Trollhunters FanFic – “Like for Like, Echo for Echo”

After the silence of loneliness, Barbara Lake is all too ready to chase after an echo only he can give her…

A prequel of sorts to An Amorous Attack.

The night is dark and full of Stricklake, she whispers…


Originally posted by drunkbroadway

Dedicated to @humanityinahandbag & @bifacialler, my fellow shipmates in Stricklake Hell and who deserve all the love and encouragement in the world! Ler my love, please feel free to think of this as an early birthday present =) 

Fair bit of warning, folks, it gets quite steamy here. Nothing that warrants an Explicit or Mature rating, of course, but…well, if you read An Amorous Attack, you know what’s in store. 

Originally posted by hideawayandhaven

As always, I hope you enjoy! 

“You know…you didn’t have to walk me home.”

He arched a brow at her as they made their way up to her porch, the gesture making those (so unfairly gorgeous) green eyes of his glint as his mouth curled into a half smile, the same one that had made Barbara’s heart do such a strange little spasm when first seeing it that she had been worried until she realized that oh, that’s fluttering.

That had been followed by Oh God, what the hell are you thinking, getting a crush on your son’s teacher?

Keep reading

Modern Lúthien and Beren :)

  • Tony: The first time my dad caught me looking at one of those magazines, he got really upset.
  • Thor: Why?
  • Tony: Well, I guess parents don’t like knowing their kids look at that kind of stuff. That’s why they tell them they’ll go to hell or go blind. But my dad...He didn’t believe in that stuff, so my dad said “Tony, when you, you know, it uh, expends energy, both in the climax and in the daily reproduction of sperm, so if you do it a lot, it adds up, and it shortens your life span, and that’s why, on average, males have shorter life spans, because they...you know.”
  • Thor: So you were scared of death?
  • Tony: Yeah. I, I was pretty upset. And then my mom saw that I was crying, so she said this ridiculous thing. She said that she was 40, and I was 11 and if I masturbated enough, I could catch up to her, and that way we could die on the exact same day and never be apart. I think she was trying to be funny, she had a weird sense of humour. And even if she was right, I wouldn’t have been able to jack off fast enough to catch up. She died shortly after.
  • Thor: And so now, when you masturbate you think about your mother.
  • Tony: Ah, Thor, no. That’s weird.
  • Thor: Weird?
  • Tony: Weird is like when you do stuff that nobody else does, so they make fun of you for it. So when I say that I can’t masturbate because it makes me think about my mom, people laugh at you.
  • Thor: But that’s fun. Making people laugh is great.
  • Tony: It’s not, because they call you names like Tuggy Tony and you have to change schools, and it’s, it’s not fun.
  • Thor: Tony, when I masturbate I’m going to think about your mother.
  • Tony: Thor, stop!
  • Thor: But if I think about your mom when I masturbate then you won’t be weird anymore, right?
  • Tony: No, just quit talking!
  • Thor: I’m just trying to help.
  • Tony: Well you’re not!
Dean x reader

Kinda based off of Alone Together by Fall Out Boy
And you and Dean are 18.

Warnings: abuse mention

“Y/n? Where are you going?”
You turned around and saw Dean standing in your doorway. You were about to climb out the window, your bag slung over your shoulder.
“I’m leaving, Dean. Tell my father tomorrow I’m not coming back this time.”
Sam, Dean, and John had been staying with you and your father for the weekend. Not just for hunting, but to catch up. They were old friends. They were currently at a bar downtown.
“You guys are leaving tomorrow morning, and my dads going to come home drunk. I’ve had enough of his shit, especially when he’s drunk.”
Dean walked into the room, sitting in a chair next to the window.
“What do you mean? Your dad seems pretty nice.”
You scoffed and turned around, leaning in the window frame.
“You haven’t seen him when he’s drunk. Or when it’s just me and him.”
Dean nodded, and leaned back in his chair. You turned around, about to leave before he said,
“Where are you gonna go?”
You stopped. You hadn’t thought about that.
“Probably pick a random state, get in a bus and see where I go.”
“Got room for another troubled soul?”
You turned around again.
Dean stood up.
“I want to go with you.”
“You can’t, you have Sam to watch over.”
Dean walked closer.
“He’s old enough, he can watch over himself now.”
You turned back around, jumping out the window.
“You can’t come, Dean.”
You grabbed the window, pulling it down to close it.
“Goodbye Dean.”

  • Me: should I do commissions again?
  • Dad: it's worth a try
  • Me: furry art usually sells good I could go into that
  • Dad: .... you're my kid so I have to accept your choices but no one said I had to like em

anonymous asked:

I love when he holds the plushies like a baby like father goals 😭

OMG ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER😩 I love it he is such a cutie and is gonna be such a good father he is going to be super dad!! I can imagine when his kid are babies that the only thing that can help them stop crying or fall asleep is when Jaebum holds them and pats and sings to them like he does those plushies

anonymous asked:

I love your blurbs more than anything in the wooorld!!! Could you do one of Sebastian's reaction to his teen daughter sneaking out to a college party, she calls him to come get her 'cause she's scared

thank you my loooooooooooove!!!!!!

he rolled over in bed and answered his phone. “hello?”

“dad,” a voice cracked on the other end of the line.

his heart beat fast and he was suddenly wide awake. he called out her name multiple times, making sure not to wake you.

he got out of bed and stepped out into the hallway. “hey, hey. i cant understand you. what’s going on?”

“dad, please come pick me up. i’m scared.”

“where are you?” he ran his fingers through his hair.

“i-i came to a college party.”

sebastian couldn’t even feel mad at the moment for her sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night. he was panicked, afraid, anxious; was she okay?

he managed to get the address from her and off he went, hopping into his car and speeding off to the house. the whole way there he prayed to god that she was okay, that she wasn’t in any danger. he wanted to find her in one piece.

he pulled up and parked in front of the driveway of the frat house. sebastian got out of the car and walked up the front porch and into the thumping house. he looked around and rolled his eyes. he couldn’t believe he was in a frat house looking for his teenager daughter who should’ve been in been sleeping in her bed in the first place.

he pushed past a couple of college kids before running up the stairs and opening every door. until coming to a locked one. he knocked hard and the door opened slightly.

he found her and sighed. he pushed the door open kneeled down to be eye to eye with her. he grabbed her face and wiped away her tears.

“i’m here,” he cooed. “cmon let’s go home.”

he helped her up off the tile floor and helped her down the stairs and into the car. the car ride home was silent. sebastian was upset but he didn’t want to say much about it.

they got home and the sun was about to rise any time soon. he killed the engine and sighed. he looked down at his lap and then over at his daughter who was still crying.

he furrowed his brows and reached out for her hand. she seemed to cry even harder at the gesture. sebastian rubbed her knuckles with his thumb before clearing his throat.

“i’m not… mad.” he started. “if anything, i think i might have been freaking out more than you were. it doesn’t mean you’re not in trouble though. we’re going to have to tell mom.”

she looked over at him and frowned. “i’m sorry.”

“i’m just glad you’re okay. i might have punched someone if you weren’t.”

“dad,” she groaned.

“but is everything okay? no one hurt you or tried to do anything to you? you can tell me.”

“i’m fine,” she shook her head. “i was just afraid. i lost my friend in the crowd and i was alone and guys were coming up to me and… i just wanted to go home.”

sebastian’s eyes softened and he leaned over the car console and kissed the side of her head. he closed his eyes and thanked God that she was okay.

“thank you, dad. i love you.”


i cannot stop thinking about this glorious tweet about keith’s dad seeing keith’s hot galra mom for the first time


I said no to Marion Guthrie’s plan despite having no alternative and at the risk of losing the entire endeavor because I refuse to situate a man in a position where he might interfere one day with my ability to repair things with you.