you can blast off with me

Grab Life by the Horns

Last night on a D&D adventure, our tiefling warlock was in the process of getting rammed by an undead rothé.

Tiefling: I see it coming and put my horns down, ready to ram it back.

Me (DM): Wait, you what?!

Tiefling (OOC): I wanna ram him back! I have horns and I’m gonna use them.

Me: Fine, you squat down, presenting your horns to the rothé. It misses, but locks horns with you. Your horns versus a powerful undead beast, the animal wrenches its horns away, cracking the tip of your left horn off.

Tiefling: NO! Not lefty! He was my favorite!! It’s my turn next so I cast agonizing blast and aim for his… (OOC) Wait, can I roll to find out which horn is his favorite horn?

DM: Oh my god…sure.

*rolls a nat20*

Me, head in my hands: If an undead rothé could favor one horn over another, this one would pick the right horn.

Tiefling: Yes!! I cast agonizing blast on his right horn.

DM: It hits with force damage, splintering the horn off at the base and falling to the ground.

Tiefling: Aha!! You take my horn, I take yours!

The rothé comes back for the tiefling, ready to ram again.

Tiefling: Uh…I put my horns down, ready to ram too.

DM: You already lost one horn, why are you doing this to yourself?

Tiefling: I need to assert dominance!

DM: The attack hits, but with his right missing and your left missing, it’s left locks with your right horn. It strikes your puny tiefling head, cracking the tip off your right horn.

Tiefling: What?! No!!

The battle ended, the rothé fell in front of the tiefling.

Tiefling: (OOC) Can I take his remaining horns?

DM: Do a strength check.

*rolls 8*

DM: You put your foot on the rothé’s undead skull, pulling its left horn with all your strength. Your foot falls through the skull but the horn comes loose…too fast. You pull it into your shoulder doing *rolls a d4* 4 points of piercing damage to your shoulder.


I’m daydreaming that we’re in the kitchen making dinner together on a lazy summer evening. You’re blasting your favorite songs off Spotify and I’m lip syncing horribly just to make you laugh and shake your head at me. I love being someone that makes you so happy. I hope I can make you happy for a very long time.

lassitudeian  asked:

I too am procrastinating!! I'd really like to see Dex and Nursey sharing Lardo's room, Dex becoming more comfortable with himself and Nursey, and realizing that the team has his back

hooray for procrastination! okay room sharing, lets bullet point this shit (also i kind of stuck to the prompt but the main focus is on room sharing and being comfortable with each other and less on everyone having each others’ backs, sorry it kind of ran away from me)

  • to start, dex gets the top bunk and nursey gets the bottom obvs bc honestly can you imagine nursey successfully climbing up to the top without falling off the ladder at least once a week?
  • music is a big point of contention for the first month 
    • dex blasts dad rock whenever he’s coding and nursey listens to his indie shit so loudly that even when he’s using headphones dex can hear it from the top bunk
    • they reach a weird understanding one day when nursey puts a playlist on shuffle and they end up both singing along to the middle by jimmy eat world and they discover they both  are still in  went through a punk rock/pop phase (yes i have been reading @heyfightme‘s punk au)
    • from there on they reach a pretty easy agreement that when they’re both in the room and neither are studying, it’s tb punk from the 2005 era or anything they’ve recently discovered
    • (for the sake of avoiding arguments) 
    • (also because both love watching the other get lost in the music as they scream the lyrics)
    • (please take a moment to imagine two 6′2″ hockey players yell the words to i don’t wanna be an asshole anymore by the menzingers to each other as they jump up and down in the middle of their bedroom at 4pm)
  • it takes a while to get a bathroom routine down bc nursey has A Lot of skincare products and he likes to bathe william, not all of us are neanderthals that enjoy feeling crusty

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Hey guys! So you know I’m fairly new to the community, and I really want to make something special for Mark’s birthday.

Mark, in your interpretation, as a hero.

Because we know he is one, in different ways. To many people, he is a hero. He had made people laugh. He had made people smile again. He made days better. He helped people make friends. He helped in so many things.

And for his birthday, I want him to know how much of a hero he really is.

Today is June 17. As of this moment, he has 17 million subscribers, 17 million people he calls as his heroes. If you see that shirt sleeve with hearts? He calls you as a hero. He’s a hero too. He’s the leader of this wonderful community, and

I want to see all of your interpretations of him as a hero too.

Draw him in your own interpretation of his suit/costume. Write about the superhero Mark, or that Mark who saved you from his daily videos. Crop him or photoshop him as your favorite hero, Marvel or DC, or even other comics. Make gifs or animations. Quotes that he has said, pictures of him, so much can be done! Just show him as your hero.

And I want to see all of them, so tag it in #MarkIsAHero! It’d be awesome to show him for his birthday!

(If anyone is on-board with me, we could also do a “T minus 10 days” series of whatever-you-want for the birthday guy, where we countdown to his birthday ‘Blast off to space’ kind of style.)


klance || truth or dare || 6.5k || nsfw

The paladins introduce Allura to the age-old Earthling game of truth or dare. Keith shares unwelcome knowledge about his sex habits. Hunk may or may not eat a sock. Somehow, sexual tension and relief ensues. Also, there are jokes.

i apologize for the memes, but be aware, it’s about 80% jokes, 20% smut

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Father’s Day

I just wanted to write a little feel-good fic for Father’s Day. I know not everyone will get/want to celebrate it, but I hope this will at least make you smile. Enjoy!

WARNING: spoilers ahead. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: This is going to take place post-game, the summer after everything happens. This is also an AU where everyone’s alive and well because I want them to be happy lmaoo. 

The last thing Sojiro expected when he trekked into Leblanc was a bunch of teenagers greeting him, especially when it was this early in the morning.

“Happy Father’s Day!” they cheered.

“Whoa, what’re you kids doing up so early?” 

“We came to celebrate, duh!” Futaba explained.

Haru’s dainty voice chimed like bells. “You did so much to help not only Akira, but us as well, so we wanted to express our gratitude!”

Sojiro shyly rubbed the back of his head. “You don’t have to do that; it was nothing.”

“C’mon, Boss, don’t be like that. You covered for us, so we gotta do somethin’ to thank ya for savin’ our asses,” Ryuji insisted.

“We agreed on Destinyland as our location, did we not? Perhaps I should have brought my sketchbook…”

“Dude, focus. If ya keep tryin’ to draw everything, you’ll miss out on the moments that matter. Plus you always end up gettin’ lost when ya run around sketchin’ everything…”

“Hm, you have provided me with some valuable insight. Thank you, Ryuji. I will carefully ponder over your words,” Yusuke mused.

“Y-yeah, go for it.”

Sojiro shook his head. “Now just hold on a minute. Nothing’s been decided yet. What about the shop? And how are we supposed to afford tickets?”

Ann spoke up next. “Don’t worry, the shop will still be here when we come back! And we all saved up from our summer jobs, though Haru and Akira contributed the most…”

Futaba nodded. “We even have enough for food and souvenirs! Pleeeease Sojiro?”

The manager crossed his arms. “Well…”

Just then, the tinkling bells from the front door of the cafe interrupted, and everyone focused their attention on the visitor.

Akechi stood at the entrance, analyzing everyone’s reactions. “Oh, am I interrupting something? My apologies; I have the day off, so I was going to enjoy a cup of delicious coffee to start the day… I’ll be off now.”

“Wait,” Akira demanded just as Akechi turned on his heel. “I was just about to text you.”

The detective’s curiosity was piqued. “Really? Is something the matter?”

Akira nodded, his ebony hair bouncing from the action. “Yeah, and it’s something only you can help with.”

“…Very well. Please, go on.”

The bespectacled boy procured a slip of paper from his pocket. “There’s a ticket to Destinyland with your name on it, so we were hoping you’d join us to celebrate Father’s Day.”

Akechi’s chestnut eyes widened. “F-Father’s Day? And you wish for me to accompany you all…?” He fidgeted from his internal conflict. “…Is that truly wise?”

Sojiro peeked at the boy for a moment, then he sighed. “I don’t like that everyone’s just deciding everything, but you’re just as much a part of this family as any of these rascals.” Sojiro smirked. “If you don’t like that reason, then consider it as thanks for your loyal patronage.”

“It couldn’t hurt to have one more level-headed person assist me with supervising you all to make sure you don’t cause trouble,” Makoto added.

“Hey! We ain’t gonna cause trouble on Boss’s special day,” Ryuji scowled. He turned his attention to Akechi. “So whaddaya say, man? You in?”

Akechi was speechless. He waited tensely for the bellows of laughter and a ‘just kidding!’…

But it never came.

He glanced around at everyone, desperately attempting to uncover the hidden practical joke, but all that greeted him were their sincere faces and encouraging nods. Akechi took a deep breath. “…All right. I accept your invitation.” He hesitated and smiled bashfully. “…I hope we’ll make good memories together.”

The group erupted into a thunderous cheer, and Akechi was baffled yet again from their enthusiasm; he had expected disappointment. Sojiro placed a hand on his shoulder. “Glad to have you on board, son.” He turned to the rest of them. “You all brought the van, right? C’mon, I’ll drive. Oh, and can you get my camera from behind the counter, Futaba?” He shook his head as he pivoted to open the door. “Jeez, I can’t believe you troublemakers are dragging me into this.”

Futaba reprimanded him. “Quit your whining, old man! Now let’s make like a rocket and blast off to Destinyland!”

“H-hey, who’re you calling ‘old man’?” Sojiro chuckled. “Never thought I’d have so many kids to look after.” He turned to Akira. “This is your fault, you know.”

Akira mischievously smirked. “Love you, dad.”

Sojiro sighed yet again. He was used to Akira’s shenanigans by now. “Yeah, yeah. Just hop in the van before I change my mind.”

“You guys are so lucky,” Morgana complained.

“Don’t worry; we’ll be sure to purchase souvenirs and take lots of pictures! Maybe we could have sushi delivered here and have our own private celebration tonight!” Haru reassured him.

Even though he acted tough, Sojiro was deeply touched by their gratitude and admiration for him. He didn’t think he did anything to warrant such feelings, but he definitely wasn’t complaining either.

The group chatted and played in the van on the way there, and Sojiro thought he was going to go insane. He nearly turned back when Ann and Ryuji were bickering, and they both nearly toppled out of the vehicle.

“Who’s the genius that thought it was a good idea to have those two next to each other?!” Sojiro exclaimed.

Makoto brainstormed punishments for the group’s inevitable misconduct with Akechi. “I-isn’t that a bit extreme?” he implored.

“Not at all. Would you like to hear the more severe ones I had in mind?”

Akechi gulped. “…You truly are a formidable woman.”

Futaba was teaching Yusuke about the aesthetics of memes.

“Interesting. Amphibians and cartoonish sea creatures seem to have great appeal to the people of the Internet. Shall I incorporate this in my next piece…?”

“Go for it, Inari. Oh, and show me when you’re done!”

Haru was discussing her ideas for her cafe with Sojiro, and he even offered some advice and tactics to earn loyalty from customers. 

Akira merely chuckled and teased everyone whenever he joined in on their conversations. Everyone laughed and played car games together until they arrived.

Eager to get things rolling, they assembled at the entrance and were guided through the bag check. After they made it through, they went all out.

The very first thing they did was purchase animal ear headbands, somehow managing to convince Sojiro to wear his. They stayed together as a group by holding hands or linking arms the entire time, and they took turns snapping pictures of each other. 

Yusuke was inflicted with motion sickness from the spinning teacup ride, and Akechi felt queasy himself, so the duo leaned on each other and moped while everyone else purchased ice cream; they even returned with extra for Akechi and Yusuke. The two refused at first, but when Futaba threatened to eat their share, somehow they were magically cured from their ailments, and they had no further qualms with digging in. 

Ironically, the kids had to look after Sojiro at one point due to single moms hitting on him. Akira and Futaba cringed together and pried him away.

“Hey! The adults were talking!” he complained as he was dragged away.

“Can it, dad. This is for your own good,” Futaba replied.

“D-dad?” One thing Sojiro couldn’t get used to was his nickname. Everyone in the group had called him that at one point, including Akechi.

Speaking of which, while the group took a brief bathroom break, Akechi stayed behind with Sojiro to thank him for allowing him to tag along.

“Don’t worry about it, son. You’re one of us now, so feel free to come to me if you’re ever in a tight spot, all right?”

Akechi felt his throat clench as he nodded, and he was exuberant beyond words to finally say that he had a ‘family’, as well as a ‘father’.

Sojiro felt something similar. He joined the merry laughter of the kids; he tag-teamed with Ryuji and boldly sat in the front seat of the roller-coasters; he protected the girls from leering creeps that approached them; he discussed fashion and gave advice to Akechi; he photographed everything so that Yusuke could use it as a reference for his art; he ruffled Akira’s hair whenever he sassed him; he even carried Futaba on his shoulders so she could see the vibrant parade. 

Sojiro honestly surprised himself with how much he treasured these kids. They spontaneously paid for an extravagant celebration to simply thank him for doing what any decent father would do.

Father, huh?

He glanced around at the kids’ beaming faces as they linked arms with him and wandered about in search of their next target: the water ride.

…Heh, not bad.

The group played for hours ensuring that they rode on everything, and they were absolutely drenched from repeatedly riding the water attraction. They purchased all the pretense shots from the rides, and they snickered at their ridiculous poses and faces. In one of the shots, they all agreed beforehand to appear completely unamused and stoic, and the result was completely worth it. 

As soon as they were seated in the van, everyone passed out, and they slept throughout the journey home while leaning on one another. Some of them quietly snored and snuggled with each other. Sojiro impulsively smiled at the sight and shook his head.

Jeez… it’s Father’s Day and I’m the one doing all the work.

He also thought about how these kids never had a proper father figure in their lives, and he felt indignant for their sake. 

It’s their loss for missing out on these kids. But I nearly did the same since I didn’t think it was my problem…

Sojiro recalled the exciting events of the day, and he peered at the sleeping kids once again. His eyes began to tear up.

What a stupid way of thinking… They were looking out for me even when there was a chance that I wouldn’t have done the same.

He wiped the tears spilling from his eyes.

Thank you. I’m honored to be your father.

Imagine...Dean Warming You Up

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

Pairing: Dean x reader

Sometimes you didn’t mind when you got cold. It meant a toasty oversized flannel was headed your way or maybe a cuddle under a fleece blanket with your guy. When a hunt took you out in the middle of nowhere though, when it was raining or windy or even snowing…that was when you really started to hate the cold.

It was mid November when you and Dean were walking through the woods, returning from doing a quick hunt for a friend when it started to drizzle. It wasn’t rain per say but it was that mist that still got you wet, still shook you down to your bones no matter how tightly you wrapped your arms around yourself to try and keep dry. The weather had been good that morning and you’d made the mistake of going with a thin vest over your Henley. Dean had told you to pack something sturdier and now you were left with yourself to blame.

You ducked your head down and focused on Dean’s boots in front of you, following in his footsteps as you went through the muddy puddles. You nearly fell on the ground when you bumped into his back after he abruptly stopped.

“W-We miss one?” you asked, not sure how useful you’d be in a fight. Dean spun around and had a tiny smile on his other wise wet face. He pulled off his backpack and started to shed his jacket. “You’ll freeze.”

“You can warm me up later then,” he said, pulling your arms away from your core and sliding the heavy, rugged thing on you. It was the one with the wool lining and you were sighing by the time he’d zipped it up. “That’s better.”

He put the backpack on and wrapped his arm around himself, his body slowly starting to feel the cold as you headed the rest of the way out of the woods. When you were back in Baby you blasted the heat, trying to get him to warm up, Dean’s body just as frigid as your own.

You pulled off his wet shirt and put his jacket back on him, Dean smiling at the heat.

“T-Thanks,” he said, pressings cold lips to yours. “You’re like ice, sweetheart.”

“You too,” you said, kissing him back, his nose frozen when it bumped yours. “Want to go warm up?”

“Yeah,” he said softly, pulling you into his lap so you got the heater going on you too. “You need to thaw out first.”

“Here,” you said, scooting over so he could drive but you pressed up against him. “Let’s head home and take a long hot shower and then crawl in a warm bed.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” he said with a warm smile. “Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

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anonymous asked:

For the suggestion thingy could you do Lancelot but like actually klance with like creep lotor hitting on lance, lance being weirded out and Keith being jealous and protective? Sorry if that made no sense. Anyways, the dialogue prompt could be something like "Look, just leave me alone, alright!"

I hope this was what you wanted! Also, hopes and dreams for S3 tbh

           “Look, just leave me alone, alright?” Lance backpedaled until he was pressed up against the stone wall. “I’m flattered, really, but you’re… you’re, uh, not exactly my type.” Lotor and his bouquet of blindingly blue flowers seemed to droop in unison.

           “The Galra have caused you much pain, I understand.” He bounced back with a toothy grin so fast Lance actually yelped from surprise. “But I can be different. Young Paladin, believe me, your team does not appreciate your talents, your dedication, your­–” Lotor leaned in close enough to smell him– “beauty.” Lance felt himself go red as he tried to subtly inch sideways along the wall.

           “Yeah see it’s not so much the Galra part that bothers me,” he said, a certain boy with a frustratingly attractive mullet flashing unbidden into his head, “as it is the ‘I murder people with a fiery sword’ bit.” Lotor’s hand slammed into the wall beside his head, preventing Lance from moving further sideways.

           “All is fair in love and war, isn’t it?” he asked, and had the audacity to lick his lips with his face bare inches away from Lance. He caught Lance’s hand and pressed the bouquet into it. “I would think you would be impressed with a bit of swordplay.” Lance thought his face might spontaneously combust.

           “You sure know how to use your pickup lines, I’ll give you that,” he said. “Do you… do this with a lot of people?” Lotor’s jaw dropped comically, pressing his now bouquet-free hand against his heart.

           “I have learned the art of seduction, of course, but you, dear Lance, you are no ordinary partner. All the others, they were nothing more than practice so that when I found you—” He plucked a stray flower from the bouquet and tucked it behind Lance’s ear– “I would be prepared to offer you my best performance.”

           “I, uh, um, can I—?” Lotor smiled, far, far too close to Lance’s face for comfort, and he could swear Lotor’s eyes kept flickering to his lips.


           “I’m just gonna… Um…” He was interrupted by the door getting kicked in, revealing a furious Keith behind it.

           “GET AWAY FROM HIM!” Keith shouted, charging at Lotor. He sidestepped easily, lifting Lance out of the way as well so that he wouldn’t get skewered when Keith missed his target. Lance took the opportunity to scramble away as Lotor dodged another swipe from Keith, who growled in frustration, circling the Galra prince. As soon as Lotor was closest to the door, he threw a last grin at Lance.

           “You know how to find me!” he called. He winked, then sprinted for the door and slammed it in Keith’s face as he tried to follow. They heard a heavy bar fall in place across it and Keith growled in frustration when it wouldn’t open, before turning back to look at Lance. His eyes raked over him with a frown.

           “Why are you holding flowers?” he asked. Lance, glancing down, realized he still had the bouquet and dropped it promptly, going red again.

           “That… That dude is weird. He kind of tried to, um. He was trying to seduce me.” Keith stomped over and for a second Lance thought he was going to hit him, but instead he just plucked the flower out from behind his ear and crushed it in his hand.

           “Flirting is not going to win over the Galra, Lance,” he said.

           “Hey!” he protested. “He started it!”


           “He did!”

           “And now you sound like a kindergartener. Are you going to help me get this door open or not?” Lance grumbled, trudging over to where his bayard had landed after Lotor disarmed him. He hefted it up and told Keith to move aside, aiming for the hinges on the door. Keith watched him.

           “He didn’t actually hurt you, right?” Keith finally asked quietly. Lance paused, one hinge blasted to pieces.

           “The emotional damage was far worse,” he said, rolling his eyes and taking aim at the next hinge. “Why the quiznak would a Galra flirt with me?” The second hinge fell to the floor, leaving the door free to swing backwards into the room.

           “I can think of a few reasons,” Keith muttered very quietly, and before Lance could react, he had ducked under the bar and took off running through the castle. Lance gaped after him. He blinked once, twice, and then ducked under the bar so quickly he banged his head, and chased after him.


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Commissions for the kind @omgkatsudonplease. These are scenes from hers Selkie AU Fanfiction!

I had a blast drawing these and pushed myself to the limit with the BGs (They are absolutely my major weak point in art. I took more time planning and coloring them than doing all the rest *sweats*)!

It was a great pleasure working for you!

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Summary: You and your boyfriend break up and you use Bucky to release your pent up frustrations. 

Warnings: Smut (including masturbation and penetration)

Word Count: Almost 3000

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged in any Bucky smuts in the future

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anonymous asked:

Hi there! I've been reading some of the works you all have made and I love them! I was wondering if you could do #4 and #19 with jungkook, please?

Adore You (Jungkook x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “I thought you didn’t want me.” + “Are you jealous?”

Summary: There are so many things you adore about Jungkook. But if there’s one thing you don’t like, it’s how kind he is to everyone else. Can’t you just keep him for yourself?

Word count: 1.2k words

Originally posted by mayfifolle

You glanced at your seatmate from the corner of your eye. Jungkook had been sitting at your two-person desk since the beginning of the semester, and since then, you had begun to develop a crush. A pretty big crush, if you were being honest.

How could you not? Jungkook was kind, hardworking, and also incredibly good looking. You definitely weren’t alone in your infatuation, either. Almost every girl in your class eyed you enviously every day.

You slipped into your seat just as the bell rang. Jungkook was already there, and he glanced up at you as you arrived.

“Hey Y/N,” he greeted casually.

“Hey,” you smiled back, trying to stay nonchalant. 

“Did you do the homework last night?” Jungkook asked, flipping through his binder. He was studious–far more than you, anyway.

“Nope,” you replied easily. Chemistry was the least of your priorities. “I had a late shift last night.”

“Oh, you want to copy?” Jungkook offered, pushing his binder towards you. “You’re still working? Aren’t you worried about your grades this year?”

“Thanks,” you said, pulling out your own notebook. “And not really. My grades are good enough for university.”

“Damn,” Jungkook commented with a smile, although you missed it because you were too focused on writing. “Impressive. Also, I didn’t get some of the questions. Sorry about that.”

“Wow, that’s new,” you smirked. “You’re a thousand times better at chem than me, though.”

The teacher arrived, clearing his throat as he set his supplies down at the front of the class. You and Jungkook lapsed into silence as the lesson began. During the course of the period, you nodded off numerous times. Jungkook nudged you awake every time.

“Just let me sleep,” you whined, keeping your volume low so you wouldn’t get in trouble. “This is so boring and I’m exhausted.”

“You should reconsider that job of yours,” Jungkook suggested haughtily, and you just laughed.

The girl sitting in front of you turned around and glared at you. At first, you thought she was angry at you for talking, but when her gaze slipped to Jungkook’s longingly, you realized she was just jealous.

She turned around quickly, and you figured she wouldn’t bother you.

But boy, were you wrong.

The next day in class, you arrived (nearly late, as always) to see someone sitting in your seat beside Jungkook. It was the jealous girl from yesterday. You walked up to your seat, eyebrow raised.

“Oh, Y/N,” Jungkook noticed, looking up from his binder, which was placed in the middle of the shared desk. “I’m just explaining something to Ara.”

“I can move if you want,” Ara offered sweetly, though her eyes were daring you to suggest otherwise.

“No, it’s fine,” you replied, a little amusedly. What else could you say? You slipped into the empty seat in front of your desk and retrieved your supplies from your bag.

Jungkook and Ara talked ceaselessly behind you. You heard her giggle, and it made you want to gag. But Jungkook replied enthusiastically, and you wondered if Jungkook enjoyed your company at all. Pushing your insecurities away, you focused your attention to the front of the room.

Of all days, your teacher was absent. A timid-looking substitute scurried into the classroom, stammering out some instructions. The volume of the class increased, and Jungkook and Ara laughed away.

Annoyed, you turned to your own work. The student sitting beside you was a quiet, nerdy boy. You figured he wouldn’t want to converse with you. Pulling out your phone, you put on earphones and blasted your music, trying to drown out Ara’s voice.

“Uh, excuse me,” the boy beside you said hesitantly. You turned to him, pulling out an earbud. “Your music is really loud. Can you turn it down a little?”

Your eye twitched in annoyance. Like the class wasn’t loud already. “Sure,” you replied through gritted teeth. Opting to turn your music off completely, you resorted to placing your head on the desk.

It was another long shift yesterday, too, so it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. Still, the background noise of Jungkook and Ara never ceased and haunted you in your slumber.

The next day, Ara was sitting in your seat again. She and Jungkook were looking at something on her phone, laughing, and didn’t notice your arrival. More defeated than anything, you slumped into Ara’s empty seat without comment.

At the sound of your chair scraping against the ground, Jungkook’s head shot up. He opened his mouth, but you weren’t looking his way, so he said nothing. Instead, he continued to entertain Ara, too polite to do anything else.

You wished he would say something like, “This isn’t your seat” or “I want Y/N to sit here,” but you knew he wouldn’t. Maybe he didn’t care if you sat with him, anyway. Jungkook was nice to everyone, and you were probably just projecting your own affections onto him.

The teacher strode into the classroom just as the bell rang.

“I apologize for my absence yesterday,” he began sternly, as always. “We’ll be starting a lab today. You’ll have to work quickly today to make up for lost time. So before I explain this assignment, please get into pairs.”

Inwardly, you cursed Ara for stealing your opportunity to work with Jungkook. Sighing, you turned to the boy beside you to ask if he wanted to be partners. But just as you opened your mouth, a hand shot out and tapped the boy on the back.

“Hey,” Jungkook said once the boy turned in his seat. “Do you mind if we switch spots?”

Your eyes widened to surprise, flicking to Jungkook. He was looking intently at the nerdy boy, who stammered his agreement. Glancing at Ara, you couldn’t help but smirk triumphantly. On your desk, Ara’s fists were clenched.

Jungkook swiftly switched seats with the boy beside you.

“I was thinking we could be partners,” Jungkook said as he set his books down. “You look a little surprised, so I hope that’s okay with you.”

“No, of course it’s fine,” you hurried to respond. “I just thought you didn’t want me. As your lab partner, I mean.”

“Are you jealous?” Jungkook asked, his eyebrows rising. Your cheeks burned, and you hurried to deny that. “She kinda just sat there. I didn’t want to be mean and tell her to move.”

“How was I supposed to know?” you sulked, burying your nose in your textbook. Still, you were giddy at the fact that Jungkook had went out of his way to be your partner.

“Obviously I’d rather sit with you,” Jungkook replied, a little incredulously. “Don’t be dumb. You wanted to sit with me too, right?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled sheepishly, still blushing. Jungkook smiled at you fondly, but like always, you were too busy looking elsewhere to notice.

The teacher’s voice cut through the noise, and he continued with his instructions. You and Jungkook turned your attention to the front of the class, and your embarrassment lessened once Jungkook’s gaze was diverted.

There were many things you adored about Jungkook. But if there was one thing you didn’t like, it was how kind he was to everyone. Still, he made up for it by being nicest to you. 

- Girl in Luv

Ok…these prompts were practically begging for Fuckboy!Jungkook, but I’ve written that so much and HE IS A SOFT BUN I can’t keep doing this! For real though, sometimes I think JK would be a real fuccboi if he grew up in North America. Like u seen the boy?? Still, he’s so cute, and I like writing sweet JK. You guys prefer fuckboy JK or smol bun JK?

Little Flirt | Tom Holland

Summary: In which, Tom Holland decides to flirt with his choreographer for his upcoming Lip Sync Battle…

Warning: harmless flirting and inappropriate jokes

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Type: Oneshot

Requested: @peter-my-parker


Originally posted by spideycentral

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You get captured by some enemies of the Avengers and during the captivity you find out that you’re an inhuman. Telling the Avengers would be smart, but what if they dislike inhumans?

Originally posted by rpvisualosities

Guys! Bless your souls! Thank you for all the love and support! I means so much! Any requests? Message me. TELL ME IF YOU WANT A PART 2 BECAUSE IF NO ONE TELLS ME I WON’T MAKE ONE.


Dizzy. The floor spins with a mix of black and white dots surrounding my vision. I want to cry, yell, scream, but no one will hear me.

“I just need a name.” The woman sneers, “I need the name of the Spider-boy.”

I pull myself to sit up leaning on the back of the chair, “I’ve told you. I don’t know.” Which is a lie. Peter Parker is his name. I know him, love him. I swore that I would never tell anyone, and I’m doing just that. Secretly, I know the Avengers are looking for me, I know they will bust down the walls any minute, I know that I will be okay.

“You are lying.” She growls, “ I guess I’m going to have to kill you.”

I look her dead in the eye, “I guess so.”

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A Shy Wild.

Request: Can you do an imagine where Harry and Y/N are dating and she’s really shy around him but then Y/N goes to a birthday party and Harry decides to show up as a surprise and catches her dancing like crazy and being wild idk LMAO I LOVE YOU

“Which one?” You held the two tops up, glancing back and forth between them and at Harry who stood in the clothing store with you. 

Harry hummed, his fingers on his chin as he inspected both. “Honestly? I think you’d look beautiful in either, love.” 

At the compliment, you blushed; lowering your head and letting your eyes turn to the ground to hide the shy smile on your face. 

Harry smiled in amusement. 3 months together and he was always amused by how shy you got around him and how flustered his little compliments made you feel. 

“I’ll just take the blue one.” You mumbled, instantly turning to hang the other top back and rushing to the cashier, leaving a giggling Harry behind. 


You groaned, dragging yourself towards the door which had someone knocking on it at 9 am which was too early for your Friday self. 

“Oh my God, I’m coming!” You screamed at the knocking. Well aware of your bed headed bun and disheveled pajamas, you opened the door to get it over with, rubbing your eyes. 

Harry looked at you lovingly, getting a bit gobsmacked at your appearance in a good way, feeling giddy that he was seeing a side of you he hadn’t seen. “Good morning, love.” 

Your eyes widened, looking at Harry,. All sleep was swept off of you as you let out a small shriek before running inside, leaving the door open for Harry before rushing to the room to make yourself look more presentable. 

Harry frowned slightely before getting inside and closing the door then followed you. He leaned on the doorframe of your bathroom, watching you brush your teeth. “You know you look cute in the morning, right? Sleepy and all.” He said. 

You rinsed your mouth, aware of the blush creeping in. “Uh, sorry about that.” You said quietly, beginning to take your hair down and holding your brush in your hands, avoiding his gaze. 

Harry chuckled, shaking his head before walking over you and taking a hold of your brush. “You’re my cute girlfriend in superman pajamas.” He hovered you, looking at you through the mirror as he began to gently brush your hair for you. 

As always, your reply was physical; a flustered face and a small giggle. 


“You sure you can’t come at all?” You frowned as you walked towards your Uber with Harry. “You know Dave would want you there.” 

“I’m sorry, love. It’s a last minute meeting to finalize some stuff for the tour.” Harry said, opening the door for you. “But you go and have fun. I’ll watch the stories on Instagram.” He added with a chuckle.

You sighed with shrug, “Alright. Good luck.” 

“Thanks, baby. Call me if you need anything, yeah? I can pick you up if Sandrah doesn’t drive you back.” Harry said before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. 

“Alright.” You nodded, getting inside the car, Harry closing the door for you. You both waved at each other with smiles before your driver drove off to the location. 

In all honesty, Harry was feeling ecstatic as he drove back from his meeting, glad that they worked stuff out early thus, making him have time to join his 7 months girlfriend and meet his friends. Not bothering to check any social media stories so he can see things live, Harry drove off to your mutual friend’s, Dave, rooftop where he held a birthday gathering. 

He could hear the music blasting from his car as he parked, chuckling as he heard his own “Kiwi” coming to an end. Getting out of his car, into the building and up to the roof, Harry greeted people left and right as he entered, eyes searching for his girlfriend. 

“Have you seen Y/N?” He asked your friend, Sandrah once he saw her. 

“She was dancing over there,” She pointed, “Let me just warn you, she drank 5 drinks which she thought didn’t have alcohol and she’s going wild.” 

Confusingly, Harry walked towards where she pointed, searching for you, his feet almost moving to the beat of Rihanna’s Wild Thoughts playing. And he spotted you; dancing with a red solo cup in the air with two of your friends as you chanted the lyrics. 

Harry approached you, putting a protective hand on your waist. He was surprised and amused as you shouted an excited “Harry!” before engulfing him in a tight hug. “Dance with me!” 

Still in awe at the confidence that you had surrounded yourself with, both of you holding hands as you threw your cup away, grooving together to the song as you sang loudly, Harry was feeling positively in love. 

“When I’m with you all I get is wild thoughts! Wild, wild, wild, wild, wild, wild, thoughts,” You swayed with your eyes closed, turning around and pressing your back to his chest, putting his hands on your stomach. 

You know this cookie is for the baking,” Harry sang in your ear, swaying with you. 

You giggled, twirling yourself around underneath his arm. “Am I drunk?” 

“Very, love. You’re very drunk.” Harry laughed, pulling you close to his chest. 

“Fuck it, right? You’re going to dance with me all night? Then all day, then all night, then all day, then all night, then all da-” Harry laughed before cutting you off with a kiss. 

“Fuck it.” He confirmed. 

“Hey, Harry?” 

Still swaying in each other’s arms unrythmatically to the song, Harry replied with a smile and a “Yeah?” 

“You know I love you, right?” You had blurted out with a serious face, completely shocking Harry.

Although he wanted to be the first to say it - when you were sober - and have it be incredibly romantic, Harry still couldn’t wipe the happy grin off his face. With a kiss to your head in glee, he said it back; “I love you, too, Y/N. I love you, too.” 


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Disney quote: tangled; did I ever tell you I have a thing for brunettes?

This situation can not possibly be worse, Draco thinks, as he ducks down behind a brick wall trying to catch his breath.

Harry is crouched down beside him, his eyes squeezed tight with a grimace. His breathing is short and pained. It makes Draco feel both terrified and desperate.

Draco has lost count of how many other wizards there are out there; it’d been a complete ambush and neither he nor Potter had seen the rogue spell coming. Potter had dropped with a scream and it had taken every ounce of training he had endured for Draco to even manage to get both he and Potter into this semblance of safety. If you could call hiding behind a dirty brick wall while dozens of hexes were being throw their way safety.

“Potter….Potter!” Draco hisses, his stomach in knots.

“Did I ever tell you I have a thing for brunettes?” Harry mumbles, and his voice sounds tight.

“Potter what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Blondes. I meant blondes.”

Draco has a million things he wants to say on the tip of his tongue but there are so many spells flying their direction he can barely think straight. All he knows is that he has to get them out of here before Potter looses too much blood.

“You’re pretty,” Potter says, and Draco’s hands begin to shake when he realizes the other man is coughing up blood.

“Just focus on not dying Potter, and I’ll think of something.” Although what he has no idea.

“Draco, if I don’t make it-”

Draco shoots off three spells without even blinking before dropping down within an inch of Potter’s face. Potter blinks too many times, as if he can’t focus on Draco’s face, as if it requires too much effort.

“You are not dying do you hear me. I will not allow it.”

“You won’t?” He croaks, trying so hard to smile.

“Absolutely not. It’s unthinkable. Now close your mouth you look ridiculous, well more so than usual.”

“Ok,” he whispers, closing his eyes.

Draco knows there isn’t much time left so he does the only thing he can think of and blasts an illegal hole in the wards before grabbing on to Potter and apparting him straight to St. Mungos.

Fake Date || A.A.

Originally posted by jughead-thethird

Word Count: 1283

Pairing: Archie x reader

Summary: When your sister tries to set you up with everyone under the moon, you impulsively lie to her saying that you have a date when you really don’t. Archie saves the day and is your date to your sister’s wedding.

Warnings: like one cuss word, lying, weddings, kissing

Requested: Nope me just me being in my Archie feels

You were in deep shit. Your sister’s wedding was coming up in a week and you had yet to find a date. This wouldn’t be a problem, seeing that you were strong and independent, but you had already told your sister you had a date.

You see, your sister was obsessed with your romance life. Ever since she had been going steady with her soon-to-be husband, she had nonstop set you up with anyone in her life who was single. She had set you up with what felt like everybody, from a doctor to a used car salesman.

She always said that life was too short to be lived alone. But honestly, you were happy being single. You never had to rely on someone else, you were always in control of the situation. Plus, it wasn’t like you didn’t have any friends. You had Archie, Veronica, Betty, and Cheryl. They were all you needed.

Your sister would, honestly, rather you not show up to her wedding than you come without a date. That’s why she had been going rapid fire with the set-ups lately. You had lost it when she set you up with a man twenty years older than you who had three children and worked at a toilet paper distributing company. You, out of frustration, had told her you had found a date to her wedding, and didn’t need any more blind dates.

But, in reality, you had no date. You just had enough of her asking you how the dates went, and you having to lie saying that you liked the date, but that one little detail threw you off. For example, you told your sister that the date had worn a brown tie, and that you hated brown. Which was a lie, but you didn’t have the guts to tell her to back off. Don’t get it wrong, you loved your sister and were happy she cared so much about you, but sometimes you wished she would focus on your accomplishments rather than who your last kiss was.

You were telling your problems to the crew, when Veronica spoke up, “Archie, you should be her date to the wedding.”

“Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do something like that. Weddings can quite long, especially weddings in my family.” You blushed, while looking down at your lap. You wouldn’t want to impose.

“Don’t be silly, it wouldn’t be a problem now would it Archikins?” Veronica pressed. She was always a problem solver, and never took no for an answer.

“Yeah, it wouldn’t be a problem. You just have to tell me what color your wearing so I can get a matching tie,” Archie laughed, flashing a cute smile at you.

The day of the wedding had finally come, and you were more nervous about trying to convince your sister that you and Archie were a couple rather than the wedding itself. Beforehand you had informed Archie that your sister thinks that you are dating, and to do couple things like hold hands and be close to each other. Archie had made a cheeky comment about kissing each other, but you just laughed it off.

It was going better than you had expected. The ceremony was beautiful and it brought tears to your eyes. Even if your sister was in your business a lot, you were happy for her and her now husband. One day you hoped to be as happy as she is.

But now came the hard part. Before all you and Archie had done was walk in and sit down to watch the ceremony. Archie had his hand in your lap the whole time, he was playing the part of boyfriend very well.

But now it was time for the reception. You and Archie took your seats at the table and waited for the food to be brought out. While you did, your sister drilled you with questions about Archie.

“So, how long have you two been dating?” Your sister inquired.

You both looked at each other and stumbled a little before he sputtered, “Three months.”

“Oh wow, I haven’t heard much about your relationship. When did you have your first kiss together?” She questioned you for what seemed like hours on your fake relationship with Archie. You had to admit, after a few questions, Archie was getting good at answering the questions. It was almost as if you had been dating, and he was just telling the truth.

When your sister and her husband had their first dance, it took your breath away. They were a match made in heaven, and you aspired to be in a relationship like theirs one day. But now it was time for all the bridesmaids to dance with their dates and the bride and groom.

You and Archie got up from your seats and made your way over to the dance floor. They started playing the slow song your sister had picked out and you and Archie began to dance in sync with the other couples. With Archie’s hands on your lower back, he led you during the dance.

“Our story is pretty epic, you know. How I asked you out under the stars by the river and our first kiss was to your favorite song after we talked all night about our dreams,” Archie laughed, looking into your eyes.

“Yeah, it’s almost like it actually happened,” You giggled looking down at your feet then back up to his face.

Archie’s eyes flickered down to your lips for a split second, but you caught it. You bit you lip while you blushed at Archie’s hand slowly making their way down your curves.

“You know, it could be real,” Archie said nervously, “like the story we made up. We could make it into a reality, only if you wanted to of course.”

“Did the Archie Andrews just ask me out?” You asked pretending to be shocked.

Archie laughed and looked around. He made eye contact with your sister who was watching you like a hawk.

You saw who he was looking at, and decided to really make your sister think you were a couple. You wrapped your hands in his hair before pulling him down into a deep kiss. The kiss was intimate, but not sexually. It was the kind of kiss where the whole room melted away and all that was left was the two of you.

The song ended and it turned to a faster song forcing you to either start dancing faster or to sit down. You pulled away from Archie, and pulled him closer to the DJ. You started to dance like you would if you were at the club, with your back pressed against Archie’s front moving your body to the beat of the music.

Archie had turned you around and brought you in for a kiss. This one was different from the other one though. This kiss had more urgency behind it. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against him.

The rest of the night was a blast. You and Archie danced all night long. The couple of times you took your eyes off Archie, you saw your sister looking at you smiling. She was just happy that you were finally having a good time and not acting nervous.

“You know, Arch, you’re a real life saver,” You looked up at the confused boy, “You saved me from all the horrible dates my sister would’ve put me through if I had to tell her we weren’t a couple.”

He smirked as he leaned down to whisper into your ear, “I can think of a couple ways you could repay me.”


a/n: my first archie imagine omg im such a softie for him. this isnt by best but i hope you like it! Give me some feedback please my inbox is always open!!

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Can you do an angsty piece where y/n is super super nice to harry but he's always a dick to her but she tries to brush it off even though it hurts her but one day it all gets too much and harry realises and tries to apologise and make it up to her pleaseee?

It was little things like forgetting to kiss you goodbye and accidentally ignoring you if you tried to talk to him while he was working on things. At first, you thought it must just be a sign of leaving the honeymoon phase. That’s all this was, it had to be.

But then the little things grow into things that sort of chip away at your self esteem, things that have you wondering if Harry even wants you around. You can’t remember the last time he told you he loved you. You’re not sure even the last time he asked you about your day or work or anything, really. You always asked him about his day, you let him vent about work, always hoping at the end of it he’d steer the conversation to you, but he hadn’t in a long time.

You keep working yourself up to say something to him, to ask him if he even wants you anymore, but you always chicken out. Instead, you listen to his breathing slow on the opposite side of the bed and cry yourself to sleep when he doesn’t reach for you.

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You're Not the Only One On Your Lunch. Enjoy Linkin Park.

So, this happened actually yesterday. I work at a call center with 800 or so employees and a bunch of different departments! We have a lounge and also a lunch room, and the lunch room is where this happens.

There’s a woman that comes into the lunch room every day to Skype with her baby. Only problem is. She talks so freaking loud that I can have my headphones full blast and still hear her. She sings Sesame Street and Elmo songs and it gets annoying after awhile. So, I wasn’t in the best mood yesterday because I didn’t sleep well. I’m eating my lunch and here comes Miss Elmo’s World with her friend. (She is EW)

EW: “Wanna Skype with my baby?” Oh, hell no. Friend: “Aw I love babies sure!” Kill me. EW: “OMGEEEEE. HIIIIIIII. ARE YOU WITH DADDY?! AWWW. YOU’RE SO CUTE. AWWWW!” I understand it, babies are cute but this is nuts. I turn to her and say: “excuse me? Can you please keep it down a little?” Elmo’s World then retorts: “haha, no. I’m speaking with my baby. I can be as loud as I want. I’m not hurting anything.” So that’s how you wanna play? Fine.

Now, I am a fan of bands like Linkin Park, Papa Roach and Three Days Grace, so I turned on a song (which was Linkin Park) and cranked it full blast with no headphones in. Elmo’s World turns to me and says: “Turn that off! It’s loud and giving me a headache!” Oh really? I then say: “Oh, I would, but it can be as loud as I want it to be. It’s not hurting anything.” EW: “It’s hurting me.” Me: “You can leave. I politely asked for you to stop screaming at your child who is probably gonna have ear issues by the time he or she turns 10. If it’s bothering you, leave.”

She rolled her eyes, walked away and scoffed. I put my headphones back in when she left. That’s what you get for being a bitch!


its not about the cars.
it’s never truly about the cars.

how did you get turned on to cars?
maybe your family; a gearhead dad or an older brother with a cool, fast car.
maybe a movie; James Bond, Dominic Toretto, Randall Raines… hell maybe herbie the lovebug or speed racer.
maybe you are lucky enough to live in a town that has a booming car culture and you grew up watching lowriders, muscle cars, and tuners roll down your streets every day.

but what has kept you clinging onto cars?
despite the late nights trying to finish a project so you have a vehicle to get to work in the morning.
despite the thousands of dollars you spend just to get a car on the ground let alone looking and driving the way you dream.
despite the confusion of gremlins, the heartbreak of crashes, the frustration of nothing seeming to work as it should.

if your answer isn’t ‘the friends you made along the way’ then you are missing out on the greatest part of cars and car culture.

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