• me: ah, yes. a rare ship...
  • brain: no. don't do it. the fanfics will be few. the fanart will be infrequent. the shippers you can discuss it with are like only 2 other people and a shoelace.
  • me, already looking through the rare ship's tag: huh wha-?
RFA Reaction to cuddling at MCs place while Family/Roommates are there

So basically this is my HC for the RFA I need to start doing Minor Trio with Baeran dammit me going to MCs place for the first time and trying to cuddle/other but the catch is MC lives with family/roomies.

Some are just fluffy. Some get smutty. *cough* Zen and Jumin *cough*


  • Your room?? Alone?? I-Is that okay??
  • “Yoosung, we’ve hung at before…”
  • “Yeah at my place where it was just us…Is…Is your family ok with this?”
  • “Yoosung I’m a legal adult. I have been. We both are.”
  • “O-Okay.”
  • You’re sitting in your bed cuddling, playing video games. You get a little handsy. A slight blush rises in his cheeks and he pretends not to notice as he keeps playing his level.
  • But your hand rests at the hem of his shirt, and sloooowwwlllly lifts it up, letting your fingers softly trace up and down his sides
  • Blush intensifies “MC..?? You feelin cuddly?”
  • “Maaaybe” You nuzzle into the crook of his arm as he puts it around you.
  • You are not satisfied. More snuggles. More.
  • You throw one leg over him, latching onto him like a Koala.
  • It was pretty innocent, but Yoosung imagining your parents or sibling walking in and seeing you tangled up just made him so flustered. ‘If I keep playing my game, even if someone sees us they’ll no nothing was happen-’
  • You crane your neck and plant a soft kiss on his 
  • This boy can’t keep a poker face. You know you’ve got him. You casually take his DS out of his hands, save the progress, and close it.
  • Yoosung is just wide eyed staring at the ceiling, lips pursed and shaking juuuust a little bit. His hand still in the position as if he was still holding his DS up. He is too shook
  • So you make the move, throw your arm over his chest and start kissing his neck again.
  • “MC are you sure?”
  • “We’re not gonna go crazy…I mean. Probably not.” And you start leaving a couple soon-to-be hickeys on him.
  • ‘Oh what the hell’ Yoosung gives up. He likes you too much.
  • He takes your hand in his and interlaces your fingers with his
  • Turns his head to yours
  • So many kisses. He starts pressing his lips to yours, it’s deep but still soft.
  • You guys just keep it up for a while. Snuggles, kisses, the occasional grope.
  • It gets late into the night and Yoosung figures he should get going.
  • You walk him to the door and he gives you a kiss goodnight.
  • You promise to hang out at his place next time so he’s not as nervous.


  • She thinks your roommates are lovely. They like her too, think she’s kind of stoic, but like her none the less.
  • You two go up to your room. She sits on your bed, no second thoughts about your roommates or anything. Why would they come in? And even then Jaehee’s sure you’re not ballsy enough to try anything crazy with people in the house
  • You guys arent quiet enough for that
  • You sit next to her and put on one of Zen’s shows. You start off side by side but soon end up spooning.
  • You guys have watched these movies so many times you know all the lines, so whenever Zen goes to deliver a really sexy line, you beat him to it and whisper it in Jaehee’s ear.
  • She giggles and it’s so fkn cute. Ugh.
  • You get a little restless at one point. You run your hand down her side, admiring her curves.
  • And sloooowly back up. Your fingers brush exposed skin and her spine straightens a bit.
  • “MC…” She chuckles
  • You two start kissing. It’s sweet and slow. You don’t go very far, because you’re both just feeling more cuddly than lusty. Lusty isn’t a word but shut up
  • Eventually the movie is over. You walk her out to her car. You go to give her a quick peck goodnight, but she cups your face and holds it there for a good minute. You melt a little and put your hands over hers. She’s too cute.
  • You watch as her car pulls out of the driveway. A small smile on your lips.
  • Your roomate opens the front door “Hey, you gonna stand here and think about that steamy ass kiss or come inside already?”


  • He knocks at the door and your roommate opens it.
  • “Holy shit MC your hot ass celebrity boyfriend is here” They yell up the stairs (it’s me. I’m one of your obnoxious roommates.)
  • You come down the stairs “Babe! Hey! Sorry I didn’t get the door I-”
  • “No worries, Angel” And he planted a quick peck on your lips. You heard your roommates snicker as they set the table for food.
  • After you all ate, you and Zen slipped into your room. You expected immediate cuddles and kisses but
  • He just sat at your desk and looked around
  • “Uh, Babe, you can come sit on the bed” You patted the spot next to you
  • But Mc…… T H E B E A S T
  • It could appear at any moment.
  • I’ll take my chances just get over here you egg.
  • So he joins you on the bed. Slowly he sinks into the spot next to you, as if a quick movement might rattle the cage of THE BEAST
  • You turn on your music and start chatting. Eventually ending with Zen’s head in your lap as you play with his hair and he stares at your face with endearment cause he’s just so in love with how focused you look as you braid his hair and chat.
  • So endeared he doesn’t hear you muttering about cutting off the rat tail
  • Soon the braid is done and there’s nothing to occupy your hands while you guys talk.
  • They start off at Zen’s face. Tracing his cheekbones and jawline.
  • “MC…what are you doing?” He chuckles
  • “Just touching you”
  • MC Phrasing please
  • Then your hands trace the tendons in his neck to the well toned muscles on his shoulders. His shirt color tries to get in the way but you just snake your hands underneath.
  • His eyebrow twitches
  • MC please he is using all of his self control right now.
  • You lean over, giving your arms more reach farther into his shirt, your fingertips brush the beginning of your lovers V line. Haha V line. V. Hah you can only think about V whenever you see Zen’s V line now
  • Your intention was to get your face inches from Zen, not touch his hips. That was just added bonus
  • His breath gets a little heavy and husky, brushing your lips which are only about an inch away.
  • You very slowly, and I mean very slowly, lean in to close the gap. Your eyes half lidded while Zen’s are wide af.
  • The second your lips touch Zen jumps up. Well he tries. WIth your hands in his shirt and face above his you both get a little tangled for a second but his feet find the floor and he turns so he’s facing away from you.
  • “Hyun? You ok?”
  • “ I just…. Ugh. If we kiss like that again I don’t think I’ll be able to help myself, Princ-”
  • “So don’t.”
  • He turns his head, a look of shock in his eyes. “What?”
  • “So. Don’t.” You grin. “Don’t help yourself”
  • “But your roommates are-”
  • You turn your radio volume even higher, a smug look on your face.
  • His voice dropped so low you thought it was a new person. “Are you sure you want to?”
  • You got up and pulled him close, pressing your bodies together. “Positive”
  • Music: High
  • Kisses: Heavy
  • Beast: Unleashed.
  • You guys weren’t used to having to be quiet. Zen wasn’t sure how to feel about you not screaming his name. But it was a fun little challenge for the both of you. It made things interesting, added the element of getting caught.
  • Eventually you guys were left panting and just laying side by side.
  • He glanced at the clock.
  • “Oh shit My Love, I’m sorry to eat and run but it’s getting late and I have morning rehearsal.” He hopped out of bed and started pulling his clothes on.
  • “I understand Babe” You threw a shirt and sweatpants on and walked him downstairs, where your roommates were still awake watching a movie.
  • Zen cast a nervous glance towards them, but covered it as soon as they looked in your direction.
  • “It was nice meeting you!” He waved to them.
  • “You too!” They both chimed and waved back.
  • Zen turned to you, gave you a kiss goodnight, and walked out to his car.
  • You shut the front door, and as soon as you did
  • “Wow. Your bed is really squeaky huh?
  • “Wha-” A blush spray paints your cheeks bright red
  • “Celebrity sex scandaaaaaal” The other one sings.
  • “We didn’t-” You tried.
  • “MC….your shirts backwards” They winked.
  • You looked down and sure as shit you were looking at the back of your shirt. Welp. RIP.


  • You were a little nervous for Jumin to come over and meet your roommates.
  • More often than not they were those ruthless Jokester friends. They didn’t get when people didn’t get their jokes and Jumin…he’s not the best with jokes in general.
  • Your friends are also very casual, so when Jumin showed up in his “Formal Dinner Party” attire they were a little confused.
  • You had given them a fair warning…but they didn’t think you were serious.
  • You ate dinner, it went surprisingly okay. You swore there might come a time when Jumin and one of the roomies might hit a rough patch but nope. Smooth sailing, especially when he learned one of your roomies is pre vet and they shared a passion for felines.
  • After dinner you escorted him to your room.
  • Almost immediately you were wrapped in each other’s arms on the bed.You guys try to keep it professional in public, so once you’re alone you two make up for the lost public snuggle time hardcore.
  •  You lay side by side, your head on his chest, his arm around you and rubbing your back. You just chat about things, you ask Jumin about random things just to hear his voice His voice is my guilty fucking pleasure my god bless that VA. It calms you. But if he says the right things it gets you a little… hot and bothered.
  • “So dinner was good….when’s dessert?” Yep like that. Hot. And. Bothered. 
  • “Jumin” You gasped a little, surprised he suggested it
  • “I’m sorry? I assume from the way your hand was inching towards-”
  • Oh shit? Your hand was heading down there wasn’t it. Haha ohhhhh Hand. *cue audience laugh track* Anyways
  • “I mean, I would but uh…my roommates are downstairs. It’s not like the penthouse where it’s just us.”
  • “And?” He is so shameless. Or clueless. Or maybe a little bit of both.
  • “Wouldn’t you be, uh, embarrassed?”
  • “Should I? I assumed it was no secret that we had sex. Usually people assume anways…” He trailed off, but then remembered the situation at hand. “But if you’d rather not I understand. “ He sounded a little disappointed, but then he looked at you with a small smirk. “But I guess now it’ll be only sweeter the next time I get to lay you down and” cue intense details of. He didn’t stop, he just kept talking about all the things you two could do, and his voice kept getting lower and huskier and you could tell how excited he was just by the way he was talking
  • You couldn’t take it
  • Fuck the roommates
  • Jumin was right it’s not like they don’t know
  • You suddenly rolled so you were on top of him, straddling his waist.
  • “Kitten I thought-”
  • You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a very sloppy kiss.
  •  When you pulled away for air you just “I don’t care. Let them hear.”
  • You two got wild
  • ….I’ll stop here. You guys don’t need the details 
  • Once you two were finished you were cuddling again. Just cuddling without clothes but that was A OK.
  • Jumin was back to rubbing your back again, and you were cuddled up to him again.Your hand was on his chest and his hand on top, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth. But instead of talking you guys kept exchanging gentle kisses, taking turns leaning in and reaching for kisses from each other.
  • Around midnight he figured he should get going home. You both put your clothes on and walked out to the car. On the way there you saw your roommates. They looked a little shook. Little bit. They waved by to Jumin even though they could barely look at the two of you without blushing.
  • Jumin planted a firm kiss on you at the car, and when you walked back in you turned to your roommates, ready to apologize for the..uh…noise.
  • “Hey guys…so uh…hahaha awkward amiright?”
  • “I don’t know, is it….’Kitten’?”
  • “Or should we ask….’Daddy’?”
  • You’re never living this down. Ever.


  • He came over to meet your family
  • He already knew almost everything about them so he was well prepared to kiss ass
  • He didn’t have to though, they liked him off the bat. They were glad they finally got to meet the boy MCs been spending all their time with.
  • After dinner MC and he decided to go upstairs and hang out a bit.
  • These two nerds legit sat in MCs bed looking at memes on their phones
  • At least an hour went by with you two just giggling and showing your phones to each other
  • Somehow you both found ways to get closer to each other without meaning to.
  • It started off with you two leaning against the wall, but soon you were basically sitting in Seven’s lap, head leaning against his chest, and the two of staring at one phone screen of memes.
  • At some point Seven snaked his arms around your waist, and buried his face in between your shoulder blade and your neck.
  • The giggles continued.
  • Soon you saw a meme that had you dying laughing. Seven was amused, but he ended up getting more amused when you started snorting from laughing so hard. You clasped a hand over your mouth to try to silence the noise, but it was not happening. He thought it was too cute and couldn’t help but kiss your cheek with an overdramatic “MUAAAH” noise
  • More memes and time passed
  • Now you two were laying on your tummies, side by side, memeing away
  • That’s when you look at Seven. A slight grin on his face, the way his eyes sparkle when he’s having a good time, everything about him really.
  • You just feel so much…love for him.
  • So you put your phone down and start peppering him with light quick kisses all over the side of his face.
  • He laughs “MC what are you doing?”
  • “I just…I love you so much” You can’t hold back the smile on your face. Just staring at him makes you happy. “Saeyoung, sometimes…Sometimes I can’t even believe you’re real” and you lightly touch his face, taking in the feel of his skin and the look in his eyes.
  • He seems overcome with emotion too. Some mix of happiness and sadness, but then more happiness.
  • He shifts so he’s facing you more and plants a long kiss on your lips. Eventually you both sit up and just start kissing. It’s not the sloppy make out of when you guys are getting ready to do the do, it’s a long line of passionate kisses filled with innocent love and need for one another.
  • It’s love.
  • You end up wrapped in one another’s arms staring into each other’s eyes until both of you doze off.
  • It’s about 2 am when you wake up. You two are still wrapped up, and Saeyoung is snoozing peacefully inches from your face. You wish you could just stare at him all night, the moonlight bouncing off his face made him look like he really wasn’t real, like he’d turn into mist at any second and slip away Wow I’m getting really poetic. Probably cause it’s 5 am idk sorry
  • But you know theres work he has to get done and normally he’s not even sleeping at this time so he’s probably already behind schedule.
  • You start off as a soft whisper, scared your voice could break the magic of the moment “Saeyoung”
  • He stirrs a bit but doesn’t open his eyes.
  • A little louder, but still whispering “Saeyoung” HIs eyelids lift slowly, and when he sees your face, a sleepy smile spreads across his own.
  • This alone makes you feel giddy and in love and your own mouth cracks a giant smile. Then you start peppering his face with gentle kisses.
  • “Come on” kisskisskiss “Wake up silly” kisskisskiss “I kept you long enough”
  • In his tired lawd kill me if I heard sleepy Seven’s voice I’d probably die voice he muttered “Keep me forever, MC”
Every Other Freckle

Anonymous asked: This might seem a bit odd, but I was wondering if you could write one where the reader helps Bucky out with his Tinder profile? ty xx

A/N: I’ve never used Tinder. So, like, hopefully I described it well enough? Hah… hope you enjoy!!:)

Originally posted by elaacreditava

Your previous job (before becoming an Avenger) was a social media manager for an internet company. Because of your knowledge of social media and the internet in general, Bucky was embarrassed to say that you were the first person he thought of when trying to set up a Tinder. 

Natasha told him about it and he thought it was the most idiotic thing anyone could come up with. “What happened to good ol’ meeting on a night out? Buying a drink for a lovely lady?” 

“People don’t do it that way anymore, Bucky.” 

He downloaded the app on his phone and realized that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. After seeing your profile, he realized that you had one too. That’s when his plan went into action and that’s how he ended up here, standing in the doorway of your room while you finished some assignments for your college classes.

You looked up, taking the pencil out of your mouth and sliding your glasses to the top of your head, “What’s going on?” 

Bucky took a deep breath, walking in and closing the door to your room, “If I ask you this favor, will you please keep it a secret?” 

You rose an eyebrow, keeping your eyes concentrated on his lips while he continued to speak, “(Y/N)?”

“Huh? Wha- oh yeah, what do you need help with?” You stuttered your way through, pretending that you weren’t just admiring Bucky’s plump lips and wondering what they tasted like. 


Your heart sank just a bit. 

“Tinder? Why?” 

Bucky sighed, “Because Natasha said it’ll… help me… find someone.” 

You smiled warmly, noticing how Bucky’s voice became quieter with every word. Find someone? Does that mean he’s looking to settle down with someone? Or is he just looking for hookups? You doubted that that was the case, because despite everything he’s been through, he values family and love much more than most people do nowadays. 

Bucky’s face was now very red and you could tell how embarrassed he was. You almost became embarrassed for him, but you realized it’s entirely normal and put your hand out for his phone. 

He unlocked it and handed it to you, allowing you to open the Tinder app and see that he’s already signed in. 

“Okay, well first thing is you need a different profile picture.” You said, eyeing the picture of Bucky with his face half hidden and his eyes looking a dark gray while hair fell in front of them. 

“What’s wrong with the one I have now?” He said, genuinely curious with no venom behind his words at all. 

You giggled, “You need to be able to see your face. Stand up by the lamp, I’ll take a better one.” 

Bucky did as you told, and before you took the picture, you ran your fingers through his hair and straightened his posture as much as possible. “Okay, now smile.” 

When the smile didn’t meet his eyes, you let out a small sigh, “Think of something that makes you happiest, then revert those emotions to your lips. Show teeth.” You never thought you’d be giving advice on how to smile to Bucky. 

“This is weird.” He muttered. 

“Online dating is always weird.” You muttered back, readjusting his hair again and watching as he spread a wide smile across his face, one stretching across your own as he did so. 

Without saying a word, you reopened the Tinder app and cropped the picture appropriately. You sat back on your bed and grinned at the picture. “Okay, next step; what do you want in your ‘About Me’ section?” 

“What do you put there?” Bucky was now looking over your shoulder, his cologne invading your nostrils while you tried not to think about how close he was to you. 

“In mine,” you paused and opened your own Tinder app, “I put, ‘Hey I’m (Y/N)! I work hard and play harder. Still new to the city but I’m enjoying every second of it! I love to laugh, travel, and really wish I did more karaoke. Let’s get a pizza’.” 

“Do you know me well enough to write mine for me?” Bucky gave you a half smile, attempting to coax you into doing something you had already been doing in your head for a solid two minutes. 


Quickly, your fingers typed across Bucky’s keyboard. He continued to read over your shoulder while you pressed each key. His laugh sounded in your ear every time you put a joke and erased it when he protested lightly. 

“Okay, ‘My friends say I’m one hell of a guy. Ex-soldier, future lover. Also, I have a metal arm’.” You giggled, watching him cover his face. 

“Did you really have to mention the future lover part?” He grimaced, but still held a smile on his face. 

“That’s your intentions, ain’t it? To find love?” You said, and suddenly your heart swelled. 

You’ve easily had a crush on Bucky ever since you started here, and the fact that he is finally putting himself out there kind of broke your own heart. It’s not like you could ever say anything though, you live together and if anything happened, it would be the most awkward living situation you’ve ever been through. 

He shrugged, “I guess.” 

You smiled, “Then swipe away, my friend. Anyone you find cute and interesting.” 

He leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to your forehead, “Thank you, doll. If this works then I’ll thank you forever.” 

Bucky rushed out of the room and you laughed, reopening your books and attempting to resume your assignment. 

An hour had passed, your mind went other places and with a groan of frustration, you picked up your phone and opened your own Tinder app. 

“Gotta get over him.” You whispered to yourself, swiping through potential dates and stopping suddenly when you came across Bucky’s profile.

So much for getting over him. 

Without second thought, you swiped right with a smile. If he asks, you’ll say it was a joke. 

However, in big white letters the words “It’s a Match!” displayed across the screen. 

Confused, you stood up and walked through the halls of the tower, straight to Bucky’s room where he sat on his bed. 

“Did you right swipe me as a joke too?” You said, trying to make your voice sound a lot less nervous than you actually were. 

He shook his head, “You said anyone I find cute and interesting.” 

You rose an eyebrow, “But-” 

“We matched, didn’t we? Should we get to each other a little more?” His demeanor had shifted from seemingly oblivious to undeniably slick. 

“Did you- did you set this whole thing up just for that?” You wanted to laugh, almost in disbelief, but you kept your composure as best as possible. 

“You can’t prove that.” 

“How did you know I’d swipe right on you?” Oh god. Oh my god he knows that you’re interested in him. 

“I have my ways.” With that, you smacked his chest lightly with a pillow, causing him to yell over-dramatically. You got on your knees and hit him again and again, laughter falling between you two. 

He grabbed another pillow and hit you back, causing you to fall backwards onto his fluffy comforter while he fell beside you. 

“So does this mean you’ll go on a date with me?” Bucky asked, now out of breath. 

“I don’t know,” you stood suddenly, throwing the pillow at him, “message me on Tinder and we’ll find out.” You rushed out of his room and back to yours, grabbing your phone off your bed and looking at your messages. 

Sure enough, there was a message from Bucky simply reading, ‘Hey ;)’.


Sam and Cas were arguing again about what to do next, but Dean was seemingly unengaged. He couldn’t help his eyes from flickering over to you in your chair, one hand curled around your mug of coffee and the other delicately resting on the lore book in front of you, seemingly determined to ignore the arguing of the angel and younger Winchester.

He couldn’t stop his mind from drifting to what-ifs and maybes… What if he was able to just wrap his arms around you whenever he wanted? Maybe someday you’d both be enjoying coffee over breakfast in bed…

“Dean, will you help me out here?” Sam implored in exasperation. But Dean wasn’t listening. “Dean.”

“Wha-huh? What?” he snapped his green eyes back to his brother and found Sam and Cas peering at him in annoyance. 

Sam and Cas exchanged a knowing look and both sighed in unison. 


I’m glad you guys enjoyed my latest writing Black Butterflies. If you haven’t read it yet then go and and give me feedbacks :) This one was requested long ago by @placeholderforstyles. Thank you sweetheart for being so patient. Hope you like it :)

what do you love most Shaved Harry or clean Harry?(Idk why I said clean lol)

For me it depends on my mood. Sometimes I like his scruff sometimes i don’t.

You checked Harry out from head to toe pulling your shades off and setting them on your head. He was having his days off and insisted you to go with him on a family vacation on a yacht. You’ve been dating from past two years and in these mere years you learnt a lot about him. His little quirks sometimes got you mad and sometimes made you love him even more. 

Harry is known for his kindness and gentleness and it wasn’t wrong. He was very gracious and kindhearted. Oh yeah and cheeky too. He enjoyed teasing you and annoying. He loved the way your nose scrunches whenever he made a terrible joke or the way you stuck your tongue out at him and sung ‘ewwwww’ when he licked your tongue.

No doubt you loved that. You loved when he played with you. With him you never had to worry about how you are. You just were you. And he was he. The cute and cheeky handsome with whom you fell in love with two year ago.

“Like wha’ yeh see huh?” he said taking a seat on the pool beside you. You nodded and laid back on the chair. 

“you’re hot. What can i do about it now?” You said looking at him.

“Ge’ up?” He smirked standing beside your chair and you did with furrowed eyebrows. He laid on the chair and pulled you on him. Your naked tummy coming in contact with his and chest pressed up together making you moan.

“hmm wha’ was that?” He smirked. You rolled your eyes and rested your head on his chest. Slowly you felt something untying the straps of your bikini top. Lifting your head up, you saw Harry staring at you with hungry eyes.

“Harold! “ you squealed sitting up, straddling him. With one hand holding your boobs up you reached with other behind your back trying to tie the black strips back.

“what are you doing dork?!?! Your parents are here!” 

“Love..yeh’re wearing a lo’of clothes.” he said caressing your chest with the back of his hand. The cold metals of his rings coming in contact with your skin, sending chills down your spine.

“Harry stop.” You warned him. His naked body covered by nothing but a navy blue towel was turning you on. His toned muscles made you crave to lick them. His scent rushed through your veins like adrenaline.

“Hmm else wha’?” he challenged. His dimples popping up as he pulled you down to him by your waist. His lips ghosting upon yours wanting to be kissed as you did. You placed your lips on his hungrily, sucking in the tender-plump skin. He tastes like a tropical drink. His tongues gliding in your mouth with a one swift motion as his hands roamed around your body. Cupping your bum, he started rolling his hips against yours.

“god fuck” you groaned dropping your head on his shoulder. Soon you were picked up by two arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist your began kissing his neck. His sweaty neck felt delicious under your lips. Your tongue swirling around the flesh leaving hickeys.

Walking inside the cabin, Harry wasted no time in throwing you on bed. He hovered you within second and his own lips started working on your neck. His peachy scruff rubbing against your neck. You loved the feeling of the poky hair on your skin. His hands reached down to get rid of his towel which he threw somewhere in the room. His face once again tucked inside your neck when he groaned and pull away.

“fuck! Forgot t’bring a condom” He grumbled dropping his head on your shoulder. You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair.

“It’s alright, let’s have naked cuddle” He nodded and laid beside you pulling you to his chest. He kissed your forehead.

“Cant believe you forget such important thing though”

“oh shut up”


I know it’s shit. I’m sorry. It’s just my dad ruined my day and I’m feeling really low right now. My apologies.

anonymous asked:

MAMA BLUE LION PART 4! PART 4! Pretty please? Love you 💜💜

The long awaited part four, my dears! :3
Blue, in all honesty, felt sick. The sludgy ocean wasn’t just water, it was poison. Oil, thick and choking, and she hated how it felt against her metal skin, her human body cringing at the cold slick pressing into her metal shell’s joints and choking her movements. Lance was asleep in the chair while she rummaged around for a blanket to cover him, since she was planning to turn off most of the heating in order to speed up the healing process to her damaged rockets.
She knew her sisters were close, but she didn’t know if they’d be able to dig her and her precious Paladin out of the icy sludge. The best she could do was at least swim up to the surface to make it easier for retrieval… but her leg had damaged the internal wiring and panels; if she so much as activated it, the sparks from the exposed wires could turn this oily planet into a ball of fire.
Being the Guardian of Water, there was no way she’d survive for long inside a fire planet, that was Red’s thing. She and Lance would burn to death, which was something she wanted to avoid.
She was broken out of her thoughts when her fingers brushed against something soft and slightly dusty. Aha! Perfect. She pulled the fluffy cerulean fabric from the survival cupboard, and hurried back over to Lance. Draping it over his body, she tucked him in securely before settling down on the floor, leaning against the pilot seat and shutting her eyes to concentrate on healing her Lion form and shutting down most of the heating, redirecting as much energy to healing as she dared.
She exhaled a breath of white, misty air not even thirty ticks later, the cabin having become significantly colder. Lance whined quietly in his sleep and curled into the blanket further, soft white clouds puffing up from his mouth and fading away. At this point, she was worried even more so than earlier. His breathing was shaky and a bit shallow. He’d lost too much blood. Black, big sister, please hurry. We cannot last much longer. She pressed her thoughts to her sibling almost desperately, she didn’t want to lose another child so soon, especially one so young.
She was attuned to the cold, but her Paladin had lived in a place of warmth and sunshine his whole life. He’d never even seen snow before. Ice, yes, but never a real heavy snowfall. Never a real winter. He wasn’t built to survive the cold like she was. She opened her eyes to the sound and feeling of someone entering the ocean of oil, and the comms crackled to life. Keith and Pidge appeared onscreen, Shiro’s face in the middle.
“Lance! We’re on our way in to get you. Blue, can you direct us towards your position?” Pidge asked, startling the Blue Paladin awake. “Wha’ huh?!?” He slurred, scrambling to sit up properly, Blue standing up next to him.
“Yes, I can direct you. Just follow the main current and break off when I say so. Careful, it’s colder than you would be used to on Earth. In fact, keep Red away from it Keith. Fire and oil is never a good combination, and I’d prefer not to be roasted alive.” Blue explained, Lance shuddering next to her. “I agree, dude. I think I like my skin not crispy, thanks. I’ve gotten burned once, never again. That shit hurts like a bitch!” Lance yelped, horror clearly reflected on his face at the memory.
Pidge actually snorted a short laugh. Shiro smiled slightly. “All right, we’re diving in now. No rockets.” He informed, Pidge nodding. “I’ll keep an eye out for any hostiles.” Keith called, before shutting off his comm link. “Found the main current! Woah!” Pidge yelped as her screen shuddered violently, Shiro following soon after. “Damn, this is stronger than I thought.” Shiro grunted, Lance leaning slightly closer to the screen in concern. Blue had closed her eyes to focus on the bodies on the current, humming lightly.
Her eyes snapped open. “Pull left and out now.” She commanded, the Green and Black Paladins gunning their Lion’s legs to swim faster in order to escape the rough current. “I think I see them!” Pidge barked, and Blue’s metal form shuddered not soon after.
Shiro grinned at Lance. “We got you now, guys. Hang on, we’ll pull you free soon.” Lance relaxed with a small smile, Blue purring happily next to him.
“Thank you, Shiro, Pidge.” He mumbled, before suddenly going limp.
Red liquid stained the ends of the blanket, the blotch of dark maroon slowly getting larger as Shiro frantically yelled for Lance to wake up.
*cackles in the dark safety of my room under a pile of blankets*
Suffer and wait for part 5, my dears ;3
(And yes I headcanon that Lance hasn’t seen a heavy snowfall before, shush.)

Edit: no more waiting, here’s a list of even more parts! https://tokyoteddywolf.tumblr.com/post/160169071603/mama-blue-au-masterlist
Dating Mark Tuan

Anon Asked: I just read some of your work and it’s FANTASTIC !! Could you pretty please do a dating Mark like you did for the others ? Thanks hun <3

Mark JaebumJacksonJinyoungYoungjaeBamBamYugyeom


Originally posted by marksseunie

- Old friends that haven’t talked in years

- Bumping into each other when he’s on a tour or something

- “Oh, I’m sor-”

- Silence bc 

- Wtf whY HAVEN’T YOU CALLED _____?!

- “Mark? You okay bro?”

- “Huh? Wha- oh yeah, I- I’m fine.”

- He’s not fine

- He asks if you still have his number 

- You do

- He’s sh00k™

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Just a Pretty Face

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Steamy kissing? So much fluff you’ve been warned

Word Count: 12, 175

Summary: Reader is Peter Parker’s best friend and realizes they are hopelessly in love with him while sifting through all the milestones in the relationship.


A/N: This is my very first fic! I know it’s really long; I may or may not have gotten carried away. It’s mostly a series of memories leading to the point I guess? I read this over before posting it and cringed for my life but here goes nothing! I am a science student, not a writer so please forgive its crappiness. I hope you enjoy it!

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

I learned early on in life that being a female I’d have to face many more challenges than any male whether it was in a school setting, career or even buying a god-damned car. My mother told me that even something so mundane like buying car would be another challenge to face with sexist stereotypes. When a man walks into a dealership he is asked what kind of car he is looking for; the specs and all. When a woman walks into a dealership she is asked what color she’s looking for.

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anonymous asked:

hiii this is the same anon who asked about proposal hcs cause i need to see space dad happy™ if it's not too much for u could we get shiro holding his newborn daughter for the first time?? and also some s/o pregnancy hc and how he'll handle it if it's ok with you 💕 ur blog is ameze and i lovelove ur writing style 💗

Round 3 of the pregnant S/O series!!!

Let’s go along with my HC of Shiro having twins because maximum feels. Also I’m weak for dad!Shiro

“That’s it, Y/n! One more push! You can do this!” Shiro’s grip on your hand tightened as your doctor continued to urge you to push. He was shaking; excited and nervous to be a father but most of all, desperate to hold his children in his arms. He licked his lips and pressed a clammy kiss your forehead as you screamed in pain with the final push, “That’s it sweetheart, you can do this.”

Then silence. The only sounds in the room came from your labored breathing as the doctor assessed the small form in his hands.

“It’s a girl!” Shiro sobbed as the doctor motioned him over, “Would you like to cut the cord?” He nodded vigorously and willed his hands to stop shaking as he took the scissors. He could see the small foot of his daughter in the hands of the nurse who would be cleaning her up. He gulped, cut the cord and the nurse whisked his daughter away, leaving Shiro with just a lump in his throat and a mad desire to snatch his baby.

You sudden gasp of pain brought him back to reality and he rushed back to your side, “I’m here baby, I’m here. One more, you can do this. You’re so strong….” He kissed your temple and continued to murmur sweet words of encouragement as another contraction ripped through you.

“You’re doing great Y/n, just a few more pushes. I can already see the head.” 

The cry of your first daughter sounded along with yours and Shiro thought his heart would burst. His baby! His baby was here! But he had to wait. There was another coming and you needed him. “Breathe, baby. In. Out. In. Out. That’s it, you’re doing wonderful, baby. I’m so proud of you.” His grip tightened on your hand as you arched in pain, hoping that this would be the last. It was exhausting birthing one child, let alone two.

“Another girl!” The doctor smiled as Shiro looked at him in disbelief. Two girls. Girls! Two sweet little angels!

The doctor wordlessly handed him the scissors again, the beginnings of a soft smile visible just under his mask. Shiro’s hand was still this time as he cut the second cord, but inside he was a mess. It was over. Finally.

You had already slumped over in exhaustion, dozing lightly and unaware as the doctor finished up. Shiro, unprepared to see you so still, rushed back to your head, nervously brushing your sweat-slicked hair from your face, “Y/n? Y/n? Are you ok? Y/n?”

You lazily swatted his hand away, mumbling, “M’tired…”. Shiro huffed and kissed you again, content to let you rest so long as you weren’t dying. In hindsight, he supposed the doctor would have been involved if you were in any danger. Damn his anxiety.

“Mr. Shirogane?”, one of the nurses walked to Shiro’s side, a petite bundle in his arms as he smiled brilliantly, “Since your partner is out cold, would you like to hold your baby?” This was it. Holy shit, this was it!

Shiro felt is throat close up as the nurse oh so gently passed Shiro the pink bundle with a pat on the back. “Just support her whole body with your arm…that’s it! Babies can’t support their own heads, so be mindful! And always keep a hand under it…You’re doing wonderful, pops!”

And as he looked down at his first daughter, Shiro felt his heart swell and his eyes burn as he started to cry. She was perfect! Absolutely perfect! She was more beautiful than he could have imagined, with her little button nose, long black eyelashes, and soft wispy black hair. She was so tiny in his hands, so small and so fragile that she literally fit in one hand. Very, very gently Shiro touched her face with his organic hand, gasping softly to himself as she nuzzled towards the warm digit, instinctively seeking out his warmth. She was so soft! How were babies this soft???!

“Ready for number two?” Shiro looked up at the second nurse with wide eyes. Oh god, how was he going to protect these little precious angels? The nurse laughed at his fearful expression and instructed him to sit down and he did so with a solid thump, immediately cursing himself as he jostled number one in his hands.

“It’s ok, she’s pretty bundled up! Now just adjust her a bit…there and now let me just place this one here. There! Congrats, Poppa!” She ruffled his mused hair and went to do whatever it was nurses do between the birthing room and the first checkup. 

Shiro just stared at his second daughter in awe. She was just as perfect. Not quite her sister’s copy, he liked that her monolid was more pronounced and her little lips were pursed, like she was upset about her situation. He wondered if it said anything about her personality.

Their little heads were just small enough that he could rub his thumbs along their fat cheeks while cradling them. Number two made a tiny little sound and Shiro felt his heart flutter again for the millionth time. Oh god, they owned his heart and they were only 10 minutes old! They both shifted as he continued stroking their cheeks and he was absolutely fascinated by them. The way they moved, their faces, the little noises they made as they tried to find their voices…

He was in love again.

“…Mr. Shirogane? Mr. Shirogane?”

“Huh? Wha-?” Shiro’s attention was regretfully dragged away from his daughters as the first nurse (Was his name Mark? He couldn’t remember…).

“Sorry sir, but I was asking if you folks had chosen their names? It’s ok if you need more time–”

“Astrid!,” Shiro’s voice was loud and startled the nurse into taking a step back, “Sorry! I’m excited. Uhm, Astrid, after my mother for the first born aaaand…” He looked to your sleepy form and saw that you were awake, watching him with a profound look of love in your eyes. You smiled at him, recognizing that he was letting you choose, “Well, I was hoping for a boy but I think Hayden makes a fine girls name too.”

Astrid and Hayden. Hayden and Astrid. His two beautiful girls.He felt another wave of tears as a sob escaped his throat as he tried the names out loud. “Astrid…”, he kissed her gently on the forehead, “…and Hayd-den.” He kissed her as well, pretending that he didn’t just choke on her name. 

The nurse congratulated you two again before it was time to move your happy new family into your recovery room where the Paladins, Allura, and Coran were waiting with baited breath. 

You reached out for your babies, desperate to see them but Shiro seemed reluctant to give up their tiny forms. Eventually he gave in with a teary groan and placed them on either side of your chest the way the nursed had instructed him, to give them skin-to-skin contact. And as he looked at you, his glorious and perfect partner, with your two beautiful daughters, he felt his heart clench again. He was screwed. So so screwed. But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

anonymous asked:

can you please do a Bts reaction to them stealing YOUR hoodies? (you're dating) P.S. I only want this because i have a lot of cool fandom hoodies.

Okay, I somehow managed to misread your request as “them stealing your NOODLES” instead of “them stealing your HOODIES”. I feel hella dumb lmao. But I hope you enjoy what I came up with for you.

Jin: He would first have to find the largest (and coziest) hoodie that you owned because he has big, broad as hell shoulders. He would look through your closet with a small content smile as he sifted through the sweaters you owned until he found the perfect hoodie. 

You would choke on your coffee as you spotted your wonderful boyfriend walking out of your bedroom in the pinkest hoodie that you owned. It was a hoodie that he had actually bought you himself. The hoodie itself was a hoodie that had a built-in pouch where you could carry your new puppy around in. It even had little cat ears on the hood.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Suga: He was hella cold. He had the sniffles and he needed something that would keep him cozy since you were in the shower. He would sigh and stand up, walking to the closet that you kept your sweaters, hoodies, and regular jackets and pull out the heaviest one that you owned.

You walked out with your towel wrapped around you, looking around your living room for your sick boyfriend, confused when you noticed him curled up on your couch wearing your Harry Potter hoddie (hmm…I’m thinking it’s a Hufflepuff house hoodie) sleeping. You laughed and gently brushed your fingertips through his hair and leaning down to press a sweet kiss to his forehead.

Originally posted by jeonbase

J-Hope: Honestly this is something that he does often. It’s certainly not an issue, honestly, you learned to just get used to it since he did it so often. Hoseok also loved to wear the same “One Punch Man” hoodie that you owned (especially since it was one of the only ones that you owned since he stole about six of your hoodies and refused to give them back). And why was that? Because he said yellow was his color.

“Hey, babe?” He’d call out, causing you to laugh in amusement. 


“Where’s my OPM hoodie?”

“In the dryer, I spilled some ramen on it earlier.” He’d gasp so loud that you could hear him all the way in the kitchen.

“Babe…how could you?! You know that’s my favorite!”

Poor guy.

Originally posted by junghosyub

Rap Mon: Now this is not something that he does often. But when he does do it, he won’t be picky with his choice. He’ll wear any of them and love it. And even though he doesn’t do it often, he still had a couple of your hoodies at his dorm that was kept in his section of the closet.

“Hey, can I have this hoodie? It’s pretty nice.” He said.

“No, it’s mine.”

“..I’m still taking it. We can just share it.”

Originally posted by smeraldohwa

Jimin: Yep. No, this is something that he would do. He’s also relatively small so he’d probably fit in most of them pretty well. It’s actually super cute. He has only stolen one of your hoodies but he likes to wear it often so that he can tease you about he looks better in it than you do. Today he has chosen to wear your Super Junior hoodie that you had bought at one of their concerts.

“Ooh, I bet even Super Junior would appreciate the way I look in their own hoodie. I look goood, babe.”

Originally posted by nnochu

V: He already has nearly of you hoodies stuffed into his already packed closet. The little thief. Anyways, He saw that you had bought a new hoodie. In fact, it was a weirdly stylish “Beauty and the Beast” hoodie. He wants to wear it. You would look up to see him slipping into it with a big smile on his face.

“You can wear it, but don’t you dare steal it. I just bought it, Taehyung!”

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Jungkook: Whenever he would steal a hoodie, he would return it about a week later to exchange it for a new one. This week, he had brought back your Pokemon hoodie so that he could steal your G-Dragon hoodie. Yup, your G-Dragon hoodie.

“Hey, y/n- I’m taking this, okay?”

“Wha- why?”

“Huh? Oh, because it’s really soft…and I love G-Dragon.”

Originally posted by jkguks

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anonymous asked:

could you do a scenario with bakugou where he thinks his crush likes one of their classmates so he confronts them over it but it ends up that they like him and everything's happy~? <3 love u btw

Bakugou Katsuki:

How anyone could get along with fucking Deku was beyond him.

How anyone could fucking like Deku make his blood boil.

How (Name) could have a crush on fucking Deku made him question every single fucking thing he knew about this life and universe.

Bakugou watched from across the lunchroom as you laughed at something Deku had just said and how his face lit up in embarrassment. Weren’t you both just such a fucking cute couple?

If most cases, Bakugou would not give a shit. He’d scoff at the brain dead person who’d want to fucking get with that… but he’d ignore it for the most part.

The problem was that it was (Name) who was crushing on Deku. His (Name). His sweet little sunshine child who could do no wrong and even make him crack a smile at their antics. You were supposed to be his!

So why wasn’t it him you were making jokes and casual conversation with. Why was it that fucking socially anxious nerd?! He was so much better in every way possible!

He was strong, he was protecting and he was totally in love with them! Sure that last part had never been said out loud, but he had at least come to terms with it. He loved you, but this was too fucking much.

He didn’t know how, he didn’t know why but as he watched you and fucking Deku accidently rub hands when you both reached for the salt, something snapped. He didn’t care that Kirishima told him he was catching his water bottle on fire. He didn’t care that the table fell over when he suddenly got up. He didn’t care that his loser friends were yelling at him to calm down.

The only thing that mattered was the shitty person who was crushing his feelings without them even knowing it.

The only that mattered right now was you.

He strode up to the table and kicked his leg up. He brought it down on top of the table, causing the lunches of the group to spill over or fall off the table completely. He sucked his teeth and lifted his lip up, showing his disgust.

He ignored Motor Legs and Round Face calling him out. He ignored Icy Hot’s cold glare. He ignored Frog Girl and the Grape Looking Shit’s upset eyes and gestures to their lunches.

What he gave his attention to was you.

You looked right back into his ruby orbs, holding so much shock and disappointment in his actions. He looked right back at the calm (eye color) orbs, his own showing anger and jealousy.

“We need to fucking talk.” He grabbed your arm and roughly forced you up from your seat. He didn’t mean to make it look so forceful or actually literally pull you, but he was so mad. He was so jealous… “Now.”

It was never a suggestion, or a question from him. It was always a demand.

He pulled you out of the cafeteria and through the hallways, attempting to find a closed space to talk this out and tell you to stop being in love with Deku.

Finally he slammed the door to the roof closed and let go of your arm. How clique… the roof with the love of his life. What was this? Some shitty anime?

“What was that about?” They shouted at him suddenly, their arms cutting the air. One of his favorite traits about you, it was so fucking stupid but so fucking cute how you talked with your arms.

“I’m sick and tired of you hanging out with shitty Deku!” He yelled at you, not missing a beat. These feelings had been bottled up for so long that they were overflowing from his mouth. The faucet had long been damaged, but now it was broken.

“He’s my friend! And it’s not your decision to choose who I hang out with Bakugou-kun! Izuku-kun is nice and is a great friend!”

He could feel his eye twitch.

Izuku. Izuku. Izuku

Not Midoriya

Not Deku

Izuku. Fucking Izuku.

You and Deku were on a first name basis.

Meanwhile he was still ‘Bakugou-kun’

Not Katsuki-kun or even just Bakugou.


“WHY THE HELL AM I NOT KATSUKI TO YOU? WHY IS IT SHITTY DEKU WHO’S ON THE FIRST NAME BASIS!?” He screamed, his emotions continuing to grow and his own body starting to lose control over itself.

You had seen Bakugou angry. You had seen Bakugou yell. But you had never heard him scream until now.

“What do you mean? You never let anyone call you by your first name! And I asked Izuku-kun and he said yes!”

“Well fucking call me Katsuki then! No honorific either! I won’t be overshadowed by that shit when it comes to you!”


He growled, making you stop.

“Katsuki.” You corrected yourself. “Why do you want to have a better relationship with me then Izuku-kun? Don’t tell me you… you have feelings for me?”

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?!” He flung his hands into his hair and scratched his scalp in irritation. “I’M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU! AND IT DRIVES ME MAD KNOWING THAT IT’S NOT ME BY SHIT EATING DEKU THAT YOU LOVE!”

You blinked at his sudden confession and then quietly started laughing. You tried to cover your mouth and hold back the giggles, but they would not stop.

Meanwhile Bakugou was experiencing his own version of heartbreak. He had just confessed and his love instead of smiling and admitting they too had feelings instead started laughing at him.

For once he was silent and unable to talk.

“I-Izuku-kun was right… you’re so prideful that even your feelings come off as rougher than expected.” You walked up to him and cupped your hands on his cheek. “You’re such a smart guy Katsuki, but you’re pretty dumb when it comes to this huh?”

“W-wha..?” He asked in utter disbelief. What was happening?

They laughed again and leaned forward. Their lips met his in a short but sweet kiss. His eyes burst open and his hands trembled a bit. What was happening?!

“I was only hanging out with Izuku-kun to ask him about you. I’m sorry it made you so jealous… but I’m kinda glad so I could do that. I love you too Katsuki.”

He wasn’t sure if at that moment he should kill Deku or you. Either way… at least you were finally his.

The Best/Worst Wingman

Rating: K+

Word Count: 3232

Pairings: White Rose, Bumbleby (background)

Summary: The lesson here is to never take advice from Yang. Even if it works.

Notes: So about that secondary account where I’d upload all my non-LL fics? Eh, forget about it. It didn’t really go anywhere, so I figured: forget it. I don’t write a whole lot of non-LL fics anyway, so I’ll just keep posting them here.

Link: (FFN) | (AO3)

“Hey Weiss.” Yang was laying on the floor of team RWBY’s dorm room, playing around with Zwei. Both Ruby and Blake were out of the room, which left her alone with Weiss. It was the perfect opportunity to relay some important information. “I learned something really important yesterday.”

Weiss sighed and lowered the book she was reading, looking down at Yang. “And what might that be?”

“Someone has a big ol’ crush on Ruby.”

“Huh.” Weiss went right back to reading her book, though she felt less comfortable than before. Who had a crush on Ruby? They had some nerve, thinking they were good enough for her. It was probably some idiot like Jaune, or… or Blake. She knew better than to trust a member of the White Fang.

“In fact…” Yang set Zwei down and moved over towards Weiss, leaning in conspiratorially. “That person is in this group.” Weiss started to blush, getting a sinking feeling that she knew exactly what Yang was talking about. Like hell would she admit it, though.

“Well I hope she and Blake are happy, then.” Despite knowing that Yang could see the blush burning on her face, she kept reading her book and pretending that the truth wasn’t the most obvious thing on the planet. She couldn’t even concentrate on her book. “If that’s all you have to tell me, then please let me continue reading.”

“Oh Weiss, you’re adorable when you’re lying.” She ruffled Weiss’s hair, making her recoil in annoyance. “Between you and me, aliens could see your crush from space.”

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You Like That?

Title: You Like That?

Paring: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,025 (I know it’s long, but it’s worth it) (that’s what He said lol)

Warnings: SMUT!! Hair pulling kink, Praise kink, bondage, dom/sub

Anonymous said: Can you possibly do one where reader and Dean are best friends and he has a thing for her and has secret kinks, and the reader somehow does different things and finds out about all those kinks? Like maybe one could be that he has a hair pulling kink and one day the reader is playing with his hair and tugs it a little and Dean like moans or something

A/N: Anon I hope you’re reading this and liking it! I know some people wanted it in two parts but I just thought it flowed so much better this way. Enjoy!!


Dean whirled around, dumping the bowl of popcorn all over the floor. “Shit Y/N, you scared me.”

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to. What are you up to?” You bent down to help him pick up the popcorn. “I’m super bored and Sam left for the weekend.”

Dean’s eyes dropped to the floor. “I, um, I was going to watch a movie. If you want you can join, gotta make more popcorn though.”

Grabbing Dean’s shoulder to help you up you wiped your hands on your pants before resting them on your hips, “I’ll set it up while you make it.” When Dean didn’t respond you snapped your fingers in his face. “Dean, did you hear me?”

“Huh? Wha-“ Dean’s words were lost as he looked up at you standing over him.

“Did you hear me? I’ll set up the movie while you make more. You okay dude? You’ve been really spacy lately.”

“No, yeah I’m fine, just tired. The movie is by my TV, I’ll be there in a minute or two.”

Dean’s POV

Waiting for Y/N to leave the room you stood up, letting out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Adjusting yourself you headed to the counter, grabbing the bag of microwave popcorn. Dude, keep it together! You gotta stop acting like such a spazz around her!

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anonymous asked:

sentence prompt: I can't believe you actually told a joke right now (LadyNoir, please!)

“I can’t believe you actually told a joke right now,” Chat groaned, even as Ladybug fell apart in his arms. 

They finally had a moment to themselves, where they could do whatever they want, and the love of his life decided to switch careers and become a comedian.

He glared at the shaking sprawl of girl in his lap, both his dreams and libido smothered by each snort of laughter.

“It wasn’t even that funny!” He grumbled, face turning red as she continued to writhe against him. Strike that, the mood might be gone but his body had not gotten the memo. He just hoped she didn’t noti–

“I-It’s too bad I’m Ladybug, huh?”


She sat back, cocking an eyebrow as she smirked at him.

“Because if I was a termite, I’d have a mouth full of wood.”

Chat choked on his own tongue. Needless to say, it was the only tongue he ended up getting that night.

For thiose of you dying to know, the joke she originally said as she sat in his lap was “Have you been eating my Lucky Charms? Because you look Magically Delicious!”

This is the closest you are getting to sin. Deal with it XD and ENJOY!

Fic: The Realities of a Working Mom

A Chris Evans Fanfic

Summary: The realities of a working mom, Natalia knows all too well.
Characters: Chris Evans, Natalia Evans (OFC), Hadley Evans (OFC)
Rating: T
Warnings: Language (as always), very brief and slight angst, and mentions of menstruating
Note: Just a little look into domestic Natris. Thanks for reading :)


With only two more days until winter break, Natalia was in a crunch. Stacks upon stacks of quizzes had laid ungraded for days on her desk before she’d decided to carry them home. Originally, she had set time aside to go through them on Friday night while her teenagers were out with friends and her husband had poker night plans at one of his buddy’s house. But as luck would have it, her youngest Mikey had come down with a terrible fever, and so she’d dedicated her weekend to getting him well enough to finish up the last week of school.

Monday night had been a no-go, as well. She had promised Shanna she’d be at the school to help the drama department on their opening night of How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Tuesday night had started out promising, but as soon as she picked up her red ink pen, Chris had strolled in the den and distracted her with a massage that led to…other activities.

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anonymous asked:

What would happen if you checked out of a public library with a book that Sam desperately needed for a case?

The Book

“You don’t understand, I need her name!” Sam shouted at the elderly man standing behind the library desk. 

“Sir, this is a library and I’m going to have to ask you to stop yelling.” He adjusted his glasses on his nose. 

“I - no, you’re right. I’m sorry.” Sam cleared his throat and shuffled his feet. “But it’s - it’s really important that I get this book.”

“We only have the one copy. It’s an ancient book, you know.” The man tipped his head and raised his eyebrows. 

“Yes. Yes, I know.” Sam huffed. “There’s no way at all you can give me the name of the girl you checked the book out to?” He pleaded. 

“I’m sorry sir, but I’m not at liberty to disclose that information to you.” The man shook his head, locking his eyes on the pile of books in front of him. Sam sighed and turned, trudging back to the ancient and mythology section. 

“Did I hear you’re looking for this?” You sauntered over and laid the book on the table in front of Sam, who was dozing off with his head in his hands.

“Huh? Wha - yes. How did you - why did you - thank you.” He let out a sigh of relief. “You have no idea how much easier this makes my research.” Sam shook his head. 

“What’cha researching?” You pulled out a chair and sat down beside the man who still towered over you, even sitting down. 

“It’s - ah, um - it’s for a paper.” Sam stammered, eyes widening. 

“That’s not what I asked you.” You smirked. “What are you researching?” 

“Uh… this.” Sam flipped to a page near the back of the book and slid it so you could see it without straining.

“Huh. Yeah, that’s what I figured. You don’t look like a student, Sam.” You winked as you said his name.

“How do you-” He started, mouth agape in shock.

“You’re Sam Winchester. Everybody knows who you are. Now are we gonna take this son of a bitch down or what?” You peeled your shirt back at your hip and let the light bounce off the knife that hung in your belt. 

Sam swallowed hard and gave a little nod, his eyes wide. If there was a chance for Sam to ever fall in love again, he knew it’d be with a girl like you - someone strong willed, someone with real knowledge, someone who would keep him in line and take no shit. That day in the library, Sam had never been so thankful for someone checking out the exact book he needed, because it led him to the woman he would spend the rest of his life loving. 

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