wow that was such a great race

First Kiss- Warren x Reader

Request//anon: Xmen prequel imagine where reader is in the friend group with Scott, jean and etc and one night they’re hanging out and talking about things and they start talking about first kisses and reader quickly makes up an excuse to leave the room because she hasn’t kissed anyone before and no one knows except warren, so warren follows her out of the room and they kiss and are all cute??? 

Originally posted by fiddlesticksimagines

“Okay, but first kisses,” Jean says laughing while reaching for another slice of pizza. 

“What about them?” Scott arched an eyebrow under his glasses. 

“Ya know, when, where, who,” she drags out the last one, smirking, 

“the juicy stuff,” Jubilee adds, with a bubbly laugh.

You, Jean, Scott, Kurt, Jubilee, and Warren, were all seated in the very back of the X mansion library, up way past curfew, slowly working your way through two x-large pizzas, and just about every topic of conversation. It was nights like this you lived for, when things seemed perfectly normal, when you could of been mistaken as regular students, not mutants having to cope with the stress of a mission or assignment. 

“I’ll go first, then we can go around the rest of the circle and everyone can say,” Jean smiled. You shifted uncomfortably at the sudden change of topics, fiddling with the worn out lace on your shoe. Your gaze was directed at the floor so you didn’t notice Warren watching you carefully. The truth was you hadn’t had your first kiss yet. It wasn’t a huge deal, but you were still a tad embarrassed. You wanted it to happen, it just hadn’t yet, and not with the right person. 

“Hey I’ll go grab us some more pop,” you suddenly said, pushing yourself off the floor to stand.

“Alright thanks,” Scott grinned without a second thought, as Jean dove into her story. You turned on your heel and made your way the the kitchen, exhaling a long breath of relief, since you got out just before letting everyone know you’d never been kissed.

You opened the stainless steel fridge once you arrived in the kitchen, fishing a few old cans of soda out of the back. You then hopped on the counter, cracking open a can for yourself, deciding you should wait a bit before reentering the library, just to make sure they had changed topics.

You were sipping on your drink and absentmindedly swinging your feet against the cupboards when a sudden voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“Hey,” you looked up to see Warren.

“Hi,” you smiled “why aren’t you back in there dishing out some great stories?”

“Just needed to stretch my legs,” he shrugged, walking over to you. 

“So what’s your great first kiss story?” You asked with a laugh.

“Nothing great,” he reached for a can of soda resting by you, “just a girl I used to know.” You nodded at his words unsure how to respond. He was the only one of all your friends who knew you hadn’t had your first kiss yet. You’d let it slip to him a long time ago while talking. He was super cool about it, not teasing you in the slightest. He took a drink before setting the can down again. “You know this topics gonna come up again, it’s just a matter of time,” he faced you.

“I know,” you groaned in reply, shaking your head, “don’t remind me, it’s so embarrassing.” 

“Hey no,” he corrected you, “it’s totally cool, but if you do want a story, ya know, well…” his voice trailed off and you could see a touch a redness creeping onto his cheeks. You suddenly caught onto his words, and bit your lip, holding back a smile. You hopped off the counter, facing him. He smiled brightly, reaching up the push back a piece of your hair, and began leaning in,

“okay wait-” you stopped him.

“What’s wrong, are you okay?” he looked honestly concerned.

“Ya it’s just, well, what if I’m a shitty kisser?” You shuffled your feet.

“(Y/N),” he laughed, “I can promise you won’t be.”

“Okay, okay,” you chewed your lip for a moment nervously, then quickly leaned into Warren, your lips touching his. He kissed you back instantly, wrapping his hands around your waist, gently pulling you closer. It seemed to last forever, but was honestly just a few seconds before you broke apart. 

“Wow,” he said, taken back.

“What? was it bad? I knew it-”

“No,” he stopped you, “it was good, really good,” he gave your hand, which you didn’t even realize he was holding, a light squeeze. You felt your cheeks grow warm. 

“S-should we rejoin the party?” You finally said, it still felt like your heart was racing.

“In a minuet, it’s nice out here too,” he replied, smiling. You had to agree with that. A story, great pizza, decent soda, and a first kiss, it was nights like this you lived for, the normal ones, the simple ones. 

- I.. You look.. Wow.
- You said you didn’t get me anything.
- Yeah. Obviously I lied. So you’re leaving with Sebastian?
- Yes. And before you say anything
- He seems like a great guy. I tried to find some dirt on him but I couldn’t. Are you excited?
- I am.
- Good. You should be. You deserve something that inspires you, something that makes your heart race.
- I had that.
- I love you.
- What?
- I want to be with you for the rest of time, and that’s exactly what I intend to do, because happily ever after it’s real. And we’re gonna find it, together.
- So you think the fact that you love me, that’s supposed to change things?
- Yeah.
- Do you realize that when I told you that I love you, you told me you don’t do relationships, and you broke up with me?
- You never said you loved me.
- On Christmas. In that letter. The most girly, vulnerable, stupid, pathetic love letter I’ve ever written, and I must have checked that library a thousand goddamn times, and every damn time I hated mys- Why are you smiling right now?
- Because you look like a princess, but you don’t sound like one. Uh I never got that letter. If I- If I had, I never could’ve left.
- But you did. You could have been honest with me, told me the truth, and we could have worked it out together. And now I have a chance to do something great.
- I’m not asking you to stay. I- I want you to stay, or I want to go with you, but I want you to be exactly who you want to be. And I know that being with me’s not easy, but you’d be you’d be bored if it was too easy.
- No. I want easy. Okay? I want comfortable and I want calm. And Sebastian is.
- But he’s not the guy for you. I am.
- I came through the fire and it was so hard, ‘cause I was so in love with you. Jasper, I can’t do it again.
- I know I hurt you. I’m not expecting you to just run back into my arms, but.. if you leave this palace behind, don’t leave us behind. You’re my girl, Princess. And I’m gonna love you no matter what.
—  The Royals (3x10)
Ok consider

Newsies modern au but they’re the school long-form improv troupe that the principal Pulitzer wants to either censor or shut down due to the risqué content that gets brought up in the shows (aka they show real issues high schoolers face,,, wow)

-Jack joined bc Medda (drama and English teacher) saw how quick he was at making up lies about why he didn’t do his homework

-Crutchie will try every extracurricular he can but actually sticks with this one bc he loves performing and also not having to learn stuff

-Davey joins bc he’s terrible at being in front of crowds and this is a lower stress way to do it rather than public speaking class, turns out he’s really good at small but great offers that his scene partner can run with

-Spot and Race are the “loose cannons” bc they either swear a lot when there’s parents in the audience or push how steamy their relationships can get

-Katherine scribes (writes down pre-established relationships so the players don’t forget what they’ve already made up) and runs the bell (starts and ends scenes)

-Sarah runs lighting and pre-show music

-Les goes to all the performances since his other siblings are already there, Medda is supposed to cover his ears if there’s copious swearing but always forgets

-Romeo is usually comedic relief/the 10th player but he’s an absolute beast at incorporating audience ask fors, he can cover like half the list in one scene

-other miscellaneous newsies are in the troupe as well but I’m kinda lazy right now so

-all the weird nicknames came from gags that came up during the performances (ex: Spot had to incorporate the audience ask for of spot the difference puzzles and it accidentally became his entire character)

-also I’m not a writer so if anyone wants to make this a thing/add on go ahead

lost and found iii

bughead fanfiction - chapter three - link to other chapters below - unbeta’d

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“i’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life, 
 but if every single one had to happen 
 to make sure I was right here, 
 right now, to meet you, 
 then I forgive myself for them all.” 
 —K. Towne Jr.

Jughead Jones has always been an observer.

To the town he lives in and the people in it, he was content with being the fly on the wall. Sure, he had small fame for a while over the popularity of his novel two years prior, but as predicted, it dwindled down with time until he was no more than ‘that one author’ who worked at the library.

But there was one thing Jughead observed perhaps more attentively than anything or anyone else—his ex-girlfriend, now roommate, Elizabeth Cooper.

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Sexy Anniversary

A GOT7 Bambam fanfiction

-by Admin Mickey

Warning: Smut

A/N: What’s up sluts, guess who just got out of prison! (not really but it has been a really long time since I’ve posted, srry) Thanks to @bammiesmysoulmate for the request. We had school finals which is why this is going up on Friday instead of Wednesday but summer’s started so wooh. Final note, this is the last request we have (unrelated to the Seventeen series) so make sure to keep sending those in for posts in the middle of the week.

We had been dating for two years, and tonight was our anniversary. BamBam said he had something special for me, and I had spent all day guessing.

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history of the entire world, I guess starters (pt 2)
  • ❛  Wanna get enlightened in the middle of no where ?  ❜
  • ❛  Surprise ! You’re the new Roman Emperor.  ❜
  • ❛  They go north, from the north to the northern north.  ❜
  • ❛  They also invade some other places and get called many names.  ❜
  • ❛  Ok, fair enough.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s actually Germany, but don’t worry about it.  ❜
  • ❛  Christianize all the kingdoms !  ❜
  • ❛  Which brand would you like ?  ❜
  • ❛  Mine’s better.  ❜
  • ❛  Time to conquer England.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s a bird ! It’s a plane ! It’s the Seljuk Turks !  ❜
  • ❛  Yes, I do actually want to do that.  ❜
  • ❛  They did many crusades, some of which almost didn’t fail.  ❜
  • ❛  Look at those mounds.  ❜
  • ❛  I always wondered how to build a town in a cliff.  ❜
  • ❛  I bet that will last a long time.  ❜
  • ❛  Is it Tonga Time ? I think it’s Tonga Time.  ❜
  • ❛  He’s so rich, he’s going on tour to let everyone know.  ❜
  • ❛  Wow, that guy’s rich.  ❜
  • ❛  Please remain Christian, we will check in later to see if you’re still Christian when you least expect.  ❜
  • ❛  Whoops, half of Europe just died.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s kinda like a rebirth.  ❜
  • ❛  So you think you can conquer the Byzantine Empire ?  ❜
  • ❛  Oops, you missed a spot.  ❜
  • ❛  What ? That’s bullshit !  ❜
  • ❛  Well I guess we’ll have to find another way to India.  ❜
  • ❛  said Christopher Columbus, probably smoking crack.  ❜
  • ❛  Nah, don’t worry we already got this.  ❜
  • ❛  So he sails into the ocean, and discovers more ocean.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) wants to make Russia great again.  ❜
  • ❛  Do you sin ?  ❜
  • ❛  Now you can buy your way out of Hell.  ❜
  • ❛  That’s bullshit. This whole thing is bullshit. That’s a scam.   ❜
  • ❛  Here’s 95 reasons why.  ❜
  • ❛  But they pillaged it anyway.  ❜
  • ❛  We gotta start pillaging some stuff.  ❜
  • ❛  Question one: can you get to India through North America ?  ❜
  • ❛  No, but at least there’s beaver.  ❜
  • ❛  That’s not a question.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) and (name) are having a friendly discussion about who should control the entire world.  ❜
  • ❛  More specifically: Ohio.  ❜
  • ❛  ‘Fuck you !’ says America.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s overthrow the palace and cut all their heads off !  ❜
  • ❛  No, don’t.  ❜
  • ❛  Why didn’t we think of this before ?  ❜
  • ❛  Luckily they banished him to an island, but he came back.  ❜
  • ❛  So (name) tried to get them addicted to opium, which worked, actually.  ❜
  • ❛  That’s just where he lives.  ❜
  • ❛  Technology is about to go crazy !  ❜
  • ❛  It’s bad, they decided.  ❜
  • ❛  Well blame something on them and go to war !  ❜
  • ❛  Now we’re in business.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s gonna be a great war, so great we won’t need a second one.  ❜
  • ❛  It just seemed like the right thing to do.  ❜
  • ❛  The economy’s great and it’ll probably be great forever !  ❜
  • ❛  They should probably just deny it.  ❜
  • ❛  Finish him !  ❜
  • ❛  Seems legit.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m going to starve myself in public.  ❜
  • ❛  Wow, that worked ?  ❜
  • ❛  What’s on the menu ?  ❜
  • ❛  They’re having a friendly debate over which economic system is good and which one is an evil virus of satan.  ❜
  • ❛  They both have atom bombs.  ❜
  • ❛  Fight ! wait, no that would be the end of the world.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s just keep it cool and spy on each other instead.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll race you to space !  ❜
  • ❛  That might keep happening.  ❜
  • ❛  I bet they’ll remember that.  ❜
  • ❛  Wanna learn everything ?  ❜
  • ❛  Whoops, the economy just crashed.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t worry the big banks won’t fail because they’re not supposed to.  ❜
  • ❛  Surprise ! Flying robots ! With bombs !  ❜
  • ❛  Wanna print a brain ?  ❜
  • ❛  Some people have no friends.  ❜
  • ❛  Some people have no food.  ❜
  • ❛  The globe is warming and the ocean is full of plastic.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s save the planet !  ❜
  • ❛  By the way, where the hell are we ?  ❜
The Diary of Mr. & Mrs. Ackles

TITLE:  The Diary of Mr. & Mrs. Ackles

PAIRING:  Jensen x Reader


WARNING:  Fluffiness and Jensen singing (if that’s a warning)

SUMMARY:  Follow the story of Supernatural star, Jensen Ackles and his pop star wife, [Your Name] Ackles as they deal with the pressures of fame and being newly married. As told through their point of viewsYou think you know, but you have no idea…this is The Diary of Mr. and Mrs. Ackles.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:  This is strictly for fictional purposes only.  Any real life people mentioned that are portrayed in a negative light is not how I feel.  Just pretend they’ve been naughty.

SONG USED:  Leather and Lace -Stevie Nicks & Don Henley




I just arrived in New York to surprise my wife during her show. She actually believed that I was staying back in Vancouver filming the next episode for Supernatural.   Truth is that I finished filming my scenes early and hopped on the first flight out.  When I FaceTimed her earlier, it was just a decoy to throw her off.

I couldn’t let my wife have her first headlining tour without me being there to support her.  She’s worked too damn hard for this, and I couldn’t be more proud of her.

It had been about an hour since the show has started, but I was on my way there now. The taxi picked me up from the airport and brought me straight to the arena. When I got out,Y/N’s manager, Eric, met up with me.

“Hey, Jensen.” He greeted me with a handshake.  “How’s it going?”

“It’s going good. I’m glad I made it on time.  How is everything?” I asked as we headed into the venue.  I couldn’t help, but notice the stares and giggles coming from the people we passed on the way.

“Man, the show is going fantastic.  Everything is running so smoothly.  Y/N was made for this.”  I smiled at his words.  I always knew the potential my wife had.  How unbelievably talented she was.  “She’s going to love this, Jensen. She doesn’t even have a clue that you’re coming.”

“Yeah?”  I turned to Eric, who just nodded in response, before walking over to a guy, who looked like a guitar tech, and whispered in his ear.

He was then handed an acoustic and walked back over to me.

“So, how is she?”  I grabbed the guitar from Eric and shoving the strap over my head, subconsciously giving it a tune.

“Why don’t you take a look for yourself.” Eric patted me on the back, and we walked out further.  He then pointed to the stage, where I see my beautiful wife standing in front a huge crowd.

She completely took my breath away, looking like an angel.  God, how much I love this woman. I waited for my cue, as she began to speak to the audience.

“How you feeling tonight, New York?”  She asked and the crowd went wild.  They absolutely love her as much as I do.   "Wow, y’all are crazy.“  They screamed louder.  "Beautiful crazy, though.”  She smiled, removing a strand of her hair from her face.  “Thank you.  Thank you so much.”  She nodded, before just standing there and taking it all in.  I watched as gave a few small waves and blew some kisses.  “Well,” she cleared her throat, placing the mic back up to her lips, “this next song is one of my favorite songs on my new album, Love Uncontrollably. I wrote this song for a very special person in my life. My wonderfully amazing husband, Jensen Ackles.”  The crowd screamed. “I don’t know if you know him.  He’s on this show about saving the world from monsters and stuff.”  She giggled at her own joke, as the crowd’s screams seem to get louder. “But he inspired me to write this song. So here it is.”  

The beginning chords of the song begin, and I recognized it immediately.

I remember when she recorded this song. The perfectionist in her never let me hear it until the song was completed. I don’t mean to sound like a complete sap, but when I heard the song for the first time, it nearly brought tears to my eyes. No one had ever done that for me before. Expressed how they felt in more than just words.  It was beautiful.  It was also my favorite song on her album as well.  Maybe I’m just being biased.  I don’t know.

The song was near ending and she still hadn’t notice that I was here.  I took that as my cue and started to make my way to the stage.  Her back was still turned to me, but the crowd quickly noticed my appearance.  I placed my finger up to my lips, casually letting them know not to blow my cover.  Sliding the guitar behind my back, I wrapped my hands around her waist, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin.  She quickly turned around and she finally saw me. The look on her face was priceless.  It was of shock and disbelief.

“Jens?!”  She screamed quickly embracing me in a hug, and I squeezed her tight.  She then pulled back, grabbing my face in her hands.  “What… baby what are you doing here?”

My thumb wiped the stray tear that fell from her eye, and I leaned forward to place my lips on hers.  God, I missed my wife so fucking much.

I pulled away from her still shocked expression, holding onto her hand and walking over to her mic stand.

“Hey New York, how’s it going?”  I said giving a slight nod, as the crowd went wild. “Thank you.  Thank you. I know you guys are wondering what I’m doing here.” I turned to Y/N, who was practically on the verge of sobbing as her hand was covering her mouth.  "Well, I couldn’t let my beautiful wife, here, have her very first headlining tour without me here at her very first show.  I also wanted to tell her in person, how proud that I am of her, and that I love her more than anything.“  I turned to give her hand a small squeeze, then followed by a wink.  I then heard the crowd ‘aww’.  I quickly turned my attention back to the audience.  “I was also wondering, if you’d mind a small impromptu duet.  Is that ok?”  That seemed to drive the crowd even wilder.  “Is that a yes?”  I turned to my wife, and she nodded, still completely speechless.  “I think that’s a yes.”

As they began to set us up, I pulled Y/N to my side, hugging her close.  She then looked up at me with those beautiful Y/E/C, before I leaned down and pecked her nose.

With her hand still in mine, I walked her over to the two chairs that were now set up for us.  She sat in her seat, with her mic and I sat on mine, when I was handed a mic.

“Ok, so this is completely unrehearsed. So I’m apologizing for any fuck ups tonight.”  I laughed, and everyone laughed with me.  I looked over at my wife, who was smiling at me, and I felt my whole heart swell.  I gave her another wink, and began to play the chords of our favorite song.  But then I stopped, speaking up again.  “Little known fact about this song.  It was the first song we’d danced to and the first song we danced to at our wedding.”  The crowd screamed.  “Put that in your fucking magazine.”  I said, causing the crowd to laugh again.  “I love you, sweetheart.”

"I Love you more.”  Y/N finally said, and I just shook my head.

“Not possible.”  I gave her a smirk, and started playing the first chords of the song.

Is love so fragile?”  Y/N began to sing.  “And the heart so hollow.  Shatter with words.  Impossible to follow.  You’re saying I’m fragile.   I try not to be.  I search only for something I can’t see.”  She looked over at me, smiling as she took in the words.  “Still I carry this feeling.  When you walked into my house.  That you won’t be walking out the door.”

It was true.  This was the first song we’d ever dance to.  Long before Y/N and I started dating, we had been friends for awhile, meeting through Jared.  At the time I was seeing my ex, and she was dating the biggest douche-wheel on the planet.  But one night, four years ago, she was reeling from a broken heart and so was I.  A night of drinking at Jared’s lead us to this song which lead us to this moment here.

Y/N stood up from her seat and walked over to me, singing the chorus.  “Lovers forever face to face.  My city your mountains. Stay with me stay.  I need you to love me.  I need you today.  Give to me your leather.  Take from me my lace.”  I cupped my jaw, running her thumb across my cheekbone, and I melted into her touch.

I licked my lips, before standing to my feet, before her.  “You in the moonlight.  With your sleepy eyes.  Could you ever love a man like me?”  I was then taken back to that night four years ago.  Her arms wrapped around me, as I looked down into those beautiful Y/E/C of hers.  That was the night that I realized how much I needed Y/N in my life.  “And you were right.  When I walked into your house.  I knew I’d never want to leave.  Sometimes I’m a strong man.  Sometimes cold and scared.  And sometimes I cry.  But that time I saw you.  I knew with you to light my nights.  Somehow I’d get by.”

She smiled, as I leaned my forehead against hers as we sang the chorus together.  

Lovers forever face to face.  My city your mountains.  Stay with me stay.  I need you to love me.  I need you today.  Give to me your leather.”  She then sang.  “Take from me my lace.  But take from me my lace.  Take from me my lace.”

As the song ended, the crowd went wild, and I could care less.  My beautiful wife was in my arms.  As she smiled up at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, I pressed my lips against hers several times, letting her know how much I loved her.

When we finally  broke away, I spoke into the mic again. “Thank you so much, New York.  I appreciate you giving me your time.  But I’m gonna turn you back over to your regularly scheduled program.”  I smiled, giving a wave.  “Have a good night.  And I hope y’all enjoy the rest of the show.” I pulled Y/N in for another hug and kissing her forehead.

“Wow,” I heard Y/N say as I began to walk off stage, “that was surreal.  Did that just really happen?  I’m…shocked.  Isn’t he a great husband, you guys?” She asked and the crowd went nuts.  “Whew,” she breathed into the mic, “I don’t know how I’m even going to finish the show now.  My heart’s racing so fast.  My husband ladies and gentlemen.”


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i love d*ar ev*n h*nsen but it isn’t… revolutionary in the way that the great c*met is… i know representation of mental illness is important regardless of race and stuff but WOW another white boy with crippling anxiety and depression? that’s crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! never seen it before…………

and he ends up falling in love with the generic white girl? :O crazy!

plus i saw someone say that you will be found sounded like a christian worship song that you sing in youth group or something and i can’t stop thinking about that SJDFJSDFJ

Fuck, Marry, Kill?

So the other day I posted this idea and I thought, “What the hell, I’ll just write it myself.” Anyone is still open to write their own variation of the idea I have no problem with that. So without further ado.

Summary: Fuck, Marry, Kill? Delirious can answer that, can’t he? What could a stupid question like that have as consequences?

ao3 link here

Sitting at his computer with shaking hands, Delirious looked over the message for about the hundredth time. Once he pressed publish, there was no going back.

“Going to do a Reading Your Comments video! Send me your things as #H2Ohmygoshlook”

It wasn’t the implications that it meant, though that scared him too, it was more of he already knew what question he’d get over and over and over.

The majority would spam him on his absence of a face reveal.

But after finding a little tag (Courtesy of Cartoonz) called WeloveH2o, Delirious was so flattered that he decided it was time to try and do something out of the ordinary. All he had to do was click submit.


All he had to do.

This one thing.

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Zodiac As Cliche Movie Tropes
  • Aries: girl is pissed at her parents and rides an injured/hopeless horse in rebellion and wins a race
  • Taurus: lazy unemployed guy with a sense of humor and a heart of gold
  • Gemini: "that's not my dream, dad.... it's yours"
  • Cancer: character killed off to fuel man angst OR protagonist of YA dystopian film
  • Leo: supervillain who reveals plan to captured superhero and ends up failing because of it
  • Virgo: chaotic neutral 90's movie hacker
  • Libra: "wow.... you... you look great"
  • Scorpio: shady morally grey leader who hides important information from everyone but overall has good intentions
  • Sagittarius: teenage coming-of-age protagonist who seeks adventure and ends up falling in love with a manic pixie dream girl
  • Capricorn: edgy, sharp minded femme fatale with no emotions
  • Aquarius: first to die, probably someone's sister
  • Pisces: manic pixie dream girl that sagittarius falls in love with
Can we please talk about Supergirl tonight...

It was another Olsen episode and I loved it!!! It was literally representation matters for a whole hour. Guardian saved a lady and she was more afraid of him then her muggers (wow). The young boy seeing a hero that looks like him (for the most part). Two people who came from different planets but, have a shared experience (please feel free to unpack). Most importantly a connection that goes beyond skin color without negating skin color. Also, Hank directly mentored James. PLUS - a whole race of aliens full of melanin… Great Episode

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Lilium Part 1

Part 2 Part 3

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Genre: angst, smut, slight fluff?
Word Count: 11,989 I’m so sorry ;_;

Summary: Yoongi’s moving out of the country, and he’s leaving you with a parting gift that’s going to change your life forever. 

A/N: So this is part one to a new fic I’m writing! I hope you all enjoy, and please anticipate part two!

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Early Summer, 2012

When you told Yoongi that you needed to talk, the last thing you expected to be doing was scouring his bedroom for your missing panties.


Plucking the lacy garment off of the lamp shade, you quickly shimmy back into them. How they got there in the first place was a mystery to you. But once you pull on your pants, you turn to look at Yoongi, now covered fully by a pair of sweats and t-shirt sitting at the edge of the bed twiddling his thumbs.

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Update Nyarlathotep and Meowleister

You may have seen the wonderful box that Narly (aka Nyarlathotep) and Meowleister arrived in a few weeks ago.  Well, Narly was here for a spa and some eye painting, and Meowleister was in for restuffing and surface cleaning.  Here are their before photos:

Meowleister only had surface cleaning, but Narly took a bubble bath:

Meowleister got restuffed and chubbiness approved:

Then Narly had some little wounds stitched, and a heart put in (it matched his outer colors and was dark, so I thought it was appropriate):

His person approved his chubbiness:

His person wrote: “Ha ha yup! Looks like he’s had a good meal of non-believers! I like it! “

Then it was time to fix up his vision:

Seeing 20/20 again and feeling great, the duo flew home to their person and the snails (yes, they come from the same family as the racing snails a few years back).

Their family wrote:

Meowleister and Narly just got home! Wow are they fat and squishy again! Narlys eyes look so much better now and Meowleister doesn’t look like he’s been dumpster diving anymore. I can’t tell you how happy I am and how nice it is to have these two troublemakers back home!They’re going on the bed tonight in their respective places and they’ll never have to worry about dumb roommates throwing them ever again. Once again thanks Dr Beth! I’ll most likely be in touch with you again soon!

Company - Part 8

Summary: You’re the new forensic scientist at CCPD and have to share the laboratory with Barry Allen for a while. The thought of that doesn’t please him too much, but that’s only until he meets you.

Pairings: Barry Allen x female reader

Word count: 1481

A/N: Next part is finally here with lots of date fluff! I hope you all enjoy it. Let me know what you think and what you expect for next part! Also thank you to everyone saying nice things and asking me for the next parts, it really means a lot ♥

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12


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Wrong Number


Author Ladyoftheteaandblood

Fluffy oneshot Tom and OC

I can’t tell you how annoying it is to have to change your bloody mobile phone number. All the texting people with 

“Hi it’s Megan, this is my new number” and the texts back

 “Who?” All the explaining and shit, as to the why, you did it.
Anyway it’s done now and the reason I had to do it, may just have fallen off a cliff!
What I wasn’t prepared for was weird texts from unknown person, which started the day after I got it.
“Hi so bloody bored can I come home now?”
I ignored the first one and let it pass; some poor sod texting away had hit a wrong number. Two hours later the next one came in,
“Shit, if I’m asked one more time how a guy from England can play a guy from  America, I will have to kill someone, somebody please ask me something new”
Again I ignored it, strange person would work it out when they had no reply. Five hours later and late at night
“Hey you ignoring me, have I upset you?”
This time I felt I should answer it seemed mean not to,
“Hi you are texting the wrong number, I have no idea who you are” send
“OK what did I do this time” came the reply

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: The Advent Ball

7.5k words, G rated

By @xoruffitup

When Albus and Scorpius hear that two fourth year boys are going to the Advent Ball together, their minds start racing with all sorts of wild new possibilities. Could they go together too? Is it still Scorpius’ dream to spend an evening with Rose? And how do you even get over the terrifying hurdle of asking your best friend to a dance? 

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imma-lick-sehun-all-over  asked:

Kags one accidently hurts yama while practice so he treats him extra carefully and now yama's all like "wow tsukki isn't kageyama so great!" "tsukki isn't kageyama so nice!" "tsukki isn't kageyama ..." Etc basically tsukki gets jealous

“Yamaguchi are you ok?! I-” Kageyama cuts off his apology upon seeing that no, Tadashi was not ok, and there was actually no way he could reply. “Shit.”

Kageyama blames Hinata. It was his idea to race, and had sped ahead without warning. He was only trying to catch up. How was he supposed to know Tadashi would walk out of his classroom door right as he ran past it? He didn’t know he had cleaning duty. It’s all Hinata’s fault.

And now Tadashi is laying on the ground in the doorway of class 4, blood flowing out of his mouth.

“I– I’m fine, Kageyama-kun, I just bit my cheek…” Tadashi mumbles, trying to stand, but Kageyama pushes him down.

“No, you should sit,” Kageyama insists, kneeling down and pushing Tadashi back to sit on the ground. “Did you hit your head?”

“N- No, I’m fine–”

“Are you sure?”


“Let me see your mouth.”

Tadashi flushes, his eyes widening, but he can do nothing but comply as Kageyama lifts a hand and gently pries his lips open, shifting closer to inspect the inside of his mouth with a concentrated look set on his face.

Kageyama bites his lip, seeing the blood gushing out of a spot on the flesh of Tadashi’s mouth. “You bit your cheek pretty hard…”

“No, mouths just bleed more than other body parts. I’m fine, really, Kageyama-kun, now we should get to practice…”

This time, Kageyama doesn’t refuse, and stands quickly, offering a hand to his team mate before he could get up on his own. Tadashi takes it gently, and Kageyama pulls him up before letting go of his hand and straightening his ruffled clothes.

“I’m really sorry. Dumbass Hinata–”

“It’s fine, I know,” Tadashi giggles lightly, covering his mouth. “I saw him run past. I should have known you were right behind, really. So I’m sorry as well.”

This doesn’t seem to satiate Kageyama, however. “You got hurt, though…”

“Ah, I’ve had worse, so it’s no big deal.” Tadashi says, waving a dismissive hand. “Let’s go. We’ll be late.”

Kageyama follows Tadashi dumbly, his words still stuck in his mind as they head to the gym. “Ah, I’ve had worse, so it’s no big deal.” Who hurt Tadashi? Was it a family member? Bullies? Tsukishima? When had he been hurt worse? As they enter the changing room, greeted by teammate’s grinning faces, and as Sugawara starts to fuss about the blood on Tadashi’s lip, Kageyama makes himself a promise.

He was going to protects Yamaguchi Tadashi.

- - -

“Here, Yamaguchi, you forgot this.”

“Oh, I was just going back to get it! Thank you!” Tadashi takes his jersey from Kageyama with a smile, and turns back to Tsukishima with a smile as Kageyama jogs away. “Isn’t Kageyama-kun so nice?”

Tsukishima hums. He has noticed Kageyama acting different; only around Tadashi, though, and that fact bothers him. “He seems as pretentious and rude as always to me.”

Tadashi laughs. “He’s acting different, though…“

Tsukishima rolls his eyes. Sometimes Tadashi can be oblivious.

- - -

“Kageyama-kun is so sweet, isn’t he?” Tadashi asks Tsukishima, taking a small bite from the ice cream cone Kageyama had bought him after practice. “He’s been treating me to treats all week, and he’s been spending a lot of time with me. He’s nice, if you get to spend some time with him.”

Tsukishima scoffs. “Sure.”

“He is! I don’t get why you two don’t get along…”

Tadashi pouts, and Tsukishima rolls his eyes. “Some people just don’t like each other.”

- - -

“Hey, isn’t Kageyama-kun–”

“Cool? Amazing? Nice? Sweet?”

Tadashi’s puffs out his cheeks and frowns. “Are you mocking me, Tsukki?”

“No. Moreso him, really,” Tsukishima says, not looking up from his book. “He’s not all that, no matter if you believe it or not.”

“But he’s been so nice–”

“As of late, yes, but when is ‘nice’ going to become overbearing, Tadashi?” Finally, Tsukishima looks up, shooting Tadashi a pointed, sharp look. He raises an eyebrow. “You know he’s flirting with you, right?”

Tadashi sputters. “F- Flirting?! No way! He’s just being nice,”

“And he has no reason to be.”

“What? No, he does, he’s just making up for running into me–”

“He ran into you?”

“Well, yeah…The other day, when I came in with a bloody mouth, it was because he ran into me. Don’t you remember?..”

“I was at a dentist appointment?..”

“Oh yeah…”

“Whatever. Not like it matters, anyway…” Tsukishima sighs. “I just…Don’t like it, is all.”

“Oh, really?” Tadashi grins. “Why’s that, Tsukki?”

“No reason. Shut up.” Tsukishima flushes. “Shut up,”

“Tsukki, are you jealous~?”

“I’m not,”

“You are!” Tadashi grins. “Tsukki’s jealous~”

“I’m– I’m not,” Tsukishima tries to insist. “It’s lame to be jealous.”

Tadashi snickers. “Sounds like you.”

Kei growls. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, nothing!” Tadashi laughs. “Nothing.”

Tadashi smiles, and hides his face in his hands. He didn’t mind at all that his best friend was jealous. Maybe he’d aught to talk about Kageyama more…