and i was like okay and i turned to leave


Okay so I had a sudden epiphany about Voltron: LD and…I don’t like it.

So in the 80s original version, Sven goes missing and then ends up joining Romelle, and then Keith and Allura get together. A link to VLD is Shiro, Sven’s counterpart went missing at the end of season 2!!. Shiro went missing, like Sven. That leaves room for Keith and Allura to bond and grow closer over the fact that they both lost Shiro. That means that Kallura might happen. It’s a long shot, and I’m terrified it might happen.

Keith and Allura already had that really weird scene where Keith held Allura in his arms before she leapt out of his hold and fUCKING BLUSHED!!!! Maybe, just maybe, it was because she’s never really been touched by a male that way before…but then I think back to when Lance held her. She didn’t blush then. I can understand that maybe it was purely because she felt threatened because she didn’t know them at all…so that point pretty much = 0.

Look at their hands. She’s reaching for his out of comfort and it just suggests that something is happening or is going to happen between the two of them. I want answer @Dreamworks !!!

But no!!!! She fucking burrows her head into his neck and hugs him!!!! I don’t recall her hugging anyone else in the show… I don’t even think she’s hugged Shiro. This has got to suggest towards Keith and Allura following in their 80s counterpart’s footsteps.

If Dreamworks gives us Kallura, which has no deep connections, feelings and emotions tied to it, we’ll be missing out on some other ships. Other ships that have the mutual bond needed to sustain a healthy relationship.

Perhaps a rivalry that actually isn’t a rivalry at all, but a budding relationship that started out on the wrong foot!

Or maybe a brotherly relationship that turns into more??

It could even be the Meme Team™ duo that we’ve loved since forever!

The lesbian ship that we’ve all pined for and that has so much potential…

Probably the most obvious ship - tied with Klance - that literally everybody ships! *sobs a little from the amount of potential that could be wasted*

Our beautiful, pure Hance. Legitimately nothing is wrong with this ship. It’s so amazing and Hunk would treat Keith like the queen he is.

Even this strange ship which I’ve only heard about recently! Seriously though, a little strange but hey - still better than Kallura.

Dreamworks better not screw this show up by making two obviously not infatuated people enter a romantic relationship.

I respect the writers and animators, but something like this? Unforgivable.

I personally ship Klance mainly, but also Pance/Lidge and Shallura from time to time. Although I’m not all too fond of the other ships, I understand why people would ship them together. Except Kallura. Never understood Kallura, never will.

Feel free to add on if you’d like! Sorry for such a long post!!!

So in this episode we had Henry accept the woman who tried to have him commit a murder as his third mom.

We were apparently meant to find this sweet something? Like no one has a problem with this scenario? Just me. Okay. I mean I am sure many of the people happy about this development will be pissed at Emma when she eventually takes Hook back, some may even have been pissed that Zelena is currently being accepted by the group? But, of course, no one thinks this turn of event is unsettling or unhealthy because this fandom sees Regina’s abuse and Henry’s Stockholm Syndrome like reaction to it as like a cute and quirky aspect of their relationship or whatever.

And then we had that same “third” mom leave forever with a guy. So the Regina we know is literally half the mom Emma is. Lol. But, seriously. she’s half a person and the writers thought this was a good idea? And her other half (who was supposed to be the strong, sassy side of Regina) left Henry and everyone in Storybrooke for a man. Wow. Regina is such a strong, feminist character. Best character development ever.

I still have bad days… Days when ‘happiness’ seems more like a mirage than a destination. Every time I seem to get close to it, it jumps further away again just out of reach. Sometimes it feels like I’ll never get there… Like I’ll never be okay.
But when I look behind me at everything I’ve been through, I see how far I’ve come. I see the pain I endured and the inner demons I battled to get where I am now and I KNOW without question that I’m never going back. And if I’m not going back - then that only leaves forwards … And that’s when I turn around and keep going.
I’ve come too far give up because of one bad day.
Bad days end.
New days begin….
and tomorrow will be better.

my future child: tell me a story 

me: i walked through the door with you, the air was cold, but something ‘bout it felt like home somehow and I left my scarf there at your sister’s house and you’ve still got it in your drawer even now. Oh, your sweet disposition and my wide-eyed gaze. We’re singing in the car, getting lost Upstate. Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place, and I can picture it after all these days and I know it’s long gone, and that magic’s not here no more, and I might be okay, but I’m not fine at all. cause there we are again on that little town street you almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over at me, wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well. photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red. you used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin sized bed, and your mother’s telling stories about you on a tee ball team, you taught me 'bout your past, thinking your future was me and I know it’s long gone and there was nothing else I could do and I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to…cause there we are again in the middle of the night, we’re dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light down the stairs, i was there, i remember it all too well, yeah. well, maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much, but maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up running scared, I was there, I remember it all too well. hey, you call me up again just to break me like a promise, so casually cruel in the name of being honest, i’m a crumpled up piece of paper lying here cause I remember it all, all, all… too well. time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it, i’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it, after plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own, now you mail back my things and I walk home alone…but you keep my old scarf from that very first week cause it reminds you of innocence and it smells like me, you can’t get rid of it 'cause you remember it all too well, yeah. 'cause there we are again, when I loved you so back before you lost the one real thing you’ve ever known it was rare, I was there, i remember it all too well, wind in my hair, you were there, you remember it all, down the stairs, you were there, you remember it all, it was rare, I was there, i remember it all too well

“the last of us” inspired sentence starters

change pronouns/ect if necessary

  • “i sell hardcore drugs.”
  • “we need help.”
  • “you’re gonna be okay.”
  • “believe in the fireflies.”
  • “got enough ration cards to last us a few months.”
  • “be careful.”
  • “i am the romantic type.”
  • “don’t leave me to turn.”
  • “it’s gettin’ close to curfew.”
  • “going outside the wall is suicide.”
  • “you mumble in your sleep.”
  • “i hate bad dreams.”
  • “it’s called luck—and it’s gonna run out.”
  • “are you still breathing?”
  • “we’re shitty people.”
  • “our luck had to run out sooner or later.”
  • “don’t touch me.”
  • “she’s infected.”
  • “just fucking go.”
  • “i can’t swim.”
  • “does it sound like i know how to whistle?”
  • “i’m a pretty good shot with that thing.”
  • “let’s get the hell outta here.”
  • “goddammit—i’m clean!”
  • “i owe you nothin’.”
  • “there’s one inside.”
  • “it’s the normal people that scare me.”
  • “you of all people should understand that.”
  • “i can handle myself.”
  • “once upon a time, i had somebody i had to look after.”
  • “you don’t need to worry about me.”
  • “fuckin’ hunters.”
  • “i’ve been on both sides.”
  • “so–you kill a lot of innocent people?”
  • “you sacrifice the few to save the many.”
  • “i don’t think they saw us.”
  • “trust me, it ain’t easy.”
  • “damn it—spores.”
  • “somethin’ on your mind?”
  • “you make every shot count.”
  • “just so we’re clear… it was either him or me.”
  • “how’d i do?”
  • “yeah, well, i was tryin’ to kill you.”
  • “you’re bleeding.”
  • “we can help each other.”
  • “i saved you!”
  • “you wanna hear a joke about pizza? …never mind, it was too cheesy.”
  • “how is it you’re never scared?”
  • “what are you scared of?”
  • “i’m scared of ending up alone.”
  • “it’s all your fault!”
  • “thanks for not blowin’ my head off.”
  • “you survived because of me.”
  • “you lay your hands on me again, it won’t end well for you.”
  • “you still remember how to kill, right?”
  • “hey, hey—are you hurt?”
  • “i guess we’re both disappointed with each other, then.”
  • “what do you want from me?”
  • “i can’t get infected!”
  • “you are treading on some mighty thin ice here.”
  • “i’ve lost people, too.”
  • “you have no idea what loss is.”
  • “everyone i’ve ever cared for has either died or left me.”
  • “sounds like runners.”
  • “can you walk?”
  • “stay the fuck back!”
  • “i think we’re safe.”
  • “you’re a better shot with that thing than i am.”
  • “don’t sound so disappointed.”
  • “you handled yourself pretty nice back there.”
  • “i believe that everything happens for a reason.”
  • “you’re just a kid.”
  • “i can protect you.”
  • “i’ll come back for you.”
  • “you’re a fucking animal.”
  • “you have no idea what i’m capable of.”
  • “i’m gonna teach you how to play guitar.”
  • “another city, another abandoned quarantine zone.”
  • “is this everything you were hoping for?”
  • “we don’t have to do this.”
  • “i ain’t leavin’ without you.”
  • “i guess you can’t escape your past.”
  • “hands in the fucking air!”
  • “i pretty much lost everything.”
  • “no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.”


  • how can you look at me and see something good?
  • the world has gone to hell.
  • what have you done to yourself?
  • what have you become?
  • i trusted you!
  • you betrayed me!
  • i will never trust you again.
  • after everything we’ve been through, you turn your back on me.
  • who did you kill?
  • why are you covered in blood?
  • just breathe, you’ll be okay.
  • are you drunk?
  • this world was not meant for people like this.
  • you are weak.
  • you are nothing.
  • i hate you.
  • i don’t love you.
  • you’re going to die.
  • i’ll kill you.
  • i’ll leave you to suffer alone.

Okay so I remember one time my ex text me out the blue to brag about his new relationship. He was like “She’s from Turkey. You wouldn’t understand.” Right so he wanted to rub in my face that he was getting married because at one point he was my fiancé or whatever. He was like “Oh I’m gonna die in another country but at least I’ll be with my new wife. She loves me more than you did.” Okay fast forward a good 6-7 months he’s at the airport ready to leave the U.S. and go to Turkey to live with his new fiancé. Yoooo this nigga shows up to fucking baggage claim and low and behold the fucking FBI were waiting for him. Turns out he was talking to an FBI informant the whole time and not his (nonexistent) Turkish fiancé because this dumb nigga was trying to join ISIS via the fucking Internet. So he ended up being on the FBI watchlist for a few months after that and he got arrested when he tried to flee to Canada. Karma definitely had my back for a minute.

Family drama

Summary (i lost the request)
: The reader is Veronica’s sister who went to private school for a while.  When her father is sent to prison she returns to her sister and mother, however family drama leaves Veronica wanting revenge, and she’s determined to squash your chances at a new life in Riverdale.

A/N: This was a HUGE request, and trying to fit it into a reasonably sized imagine was a struggle.  Like it’s the plot to a whole fanfic, that I just don’t have the time for right now.  I think I’m okay with how it turned out, and if you all want a part two, there’s definitely material for one.

See my other stuff here

Word count: 904 words

Warnings: None

Originally posted by garslogan

“I like to start off my tours with a little bit of history…” Betty started introducing the school to you, but was quickly interrupted.

“She doesn’t need to know any of this,” Veronica snapped.  “Just show her her period one class and then we’ll go.”

“Ronnie,” you sighed, tugging on your backpack strap.  

“No!  I don’t allow traitors in my squad.” She tugged on the hem of her skirt.  “Betty, I’m sure she’ll find her own way.”

Betty sent you sorry eyes before letting Veronica pull her away.  

“I can do this,” you murmured to yourself, walking off in the other direction.

Were you used to not having your sister around?  No.  Had you managed on your own before?  Yes.  

However, Riverdale high was much bigger than your own school, and within just a few moments you were hopelessly lost.  

“Need some help?” You turned around to find a boy much taller than you leaning against some lockers.  “I’m Reggie.  You the new lodge?” His eyes moving over your figure, you nodded hesitantly.  “It shows.”

“Excuse you,” you huffed.  “Don’t be disgusting.  It’ll never work in your favor.”

“Don’t be snappy,” he took a few steps in your direction, arms crossed over his chest.  “It’ll never work in your favor.”

“Piss off, Reggie.” You looked over your shoulder to see another boy your age.  “You can get to know each other another time.”

“Whatever freak,” Reggie dismissed him, turning on his heel.

You smiled warmly, looking to the mystery boy.  “Thank you…”

“Jughead.  Jones, the third.” You laughed at the pacing of his introduction.  “You’re giving off this lost puppy vibe, and while I’m no tour guide, it’s unlike me to leave someone stranded.”

And so it was just like that, you had your first friend.  

You and Jughead were a good match for one another.  Both wonderfully pessimistic, dramatic, and sarcastic, you two made fast friends.  

It was a month or so after you started going to Riverdale high when you made something more.  As much as you both would like to say it was something unique, some strange scenario that resulted in you two together, but in all honesty, it was the usual fade from sitting on opposite sides of a booth at Pop’s, to cuddling on the same side.

“I still don’t understand, why is she so mad at you?” Jughead had asked one night, turning away from his laptop screen to catch your microexpressions.  You bit down on your bottom lip, eyes flitting to the table and then back up to your boyfriend.  

“I knew about our dad… before he… you know.  I didn’t tell anyone.” His eyes seemed to frown, blue pools reflecting the sadness you knew was in your own.  “But I mean, how could I?  Veronica is close with Mom, and so was I, but I was always Daddy’s little girl.  I think part of me didn’t want to think any of it was true.  That he couldn’t do such a thing… I was wrong.  And he dragged me down with him.  He told my mom, and then my mom told Veronica.   Veronica thinks I’m a traitor now or something dramatic because I didn’t tell her.  I lost a best friend, and I kinda deserved it.”

Jughead sighed, “You didn’t deserve that.  I don’t want to say she would’ve done the same thing, because honestly I don’t know.  But I probably would’ve done the same thing.”

“Thanks, Juggy.”  You rested your head against his shoulder, his lips coming down on your forehead.  

That was probably one of the better days, however soon it was obvious the plan that Veronica had been enacting this whole time.  

With Betty enlisting Jughead into the Blue and Gold, he was spending more and more time with Betty, and less and less time with you.   

“Juggy, I miss you,” you sighed, looking at him across the table in your regular booth.  “I don’t want to be one of those clingy people.  If you’re trying to distance yourself… because this isn’t working.  Then just end it.  I’ve been on the other side of relationships like this, and you don’t deserve that.”

Jughead barely looked up from his laptop screen which you knew had an article for the Blue and Gold on it.  “Yeah, yeah.  I agree.” You knew his words were just a product of him not listening, that he was giving a general response to fit into most conversations, but even that was enough for you.

You wrung your hands in front of you, shaking your head.  “I’ll do you a favor.  We’re done.”

“Wait what?” You turned before he could see your face, ignoring him.  On your way out, you caught Veronica in a booth just down the way.  You decided you’d confront your once best friend, the only thing you knew how to do well.  

“Veronica,” you greeted sharply, sitting beside Archie, opposite Veronica.  “I know you and I have issues, but I want you to know that either way, I’d be breaking someone’s heart.  I’m sorry I chose wrongly, and I hope one day you can stop trying your hardest to leave me alone, to leave me miserable.  You’re my sister, my best friend.  That will never change.” Her face was that of someone who was completely caught off guard.  You nodded a goodbye to her friends, shaking your head at Jughead, and leaving Pop’s once and for all.  

Hermione: [out for a stroll in her parents’ neighborhood]

Hermione: [sees Malfoy across the street]

Hermione: Do my eyes deceive me? Draco Malfoy disguising as a muggle, walking around a muggle town? Huh. Never thought I’d live to see the day.

Draco: [catches up to her, scowling]

Draco: Granger, funny meeting you here. [smirks awkwardly]

Hermione: Funny? Really? Would you like to meet my friend named a Mirror, Malfoy? I mean look at you! A muggle vice? You’re in a muggle town! And it’s FUNNY meeting ME here?

Draco: I’m only saying ‘what a coincidence’ Granger. Great Merlin, you’re as insufferable as I remember. Probably a lot more.

Hermione: [squints eyes] Hmm, okay. I don’t think I want to know the reason you’re here and looking like that. I hope I don’t see you around, Malfoy.

Hermione: [turns to leave]

Draco: Wait I–


Draco: Actually I– I came to see you, Hermione.

anonymous asked:

honestly I love you and your blog so much and I just feel like I can leave this here bc you will understand the pain it causes me: so this is sin just forewarning you okay cassian is sweet and is always nice and gentle with nesta (unless she says otherwise) but sometimes cassian uses his commander/general voice in bed and nesta loves it like they're going at it and all of the sudden he grabs her hip with his hand and growls in her ear "be still" like he's commanding his troops and ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

(I am…always here for sin friend. you can always leave this stuff with me yes you can. and I am always here for Cass using his commander voice in bed, oh yes….somehow this turned into a little drabble?? I don’t know what to tell you, anyway…Obviously NSFW) 

Nesta moans loudly, arching her hips against Cassian, meeting him as he thrust into her. He’s over her, deep inside her, the heavy weight of his hips pressing into hers with every movement, his wings spread wide over them, enveloping them, blocking out the world. All she can see is a great black sky, blazing with thin rivers of fire and slashed with faint white lines, remnants of the scars from when the King’s power shredded through it at Hybern. 

With a soft whimper, Nesta stretches a hand up, brushing it lightly over the membrane and Cassian snarls, hips jerking into hers. “Nesta,” he snarls at her in warming but she just growls right back at him, raising her hand again to brush his wings again in warning but then he stops and she whines in protest, lifting her hips and trying to encourage him to move again. She had been so close and damn him he had known it, could feel it burning through their bond as surely as she could feel what she was doing to him. 

One of his broad, rough hands curls around her waist, pressing her down firmly against the mattress. His voice is low, rumbling through her body as he orders, “Be still.” She freezes, panting and looking up at him. He rarely speaks to her this way in bed but when he does… 

A faint smirk tugs at Cassian’s lips as he looks down at her, gently sweeping her hair away from her face, cradling her cheek in his hand. “Good,” he says, his voice still that deep, commanding purr. She shivers. 

“Cass,” she whines, struggling not to buck her hips against his in an effort to make him move again, needing this, needing him. “Cassian.”

He chuckles at that, “You have no patience, sweetheart,” he murmurs lightly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips, rolling his hips gently, too gently, into hers again. 

“No,” she snaps, “I don’t. Now get on with it.”

 Her hands rise again, making to rake down his wings but with a soft growl he captures them both in one hand and pins her wrists down over her head, a soft, wicked smile curling his lips. “Behave,” he orders her quietly, his fingers easing gently through her folds, finding that spot that has her head tilting back, her lips parting to allow the faint moans he’s coaxing out of her to spill from her lips. 

“Cass,” she whispers, her body shaking with need. She trusts him completely but she needs him to move, she needs to come, and he knows it. 

He smiles, nuzzling at her neck, nipping gently with his teeth, “Say please,” he teases her, grinning against her skin. 

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anonymous asked:

Can you do something on how Archie is in bed?

This turned out more like what sex with Archie would be like:

  • at first he would be so sweet, almost as if you were so delicate
  • as time went on he was still sweet but he was also rough
  • i feel like archie wouldnt be that big on foreplay because he gets too excited in that step
  • constantly asking you if you were okay
  • his fingers would be a god send if you know what i mean, thanks guitar
  • his ginger locks matted to his forehead because of sweat
  • making out so much that your lips are swollen
  • him leaving little lovebites all over your neck because youre his girl
  • soft swear words leaving his lips as he comes close
  • holding your hands in his hands 
  • lots of after sex cuddles because youre his #1 
Turning Me On pt. 2 (Smut)

Request: Hi! Okay I just found your blog and IM OBSESSED, I just finished reading “turning me on” the Victoria secret model, and I was wondering if you could make like a part 2 (smut) of what he’d do. I know you probably have a lot of requests but you can’t leave me hanging on a story like that.

Word count: 1,142

Turning Me On volume 2 (Smut)

“Hurry” she whispered desperately to me while pulling me along.

She pushed me down the halls before we made it back to her changing room. Quickly, she pulled me in and locked the door behind us.

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Pure Love || Jimin || Oneshot

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Word Count: 1361

Genre: fluff, oneshot

Summary: There was a reason you liked writing tragedies so much…

“You’ve been writing tragedies lately.”

You looked up at Jimin and then turned away, your fingers threading through your hair as your cheek pressed against the palm of your hand. Your hand continued to scribble words down and your eyes followed each word aimlessly, another tragedy bleeding from the led. Jimin frowned, his phone down and shifting in his seat. He leaned against the table, his arms acting as his pillow as he looked up at you.

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Okay but imagine Sangwoo buying a long distance remote control vibrator, tying Bum up in the basement, hanging from the ceiling from the pulley thing with the vibrator deep inside him, then leaving the house to go about his day, periodically turning the vibe on, sometimes even forgetting to turn it off like when he’s in class and gets distracted by the lecture, then coming back home to Bum, who’s been aroused and stimulated all day but unable to touch himself. Sangwoo stands at the bottom of the stairs smirking at Bum and makes him beg for his release and then tells him he’s only allowed to cum if it’s from Sangwoo’s cock in his ass, so he lets him down, takes out the vibrator and fucks Bum on the floor until he cums without a hand on his cock.

You Sent A Photo; Part One

[Pairing; Seth Rollins X Reader.]

[Notes; Just a little drabble, not sure if I will continue this one or not, yet! Would love everyone’s votes/opinions!]

     “Dude, just send me a picture of it! I see you half naked all the time. If I were going to make a move, I would have done it by now, (Y/N).” “You’re so dumb, Sasha.” I laughed out, through the phone. “But okay. Just tell me the truth, bye.” I said hanging up, leaving me alone in the Victoria’s Secret dressing room.  

     White, Frosty. Lace and rhinestones- perfect for the December’s night date. Not too little, not too much. Perfect. The imitating diamonds danced to the light as I twist and turned, checking myself out at all angles possible. I felt like some kind of snow angel in this, but I needed to know if it was right. Erecting my back- as straight as it could go, I snapped the hottest picture I could. Damn. Why hasn’t Sasha made a move yet? I laughed at the thought, sent the picture to my best friend, and threw my phone on the seat next to the mirror. 

     I took in a final glance before I started unhooking straps and untying little bows. I pulled my clothes on and made my way to the cashier’s counter. Forget her opinion, this is it. As if she could feel me thinking about her, Sasha’s “Sky Is the Limit” sang out and her name etched across my screen. “Girl! Are you going to send me this picture, or what!?” I had to pull the phone away from my eardrum. “I sent it to you!” I same-tone’d back. “I didn’t get anything? It probably just didn’t go through.” She said, coming down from her what-seemed-to-be offended state. “It doesn’t matter now, I already bought it. But since you so desperately want to see, I’ll resend it. Hang on, I’ll put you on speaker.”  

     My hands scrolled through my messages, seeing no trace of a picture. Not one exclamation point, or a did not send notification. No picture at all. “What the hell?” I huffed. Exiting Sasha’s messages, I saw another name. Seth. “..Seth? Why would Seth send me a messa..” You sent a photo. 

     I instantly stopped walking- dead in my tracks. My hands fell weak, almost dropping my bag of newly bought lingerie. The pit in my stomach forming was indescribable. “(Y/N)?” Brought me back from what was now clearing up to be a nightmare. “What did he want?” Sasha asked. “Oh.. my God, Sasha.”

okay this has really been bugging me, so i just wanna get it out of my system

this scene feels romantic to me


well, look at her face! i dont know about the rest of y’all but id expect something that was like “whoa! uncle qrow?! how did you-” or other similar expressions of shock

i mean it was like that at first but then she like dismisses the initial shock and it turns to THIS


look at her

its like

shes looking at him like

“i knew you’d always come through for me”

“i knew you wouldnt leave me”

shes looking at him like hes the most wonderful thing in the world (which he kind of is.. right now,.. given their current situation.. he just saved their lives.) like if hes around, then everything will be okay (which it kind of is now.. hes like really strong) but like in a totally GAY way, you know what i mean, its- 

-its so fond

and, and-

the SOUND she makes 

its like this happy little fond, adoring sigh ive only ever heard in shoujo anime when the girl and the guy are alone together and the guy does or says something cheesy and the girl makes that little sigh like ‘oh what am i to do with you’



and qrow replies with his own little smile, and his totally casual ‘hey’ like a guy trying to play it cool around his crush

h looks and sounds so relieved

fuck. this. shit.

Always You- Kili (Part One)

Pairing: Kili/OC

Prompt: sango-hentaitenshi asked:
Can I request a Kili x Reader where Kili thinks she’s into Fili and it takes someone pointing it out to him that it’s KILI the reader is really crazy for? Bonus points if Fili knows this and uses it to wind Kili up and flirts hella hard with Reader. Thank you!

Warnings: None!

A/N: Okay, this turned into sort of a project lol meaning that it got really, really long. I feel bad for leaving you guys hanging, so I decided to break it into parts until I can finish it. Here’s Part One…Look for the next tomorrow!

Part Two

Nori was poking at the small campfire with a stick, trying to keep the flames alive, while Ori sloshed stew into another bowl. I felt some of my anxiety deflate, just a little. It was quiet nights, like this one, I looked forward to. Even though I knew they would be even fewer and farther between as we grew closer to the Lonely Mountain.

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“No, you don’t come any closer! I’m still mad at you,” I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

“I know you are,” he starts, drawing nearer to me despite my disapproval.

I turn and begin walking away from him, hoping my message comes across stronger.
Mid escape, I feel two arms slip between my arms and around my waist, pulling me closer to this captor. I try wriggle my way out of his arms, growling, “This isn’t the part where I just magically forgive you by a touch, like every fucking movie ever, Aiden.” He hugs me tighter and my attempt to break free does not bode victoriously for me.

“Lauren, I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“Oh, okay, you’re sorry. Me too,” I mutter, trying another time to leave his arms. God, if only he wasn’t so fucking built. Curse my amazing taste.

He continues. “I’m sorry for not realizing much sooner-”

“-and for being so dense,” I cut in.

“I’m sorry for reacting the wrong way, for being-”

“-so flippant with words.”

His hot breath tickles the nape of my neck, just before he rests his chin on my shoulder. I don’t bother pushing him away this time.

“And I’m sorry for hurting you, for being so stupid-”

“and-” before I can finish for him, he speaks up again.

“and for being a goddamn, idiotic bastard.”

“You can say that again,” I mutter.

I feel his body move back. “I am a goddamn, idiotic bastard,” he confidently states. “For hurting you the way I had.”

In other circumstances, I’d have probably laughed at him, but as of now, I can only find it scoff worthy.

“Lauren, I know you’re mad at me; I’m mad at me too. I’m not asking you to forgive me, but I want you to know that I know I’ve done wrong. To understand that I’ve been sitting alone in my room thinking about it a million and one times, and how I should have done better. How I should have been more considerate toward you and what you hold dearly. That I don’t have to relate to it to understand it- that I don’t need to understand it to respect it. God, I love you, Lauren Resmick, and I’m sorry for hurting you like that. Just… tell me what you want, Laur.”

For once, out of this whole angry scene, I can feel the arrhythmic breathing on my back - the occasional shudders of his inhales and exhales. I look down at his arms affectionately hugging around me and wish he’d responded like this instead of the lash-out. I wish instead of “I’m sorry,” was an “I understand,” earlier, to avoid this whole thing. I subconsciously grip his arms, different wantings stirring in the pit of my stomach; but, from this, I remind myself I only want one - Aiden.

I slowly turn around, his arms still encircling me. I look up into his grey eyes, the ones I’ve always looked to for comfort, and never once thought I would find myself turning away from, as though they were two clouds of storm. Now, they soothe again. They tell me, “The thunder has settled; dance in the rain.”

My lips quiver as I try to find my voice, his answer. I bring both of my lips in, in attempt to stop their unhelpful shaking. At last, they cease and in a whisper I answer, “You.”

His eyes soften more than what I thought what was the extent of his former gaze. I find myself on my toes, leaning into him, and, soon, him into me. With one last second of space between us, our lips reunite. At first, it is as a lullaby, but it deepens into a much more passionate one. It’s as a bloody war has finally ended, and the soldier comes home to his waiting wife, where they share a love expressing their desperate patience through it all.

I have no break to take a breath as our mouths are locked together, seemingly throwing away the key. And as the kiss goes on for what seems like forever, I notice we haven’t once closed our eyes.

—  E.G. // We have been through peace, chaos, and revitalization, and our eyes have stayed wide open - we’ve stayed looking at each other through it all.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You thought I was okay,
I’d hoped so too.

It closes in,
Trapping me,
It’s everywhere,
Not leaving me be.

I can’t do this,
It hurts too much,
I’ve seen it all,
Nightmares and such.

I’ve painted my skin,
It’s like my canvas,
It’s utterly vile,
It makes me anxious.

I bleed a lot,
More than I should,
I inflict it myself,
No normal person would.

My skin turns purple,
From the tight grips,
The hard shoves,
That are hidden on my hips.

Blood is red,
Bruises are blue,
Nobody noticed,
Not even you.

Tricks - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Words: 594
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Warnings: none, probably kinda cringe tho
Requested: no
Authors Note: so since im binge writing for my series I decided to write a little drabble to at least get somehting out today. (it’s a bit longer than a normal drabble but ya feel). I got the prompt “Can you be romantic for once?” from THIS PROMPT LIST! and its a great list tbh i love it. so, here it is. (im really not feeling like myself tonight and this took me so much longer to write than imagined, so I hope it actually turned out okay)


You walked through the halls of the Avengers facility, shouting the name of your boyfriend. He seemed to be nowhere, and you hadn’t seen him for days. “Tony, have you seen Loki?” You asked.

“I don’t pay attention to him as it is,” Tony shrugged, leaving you standing aimlessly in the hallway.

Before Loki helped Thor and you in The Dark World, you were sure he was going to try to destroy any world he wanted. But after he met you, he was determined to change his ways so he could try to have a better life. He fell for you hard, and if that meant “doing time” on Midgard, he was all for it. He did miss Asgard, but having you with him on the strange Earth made him bare it a bit more.

It took him a while to get you to go out with him, but eventually, you agreed to a date That quickly led to more dates, and something more. He had his cute and romantic moments, but recently, he has barely been sweet at all. He’s been all about tricks and playing jokes, something that made you upset. And with him missing, it only made you angrier.

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