and she will have one hell of a hard time to win a single round

Old love songs for the signs

I was going through a playlist that I made for my boyfriend with all of our favourite classics and decided to try and apply some of the songs to the zodiac signs. 

Be sure to check your Sun, Moon, and Venus.


  • Bon Jovi - You Give Love A Bad Name (”You promised me heaven and put me through hell”, “you’re a loaded gun”, strong and unmatched love)
  • KISS - Heaven’s On Fire (Of the 3 Fire signs, this seems most fitting to an Aries)
  • Def Leppard - Pour Some Sugar On Me (”Love is like a bomb”, “demolition woman”)
  • The Kinks - You Really Got Me Going (Being infatuated with that particular someone, unable to “sleep at night” because of the overwhelming feelings that rush through them)


  • Frank Sinatra - It’s Always You (A stable, loyal and longterm relationship)
  • Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Jordan - I’ll Never Be Free (Trying to move on but being unable to due to such a deep and passionate connection)
  • Elton John & Kiki Dee - Don’t Go Breaking (Being afraid of getting their heart broken thus leaving them closed off and unwilling to open up)
  • Frankie Valli - Can’t Take My Eyes Off You (Impressed and struck by beauty)


  • Joe Cocker - You Can Leave Your Hat On (Playful and fun)
  • Dion - The Wanderer (Promiscuous and adventurous)
  • Poison - Nothin’ But A Good Time (Desire for lightheartedness and fun without being tied down to anything serious and mundane)
  • Kool & The Gang - Get Down On It (Cheeky, childlike, playful, having fun and enjoying life for what it is, not taking life seriously, being extroverted and lively)


  • Free - All Right Now (Comforting and reassuring)
  • The Ronettes - Be My Baby (Desperately wanting love and tirelessly chasing after it)
  • Bob Marley & The Wailers - Is This Love (Wanting to love and care for somebody)
  • The Temptations - The Way You Do The Things You Do (Reminds me of a happily married couple dancing together in their living room; a domesticated type of love, true love, soulmates)


  • Billy Joel - Uptown Girl (About a high-class and spoilt woman)
  • The Beatles - Here Comes The Sun (An obvious one seeing as Leo is ruled by the Sun, happy, upbeat, joyful)
  • The Temptations - My Girl (Demonstrative and proud of their partner)
  • James Brown & The Famous Flames - I Got You (I Feel Good) (Playful, childlike, feeling good, optimistic and happy)


  • Phil Collins - In The Air Tonight (”If you told me that you were drowning, I would not lend a hand”, cold and detached once heartbroken, unforgiving)
  • Berlin - Take My Breath Away (Wanting nothing less than to have their breath taken away, high standards and expectations for love)
  • INXS - Need You Tonight (About an irresistible and alluring girl)
  • Nina Simona - Feeling Good (Moving on and finding solace in heartbreak, being content with being single and independent, “feeling good” regardless of the setbacks they endure)


  • Roy Orbison - Oh, Pretty Woman (Emphasis on appearance and beauty as Libra is ruled by Venus)
  • KISS - I Was Made For Loving You (Obsession with love, sex, and relationships)
  • The Turtles - Happy Together (Overly romantic and seeing love through rose-tinted glasses, on the verge of naive)
  • The Dixie Cups - Chapel Of Love (Libra rules over the 7th house which rules marriage and love; this song is all about being married in a chapel… seems rather appropriate)


  • Daryl Hall & John Oates - Maneater (About a beautiful, seductive, captivating, intimidating, and provocative woman, “the woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a Jaguar”, “she’s deadly man, she could really rip your world apart”, “the beauty is there but a beast is in the heart”, “watch out boy she’ll chew you up”)
  • The Police - Every Breath You Take (An obsessive and all-consuming type of love)
  • Elvis Presley - (You’re The) Devil In Disguise (“I thought that I was in heaven but I was sure surprised, heaven help me, I didn’t see the devil in your eyes”, “You look like an angel, Walk like an angel, Talk like an angel”)
  • Marvin Gaye - Let’s Get It On (Being forward and completely open about sex, wanting to fuck and being unable to resist each other)


  • Cream - Sunshine Of Your Love (Being hesitant about being tied down)
  • Electric Light Orchestra - Evil Woman (“Rolled in from another town, hit some gold, too hot to settle down”)
  • KC & The Sunshine Band - Get Down Tonight (Having fun, living in the moment, letting go and doing whatever their heart desires)
  • Steppenwolf - Magic Carpet Ride (Philosophical, adventurous, traveler) 


  • Queen - Crazy Little Thing (Being unable to “handle” love, ”getting around” to love, “driven crazy” by love, being hot and cold in love due to apprehension and fear of letting go and being vulnerable; “she gives me hot and cold fever, she leaves me in a cool, cool sweat”, trying to be cool, calm and collected; “I gotta be cool, relax, get hip“)
  • The Rolling Stones - Start Me Up (Making “grown men cry” seems very Capricorn-esque to me as they’re typically associated with attracting older men)
  • Duran Duran - Hungry Like The Wolf (Becoming relentless in their pursuit of what they desire and letting their animalistic nature show through; “I howl and I whine, I’m after you”)
  • Matt Monro - On Days Like These (Unrequited love, nostalgic and romantic, a mature and sophisticated type of love)


  • The Rolling Stones - (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction (Being hard to impress, having high standards, feeling disappointed when they’re unable to find what they deem perfection)
  • Frank Sinatra - I’ve Got You Under My Skin (Trying to “resist” love but giving in; “I tried so not to give in”, becoming frustrated for opening themselves up to love and being vulnerable; “don’t you know, little fool, you never can win. Use your mentality, wake up to reality”)
  • Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Relax (Again, trying to resist opening up/ loving somebody/being vulnerable)
  • David Bowie - Rebel Rebel (Known to rebel for the sake of being unique and different)


  • The Marshall Tucker Band - Can’t You See (Being completely and utterly in love, feeling as though they’re in a dream/fantasy once in a relationship, letting love consume them)
  • The Police - Every Little Thing She Does (Romanticizing anyone and anything, being completely struck by love)
  • The Isley Brothers - This Old Heart Of Mine (Is Weak For You) (Having an old soul, being traditionally loving and romantic, a starry-eyed romantic)
  • Barbara Lewis - Love Makes The World Go ‘Round (Naive about love, optimistic and idealistic about romance and relationships)
Homestuck Smash Bros Headcanons

•Karkat would play dark sonic every single time because he’s black, spiky, and looks cool. He has no other reason. Karkat is not even good at this game, he loses first nearly every single time and it is entirely because he goes into the speedy ball and rolls off the stage immediately. He complains loudly every time this happens but refuses to play any other character.
•Dave aggressively mains as Zero Suit Samus, at first to be ironic because haha it’s a chick that looks like a Barbie, but he very quickly realizes that she’s a badass character and her whip is sick as fuck. He also targets Karkat almost exclusively just to hear him complain, Dave would be pretty good if he actually took it seriously though.
•Rose and Kanaya both play as Zelda, but Rose only plays as her usual form and Kanaya only plays as Sheik. Rose likes Zelda for her magical abilities, whereas Kanaya admires her for her impeccable fashion sense. It goes without saying that Rose makes her purple and Kanaya switches her to green.
•Jade plays as Olimar for no other reason than “he’s so cute!! And look at his little radish friends!!” But she completely demolishes in like, every single round. Everyone is tired of it. Olimar has no attacks how is she winning.
•John plays as (blue) Kirby because he loves dropping down on ppl as a brick or smashing them with that big ass hammer, mostly he goofs around with Dave to make a bunch of wackass stages that make it impossible to win in any conclusive way, including The Box™, a stage completely boxed in making it impossible to fly off once you get enough damage. They play for hours in one round, their damage is 999%, every hit sends them ricocheting from wall to wall endlessly.
•Additionally, when Jane plays she will fight John for the right to play blue Kirby because 1) he’s blue fuck you john and 2) his smash ball power is literally throwing all the other characters into a cooking pot if you think Jane will not bring it hard as hell you can eat my ass.
•Roxy plays as jigglypuff and makes it to the end of battles because she sustains literally zero damage. She spends all the time avoiding the fight by floating around in the air and singing her enemies to sleep if they get too close. Once it gets down to her and one other person tho she starts hitting buttons randomly and yelling and sitting on them while they’re playing just to do anything to keep them from winning.
•Callie doesn’t play very much, but when she does it as Toon Link because he’s small and green just like her!! And he looks like one of her drawings how cute!! Mostly though she’s perfectly content to just watch Roxy play and egg her on once she starts screeching.
•Dirk switches between Marth, bc of the swordplay, and Lucario, bc he’s a huge fucking furry. Both characters are actually really good and any game that has him, Dave, and Jade in it lasts literally forever because they’re all so good. Dirk gets v quiet while playing because he’s in The Zone.
•Jake is OK, but he’s far from on par w/ the others just because he’s not used to video games that have controllers as opposed to VR and obviously he would prefer good ol’ fashioned fisticuffs!! But when he does play it’s with Pit because of the annoying ass “hyahh!!” the character makes every time he attacks, “it shows he’s got real gumption!”
•Terezi plays as bright red yoshi and just keeps eating ppl. Just, swallowing them and putting them in eggs. She doesn’t do any fighting she just eats ppl and turns them into eggs, cackling the entire time and high-fiving Dave every time she lays another egg.
•SOLLUX IS NOT ALLOWED TO PLAY. every time they’re talking about smash and sollux walks in it goes DEAD SILENT. “Hey whatcha guys talking about” and whatever the first excuse is everyone is forced to go with it, Dave of course takes full advantage of this, “oh actually-” and if he finished the sentence before Karkat fucking tackles him then everyone is gonna have a bad time. But it’s because they all know Sollux will completely grasp the game within five seconds of just watching one round, crush everyone immediately and people actually enjoy when the rounds actually last longer than half a minute.

Fuck You/Hate me

A/N: So, I decided to take a crack at writing a Harry Hook oneshot with an OC. One where things aren’t so gentle. The idea sorta came to me and I felt like I had to write it down because now, it’s just too good to me. (Also, I decided to post it to tumblr because I know some people don’t like having to go to other apps)

Writer: @Anonwriter-lady

Word Count: 14,720 

Warnings/Rating: Mature Content - F/M violence, profanity/swearing, vividly graphic smut. It’s also long as hell. Please read at your own risk.

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Escape: the Bree years

She opened up the cloth bound journal.  The journal that she had picked up from the stationary store on her walk the day after her lunch with Jenny. 

A gratitude journal.

Jenny had suggested she write just five things a day for which she was thankful.  The only stipulation was that she had to write one thing about Jamie. In the beginning it had been difficult, but after a while, she was able to see all the things he did do for her around the house, all the attentions he paid her. They were small, but nonetheless, they were there.  

One entry mentioned the dinner he had brought home unexpectedly.  Another noted the three loads of laundry he did one Sunday while she napped with the baby.  Today she would write down how Jamie had held her after dinner.  There was no particular reason.  He had come up behind her, turned her in his arms, and held her, swaying slightly.  

It was helping.  Claire felt less like a maid, and more like a partner.  She felt less jealous, and more supported.  

Claire was falling in love with her husband all over again.

Now she needed to work on the next part of her plan.

Jamie trudged through the door on a Friday afternoon, exhausted.  All he wanted was dinner, some time with his family, a cold beer and a rugby match on the telly. He dropped his backpack by the front door, then thought better of it.  He knew clutter seemed to bother Claire now, so he picked it up and took it down the hall to his office.  

Heading back into the kitchen he skidded to a stop.

“Jesus. God, Claire.”

Her jeans were skin tight.  Her black top, form fitting.  Jamie was an ass man, but her figure these days was downright sinful.  Because she was nursing her breasts were nothing short of spectacular.  For the first time in a long time her hair was down, the soft curls bouncing around her face, shiny and thick.  

She took his breath away.

“Hi!  How was your day?”  She came toward him, smile bright, while Bree kicked her little legs in anticipation of seeing her Da.  

He was helpless at the sight of her moving towards him, hips subtly swaying. “Wow, Sassenach. You look gorgeous.”

Claire’s steps faltered just a little with surprise, and she felt her face get red. She giggled, eyes downcast, lifting Bree up to him.  Except he didn’t take her. He was still mesmerized by his wife, and instead of taking the baby he ran his fingers up her throat, and gently forced her chin up with his thumbs toward his waiting mouth. He inhaled deeply as he kissed her.  

“We have a babysitter coming,” Claire whispered against his lips.  

“What? When? Who is it?”  Jamie snapped to attention and finally took hold of his daughter.  

“Any minute.”  Claire spun around towards the kitchen.  His groin reacted at the sight of how those jeans hugged her arse.  “And it’s your sister.”

“Jenny?  Really?  Why?”  Jamie was genuinely confused.  

“We’re going on a date, Fraser.”  And with that, the buzzer sounded.  

“I want to talk to you about something.” They’d had a nice meal with relaxed conversation.  It was time.  Claire’s hands were clasped tight in her lap. 

Jamie could not believe the change in Claire.  Slowly, over a matter of weeks his wife had seemed to come back to him.  She seemed less tense, more willing to accept help, and more affectionate.  Dinner was at her favourite little Italian restaurant close to their house.  They had walked there on this crisp, clear night with the moon a giant ball of shimmering light.  They walked close together, just as they had in the early days of dating and marriage with her hand slipped into his back pocket, and his long arm draped around her shoulders.  The idea of a night out alone with his wife was enough to give him a second wind and banish the thought that Bree was too young for a babysitter.  

“Something wrong, mo neighean donn?”

“No. Nothing’s wrong.  It’s just….I want to go back to work.”  Claire rushed through the next part of her prepared speech.  “I know it’s sooner than I need to, and I know it’s sooner than you hoped, but when Bree is six months old, I want to go back at least two days a week.  I want to talk to Dr. Gowan and see if that’s a possibility.  I think it would be good for me.”

Jamie took a sip of his wine.  He didn’t want to think about this yet.  “Ye seem in better spirits lately, Claire.  Is this why?  Because yer thinking of going to work?”

Before, Claire would have been angry at his response.  Now, she tried to take his comment in the spirit for which she hoped it was intended.   Claire knew she didn’t have a hidden agenda, and that Jamie was dreading this moment.  “No. I’ve been really trying.  The walks help.”

“Walks?” Jamie leaned forward, elbows on the table, so he could look her fully in the face. “When do ye walk?”

Claire laughed.  “I walk every morning, Jamie.  With Bree.”  She didn’t understand his surprise.  If Alec knew, Jamie must know.

“Where do ye walk?” Jamie was pleasantly surprised by this information. Clearly that’s how she had gotten her figure back so soon.

“We have our favourites.  The Museum.  The Castle.  The Library.”

“What?”  Jamie reared back against his chair.  “Christ, Claire, some of those are 15 kilometers round trip!  With Bree?”

“No, Jamie, I leave Bree at home to do the washing up.”  She rolled her eyes.  “Of course with Bree! Sometimes I get on the tram for a bit, then walk.  Depends on my mood, and the weather.”

Jamie was stunned.  How did he not know this?  “What about her feedings? And her naps?”  

“Some days I take the pram.  Some days I wear the baby carrier.  And she naps just fine.  As for feeding her, it’s still very portable.”  Claire gestured to her breasts.  Jamie glanced down and subconsciously licked his lips. 

“I stop in some familiar spots.  One of them is a great little bistro on the other side of Dean’s Village near the Gallery.  The people know us there.”  Claire sat back in her chair, mildly annoyed but trying to keep her anxiety at bay.  

“Come on, Jamie.  Are you telling me you didn’t send Alec out to keep watch? Because he knows about my walks.”

“He DOES?” Jamie sat bolt upright while his voice rose in shock and indignation. Claire leaned forward and laid a hand on his arm, shushing him.

“Are you seriously angry, Jamie?  Because you can see Bree is growing well, and she’s fine.  And I can’t tell you how much it’s helped me.”

Jamie took a deep breath.  This was not the point of this conversation.  She had asked him about work, so he tried his best to refocus.  I’ll be havin’ a long conversation with Alec in the mornin’ however. 

“No.  Not angry, Sassenach.  Just embarrassed at how much I’ve no’ paid attention to what ye do all day.  I’m sorry for that,” he offered.

Claire smiled.  And there it was.  The entry for her gratitude journal tonight. 

“Talk to Dr. Gowan, Claire.  See what he says first.  Then, when we ken what yer schedule might be we’ll talk about the next step.”  He reached over, and pushed a tendril of hair behind her ear.  “I dinna mean to ruin anything.  I’m havin’ the grandest time tonight, mo ghraidh.”

“Good, because we’re off to Deacon Brodie’s.”

Jamie laughed and picked up his glass to drain it.  “Snooker?”  He leaned in close, his lips almost touching hers. Claire closed her eyes in anticipation of his kiss.  Instead she heard him whisper, “I’ll mop the floor with ye.”

Jamie turned away for about the dozenth time that night and tried to readjust his jeans to get comfortable.  Claire wasn’t the best at pool but the woman wasn’t bad either.  She kept telling him it was really just Geometry, and that she was good at math.  Of course, when he was young and single he had spent a lot of time in snooker halls.  He loved the game.  But how the hell was he to concentrate when she would bend over the table and that perfectly round arse would rest there in front of him?  

Ifrinn, the fantasies she aroused.  He’d have her right there if he could.  And the vixen knew it.  

The third time she leaned over and sunk a ball, she’d looked back over her shoulder leaving her arse right where it was.  Oh, she knew.  

So he’d moved to stand in front of her when she took her shots.  That idea was even worse because then he was privy to the way the tips of her breasts would brush the green felt when she leaned down to sight the ball.  

His body reacted like a 23 year old virgin.  

He drained his Tennent’s lager and motioned for another.  Two could play at that game.  

When she bent down again, he walked up and pressed himself against her bottom. She gasped at his hardness, the length of him revealing his arousal. Claire flinched so much that her cue hit the felt and popped the white ball up and over the edge of the table.  She stood quickly.  “Jamie,” she whispered furiously, “What in hell are you doing?”

Jamie spoke softly next to her ear, all the while pressing her against the length of himself, his arm around her waist.  “Lettin’ ye know that if you win this game it’s only because I’m thinking of later, when yer naked ow’er top of me with my tongue on yer breasts and my cock - OOF!”

Claire elbowed him in the stomach.

Jamie staggered back a step, taking deep breaths.  The look he fixed on her when he regained his breath showed no interest in any more games, sexy or otherwise.  

“That was yer shot, Lass.  Now, step away.”  

Claire watched as Jamie proceeded to run the table, sinking coloured ball, then red ball, then another coloured ball.  He moved quickly and decisively, like a big cat sighting it’s prey.  Once in a while he’d spare her a glance full of simmering heat and banked desire while he took a sip of his lager, or surveyed the table. Then, he’d set down the glass, and the run was on again.   

When he sank the last ball he put his cue in the rack, drained his glass and turned a lustful gaze on Claire.  “I’ve had enough, mo neighean donn. Get yer things.  We’re leavin’.”

Jenny was bouncing a fussy Bree when he opened the door.  “I told ye Mummy would be here soon,” she said, and kissed Bree’s chubby cheek.  The baby squealed and wriggled in her aunt’s arms at the sight of her parents.  

Jamie watched as Claire hugged Jenny and thanked her for giving them this evening together.  She took Bree and disappeared up the stairs.  Jamie helped Jenny on with her coat, then walked her down the stairs to her car, both sharing details of their evenings.

“Jenny,” Jamie said, holding the car door open for her.  “I canna thank ye enough. Tonight was the most fun we’ve had in months.  Thank ye for watching Bree. Truly.”

“Och, Brother, ye’ve watched my bairns enough time.  I’m excited to be able to return the favour.”  Jenny raised an eyebrow, “Now get inside, lad.  That child was hungry and tired.  She won’t be long to bed.”  

She paused a moment and said, “And by the looks of you and Claire, ye won’t be either.”

“Wheesht, Jenny.  Dinna embarrass me,” but his grin implied anything but embarrassment as he closed the door.

Claire met him in the corridor as he hit the top of the stairs.  Without stopping he took three strides and grabbed the waistband of her jeans.  Her hands had already been there though, popping the button and sliding down the zipper. In one smooth move he peeled off the denim, then lifted her up, one hand around her waist, the other under her thigh.  She wound her legs around his hips and tangled her hands in his hair.  

Their kisses were hot, open mouthed, and desperate.  

He moved toward the wall, oblivious to the fact they were steps from Bree’s room.  As he walked Claire stripped off her top and tossed it.  Jamie groaned at the sight before him.  A Dhia, her breasts were plump and soft, straining to be free of the bra. He lifted her higher, and bent his head, kissing the tops, tongue tracing the edge of the fabric, then dipping under to reach a nipple.

“Talk to me,” Claire breathed.  She grabbed his head tighter forcing him to look at her.  “Tell me you love me,” she whispered against his lips.

“More than my own life, Claire.” His tongue licked her upper lip before he kissed her.

“More than anyone?”  She pulled at his curls, harder now.

He paused and looked deep into her topaz eyes.  He saw lust, to be sure, and love.  He knew Claire, knew her well, and he saw insecurities as well.  What demon was she facing now?  

She bit her lip, waiting, panting, hoping he would say the right thing.  

“Are ye suggesting I’ve played ye false? Because no, mo graidh, never.”

He caught the barest flicker of her eyes towards Bree’s room.

Holy Mother of God and all the Saints before Her.  I’m throbbing for her, and she thinks…I love her less than Brianna?

Jamie pressed her back against the wall as one hand came up to cup the side of her face.  

“Nèamhan, Sassenach.  All I have comes from you.  Our marriage.  Our family. Yer my one and only.  Mo graidh.  Yer face is my heart, Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul.”  

Claire whimpered, and kissed him again, fiercely, almost violently.  

Jamie grabbed her hair and forced her head back.  “I love Bree with all my heart. But I love Bree because she has so much of you.  She has yer smile. She has that way of taking her wee fingers and stroking my neck like ye do. Like yer doin’ now.”

Claire’s fingers stilled and she breathed a small laugh in reply.

She kissed him again, his jaw, behind his ear.  She ground herself against him. “Help me.”

“Help ye what?”  God how he wanted her.  Jamie reached down and undid his belt and jeans.  He shifted Claire so that he was poised, ready to enter her.  

She moved restlessly, trying to hurry him, to get closer to him, as close as possible.  

“Help ye what, Claire?  Tell me.”  Claire groaned and twisted her head from side to side.  Jamie had never seen her like this.  

“I hate feeling jealous,” she said, between gritted teeth.  “I hate myself for it.  I want to be free of it.”    

There she’d said it.  Out loud.  For a moment she watched his eyes go wide, and then narrow like the cat’s eyes they were.  

Then he was in her.  With one solid thrust, he filled her.  Claire arched her back, and let her legs slide down to encircle his thighs.  

“Now ye listen to me, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp,” he said, driving into her slowly and steadily, his mouth next to her ear, “Jealous, is it?  Did ye no’ see those men in the pub?  Eyein’ my wife.  My sexy…” he pushed into her, “beautiful…” then out, then in again, “strong wife.” Every word was punctuated by his body.  

His breathing was heavy, his words measured.  “Ye’ve no idea the nights I sit up watching over ye.  Yer in my dreams, asleep and waking.”  He kissed her then, his tongue finding hers in a lover’s dance.  

“I will never love anyone the way I love you.  I think of no one else when I’m with ye.”

Claire could feel the pleasure building.  His voice was raspy, and rough, cleansing her, washing away the darkness in her mind.  The sweat between them made their bodies slick.  God, he felt so good.  She risked a look and saw that his eyes were as dark as the ocean during a storm, heavy-lidded and sultry. 

His words washed over her like holy water, forgiving her sin.  

“I just want to be the Claire you fell in love with.”

Jamie ground his body into her again.  “Nay, lass.  That Claire is gone.  But this Claire.  A Dhia, this Claire is more seasoned, more fiery, more…” Speech was getting hard for him.  His body was screaming for release.  

“More of everything….GOD. CLAIRE!”

He felt her legs shake, felt her shudder around him, felt her nails bite his flesh. Felt the groan that tore from her chest.

Felt himself get lost in her.  

Later, in the wee hours before dawn he woke to her touch, as she climbed back in bed.  A light stroking on his back, tracing his scars.  Her mouth soft on his shoulder.  

“Tell me again,” she whispered.

Jamie smiled sleepily and rolled over on top of his wife, coaxing her to open her legs.  

He settled himself between her thighs.  

Leannan, I was just dreamin’ about ye….”

photo credits:  Claire @trixenfic  Pub: @thescarlettpeacock

anonymous asked:

Would you be up for writing something really cute and sweet? :3 How about the boy band reacting to receiving an awkward love letter from a really shy and socially inept reader?

I have always loved the love letter thing, yet never got one. Maybe due to the fact no one can win this heart, unless you have food, lol. Write me a love letter on a cake!


I don’t know how to explain my feelings for you in person, so I figured that a letter would be much better. Now I’m not the type that’s good a writing poems or sonnets or anything like that. I just think you’re a really nice guy and I would love LIKE to get you know you much better.

Yet because I’m too afraid to tell you what I’m feeling, and I don’t know how to start, but I’m just a coward who’s so afraid that you might break my heart. I wish this were easier to do, and maybe one day I can tell you face to face, but for now I hope this letter will do.

I adore you.



Being the Prince of the Lucian people, Noctis was use to getting his fair share of love letters and gifts from many of men and women alike. Yet nearly all of them were more ego stroking to both himself and those who were attempting to woo him, the Prince never acted on it.

Until now, this letter was something different, the style of writing, the stroke of the pen, and the fact that it was delivered to his apartment. Whomever this was, knew of the Prince’s home address or of someone who knew of his home address, Ignis, Gladiolus or Prompto. Yet he knew none of them would give it away, yet still this wasn’t any of their handwriting, and the fanit scent of perfume was on the paper.

None of them would go this far!

So Noctis pocketed the letter forget all about it, as he scratched at his neck. Looking to the clock as he realized that he had another few hours before the others arrived for a video game night.

A knock came at the door, as the Prince rolled from the bed, hearing the door open meaning that Ignis must have been with them. He was tempted to have them drag him out of bed, or even set up game night in his room, when he heard someone walking down the hall.

“Yeah, I bet he’s still in bed.” Prompto laughed.

“Is it okay, that we’re just walking around his house?”

Noctis perked up at that, he had forgotten that he had invited you over. An intern at the palace who had grown rather close to Prompto and Gladiolus so in connection himself as well.

“It’s fine!” Prompto called slamming open the door, “Wake up Noct! Y/N got that new horror game! OMG what’s wrong with your face?”

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If you disliked this chapter, you were very much in the minority. Only 1% of respondents rated it poorly. Satisfaction with recent Marley chapters have been generally positive, but this is the highest rating since we started the poll.

This chapter was so fire I had to call 911 after I read it

Goddamned life ruining basements.

Sadly, SNK is eventually going to end, and having taken the time to properly explain its unique universe and its characters will that day leave to this world the completed masterpiece it has the potential to be

I gasped during the “I’m Dr. Yeagar’” scene, but I almost threw my phone from excitement from the “Hey, it’s been 4 years huh Reiner.” I was one of the people that thought I wouldn’t care for the young Warriors, but damn, this chapter won me over. Especially Falco. The awesome character building scenes, the mystery behind Tybur & Magath, the attitude’s of the vet Warriors, and Eren’s new shred of awesomeness made this one of my favorite chapters.

Magath is still making me wet with his humanity, Willy needs a hug and some Hellos D, I can’t believe the East Sea Clan is actually a thing (eeeek) and if Falco gets hurt I will die. Also where’s Annie.

I think the entire chapter could be my favorite moment.

Willy and Magath vs Levi for clean house?


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sanfranciscas  asked:

Could I request a destiel au where maybe dean has been smoking since he was in high school, and he's never really had a reason to quit. He's perfectly content to stay in his ways until he meets and falls for Sam's friend Castiel, who is severely asthmatic. He can't be around when Dean smokes, because it's a trigger for his attacks, so dean tries to quit for him? (Sorry this is so long! 😂 I love the seven minutes in Heaven ficlet, but the way!)

This got a little longer than I intended (mostly because I spent way too much time on the backstory) so I hope you enjoy it! Also, I’m so glad you liked the seven minutes in heaven fic! (also on ao3!)

Dean had never intended to become a smoker.

It was just something that sort of happened. Like the fact that he lost his virginity in the backseat of his car when he was sixteen or happened to enjoy wearing women’s panties or fell in love with his brother’s best friend.

He had smoked his first cigarette when he was thirteen.

His mom had been out for the night, having dinner with a few of her friends that she hadn’t seen in awhile. Sam was out of the house, having a sleepover with a few of his own friends.

His dad had ended up falling asleep on the couch after watching a rather intense wrestling match. Gunner Lawless had won, of course.

Dean had been bored out of his mind, desperately trying to come up with some way to entertain himself. Like any thirteen year old red-blooded American boy, he was a little reckless, rebellious for the sake of being rebellious.

Watching TV had been out of the question since they only had one, which was stationed in the living room, and turning it on would mean waking his dad. And his dad could be a grumpy son of a bitch when woken from up, like a crotchety old bear whose hibernation had been interrupted.

Video games were out of the question, too. Mostly because they required the use of the TV and partially because Sam had taken their best games with him.

He ate some leftovers from the night before, using the carved up turkey to make a few sandwiches. But as much as he loved food, it was a poor substitute for worthwhile entertainment.

He was desperately searching for a way to pass the time, to cure his mind-numbing boredom, and satisfy his insatiable curiosity. So, with his dad still snoring on the couch, Dean swiped his pack of Marlboros and a lighter and snuck outside to smoke his first cigarette.

His dad had been a smoker since he was a teenager himself, a trait he had picked up from his own dad. Dean had always secretly suspected it had something to do with maintaining a manly image.

Dean’s mom had been insisting that John quit smoking for years, citing the numerous health risks involved with the dirty little habit. But his dad had always just brushed it off, always claimed it would be his New Year’s resolution, always put it off for another year.

John had finally relented when Mary decided to take a more passive aggressive route.

Whenever John would come home from a long day of work at the garage, covered in grease and grime and sweat, and leaned in to kiss her hello, Mary would twist away. Waving a hand, she would dismiss, “Oh, John, you know I hate kissing you after you’ve smoked.”

That pattern had gone on for weeks. And as much as Dean hated to admit that his mom holding out on his dad in the bedroom — hell, he didn’t even like to think about it — was what finally convinced his dad to quit smoking.

John had gradually reduced his cigarette consumption little by little. He slowly but surely went from a pack every few days to a pack a week to a pack a month.

But at thirteen, Dean hadn’t been thinking about the fact that his dad was a taking a step to improve his health. All he had been thinking about was trying out a cigarette himself.

With John slumbering on the couch and no one else home to catch him, Dean had tiptoed into his parents’ bedroom where he rummaged around for his dad’s pack of cigarettes. He had eventually found it in the pocket of his dad’s favorite leather jacket along with an old silver Zippo.

Prize in hand, Dean had quietly crept outside to the backyard to enjoy the spoils of his little covert mission. He had hidden in the shadow of a tall pine tree, not wanting any of their neighbors to spot him.

He had shivered a bit, the ground cold beneath his socked feet. Winter would be there soon, hopefully bringing snow days so he could get out of his most boring classes.

He had placed the butt of a cigarette between his lips the same way he had seen his dad do a million times. Flicking the igniter on the Zippo, summoning a small dancing flame, he raised the lighter to the end of the cigarette.

He had only managed to take a few short puffs of the cigarette before he was bent over coughing, hacking up a lung. His eyes had watered from the intensity of his coughing fit, his stomach aching from it.

He hadn’t understood how anyone could get addicted to smoking. It was horrible. And it tasted beyond disgusting.

It definitely wasn’t as cool as everyone in the movies made it look.

Dean had snubbed out the cigarette after recovering from his fit, tossing it over the fence into their neighbor’s trash can to destroy the evidence of his little crime. He hadn’t wanted to get the same lecture about how dangerous and disgusting smoking was that his mother had often given his father.

Slipping back inside, he had returned the pack of cigarettes and the Zippo to his dad’s jacket pocket. Then he brushed his teeth three times and chugged two glasses of water just to get the taste of nicotine out of his mouth. It really wasn’t that cool.

The only people he had ever told included his three best friends and, after swearing him to secrecy, Sam. It remained his dirty little secret for years until more important ones took its place.

He had smoked his second cigarette when he was seventeen, only a few months before he turned eighteen.

He had been at a party celebrating the most recent win of their high school football team, of which he was the star player, voted MVP after nearly every single game they played. One of the other players on the team, a rich kid whose parents were out of town often enough for him to do so, had invited half of the school to his palatial home.

Dean had been hanging out with Benny and Jo, Charlie having already found a pretty girl to disappear upstairs with. They had been sipping on illegally obtained beer in red solo cups, shooting the breeze about school and work and other crap that wouldn’t matter once they graduated.

From across the room, a cute cheerleader had caught his eye. In her bright hot pink tank top and the tiny scrap of faded denim that she called shorts, she was rather hard to miss.

She had winked at him, biting her plump bottom lip between her teeth and beckoning him over with a crooked finger, nodding her head towards the sliding glass door that led to the backyard. He would have had to be an idiot to refuse such a blatant invitation.

With a salute to his friends that was greeted by a round of eye rolling, Dean had crossed the crowded room to her. The pretty brunette had led him outside to a patio where a few other guys from the football team were hanging out, each of them with at least two girls hanging off their arms, all of whom vying to be the next homecoming queen.

All of them were smoking, the lit ends of their cigarettes bright in the shoddy patio lighting.

He had been smart enough to know that smoking wouldn’t make him cool, that he shouldn’t smoke just to fit in with a people whose names he barely knew. But he had also been young and dumb enough to only be thinking with the head between his legs.

So when the brunette, whose name he later learned was Amy, pulled a white and green box out of her back pocket and offered him a cigarette, he had accepted without a moment of hesitation.

That time, he managed not to double over coughing, muffling the few coughs that did escape his lips by laughing a little too hard at the stupid jokes one of the other guys made. It had been a menthol cigarette, the taste of mint soothing the nausea he felt thanks to the plethora of chemicals he was inhaling.

Amy had seemed impressed. Enough so that she blew him in the bathroom later.

He had started smoking regularly after that, at least socially. He would accept a cigarette whenever someone at a party or a bar offered him one, telling himself that it would be rude to refuse.

Women seemed to like it, along with a few guys. They told him it made him seem more mysterious, more mature.

Personally, he had to agree. He thought it gave him a bit of a James Dean quality. Especially when he wore his leather jacket.

He started carrying gum and breath mints around wherever he went, for both his own benefit and others. He didn’t imagine it was all that enjoyable to kiss someone who tasted like an ashtray.

Unfortunately, he had to hide his smoking from his family. At least until he was old enough to buy us own cigarettes and by then, he was a bona fide smoker.

He smoked between classes while in college, attending the University of Kansas for automotive technologies. He always made sure he could sneak out for a smoke break every few hours at work.

When he moved into his own apartment, he was able to smoke freely, not having to worry about the smoke bothering anyone.

The only place he drew the line was his car. His baby deserved better than the stench of nicotine and tobacco that lingered when he smoked, that soaked into every fiber of his clothing.

His mother had been beside herself when she found out. Not a second later, she had launched into a lecture that Dean already knew by heart, detailing the horrible effects of smoking. Meanwhile, his dad had just looked impossibly guilty, more disappointed in himself than in Dean.

Yet while they both clearly disapproved of his smoking, along with Sam, they accepted that they couldn’t make him stop smoking. He doubted that anything could.

He didn’t think he would ever find a good reason to quit. Until he met Castiel Novak.

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"Not on my bed!"

For @inhibitme Prompt Starters #3.

They’re at Jason’s house one Friday night for a little team bonding. Only “bonding” has turned into Zack and Kim arguing over who’s cooking is better, Jason trying to talk on the phone, do the dishes, and complete his math homework all at once, and Trini having a glaring contest with Pearl’s devil cat Princess. (The cats totally winning.)

At least Billy seems to be having a good time, patiently waiting for someone to play Mario Kart with him (or rather patiently waiting to destroy someone at Mario Kart). Trini would play with the boy bit she’s already had her ass handed to her four times in the last half hour alone. A fifth is just overkill at this point.

“Just admit I’m the better cook, Kim!”

“Hell no!”

“WILL YOU TWO SHUT IT?! I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF AN IMPORTANT CONVERSATION HERE! … No, Mom, I’m perfectly fine with washing my own underwear… Mom, please!”

Trini turned to watch her girlfriend stride into the living room, looking deeply annoyed, and plop down heavily into the couch cusion beside Trini, reaching for Trini’s hand and kissing the back of it. They shared a smile.

Zack entered the room, shaking his head. “I’m not saying you’re a bad cook Kimmy-”

“Oh for the love of Zordon!” Kim suddenly stood, yanking Trini to her feet before ushering them both out of the room and up the stairs, Zack snickering in the background and Billy asking if he wanted to play a few rounds.

Kim pulled Trini along the upstairs hallway until they came to a door, clearly Jason’s room, and Kim had barely opened it before she was shoving Trini inside.

“Geez, Kim. We might be virtually indestructible but I’d prefer not paying Jason’s dad to replace his son’s door, thank you.”

Kim closed the door with unnecessary force before turning to Trini, a devious glint in her dark brown eyes. Trini gulped.

“Well if the doors not an option, how about… the bed?”


But Kim, being the fastest Ranger of the five, suddenly had Trini pinned to Jason’s unmade bed in the span of a single breath. She hovered over the smaller girl, chuckling lowly, sending hot puffs of air over Trini’s ear and making the poor girl flush hotly.

“Kim- wait, we can’t… the boys-”

“Are busy and I’ve barely kissed you all day.” To emphasize her point Kim started trailing small, teasing kisses away from Trini’s ear, across her jaw line, and down her neck. Not enough to satisfy, but certainly enough to make Trini’s head spin. Kim pulled away with a knowing smirk, watching Trini as her girlfriend struggled to catch her breath and blink properly. “So?”

“Te odio-” Trini fisted Kim’s Henley shirt and yanked her down into a heedy kiss, groaning as Kim’s hands snaked underneath her sweatshirt and scratched along her sides. A particularly hard scratch had Trini gasping and arching firmly into Kim’s front. Kim licked softly into Trini’s mouth, a dizzying juxtaposition to her harsh handling. Trini whined feebly as her leg wrapped over Kim’s hip, bringing her girlfriend closer. Kim’s hand abandoned its scratching in favor of tightly gripping the back of Trini’s thigh, pulling the smaller girl into her harshly. The two groaning, hips grinding…


The girls startled apart, heads snapping to the now open bedroom door. Jason stood in the doorframe, one arm raised to effectively shield Billy’s eyes from the sight in the bedroom, and they could hear Zack cackling from down the hall.

“I usually could care less where you girls do your… whatever! The quarry, fine. The ship, sure. Kim’s car, just don’t break the seats again. BUT THIS?! Absolutely not! Not on my bed!”

Trini could feel herself burn from the top of her head down to her toes. Kim merely huffed like the boys interrupting them was a nuisance rathed than a totally mortifying experience. Jason watched, red faced and exasperated, before Kim finally relented, extracting herself from Trini with an “alright, alright, don’t get your tighty whities in a twist”, and they all proceeded downstairs to sit in awkward silence for a minute before Billy cracked a joke and everyone was laughing like nothing had even happened.

Later the next day when they were all in the pit training, Jason’s words came back to bite him in the ass when Zordon’s voice boomed through the cavern that the girls would have plenty of time to consummate their bond when training was over. Kim’s voice could be heard in the distance saying, “Jason said he was fine with it!”

Oh, Pussycat (Pt. 3)


Part 1

Part 2

Summary: Bourbon always complicates things.

Pairings: Bucky x MutantReader/OC, Wade Wilson x MutantReader/OC (platonic)

Warnings: Adult themes, language, alcohol consumption

She bounced and swayed in one of the cushioned chairs that surrounded the long conference table, picking idly at a string on her sleeve, foot twitching in agitation. A child awaiting her scolding. Steve still stood with is back to her, one hand on his hip, the other pinching the bridge of his nose. He had been like that for several minutes now, and if not for his occasional deep, slow sigh, she would have worried she’d actually broken him.

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anonymous asked:

reader is the best friend of dva and has a crush on hanzo and she dont wanna tell him .... so dva go say it to hanzo .. I let you chose whats going on next huhu

“What the hell, Hana! You’ve got to be kidding me, don’t tell me you’re not cheating! There’s absolutely no way you could be the Traitor six times in a row and actually win every single round!” you exclaimed loudly as your friend managed to kill you while playing Trouble in Terrorist Town once again.
“It’s not cheating! You’re just a noob, that’s it!”
You pouted. It couldn’t be, you were usually really good at games like these! You were about to give her another piece of your mind but her next words made you stop dead in your tracks.
“Or are you possibly too distracted? Thinking of your favorite Shimada again?” Hana flashed you a cheeky grin and you really felt the urge to throw your bottle of Mountain Dew at her. You noticed the heat rising to your face as you quickly told her that that was definitely not the case. But of course, she wouldn’t buy it.
“You know what? You’ve been avoiding this topic for months now. When are you finally gonna tell him?”
“Well, how about never?” Yes, never sounded like a very good option. 

Ever since you joined Overwatch about one year ago, the archer had intrigued you. It’s been a long time but you just couldn’t find the courage to confess your feelings to him. He seemed quite distant at times, even unapproachable so you were convinced he would only reject you. Or just ignore you completely. 
So far, only Hana knew about your crush and she used it to her advantage, blackmailing you with that information whenever she got the chance. Nevertheless, she did her best to support and encourage you but it was never enough.

“If you don’t get your shit together, I will confess your feelings to him for you.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” You stared at her in disbelief. She would definitely be capable of betraying you like this and even though she only meant well you wanted her to immediately abandon that idea. You’d rather not have him knowing about this at all.

“Okay, let’s make a deal. If you manage to beat me in Mortal Kombat, I will not tell him. If you lose, I’ll go and find him the instant your health drops to zero.”
She had to be kidding. There was barely any video game that you were able to beat Hana at. What kind of a deal was that?
“This is useless, you’re gonna win anyways…”
“You’re admitting your defeat? Okay then.”
Before you could stop her, she had left the room and headed towards the headquarters’ cafeteria to find a certain someone. 

You didn’t follow her. The last thing you wanted now was to see his reaction. You were scared. Well, there was a tiny chance that he might actually reciprocate your feelings but it was way too small to make the situation any more comfortable.
In order to calm your nerves, you decided to sit on the roof of one of the many houses in a small town nearby. It was already nighttime, the streets were entirely empty and left you to be alone with your thoughts. It was so peaceful. Way more peaceful than the clutter in your mind. 
You tried to relax, to meditate and calm your racing heart. You knew you’d have to face him sooner or later; you’d have to go on missions together at some point. But for now, it seemed smarter to prolong this conflict, give him some time to think about what Hana had said.

You actually managed to let go of all your worries for a while until footsteps from behind startled you.
“I apologize, I did not mean to alarm you.”
Of course, it had to be Hanzo, who else? You silently cursed your luck. How did he know you would be up here and why would he even seek you out? Couldn`t this humiliation have waited until tomorrow?
“Would you mind if I joined you?” he inquired, his voice barely above a whisper, afraid to disturb the peaceful atmosphere under the moonlight.
Your mind screamed Just leave! while your heart desperately wanted him to stay by your side the whole night.
“No, not at all.”

You’ve sat in complete silence for several minutes, not daring to say a word or even look at him. That was until he let out a loud, slightly nervous sounding breath.
“Hana Song started a conversation with me earlier and informed me that apparently, you have developed some kind of romantic feelings for me. Is that the truth?”
Well, at least he got straight to the point. However, this seemed to be turning into an interrogation. Couldn’t he just reject you and leave again?
“Listen Hanzo, can we please just get this over with?”
His expression turned into one of confusion, his forehead slightly scrunched up. 
“Aren’t confessions supposed to be romantic and take quite some time?”
Did you just understand him correctly?
“Wait, hold up. What kind of confession?”
“It was my original plan to confess to you but I must have been mistaken about your feelings for me”, he muttered more to himself than anyone else. Your eyes widened and the thoughts inside your head went on a rampage once again.
He liked you back.
You quickly pushed the thought that he might simply confess to hating you all the way back into the rearmost corner of your brain. 
“No! I mean, just take all the time you need, make it as romantic as you want!”
You could swear your face must have taken on the color of a ripe tomato now. The man sitting next to you let out a small chuckle, the most beautiful sound you have ever heard, and nodded.
“Very well then. But I must ask you to finally look at me.”

You took a deep breath and made a ninety-degree turn to look at him, eventually gathering the courage to study his dark brown eyes. His sincere, soft gaze made your heart skip a beat. 
“It’s surprisingly hard to put these feelings into words, however, let me tell you that I genuinely enjoy your presence, your warm and optimistic aura. It would be an honor if you’d be willing to occupy more of your time with me.”
You couldn’t help but grin like a Cheshire cat. Things got even better when he suddenly took one of your hands into his own, pressing a tender kiss to its back. All you could do was stare at him as he stood up and left you alone with your thoughts for now. 
It took you a solid five minutes to return to reality, suddenly realizing what had just happened. 
Your crush liked you back. Hanzo actually shared your feelings! Before you could control yourself you let out a small squealing noise as you stared at the back of your hand. This was the reality! Containing your excitement was difficult after what just happened and unbeknownst to you, a certain Shimada brother was still around the corner to listen to your small outburst of happiness, grinning to himself.

You barely managed to sleep that night, your thoughts continuing to race with excitement. Therefore, the next morning started off roughly. Or rather, it didn’t really start off at all. After hours of desperately attempting to get at least a tiny bit of sleep, you finally got up around lunch. In the cafeteria, you were immediately greeted by a familiar face.
“Sooo, how’d it go?” Your best friend sent you a suggestive smirk and you could only roll your eyes, deciding to leave her in the dark for now. 
“Okay, I guess. How about I eat properly and get some caffeine into my system before I tell you everything?”
“Hmph, fine. It’s totally acceptable to make your wingman -no, wingwoman- wait!”
You smiled softly to yourself as you started digging into your food. However, you were soon interrupted as another person took a seat at your table opposite to you. Hanzo.
Hana quickly voiced her obvious confusion.
“What the…are you okay, Hanzo? You never eat with anyone else, so- oh. Oh, I see how it is.” 


[LEGENDS OF TOMORROW VERSE] Mick Rory is NOT dumb, he is NOT quiet, and he is NOT an animal.
Firstly, quiet. Mick Rory is NOT quiet. He normally left the talking to Leonard, granted. However, he always responded when talked to directly and he even talked to the flash on occasion. He has a sense of humour (although a little dark) still amusing. Mick also talked aloud, whilst the Ramon siblings were kidnapped. Mick does talk, even to himself! The reason he doesn’t talk much on the ship, probably has something to do with everyone calling him, rude, mean and frankly disrespectful things, whilst he is and isn’t present. Doesn’t matter how thick your skin is, that still hurts, and has an effect on you. Especially if they are the only people around you, on a day to day basis.

((Spoilers for 02x13 LoT))

As well as that, the Waverider crew is also unbelievably insensitive around Mick. Yes, he’s not exactly the most open character, and yes he’s a little violent (okay, really violent), sometimes. But can you really blame him? His life has been one shit storm after another.
Rip chose to mess it up, even more for him.
He was betrayed by his best, and ONLY, friend. The single person who actually saw him for how he really was, not just some savage animal. To add to that, following the betrayal he was Tortured, Brainwashed and programmed to kill the crew (involving a method that transfers another person into your subconscious, which in 2X13 Gideon informs us that Rip Hunter considers it inhuman)
During this episode, Mick Rory is trying to help, hELP! MARTIN FUCKING STEIN, Calm the fuck down! (In turn helping Jax)
Do you know what that self-centred scientist responded with? Do you know what he basically said, to a man he knows, fULL WELL, IS STILL HALLUCINATING HIS DEAD PARTNER?!
He basically said, I’m not listening to you ‘cause your partners dead. He put it bluntly, and with complete indifference, as if the loss of Leonard meant nothing to him. As if Leonard was somebody he had never met.
We never saw anyone else jump in to ‘stop fates plan’, as it were. Nobody else stepped up to save Ray ‘actual puppy’ Palmer from certain death. Nah, they were all content to let him die.

Not the the criminals from central city though, no nO NO! THE ONLY CROOKS ON THE SHIP, were not about to let that happen.
Mick Rory did not even hesitate to to save him, and Leonard Snart was NOT leaving his best friend to die, again.

So yes, Leonard Snart is dead.

But he would not be dead, if he didn’t care about his partner, or trust him to carry on with his life.

Martin ‘head rammed so far up his arse’ Stein, if anyone, anYONE ON THE WAVERIDER CAN GIVE YOU PARTNERSHIP ADVICE it is Mick Rory!
If their 20+ year friendship isn’t proof enough.
How about their fight when Mick was imprisoned in the ships cells? Leonard knew Mick wouldn’t kill him, in fact Leonard knew the moment he stepped foot in that cell he was out-matched. Have you seen the size of Rory? there is no way, Leonard Snart walked in there thinking he would win, in hand to hand combat.

Is that not enough? Okay, how about when we first meet Mick Rory in the flash.
Leonard and Mick had obviously not talked in a while…but the moment, THE MOMENT SNART GETS THE ICE GUN, AND FINISHES HIS FIRST ROUND WITH THE FLASH, THE FIRST GUY HE PHONES UP IS MICK!
Len: ‘Hey, I know we haven’t talked in a while, but do you wanna become supervillans?’

If that is not proof ENOUGH for you that Mick and Lens partnership is hard to challenge,
Mick is not dumb, and Mick is not a wild beast. How about his relationships with the Snarts?

Both Leonard and Lisa Snart came from an abusive background. Leonard basically raised his sister, do you understand how close a relationship he would have with Lisa? He would treat her as his own daughter as opposed to a sibling.
Do you seriously think, with a relationship like that and their past, the lack of trust toward people or men in general, brought on by physical abuse, Leonard would just allow an unstably violent man, larger and stronger than himself, near Lisa? Because I sure as hell don’t.

Leonard and Lisa have definitely built a sort of sibling bond with Mick. Both Snarts are capable of calming and helping Mick if his anger tips over the edge. As shown in the Flash, when Cisco was Kidnaped to re-build their Temperature Guns.
Mick reacts violently when the Ramon brothers attack him. Instantly, both Snarts rush in. Leonard pushing him away, and Lisa grabbing him by the shoulders, trying to occupy his mind with something else as she directs him away.


(even consider suggesting Leonard Snarts death was Mick’s fault! and I will jump through my laptop and stab you!)

Do not call Mick Dumb! because although he does not remember everything, he still remembered the name of the contraption used to torture and manipulate his mind, now I don’t know about you but that’s the type of thing I would pray my mind would make me forget, due to the trauma.
He knows battle strategies.
He persuaded the president of America to flee, to fight another day. He has a statue, in his honour.
He is more than capable of looking after himself, and fucking you up, as well!
He didn’t go to university, or collage. So what? Neither did Sara (?), Jax or Leonard but they’re not called dumb.
Thats because they have other skills.
What I’m trying to say, in a really drawn out way, is yes, Mick is morally questionable at most times, but heroes especially shouldn’t bully a guy, or kick him when he’s already down.

[- Rage fuelled Rant over-]

Pen Pal (Part 1)


Request from Anon: This one is a little hard to convey but reader writing letters to Ethan in high school (as like a pen pal thing) even though they’ve never met and writing extra ones that she’s never sent but years later he finds these letters in an old box / drawer / bag (because goodwill sucks at cleaning shit out) and is determined to find this girl after he recognizes the address as his old p.p. And realized these letters were to him. Basic fluff tbh

Author’s Note: Sorry, I have to split it up into 2 parts. But here’s the first installment!!

Freshman year, you were given a name and an address of someone you had never met before. A pen pal; a requirement for English that year, and an idea you didn’t find yourself too fond of. Talking to strangers was something your parents warned you about. You guess that more so applied to men with white vans, or chat room users with IM names like ilovethebabez, but still. What was the point of this assignment? 

Not one to argue, however, you took down the information given to you- Ethan Nestor, with an address somewhere in Maine.  You lived across the country in sunny Los Angeles. What were you going to have in common with this kid?

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Voltron Legendary Defender
PAIRING: Shiro x Keith
RATING: M (mature themes)
TAGS: content warning for Keith’s Kamikaze attempt; heavy S4 spoilers; canon-divergent AU


The first time Shiro meets Keith is in the alley behind the convenience store, in the town near the Garrison. Shiro’s just gone round back to toss something in the dumpster, but Keith’s behind that same dumpster changing out of dust-covered jeans and a red jacket, and back into his uniform. Shiro knows two things off the bat:

One – this boy is a cadet, and cadets aren’t allowed off Garrison grounds outside of school events or officially sanctioned business, and

Two – this boy isn’t here for either of those reasons, and he knows that Shiro knows this.

Keith stares at Shiro like a deer caught in headlights. Shiro looks at Keith and wonders what kind of cadet had the gall to leave the Garrison when Iverson is on roll call duty tonight.

(But he has to admit, he’s pretty impressed.)

Keith books it out the other end of the alley before Shiro can ask for his name or assure this kid that he’s not going to tell. Especially since Shiro has no room to talk, not after he’d wrangled Matt into helping him switch out the sugar for salt in the officers’ break room.

Shiro finds the kid in one of the training gyms three days later, and this time gets to explain himself before Keith  – Keith Kogane, that Keith, the one who’s been racking up increasingly high scores on the simulators and threatening Shiro’s personal record – before Keith books it again or forcibly tries to give him amnesia.

Keith calms down pretty quickly after that.

It turns out that Keith had been sneaking out a few nights a month to (illegally) compete in (illegal) hoverbike races. And winning. Shiro is doubly impressed.

The first time Matt Holt meets Keith – really meets him, and doesn’t just see him in passing – is seven months after that. It’s almost immediately clear just what Shiro sees in this scrappy kid – he’s reckless to a fault, stubborn as hell, single-minded in his determination, and terrifyingly skilled. But it’s only later that Matt learns two things that have really drawn Shiro in: that Keith has a personal creed that he abides by above all things, and that Keith has a sense of righteousness to rival Shiro’s.

Matt sees Keith, and sees the way Shiro looks at Keith, and understands.

Months, years, and millions of miles across the galaxies later – Matt finds himself wishing to the high heavens that Keith wasn’t all the things that had made Shiro fall in love with him.

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s(QUAD) intro post part 1: #shomajesty

onwards to: s(quad) intro part 2: dj boyang, s(quad) intro part 3: #slaythan

i…really don’t have time to be doing this lmao but i couldn’t resist. since i’ve gained some new followers lately and the grand prix is about to start, here’s another intro post about one of the bright young stars of figure skating and my favorite current men’s skater, shoma uno!

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in this corner

(one of I’m sure is going to be umpteen boxing AUs after that photo!)

She’s always been sporty.

Growing up in foster care hadn’t left Emma Swan much of a choice, she had to be fast to get her share of the food before it was gone, had to learn how to take a hit from older, bigger foster brothers, had to learn how to outrun the bullies at school in hand-me-down sneakers with holes in the soles and broken laces.

It’s amazing how fast even a man can run when confronted with his crimes and the prospect of jail time, so she keeps pretty fit just chasing after skips alone but she hits the gym for weights and swimming and yoga (to stay flexible, she’s not really one for zen), but boxing…now that’s really where she finds her niche.

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Home Run

Thanks to this picture, we have this prompt!

Cesaro/OC. For Anon: Cesaro in baseball pants, like a WWE game night thing. The reader and Cesaro don’t see eye to eye, and they are put together on a team against a guy and girl of your choosing with the stipulation that if they lost, they’d need to travel together for a week. End how you see fit, but some smuuuuut.


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I Never Forgot You *Bucky Barnes x Reader* (1/?)

Originally posted by blackinjustice

(Requested by Anon)  Yooo, I had an idea, so you know the imagine you had w/ 40s Bucky and reader are married (the one with the nicknames) anyway, it’s placed after Buck had fallen from the train and “died” and reader is so distraught that she decides to become a part of shield too. they do the super soldier serum on her too, then that fateful day, both her and Steve get trapped in the ice, fast forward to the winter soldier phase. She and Steve are fighting the winter soldier in DC,  his masks gets knocked off as you know and instead of Steve saying Bucky, reader just whispers “handsome?” And Bucky just has that same look (((GOOD GOD IM HURTING)) then fast forward even more, Steve and her have found Bucky and he realizes who she is and whispers “hey gorgeous”. I’m actually super sorry, this is so elaborate and I feel bad, you guys are amazing writers and I feel as you guys can bring that crazy idea of mine to life
Warning: Super-Mega feels, swearing
Admins Note: Imagine. Its fine, I like it people go into detail for their request, this took me a super long time to write because I wanted it to be just right. I kinda changed it, I didn’t want her to be frozen with Steve, I wanted his death to spur her into SHIELD. Where she helps Howard perfect another Serum and they use it on her. This is also in parts. Sorry. Possibly three, I just see so much potential for this and I wanted it to be good and well written. 

I Never Forgot You Part One
I Never Forgot You Part Two
I Never Forgot You Part Three  
I Never Forgot You Part Four
I Never Forgot You Part Five
I Never Forgot You Part Six

I Never Forgot You Part Seven

I Never Forgot You Part Eight
I Never Forgot You Part Nine

The service was lovely, Mrs. Barnes” Timothy Dugan smiled, a friend of Bucky’s, well a Howling Commando but they all became friends when serving together. Mrs. Barnes, it didn’t feel right, not anymore. 

You were only Mrs. Barnes because you married James Barnes, who had died in action, now you are a widower! The service for Bucky was nice, although you had no body to bury, it was still nice full of people he cared about; you had been avoiding Steve, knowing if you saw him you’d break. 

Steve said a few words, you couldn’t bring yourself to even mutter a single word for your husband, knowing you wouldn’t make it through the speech and you didn’t want people to see you break. 

Deciding that as the service was drawing to a close, you’d thank everyone for coming and supporting you in this time, you tapped the glass of water and everyone looked at you; Howling Commandos, family, friends, and Steve. 

Um, I just wanted to say thank you for coming and supporting me today. I know that this is just as difficult for you as it- well, maybe not that much, a lot of you didn’t have your world ripped from you” people glanced at each other, now knowing the reason why you didn’t say anything earlier, you coughed back the tears 

Anyway, I know that Bucky wouldn’t us to be sad. He’s be grabbing everyone another round, dancing, he loved to dance!” the silence was deafening to you “the hardest bit comes tomorrow when I wake up and realise I now have to start my life again, without him. 

“As a final farewell to Bucky, let’s win the war!” you raise the glass of water, everyone does silently. Steve finally plucking up the courage to see you, no words are spoken as he hugs you tightly, no ‘I am sorry’ or ‘you’ll get through this’. Because Steve knows, Steve knows how hard this will be, he has to go through it also. 

“We’ll win the war, I promise” he pulls away

It doesn’t matter anymore,” You tell him “the one person I wanted to return, is never going to return, so win the war but I won’t be celebrating with you,” you tell him. He nods slowly, pulling you into a hug “come back? I can’t- I can’t go through this again” you tell him.

Well, I promised Bucky when he wasn’t around I’ll look out of you, I’m not going to break my best friends promise now,” he tells you, you hold Steve tightly, there was no way you were going to get through this. 

“Well, I’ll be here… waiting with cookies to hear about Captain America’s victory” you try to smile, he nods with a small laugh, ever since he had become Captain America you and Bucky chose to joke about him…  

    *** 4-year skip ***

Originally posted by newyorkbellco

“Are you sure about this, Mrs. Barnes?” Howard asked, his voice fraying concern and worry “I am like seventy-five percent sure this will work” he tells you finally, a roll of your (E/C) eyes made him slightly chuckle. 

Yourself and Howard had been working on perfecting another Super-Soldier serum, it would never be the exact same as Steve’s, so chances are this could not work just either disfigure you or maybe kill you.

 Steve had crashed landed somewhere in the Arctic, leaving you alone; Howard had spent his own money and time in finding Steve but to avail he couldn’t find him. 

You know yesterday you said it will work” you tell him, crossing arms over your chest, he gave you the same look “I know we planned on finding test subjects but what have I got to lose?” you asked him seriously, he let out a long sigh “my husband is dead, my best friend is nowhere to be found” he nodded slowly. 

I can now see why Barnes married you, you are one hell of women” ,he tells you, a laugh escapes you “Fire this thing up, Stark” you order and he nodded, saluting as he did so. He helped you into the seat, it wasn’t the machine they used last time, Howard had created his own since the military refused anyone to be near the first. Howard looked at you one last time.

Okay, just remain still, this will hurt and you may pass out… or die.” He tells you, you choke on your laughter as he flipped down some glasses, placing some on yourself also and then went over to the control panel. 

Watching as he pressed various buttons, switching different switches and pulling what looks to be some lever, the machine begins and injects some of the serum you both created. 

“(Y/N)” someone was shaking you awake “(Y/N), can you hear me? Are you okay? God, Peggy is going to kill me!” you fluttered your eyes open and see Howard kneeling in front of you, he let out a long sigh, dropping his head onto one of your knee’s and then giving you a stern look, “I thought you fucking died,” he tells you. 

Can’t get rid of me that easily” you murmur, he nods and begins to unstrap you from the chair “did it work?” you asked and he shrugged, you didn’t feel any different, and you certainly didn’t look any different otherwise Howard would have been acting differently also. 

Your vitals seem fine” he mutters, your eyes followed the torch “hmm, maybe it didn’t take,” he says to himself “it should have worked in some form, I knew it wouldn’t be anything like the first but it would have done something… to you” he steps back and looks at you from a distance “I guess my calculations were wrong” he sighed out, shrugging gently to you, you did the same back and stood up wobbling slightly. 

A groan of pain comes from Howard, you turn and see him clutching his hand, blood trickling down “sharp objects everywhere!” he says in a strained voice. You chuckle, grabbing the first aid kit beside you, walking over and taking his hand; wiping the new cut, you place pressure on it yourself as you grab some bandages, needle, and thread from the kit with your left hand. 

Oh. My. God” Howard shouts in shock, your jump back slightly startled by the man, he was looking at his hand and wiping the blood away… no cut! He looked at you, then back to his hand, then back to you; he did this several times over “you have the powers to heal” he shouts with glee 

I knew my calculations were right, I knew it!” he yelled, impressed with himself more so than you right now “this means we have so much more to discover about you, you can really make a difference” he looks at you, a smile started to form on your face, a real smile in the four years Howard had known you… this was your real smile! 

                    *** Seventy or so years later *** 
Seeing Steve Again!

“Agent Barnes” You looked up to see Director Nick Fury. Seventy years after the experiment and you were still knocking around, mainly in the medical unit or with a team who may need medical assistance out during a mission. 

Your powers were more than what they seemed, Howard conducted experiments after experiments to see what else was new about you, not a lot. Except the fact your cells regenerate faster than most humans, meaning you don’t age like others, in fact, you hadn’t aged all that much you still looked like the same girl that fell in love with an idiot all those years ago. 

We found him” your breathing hitched slightly, he couldn’t possibly mean Steve, could he? He was deemed missing, never to be found, forgotten like most heroes… like your husband; forgotten by most but still loved by you. 

You held a bag of cookies in one hand, still remembering the promise you made to him. The excitement you felt to finally have someone back with you was turning into nerves. Everyone you knew died, or become extremely frail and old, Howard was killed along with his wife leaving behind his son who you met various times. 

Peggy was in a nursing home, she never remembered you for long but still the conversations you had for somewhat ten minutes were always nice, but your healing powers could only do so much and unfortunately the illness to the brain can never fully be healed. 

You clutched the bag tighter when he turned the corner into Nick’s office, his eyes looking at Nick and then you, his shoulders slump and his face are priceless as he looks at you. 

He had been unfrozen for almost three weeks, they wanted him to adjust slightly before pushing you back into the picture, and it was torture knowing Steve was finally back but you couldn’t see him.

I said I’d wait to hear the Captain America victory story, I even remembered the cookies” you lightened the mood, he let out a breathy chuckle, almost running to you and hugging you so tightly it hurt but it was good. Good to be with someone that reminded you of home. 

Blind Dates!  With Friends?

This is the fanfic that I was talking about that I wanted to do!  I hope you guys like it and find it funny, I had a lot of fun writing this!  :)

“Hmm, how about a game?”  Mira’s soft voice suddenly piped up in the otherwise unusually quiet guild hall.  Cana was seated next to her at the bar, a smug expression on her face, and alcohol bottles lined up neatly on the counter next to her.  “All of you seem so down today, we thought we could find something fun to do!”  Usually, Fairy Tail was boisterous with drinking, laughing, and fights breaking out, but today, it was storming horribly out bringing all of Fairy Tail into a slump.

“What kind of game?”  Lucy mumbled into her folded arms, her head pressed tiredly on top of them.

“Blind dates!” Mira exclaimed excitedly and Lucy’s eyebrows shot up; it was the most emotion she could muster.

“What do you mean by ‘blind dates’….” Gray asked cautiously and Mira just simply smiled.

“Well, let’s call it ‘blind dates with friends’.  We’ve put all of your names onto these popsicle sticks and put them into this jar.  Each time you have a turn, you’ll pick from the jar and get someone else’s name.”  Mira explained and Cana smirked at the confused faces of her guild mates.

“That doesn’t sound too bad…  But what’s the catch?”  Erza demanded and Cana smiled widely.

“Glad you asked!  See, the two that are paired up will either have to do something from a series of cards, or, if they’re too much of wimps to do what the card says, they need to take a shot!”  Cana waved around one of the bottles and Lucy swallowed hard. 

“I’m out.”  Gajeel grumbled out, a scowl on his face.

“Too late, your name is already on a popsicle stick!  I think you’ll enjoy yourself.” Mira winked at Gajeel who’s scowl deepened, if possible.  Levy patted his arm reassuringly and he seemed to relax a bit.

“Who’s calling anyone a wimp?  I’m in!”  Natsu burst out of his seat looking determined.  “Let’s go, I’m all fired up!”

“U-um, Natsu?  Are you sure you want to do that?”  Lucy questioned and Natsu smiled down at her.

“Of course!  What’s the harm in a little game?”

“That’s the harm in a ‘little game’, Natsu.” Lucy shook her head as Natsu stared angrily down at the popsicle stick in his hand.  He had volunteered to be the first to pick and his partner was none other than-

“Gray!  What the hell?  I don’t wanna go on a blind date with him!”  Natsu protested and Gray looked just as disturbed.

“Too late, you already picked!” Cana declared and ushered them to sit at one of the tables they had set up with two chairs facing each other on either side.

“Ugh, you’re an idiot.  Of course you’d pick me, what the hell kind of picking power do you have?” Gray griped and Natsu just scowled back at him.

“Juvia wishes that it was her with Gray-sama.” Juvia cried out and Levy tried to console her gently.

“Okay, Natsu, pick a card from that pile!  If you can’t do what the card says, you need to take a shot.”  Cana instructed and placed two shot glasses next to them and a bottle of whiskey.  Natsu swiped up a card and his eyebrows shot up in surprise, a look of disgust creeping on his face.

“What is it?” Erza called and Natsu frowned.  

“Geez, can you even read it?”  Gray ribbed and Natsu glared at him.

“Well, if you want to know what it is so bad, here we go- ‘sit on your partner’s lap and look into their eyes for an entire minute or take a shot’.” The other members not involved in this round broke out into laughter.  Lucy couldn’t help but let a giggle escape her; Natsu looked flustered and Gray’s eyes were wide in horror.

“You better take a shot or I’m going to kick your ass.” Gray growled through gritted teeth and Natsu snorted and poured himself a shot, downing it in a single gulp.

“Don’t flatter yourself, as if I’d want to be that close to you.” Natsu shoved away from the table and took his place back where he was standing with Lucy and Happy.

“You alright, buddy?  A little too close for comfort?”  Happy teased, his paws covering his mouth that was contorted into a smirk.

“Shut up, Happy.”  Natsu grumbled.

“You sure you don’t want to sit lovingly on Gray’s lap?”  Lucy chimed in and he frowned at her.

“It’ll take a whole lot of shots before I sit on anyone’s lap.”

“Okay, Gray, your turn!  Pick a stick, any stick!”  Cana smiled deviously as he plucked the popsicle stick out cautiously.  He flipped it over and Lucy watched as his face went from apprehension, to horror, and then blank.

“Erza.”  Erza’s face perked up for the challenge and she happily sat across from Gray.

“Excellent.  I was waiting for my turn to come.  Very well, pick a card.” She ordered and Gray, still stone faced, flipped over one of the white index cards.

“’Undo your partner’s shirt with your mouth’, what the hell!  I’m not doing that!” Gray’s face was almost as red as Erza’s hair.  Erza looked calm and had a smirk on her face.

“That must mean I win then.  Take your shot.”

“There is no ‘winning’ in this game!”  Gray grumbled and downed a shot and quickly removed himself from the table.

“Wah, Gray-sama was flirting with Erza!”  Juvia wailed and Gray looked at her incredulously.

“What is going on in your head?”  Gray exclaimed and Lucy let out another giggle.  Erza picked out a stick and called out for Levy to come up.

“Oh geez…”  Levy murmured and Lucy gave her a sympathetic look.

“’Hug each other topless’.  Hm, I’m wondering how you two came up with these questions?”  Erza directed her suspicions to Mira and Cana who simply smiled at them.  “Very well.”  Erza began to remove her armor and Levy looked at her horrified.

“U-uh…”  Gajeel’s face looked mortified and a blush started creeping across his cheeks.  A few catcalls could be heard, but Lucy wasn’t sure who they came from, and Gajeel shut them up quickly with a fierce glare behind him.  

“W-wait, Erza!  I-I don’t think I can do that.”  Levy chuckled and Erza stopped in the middle of undressing.

“Hm, I’m sorry, I don’t think I considered your feelings about the card.”  Erza simply poured a shot, drank it, and moved away from the table.  Levy seemed to let out a sigh of relief and picked out a stick.

“Lucy.”  Lucy felt a surge rush through her; from the questions she had seen, she had been perfectly content with watching rather than playing.

“O-okay…”  Lucy stammered and sat across from Levy who looked equally as embarrassed as Lucy felt.  “Why did we agree to play this?”  Lucy whispered and Levy shrugged.

“Why do we agree to do any type of game this guild makes up?”  Levy sighed and picked up a card.

“‘Massage your partner’s back for one minute’.  Okay, that’s not too bad.” Levy blew out a sigh of relief and Lucy happily let her friend do her dare until the time was up.  

“Thanks, Levy, that felt great!”

“Boo, that was boring!” Cana pouted and Lucy frowned.

“Weren’t you the one who helped make the questions?”  Lucy picked out a stick and looked at it unsure whether to be happy or nervous.

“Juvia is my partner.”  Juvia hesitantly got up and joined Lucy.  Lucy then grabbed a card a prayed that it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable, but after all this was a game made by Mira and Cana.

“Are you kidding… ‘take a shower with your partner’, what kind of people are you two?”  Lucy yelled over her shoulder at the two girls and Juvia let out a yelp.

“J-Juvia is not interested!”

“Are you sure you?”  Came a call from the someone in the back of the guild and Lucy scowled.

“Come up here and say that to my face!”  Lucy growled and downed her shot with a grimace.  “Don’t worry, Juvia, I’m not interested either.” Lucy gave her a sympathetic smile and returned to her standing spot.

“Juvia picked Gray-sama!”  Juvia gleefully stated and Gray looked apprehensive.

“Oh boy…”

“Don’t be a dick.”  Gajeel warned him gruffly and Gray just shrugged and made his way back up to the table to sit across from Juvia.

“J-Juvia is n-nervous.” Juvia stammered as she held a white index card between her fingers.

“What is it?” Gray asked, cautiously eyeing the card between Juvia’s trembling fingers.

“‘K-kiss your partner on the cheek or take a shot’.  W-what does Gray-sama think?”  Juvia’s eyes were cast down at the table and her face was flushed.  Lucy felt bad for both of her friends in the awkward circumstances.  After a few moments of deliberating, and terribly awkward silence, Gray shrugged once more, his cheeks dusted a light pink, and nodded.

“Okay, it’s just the cheek anyways.”  Juvia hesitantly got up and circled the table so she was standing next to Gray’s side.  It was like the whole guild was holding its breath.  Finally, Juvia stooped down and gave Gray’s cheek a swift peck and then scurried off back into the crowd.  Gray looked embarrassed, his face redder than before, and even more so after the guild erupted into hoots and hollers over the pair’s interaction.  Lucy shook her head, she figured that Mira and Cana rigged the game.  She knew Mira liked the pairings of certain people; one being Gray and Juvia.  Lucy was sure to be cautious continuing on with this game.

Lucy felt her head spinning and watched as her guild mates, too, got more unsteady on their feet as alcohol coursed through the bodies of those playing the game.  Lucy had to take a few more shots after being put into unfortunate positions with Gajeel, Erza, and Gray- much to Juvia’s protests.  So, that being said, Lucy was more than a little tipsy, but she wasn’t the only one at least.  In fact, there had been very few dares that the Fairy Tail guild members had actually acted out, everyone was too embarrassed or the questions were a little to racy- who wants to give a naked strip tease in front of the whole guild?  Maybe Gray, but certainly not Lucy.  Currently, Gajeel and Levy were under the evil thumb of the ‘blind date with friends’ game.  Levy was a very giggly drunk, and after passing on multiple dares, Lucy knew that she was well on her way to being wasted.  Poor Levy.

“I h-have to lick your ear, pfft!”  Levy snorted out a laugh and Gajeel looked at her incredulously.  His face was red; this was the second time they were paired up.  Lucy was sure he was just a suspicious as she was about the game being rigged.  

“W-wait, what?”  Before Gajeel could protest, Levy jumped from her chair and licked Gajeel’s left ear.  “Agh, Levy!”  He swiped at his ear in discomfort and all Levy could do was laugh.  Lucy let out her own giggle at the scenario which turned into a full fit of laughter.  Okay, Lucy had had a tad too much to drink.

“Oi, you think this is funny?”  Gajeel scowled and then scooped up Levy over his shoulder.

“Hey!  This isn’t part of the game Gaje~el.”  Levy drew out the ending of Gajeel’s name and then started to snicker again.

“No it’s not, but I think you’re cut off and now I need to babysit you.”  Gajeel huffed and Juvia turned to them, face red.

“Gajeel and Levy are flirting again.” Juvia stated almost forlornly and Lucy rolled her eyes.  Of course they were flirting, they were practically down each other’s pants every day.

“Game master’s intervention!” Cana slurred out suddenly; she, too, apparently had been having a few drinks, but that didn’t surprise Lucy.  “Mira and I get to pick who’s with who now.”  Cana smirked and Lucy took in a sharp breath.  Not good if they were in charge of picking now.

“You guys won’t do any dares, so we decided to make it more interesting.”  Mira agreed and Lucy frowned.

“More interesting for you two.” Gray grumbled.

“With these new rules in place, we’ll give you a dare and if you don’t complete that dare, you’ll be given another dare to choose from, but you’ll also have to take another shot.” Cana stated proudly and Lucy inwardly groaned.  She didn’t know how much more alcohol she could take.

“Wait, wait, that’s hardly fair!”  Natsu burst out, his words coming out slower than usually- he had passed on every single dare he had gotten.  Lucy was actually surprised that he had, but then again some of the dares Mira and Cana had concocted were just straight out of a kinky book or something.  “W-what if we don’t wanna do the dare?  Like, either of em’?”  Natsu did his best to frown and focus on the two girls at the bar, but his face faltered slightly.

“What’s ah’matter, Natsu?  Holding out for that special someone?  Hm?”  Cana poked fun at Natsu who just crossed his arms and looked away, ears red in embarrassment or alcohol.

“Okay, hum, who should we have go next?”  Mira tapped her chin thoughtfully and Cana whispered in her ear.  “Alright, that sounds good!  Let’s have Gray and Juvia back up here!”  Lucy felt her shoulders relax, they hadn’t paired Natsu and her up, in fact they hadn’t had a single dare with each other, and Lucy was just fine keeping it that way.  Things would get out of hand….

“Are ya kiddin’ me?”  Gray protested and stumbled over to the chair.  “This is some bs right here.”

“Does Gray-sama not like being with Juvia?” Juvia questioned looking like she was going to cry.

“N-no, it’s not that…  Never mind.”  Gray sighed and looked patiently at Cana.

“Your dares are; either Gray has to strip naked and stare into Juvia’s eyes for one minute or Juvia has to has to give Gray a hickey and you both have to take a shot.  Your choice!” Cana smiled at them and both Gray and Juvia looked liked they were about to combust into an embarrassed induced fire.

“J-Juvia wants to be with Gray-sama, b-but not like this!”  Juvia cried out and Gray swallowed hard.

“I’ll just strip, I’m already almost there anyways.”  Gray decided grudgingly and gestured down to his shorts that he had left on.  “Th-then all we gotta do is look at each other.  Not too bad, right?”

“O-okay.”  Juvia squeezed her eyes shut as Gray slipped his shorts off and Natsu let out a disgusted snort.

“What a freakin’ perv!”

“Just you wait, your turn is next Natsu.”  Cana winked and Natsu clamped his mouth shut.  Gray and Juvia sat in silence for a whole uncomfortable minute, staring into each other’s eyes.  The timer that Mira had set finally went off after what seemed like an eternity, and Gray and Juvia quickly left the table.  Lucy felt bad for all of her friends who looked more than mortified.  Lucy was about to heave a sigh of relief, she thought she was going to get away with not being chosen, but Mira and Cana had other plans.  Lucy heard Mira whisper something like ‘best for last’ and then caught Cana smirking her way.  

“Son of a…”  Lucy muttered under her breath just as Mira spoke back up again.

“Okay, as promised, Natsu, it’s your turn!”  Mira clasped her hands together and pulled them to her chest.

“Great, who am I gonna be paired up with next?  Another perverted go with Gray or what?  This game sucks.”  Natsu pouted and Gray shot daggers at him.

“It’s not like anyone had fun with you either, flame breath.”  Gray shot back and Natsu scoffed.

“No, no, nothing like that.”  Mira replied sweetly and Lucy cursed the day she came to the guild.  She knew where the two devious women were going.  She knew how Mira’s mind worked.

“We just happened to notice that Natsu and….”  Cana gave a dramatic pause for a moment and Lucy groaned outwardly that time.  “Lucy haven’t even gotten a chance to be together once during this game!”

“Yeah, she’s right.  Let’s give em’ a real good one on behalf of all of us.”  Gajeel stated and cheers of encouragement resonated with the other guild members.

“Why me?”  Lucy whined and sat herself across from Natsu.  His face and neck were red from alcohol and she was sure she didn’t look much better.  She usually never drank that much, but trying to escape risqué scenarios with her friends came with a price.  Cana rubbed her hands together in anticipation, and Lucy avoided eye contact with Natsu.

“C’mon, buddy, I know you’re gonna have fun!”  Happy called, snickering.

“Shut it, cat!”  Lucy snapped before Natsu had a chance to reply.

“Wah, Lucy’s a mean drunk!”  Happy cried and Lucy rolled her eyes.

“Okay, here it goes; Natsu can either give Lucy a kiss, on the lips!  Or Lucy can play ‘are you nervous’ with Natsu and both of you have to take a shot.”  

“W-wait, a game within a game?  That can’t be fair!” Lucy protested and Natsu gulped.

“We make the rules, sweet cheeks!  What’ll it be?”  Cana laughed and gave a pointed look at the pair.  Natsu eyed her nervously as if to pry an unseen answer from her, but Lucy felt just as helpless as he did.

“W-what’s the other game?  Whaddaya have to do?”  Natsu stammered out; his demeanor was out of character, he had been so confident and boisterous earlier, but now he was subdue and nervous.

“Glad you asked, Natsu.  Lucy will have to place her hand on various parts of your body and ask ‘are you nervous’.  The game ends when you, Natsu, say that you are nervous.  So, for example, if she put her hand on your shoulder and asked ‘are you nervous’ you would reply with yes or no.  Either way, if you choose that route, you both have to take another shot.” Mira explained cheerily and Lucy put her head in her hands.

“Wanna do the second one?”  Lucy asked, her voice muffled behind her fingers.  Natsu didn’t answer, he just shrugged and let Lucy pull her chair over next to him.  Lucy placed her hand on Natsu’s shoulder, like Mira had explained, and asked, “Are you nervous?”

“No.”  Natsu replied and Lucy shrugged and lowered her hand to his bicep.  She tried to ignore that she could feel his muscles tense under her touch.

“Are you nervous?”

“No.”  This was going to be a long game, in Lucy’s opinion, and she just wanted to be done.  Perhaps it was the alcohol, Lucy would like to think it was the alcohol, but she wanted to make Natsu as nervous as she could and as fast as she could.  She supposed she could have a little fun with it.  She then removed her hand from his arm and placed it on his chest instead.  Natsu looked calm, but when Lucy put her hand on his chest, she could feel his heartbeat banging rapidly against his ribs.  Lucy smirked up at her best friend and continued on with the game.

“Nervous yet?”  

“No.”  Natsu whispered out, his eyes shifting from her face to her hand and back again.  Lucy moved her hand lower to the middle of Natsu’s abs.  Lucy had to hold herself back from rubbing her hand all over them; they were so defined that she could feel them easily through his shirt.

“Nervous?”  Lucy questioned though she was sure that she was the one feeling a bit nervous at that point.


“You sound a little…  You can give up.”  Lucy teased and Natsu’s brow furrowed and he shook his head.  Lucy slid her hand lower, slowly dragging her fingertips down his abs and resting at his bellybutton.  

“Are you nervous?”

“No…”  Natsu’s voice came out breathily; Lucy felt empowered being able to break down Natsu Dragneel into a nervous mess.

“Ya sure?”  Lucy looked up at him through her eyelashes and he nodded after swallowing hard.

“Okay.”  Lucy began to move her hand lower, though she wished Natsu would stop her because at that point, she was going into uncharted territory.  Just as she thought that, Natsu grabbed her wrist and stopped her from going any lower.

“W-wait.” Natsu breathed out and then practically growled out his next sentence.  “This would have been much easier.”  With that, he pulled Lucy into a rough kiss, square on the mouth.  Lucy’s eyes shot open wide and her head spun, this time not from the alcohol.  Lucy could faintly hear her guild mates calling out once more and cheering, but she was so absorbed in the action that she couldn’t focus.  It was over as quick as it began as Natsu ripped himself away from her and rest his forehead on hers, breathing heavily.

“Y-y-you…”  Lucy stammered looking up into Natsu’s eyes.  “You could have just said that you were nervous…”  Lucy whispered and Natsu’s eyes flashed in surprise for just a moment.

“That’s okay, I’d rather do that.” Natsu admitted sheepishly and Lucy’s face burned.  “Do we still need to take a shot?”  Natsu looked past Lucy at Mira and Cana who both had their mouth hanging open in shock.

“You can do whatever you want, I can’t believe that worked!”  Cana burst out in shocked laughter and the guild sent out more catcalls for the pair.

“Oh my god…”  Lucy felt like she had steam was coming out her ears.

“I win!”  Natsu suddenly cheered and picked up Lucy in triumph.

“Natsu!” Lucy protested and Natsu snickered.

“C’mon, if want to not take any shots, we’ve gotta do that some more!”

“The game’s over!”  Lucy cried out, her face red, and causing her friend’s to laugh loudly as Natsu carried her out of the guild.

Sorry the ending is a little meh, but I hope you like it!