dating is a known “bad girl” (plot twist she really isnt she just has a snarky attitude and a case of bitch face syndrome but she fluff) and everyone around him is being curious and dramatic on why he likes her?? Please and if you can’t do it it’s ok too :)

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

author’s note: 1,794 words. I combined these two requests + didn’t use the wgm setting because it was easier to write that way. 

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Late night

Summary: the reader, who is working for Transigen, & that one time when she had to work late.

Warnings: swearing. 

Autor’s note: this is my first experience writing on Tumblr & English is not my native language so don’t judge too hard <3

It was already half past nine and you still had a ton of work ahead of you. You were working as a biomedical engineer at the Transigen for about five years now but never were you working so late. As your fellow colleagues were departing, you became more irritated. While you were trying to be don emperor with work as soon as possible, your tablet decided for you and freezed.

‘For fuck’s sake…’ you muttered under your breath, rubbing your eyes. You’ve heard a chuckle from behind you and turned sharply. Donald Pierce was leaning  against the doorframe, smirking. The chief of security was not a good news most of the time. He was arrogant, supercilious, impudent, ruthless and horrifyingly cruel to the mutants in the facility. And even if you couldn’t deny that he was very handsome and his confident pousture has its charm, you were glad he was not a frequent visitor in your office.

‘Problems, doc?’ 

You rolled your eyes on that remark and turn back to your desk.

‘Are you lost?’ you asked trying to make your tablet unfreeze. Pierce sighed. 

‘No need to be like that, y/l/n. I’m just checking on you.’ he said walking in the desks in the office and then added with a fake concern voice: ‘Who knows what might happen with this things around.’ He found an x-rays of one of the mutants, that were taken earlier today, and now examined them with interest. 

‘'They are not things, Pierce, they are…’ you wanted to say “children” but held your tounge, you knew better. You fake cough. ‘They are… subjects.’ 

But Donald figured you out and scoffed. ‘ Mhm, whatever.’ he threw x-rays carelessly on the table. ‘'I was actually hoping you wouldn’t mind my company since everyone else is gone.’

He grabs a chair and sits next to you, putting his human hand on the back of your chair, metall fingers of his right hand tapping on the table. You’ve shifted uncomfortably - he is way too close. So close that you can smell alcohol in his hot breath. 

‘Drinking at work, are we?’ you chuckle nervously, making, however, no attempt to move away. He shrugged.

‘Ah, just a bit, don’t be a prude’ fingers of his human hand started playing with the ends of your h/c hair. You clear your throat. 

‘Umm… D-do you want something? I’m kinda busy right now and it’s late, so…’ you fall silent hoping he would get the hint, but he chuckles and suddenly moves right up against you.

‘'I want something alright.’ Pierce wishper huskly, his lips touching your ear and then slide down to your neck, leaving an open mouth kisses. You close your eyes, taking a sharp inhale, too surprised to do anything. You feel his right hand moving up your thigh to the hem of your dress. 

What are you doing, goddamit?!’ you thought and mentally slap yourself.

Flinching, you try to stand up, but his biotic hand grabs you across the waist and puts you back on the chair.

‘Sit the fuck down.’ Donald growls in your ear, but before he can do anything else, there is loud alarm sound coming from the corridor.

‘Fuck!’ he exlames and let’s out an irritated sigh.

‘We’ll finish this later, darling.’ With this and a quick kiss on the cheek, Pierce leaves you shocked and speechless. You can only make a note to yourself never stay too late at work.

Originally posted by dracarysandbrimstone