you guys blow me away again

overwatch starters

 i play to win.  
❝  this is my curse. ❞ 
❝  wait for me! ❞ 
❝  your mother would’ve been proud of you. ❞
❝  let us hope for a different outcome. ❞ 
❝  sorry it’s such a mess in here. i-i wasn’t expecting company. ❞
❝  this is going to make you feel better. ❞
❝  the true enemy of humanity is disorder. ❞ 
❝  a steady blade balances the soul. ❞ 
❝  this is just like old times. ❞ 
❝  even here i feel an outcast. ❞ 
❝  think you can do my job, do you… ❞
❝  all eyes on me! ❞ 
❝  ooh, this is my jam. ❞
❝  got your aim from your mom, i see. ❞
❝  i’ll feast on your soul. ❞ 
❝  cheers, love! the cavalry’s here! ❞ 
❝   our paths cross for now. as to the future, we shall see. ❞ 
❝   we could’ve built an empire together. ❞ 
❝   ah. just setting foot here sets my soul at ease. ❞ 
❝  this time, stay down. ❞ 
❝  can i get your autograph? ❞
❝  why are you so angry? ❞
❝  ever get that feeling of déjà vu? ❞ 
❝  i am a different man now. i am whole. ❞ 
❝  over my dead body. ❞ 
❝   i’m on top of the world! ❞
❝  i’m patched up. ❞ 
❝  kids today with techno music. you should enjoy the classics, like hasselhoff. ❞
❝   what’s wrong? don’t you recognize me? ❞ 
❝   aren’t you warm wearing all that? ❞ 
❝  can’t stop, won’t stop. ❞
❝  i’ll race ya! ❞
❝   mock death at your own peril. ❞ 
❝  this time, i will finish the job. ❞ 
❝  death is an illusion. ❞
❝  look at this team! we’re gonna do great. ❞
❝  i am beyond redemption. ❞
❝   it looks like we will be working together. ❞ 
❝   you’ve rescued me again. ❞ 
❝  i will not be defeated so easily. ❞
❝  treasure? s-sure, i don’t know anything you’re talking about. ❞ 
❝  so this is what has become of you? a pity.❞
❝  you’re so amazing! you inspire me. ❞ 
❝  i miss him greatly. ❞ 
❝  there is nowhere to hide. ❞ 
❝  whatcha’ lookin’ at? ❞ 
❝  woo, nothing’s gonna stop me. ❞
❝  that was your dream, not mine. ❞ 
❝  what you call freedom is an illusion that causes more harm than good. ❞ 
❝  hehe, there’s something on your dress.. ❞ 
❝  you have been judged! ❞
❝   i have the upper hand this time. ❞ 
❝  traitor! ❞
❝  you will never amount to anything! ❞
❝  i’ve got my eye on you. ❞
❝  lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad. ❞
❝  the heart of a man still beats inside of me. ❞ 
❝  stay out of trouble. ❞
❝  step into my parlor said the spider to the fly. ❞
❝  one shot, one kill. ❞
❝  don’t think i’m happy about that. ❞ 
❝  now this place? makes me wanna be an atheist. ❞
❝  our world is worth fighting for. ❞
❝  you haven’t aged a day. what’s your secret? ❞
❝  ooooh, shiny! ❞
❝  oh, did that sting? ❞
❝  heroes never die. ❞
❝  where does it hurt? ❞
❝  you’re just a no-good bully. ❞
❝  i’m a one-man apocalypse. ❞
❝  you should look somewhere else. ❞
❝  you said you would arm wrestle me. nervous? ❞
❝  i learned that from my brother. ❞ 
❝  i hope nobody saw that. ❞
❝  on a scale of one to ten, how is your pain? ❞
❝  i’m not a miracle worker. well… not always. ❞
❝  this was once my home. no longer. ❞
❝  sorry! sorry, i’m sorry. sorry. ❞
❝  i remember being here. it was good for my tan. ❞
❝  wish i’d practice my japanese more, konichiwa! ❞
❝  you need a time out. ❞ 
❝  you might not want to tell your friends about that. ❞
❝  guess we know who’s really on top, don’t we? ❞
❝  with every death, comes honor. with honor, redemption. ❞
❝  a punishment for your crimes. ❞ 
❝  i will be on my best behaviour. ❞
❝  you think there’s something worth stealing in that temple? ❞
❝  people should be free. ❞ 
❝  you were never my equal. ❞
❝  death walks among you. ❞ 
❝   last i checked, i didn’t ask for your opinion. ❞ 
❝   you can’t be serious. ❞ 
❝   they’re back. ❞ 
❝   armor? how positively primitive. ❞
❝   now this is my kinda city, everyone’s free to live as they choose. ❞
❝   you need a time out. ❞ 
❝   die! die! die! ❞ 
❝   to think i would have to work with a street ruffian. ❞ 
❝   death comes. ❞ 
❝   one of these days someone is gonna to put an end to you. ❞ 
❝   that which doesn’t kill you…makes you stronger.. ❞
❝   well. you sure take to this bad guy thing easily, don’t ya? ❞
❝   aren’t you supposed to be dead? ❞
❝  i’ll tell you my secret if you give me your coat. ❞
❝   sleep. ❞
❝  never liked you much. ❞
❝  never leave a teammate behind. ❞
❝  together we are strong. ❞
❝  you won’t get rid of me that easily. ❞
❝  i don’t even think children are afraid of you. ❞
❝  i taught you everything you know. ❞
❝  it’s hard to just sit around knowing there’s someone out there that needs to be blown up. ❞
❝  i’ll put an end to your sad story. ❞
❝  you havin’ trouble keeping up? ❞
❝  i have destroyed more of your kind than i can count. ❞
❝ it’s a perfect day for some mayhem. ❞
❝  we’re all soldiers now. ❞
❝  give me your best shot. ❞
❝   you knew exactly what were you doing. ❞
❝   knock me down, and i’ll keep getting back up. ❞
❝   you always did have a high opinion of yourself. ❞
❝   i’m not a young man anymore. ❞
❝  still trying to play hero? ❞
❝  i sometimes wonder if your height is why you’re always in such a bad mood. ❞
❝  this is no place for children. ❞
❝  the world could always use more heroes. ❞
❝  looked in a mirror lately? ❞
❝  Me one, bad guys zero. ❞
❝  i’m gonna have to shoot you down. ❞
❝  this old dog has learned a few tricks. ❞
❝  another one off the list. ❞
❝  i love your glasses, so cute! ❞
❝  if at first you don’t succeed…blow it up again! ❞
❝  that’s for my family back home! ❞
❝  i’ve got you in my sights. ❞
❝  i’m the one who does his job. i’m thinking… you’re the other one. ❞
❝   you weren’t given those guns to toss them away like trash. ❞
❝   i will protect the innocent. ❞ 

That was anticlimactic

For context: We were playing lost mines, finally coming around to our last session. Earlier in the campaign, we made a bargain for an NPC’s (Gundren) life, in which he loses his tounge. We are now in the middle of a combat we don’t know is actually the final one.

DM: “Your crossbow bolt lands in blackspider’s eye with a splat, killing him. The spiders in the room curl up and die, and you see a door behind his chair.”

Me: :Let’s check it out"

In the room we found a bound up dwarf and some treasures. When we speak to him, our situation becomes readily apparent

Dm as Nundro: “Thank you travelers, I am Nundro rockseeker”

Me: “Didn’t we know a rockseeker?”

Nundro: “That would be my brother, he sent you here to save me, no?”

I proceed to blow up in laughter as the DM explains what happened. Because of our little deal, and then just sending Gundren away, we never should’ve found out about wave echo cave, but stumbled upon it through a series of luck rolls

DM (ooc): “So you basically stopped the bad guy, saved the town, and reunited the brothers all by chance, without actually knowing that any of these things existed.”

Nundro: “I will be glad to speak with my brother again.”

Druid: “I think you might find you’ll have trouble doing that anytime soon.”

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Hello for your consideration: the Paladins meet the Guardians.

okay, okay. i’ve been laughing about this for hours since you sent me this here is an amalgamation of some thoughts in Script Format: 

Allura: Paladins! We have an intruder on board!
Hunk: oh man not again. Do you think it’s because of Ulaz? One of his friends, maybe? Someone good? Someone - someone not so good? Oh no, oh no. What if they’re REALLY not so good and then- 
Keith: -HUNK. Knock it off. Get ready. We gotta move to stop these guys.
Pidge: Well that’s weird.
Shiro: What is it Pidge?
Pidge: The ship is detecting various different life forms but one of them is human. Part human, at least.
Lance: So there’s a guy out there that could be from earth?
Hunk: Like Galra Keith?
Keith: *shoots a pointed look* 
Allura: They’ve moving forwards, hurry! 
Shiro: Allura’s right. We’ll figure this out once we know what’s going on. 


Shiro: Can we….um, help you with something?
Allura: who are you? And how did you get onboard my ship?
Quill: we’re the guardians of the galaxy.
Paladins: …?
Quill: the guardians of the galaxy *holds out hands grandly* - the guardians - am I - hey, Gamora am I saying it right?
Gamora: Yes.
Quill: The guardians of the galaxy.
Lance: No we heard you it’s just, we’re sort of the…. defenders of the universe.
Rocket: *laughing* Wait. You mean to tell me THESE GUYS are apparently the defenders of the universe?
Keith: Says the talking Racoon. 
Groot: I am groot.
Rocket: Oh and what’s your name smartass? Keith. 
Keith: Uh… yeah?
Rocket: Oh it is - it is actually Keith. That was just a random guess of an arbitrary name that just came into my head.
Hunk: Okay is anybody else hearing this? Because that’s definitely a fake laugh. I’m just calling it right now. 
Rocket: IT’S REAL. 


Drax: *goes up to Allura* your ears… they’re HIDEOUS.

  • a few of the paladins find this funny because of the parallel to their meeting with allura
  • she is positively affronted  


Lance: Well hello there beautiful lady, your sharpshooter is here for-
Gamora: *twists his arm* -So much as breathe in my direction again and I’ll happily keep going. 
Pidge: *snickering* 


Groot: I am groot.
Pidge: Uh-huh. And?
Groot: I am… Groot?
Pidge: Haha, me too. 
Lance: Hold the phone, you can UNDERSTAND him?
Pidge: Well sure. I just ran some of his phrases through this computer matrix and started piecing together the language Groot uses based on the data I had collected. It’s actually really fascinating because even though he says I am Groot there are infinite results, for example-


Keith: *to gamora at some point* Nice blade.
Gamora: It’s no different to the weapon you carry. 
Rocket: No different- are you kidding me? Now hold on just a minute do you know what that is? It’s LUXITE. That stuff is the rarest metal in our galaxy! And some kid is just throwing it around. 
Keith: I’m not ‘some kid’. 
Groot: I am Groot. 
Rocket: We should steal it, you’re right. 


Hunk: this baby tree is adorable. I want to hug him. Can I please hug the baby adorable tree?


Rocket: What does this thing do?
Coran: Well let me show you: My name is Coran and I’m a gorgeous man.
Cube: My name is Coran and I’m a gorgeous man. 
Rocket: *grinning* My name is Coran and I’m a- 
Gamora: -Rocket, no.  


Quil: Do you have a cool nickname, too? 
Keith: ?
Quill: It’s just kinda the criteria for you know, being a cool space hybrid person with a complicated, sad family backstory. 
Keith: I’m a paladin. That’s all I need to be. 
Quill: Well that’s fine I guess but. Mine’s starlord, just so you know. 

Shiro: Keith… are you okay? What’s going on over here? 
Keith: That tiny tree was doing some weird dance.  *staring at baby groot who is frozen
Shiro: …No it’s not. 
Keith: Was. Trust me, Shiro. It was. 
Shiro: Okay. *pats Keith’s shoulder and walks away* 
Keith: *turns away* 
Groot: *starts dancing again* 
Keith: *looks back and Groot freezes, leans forwards* I’m onto you. 


Rocket: You guys are like the happy meal. With your cutesy lions and bayards. Whereas we - we’re the big mac. 
Allura: What’s a happy meal?
Shiro: That doesn’t matter, because we’re not a happy meal. We’re the supreme special. 
Lance: Yeah! 


Pidge: Woah, you built this? Incredible. 
Rocket: Don’t touch that. 
Pidge: But it’s so beautiful.
Rocket: It’ll also blow all our brains out and I don’t know about you but I’m perfectly fine with my head still being attached to my body. 
Hunk: Wait that’s a bomb?! 
Quill: NO BOMBS. 


Drax: What a curious contraption. But why not just assemble this Valederian from the ground up? Why make tiny lions that join together in such a way? 
Quill: They literally just explained that and it’s called Voltron. 
Drax: That’s what I just said. 
Lance: No you said Valederona. 
Keith: Actually he said Valederian-
Lance: -oh yeah?
Keith: Yeah. 
Hunk: Hate to be the voice of reason here but no. Drax. You definitely did not say Voltron. Keith is right.
Lance: Keith is right?!
Drax: My apologies, it’s a very strange word. Let me ask again about how this Volterrican device works. 

Gunshot (a sneak peek)

So… This was written way back in January (yikes), when I first started to write the mafia au fic 8 Days a Week and only @kawaiilo-ren and a couple other people have seen it. You might think you’ve seen it before, because Kait is a babe and she’s been drawing the amazing comic of this scene (and murdering me along the way). 

My plan was to keep this private until it was time to publish it on Ao3 but life is short and I actually like this. People will probably forget by the time it’s published there anyway, oops. 

Under the cut because it’s long. 

Hospital hall is looking cold and bleak under the fluorescent lights, like it did many hours ago. Yuri doesn’t remember how long it’s been since he left the building but coming back feels like returning from war, maybe. He doesn’t know what war feels like. It must be exhausting, if it resembles this even slightly. 

Ignoring his shaking hands is easy, as is turning a blind eye to his pulsating head ache. His body is crashing after riding through the adrenaline waves and he would kill for a nap; but that would make the list of things worth killing for longer and he isn’t sure if he is ready to deal with the paperwork. He isn’t ready to deal with anything yet, he just wants to return the weapon to its true owner and fall into a lifelong slumber.

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Headcanon: Bill being too Rough During Sex and the Aftercare

I miss doing headcanons! I finally had time to write a new one. This one was so much fun to write; I even kind of turned myself on lol. I’m the worst. 

Warning: 18+ SMUT. Nothing terribly graphic but I would feel more comfortable labeling this NC-17. Sweet, sexy Billy. 

Requests for imagines and headcanons are open. Tags are open as well. 

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

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Dance For Me


Request: Can you do one where Shawn comes all the way from tour for you birthday and tells you that you are going to go on tour with him as his personal dancer ? Xx

Word Count: 1,813

A/N: I really hope you like this. 

Dance For Me

“That was so sick, for real tho!” Your friend said, giving you a high five.

“We killed it!” You said, clapping your hands.

You had been working on this choreography for so long, without getting it right, it had actually started to annoy you, but this time, this time, you both killed it.

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Being in a polyamorous relationship with Jughead and Archie

A/N: I wanted to take a break from OLiG and go for something that’s caught my eye. I don’t really see these kinds of imagine/drabbles in the fandom so I wanted to shine some light. If you like these, I’ll make more

  • Being part of their friendship since the beginning, so when they split, you stayed with Jughead
  • In the time, he came out to you as asexual and you came out to him as polysexual
  • You better believe you two supported the SHIT out of each other, and made some jokes too
    • “At least you can have sex twice, (Y/N)! I can’t even think of sex without internally cringing!
    • “Do you even know the definition of polysexual? It can be MORE than two people, Juggie!”
  • When Jughead and Archie got back together, you were the one helped mend the broken ends and fixed everything
  • Jughead and Archie sitting at Pop’s one day, waiting for you to come and Jughead accidentally let it slip to Archie
    • “Where is (Y/N)? I miss my poly princess.”
  • Archie was shocked to say the least, but when you entered the restaurant, he forgot why he was confused
    • “Why do you two look like you’ve seen a ghost?”
  • Archie giving you an open hearted speech about how you should’ve told him and he accepts you because he’s always loved you
  • Jughead spilling he loves you too
  • You drop the idea about being in the relationship and they both were hesitant, but when you explained they wouldn’t be dating each other, they were fine
  • During school, Archie held your hand and Jughead carried your books
  • People giving confused glances as both guys kissed you goodbye 
  • Reggie and the football team calling you names and picking on you
    • “Hey look, it’s the Riverdale whore herself!”
  • Putting on a brave face throughout the teasing, but breaking down at Pop’s one night with the guys, Veronica, Betty, Cheryl and Kevin
  • Both guys held your hand while Kevin and Cheryl potted the guys’ demise
  • Veronica and Betty still being confused about the relationship but they still protected it
  • The next day, Archie punched Reggie and they got into a huge fight, and Jughead held you behind him, protecting you
  • Holding ice to Archie’s black eye
    • “That was dumb of you, but thank you for trying to help.”
  • Cuddling with Archie on nights Jughead was working on his book
  • Jughead sharing his fries with you, and that meant a lot to both of you
    • “Jughead Jones the Third, you, sharing fries, with MOI?!”
  • When FP is thrown into jail, you cuddle the SHIT out of Jughead (taking some pointers from when Archie cuddles you)
  • Stealing Jughead’s beanie and Archie’s football jacket
  • One day, Archie sees you in his shirt and he realized how much he loves you
  • You two have sex make love that night and it was something you’d never expect Archie to be so great at
  • But then again, you two did have sex like three other times before this
    • “You somehow always blow me away everything.”
  • Jughead feeling left out sometimes, so you two spend weekends at the Drive-In, holding hands, cuddling, and talking ranting
  • Both guys would protect you until the end of time
  • They loved you endlessly
  • Being shocked everyday by their stupidity, and carelessness for you
  • Loving those goofballs until the end of time

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It was a tradition for you and Harry to work out together. You thought doing it with eachother would motive you both to actually stick with it. So every other morning you guys would go to your local gym and exercise for about an hour.

Usually you guys go your separate ways because you like to mainly work on your cardio, while Harry lifted weights. As you popped headphones in your ears, you lifted yourself onto the treadmill and pressed start. While your legs got into a good pace you got into the zone, listening to New Rules by Dua Lipa and you were actually having fun and working up a sweat.

You were halfway to your 1 mile mark when you felt eyes on you. Thinking you were being paranoid you just ignored it and changed the song on your phone. But after a few minutes you still felt like someone was still watching you.

You look up from your phone and turn your head to the left. You made eye contact with this young blonde guy who was staring at you while he was on the treadmill. A few seconds later you quickly turned away. Not really thinking anything of out it so you just ignored it.

After you finished running a mile on the treadmill you quickly got off and headed towards the section where you could sit and do some stretches. You pulled out your yoga mat and sat down to do some push ups and sit-ups before you went to work out your arms.

You Layed down on your back with your knees bent and started to pull yourself up. After a while it go kind of tiring so you closed you eyes and forced yourself to get to 50.

“35, 36, 37, 38, 39-”

“Need some help, pet.” Your eyes quickly reopened and you saw the same guy who was starting at you, towering over you.

“Excuse me?” You didn’t quite get what he was getting at since you were just doing sit ups, and didn’t need a spotter or anything.

“I can help you.” He says kneeeling down closer to you. “By holding your feet down while you do more sit ups.” He roughly grabbed your leg to try and bring you closer to him.

“Um, I’m good really but thanks.” You started to feel a little uneasy since no one else was around this area of the gym.

“Awh, come on you don’t want to hurt yourself. Your a pretty small thing.” He said to you but when he spoke he wasn’t looking at your face.

You suddenly felt self conscious in what you were wearing. Your sports bra and leggings were your usual gym attire but right now you wish you had a shirt on. Since he was clearly looking at your boobs, and you were uncomfortable.

“I’m fine really. I’m almost done.” You yanked your feet from his grips and he seemed a little taken back and a bit upset but you didn’t care.

He got up and left. You let out a sigh of relief and finished your last few sit-ups. After You gathered your mat and headed over to the arm machines.

After you were done with your arms, you checked your phone to see the time. You had about 10 more minutes before you guys left and you presumed harry was still working out. Your whole body was soar so you decided to end early. You scrolled through your phone for a few minutes before your mouth started to get dry.

You grabbed your water bottle and cursed at yourself when you realize it was empty. You scanned your eyes across the gym until you found a water fountain.

You walked over to it and bent down to drink some first before you filled up your water bottle. The water was super cold and refreshing. You twisted the bottle cap off and started to fill it up with water.

The water was almost filled to the top when you felt something touch your butt. You quickly turned around and almost spilled the water over yourself.

“I think those butt work outs are really helping ya.” The blonde guy said who was currently too close for your liking. Your heart started to pound in your chest at his actions.

“What is your problem?!” You scoffed at him and he just smirked making you feel uneasy.

“What? I see a cute ass, I compliment it. The correct thing you should say is thank you.” He said it like it was a normal occurrence for him to grab a girls butt.

“Well I really don’t appreciate you doing that.” You didn’t want to talk to him anymore. You just wanted to find Harry and leave. You tried to step away from him, but he blocked your way of getting out.

“Please get out of my way.” You tried to say in a strong voice but your voice wavered as the fear started boiling in you. You looked around the gym to see if you could catch eyes with Harry. But you couldn’t see him and your heart sank. And everyone else could barely see you since the water fountain was a bit hidden.

“Oh come on, stop playing hard to get.” He tells you as he backs you up against the water fountain, and pushed himself against you.

“I’ve been watching you all day working out, and I like what I see.” He places his hands on your waist. You tried to pull away from him but you couldn’t.

“Don’t touch me!” You yelled at him as you tried to pry your his hands off you body. But he grabbed your wrists. You hoped someone heard you but it was probably unlikely since this place was drowned by music.

“ Don’t worry, pet.” He’s face inches closer to you until his mouth was by your ear.

“I’m fit and can show you a great time.” His hot breathe making you turn your head away from him.

“Get the fuck away from me. I have a boyfriend.”

He chuckled like what you said didn’t faze him. “He doesn’t have to know….” The guy said as he grabbed your face in his hand trying to kiss you.

“I don’t think she’s interested, mate. You should leave her alone.” Harry’s familiar voice said from behind you. Relief immediately flooded over you.

The guy turned away from you for a second to speak to Harry “why don’t you fuck off man. This doesn’t concern you.”

Harry’s jaw clench and when he saw the guy put his hands back on your waist that’s when he lost it. In a blink of an eye the guy who was in front of you was slammed into the wall by Harry.

“It does concern me, when your trying to get with my girl” Harry slams his fist into his jaw making the guy wince in pain.

“Don’t you every touch her again, you prick!” Harry swung his head back to send another blow to him but you stopped him.

“Harry, please stop it’s ok. I’m ok.” People we’re starting to look over here. You grab Harry’s hand and he turns back to your shaking frame trying to get him away from the guy.

“Let’s just go okay. Harry. Please let’s just go home.” You pleaded with him with tears forming in your eyes. You didn’t want to see Harry get hurt or him hurt anyone else and you just needed him right now. Harry’s eyes soften when he saw the state you were in, and let go of the guy.


You were in the kitchen with a bag of pees on Harry’s hand to try and bring down the swelling. The car ride over was silent because you knew Harry was still fuming and wanted to go back a beat the living crap out of that guy.

“Did he hurt you?” Was the first thing Harry said to you.

“I’m fine Harry just a little shaken. It’s you I’m worried about, you might need stitches.” You said looking down at his hands.

“I can’t leave you for 5 fucking seconds before someone tries hitting on you. Damn it Y/N I told you to put on a shirt before we left the house.” Harry said in frustration.

You scoffed at him “you’re really blaming me for that creepy guy? It’s not my fault or what I was wearing. He shouldn’t of stalked me either way.” You told Harry.

You’re hurt and upset at his words. You throw the bag of pees at his chest.

“You know what you ice your hand yourself I’m going upstairs.”

You turn around to leave before Harry grabbed your wrists and turned you back to him.

“Wait, wait. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, Love. That came out so wrong It’s not your fault.” You look at him to see him explain.

“It’s just that your mine, and I just can’t stand the thought of other guys looking at you the way I should only look at you.” He sighs and takes your hand in his.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I just get a bit jealous and protective over you is all. It’s just because I love and adore you.” He says while placing his hand on the side of your cheek.

“Apology accepted and I love and adore you too.” Harry smiles and pulls your face towards him to connect your lips with his. You sighed into the kiss with content that you were with Harry safe and sound.

“Maybe we can make our own little gym at home, in the guest room.” Harry said between kisses, you nod your head at his suggestion.

“And we can motive ourselves more.” Harry said.

“How so?”

“Let’s just say you can be my bit of motivation to keep me going.” Harry smirked as you giggled, realizing what he means.

“Why don’t we start now.” You whisper to Harry and he grinned.

You felt Harry’s hand on your waist, and screamed when picked you up and ran upstairs to the office to have some fun.

IM BACK! I hope you guys enjoy this and tell me what you think in my asks! Also send me requests!

Day6 and first date headcanons


  • he’s a classic guy, let’s be honest
  • he takes you out for dinner and a movie
  • but it’s not formal
  • hell no, he takes you to see a comedy movie and then you’re out to fast food
  • classy right lmao
  • so ANYWAYS he picks you up and drives you to the theater
  • Sungjin does the full nine, popcorn, drinks, candies
  • during the movie, he laughs so hard he starts choking on his drink, which makes you laugh, which makes him laugh even harder ((it’s an endless cycle and you’re both dying))
  • when the movie ends, he grabs your hand and helps you out of your seat and to the car
  • he asks what your favorite fast food place is, and he happily drives you there
  • he buys you your favorite and you two tell stories as you eat
  • but you’re both careful not to laugh and choke again lol
  • after you’re both done eating, you just kinda drive around
  • it’s actually really nice, he’s blasting the radio and you’re both singing along and he’s blowing you away with his amazing voice
  • he’s the type of guy that you can talk to and never get bored
  • and he’s dancing and goofing off with the windows rolled down
  • when he finally drives you home, you’re both slow to say goodbye because you had so much fun
  • “today was really great”
  • “and um, I really wanna thank you for coming out with me”
  • “this has probably been one of the best first dates I’ve been on…”
  • “so is it okay if I ask for a second date?”


  • he’d wanna do something fun and casual so what better than a carnival
  • he’d probably try to show off a bit by trying to win the games but he lost 9/10 times bc those things are rigged yall don’t trust them
  • but he did somehow manage to win the game where you throw the baseball at the bottles
  • even he was surprised he won at first
  • but as soon as it sunk in, he played it cool, like he toooootally knew he was gonna win
  • you picked out a pink stuffed bear and wonpil thought you two looked so adorable together he had to take a picture
  • “it’s not my fault that you’re cute, Y/N”
  • but yeah you two are sharing cotton candy and acting super sweet
  • like honestly, my teeth are rotting as I type this, that’s how sweet
  • he’s such a gentleman, he’s helping you up and down stairs and opening doors for you and giving you 100% of his attention
  • you two decide to get on the carousel
  • which is all great until wonpil practically falls off the horse at the end of the ride
  • “it’s high up okay don’t tease me!”
  • and you just laughed and grabbed his hand and pulled him to the next ride
  • by the end of the day, you’ve been on so many rides together, you’re full of amazing food, and you have your little pink bear to cuddle
  • he walks you up to your door and grabs your hand
  • “thanks for an amazing date, Y/N”
  • “maybe… we can go on another one sometime soon?”
  • and all you can do is nod enthusiastically
  • gosh he’s so happy omg


  • he asked you to the park
  • honestly he had other plans for your first date, but it’s just so nice out that he can’t help himself
  • so you happily grab your stuff and go with him to the park
  • at first you’re just walking along the sidewalk, talking and giggling, until he drags you towards a hill
  • at the top of the hill, there are trashcan lids
  • at first, you’re confused. why are those there?
  • but then you see dowoon sitting on top of one and then you understand
  • you line your lid up with his, sit down, and get ready to race
  • “one, two…. GO!”
  • what a cheater, he didn’t even say three
  • and just like that, you push off, sliding down the hill, both of you laughing like crazy
  • of course Dowoon won, he cheated, after all
  • so you grab his hand and drag him back up the hill to go again
  • at first it was all about racing, but as time passed, it turned into just goofing off
  • you went down the hill backwards, he tried to go down while standing up ((but he fell off halfway down and rolled the rest of the way lmao))
  • and eventually, he sat you in his lap and you tried to go down together
  • it was a total flop, you flew off one way and he flew off the other
  • but it was so much fun
  • after that, he bought you something from a snack stand nearby
  • you walked together, telling stories and happily eating until you realized he had walked you all the way back home
  • you were sad that it was over for a minute before he looked up, blushing slightly
  • “is it okay if we do this again soon?”
  • hell yeah it’s okay
  • both of you are grinning like fools


  • when he asked you out, you had no idea where he was taking you
  • but when you pulled up, you weren’t surprised to see he took you to one of those restaurant/arcade places that has a buffet and a million games
  • this boy bought so many tokens that you were almost worried he blew all his money lmao
  • but as soon as he got the hundreds of tokens, he dragged you over to the games
  • Jae is amazing at skee ball
  • he’s a literal god
  • you turn around for 5 seconds and when you turn back he’s got a shit-eating grin on his face and an armful of tickets
  • you’re playing all sorts of games and it’s all sunshine and rainbows until
  • “I bet I can beat you at air hockey”
  • exCUSE
  • so you take him up on his challenge
  • it’s the most extra thing lmao you’re both getting stares from everyone around you because you’re roasting the hell out of each other while you’re playing
  • “learn how to hit the puck!”
  • “learn how to hit it back!”
  • you’re both children honestly
  • by the time you’re both too tired to play any more games, you both have a bunch of tickets
  • you tell Jae you’re hungry and he grabs your hand without hesitation and drags you to get pizza
  • he’s the type of guy that you literally can’t feel uncomfortable with, he’s cracking jokes and telling you all kinds of stories
  • when you’re done, you stand up and race him to the ticket counting machine
  • you got exactly 1 more ticket than him lmao he’s a sore loser and pouts all the way to the gift counter
  • you spot a giant stuffed chicken on the top shelf but you don’t have enough tickets for it
  • you don’t even ask but Jae is handing all his tickets to the clerk, and combined, you have just enough to get it
  • the drive back to your house is filled with laughter
  • before you get out of the car, he stops you
  • “Y/N, I had a lot of fun today”
  • “and I was thinking,”
  • “maybe we could do this again in the near future?”

Young K

  • what’s fun and exciting?
  • roller blading obviously
  • so that’s what he takes you to do for your first date
  • now, you’re a bit hesitant
  • because roller blading is hard okay
  • plenty of opportunities to embarrass yourself lmao thanks Brian Young K
  • but he’s really sweet, he gets your skates for you and helps you lace them up and everything
  • what a gent amirite
  • you get out onto the rink
  • and you fall instantly
  • like complete wipeout
  • and this little sweet, adorable, perfect man is sitting there laughing his ass off ((how rude))
  • so when he reaches down to help you up, you yank him down so that you’re both on the floor
  • “that’s not nice!”
  • “then don’t laugh at me!”
  • of course, he’s still laughing while you both sit there on the ground looking stupid
  • finally, he gets up and pulls you up with him
  • you almost fall again, but he grabs your hands and grins
  • you’re skating super slow, scared to slip and there are kids literally going circles around you two lmao
  • Young K would completely focus on helping you feel comfortable and get going
  • and after a little while, you’re skating side by side
  • “wanna race?”
  • you were unsure at first, but then decided why not?
  • so you both grab the wall and wait for him to count down
  • “three, two, one, GO!”
  • and you’re both pushing off and racing across the rink
  • you run into the wall and then notice that Young K isn’t there
  • you beat him omg
  • when he gets to you he’s cheering and hugging you and it’s so cute
  • he takes you home and is shyly rubbing the back of his neck
  • “hey, Y/N”
  • “will you go out with me again soon?”

anonymous asked:

hi i was wondering if you had any speculation as to why Jack is imprinting on Dean so much? Sam's been the more fatherly to Jack since the beginning and Dean has been, at best, giving Jack the cold shoulder, but Jack copies Dean and not Sam. Any thoughts?

Hey, Anon! Sorry it took me so long to answer this—I’ve been really busy trying to write the fic I’m posting tomorrow–but to answer your question!

Okay, so this, I feel, has kind of been done to death/is pretty much general knowledge considering what I’ve seen on my dash, so I’m gonna keep this short. I personally think that Jack imprints on Dean specifically because of Castiel’s relationship to both brothers. By this, I mean: Dean is Castiel’s best friend (and potential romantic partner), and Sam is Cas’s friend. Or: Dean has always been more emotionally involved when it comes to everyone’s favourite trench-wearing angel, as opposed to Sam, who is concerned as any friend would be, but does not have anywhere near that level of attachment.

Barring the fact that Jack is nephilim (though I’ll touch on that later), it’s pretty clear that Dean has been the one totally and overtly destroyed by Castiel’s passing, which… for a new-born kid who has no experience with reading complicated micro-expressions and other complex human emotions, the immediate conclusion is: Sam is sad, Dean is devastated. Ergo, Dean was closer to Castiel. If Cas was supposed to be Jack’s model for goodness and human behaviour, and Cas was very close to Dean, it then stands to reason that Dean can act as a role model in his stead.

The fact that Jack is nephilim also adds a really nice analytical space for the audience to play with. Most notably: we know that angels sense longing. Jack is half angel, but it’s possible he can sense this as well. Living with Dean must be unbearable with regards to his grieving process and longing for Castiel, which is, honestly, something I think Jack can recognize in himself: he is also longing for his mom/dad/parental figure. It may be a different type of longing, but once again, I feel that Jack is still a little young to be able to parse the subtleties differentiating Dean’s longing and his own. Recognizing himself in Dean, therefore, makes him an ideal candidate for imprinting. 

Then there’s the other really interesting fact that Jack was inside Castiel. Dean recently pointed out that he manipulated him, with the implication that this was from the inside because he was unborn. If this is the case: does Jack know anything of Castiel? We don’t know yet, but if he does… he’d also know that Dean was Cas’s primary teacher when it comes to humanity and “goodness”, further establishing the eldest Winchester as the best model for human behaviour. 

Furthermore, I think that if Jack has indeed learnt Castiel about through his manipulation of him—if he knows him, you could make a very good argument for Jack choosing Dean as his human role through recognizing love. This is essentially the same argument for Jack’s recognizing Dean’s longing in himself: if Jack can recognize that he feels love for his mother, even though she’s gone, he should be able to go recognize that Cas felt love for Dean. Clearly, the types of love will be different, but he’ll feel it, recognize the feelings as being very similar and think: my father loved this man, therefore he is good, just as I love my mother and she was good. 

I know this argument is pretty tenuous, but it’s my headcanon, and if it’s true, that also gives insight into just how upset Jack must be that Dean is outwardly antagonistic towards him. I mean, we can understand Dean’s actions as being tied to his grief and Jack’s past actions, but all Jack knows is that this man who, was loved by his father and was therefore good, hates him. No wonder he’s convinced he evil: if Dean, the paragon of goodness (because Castiel loved him), says he’s bad news, he must be! And in fact, when Jack overhears Dean and Sam’s argument, and when Dean, for the first time, truly lays out why he’s so angry with Jack and doesn’t trust him—why he thinks he’s evil—that is when Jack calls for Cas. Because yes, he is scared and thinks he’s truly alone… but also because he gets it, now: because Cas loved him, Dean is good; Dean blames him for X; the way to become good in Dean’s eyes is therefore to reverse X. 

I’m actually blown away by how Cas-centric this season is, even though he isn’t even technically alive. Castiel’s entire way of being has influenced Jack’s moral positioning and fuelled his desire to imprint on Dean, while Dean will not stop re-quoting and twisting one of Castiel’s first lines to him in 4x01: you deserve to be saved. And I know I’ve said this a billion times, but I’ll say it again because it continues to blow me away: Dean has not once in this season said to anyone: “you deserve to be saved”. He’s told Sam you deserved, past tense, but no one is currently worthy of saving right now. Dean has come leaps and bounds in his own personal development in past seasons, and now he’s basically back to square one. Why? Because Cas is dead, guys. And if the angel who saved him isn’t brought back i.e. not worth saving—then why the hell even bother trying? 

Sorry Anon, I went a little overboard… but I hope I answered your question sufficiently!

anonymous asked:

Christmas Newsies request please? One where the reader is a girlsie and she's been reeeeally sick for a long time and the newsies have been trying to take care of her, but it's getting to be too much. You can take it from there if you want 😊 Love you and your blog, you wonderful cinnamon roll

No YOU’RE a wonderful cinnamon roll! Thank you for this request, I hope it came out the way you wished! <3
- K

A warm hand settles on your forehead and you frown beneath your eyelids, slowly stirring awake. “Hey, (y/n).”

You open your eyes at the sound of Jack’s familiar voice. “Hey.” Your voice comes out as a croak, and Jack’s face falls slightly at the sound. 

“How ya feelin’?”

You look behind him to see some of the other boys listening in, all with worried faces. You’ve been sick for over a week now, completely bed-bound with how weak you are. And none of you can afford a doctor, so … it’s just been getting worse. Of course, the cold weather isn’t helping.

“I’m feeling fine. Not any better, but,” you offer a weak smile for the sake of the boys behind Jack, “I’ll get there.”

Jack notices the falsity in your statement, and turns to look over his shoulder at the other boys. “A’ight boys, the mornin’ bell rung almost fifteen minutes ago. Get on to your sellin’ spots before the others take all of your customers.” The boys nod and exit slowly, all of them calling various versions of “goodbye” over their shoulders.

Jack sighs once they leave and sets a hand on your forehead. “You’s burnin’ up.”

“Really?” you snuggle down into your blanket. “I’m freezing.”

Jack’s mouth twitches. “Yeah, well that’s not good.” He stands up. “You get some more rest. The boys and I will take care of your share of the money.”

Tears well up in your eyes. “Jack, you can’t continue to do this much longer. Soon-”

“Soon,” he interrupts you, walking back to your bed, “you’ll be all better and ready to celebrate Christmas with us.” He offers you a half smile. “You’s our only sister, (y/n). Of course we’re gonna take care of ya.”

One week later-Christmas Eve

You smile from your place on the worn down couch down in the living room, watching the boys pull out real socks or shoelaces or coats out from the newspaper wrapping. Jack said they could all open one of their two presents each tonight, but you know some of them are cheating.

The warm, wool blanket Katherine had gotten you is wrapped around your legs, and another from upstairs over your shoulders. You have gotten better over the past week, but definitely not good enough to go out onto the streets and sell again. The boys have been the best brothers ever during your sickness, and you don’t think they deserve your kindness.

Katherine smiles at Jack after looking away from Buttons tearing open a brand new pair of suspenders that he needed. “Jack, why don’t you give (y/n) her present next?”

Your heart sinks. “Oh, you guys didn’t have to get me anything, I’ve taken enough from you already.”

All of the boys protest your statement in different ways, whether it be blowing rasberries or yelling. You laugh at their ridiculousness, and settle back down into the arm of your couch as Jack walks toward you with a small box wrapped in newspaper. You take it gratefully, and Romeo scoots closer to you on the couch, putting an arm over your shoulders.

When you open the box, tears well up in your eyes. At least fifty dollars of cash and coins stare up at you from inside, maybe more. You look up at them all, and hold the box away from you. “I can’t take this, how did you get this?”

Race grins from his spot leaning against the wall in the corner. “We all chipped in.”

“And so did Plums, here,” Skittery adds, putting an arm around the woman in question.

Jack takes the money from your shaking hands and sets it on the floor. “It’s enough for six doctor’s visits. Depends on how quick you get better, but when you do, the rest will go to whenever the rest of us need a doctor.”

Tears well up in your eyes. “How can I thank you guys?”

Crutchie smiles and taps the box with his crutch. “You don’t hafta.”

Ghost! au | Woojin (FINAL)

part 1

part 2

part 3

*this is pure angst but dont worry lol 

1.3k words, jeSUS

  • he faded away
  • right in front of your eyes
  • one second the two of you were kissing softly, hearts beating in your throats
  • the next you were sitting alone on your couch, the feeling of his lips still on yours
  • you looked around a couple of times
  • you stood up and looked up the couch cushions
  • “woojin?”
  • silence
  • your heart literally fell to the ground
  • you started frantically searching around your apartment
  • you were looking in the weirdest places
  • the freezer, behind the curtains, in the shower, under your bed
  • if someone could physically fit in there you were looking
  • after calling out to him a couple of times, you fall back onto the couch 
  • was this all a dream?
  • did he not even exist?
  • did you make him up because you were stressed and needed a way to cope?
  • you tried to reason this whole thing out
  • but no matter how many times you told yourself this wasnt really happening and none of it really happened
  • you thought of all the times it felt so real
  • when the two of you would dance to “the power of love” by air supply
  • when the two of you would cuddle (as friends of course) together on the couch and watch the news
  • when the two of you would play pranks on people
  • when the two of you would go to the movies together
  • everything felt so so real
  • when it finally dawned on you that you lost woojin you just broke down
  • nobody was going to be there for you when you felt hopeless because you were about to die
  • you missed him already and it had only been 35 minutes since he disappeared

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Break Up Prank

(Y/N pov)
I set up my camera making sure it was recording as I jumped into my swirly chair for the Intro, “WHATS UP GUYS !!! So as you guys know I recently moved in with my boyfriend Sammy and it just so happens that he isn’t home right now soooooooooo WE’RE GONNA PULL A PRANKKKKKKKKK!! So I tweeted what I should do to prank Sammy but quickly deleted it so he wouldn’t see the tweet and the most requested prank was a break up prank. I figured this will be great because as I said we JUST moved in together.-”

I get cut off by my phone ringing “that’s him right now” I say to the camera then answer “hey sam.. mhm.. okay. See you then, bye”

I end the call and focus back on the camera. “So for the past week I’ve been acting a bit distant towards Sammy, haven’t been calling him pet names as in babe, baby, sweet heart, love, etc. I actually really only call him ‘Sam’ haha. But I’ve been making it seem as if I just don’t want to be intimate with him in anyway.”

I proceed to pick up the camera and hide it so Sammy won’t suspect a thing, as I continue talking to it. “At first he took it as a joke but for the past few days I’ve been able to tell that it’s really starting to get to him and he seems very confused. But he just told me he’s almost home and as you could tell by the call I had a very blank attitude towards it hahaaha but I’m curious to see how this goes, my prediction is-”

I get cut off by the sound of the key entering the door. I quickly make sure the camera is hidden backing up from it, ‘he’s home’ I mouth into the camera. As I jump on the couch and turn my attention to the already turned on tv acting as natural as possible.

Sammy then walks in, “hey baby” he says as he sets his keys down, taking off his shoes and hat.

“Hi” I say grabbing the remote and turning down the tv and facing him but still sitting upright on the couch. He then sits down on the couch next to me putting his feet up on my lap, understanding that I needed to talk from my body language and actions.

“What’s up ma?” He asks

“um, well Sam I have something kinda serious to talk about..” I drag on, he nods indicating for me to proceed. I could see the worried look on his face, as if he knew what was going down but didn’t want to believe it. “Okay Sam, well first off I want you to know that I love you dearly, you’ve made this past year and a half of my life the best it could be. But I hate to say, I honestly think we should break up.”

By now his legs are off my lap, he’s sitting straight up, face in his hands, tapping his foot. There was an awkward silence for what felt like hours, then he finally said something. “Is there anything I did that made you come to this decision?” He asks finally looking up at me as if he’s about to cry.

“No not in particular I just think we both have stuff going on in our lives. We barley see each other, you’re barley home and if you are then I’m not…. I don’t know it just feels lost ya know?” I say as believable as I can.

His tone completely changes “Y/N what the fuck do you mean?! We grind together!! Half of the time we’re out together when we’re not home!!” He seems to be getting pissed but is trying to stay calm

“Sam this relationship is too distant, I’m not feeling it” I state.

He then stands up as do I, he starts to pace a bit and run his hand through his brown locks “Y/N ARE YOU SERIOUS?! WE JUST MOVED IN TOGETHER!! HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS??” He questions

“I don’t know about a week..” I respond


“SAM STOP FUCKING YELLING AT ME!” I ironically yell back


“I’m sorry Sam I really am” I say

“WHY ARE YOU SO CHILL? Do you not care? Because all I ever did was care, what FUCKING HAPPENED TO FOREVER??”

“Nowadays forever ain’t too long” I say nonchalantly.


“Sam, things change, people change, I’m sorry you feel this way but I promise it’s the best for us” I state


“Sam there’s nothing to resolve, it’s over.” I blankly say

Sammy then starts to frantically pace “OH MY FUCKING GOD Y/N ON THE OTHER HAND WE HAVE A YEAR LEASE!! WE HAVE TO LIVE HERE FOR YEAR BEFORE WE MOVE OUTT!!!-” while Sammy continues to rant I slowly start backing up towards the camera, I quickly look at it and smile before he notices. Then behind my back I grab it. “-I REALLY CANT FUCKING PROCESS WHATS GOING ON! I REALLY THINK IM GONNA GO INSANE” he says looking at me as he finishes

“oh yea Sammy?” I say walking towards him and I continue “And I really think that THIS IS A FUCKING PRANNNKKKKKKKKK!!” I say as whip the camera out from behind my back and dramatically move it around Sammy’s face.

“Oh my god” he says chuckling a bit and falling back on the couch. “Did I get ya?? Hmmm???? I think I did” I gloat as I jump on his lap straddling him, the camera out arms length so it could view us both.

“yes oh my god I’m like so glad that was a prank but I’m so mad too haha” he says hugging me and I hug back.

“Were you mad?” I question

“umm yeah obviously” he says in a 'duh’ tone.

“Explain to the people how you felt” I say looking at the camera then him

“I really didn’t know how to feel, like I felt like you didn’t love me. And the fact that you were acting so chill made it so much worse. I could literally FEEL my heart breaking, I don’t know it’s hard to explain but yeah” he says feeling a bit shy, I could see his cheeks flushing as he explained.

“Awwww babyyyyyy” I say giving him a kiss. “It honestly hurt me to see you that pissed off and sad and in such mixed emotions, it was like you wanted to kick my ass for making you feel that way but you couldn’t because you love me too much” I add on

“EXACTLY” he shouts in admiration. “And I was also thinking about how if we did break up we’d have to live together for a damn year since neither of us can move out and that also would’ve killed me”

I nod in agreement, rubbing his back slowly as he’s still breathing pretty harshly “I’m sorry Sammy boy but it was for the fans” I chuckle

He then hugs me again for longer this time “ugghhhhh you don’t understand how relived I am- WAIT is this why you’ve been calling me 'Sam’ ALL WEEK?” He realizes and pulls away to look at me.

I smile and nod “yeah ahhha I had to set the mood for the finale” I say.

“Well you did a pretty damn nice job, you’re a good actress”

“thank you my love, well that’s all for this weeks video I hope you guys enjoyed because WE DIDN’T!” I say

Sammy adds on “we love you all so much,”
he says blowing a kiss to the camera then holding up a peace sign.

“ANNNDDDD I’ll see you guys next videooooooo” I say finally covering the screen with my hand
I then turn off the camera. I get off of Sammy’s lap place the camera on the table next to my lap top for when I’m ready to edit.
I walk back over to the couch and Sammy pulls me on his lap, I screech in surprise.

“You know that wasn’t nice baby” Sammy breathes in my ear

“You know you love me” I say looking at him with a smirk on my face

“Ehhh maybe a little bit” he says rolling his eyes, a smile creeping upon his lips

Stiles Imagine- You’re cute

Okay, but dating Stiles would automatically give him permission to annoy the hell out of you in class. He would sit behind you just so he could constantly poke you and talk to you about nonsense. You would normally get in trouble by some teacher.

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You sat in your seat copying down some notes from the board with a bored expression. Finstock rambled on about something while glaring at Greenburg the whole time. Why is he always so mad at him?

Groaning, you slammed your head into the desk. While laying there you felt a soft poke on the side of your face. 

“Hey. Hey Y/N” you heard Stiles as he continued to poke the side of your face.

You only groaned in response. He continued to poke all over your cheek with a goofy expression on his face. You lifted your head to glare at him. 

“What Stiles?”

He giggled, literally freaking giggled, before going “you’re really cute”

You rose your eyebrows slightly while looking at him confused.


“You’re really cute,” he said resting his head on his palm.

You rolled your eyes before turning towards the board.

Stiles frowned before poking your face again.

“Stiles, are you high?” You questioned as he continued his actions.

“I don’t think so.”

You looked at him before swatting his hand away. You glared at him and he smiled cheekily.

Scott leant forward so he was in between you two.

“Guys, you’re being really cute and all, but I suggest you stop before Coach blows a fuse.”

“It’s his fault,” you whisper yelled at Scott.

Stiles gasped playfully before grabbing his chest and acting offended.

“M’lady, how dare you?”

“Stiles if you poke me one more time, I’m yelling.” You said stopping his hand from moving any closer.

“You wouldn’t dare.” he said as his hand inched closer.

“Watch me,” you whispered as his finger poked your cheek.

“Coach! Coach! Stiles won’t stop poking me and I’m trying to listen to your lesson. I think my education is at stake right now!” You yelled really loudly attracting his attention.

Stiles jumped as you yelled and his cheeks became bright pink.

“Stilinski! Out now!”

You giggled as you watched Stiles stand up.

“Thanks so much, babe.”

“You’re welcome!”


Originally posted by shadowhuntersseries

A/N: I can not believe it has been this long. But yeah i’ll try again now, i felt much better writing now, and it comes to me more easily, so have your fingers crossed it will be like this for a while! Love you.
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You swung your blade at Jace, which he easily blocked. He had a grin on his face, as he mouthed “Little girl blade”. Jace’s blade was much longer and a lot heavier than the one you were training with. You felt the need to swing extra hard, as he again blocked and took a step closer to you. He swung the blade above you head, as you quickly ducked it. The only sound in the room, was the two blades hitting each other. You could feel Imogen’s eyes on your back, and you felt very nervous, being watched like that.

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anonymous asked:

of submissions, do you only choose the ones you find plausible and enjoy to post? to me it seems a bit tiring to go through every single one bc you must get,,, so many.

no see the thing is when i say i’m having a lot of fun with this, i straight up mean that i read literally everything sent to me. and usually i’m beaming like an idiot while i do so. i really, honestly, wholeheartedly enjoy it!

to date, i’ve q’d or already posted every single submission i’ve had time to read so far. the only circumstances in which I wouldn’t post something would be if it’s illegibly written or if I deem it to be harmful/hateful/offensive. and thus far, I haven’t come across a single story i don’t want to also share with you guys, because like i keep saying, the things that are submitted genuinely blow me away with their quality and their grace, even in more unsavory matters.

and just to make sure you all know - i’d never not post a story just because i didn’t personally enjoy it. it’s true some stories click with me more than others - it’s inevitable, when you look at the sheer range of types of stories and styles of writing! but those same stories have been greeted really really enthusiastically by other people, because again it’s such a wide range of stories! and a whole lot of people reading it! it’s what I love about what EU is becoming, which is why i’m having this blog be a big catch-all collection of all this EU stuff, rather than a carefully curated and gatekept selection of what I personally enjoy. it feels more right. 

(it’s def a bunch though! a good day is when i can get my EU inbox down to about 500 hahaha)

Rookie - Dylan Larkin

Requested by anon: ok pleaseeee write a dylan larkin smut where he gets jealous of if you don’t do smut just make it him getting really jealous ?!?!?

Word Count: 1630
Team: Detroit Red Wings
Warnings: Cussing, anger, jealousy

Two in only a few hours?! Whaaaat? So, I don’t really write smut, sorry anon, but I had a lot of fun with this one, so thank you! I wanted to make this unique and I haven’t seen many about the All-Star Weekends (And I was just watching All-Star Weekend videos so that was the inspiration) but I really love this one and I hope you all do too! ((ALSO, I wanted to use a gif from the weekend but it was over a year ago and I love this one too much because his smile even though it’s not really a smiley imagine, so sorry not sorry)). (((And SURPRISE, extra player mentioned yeee))).

“Babe, which tie should I wear today?” you heard from the room as you put on your makeup in the bathroom. You were both getting ready for a long first day at the NHL All-Stars Weekend in Nashville. You knew that Dylan was excited but also extremely nervous. You walked out to look at the selection of ties that he had brought along.

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Bruises and Broken Hearts - Archie Andrews Part 2

Summary: Archie’s confession leaves you with a heavy heart and you head home to think about what you’re going to do. The next day at school an altercation occurs between Archie and your boyfriend Reggie. Then some fluffiness.

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Word Count: 1,568

Warnings: Swearing, violence, kisses, and cuteness.

You were burning, smoldering, ripping apart from the inside out. Your eyes
burned. Your heart ached as your mind raced back and forth between Reggie and Archie, between friendship and love, between happiness and compromisation. You were so lost, so confused as to how you felt and what you wanted. 

Reggie Mantle was your first boyfriend, but Archie Andrews was your first love. 

And as much as you hated to admit it, Archie was right. He was right in saying Reggie didn’t treat you properly, he disappointed you more times than he ever came through for you. Reggie only ever seemed to care about you and come around when it was at his leisure. You didn’t want that, you didn’t want to be someone’s second priority. You wanted to be with someone who loved you as much as you loved them. Someone like Archie.

Your constant thoughts kept you from getting a wink of sleep, so the events that took place at school today woke you up to say the least.

Since you’ve arrived at school this morning you’ve done your absolute best to avoid Archie. It’s not that you didn’t want to see Archie, because believe me, you wanted to see him more than anyone else in the world right now, but you felt you owed it to Reggie to see him first. You scoured most of the school before finally finding Reggie leaning up against his locker, surrounded by his teammates. 

His friends hoot and holler as you approach them, “Very classy boys.” You roll your eyes at them in disgust, “Hey baby.” Reggie greets you, turning away from his friends to meet your gaze. He leans down and plants a kiss on your lips before you can ask him what you originally came to ask him. 

“Hi,” you respond when he pulls away. “Where were you last night?” He gave you a confused look before you continued “Pop’s. We had a date” you state, realization washes over his face once he remembers your forgotten plans. “Oh, yeah sorry about that I just got caught up with the guys, totally slipped my mind. I’ll make it up to you some other night.” He says, brushing it off like it wasn’t a big deal, “Why? So you can just blow me off again?” You sneer, “Why do you always have to be such a bitch y/n, I said I’m sorry so back off.” He snapped. 

This took you aback, now was the time to ask the question you had come to ask. This would help to waiver your decision on what you were going to do. “Reggie, do you love me?” You ask boldly, he looks at you silently for a few moments before bursting into laughter alongside the rest of his friends, “Love you? y/n this is high school not adulthood, you’re just a fling.” His words bite you harshly and you can feel your eyes start to sting with tears. 

“Archie was right, you are just a conceited ass that treats me like crap.” You fume while turning around to leave, you feel a hand clasp around your wrist that pulls you back. “Let go of me Reggie!” You hiss, “I treated you decent, better than you deserved!” He seethed, gripping your arm tighter. “Let go of me Reggie, you’re hurting me!” You cry out in pain and fear. 

“Let her go Reggie!” You hear a familiar voice shout, “Andrew’s how is it you always end up in my business?” Reggie asks, anger laced in his voice. Archie laughs as he makes his way towards Reggie, “Well when my best friend is involved it automatically becomes my business.” He states, getting right up in Reggie’s face. “Let her go Reg.” Archie repeats calmly, Reggie looks at his friends before nodding to Archie, “Fine I’ll let her go.” He says, unclasping his hand from around my wrist. 

Reggie turns, as if you walk away but as quick as he does this his goons grab me whilst Reggie swings back around and nails Archie in the face with his fist. The first hit takes Archie by surprise, but after he recomposes himself he throws one right back. The two carry on like this for several minutes, a large crown has now formed around them and no one is stepping in to stop the brawl.

You try to wriggle yourself free from the hold you were trapped in but can’t seem to move an inch. You scream and cry for them to stop but to no prevail it doesn’t work. 

“Archie!” You cry as Reggie knocks him to the ground and continues to pummel him. A few moments later and Principle Weatherbee is breaking up the debacle. The boys that were once holding me let me go, but Jughead gets to Archie before you and he helps him to the nurses office.

You don’t see Archie or Reggie at school again for the rest of the day and all eyes are on you because rumors have spread that the altercation that took place between the two hotheaded boys had been over you. What you knew about the consequences of the fight were that both boys had been suspended, Reggie was obviously in more trouble than Archie for starting the fight, but ultimately they were in the same amount of trouble.

Although the things people were saying about you stung, the worst pain you had felt that day was watching your best friend get beaten up while just watching helplessly. You’d been in a daze all day worrying about Archie, so when the final bell of the day went you were out of there like a bat out of hell. 

You were the first person out of the school and the first instinct you had was to go see Archie and make sure he was alright. You practically ran the 15 minutes it took to get to Archie’s from the school, and by the time you got to his house you had become very impatient. You didn’t wait to be let into their home, you grabbed the spare key from under the mat and let yourself in. As soon as you were inside you shut the door behind you and bolted up the stairs.

Without a knock you swung open his bedroom door and stepped inside, gently closing it behind you. He had his back facing you, he was shirtless, letting you see the newly exposed bruises beginning to form all over his torso. 

“Arch..” You whispered, he turned around letting you see the full extent of damage Reggie had done. Your hands went instinctively to your mouth as you seen his bruised covered body. His left eye was bloodshot and surrounded by a newly purpleing bruise, where as his lip was split and his abdomen was plastered in multiple dark spots from where he had been kicked while he was down. 

You felt your eyes begin to burn with tears as he made his way over to you, enveloping you in a tight embrace. “Arch…Archie, I’m so…so sorry.” You cry, letting your tears flow freely. “Hey, hey y/n, I’m okay, alright? I’m okay, it wasn’t your fault.” He cooed into your ear as you continued to sob into his chest.

“I di..didn’t mean for any of this to hap..pen.” You hiccup, leaning away from Archie you take a hold of his hand in yours, examining his bloodied knuckles.You lift his hand up to your mouth as you gently press tender kisses to each of his battered knuckles. He studies your face as you complete this action, watching as a few straggled tears cascade down your cheeks. After you’ve finished with his knuckles you move onto his face, starting by cupping his face in your hands and peppering kisses around his blackened eye. From there you trail kisses down his cheeks and finally to the corner of his mouth where his lip had been split.

Once you lean back to look at his face he gives you a small, lopsided smile. “What were those for?” He asked in a whisper,  you very gently run your hands down his chest, across his abdomen, and back up in an achingly slow pace as you stare into the dazzling, dark brown eyes of want, and love. 

“Archie, I’ll admit you’re annoying, and you sometimes agitate me to the brink of insanity, but you can throw it back at me like no one else. When you laugh I want to laugh, when you smile, I want to smile, hell, I want to be the one to make you smile.” He chuckles at this. “I’ve loved you for a long time Archie Andrews and pretending not to love you has been the hardest thing I have ever had to do.” You admit wholeheartedly.

“But loving you terrifies me because what if you change your mind, what if one day you wake up and realize that you don’t love me anymore?” You ask, uncertainty in your voice. “I guess your just gonna have to trust me when I tell you I love you.” He answers with a smile before tilting your chin and touching your lips to his. The kiss is soft and slow as you melt into his touch and weave your fingers through his hair. When the two of you break apart, gasping for air Archie finishes his sentence.

“Always have, always will.”

anonymous asked:

Romantic prinxiety Where Roman works at the best flowershop in town and virgil owns the tattoo shop next door. They have an intense rivalry because they like eachother but don't want to admit it and they also think that the other one is ruining there business One day virgil comes over to tell Roman off for messing with his signs not realizing he's on top of a rickety ladder Roman falls and lands on top of virgil accidentally kissing him and kind of not wanting to stop

Legend has it, if you ask for anything resembling the FlowerShop! AU, I will appear with fluff!

Virgil swore the worst day of his life was when that stupid Princey had opened that stupid flower shop next door! Sunshine and Roses was the bane of his existence, and the hot, obnoxious owner wasn’t much better. The fluffy, cheery shop was completely ruining HIS shop’s aesthetic!

Virgil was a tattoo artist, and he enjoyed his parlor’s gloomy decor. Once Roman had opened his shop, the two had quickly begun arguing about the sign kiosk outside that they both shared. Virgil would put something up on his side, only to find it altered or moved by Princey because it was “too depressing” or “too dark”. So, he had taken to messing with Roman’s disgustingly cheerful signs.

It had rapidly become a war between the two of them, with each trying to outdo the other. Virgil was confident he could win, and was prepared to do whatever it took to get Princey to give up. He was just going to head over and “fix” Roman’s signs when he spied the arrogant bastard up on a rickety looking ladder, defacing his own signs! Swearing, he stormed out of his shop, ready to rip this guy a new one.

“What the HELL do you think you’re doing?!” His shout must have startled the other man, because suddenly his arms were pinwheeling and he was falling. Virgil didn’t really think before darting forward and awkwardly catching him. He turned his head to bitch him out, but Roman did the same thing at the same time, and suddenly warm lips were pressed against his.

His eyes flew wide. He had an armful of gorgeous, obnoxious flower shop owner, and they were kissing! Sure, he maybe had fantasized about this exact thing once (okay, a few times) but the reality was…. surprisingly good. Roman made a soft sound, and then two hands were buried in his hair and the kiss went from an accidental press of the lips to a blazing inferno. Virgil responded eagerly, groaning into the other man’s mouth. He vaguely became aware that he was pressing Roman’s back into the wall, pinning him there. Roman hitched his legs around his waist and Virgil actually felt his mind go blank.

When he tore his lips away, panting, he looked down at Roman. His lips were bruised, his face flushed. His eyes were hot, and Virgil shuddered before reluctantly pulling away. He licked his lips, still tasting Roman on them, and cleared his throat.

“So….that happened.”

“Indeed! Would you…like to go get coffee with me? After work?”

“…Are you asking me on a date, Princey?”

“God yes.” Virgil smirked and arched a brow at the fervent response, pleased with how Roman’s eyes flicked down to his lips.

“Yeah. Meet me after close.”




Oh god, Virgil was going to go out with this guy! This ridiculously hot theater geek who loved flowers and made Disney references and apparently gave mind-blowing kisses. He swallowed and tore himself away before he succumbed to the urge to kiss him again. It was broad daylight and they both had work to do.

Roman blew out a breath as he watched the cranky tattoo artist stalk away, his heart still pounding in his chest. Okay, the ladder thing had definitely worked! Who knew the man could kiss like that?! Oh, he was even more in love now! He practically floated on air back to his shop.

He finally had a date with Virgil!