among other things but yeah... he is!

Humans are Space Orcs

Humans love destruction. Not crush entire planets and wipe out civilizations kind of destructive. Although we have done so in the past. To our own people too.
Not all alien species know about the human history of destruction. Those humans classified with psychopathic tendencies don’t qualify to go into space and leave Earth. So most aliens haven’t experienced the human destruction.

We love it. We knock over towers of cards our friends built. We tear up paper for the fun of it. Don’t even mention bubble wrap. Pop pop goes the plastic. There is no purpose other than our enjoyment.
Martial arts and war games online. It is simply in our nature, no matter how kind and peaceful you are.

Some aliens notice after months on a ship with a human member. Some don’t say anything because the galactic court rules humans to be a loyal and peaceful ally. Some ask about it.

“Human Jade, why have you ripped the schedule?”
“Oh, hey Jolac. I was just bored. I didn’t really need it anymore.”
Jolac made a head motion and tilted his head in confusion.
“You could have put it in the recycle shute as it was.” He added.
“Don’t worry, I’ll put the pieces in the recycle…”
“That’s not what I was referring to…”
Mark was walking by in that moment and stopped by them.
“What a mess you are Jade. My sister did the same thing. Clean up okay?”
Mark pointed at the paper scraps.
Jolac turned to Mark.
“Is reckless destruction a habit of boredom? Is it a common trait among humans?”
Mark and Jade glanced at each other and shrugged.
“Yeah, sort of. But we don’t mean anything bad by it.” Mark said and went on his way.
Jade stood as well and scooped up the paper pieces, heading for the recycle shute. Jolac was frozen with confusion.

Another instance was a conversation between Jolac and his brother Kamo. They had both gone down to a surface mission with the two humans Mark and Jade. They were on a break at the moment.
Mark had picked up a thick stick and called over to Jade. The female human picked up some of the round and hollow fruit shells that were shattered around on the ground. She tossed the shells at Mark and he swung at them. Some were shot up into the air while others bust open into pieces and dust. Laughter erupted from the two.
“What are the humans doing?” Kamo asked his brother as they ate from their food supplies. Jolac huffed.
“I think that is a game of theirs”
“Hitting things until they break? I thought our humans were peaceful” Kamo asked. Jolac tilted his head.
“That’s the thing. They are. It’s a complex thing, human nature.”
They continued to watch their humans as they beat hollow shells and laughed loudly.

ppl in WoW: yeah anduin is finally a badass now!
me, thinking about how anduin literally went by himself to face down garrosh, the warchief of the horde, or how anduin stood up to his father to stop him from killing moira, among the dozen other things he did: 

Enough Is Enough - Part 1

Summary: You have known Bucky Barnes your entire life and he is your twin brother’s best friend, so seeing him on a daily basis shouldn’t be all that much of a problem right? Wrong. You hate the guy, with a passion, and no matter how hard you try you just can’t seem to get rid of him. He is there, constantly, like some persistent little pest that refuses to leave from where it’s not welcome.

So what happens when you start to pick up on just why that might be? Will your strong opinion on him change or become even worse?

Note: This is the first part to my entry for Tay’s AU Writing Challenge I had the prompt  “I don’t hate you. It’s just that if you were on fire I wouldn’t piss on you to save your life, is all.” and chose to have it as a Bucky x Reader fic. I’m new to the whole AU side of things so I hope you enjoy!

Bucky x Reader (AU)

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Disclaimer: Both GIFs used were created by me.

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

He was the epitome of everything you had ever hated in a man or, in his case, a boy.

Obnoxious? Check.

Arrogant? Check.

Childish and annoying? Double check.

But the worst thing? He was ridiculously good looking and he knew it. You had lost count of how many girls had wandered out of his apartment at the crack of dawn – although you always did wonder if they had ANY idea they had just been used of if they truly thought he wanted to enter into some kind of relationship with them.

Pour souls.

You had known the guy for most of your life (although that was most certainly not through choice) and you had never seen him in any kind of relationship, not even a short-lived one. Now how was it he had been in your life for so long? Well some higher power had obviously decided that you had done something wrong in a previous life because you were ever able to get rid of him….no matter how hard you tried to.

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Mass Effect Andromeda ‘Leaks’

So there were a couple more ‘leaks’ about Andromeda the other day, around Jaal in particular, but also the existence and purpose of the Kett, and yeah, take these with a grain of salt, but things seem to match up pretty well.

- Jaal has “sad vibes”: he often looks and sounds melancholic, but he is also very curious and can get quite excited about new things that intrigue him

- He is sympathetic towards Ryder’s cause and admires their courage. He joins the Initiative to understand better the new races and find a footing among new people after feeling estrangered from his own home.

-As some suggested before, the Kett are Angara who went through a painful, forced transformation. They believe this will make them powerful, that this is the right way for their race to evolve, and so the angaran race split into two factions: that’s why we saw Ryder fight some of them in the gameplay videos

- Jaal belongs to the angaran Resistance Force that tries to oppose these traitorous, dangerous angaran. Many of his people were captured, including his father, whom he tried to save. He didn’t succeed and was tortured and almost turned into a Kett. That experience deeply scarred him (not just outside: notice the ugly scar on his left “tentacle”) and that explains his deep sadness

- Despite everything, he is still very emotive. He is described as “soulful” and he always thinks before speaking, meditating long on important topics that interest him. He asks many questions, but also loves receiveing many as well, as long as Ryder goes straight to the point.

- He has difficulties understanding Milky Way jokes and customs and prefers to be talked in a direct, honest manner. His romance with FemRyder is a slow-burn romance and you must be patient with him and try to understand him. It’s very worth the trouble, though, (hot sex scene too), and it’s implied his romance will be the one to include the “non traditional marriage” the devs spoke about.

Tsundere Jungkook in Bon Voyage

…when Jimin lost his bags.
I know, another throwback and random rant. I’m so sorry :D -.- But every time I remember moments like this it makes me smile, so maybe it will make someone else smile, too :)

Yesterday I mentioned how Jungkook keeps his ‚pokerface‘ sometimes on camera. This is really alike in a way. I was inspired by that lovely gifset of Jungkook in Bon Voyage, first all about pranking Jimin who lost his phone. But the second sad Jimin appeared, Jungkook gave him his phone, his plans to prank him flying out of the window. (♥♥)

The beginning of Bon Voyage where Jimin forgot his suitcase on the bus is very similar situation. We have foolish, cute and panicked Jimin over his bag, dad Namjoon and mom Jin dealing with it, rest of the members shook… and then we have Jungkook. Who is not even on camera as much, but when he is, there’s just footage of him, being very nervous. We all know he has lots of things he does when he’s nervous/not comfortable, among others, there are these „mouth-movements“ (yep, there’s also Jeonlous tongue thing :D ^^). So while Namjoon calls the consulate, Jungkook is quiet but his expression is screaming once again.

One of the staff members goes to him and asks him on camera how he feels about this whole „Jimin-lost-his-bags“ situation. Jungkook is casual af, even goes through his hair – totally chill – and says: „Oh, you just have to let it go!“. Pretending he doesn’t care. Yeah, sure you don’t, that’s why you almost ate your face from the inside earlier. (His face reminds me of that in AHL when they kidnapped them. I don’t know till this day if he bit his lips so he wouldn’t cry or he bit his lips so he would cry and kidnappers took mercy upon him, but sure as heck he wasn’t feeling cool about that situation, either.)

Anyway they go to their apartment, then they grab some food, he still pretends he’s casual about everything, even takes pictures of some flowers :D (I laugh so hard at that part every time :D)
Well, Jimin then goes to pick up his bags from the airport bus and as he’s coming back, guess who we see in the window of the restaurant, full with his „you have to let it go“ attitude, looking over if Jimin has his things now?

…I bet you’re all surprised. It’s Jungkook. Only one of the other six members that paces by the window, probably nervous if his hyung found his belongings.

So, same as yesterday, I’m not sure what I was trying to do here. But I’m just gonna say Jungkook likes to act all tsundere on Bon Voyage, when it’s obvious he’s soft for Jimin-hyung. And once again, I think that’s cute :D ^^

K, bye ~

Moses had a son named Aaron, who himself had two sons named Nadab and Abihu: They appear only briefly in Leviticus when Moses is showing the priests how to priest properly. Following the rules prescribed by God, Aaron slaughters some animals, cuts off the bits he’s supposed to cut off, lays the offerings down on the altar in the correct way, lights up some incense, and waits. God approves of the ritual and makes a big light show to tell Aaron that he did well, and all the priests celebrate a job well done.

Next, Nadab and Abihu do the exact same thing. Only this time, God instantly incinerates the brothers in a furious hellstorm right in front of their horrified father.

Now, there’s been a lot of debate among Bible scholars about what exactly Nadab and Abihu did wrong. Some have suggested they used the wrong incense (“Is that that pine bullshit? Nobody likes that pine bullshit!”), while others think they may have lit the fire wrong. Either way, Moses puts his arm around Aaron and basically tells him, “Yeah, your kids explode sometimes. C'est la vie!”

Aaron’s surviving children and nephews then have to bury the dead brothers, but Moses warns them to be doubly careful because if they make God any angrier by complaining, or even not combing their hair properly, he’ll probably kill everyone in Israel. Why? Well, you’ve guided all your Sims to the pool and then removed the ladder. You know why.

6 Bible Stories Where The Moral Was ‘Haha F*ck You, I’m God’

[follow up to this Dex/Nursey ficlet]

They walk back to the dorms between rain showers, the backs of their hands brushing. Derek’s heart beats too quickly in his chest. He keeps swallowing, as though he can dislodge the ache of anticipation that sits tight against his throat.

It is very persistent.

They part to step around a particularly large puddle, and when they come back together Derek can’t tell if Dex’s eyes linger or his own. He wants to reach out, tangle their fingers together. Hold on and ask if this is–finally–it.

He doesn’t. He could–Dex basically invited him to…allow himself–but he doesn’t.

The world is gray around them, spring taking its time, until the sun dips below the clouds, above the horizon. It turns the water accumulated in the street and on the sidewalk gold. It turns Dex’s hair into something bright and burnished. It’s a color Derek associates with signs that say ‘Do Not Touch.’ Derek’s fingers itch.

“What’re your plans tonight?”

Derek blinks. “What?”

The corner of Dex’s mouth nearest Derek quirks up as he ducks his head. Derek catches it before the collar of his jacket obscures the view, and then Dex is shrugging and straightening. “Your plans, Nurse. For tonight. What are they?”

He’s got reading he should do, an essay he should at least outline. He was going to lie on his bed and read and think about Dex’s tapered fingers and the curve of his spine. But something changed at Annie’s; he’s not sure how to ask if the curl of those fingers and the dip of his spine are on the table now, Dex offering himself up as easily as the muffin he’d pushed toward Derek.

Derek swallows. “Nothing much. Thought maybe I’d just, y'know, go back to my room and chill.”

It makes Dex snort, the sound somehow fond and not cruel out here among the trees and wet grass, the sheltering sky above.

They’re quiet for a moment, nothing but the sound of their shoes on the pavement, traffic, a dog barking. Dex’s breath. Then Dex says, “Do you want to come back to my room?”

You gonna let yourself have other things you want?

Derek’s fingers curl against his palm, empty space wanting to be filled.

“Yeah,” he says, “yeah. That’d be good.”

Dex’s answering smile melts Derek like gold.

a love letter to brown eyes | shawn mendes

MY MASTERLIST

requested by anonymous

word count: 1,539

author’s note: bet y’all weren’t expecting this on a monday, huh? i hope this is okay, anon! I’m sorry it’s pretty much all dialogue.


Your name: submit What is this?

There were not many secrets between you and Shawn. He knew about the time you threw up in front of your entire second-grade class during a field trip, you found out about all the drama with his friends from school, and you had shared - in length - the most awkward highlights of your terrible first kiss behind the bleachers in middle school.

And somehow, even after all the confessions and conversations a two-year relationship entailed, you were still discovering new sides to the floppy-haired boy that first shyly approached you at a mutual friend’s party two years ago.

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Am I the only one who likes both Sakura and Hinata anymore?

Well, I guess World War Naruto 3,947,862 has started up, and this time it’s Sakura vs Hinata!

Which bums me out because I like both of them, and they both are pretty chill with each other too…

I’ll start off by saying that, yeah, if I was being hung over a cliff by an evil villain and he told to pick one or else he would drop me to my death, I would choose Sakura. But I still love Hinata oodles. And I don’t enjoy yelling about which one is better than the other. I have better things to do with my time, like daydreaming about marrying Kakashi.

I think this weird battle to the death among us all began because some people claimed that Hinata is more of a heroine than Sakura. I don’t think that’s true at all, as Sakura has been stated to be the (main) heroine and is a main character, but why do we need to drag Hinata under the bus to prove that point?

Hinata is a support character, and one which many idolize and admire. Does it annoy me when people claim she’s a bigger character than Sakura? Yes, but I don’t call Hinata names and treat her like fucking trash to make Sakura look good. EXTREME HINATA BASHING MAKES SAKURA AND HER FANS LOOK BAD. Just like how Hinata extremists make themselves look bad going through crazy ass hoops to try to somehow explain why Sakura isn’t a main character. BOTH EXTREMES SUCK. They just further make the Naruto fandom a giant blood bath where you’re lucky to get out alive.

I admire both girls for their different and unique abilities, strengths, and personalities.

But now I feel like I am being tugged like a rope in tug-o-war!

SO I’M GONNA MAKE A PRETTY LIST OF ALL MY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS TOWARDS THE TWO TO SPREAD SOME POSITIVENESS AROUND.

What I admire about my lovely badass Sakura:

I admire Sakura for her ability to wear her emotions on her sleeve:

Her strong will:

The courage and dedication it took for her to to become strong enough to fight along side the ones she loved (Sasuke and Naruto) despite not being born into a well known ninja clan or family:

Her loyalty to her friends:

Her pure selflessness:

And her ability to love so selflessly and unconditionally:

What I love about my sweet and innocent Hinata:

Although she was so close to giving up absolutely everything, as many of us have been, she was able to pick herself up:

She was able to find the courage to finally confess her love to the boy she admired since childhood:

And while Sakura was able to confess to her love much more easily than Hinata, she had not been as beaten down in life beforehand as Hinata had been by her clan and father. In fact, Hinata being able to overcome her father’s lack of support and neglect is something else I admire Hinata for:

Her ongoing battle with her low self esteem is very relate-able to many of us:

Hinata’s warm heart:

Having a big heart is something I admire about both Sakura and Hinata, as I already mentioned. Hinata was loathed by Neji as children, but she still affectionately called him her brother, and so desperately wanted his acceptance and friendship. (She just did not have the tools to go about this properly until Naruto came along. Support character problems, am I right?)

Honestly, I think a lot of Hinata’s flaws and fears came from her poor upbringing, which many people (myself included) relate to so much. That’s why so many people are ready to defend her until the end. We hate seeing someone who has already been so beaten down continued to be thrown down farther.

As for Sakura, she was able to go beyond what it took to gain her tremendous strength, which is SO admirable and relate-able, which is why many of us are ready to fight to the death to the Sakura haters who REFUSE to acknowledge the power of hard work, or call her useless because she didn’t have the help of a clan trait or demon fox inside her.

Can’t we just enjoy being able to watch both women grow individually? No? I’m stupid and you hate me? Okay.

Thanks for reading my ramblings. I love both of them, and yelling at me about it won’t change it. <3

For the wonderful anon who asked:  Could you maybe do a canon verse solangelo situation in which they’re about to have their first kiss and they’re like, nose to nose, but something interrupts them and they’re suddenly brought back to earth lmao- I just love things like this! Basically I just want an internal freak out from Nico and to see what he does about it afterwards x

Hope you like it x


Ours are the moment I play in the dark

When he turns his head to look at the boy beside him, Will is already looking at Nico, that same intense yet gentle look in his eyes, the one that reminds Nico of a blue summer sky when you know a storm is coming; right now it’s still good and pleasant, but don’t get too comfortable, the sky can break open any moment now. Nico loves the thrill of it, the expectation, the way your skin tingles with the weight of the air and your lungs get filled with heaviness.

He wonders what kind of storm is approaching at the moment. Will only gets that look in his eyes when he’s deciding whether to do something or not, weighing the positive and negative outcomes in his head. It’s clear the positive side is winning, although it seems like he’s struggling with something.

Nico would ask what it is that has him looking like that, but for some reason can’t force the words to come out. Like there’s something pushing them back inside. Or maybe he’s just too overwhelmed to speak; a ray of sunlight streams through the clouds and perfectly rains down over Will, like a velvety cloak, doing that thing sunlight always does to Will, bringing out the best parts of him and making him look softer, coloring his skin a deep, tanned bronze and his hair golden. His freckles are brought out and stand out more prominently on the bridge of his nose.

The sun hitting Will in all the right places is not a coincidence, Nico thinks. It seems as if the sun, the brightest creature in this universe, has picked Will as her favorite, most likely because he burns as bright as her. The effect the sun has on Will, is the effect Will has on the rest of the population. Pulling out beauty. The lake glistens.

Without realizing, the two have gotten closer to each other, two raindrops knitting together. Nico’s heart is beating like crazy when he realizes he can count the different shades of green hidden inside the blue of Will’s eyes, when he realizes their pinkies are touching, that the goosebumps on his arms are from Will’s breath on his cheek. He suppresses a shudder when Will touches his cheek, seemingly wiping away an eyelash.

Nico is pretty sure Will is going to kiss him. Nico is absolutely sure he wants Will to kiss him. There is no doubt in his mind that if Will doesn’t do it soon, he will.

Will moves closer still, impossibly without their lips touching and now his breath isn’t landing on his cheek, it’s falling onto his own lips and gods, Will smells really nice, like peppermint and early mornings, and his eyes are probably, most likely, absolutely the most beautiful thing Nico’s ever seen, his hand moves from the ground up up up, onto Nico’s cheek again, not doing anything, simply laying there and then –

CRASH

‘Godsdamnit, Jackson!’

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fucking feelings

“Please marry me.”

Snowy narrows his eyes but doesn’t answer.

“Please.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. “What do you want now?”

“I’m say what I want,” Tater says. He’s a big shirtless basset hound in this bed, and Snowy wishes he had a bone or a chew toy to give him. “I want you marry me.”

“Right. Of course you do.” Snowy rolls over onto his other side.

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Request: Mine

Request: Well, i was thinking about an imagine in which get drunk at a party an Juice drives you back home and you confess that you love him and you are jealous of the crow eaters?

Originally posted by carlos-juanortiz

Y/N’s POV

My father was a mechanic at Teller-Morrow Automotive and I had grown up around Samcro; I knew all the bikers and they were my friends. Their queen, Gemma Teller, was an important person in my life. She taught me a lot about that life, among other things that helped me to become a strong woman. However, crow eaters and sweetbutts still underestimated me, thinking I was just an innocent little girl.

“You don’t curse. You don’t get into fights. You don’t get drunk”, Chibs liked to remind me whenever I complained about it, “You’re a sweet girl”

Yeah, I got that often. I could be an old lady, I just had to prove to them and, more important, have an old man. That’s the hardest part. Do you know why? Because the man I wanted wouldn’t look at me like that. 

Juice was the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. He was nice to me and always respectful, but I wanted him to want me, look me like he looked at the other girls. Chibs knew I liked him and was constantly telling me I was better than the crows, but I couldn’t stop comparing me to them. Like the one who was touching Juice when I walked in the clubhouse that night.

He saw me but I quickly turned my look to the bar, walking toward there to get a drink. Chucky raised an eyebrow at me but put a glass in front of me. I glanced over my shoulder and Juice was still there, across the room, talking to Kozik while the crow stroked his arm. I was so angry that get drunk seemed to be a good idea, so I grabbed the bottle from Chucky’s hand.

“Aye lass”, I bumped into Chibs on my way out, “Where are you going?”

“Bite me”, I barked, though he didn’t deserve it. I walked to the swing Gemma had bought for the kids and sat there, drinking alone.

Chibs’ POV

He had finished his first beer of the night and was going to get another one when Y/N bumped into him. She was storming out the clubhouse and snapped when Chibs talked to her. That wasn’t like her at all and it took just one look around the clubhouse for him to understand why she was acting like that. A crow eater was all over Juice and he was letting her. Stupid boy.

Chibs shook his head and sat by the bar. Soon Tig joined him, “Did you see Y/N?”, his brother asked, “She just passed by me and is in the swing, drinking all alone”

“Aye, I saw her”, Chibs nodded and motioned at Juice’s direction. Tig turned around and followed his gaze.

“Idiot”, his brother mumbled.They had noticed, a while ago, Y/N’s interest on Juice and couldn’t understand why they weren’t together already. The young Son liked her too, always following her with his puppy eyes when Y/N wasn’t looking. “Should we do something?”, the blue eyed man asked.

“I don’t know Tig”, Chibs sighed, “I don’t know”

—————-

They were playing pool and Chibs didn’t know how much time had passed until Y/N come back. She was drunk, carrying the empty bottle as she tried to get to the bar to asked for another one.

“Lass”, he walked to Y/N, to hold and stop her.

“Let me go Scottie”, she mumbled as he made her sit down. Chibs asked the prospect to bring her water and when he looked at Y/N again she was glaring at Juice, “Bitch! What is that crow doing?”

She got rid of him and crossed the room, faster than Chibs thought she could walk. Y/N grabbed the crow’s hair before Chibs could stop her.

Juice’s POV

He was talking to Kozik when Y/N arrived, but Juice saw her. Actually, he seemed to know whenever she was around, not being able to look away. Well, at least when she wasn’t looking because he couldn’t get caught. Why she had to be Gemma’s favorite? The Samcro queen would kill him if Juice tried to date Y/N, he wasn’t enough for Gemma’s favorite girl. 

She was beautiful, as always, but didn’t even look at him, going straight to the bar. The crow eater stroked his arm again, she had been doing it since the party had begun, trying to get his attention. Juice wasn’t into her at all and told her to get lost, the girl pouted and walked way. He looked at the bar but Y/N was gone. He wondered where she was and thought about looking for her, but Jax called him before Juice could even get up.

—————

Juice got Jax a phone number he wanted and got back to the party. His brothers were playing pool and Y/N wasn’t nowhere to be seen. He found a empty spot at the couch and sat there with a beer on his hand, thinking that Y/N must have gone home. The crow eater came back and sat on his lap.

“Get lost”, Juice sighed and was ready to push her away when someone grabbed the crow eater’s hair.

“Your bitch!”, he heard Y/N yell. Chibs was fast, holding Y/N before she could hurt the crow eater who was squirming on Kozik’s arms as he held her.

“Her keys!”, Chibs hissed at Juice. He ran to the bar and Chucky handed him Y/N’s car keys. His brother carried Y/N to her car and put her inside, “Take her home and come back. We need to talk lad”

“What?”, Juice looked at his sponsor and creased his brow. He couldn’t take Y/N home, she wouldn’t want him to do it.

“Now!”, Chibs barked and Juice rushed to get in the car. He watched Y/N through the rear view mirror as he drove to her house. She was laying on the backseat, mumbling on her drunk sleep. He found the house keys inside her car and carefully carried Y/N inside. He gently laid her on the bed and admired her for a moment, thinking she was the prettiest girl he had ever met.

“Juice?”, he jumped when she called his name.

“Yes”, he whispered, “Sleep now Y/N, you had quite a night”

“Ugh I’m drunk”, she mumbled, covering her eyes with her arm.

“Yes, you are”, Juice chuckled. He couldn’t help it, she was adorable, “Luckily you didn’t hurt that crow, Chibs stopped you”

“Yeah”, Y/N smiled, already falling asleep again, “Nobody touches my man”

“What?”, he asked but she was already soundly sleeping. Her man? The crow was touching him. Juice closed the bedroom door behind him, thinking about what Y/N had said. He texted Chibs to say he wasn’t going back to the clubhouse, but got no answer from his brother. Juice stretched on the couch, pulled the blanket up and tried to relax, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what Y/N had said.

Y/N’s POV

I opened my eyes and immediately closed them again. The blinds were open and the sun was hurting my eyes. I grunted as I tried to get up, feeling my head spin. Ugh, I had a terrible hangover. I slowly walked to the kitchen, desperate for some water. How did I get home? I had a vague memorie of someone putting me inside my car, probably Chibs, I wasn’t sure. Poor Scottie, he must have drove me home; he always took care of me. I had to call Chibs and thank him.

I was looking for my phone, when I walked in the living room and saw someone on my couch. I had a natural reaction, I screamed and the person jumped.

“Juice?”, I whispered when I saw him.

“What the hell?”, he cursed, rubbing his face.

“Sorry”, I grimaced, “I just saw someone on the couch and you were under the blanket, I didn’t know you were there”

“I drove you home”, Juice explained. He yawned and blinked a few times.

“I don’t remember it, I thought Chibs did it”, I said and Juice shook his head. Suddenly, I realized what he had to do. He had to carry me inside and put me in my bed. Oh my God! I had dreamed about him carrying me so many times, but none of them involved an unconscious me because I had drunk too much. I turned around and walked back to the kitchen before he could see me blushing.

“No”, Juice followed me and I started to make coffee, keeping me busy and buying me time to calm down, “You got into a fight with a crow, Chibs put you inside your car and told me to bring you home”

“Yeah, I… I remember that”, I mumbled. Damn it, why my hands were shaking?, “I mean, the car, not the fight. Did I really get into a fight?”. That was a first!

“Yes”, his tone made me stop what I was doing, “And that reminds me… Shit, you probably don’t remember it”

“What?”, I breathed as I turned to face him, panicking a little bit. What have I done?, “What is it?”

“I put you in bed and… You mumbled you were drunk and I said yes, you got into a fight with a crow and…”, I held my breath as he looked at me, “You said nobody touches your man”

“What?”, my heart was beating fast inside my chest and I was pretty sure he could hear it, “My man?”

“You punched the crow who was on my lap”, Juice bit his lip as I turned pale. I was so stupid! He wasn’t supposed to know like this, in a drunk confession. To be honest, I wasn’t planning to confess my feeling at all, not sober and certainly not drunk, “She was touching me Y/N”

“S-Sorry”, I stuttered, holding the counter behind me, “I was drunk”

“You’re blushing”, Juice raised an eyebrow as he got closer to me.

“No, I… I’m not…”, I couldn’t find the words. He was so close and he was looking at me differently, there was something new on his eyes.

“Tell me”, he asked in a whisper, “Tell me the truth”

“She was all over you and I got jealous”, I admitted before I even knew what I was doing, “It was supposed to be me, the girl who fell for you the first time I saw you”. I looked up at Juice, waiting. He gently grabbed my arms and put them around his neck, “What are you doing?”

“No one touches your man but you”, Juice pulled me closer, making me gasp. Then he kissed me, gentle but dominant. I melted on his arms. I knew we had to talk about this, about us, but that was the last thing I wanted to do as Juice, my man, kissed me. My man. Mine.

anonymous asked:

I am addicted to your stories! :) could you do a botanicals where Obi-Wan is a secret Sith trying to bring down Sidious for getting Qui-gonna killed and trying to take away Anakin from him? Seducing Anakin and Padme to his way of thinking, and also maybe to bed as the Clone Wars rage on

A flicker of yellow, so quick one could dismiss it as the light alone in the Chancellor’s office.

But Anakin had seen the eyes of Sith on battlefield, he knew what he had seen and felt a sudden chill inside his own bones.

Obi-Wan’s eyes had flickered yellow.

Yellow like a sith.

Like Ventress.

Like Dooku.

Kriff.

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“…After Qui-Gon’s death, I struggled.” Obi-Wan offered after a few moments, still sitting in the window with a cup in his hand, steam rising slowly from it as he watched Coruscant’s skyline and the hovercars. “The Force was screaming around me even as I trained you.” He took a small sip. “But I had promised him that I would train you and I needed you as much to get out of bed those first few months. Still the Force screamed around me past my serene mask and blank expressions.” His lips quirked a bit.

Anakin hesitated by the door still before slowly moving further into the room. “…When?”

Not looking away from the skyline, Obi-Wan gave a low hum, recognizing the question for what it was. “Do you remember the mission we took to Iuna? The little moon with all those bars and smugglers. You were…Force, only eleven I think.” He shook his head. “No place for a child, even a Jedi one with your background but that was where our mission lead us.”

“…Barely, I took a head injury so some of the mission were…fuzzy at best. A learning experience though.” The knight admitted.

Obi-Wan gave a low, amused chuckle. “Indeed. Do you remember I had to leave you alone for a full day to avoid leading the smugglers back to where you were?”

“Yeah, I spent the day in the motel room, working on a droid the motel owners had that was defect and hoping you were safe.” Anakin settled his hands on the back of the couch, keeping his distance from the other out of wariness.

Though he didn’t think Obi-Wan would hurt him.

“I went through the smugglers own den at the time. And among their things…the Force stopped screaming and instead directed me.” The redhead took a little sip.

“…It screamed at you for a year?”

“Oh yes, sometimes I wondered if I’d go mad before you left my care with how it sounded.” Obi-Wan chuckled quietly.

“…Why did it stop screaming then?” Anakin’s pulse was racing.

“…Because the smugglers had a holocron, a holocron the Force intended for me.” Obi-Wan finally looked at him, eyes sparkling between green and yellow. “A sith holocron. I didn’t accept it to begin with…it took a year before I gave in.”

Anakin’s hands tensed on the couch. “…What are you going to do?”

“…I’m going to hunt down the Sith Master and slay him in his place.” Obi-Wan stood slowly, watching Anakin as he placed his cup on the window sill. “I will hunt him down to his last breath and he will choke on his own blood just like his apprentice had Qui-Gon do. I will grind his legacy into the dust and I will evaporate his name from the Sith lines. I will see his corpse burn and leave no temple he can be entombed in, his spirit will never be given the rest.”

Vicious yellow stared at Anakin and Anakin had a moment to think of the other ready like a viper, to strike if needed.

For a moment he also thought about running for the door, to warn the council.

But what had the council done for him?

Compared to the man in front of him who had sheltered Anakin, had cared for him and taught him. This man who was looking for revenge for someone he had adored.

A Tattoine night flashed in Anakin’s mind, his saber in hand as he cut through a camp.

He knew what it was like to want revenge.

Slowly he unclenched his hand from the fabric and moved around it, never taking his eyes from Obi-Wan’s despite wanting to look away from burning yellow. ‘Like molting lava…’ He thought as he moved until he was a handspan from the other man.

Slowly he sunk to his knee in front of the other.

“…Where there’s a Kenobi, there’s a Skywalker, isn’t that how it works?” He smiled up at Obi-Wan who stared at him in turn.

Then Obi-Wan dropped to his knees in front of the other and dragged him into a desperate hug, clinging to him with trembling shoulders. Anakin returned the hug, cupping the back of the others head with care. “Its alright, you’re not alone. Not anymore. Never again.”

anonymous asked:

32 and pikelan please!! or -- really, any of them and pikelan if thats easier im just thirsty for pikelan lol

I think you are beautiful and I would like to kiss you.  I can think up some clever lines, if you’d prefer.  But I wanted to say that, first. (None of those lines seemed to be about you or me.)

pikelan. post-canon. 1.6K.

The small man has been sitting at the bar for three hours. Pike knows it isn’t him––he holds himself wrong, he’s dressed wrong, he moves his hands too much when he speaks––but a small, ridiculous part of her still hopes.

It’s been months since they all went their separate ways. She should really let it go.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, Pike?” Grog asks when her head twists in that direction for the umpteenth time that night, and Pike looks back at him.

“Nothing,” she says. “Just a memory.”

Grog frowns. “What’s the point at lookin’ at something that’s already done?”

“No point, Grog.”

“Well then, quit looking.”

“Oh, alright,” she laughs, and he grins all big and pleased.

But her eyes keep drifting to the small man in a purple vest at the bar, and it’s not until he turns around and she sees his face––eyes too big, smile too small, neat-trimmed beard and slicked-back hair and everything he isn't––that she finally drags her attention back to Grog, and the story he’s telling about his most recent Crucible win.

He’s gone, Pike reminds herself. He wanted to leave. It’s well past time she saw him in every stranger she passed. Wishful thinking won’t bring him back.

(If it did, he’d be here already.)

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It is actually such a conflicting situation to do my Carver Era Rewatch - in fact today has been the first time since at least a month if not more that I watched an entire SPN epsiode from start to finish (I have never not watched SPN for such a long time ever before) - because on the one hand continuing where I left off after having prepared posts up unitl 9x05 “Dog Dean Afternoon” quite some time ago today reminded me so immensly of everything that I love about this show. At the same time however, it also sends a pang of sadness through my heart, because I feel like I’m mourning, because there is so little left of all this that made Carver Era such a beautiful time for me personally. I know that I have been saying this all throughout S12 and I know people aren’t interested in reading it another time, but the biggest issue for me with S12 (aside from the fact that the narrative - meaning Dabb and Singer - screwed over Dean royally and gave all his arcs to others) has always been the lack of emotion and emotional urgency. Of course all of this is completely a case of personal opinion and preference, but for me what made Carver Era and S9 in particular one - if not THE best - season of the show was how thick and heavy it was in terms of emotion and how clever it was worked into the narrative and into all characters’ arcs. Just re-watching 9x06 “Heaven Can’t Wait” today delivered more emotion than the entirety of S12 managed to evoke and convey. The themes just ran so much deeper, they were truly personal and the characters were truly embedded in the narrative structure in a meaningful and emotionally capturing way. And yeah, while one the one hand it makes me incredibly happy to re-watch Carver Era, because man it was a thing of beauty and so so clever, on the other hand it kind of makes me “hurt” more, because I feel like in a way everything I loved and adored about Carver’s showrunning and SPN in general no longer exists, because Dabb and Singer simply don’t care about or are interested in these issues and things in a similar manner. However, to me the pieces Carver worked with were essential to SPN right from the very first episode and I feel like they are missing now and may never return and it just makes me so sad. ;____;

anonymous asked:

istg.. this run ep was near rookie king levels of physical affection i really don't know what to do with myself!!!! yg was all over jimin from the start and dear god, it looks so natural and comfortable between them??? even when yg was straight up running his hands up and down jm's back, it's all just so!!! and yg got so flustered a couple of times, like his little smile when they're all ~as expected, like he's trying to say 'yeah yeah i know i'm whipped you guys can stop it now' im just!!!

The way yoongi touches jimin has got me so fucked up?? he just casually feels him all over n massages his shoulders n rubs his arms n back n it’s so affectionate yet subtle. And thAts whEn they’re filming. I’m so shooketh I need to write a fic abt y cooking for j bYe 

yoongi (among millions of other things when it comes to jimin) seems to particularly enjoy standing right behind jimin and not at a distance but almost with his cr*tch glued to jimin’s perky behind 👀

yoongi’s arm was behind jimin so much and ever since the mirror incident i dont trust him anymore i need all angles 👀

i just….love that y feels the constant need to touch jm whenever they’re next to each other,,,,its so soft

he’s been doing so much lately !! even at the bbmas he spent a lot of time hovering around and behind him,,,, and if he can unthinkingly do this on camera, just. imagine what he’s like in private. now we know why having them in a team together like this only happens once in a blue moon

Here To Help - Spencer Reid

Part 1

Spencer x Reader

Summary: A case hits home for a member of the BAU team and none of the others know why or how to help.


Reaching out you took the coffee that the woman had made up for you. ‘Thank you’ You smiled at her and she nodded. Spencer groaned from beside you. ‘Why do they always have yours finished first’ You giggled and reached out patting his shoulder. ‘They like me better’ He just rolled his eyes at you but smiled after when you began to laugh. 

This was a morning routine for you and Spencer, you would both meet up at this little coffee shop which was about a five minute walk from your house to get your morning coffee and you and him would take the train to work together. The team of course knew something was up between you two, whatever it was it was something more than the friendship you two portrayed. You certainly felt something for the genius, but it was forbidden between co-workers.

You watched Spencer as his order was called out and he made his way to the counter to pick it up. A smile played on your lips as you watched him interact awkwardly with the woman who reached out and touched his arm with a smile. Spencer was smart enough to know she was flirting, just not as well versed with people to know how to say no, even though you had told him almost twenty times.

He turned hastily to you readjusting his bag a small blush on his cheeks. ‘What did she say today goodlooking?’ You chuckled using the woman’s nickname for the genius. That made him blush even harder. ‘Said she’d like to see me by here more often, perhaps when she wasn’t working’ You let out a stark laugh at that and reached out. you threaded your hand through Spencer’s bent one and gripped his elbow. ‘Oh, my genius. Forever the chick magnet’ You giggled when he gave you an unimpressed look before opening the door for you both.

You sat next to Spencer on the train as you read over a book he had recommended. It was interesting, sure, just not something you normally read. But Spencer had been so excited when he had brought it to work one day and handed it to you telling you that it was one of the best books he had read in a while and he thought you would like it. So you were reading it. But unfortunately for you this morning you couldn’t concentrate on it.

Snapping the book closed you turned in your seat. Your hand immediately found Spencer’s knee. ‘Speak’ You ordered softly and he looked up at you his eyebrows furrowed. He sighed. ‘She’s been trying to get a date with me for a month’ He muttered. ‘Why? I’m just another customer who comes into the café, I thought it was her personality but she doesn’t act that way with any other men’ You almost rolled your eyes at him. ‘Well, Spence, maybe she just has good taste in men. A genius who works for the FBI, carries a gun, and is super kind, sweet, loyal. Incredibly tall and very handsome’ you shrugged. ‘What’s not to like boy wonder?’ You chuckled

Even though you were actually the same age as Spencer, Garcia’s name for him had rubbed off on you. Spencer sat watching you his lips slightly parted and his eyes focused solely on you. ‘What?’ You raised an eyebrow with a soft smile. ‘Is that really how you see me?’ He asked softly blinking. You just shrugged. ‘Well, among other things, yeah, that’s just a few’ You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as Spencer continued to look at you. 

Just as you were about to ask him why he was still looking at you like that the train began to slow down. ‘This is our stop’ You gathered your things and stood. ‘Come on genius’ You smiled down at him and he blinked coming out of whatever state he was in to smile, really widely, back up at you before handing you your coffee he ha been holding so you could read.

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banasiakj123  asked:

Lucaya prompt: Body Heat-"Skin on Skin."

//Ok so probably not what you were expecting, but I just went with the idea that popped in my head. I hope you still like it. Thanks for the request! //

–That One Night In A Car–

There are so many cars. Why are there so many cars? Since when were there so many people in upstate New York? Okay that was a stupid question, but Maya was really upset. She absolutely hated traffic.

“I’ll pick you up.” He had said. “We’ll be back in no time.” He said. Lies. All lies. Right now as she turned to look at the teen in the driver’s seat she really wanted to punch him, but he was at the wheel.

Wait a minute, they were stuck in traffic, he wasn’t driving!! She punched him. Lightly, of course.

But still, he yelped. “Hey!!”

“We’re never going to make it back in time for Riley’s poetry thing. I’m stuck in this stupid traffic in a car with a Huckleberry!! I should have taken the bus.” Maya hit him 2 more times before crossing her arms. She had promised Riley she would be there. They were talking about her entering the poetry competition for weeks. Maya expected to be there in the front row. However, Maya had gotten an opportunity to present her work at an art convention in upstate New York. Lucas offered to drive her there and back since all the adults were busy and Lucas was the only one out of their group who had a license. If there weren’t so much traffic she could have been back in the city, with Riley, supporting her.

“Maya! If you would have taken the bus you would have been stuck in this traffic too. Would you stop hitting me? It’s not my fault!”

“We’ve been here for hours!!!!! These cars don’t seem to be moving any time soon.” She looked at the car dashboard and tried her best not to hit him again. “Oh and would you look at that. We’re almost out of gas.”

Lucas rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue on the side of his cheek. “We could have made it with the gas that we had. I just hadn’t expected so much traffic.”

“Is there literally no other way to get back to the city.”

“The exit isn’t for another 3 miles. We haven’t moved…update says the traffic might lift in 4 hours, we might not have any gas by then”

“Where’s the next gas station?”

“Ehhh 8 miles?”

“Are you freaking kidding me? It’s about to get dark so we can’t walk because oh yeah we’re in the middle of fking nowhere. We don’t have any gas, our phones are about to die and so we’re doomed to being stranded on this highway. Great. Just great. Thanks a lot Ranger Rick.”

He clenched his jaw. “Again…Not. My. Fault.”

Maya mumbled under her breath. Probably words she shouldn’t be saying. Lucas was unaffected by that. Instead, he kept tapping his thumb on the steering wheel. As he tried thinking of a plan he noticed a sign.

“Look Maya. There’s a campsite. We can stay there.”

Maya looked up. “Camping? Really? This isn’t time for recreational activities!”

“No. I mean we’re not moving for another 4 hours but by then we’ll lose gas. We should just wait until the morning.”

“Okay sure whatever. But how are we even going to get out of here? The exit is all the way over there”

They were a few cars behind the campsite exit and it seemed almost impossible. Yet Lucas smirked.

“Like this.” He jerked the steering wheel of the car just enough to move it off the road and onto the grassy hill. A bumpy ride later, they were headed to the campsite.  

—–

“What the hell do you mean you don’t have camping gear?”

“I live in New York City. I don’t exactly carry around camping supplies, Maya!”

“You sure made it seem that way with the way you were explaining your great plan” She said great plan while making air quotes with her fingers.

“What?? All I said hey look there’s a campsite.”

“This place doesn’t even have a place where you can buy camping gear? What is this shit?”

“That’s not how campsites work, Maya.”

“How would I know that? I’ve never been camping!”

“Stop yelling at me over everything!”

“Fine!!” She sighed heavily and sat on a rock that was near the car. “I’m really hungry.”

“That I can help with.” He pulled out a couple of protein bars from his car and tossed one to Maya.

They sat in silence as Maya tried to calm down. After eating she called Riley right away. She only managed to apologize and say a few words about being stuck surrounded by trees before the signal dropped. Stupid middle of nowhere.

Since it was a a random Thursday in September, the campsite was empty. They walked a around for a bit before returning to the car.

“Hey look. You can see the stars like back in Texas.”

Maya smiled. That was her favorite part about Texas….among other things. Not that she would ever admit that to Lucas.

“I’m going to sleep. You should too. If we sleep early we can get out of this deserted place faster.” Suddenly she leapt onto the back of the car. “Dibs on the backseat!” Maya yelled. “Set an alarm on your phone to like 4 or 5am. There shouldn’t be any traffic then.“

“Agreed.” Lucas replied. He tried to get comfortable sitting in the front and adjusted the seat so it went far back just enough so it didn’t bother Maya in the backseat.

A few minutes later Maya spoke. “Lucas…I’m cold.”

“Yeah it does get cold at night.” He said without opening his eyes.

“Let me guess. No extra blanket in the trunk?”

“Sorry.” He sat up and started unbuttoning his plaid shirt . “Here. Just take my shirt. You can use it as a blanket.”

“Won’t you be cold?”

“No. I’m fine.”  He pointed to his tank top. “I still have this.” He threw the shirt towards her and Maya shrugged and took it.

She laid back down using Lucas’ shirt as a blanket. It was so soft. The smell was so comforting. She felt safe. She opened one eye to look at Lucas. He was shivering.

“Dammit Huckleberry.”

“What?” He  sat up again, a look of worry on his face. He quickly looked out the windows as if to see if there were any predators.

“You’re cold. Take your shirt back.”

“No. You’re more cold than I am.”

“Are you saying I can’t handle the cold?”

“That’s not what I’m saying. Just take the shirt.”

“No. I’m not letting you die of pneumonia.” She paused to think. “Body heat. That can keep us warm.”

“Very funny. Goodnight.” Lucas closed his eyes once again.

“Lucas, I’m serious. Just lay down in the back with me. Seriously, I know it’s dark but I swear you’re turning blue.”

Slowly, Lucas sat up and looked at her to check if she was serious. She had used his real name. She usually did that when she was serious. She also wasn’t smiling like she often did when she teased him. “Okay.” He responded before stepping out of the car and into the back.

“Well maybe we are not both going to fit on the backseat….” Maya started, but Lucas chuckled.

“Yeah we will. You’re small.”

Maya rolled her eyes. She laid down with her body facing the back of the car. Lucas tried lying down with his back against her back, but he slipped onto the floor of the car.

“Yeah. This isn’t gonna work. What if I lie down first and then you lie next to me.“

Maya hesitated at first, but she was already so sleepy so she just shrugged. “Sure.”

Lucas lied down and Maya then lay next to him. Maya almost slipped back but Lucas was quick and placed his arms on her back and pushed her closer to his chest.

“I got you.” He whispered.

“Thanks.”

Lucas left one hand on her back and the other he was going to place near his chest but his hand brushed against Maya’s hands. “Your hands are freezing.”

“I know. They’ll get warm soon.”

“Here place them on my back. They’ll get warmer quicker.”

Maya was too sleepy to argue and her hands were really cold. She proceeded to do so and Lucas placed his hands back on her back. Both now embraced.

They were definitely warmer now.

Maya could feel the heat of his body radiate underneath his tank top. Before she realized what she was doing, her hands were underneath Lucas’ tank top and on his warm back. He jumped to the sudden cold sensation.

“S-sorry.” She slid her hands prepared to take them out but Lucas shook his head.

“It’s fine. I’m okay with it.”

So she left her hands on his skin.

He took his plaid button down shirt that he had given to Maya earlier and held it close on top of both of them.

Her hands under his shirt. His hands on her back. Legs intertwined.

Warmth.

Maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was the fact that they were under the stars. Or maybe it’s that it was really cold outside. Whatever it was, it made them want to get closer and so they did. The two embraced each other until they could feel each other’s hearts beating and each other’s chest rising as they breathed. 

No words were spoken. She smiled looking into his green eyes. He smiled looking into her blue eyes. Each other’s eyes being the last thing they saw before falling asleep.

A couple of hours later two security guards shone a light into the car. There lay two teenagers fast asleep. Her head against his chest and the boy’s arm under her head and holding her close.

One of them prepared to knock on the window, but the other guard quickly snatched the flashlight out of his hands and pulled him away.

“Don’t wake them up!” He whispered. “They’re just two kids sleeping. Let them be.” He smiled back at the car. “They look cute.”

Thick Like Humidity: A Short Camp-Camp Fic

A/N: @voltron-yip-yip had a fic idea based on @demonlucy-chan ’s artwork of Jasper and Daniel fighting over an oblivious David; the art was clever and the whole concept was too funny for me to pass up writing about.
(No; the title is not an innuendo. But it is funny when you think of it as one, so I’m keeping it).

-Based on an idea by @demonlucy-chan and another by @voltron-yip-yip ; go follow them/like their shit because they’re super cool and make cool things.

I do not own Camp Camp either. All I own are the words.
***
Like the mid-summer humidity, tension was running high and thick in Camp Campbell, and David was sweating it day-in and day-out. He could sense the frustration among the campers and counselors; the scowls on their faces, the furrowed brows and general negative attitudes. Perhaps it was with each other, perhaps it was with him, but whatever it was, he couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Hey Gwen?”
“Yeah David?”
“What’s gotten into everyone this week? I just feel like nobody’s really in the Camp Campbell spirit!”
“David,” Gwen peered from behind her magazine, eyes tired from bug-catching camp the night prior, “nobody’s ever in the Camp Campbell spirit.”
“You know what I mean,” his tone hit a more serious chord, as he slumped down next to her on the cabin steps, “but it just feels weird.”
“It’s always been weird since you hired Daniel, David,” she set aside her magazine, “I don’t know, don’t you get weird vibes from him?”
“What kind of weird vibes?”
“You know, the fact that he’s basically the exact same as you? He’s kind of creepy? Plus he spends a lot of time with Jasper, doesn’t that set you off?”
David blinked, cocking his head sharp enough that his hair flounced.
“What are you talking about?”
“They’re always together, not necessarily talking or anything, I don’t know, they’ve just been acting weird around one another and it’s freaking all the kids out I guess. Otherwise I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
David frowned, eyebrows knotted in deep thought. Jasper was the friendliest person he knew, even friendlier than himself. Therefore, logically speaking, there was no way he could be angry about Daniel. It was true, Daniel was a naturally talented councilor, but David was too, so there was no need for Jasper to feel jealous.
Unless it wasn’t-
“You’re really getting on my nerves, pal,” a wispy voice cracked through the trees, “if we’re gonna talk about this, we need to do it away from the kids.”
David peered over the brush, surprised to find Daniel and Jasper face-to-face, both furiously red and wearing completely different expressions.
“Now Jasper,” Daniel’s smiled curled, “you’re not afraid of the children knowing, are you?”
“That’s not the point and you know it.”
“You’re right, so why don’t we settle this right here, and right-”
David tripped through the trees, falling with a tremendous and frightening crash in between the both of them. Jasper and Daniel froze, their faces growing even more red. David’s nose began to turn a simular shade.
“Oh, h-hey David!” Jasper gulped, “we were, um-”
“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” David jumped to his feet, slowly backing away, “I didn’t mean to interrupt!”
“It’s fine,” Daniel laughed, attempting to compose himself, “can we help you with anything?”
“Oh no!” David shook his head, “I think I should be the one asking you if you need any help!”
Both Jasper and Daniel paled, alarmed and startled as David hesitantly walked forward, wrapping them both in a tight hug.
“You two should have no shame in coming out as a couple. If the kids have a problem; you come talk to me and I’ll talk to them!”
Jasper and Daniel exchanged a look behind David’s back, full of vile and anger and utter humiliation. Still, even when David pulled away to give them a re-assuring grin, they both remained absolutely confounded and speechless.
“Now, I’ll leave you two to your alone time; feel no rush in coming out, just take your time!” And with an official Camp Campbell salute, David ran off, sprinting back to Gwen to fill her in on the details. Jasper and Daniel groaned, finding a moment of truce in the middle of their rivalry.
“Remind me why we’re fighting over him again?”
“He has a nice ass.” Daniel stated simply, smacking Jasper upside the head. His foe responded with a swift kick to the knee.
“Good luck trying to tap that.”
***

We’ll dance on top of cars

Now, as he stays there on the edge of her bed, her back pressed slightly against his chest and sitting between his parted legs, Stiles starts slowly combing her curls making them wavy as he knows she loves them and thinks that all he ever wanted in his life after all, is being able to see them getting silver by his side.

“Mm, you’re good at this.” Lydia’s moan brings him back to her.

“Among many other things.”


or the smutty pre-prom drabble no one has hopefully written yet

romance, smut - 2.7k words - Explicit   [AO3]

A/N: Special thanks to Susana ( @you-make-me-wander ) for her amazing beta work, you know you can always count on me babe <3

and thank you Sanya ( @killianjonec ) for reading this for first and always supporting me with my writing, i love you sis

Title is from “Wings” by Birdy

part 3 of the Bedzone series 

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY @riverdalecorefour! I really hope you’ll like this

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