you all really need to watch the thick of it

You found me - Moriarty x reader

Originally posted by thisiswhoiamlikemeornot

AN: Requested by @ohyesmarvel, ly darlin! I hope you like it, idk if it’s okay or not, if you don’t I’ll write something else for ya, love. 

Summary: He’s alive?!

Word count: 1,333

Warnings: A little depressing at the beginning, warning to those who may get triggered by the talk of suicide/death. Happier ending. Pretty fluffy. Some strong language.

After Jim Moriarty’s death, you’re life changed completely. You couldn’t live in the flat anymore because it reminded you too much of him. You were lucky enough to never be identified as Jim Moriarty’s flatmate so when you left you were free to do you pleased.

You bought a smaller flat with some emergency money that Moriarty always had at hand for you whenever you needed it, and you started over. 

It was hard. 

At first it was so hard you didn’t know if you could do it. You didn’t know if life was worth it if Jim Moriarty wasn’t in it with you. He always kept you on your toes, he made life exciting, he made it scary, he made it unpredictable and he made it worth a thousand life times. 

You knew this all sounded so cheesy, so cliché, and so sweet but it was far from it. Jim was far from it. 

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Tell Her, Dude

Hey, @hchano 
I’ve heard you like Ladrien and supportive bros? I hope you’ll like this then.


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“Great job, Chaton,” Ladybug stood proudly after their customary fist bump on a top of the Eiffel Tower, her sight focused somewhere in the city, a soft smile playing on her lips. Yet it didn’t reach her eyes for some reason, her mind obviously occupied by something else, something way more important than her lovesick partner by her side. Even her fighting today was a little distracted, Chat noted. Something was definitely bothering his Lady. Maybe, he should…

“I have to go now,” Ladybug added, breaking his train of thought, her eyes still focused on the place Chat Noir suspected he knew very well. “Would you take care of Nino?”

“Sure.” Chat tilted his head to a side. A light smirk played on his lips as he wondered, “What’s the rush, my Lady? You didn’t use your Lucky Charm on your second transformation. Stay. We’ll get rid of him—“ he playfully glanced into Nino’s direction, “—and will hang out for a while. Paris is especially beautiful at night, you know. Not that it compares to you in any way but-”

At his enthusiasm Ladybug only rolled her eyes and prepared to depart. “As much as it’s fun to hang out with you, Chat, I have a boyfriend with whom I need to talk today. Just take care of Nino and I’ll see you at the patrol tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. No problem. You go. I’ll take care of everything,” Chat sadly sighed, looking after her disappearing into the night figure. “But your boyfriend isn’t home, my Lady,” he added almost silently. “He’s here, watching you fly away-”

“Dude!”

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[PART TWO] Sex with Shawn includes...
  • Getting to make love in luxury hotel suites all around the world when your schedules sync up and Shawn can fly you to where he is
  • His friends teasing him whenever he bails on plans [ “Oh, right. Y/N must be there.” and “Whatever, man. Go on, get yours. We get it.” ]
  • Finding secluded spots to park the Jeep and fucking hard in the back seat
  • Scheduling Skype sex dates
  • And touching yourself to the sound of his heavy breathing and the sight of his flushed cheeks on the screen
  • Always flying first class and getting away with jerking him off beneath the little blanket you’ve draped across his lap
  • And giggling into the sleeve of his shirt when he whimpers a bit too loudly at your touch
  • Creating elaborate plans for how you’ll get in and out of the drug store without paparrazi seeing you with condoms
  • Asking the producers to take a 15 minute break so you can suck his dick in the recording booth
  • Shawn promising you orgasms in exchange for little accomplishments
  • Him saying, “Get an A on that Calc homework and I’ll make you cum twice. Any way you want,” right before he drops you off in front of the Student Center
  • Shawn laying down the ground rules for when he’s travelling
  • “I guess you can touch yourself if you really need to…”
  • “…but there’s no cumming without permission, baby.”
  • Because, after all, “It’s still my pussy. Even when I’m away.”
  • Calling him on the nights when you don’t think you can hold back and you need a release, right then, right there
  • And him making you beg him over the line before he relents
  • Riding his thick thigh as you lay on top of him in his tour bus bunk
  • And watching in awe as the sensation of your movements adds to the bus’ rocking motion and makes him cum, too; ruining yet another pair of boxers…
  • Shawn asking if he can give you head randomly, like when you’re watching Netflix and eating popcorn on the couch
  • Being reminded how good you taste, how tight you feel and how wet you get via text on a regular basis
  • And reminding Shawn how good he tastes, how big he is and how you never want to be with anybody else ;)

theactualmedusa  asked:

Can you pretty please write a PJO Hogwarts AU? And can I choose the houses? I'm going to list my house choices but you of course do not have to stick with them. Nico: Slytherin Percy: Gryffindor Jason: Gryffindor Reyna: Slytherin Hazel: Hufflepuff Frank: Hufflepuff Will: Hufflepuff Annabeth: Ravenclaw Piper: (I honestly don't know. You choose) Leo: Gryffindor And solangelo of course. Please? *puppy dog eyes*

Your wish has been granted in the middle of me studying for my exams.

(This will also be posted on my AO3)


“Ugh, this tie sucks,” Nico groaned, looking over at his two roommates, Reyna and Piper. They had, after talking to the headmaster, been allowed to share a room. Nico felt very uncomfortable with the other boys (mainly because they thought he was a freak) and his only friends from the house were Reyna and Piper. So, now, in their fifth year, they got the permission to share a dorm.

Reyna looked up. “It looks good on you, Nico. You’re way better than me at tying them, that’s for sure.”

“You guys, if we don’t get going soon, there’s no chance we’ll be able to eat breakfast before our first class,” Piper said from the door, eyeing her two roommates, one of which was straightening out their tie and the other one looking for their shoes. Her expression changed from a serious one to a wide grin. “And besides, there’s always something you can look at in the Great Hall, isn’t there?”

Nico scoffed, but couldn’t stop the faintest blush to spread over his pale cheeks. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Reyna adopted the same grin as Piper as she pulled on her shoes, having finally found them under her dresser. “Suuure, so there isn’t a certain Hufflepuff you have your eyes on?”

“No. Leave me alone.” And with that, Nico marched out of their room, past Piper and out of the Slytherin Common Room.

As he made his way towards the Great Hall alone, he let his thoughts wander. How dare they assume that he liked anyone in Hufflepuff? Well, of course he liked someone there - his sister Hazel and her boyfriend Frank - but that wasn’t important right now. He did not have a crush on anyone. Not since the admire-crush thing he had on one of his friends in second grade. He was done with romance already. No one would want a freak who happened to think that necromancy was cool. Especially not perfect blond guys with the bluest eyes in the world that helped out in the hosp- no, he was not going there with his thoughts. Not now.

He walked into the Great Hall and started to look for his friends. After each Welcome-back-to-school party, the house tables got switched out with smaller tables so that the students could sit with whoever they wanted to. Nico, with his ‘friend’ group being spread across all the houses, this was definitely an advantage for them.

At one of the tables close to the left wall, he saw Percy sitting with Annabeth and Leo and he started to walk towards them, also minding the tables around them to see who sat there.

“Hey, Nico,” Percy greeted him as he sat down and got a glass of apple juice, not really having much of an appetite like usual.

“Hey,” Nico mumbled. Then he noticed the faint bags under his friend’s eyes. “Wait, you actually stayed up last night and got your homework done? Since when?”

“Since Annabeth forced me to. We stayed in the library until it closed and then we went to her common room. I fell asleep after 11:30.” He ended his explanation with a big yawn. “And I’m not happy about it.”

Reyna and Piper joined them, followed by Hazel, Frank and Jason. “Of course you’re not. You don’t like homework,” Reyna said before focusing his attention on Nico. “You have to eat. Remember the last time you ‘forgot’ to eat both dinner and breakfast in a row?”

Nico grimaced. He had passed out in the hallway and been brought to the hospital wing where he woke up to find a student looking after him rather than Madam Pomfrey. That was an experience he would rather not repeat again, so he helped himself to a small bowl of cereal. “Happy?”

“Very,” a familiar voice said behind him. Nico turned around and almost knocked his goblet over, glaring at the person standing behind him. Of course it was him. Will Solace. The boy who had taken care of him in the hospital wing more times that he liked to admit.

“You really have to eat breakfast Nico, or else you’ll pass out again. You’re already almost too skinny and you really don’t need to drop any more weight,” Will said, looking down at him.

Nico sent a death glare back in return. “I didn’t ask for you to stick your nose into my friend’s conversation.”

Will crossed his arms. “Well, I didn’t ask for you to be such an idiot about your health either, but funnily you are one anyways.”

The Seven and Reyna watched as Will and Nico continued to bicker, eventually drawing the attention of the people sitting at nearby tables as well. They all could feel the thick sexual tension between the boys and a couple girls sitting at almost the other end of the hall yelled, “Can you two just kiss and get over it?”

Nico’s head whipped up to glare at the yeller before stomping out of the Great Hall with a dark blush covering his face and shadows making a small trail behind him.

Will looked after him with an equally dark blush before joining his friends at some other table.

Later, when the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins had Herbology together, Nico avoided Will at all costs. He couldn’t have a crush on the stupid blond. Not after Percy. No. Nope. Nix. Nada. He was done with romance and Will probably couldn’t stand him. He was just a creepy freak that had always been able to manipulate shadows, bones and ghosts to some degree. It was connected to dark magic in people’s minds and many stayed away from him. Not that he minded, people just wasn’t his thing. Period.

Problem was, Will didn’t seem to want to avoid Nico. No, that idiot walked up to where Nico was working with Hazel and asked if they could talk privately after the class was over. Nico reluctantly agreed, even if he knew Will was just going to make fun of him and his sexuality. But deep inside, Nico knew that Will wasn’t the type of person to do that. So why the heck did he want to talk to Nico then?

Queen of the Blacktop [I]

Park Chanyeol x OC

Words: 4083

Genre: Fluff, eventual smut

a/n- In honor of reaching 500 followers and it being PCY’s birthday month I decide to jump the gun and post my first EXO fic. Please go easy on me. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do! Be sure to let me know your thoughts, sprinkles! xX

Dusk had already begun to break over Seoul, the street lights humming as they brought the city to life. Instead of the streets emptying, people began to fill the sidewalks even more. Crowds of night crawlers flitted about the train laughing and carrying on conversations fueled by hopes and bright expectations for what their evenings had in store for them. The dark haired girl in the back went unnoticed by most, her black hood pulled up and over her head to shield her from the hustle and bustle of the city waking up from its nocturnal slumber. Music filled her ears with a loud, angry tempo, baby metal getting her into the mindset needed for tonight’s festivities.

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switched.

“You sure this is a good idea?”

“Seeing as Magnus can’t make a portal, I’d say we have to.”

They were all outside, standing at the entrance to Alicante. Isabelle, Simon, Alec, Magnus—Max and Rafe were staying with Mayrse in Alicante until Magnus got better—the Blackthorns, Aline, Emma, and Kit. Everyone was shivering in the chilly air, uncommon for the summer in Alicante, but waiting patiently nevertheless. A warlock was meant to come and make them a portal for them to go back to the New York Institute, and then to Los Angeles for the Blackthorns, but he hadn’t turned up yet.

Simon looked around at all of them. The effects of the last few days was clearly shown on their faces. Magnus looked pale and thinner than usual, and grief was written over everyone’s faces. The shock that followed the fire-message that Simon had received was impossible to describe. Robert—dead? It wasn’t a possibility that he could have ever imagined. He had thought at the time he’d never be able to explain this to Izzy, who’s relationship with her father had strengthened so much over the last few years, to explain that her father was dead?

He didn’t have to. She had ripped the note from his numb fingers, seeing the expression on his face, probably panicking about her brother and Magnus—they’d all known he was ill—but she had instead received the news of her father death. He remembered with terrible clarity, the look on Izzy’s face when she’d dropped the note and started to weep in the middle of their kitchen. It was the worst feeling in the world.

Snapping back to the present, Simon watched the group all turn to see a dark red skinned warlock walk around the corner. His mind immediately supplied “Darth Maul”. God, he really needed to stop geeking out at the most inappropriate moments.

“Are you Daernus Cael?” Julian questioned, his voice determined but eyes distant from the rest of his body, as if he were in a completely different place to here. Simon supposed he was. Simon himself had experienced a family going through the loss of a little kid, and he definitely had not wanted to experience it again, but here he was.

“Yes.” The warlock answered with a thick accent that was hard to place. He looked over at Magnus and nodded to him, as a sign of respect or greeting Simon didn’t know. Magnus nodded back, albeit a bit slower. Their little crowd parted as to let the warlock work on a portal out of the main entrance of Alicante. He’d come by recommendation from one of the council members—Simon couldn’t remember who—as there weren’t any other warlocks that were capable of creating a portal at the moment, even Magnus. He remembered the tight grip that Izzy had placed on him when they’d seen Alec, grey-faced and wan, drooped near Magnus’s unconscious body in Mayrse’s house.

Izzy was in fact gripping his hand tightly now, whether to reassure herself or him he didn’t know. The warlock had taken a step back to finish his handy work, and Simon stepped forward closer to Isabelle. “You okay to go back to New York?” He asked in a low voice, squeezing her hand. She nodded, her dark eyes turned up to his, and then taking a deep reassuring breath and relaxing. He gave her a small smile, let go of her hands, and turned around, only to bump straight into Daernus. The warlock let something clatter out of his fingers, onto the floor. “Here, let me get that,” Simon said apologetically, before Daernus had the chance to say anything. He picked up what seemed to be a blue pendant hung on a chain, like a necklace. He closed his hand around it and felt a sudden warmth rush through his body, and then Daernus was snatching the necklace back, his face creased in annoyance. Weird.

Then he was turning to the others, and announcing that they should make their way through the deep deep blue portal, two at a time at most, in his deep gravelly voice. Alec and Magnus went first, Magnus leaning on the former for support. They vanished in the swirl of shadows. After that came Helen and Aline, holding hands as they entered the portal. Simon wasn’t too sure what was happening with their exile, but it seemed they’d been let off the hook for now, considering Livia’s death. Next went a couple of the Blackthorns, Emma and Kit, Cristina and then finally Simon and Isabelle.

He felt a little more nervous than usual, going into a portal made by a warlock he didn’t know. He brushed it off as false superstitions, then took Izzy’s hand and led her to the portal.

Right before they stepped into the blue, sucking whirlpool, he heard the warlock say behind him: “Enjoy your trip.” Simon turned to say thank you, but stopped short when he caught sight of Daernus’s face. It was twisted into a horrible smile, but before Simon could yell at his fiancée to stop, to not go through, she had pulled him in and he felt the free falling sensation of the portal, and everything went black.

It felt different. It felt… wrong. He couldn’t call out to anyone in the abyss, couldn’t keep his hold on Izzy’s hand, and it felt as if he were being torn violently away from the world, which was a very wrong sensation indeed, and then he was falling, falling without Isabelle, and he needed to it to stop, he needed the world to……

- - -

Simon woke with a start, and jerked his body into a sitting position straight away. He felt groggy, his head was hammering, and his couldn’t concentrate.

Where was he?

He looked around blearily, and realised he was in an alley. Why was he in an alley? The the memories hit him fast and hard all at once. He stood bolt upright, winced when his head throbbed, and leaned one hand against the alley wall.

The warlock… the warlock that was supposed to have sent them to New York… had sent him here. Alone. Where was everyone else? And come to think of it, where the hell was he?

Simon stumbled out of the alleyway, and saw, to his great surprise, that he was in Brooklyn. Huh. Maybe Daernus had just sent them randomly placed over the city for… fun? Even in his head, that sounded stupid. He jogged a few years down the block, wondering where the hell he was going to find everyone, when he realised that he wasn’t far from Magnus’s loft. He quickened his stride, hoping to at least find someone at the loft, something. He didn’t know where the hell Izzy was, he thought, fighting down panic, and where anyone else had been sent! Simon swallowed hard. If Magnus was at the loft then he’d be able to help. Magnus was able to fix anything.

He skidded to a stop in front of the apartment building, and stopped short as he noticed the label. “Lightwood.” Magnus’s idea of a joke, maybe? But he was serious his relationship with Alec. He wouldn’t joke about being married.

Simon bounced on the balls of his feet, feeling more panicky than he should have. He pressed the buzzer, once, twice, and then the audio crackled to life. “What do you want?” A grumpy voice filtered through the buzzer.

Relief coursed through Simon like a wave. It was Alec. He wasn’t alone in this after all. He cleared his throat, and the words burst out of him. “Alec! Oh my god, thank god you’re okay, do you know where anyone else is? I can’t find anyone anywhere and I was just dumped out of the portal into an alleyway—”. The door buzzed as to let him in, and Simon, puzzled, swung open the door, stepping into the stairwell. He frowned. Something didn’t feel right.

He took the stairs three at a time, and got to the right floor, and sagged in relief when he saw Alec poking his head out of the door. He looked… different. Simon couldn’t pinpoint it. “Hey!” Simon panted, coming to a halt at the doorstep. Alec’s eyebrows furrowed. “Do I know you?” He asked.

Simon rolled his eyes. “Ha ha, very funny. Is Magnus in there with you?” He craned his head to see inside, but Alec moved and blocked the loft from view. “Seriously, who are you? Who’s Magnus?” Alec asked, seeming genuinely confused, and a little angry.

Simon felt his stomach turn. “Alec. It’s me. Simon Lewis? Mundane turned vampire turned Shadowhunter? Magnus is the High Warlock of Brooklyn?” He said, in a light tone that didn’t cover his mood. What the hell was going on? Did Alec gain a head injury coming through the portal?

Alec frowned at him. “Either you go away now, or I’ll magic you away. I have no idea what you’re talking about and I don’t want to. And I have no idea how you seem to know me. I’ve never seen you before in my life. And for your information— I’m the High Warlock of Brooklyn,” he said, looking pissed off. “Now go away and stop bothering me.”

“Alec—” he started, his stomach dropping even more, but Alec just glared at him and slammed the door.

What the fuck?

What had just happened?

His mind went blank, trying to process whatever had just happened. What the hell?

Simon walked down the stairs and out in an absolute daze, almost tripping, and then at the front door to the exit, realised what had been so weird about Alec’s appearance.

No runes.

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hey guys!!! this is just something I’ve been wanting to write, i’m planning this fic as a multi-chapter (i was struck by inspiration) and i hope you all like it!! i can’t wait until the later chapters ;D

Imagine The Autobots Spending A Rainy Night At Your Place

Originally posted by writingandcoffeehouse

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Optimus:

  • he had just come over to your place to pick up some supplies for Sari when the storm had rolled in
  • thankfully, Optimus’ real body was parked in the apartments garage, but he was left stuck in his holoform
  • you managed to convince the slightly awkward bot to stay the night; saying not even the most skilled driver would survive out in all that rain
  • activities for the night consist of you first making dinner, Optimus politely taking some even though he didn’t really need to eat or process it in this form; he comes to love your cooking after the first bite and wishes he could actually truly eat it
  • after helping you clean the dishes and splashing each other a bit with laughs and giggles, you two settle on the couch to watch a movie
  • halfway through the movie and the power goes off, causing you to be startled and Optimus quickly searching for a flash light
  • it becomes a thick atmosphere of awkward silence again, with the both of you sitting on the ends of the couch fidgeting with either fingers or shirt fabric
  • clearing your throat you opt to play a game, and he perks up; partly wanting badly to rid of the silence and partly because he’s excited about learning something new, especially from you
  • the game is two truths, one lie, and after a few rounds you’re both laughing and smiling; having found a warming comfort once again between you both


Ratchet:

  • he was helping you with your college work to become a doctor that night in your dinning room. He may have not quite known much about human anatomy compared to Cybertronian, but was finding out that some aspects of procedures weren’t that different
  • his true form was parked across the street under one of the many cities highway bridges; so there wasn’t much worry about rust when the sky suddenly erupted into thunder and lightening
  • being Ratchet, he groaned and complained about the harsh weather, but he was smart enough to know he wouldn’t make it back to base if he attempted to drive
  • even with the raging storm outside, you both continued to still study for any upcoming test
  • but with every glance you made to the old bot, er man, you could easily tell he was very irritated with the loud noise of the sky
  • the sudden power outage is what set him off, leading him to saying some profound words you could only guess as Cybertronian curse words
  • you calmly suggest taking a break, and Ratchet heavily sighs in agreement
  • in the meantime, you bring out an old favorite game of yours; Operation!!
  • Ratchet complains the whole time you play, especially when you manage to get out a piece he couldn’t; but don’t worry, he actually enjoys playing the game with you, not that he’ll ever admit


Bulkhead:

  • you invited him over to your house to see your lil art study, when the weather had suddenly worsened and the power went out
  • you became worried about him rusting, but he told you he was parked safely under a huge canopy down the block
  • the storm doesn’t stop your art date together, and after lighting some candles you both sit at the living room coffee table to discuss your shared passion for art even more
  • at one point Bulkhead shyly ask if he could draw you, to which you just as shyly approve and hand him a sketch book
  • after a while of his sketching he shows you the image and feels very proud of your gushing over the piece
  • you come up with an idea for an art challenge; pulling out a funny pose book and a random number generator
  • the rest of the night is spent with you both laughing and giggling as one artist flips to a random page and the other artist takes that pose to be drawn in  


Bumblebee:

  • Why is this guy at your door? Oh wait, it’s Bee.
  • this is the first time you’re seeing his holoform, and the first time he’s at your home; you’re not sure how he found this place but you certainty didn’t invite him
  • never the less you let him in, and a few hours later and two seasons deep into your favorite TV series a loud clap of thunder rains over head and the power shuts off
  • Bumblebee’s trying his best to seem tough about the surprise storm, but you can tell he’s nervous from his lil jumps here and there
  • to help calm him you offer to play some games; to which he quickly perks up at, it’s like he wasn’t about to jump out of his skin just a few moments ago
  • when you bring out a colorful box Bee becomes very confused and a little upset; weren’t you going to play games? Oh wait, the powers out, right, so um what’s with the box then?
  • you explain to him that this is called a tabletop game, and the game is called Hungry, Hungry Hippos
  • a few rounds later, Bee’s very hyped by the competitiveness of the game, and claims this to be his absolute favorite; but then you ask if he wants to keep playing or play a different one and he gets even more excited
  • wait, there’s more then one?!


Prowl:

  • Prowl was actually dropping you off at your home after a day at the aquarium with each other when the rain started
  • it was light and then became very heavy, and he told you to get inside and he’d be up shortly
  • after finding a place of cover to park, he rushed his holoform back to your door and walked in to check on you
  • he found you making two cups of tea while bundled up in a robe with a towel on your head; looks like you could quite escape it either
  • you don’t have to say anything to Prowl about staying till the skies cleared up some, he was going to just to make sure you’d be fine for a few hours
  • when the cities power went out, he made the decision to stay the whole night with you, not that you had a problem with it of course  
  • gathering up the huge comforters from the guest bedroom, Prowl met back up with you in the living room, where you had made a comfy spot by the large window
  • you both got into a comfortable position next to each other before he wrapped the large blanket around you both and you handed him his tea, the man graciously thanking you even though he couldn’t actually drink it
  • a soft smile spread across Prowls face when feeling you softly lean against him to enjoy more of the spectacle called nature with him for that day

~xXx~

coming over [m]

title: coming over
member: chen
length: 1k
genres: smut

a/n: blah. i was supposed to be working on a longer ksoo or minseok not-just-smut, and then i had a very specific iDAE, and then decided to try a new thing (sort of) for that idea. this is none of those.

also pwp

Originally posted by desiresehun

Your most and least favourite thing about your boyfriend was his energy.

Jongdae’s energy seemed to come from some kind of self-filling pool, supplying itself instead of ever running low. You didn’t mind it, and in fact liked how vibrant he could get. Some (see: your neighbours) may not appreciate how loud he could get, but you loved it on him. Well—you also loved it when he was quiet, and when he was serious, and when he was obnoxiously sweet. You loved him. But that wasn’t the point.

Other times, you hated this fountain of energy.

See: right now.

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No Heat!

Sam x Dean x Female Reader
Warnings: SMUT, language
Dom!Sam, Sub!Dean, Sub!Reader, No Wincest
Summary: No real plot. Heat goes out at motel and all three hunters share the same bed and sexiness ensues.
Word count: 2.6K



You woke up next to your lover, you could see the cold smokey puffs of air form from your breath. “Jesus, it's​ cold in here.” you groaned. “Babe,“ you placed a sleepy kiss on his neck, “Sam, did you turn the heat off last night?”
“No.” He hummed before falling right back asleep.
You moved off the bed over to the heating unit and played with the knobs a little. Nothing happened, you grabbed a flashlight on the table, and sat criss cross on the floor. You gently pried the metal electrical panel from the front of the heater. Shining the light in, you see nothing but duct and electrical tape and pile of wires.

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Okay but like I can’t get over the visuals with Taehyung in the Daegu mafia Au, having a good ass time playing poker with his other mafia friends and his hot as fuck babe Yoongi sitting behind him with his arms wrapped around Taehyung’s stomach as he leans against those slightly wide shoulders he loves so much. Yoongi doesn’t care much for poker really, sure he’s good at it and can easily swipe millions, but right at that moment all he cares about is watching the way Taehyung enters that mafia boss mode he has where his eyebrows furrow together and his head is held high with power while he holds that cool smirk that won’t show he actually has the world’s shittest hand in his hold. All Yoongi really cares about in that moment is the way his fingers softly trace along the matching gun tattoos Taehyung has on each side of his ribs/hips while he lays soft kisses against the mouth of the dragon his husband has on the length of his back.

“You have shit luck in this game.”

Yoongi makes sure to whisper the words into his husband’s ear, making it seem as if he’s kissing along the shell of it, and they do their job, making Taehyung drop that boss act for a moment to laugh at the truth. The mafia boss even takes the time to turn his head to kiss Yoongi’s forehead before leaning in to whisper back to his lover.

“Honestly I have no fucking idea what I’m doing, I just like making pairs.”

Yoongi snorts and lovingly rolls his eyes.


At one point in the night, someone dies.  Of course, when you get about nine of the most dangerous men in the world together with all the liquor they can drink and expensive looking women all in the same room, of course, someone is going to die. Yoongi isn’t too bothered by it considering he’s the one that does the killing.

Some people just haven’t come to learn how to respect Taehyung “queen” as Yoongi has been known as and it’s a shame they have to learn the hard way.

“Hey Vee,” There’s a slurring in the Park Jisoo’s voice and that’s how Yoongi knows whatever is going to come out of the man’s mouth is going to be bad. “Isn’t that the pretty little stripper hoe you turned into a housewife?”

The room fills with a thick silence as all the playful atmosphere from before is gone. Many of the men and women, those who KNOW Taehyung and what Yoongi is too him, know what is going to come and watch with breaths held as Taehyung smirks. People really needed to learn how to respect Yoongi.

“Yeah,” Taehyung reaches a hand back to grip onto Yoongi’s hair roughly. “This is my little personal slut I bought off the pole.”

It takes everything in Yoongi not to just moan right there at the way Taehyung pulls his head back by his now black locks. This was honestly Yoongi’s favorite part of their little play scene.

“You want to try him out?” Taehyung looks at Jisoo as the man’s eyes widen in pleasure before looking back to Yoongi. “You want to see what this little tease can do?”

It’s almost too funny how fast Jisoo’s head begins moving in a nod. If Yoongi didn’t already know the man was going to die he would even worry a bit about him getting whiplash. Still, like the good boy he is, Yoongi waits until his husband nods his own head once before reaching into the rose colored silk robe he wears to pull out one of Taehyung’s guns.  Their eyes never break from each other’s hold as Yoongi quickly cocks the gun and lifts it and not surprisingly, no one flinches when blood flies out and splatters all over them after Yoongi reaches over his husband to shoot Park Jisoo right in between the eyes.

Taehyung smiles and leans over to kiss Yoongi while Kim Haejin, who sits beside them, sighs and wipes his cheek of blood.

“You crazy kids, hurry up and fuck so we can play some Go Fish, Vee sucks at poker.”

thegaypumpingthroughyourveins  asked:

"don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind if tradition, right?" - Graves to Newt before battle

( @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins I know I’m terribly late, but I hope you had a happy birthday, sweetheart ♥ )


“Director Graves,“ Seraphina waltzes in his office like she’s owning the damn place, which isn’t entirely wrong, but still “that was completely unnecessary.“ She fixes him with the stare. He already loves where this conversation goes to.

“Was it?“ Percival says, avoiding her eyes and busying himself with the papers on his desk. Seraphina knows he doesn’t want to discuss the matter, but she’ll make him listen anyway, so  Percival braces himself for the good old scolding.

“Percival.“ Her tone is softer, but there still is sternness in the way she gives him a piece of her mind. “It was completely unnecessary to call for a duel with the new British ambassador.“ He met her gaze, knowing eyes boring into his. “I heard, he was rather“ She slightly grimaced before continuing “rude to our consultant magizoologist, but that surely didn’t mean you have to” The corner of her lips twitched into a smirk “punch him square in the face - a very unattractive one, I must add - and to call him for a duel.”

“Sera, come on, you were here, you heard what he called Scamander.“

“Yes, I did, and I would defend him too, if I were in your place.“ At Percival’s surprised face, she snorted. “Of course I would. My employees go first. But, I’m not in your place, and seriously, Percival, who in their right mind would duel you? You won’t leave the guy any chances, and I don’t want problems with the British Ministry.”

Oh, so this is the root of all this boring monologue. Of course she wouldn’t want problems, not after Grindelwald. They need to cooperate, to find comrades in every country. British Ministry of Magic is no exception.

Politics never interested Percival, but he would do as Seraphina says most of the times. Except this one, he couldn’t just overlook or pass by as if he didn’t hear or see a thing. It’s important to protect and show your dedication to the one you deeply care for, and so happened that Scamander is that person.

“It’s late to change anything, Sera.“ Percival says, his eyes meeting her with no hesitation “He accepted the challenge. Tomorrow, we will duel and nothing’s gonna change that.“

“I know,“ She rolls her eyes at him in exasperation “that’s why I’m here.“ He raised a thick eyebrow in question. “To tell you to take it easy. We don’t need a war with the Brits, because of another two Brits.“

“I really can’t promise anything.“ Percival shrugged and grinned at her annoyed huff. He’s going to have fun hexing the bastard, and more importantly, no one will stop him.


The dueling arena at MACUSA is really impressive and it also has a lot of space for those who find watching wizards dueling each other entertaining. Of course, Percival couldn’t blame them for being excited, after all, one of the duelists is the director of Magical Security himself. Nearly half of MACUSA came to see the show and he isn’t going to disappoint them, Seraphina’s words be damned.

Walking to his corner, Percival takes off his coat and jacket, leaving these into the waiting hands of Goldstein. Beside her, Scamander nervously throws him short glances and worries his bottom lip between his teeth. Percival would groan externally, if he could be sure it won’t come out obscenely, but as he doesn’t trust his vocal cords, he does it internally, and not without adding some other obscenities to complete the picture in his mind.

“Mr. Graves, I-“ Scamander’s voice makes him focus on the man “You shouldn’t, really. I am used to being called things. It’s not the first time, nor the last, so you don’t have to-“

“Shh.“ Percival shushes and approaches the man, his fingers straightening the straps on his thigh, the wand tucked in its sheath. He flexes his fingers and observes how Scamander’s blue eyes follow their movement. “Now, Newt.“ At the mention of his name, the bright eyes snap up and look into his without breaking the contact. Percival loves his eyes, because there are always genuine emotions pictured in them. There’s surprise and slight confusion in Newt’s eyes and they still as Percival approaches him further. “I will not allow anyone to say such things to you or about you anymore, so you shouldn’t get used to such attitude.“

The surprise and confusion grow, but a new emotion slips on Newt’s face. It’s happiness and it makes Newt’s eyes sparkle even more beautifully. Percival smiles at him, and tries to fool around.

“Don’t I get a kiss for luck?” He says, the humor clear in his tone. “It’s kind of tradition, right?“

He expects a smile or maybe even a short laugh in response, a friendly pat on the back, a good luck charm without any words. Or a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently in silent gratitude. What Percival never expected is warm, plush lips brushing against his cheek and lingering there a tad bit longer than should to be considered a joke.

Then Newt whispers silently a promise of more, if he wins the duel, and Percival never felt this motivated to win before.

coyimoi  asked:

"I really need you" 😊

Once again I am very sorry about the delay… @jadenixon98 also asked for this one and I hope you guys both like it!

Also, you will have to pry Shell Cottage missing moments from my cold, dead hands. 💕

Warning: Blood. Lots of it. Also angst.

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I Really Need You

His hands were covered in her blood; it dribbled from her arms, her broken fingernails, her neck - oh God, her neck, that was the worst of it, it was practically gushing, soaking her jumper. His wand - well, one of the stolen ones - shook violently in his hands as he tried to cast a spell to stop the bleeding, but it only halfway worked. It was a miracle that he had managed to Apparate, and accurately at that: the lights of his brother’s cottage twinkled nearby. As Ron scrambled up out of the wet sand, Hermione limp in his arms, and carried her toward the house, all he could think about were Neville’s parents.

It had been the same witch, the same curse. If it was the same fate, Ron wasn’t sure he could handle it. Hermione was so brilliant, so sharp and quick and clever, and the thought of her locked in St. Mungo’s, unable to speak, unable to recognize her own family… it was too much.

“Bill!” Ron shouted, kicking the bottom of the door with his foot. “Bill, it’s me, open up!”

From there, it was a blur, a messy whirlwind of healing potions and damp cloths; Hermione was laid out on the sofa, her head lolling off to one side, her hair a knotted mess. Ron knelt on the floor beside her, desperate to do something, anything to help. With a tea towel, he dabbed essence of dittany onto the incision on her neck, cringing as it hissed and smoked.

But he’d had dittany used on him before. He knew it stung and burned even as it healed, and yet Hermione wasn’t waking up… and God, he’d have given anything to see those brown eyes open, even if only to glare at him the way she’d done so much over the past few months, but she was slack, still, almost… lifeless.

“Hermione, please wake up,” he choked out, using a blood-streaked hand to brush her hair out of her eyes. “Please, you’ve got to be okay, because if you’re not…” He swallowed thickly, suppressing a wave of nausea at the thought. “You’ve just got to be, all right, because we need you, Harry needs you, I-” He wrapped his hands around one of hers, delicately cradling her small, thin fingers. “I really need you.”

Her eyelashes, thick and dark against her cheeks, fluttered just the slightest bit.

“I can’t do this without you,” Ron went on, fully aware his older brother was watching this exchange but not bothering to care. “I don’t want to do any of this if you’re not - so please, please just-”

“Ron?”

It was the faintest, hoarsest whisper, but it made his heart leap into his throat. Her eyes were just barely open, but what little he could see was clear and bright and focused right on him.

She knew him, knew his name, knew his voice, knew him by the untidy mop of orange hair on his head. She was going to be fine.

“Hang on one second,” Ron told her, shamelessly touching her knuckles to his lips (she had nearly died, okay, he was going to kiss her hand if he wanted to). “I just want to see if Harry made it-”

“No, stay,” she breathed, tightening her fingers around his. “I - I need you too.”

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anonymous asked:

72 Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now. BakuDeku!

read the collection on ao3!

Katsuki coughs wetly, a fresh wave of crimson spilling from his lips to coat the already dried blood on the floor below him. The battle against All For One has been raging far too long now with the villains starting to overpower the heroes.

Katsuki uses the hand not keeping pressure to his stomach’s gunshot wound to wipe the blood from his mouth. His breaths come in thick, and he feels his consciousness slipping away like sand through his fingers, but he fights to keep a watch on the battle field. 

Deku is standing between him and the villains, tears streaming down his dirt stained cheeks. He’d witnessed Katsuki get shot by a quirk-denying bullet, knows exactly what that means for his future, and is being crushed by the weight of it.

Katsuki coughs up another wave of blood.

He doesn’t know what to do to get Deku to stop looking at him like that, to stop focusing on him and focus on All For One. What happens to him doesn’t matter; what matters is that sick fuck being buried ten feet under the fucking ground.

Deku sinks to his knees before him, both hands coming up to cup Katsuki’s cheeks. His thumbs wipe away crusted blood from the corners of his lips, staining his gloves a dirty off-maroon.

“Ka-Kacchan, it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay, Kacchan.” Deku hiccups, new tears staining the corners of his eyes.

“I kno-ow that, sh-shitty D-Deku.” Katsuki rasps out, finding that his tongue is heavier than lead in that moment. His mouth is dry and another wave of blood threatens to claw its way from his throat. “Go f-fight All For One, ch-chosen one. S-Stop worrying about me f-for once in your sh-shitty life.”

“Kaccha–”

“Izu–Izuku.” Katsuki coughs, effectively shutting him up. “Just–Just smile. I re-really need to s-see you s-smile right now. Ju–Just like All Might.”

Deku cries again, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you, Kacchan.”

“D-Deku, I–” Katsuki spits out a small wave of blood this time, finally succumbing to the pull of unconsciousness.

I love you too, Izuku.

anonymous asked:

little burr finally runs the fuck away and is happy

EDIT- im just going to go ahead and credit @hubris-but-no-writing for this AU. She’s the one who’s done the original concept development (and has a fic in the works for this AU that yall should definitely be on the lookout for if you like this) I haven’t credited in the past because my previous writings were all additions to posts (wherein its implicitly clear I’m not the originator of the ideas). The plot of this specific story line is a collaborative effort between @badromantics, @narwq and myself

“Look, I’m sorry okay?” Alexander looked miserable. His eyes were beyond red. He hadn’t slept in days, and it showed. Aaron was not moved in the slightest. He crossed his arms, looking resolutely away. 

“Please, can you just say something?” Alexander was despondent. Aaron had heard those exact words, and many variations thereof, dozens of times in the past month. None had ever induced him to comply, but none had ever sounded quite so miserable. 

Aaron turned. The action made his sore leg flare up, and gave him a good look of the dollhouse he had nearly succeeded in escaping. It had been a lot less secure than the furnished aquarium Aaron had been returned to. “What do you want me to say?”

The resulting silence stretched. It felt strange, shutting Alexander up. It wasn’t that he was never quiet, but that he never accepted being quieted by another. “I just want you to understand I never meant to…” 

“Never meant to trap me against my will, forever?” Aaron snapped, frustrated and beyond fed up. Alexander made a pitiful strangled noise in the back of his throat.  “No, you don’t get to feel bad. What else could your end game possibly be, here!?” Aaron faced Alexander fully, staring him down in challenge. Even despite the immense size difference between them, Alexander wilted under it. 

“Look, I don’t have an endgame, alright!? I never did! I just saw you and you were so amazing and tiny and I just didn’t want you to disappear, okay?”

Aaron bristled. “And what about now? It’s been a long time since then.”

Alexander raked at his head again, a nervous gesture that just pulled more strands loose from his hair tie. “I don’t know, okay!? I don’t want to keep you trapped, but if, when, I let you go, you’re going to disappear and I’ll never see you again.” 

Despite the situation, Aaron’s heart clenched. But now wasn’t the time, and Alexander did not deserve empathy. “Before, I used to be curious about you big people.” 

Alexander’s eyes snapped from avoiding Aaron to a sharp focus. “Really?” His words were thick. 

“I used to be,” Aaron nodded. “But now, I think I’ve learned all I ever need to about big people.” Aaron watched with a blank face as Alexander was reduced to tears. 

“I deserve this.” Alexander spoke more to himself than to Aaron. “But I can’t just go back.” He was clearly anguished, and for the first time Aaron considered that Alexander might actually regret this. 

Taking a chance, Aaron cleared his throat, drawing Alexander’s attention again. “You can’t go back.” He confirmed. “But, you don’t have to keep doing this.” 

Alexander froze, and Aaron held his breath. The moment stretched, the tension almost physically solid between them. 

“…You’re right,” Alexander’s words were quiet, frail, weak. “I don’t.” His tear streaks grew, fresh tears reflecting the sun from the kitchen window. 

Aaron did not respond, waiting for Alexander to catch up with himself. He had no idea if this was going to work. Aaron had tried playing this card a few times before, to no avail. But Alexander had never been as cornered by his actions as he was now. 

“There’s no chance of me ever seeing you again, is there?” Alexander released a long, very unsteady sigh. His voice hitched. 

“That would be for me to decide.” Aaron responded. ‘Not a chance in hell if I can help it’ was clear enough heard by the both of them. 

Slowly, agonizingly slowly Alexander reached for the aquarium. Aaron stayed statue still as the lid was slowly removed and the ramp lowered. Aaron watched, still purposefully not moving, as Alexander slowly stepped back. 

“I’m… going to go out for a drink now.” Aaron’s eyes widened. “And… I won’t be back until late.” Alexander stepped back again, now at the kitchen entrance way. “I’m sorry,” Alexander nodded once, hardening his mouth in a firm line. Then he left.

Aaron listened to the rasp of a jacket being put on, and the thumping of shoes. He waited for the sound of the front door opening and closing. Finally, Aaron turned to the ramp, leading up into open air, over a counter that was completely unguarded. 

It had been so long since Aaron had seen such a sight. There were no walls, no bars, nothing holding him in place. Aaron took a cursory glance of his surroundings, needing to confirm again that no, there were no traps to this, and Alexander was really gone. He had finally let Aaron go.

Placing one foot in front of the other, Aaron took his first free steps in over a month.

A Sweet and Sweaty Entanglement (Male Reader)

Request: “would be willing to do a newt x male reader smut? just super fluffy and all that x”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Male Reader

Word Count: 1163

Warnings: Smut

A/n: hope I did this justice! I’ve never written male perspective smut so pls don’t crucify me it it’s shitty ahhh

Originally posted by reachfortheskysquid

It was the need for him which sliced through the thick, humid air in the middle of the night. You groaned, checking your watch on the nightstand. Three in the morning, and still you could only slip in and out of consciousness irregularly, for only twenty minutes at a time before your body objected and pulled you from your dreams. The dreams you really, badly, needed to finish. It was true torture. To have Newt’s freckled body on top of yours, his hands on your chest and head tilted back so beautifully. To hear him moan your name. To have the illusion crash, and fall away to the darkness of hot night.

In an instant, you had made up your mind, the unbearable tightness of yours pants spurring you to find Newt in his room down to hall. The two of you had flirted around before, well, you mostly flirted and Newt just blushed and hid his face, but on the rare occasion he’d be brave enough to utter something so artfully suggestive. You knew how each other felt, but Newt was hesitant to initiate anything, and you didn’t push him to. But now you pushed open his slightly ajar door, praying that he wouldn’t be upset at the intrusion. You just needed to see his dishevelled bed hair, his rosy cheeks and freckly nose. The one you wished to trace with your fingers, leaving kisses on each freckle, even the ones that led down to the elastic on his pyjama pants-

“(Y/n)?” His gravelly voice was enough to elicit a wave of desire through your length.

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Can We Keep Him? (Yoongi x Reader)

Request: Werewolf Yoongi and Vampire Y/N here

Yoongi x Reader OC (Y/N)

~2.5K

Summary: Taehyung takes in a baby that the pack doesn’t completely know how to care for, and they’re forced to seek outside advice when problems persist.

Thanks to @joonphilia​ for the abandoned hybrid baby idea. I ran with it.

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In retrospect, Yoongi should have been extremely suspicious the moment commotion roused him from sleep. For a house with six werewolves, their residence was generally quite calm and, had he recognized the foreign noise as a child’s cries, he might have been more prepared for the sight he found when he walked into the living room.

Taehyung stood in the doorway between the living room and kitchen, looking down at a child—not much over a year old by Yoongi’s best guess—laying on Seokjin’s Persian rug and crying. Yoongi briefly wondered if tears stain such materials, but Taehyung’s voice interrupted the musings.

“Humans these days,” he chuckled drily, “keep getting worse and worse. Found this poor little human pup laying in the forest while I was hunting—All alone and freezing cold! I looked around but couldn’t find another living creature, let alone its parents.” Taehyung looked down at the child fondly and produced a piece of fruit from the kitchen, peeling it and breaking off a piece as he entered the room.

Seokjin suddenly appeared from the door to the living room from the back yard with a shocked expression. “Humans call their offspring babies, not pups, and that thing isn’t human, Tae.”

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cryptologic-linguist  asked:

Biking to work tips? Or just biking in general? I don't have a license

You are in luck- my boyfriend bikes to work almost every day so I consulted with him to write this post. 

1. Choosing the right bike: You need to find a bike that’s in your price range, is durable, and good for all seasons. My boyfriend actually has a bike for winter and a bike for summer, the winter one being more heavy duty. Consult with your local bike store expert to find out which bikes will be best in your climate. Before you buy anything go for a test ride in the bike shop’s parking lot.

2. Pump: Get yourself a portable tire pump like this one. There will be a time when you will get stranded on the side of the road, and this will save the day. You should also get a heavy duty standing pump to leave at home.

3. Tire repair: Get yourself a tire repair kit and several extra tires. You can always have your tire repaired at a bike store, but you’ll save serious $$ if you learn how to do it yourself. Watch videos on Youtube.

4. Bike lock: Especially important because you will occasionally need to leave your bike chained up outside of places. Unfortunately, if someone with wire cutters really wants to take your bike, they will. The best you can do is to deter a passerby from snatching it by locking it up.

5. Bike gear: Invest in some spandex and some high quality bike shoes. If you live in a cold climate, get an insulated jacket, face mask, and thick gloves. My boyfriend rides through the snow all winter long!

6. General maintenance: If you ride often, be sure to clean your bike once a week. Oil up the chain to prevent it from rusting and clean the exterior of the bike (because it will get super muddy). Most bike shops offer expensive tune ups, and if you have the money for it, these are great to do every six months.

7. Safety: If you’re riding at night you absolutely NEED to deck your bike out with lights and to wear some sort of reflective outfit. Please wear a helmet. Also, if you’re out late at night somewhere dangerous, share your Iphone location with a friend, roommate, or family member just in case.

8. Scope out your route: Get to know your route before you travel it. It’s always better to ride on trails and in wooded areas than it is to ride on city streets or near traffic. If you absolutely have to ride on the street, find some back roads to do it on.

9. Time yourself: This is optional, but will help you see your progress! There are lots of tracking apps available (most of them cost a little $$). My boyfriend uses Strava to track his bicycling activities. 

10. Carbs: Don’t go for a ride on an empty stomach, even if it’s a 15 minute one. Have a good carb heavy breakfast before setting out on the road. 

Good luck!

The Shower Gadget

Soooo I saw this picture on facebook and made this post on tumblr which you apparantly liked. From that this drabble was born.

Unbetaed and fast written. All mistakes are mine. Talk of sexy times but no warnings really. 

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You loved your boyfriend. You really did. But sometimes he was getting on your last nerve. That your current case involved a string of victims whose only connection was a local sexshop didn’t make him less insufferable.

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Don’t Look Down

Pairing: Sam x Reader 
Characters: Dean, Sam, the Reader 
Warnings: light swearing, a ton of fluff 
Word Count: 1624
Summary: the Reader, Sam and Dean are working a case in Arizona. The Reader and Sam decide to take a vacation day (or night) and check out the Grand Canyon. 
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A/N: PLOT TWIIIIIISTSS BITCHESSSSSSS

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Chasing the Shadow || Part III || Ending

Summary: After all scary events your life may become calm.
Words: 1973
Warnings: none
Author: Cass

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