bluntly obvious

Finished watching TLJ. 


  • REYLO IS REAL ALL OF YOU. SO BEAUTIFUL SO EMOTIONAL. i i tried really hard not to cry.
  • all of the force bond moments were filled with sexual/romantic tension, the low breaths the intense staring. i love of them. the shirtless scene was the scene that made bluntly obvious the mutual feeling. rey’s sexual  frustration seeing shirtless was delicious. why anyone would put a scene like this if this is not the intention.
  • the elevator scene? this scene sent me to heaven. so intimate with so much sexual tension, both of them gazing first at the same time to each others’ lips and then eyes. declaring more or less that they want both each other to their side.
  • the whole red throne scene so many feeeels. the whole moment moment before he kills snoke he didn’t stop gazing at rey’s eyes; same for her while whispering his name full of emotion.
  • THE MOMENT HE PROPOSED OFFERED TO HER TO JOIN HIM AND RULE TOGETHER ALA DARCY WHILE LITERALLY BEGGING HER, ‘PLEASE’; SO MUCH  EMOTIONS IN ONE SINGLE WORD. I COULDN’T STOP SOBBING. this seriously gave me massive anidala parallels. it was so obvious that was intended and where they’re going with it (reverse anakin everyone)
  • their last scene left me so heartbroken with kylo on his knees gazing at her with such sad eyes while rey determined close the force bond (for now) rejecting him; the moment she closes the ‘door’ his eyes are so sad and he swallows so hard. this moment left me paralysed. so bittersweet but also so hopeful.
  • basically all of their scene were fantastic, emotional, charged with so much sexual energy.
  • adam driver was FANTASTIC. HE’S SUCH A TALENTED INTENSE ACTOR. all of his scenes were my favourite, along with rey who was brilliant and luke who made me cry.
  • leia much more mature and broken than ever ;_;
  • finnrose was quite cute but still kind of one sided for now. i want to see more.
  • finn and rey was so sweeet.
  • rey and poe was nice introduction to each other
  • missed the finn/poe dynamic.
  • dj as much as i love benicio del toro left uninterested about him. he could be used much better.
  • holdo was a nice addition and her dynamic with poe was pretty interesting
  • hux was pathetic as always but i really laughed in his scenes. the classic one dimensional villain, but is needed.

In conclusion I most loved this film with kylo and rey’s chemistry being off the charts, taking my breath away, following luke and rey moments and the kylo/luke dynamic, which made me so so sad. :’(

i love how alex used to get all shy when talking about his lyrics especially about my propeller “it’s about a descent” and “i would never be so salacious” and now he’s like this song is about shagging in the woods next question

Request: Kyungsoo!Best friend

It was your classic setting honestly. You had met Kyungsoo when you were in pre-school and best friends had been set in stone when he offered you his dinosaur nuggets in an attempt to make you stop crying for your mother; your chubby hand wiping away the tears and giving him a toothy grin. He’d been there for you ever since and it had stayed that way. 

You’d given him advice with the girl he liked in the fifth grade and he punched a boy who had made you cry in the seventh and failed, but it didn’t matter because he had grabbed your hand and made you both run away with such fear that you’d both get beaten up. But it was okay because you had Kyungsoo.

It had been that way forever and you couldn’t see yourself carry on anything without the male by your side. You had envisioned so much and it always had your best friend in those images. But when you had met Byun Baekhyun in one of your visits to Kyungsoo’s University campus, things took a complete turn and it wasn’t out of your own choice. You thought Kyungsoo would have been happy that you had clicked with one of his closest friends; making joint hang outs more comfortable and easier to hold if you got along with his friends. But it seemed in your bid to meet up with everyone and form relations, he became gradually distant.

You hadn’t noticed at first, always enamoured by the way Baekhyun told his stories and the way his eyes would shoot up into small crescent shapes but Kyungsoo would somehow find a way to stay on the other side of the room or escape the meeting entirely, the male increasing his avoidance of you. It’s when your chest tightens when you look at the empty space on the couch months later that you start to address the issue, Baekhyun turning to you with a look of concern and guilt. 

“You really didn’t notice?” It’s the way he says it that makes you pause, shaking your head. Baekhyun sighs and glances over at Jongdae who stares back at you, the latter blurting out the obvious bluntly.

“He’s in love with you. And he thinks you’re in love with Baekhyun.” This statement makes you splutter before keeping quiet again, your fingers curling over your lips in disbelief.  

“Why does he think I’m in love with you?!” You squeak to Baekhyun who holds his hands up instantly. 

“I honestly do not have a clue. I thought he was jealous because it seemed like you were replacing him with me!” The guilt hits you at that point, the breath knocked out of you as your eyes sting with tears, realisation hitting you.

“Oh my God!” 

“Hi.” Kyungsoo looks up from his drawing, taking one earbud out as he nods at you, giving you a small smile.

“Can I sit please?” You bite your lip and quickly sit when he gives the okay, your hands wringing in your lap as you suddenly hiccup, Kyungsoo’s eyes widening at the tears that spill.

“I am so sorry Kyungsoo. I didn’t… I can’t believe I made you feel crap this entire time!” He stays absolutely silent, his fingers still wrapped around the thin pencil.  

You hiccup again and furiously wipe your cheek, shaking your head you still can’t believe the unknowing pain you inflicted on him. 

“I’ve always been an advocate to never hurt the ones you love, and here I am, being the biggest hypocrite of all!” You close your eyes only to let out a cry, Kyungsoo’s arm finally wrapping around you as he brings you into his chest, his strong hand rubbing down your back without hesitation.

“Alright calm down please.” He whispers roughly, holding you tightly as he lowers his face down to kiss your head. “You’re hurting me like this.”

You let out an incoherent splutter and Kyungsoo only just realises the mistake of his words, the male staring at your uncontrollable frame before he grabs your cheeks firmly, pressing his lips to yours.

It takes all of 5 seconds for you to stop crying and respond to his kiss all the more willingly, Kyungsoo’s form freezing as you lean up from the seat to grab his own cheeks.

It doesn’t matter that your cheeks are slightly sticky from all the tears, or your nose is running a little bit. But the two of you stand there in the cafe in each other’s arms, kissing until your breaths need to be caught, his pencils scattered across his sketchbook with a shaded drawing of you across the expanse of white.

Originally posted by dokyunggie

anonymous asked:

Hi!!! Can you maybe do a lil ficlet about an AU where Jango survives Geonosis, JangObi is a thing, and the 212th's general reaction to their general bangin their dad/template? I hope you have a wonderful day!!!!

If there is ever a time he’s grateful for the damn bucket he wears, its the time when his General neck is covered in hickies because you can’t tell Cody is staring if you can’t see his eyes. But holy karking stars, his General’s neck is covered in hickies and he is walking with a god damn little limp in his step!

And he knows he’s not the only one staring.

And Fett is smug!

“Now we move the troops here an-” Right, work, has to focus on work, his General is saying things.

His well fucked looking General.


Cody needed a drink!

At least he’s not the only one having trouble since General Skywalker and General Koon are both staring at General Kenobi, the Kel Dor with his brows raised high and General Skywalker with his jaw dropped open.

And then the blond sputtered and opened his mouth. “Obi-Wan your NECK! Where the Force is Fett I’m going to ram a lightsaber up his a-”

“Anakin, focus!”

Oh Cody needed a drink.


“So…Fett and General Kenobi… General Kenobi and Fett…” Wolffle blinked a bit, glancing about the mess tent. “Does anyone else think its WEIRD?”

“Yes.” Boba offered, swinging his feet back and forth while sitting on a table. “But dad says Obi-Wan makes him happy.” He shrugged and drank his juice box slowly.

“Yeah I bet, most likely playing a game of hide the salami.” Wolffle muttered before yelping when Rex outright punched him in the arm. “Oi!”

“Ears!” Rex hissed, gesturing to Boba who raised his brows at them.

“I already know what they’re doing.” Boba huffed.

“Ugh, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know, I already get first view of the marks Jango likes to leave behind.” Cody groaned.

“Yeah about that did you guys SEE the General’s neck?” Waxer looked around, wide eyed. “I mean I know we can be possessive but he’s one step away from putting a collar on the General with his name on the tag. Like bluntly obvious staking a claim.”

They all went a bit quiet.

“…Did you HAVE to say that?” Cody groaned, trying to shake the images from his mind. “Kark! I don’t need to imagine the General with a collar on.”

“Makes me wonder what else they get up to.” Rex grumbled before going wide eyed. “Or NOT. Kriff…” He grumbled.

“…So we all agree its weird then?” Wolffle repeated.

There was a chorus of ayes and nods.

“He makes the General smile though?” Trapper glanced about. “I mean…the General smiles more when Fett is around and seems generally more happy with him there.”

“Its the only reason I’m not putting a blast in the mans foot.” Cody grumbled. “I don’t care he’s our original, Kenobi is our General and takes first priority. But he does smile. So there’s that.”

The sound of eating and low talk filled the air.

“I could do without the mewling though.” Boba offered brightly.

Several choked on their food and drinks.


“Oh Koth I did not need that in my head.”

anonymous asked:

i'm in need of some 2D angst pleeease

(I hope this was okay!)

~ It had been almost a year since the accident. Your house can caught on fire in the middle of the night while you were asleep. You were woken up by the smell of smoke and you remember the panic slowly swimming through your bloodstream. You started coughing and looked around for a way out. You ran to your bedroom door and tried to grab your doorknob but it was blistering hot. “Damn it!” You held your hand and looked around. Your worst nightmare was coming true. You started to cry as you desperately tried to find another way out. You looked around and saw your window. It was the only way out.

~ You grabbing your cell phone and dialed 911 as you crawled onto the roof. “Please send the fire department! My house is on fire! I live at 3303 Saluda Road! Please, please hurry! I’m stuck on the roof because there was no other way out!” You were sobbing into the phone. “Okay, calm down. We’ve got some firetrucks on the way.” Said the operator. “Thank you!” You held onto the edge of the roof for your life. When the fire trucks showed up, they immediately got to work on getting the ladder so they could get you off the roof. Just as they started to climb, the roof collapsed. You fell into the fire and you knew that the end had come.

~ They were able to put out the fire and recover your body. They took you back to the coroner’s to determine cause of death, even though it was bluntly obvious. After, the report had been written and your body had been prepped for the burial, 2D was finally able to see you. He had cried for days. His life was crumbling around him and most nights were full of drinking. He tried to kill himself several times but luckily the band was able to stop him before he did anything too bad. 2D didn’t want to go on living anymore.

~ He sat on his bed with his head in his hands. He had just visited your grave again. He visits every single day, he always lays new flowers down when the old ones die. Sometimes he brings his keyboard out there to sing new songs to you or to play some of your favorite songs. He lets you know how much he misses you and how he’s struggling to move on. He started seeing you in crowds, hearing your voice at night, and feeling you hold him in his sleep. 2D often tried to sleep next to your grave but he was often shooed away by the owners of the graveyard.

~ He spent all his time in his room. He’s either drinking, high, or writing about you. 2D looks at old pictures of you two together and sobs until he falls asleep on his floor. He’s started “talking” to you. 2D imagines you there, sitting with him, and he’ll tell you his new ideas for a song about you and sometimes he thinks he hears you talk back. He laughs at the jokes he hears you say. He kisses you goodnight and he makes you breakfast in the morning.

~ The band members started to worry about him. His health was going down the drain and fast. He stopped eating, he would only drink alcohol. He took so many more painkillers than usual. But when he started talking to himself, they knew they had to take some action. Noodle walked into his room and told him that they needed him to come to the store with them. He refused so Noodle dragged him out. “You need to get out of the house, 2D. We all miss her but this isn’t how she’d want you to live on.” 2D collapsed and Noodle picked him up and threw his arm around her shoulders to carry him to the car. The rest of the band was waiting in the Geep.

~ Noodle buckled in 2D and kissed his cheek. “This is for your own good…” Then Murdoc drove off. They had a silent car ride, Noodle shed some tears on the way. Murdoc was gripping the wheel tighter than he ever had before. Russel was just staring at the floor. Once they had reached their destination, Noodle spoke, “He’ll be okay. He’ll get help here.” She said with tears rolling down her face. Murdoc just nodded before unbuckling 2D and placing him in a wheelchair one of the nurses rolled out. As they all said their goodbyes, they got in the car again and drove off. They passed a sign that read, “Essex Mental Hospital”.

No Shit, Sherlock.

Dipper uses the “No shit, Sherlock,” term quite often to insult Bill and his, to put it bluntly, Captain Obvious type nature. One day, Dipper uses it on Bill when the demon is at the pinnacle of pissed off, but Dipper didn’t expect Bill to have a comeback.

“Pacifica doesn’t like me because of when I tried to kill you all.” Bill sighs, shaking his head.

“No shit, Sherlock,” Dipper mumbles under his breath.

“OH YEAH? WELL FUCK YOU, WATSON!” Bill retaliates, baring fangs and all.

Dipper recoils in surprise and slight fear. “Where the fuck did you learn that?!”

-Mod Willy

Andre Burakovsky #2.2

Anonymous said: Hayyyyaaa! May I request a part 2 of the Andre Burakovsky friends with benefits where they end up together or something fluffy pleeeeease?

Anonymous said:Is there going to a part 2 to the André imagine????

Anonymous said:hi omg i loved your andre imagineeeeee so much are you going to do a part two?

A/N: shit this one got long and i didn’t know how to shorten it so im sorry :\ also it ended kinda abruptly so sorry about that too.. but i needed to get some an imagine wether it was crap or not, just hope you reader liked it :)

Word Count: 4,181

Originally posted by geemalkin

You’re drunk

You giggled at the text and leaned back against the back of your seat. It was just past eleven here in California, meaning it was almost 2 in the morning back in Washington. Yet Andre was up texting you back. And stating the bluntly obvious fact, you were totally drunk.

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anonymous asked:

OMG!!!a fic where Nico and Will grew up bestfriend's and when they're I don't know.....15/16 one of them admits they've had a crush on the other since they were 10!?!!!


Nico wished his heart would stop making him feel like he had just run a marathon. Honestly, he had only been sitting with Will for a few minutes. Why did his cheeks feel hot and his hands sweat like it was a hundred degrees outside? It was a nice day and Will and Nico were just sitting next to each other, watching the young kids play outside in the street. Will’s presence was nice and comforting and Nico felt relaxed with Will next him. He felt calm with himself, and more importantly, with his surroundings.

So why was his heart pounding a million miles an hour?

Nico di Angelo had known Will Solace since they were young. Too young for him to really remember ever meeting Will, he had always just…been there. He could have been in the house right next door to Nico, or he could have moved their when they were both still too young to remember such trivial things. For Nico, none of it mattered. Will was a steadfast presence in Nico’s life and nothing was going to change that. At least, as long as Nico didn’t let his emotions get the best of him. And he got accepted into the same college as Will. Not that he would be applying exclusively for Will.

Whatever all those gibberish feelings were, all they were accomplishing was muddling Nico’s brain and making it hard to sit still next to Will. No, it would be best if Nico just pushed them all aside and focused on the summer he and Will had sitting in front of them. Will had baseball and Nico had track, but they both already promised to attend each other’s games. There wasn’t much that could split up Nico di Angelo and Will Solace.

Except, maybe, whatever Nico’s developing feelings meant.

“I guess, what I’m trying to say is, I’m in love with you, Nico.” Will twisted his hands in front of him, wringing them out before letting them fall slack at his sides. Nico took a moment to try and process what, exactly, it was that Will was saying. (Even though it was rather bluntly obvious.) “I understand if you don’t feel the same way.” Has Nico’s heart always been beating this fast? Was this even safe?

It took Nico a while to comprehend Will’s rather bold statement. It was the declaration of love that Nico had been pushing back against for so long, he forgot when it had even settled in him. Perhaps it had always been there, and it had simply grown as Nico did, and he was too young and innocent to understand it until now.

At any rate, Will was standing in front of him, shifting his weight from foot to foot nervously. Nico had nearly forgotten that he was waiting to gauge Nico’s reaction. No doubt he was waiting to see if he had just ruined their friendship. No doubt he held the same fears that Nico had for so long.

“I,” Nico had always been the master of eloquence. “I’m sorry,” he saw Will’s face fall, and he was quick to finish his sentence. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t ever expect this. You’ve always been so, well, you, and I’ve always been, well, me. I didn’t think that there would ever be a chance for there to be a, well, us.” Will looked like he was trying to solve a complicated math problem, tilting his head to the side, and Nico huffed.

Always a man of doing, Nico pulled Will towards him, crashing their lips together. Nico had always been so much better with actions then with words. Still, his heart beat a million miles an hour.

I fought Satan to write today

anonymous asked:

A fluffy scenario of Bakugo taking care of his s/o who is feeling sick from a cold or fever? Please and thank you!

I think I went a bit overboard with this but #no regrets!! I hope you like this, anon!

Bakugo Taking Care of His Sick S/O Scenario

Originally posted by fymyheroacademia

A loud hack escapes from your dry throat, it doesn’t sound attractive at all; but you never cared, you just want to sleep and get better the very next day but unfortunately it just keeps on getting worse and worse. “This is such a pain,” you whine. Your eyes dart towards the medicine you hated oh so much, your stare has now turn into a strong glare.

“[Name], honey. Katsuki’s here, and he wants to see you.” You hear your mother’s voice booming from the kitchen, you try to respond with a proper sentence but instead, it turns out to be a dry cough instead. “Please take care of my daughter while I’m out for buying her more medicine, okay?” Your mother notes, you hear Katsuki reply with an oddly soft “yes”.

You didn’t dare move from the bed. You placed the thermometer down on your armpit once more, seeing your fever has now gotten quite worse. “Oh hey, Katsu.” You greet, meeting eyes with Bakugou’s as he opens the door; revealing himself with his school uniform. “How are you feeling?” He asked.

“What do you think?” You weakly reply, softly chuckling. “I’m feeling awfully great today.”

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Tower of Dawn and Throne of Glass#7

Okay so this can either be bluntly obvious or bluntly stupid (most likely) but Sarah J Maas said in order to understand TOG#7 you have to read TOD. So here’s what I’m thinking, what if we see some of the characters from EOS? More specifically Aelin? What if TOD is when Aelin gets out (or she gets herself out)? Somehow Choal and company meet Rowan and company, AND THEY GET AELIN OUT!
1. TOG#7 has a lot to clear up (Meave, Vlag, and more) before the series ends so what if Sarah balances it out a bit? Giving more time to wrap up loose ends
2. TOD is going to be as long as EOS and QOS, so something incredibly major has to happen, maybe that is going to be getting Aelin home
Just me hopping and overthinking over here

What Winston Says, Part 3

           Daniel moaned, his now chubby hand resting on Winston’s head as the muscular man sucked away at Daniel’s hard cock. It had been a week since the gymnasium orgy, and through no help from Winston’s amulet, Daniel packed on ten pounds. This discovery turned both men on, thus resulting in the current situation.

           Winston’s free hand traveled up Daniel’s soft body, feeling his warm fat and teasing his puffy fat boy nipples. Daniel moaned away, letting Winston do all of the work. He didn’t mind being fat for Winston, and not so secretly, loved being bigger. Frankly, there was no one around to give him hell for the added weight, and if anyone dared, Winston would see to them.

           Just two days ago, they were at a fancy restaurant in New York, when a waiter commented on Daniel’s frame.

           “By the time you’re finished there won’t be enough food for anyone else who shows up.” Daniel looked down, seeing his shirt fight to cover his bloated belly.

           Winston, not looking up from cutting his chicken, simply said, “Yeah, and you’re not going to stop eating until you’re five hundred pounds.” The waiter said nothing, but looked a little worried when his feet steered him in the direction of the kitchen. As the two boys left, Winston peered through the kitchen door as the waiter tore cooked chickens apart with his bare hands and started to chug alfredo sauce by the jar.

           Daniel moaned louder and gripped Winston’s hair as he began to shoot his loads into his boyfriend’s (yes, the title was now secure) mouth, which Winston swallowed with ease. He crawled his way up to Daniel, where they kissed and held tightly to each other.

           “I’m so glad you found that amulet,” Daniel said, pressing his face into Winston’s sweet-smelling hair.

           “Me too,” Winston agreed.

           After a few seconds, Daniel added, “But I was wondering something. Why haven’t you explored with your body yet?”

           “What do you mean,” Winston said, moving his head to look at Daniel’s dark oak eyes.

           “Well, clearly you enjoyed making me fat. And that seems to be your punishment of choice. I guess I was just wondering why haven’t you tried gaining weight yet, just to see how it feels.”

           “Don’t you like me how I am?” Winston was a little offended. He thought since he developed his muscular physique, people would be drooling over him. Why would Daniel want him fat?

           “No baby, I love your tight hot body. I don’t know. It would be interesting to see you fat is all.”

           With that, the two boys didn’t say anything. After a few minutes, they both fell asleep. When Winston, woke, he was alone in bed. His phone lit up with a text message form Daniel.

           Hey babe. Just went out to buy you some food to make a special dinner for you. Also, I needed new clothes and wanted to go shopping lol seems I’ve gotten a bit too fat. See you soon xxx.

           Winston smiled. He didn’t know being called ‘babe’ would have this effect on him. He got up and headed for the shower. Once in the bathroom, he looked at his body in the floor length mirror. His abs were still as hard as the day he got them, with not a single change to them. His pecs stood out, hard and round. And yes, his dick remained its girth.

           Yet, what Daniel said stuck in Winston’s mind. He did like chubbier guys, this much was bluntly obvious. And he really enjoyed fattening up Daniel and the guys at the gym. So maybe there was something to this fat thing?

           He got in the shower and as the hot water ran off his body, he began to hatch a plan for Daniel


           Daniel came home about an hour later, dressed in his new clothes. His jeans were no longer tight and his shirt was no longer skin tight, though still showed that he was a heftier man. He went straight to the kitchen and prepared dinner for him and Winston: chicken parm with white rice, peas, and a store bought sweet potato pie, Winston’s favorite.

           As he put the peas in the pot, he felt familiar hands run across his body, squeezing his fat. He turned around and saw his man in nothing but a short silky bathrobe and red satin underwear to match. His cock began to get hard seeing Winston’s impressive package in the soft red fabric. He slipped his hand in Winston’s underwear and gave his big balls a squeeze.

           “Maybe I have time to repay you for this morning,” he said with a devilish grin, bringing Winston in close for a kiss.

           Winston’s cock got hard as his body was pressed against Daniel’s soft warm frame, but he reluctantly pulled himself away. Daniel had a confused look on his face.

           “No worries babe,” Winston said. “We will have plenty of time later.”

           Soon, the men were sitting at the table, eating the wonderful dinner Daniel made. The two talked about their lives before the amulet showed up and what they had hoped to do still. Neither one of them mentioned fat or sex. For the first time, they talked about themselves. Their true selves.

           Dessert was sliced on each plate and Winston was the first to finish his dessert.

           “Wow,” Daniel said with astonishment. “Someone must have been hungry.”

           Winston smiled. “Yeah, you could say that.”

           The two boys cleared the table, and as the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, there was a low growl from close by. Daniel looked at Winston.

           “What was that?”

           Just then the growl came again, louder and deeper than before and Winston grabbed his stomach. He looked up at Daniel.

           “Maybe I ate too much?” He straightened himself back up and pressing against the soft bathrobe was a bloated tummy.

           Daniel laughed, patting the hard, swollen bump in Winston’s robe. “Aww babe, you did eat too much. You’re just a little bloated.”

           As he rubbed his man’s swollen belly, he felt a strong vibration and another growl. Just then, Winston’s belly surged out and with some force, moved Daniel’s hand an inch or two back.

           “What the fuck?!”

           Winston, however, didn’t look as worried as Daniel.

           “Maybe it was something I ate?”

           Daniel looked back at Winston’s belly, and with another low growl, it lunged out another two inches. What shocked Daniel was that the gut didn’t take a hard shape anymore, but this time…it jiggled.

           It then clicked.

           “Babe, what did you do?”

           “Oh, nothing,” Winston said with a smile. “Just said some things when you were gone.

           Both men looked down as Winston’s belly began to grow. First what seemed to be a little pouch of belly fat began to grow beneath the robe. Daniel, completely mystified, put his hands on both sides of his boyfriend’s stomach, and felt every slosh and gurgle as the belly pushed against his big hands and was literally growing at his fingertips.

           Winston was feeling something completely different. As his belly continued to grow from a small freshman fifteen belly to something more serious, his body went warm. His stomach was beginning to tingle with each pound that was added, and he found the entire sensation erotic. Beside the feeling in his gut, he felt himself get a little turned on at the feeling of his body expanding.

           When it seemed that the cord was too tight on Winston’s belly, Daniel eagerly untied it, watching as the belly popped out and began to take on new life outside the confines of the soft material. As the ball gut grew, both men noticed Winston’s strong pecs go soft, growing out and downward like a pair of moobs. His nipples, little by little, stretched out and puffed out, making Winston moan with each bit of sensitivity. Daniel, needing no words, reached out and pinched a growing nipple, making Winston moan louder. He gripped his own belly as the growing accelerated even more.

           There was then the sound of ripping and stretching material. Daniel peered around Winston’s back and saw his ass fighting to break loose from the tight underwear. Another few pounds later, the underwear ripped and Winston’s ass broke free, jiggling as it grew. Daniel pushed Winston over the edge of the counter and pressed his face into the expanding ass, darting straight for Winston’s tight hole. As Daniel ate away at Winston’s ass, Winston continued to grow. His gut was now becoming mammoth, bigger than he thought he would get. His tits grew too, taking a perky doubled shape, his nipples stretching to accompany their new space. His cock, as big as it was, was beginning to vanish under the fat of Winston’s gut.

           Through the sensations of Daniel probing his hole with his tongue, the warm sensation of his body expanding, and the sharp pleasure from pinching his own nipples, he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he blew his load everywhere.

           “Babe…dick…NOW,” was all Winston could get out while moaning. Daniel quickly moved from fat front to even fatter back, moving passed Winton’s heavy belly to suck his cock, which was rapidly shrinking in the growing fatpad.

           He sucked away, grabbing what cock was left, while two fingers darted underneath and found their way up Winston’s ass. The feeling grew too powerful for Winston as he began to cum harder than he ever thought was possible. He moaned as he gripped Daniel’s head in place, forcing him to swallow every drop of salty sweet cum.

           As the orgasm died down and he allowed Daniel to come back up, Winston watched as his man, yet again, began to gain weight before his eyes. His belly grew outwards, refusing to sink below his waistline, and grew like an inflating beach ball. Not hard, but jiggly, as his chest followed in pursuit. While his tits didn’t grow as big as Winston’s they stayed perky with puffy nipples. His thighs and ass grew out more, much to Winston’s delight.

           “How do we keep forgetting this one?” Daniel said, laughing as he shook his belly, which was a few pounds away from making his new shirt obsolete.

           “Who says I forgot about it?” Winston said laughing.

           The two fat men kissed , feeling each other’s new bodies.

           “So,” Winston said, “This is as big as you wanted me to be?”

           “What do you mean, Daniel said, observing the damage Winston did to his body.

           “Well, when I said, ‘I want to be as fat as Daniel wants me to be, starting after we eat,’ I didn’t expect to be this big.”

           “What can I say, I like them big and fat,” Daniel said, leaning forward and licking Winston’s sensitive nipple, sending shockwaves throughout his tubby exterior.

           As the two men retired to bed, which by the way is now bigger to support the growth of two bigger sized men, Daniel couldn’t help but think what would be next for the two boys.

           “I think we should invite someone new over. Someone who deserves a good change in their life,” Winston said, as if reading Daniel’s mind.

           “Oh? And what do you have in mind?” Daniel asked, wrapping his arms around Winston’s blubber.

           “How would you like to wear the amulet for a night?”

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Part 3: Questions

Bilbo sat in front of the fire in one of the many libraries, a cup of tea in one hand, and a book in the other.

You sat on the chair to his left, a cup of tea in one hand, and Ori’s scribe book in the other. The young dwarf, sweet and courteous, made fast friends with you, and after wishing you could know What had all happened on the quest, he offered his book.

“You almost got eaten by trolls?” Bilbo took a small sip of his warm tea, and then set his book down. He cupped his hands around his tea, and nodded.

“The ponies went missing after Fili and Kili were supposed to be watching them. They sent me to try and find out what had happened, and while I was trying to steal a knife to release the ponies, I got caught.” Bilbo watched as you looked back down at the pages in the book, fingers moving over the small drawn pictures from Ori.

“And Thorin blames you?” Bilbo smiles and flushed, thinking back to the animosity Thorin once had for him.

It didn’t last, as Thorin on the carrock seemed to change his mind. That, for bilbo, wasn’t just a turning point in their friendship, but also in their relationship.

Bilbo could be more open and honest with himself about how he felt about the dwarf. And it was an internal battle for Bilbo.

He didn’t know if he would even survive the quest, and the feeling of falling in love on such a dangerous quest was intimidating.

It worked well for Bilbo, quite well. Though he knew there was a moment when he wasn’t sure if it would. It was after the battle, Thorin, Fili and Kili were all injured, severely. Bilbo hadn’t left Thorin’s side, he stuck by him. And he almost lost him.

“Who’s Thranduil?” Bilbo took another sip from his tea, thinking hard about how to really answer this question.

“Thranduil…” He hesitated, not wishing to speak ill about the Elven king, knowing that they would have to do trade with the Elven City.

“Thranduil is an elf obviously, judging by this picture.” Bilbo set his tea cup down on the small table in front of the pair of you.

He sat back, crossed his arms and chewed the inside of his cheek. He thought about what to say, and when he opened his mouth to answer your question, Thorin’s voice rang out in the library, diverting his attention.

“Bilbo? There is a matter we need to tend to.” He felt relieved that he didn’t get a chance to answer that question, as he didn’t exactly know what he would say.

“Yes of course Thorin. I’m sorry, Y/N. I’ll answer your questions another time.” As bilbo stood and turned, he knit his eyebrows together as he saw that it was not just Thorin, but Lady Dís as well.

“Y/N had questions?” Bilbo’s gaze didn’t leave Dís, getting very curious about her obvious staring at you.

“I had questions about the Elven king Thranduil.” Without raising your head, you spoke softly, your fingers tracing the lines of a drawing you were staring at.

Bilbo’s eyes narrowed, not by your unanswered question, but rather at the way Dís’ eyes were on you. Bilbo was a protective brother, and he wouldn’t just let anyone try to court you. You were his only blood relative left.

“It seems Lady Dís, that we need to speak in private.” As her eyes left you and fell on his, Bilbo crossed his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed.

“You wish to speak Master Baggins? What would you like to speak about?” As bilbo looked over his shoulder, to you, he saw your head lowered, focused solely on what was in Ori’s book.

“In private.” As you raised your head, coming to stare at the three of them, Bilbo saw Lady Dís’ eyes soften once more, and a small, warm smile creeped onto her beautiful face.

“Bilbo…What’re you doing…?” He knew you were growing suspicious of his intentions to talk to Dís alone, and judging from your growing frown, if bilbo hadn’t left soon, you may end up stopping his attempt.

“Bilbo..” He turned his head back and cleared his throat.

“I want to speak to you. Now. In private.” Not giving you the chance to interrupt, Bilbo started walking with Thorin and Dís, further away from you.

When the pair of them had stopped, Bilbo crossed his arms and puffed out his chest, trying to look as intimidating as possible.

It proved to be harder than he imagined when Dís turned her gaze solely on Bilbo, her eyes being a stark reminder of Thorin’s making Bilbo want to melt. He could feel his resolve cracking and cleared his throat again, as an attempt to to regain his composure.

“You have feelings for my sister.” He wasn’t besting sorinf the bush, and he wasn’t asking her, he was telling her. And Bilbo had expected her to lie, maybe avoid the question, but he did not expect her to be brutally honest.

“Feelings, Mr. Baggins? This is not some childhood crush. Your sister is my One. And my feelings for your sister go beyond mere attraction. I wish to enter a courtship with your sister, and when the time is right, I will love her, not just emotionally, but physically.” Bilbo stuttered and his jaw dropped for s moment at her stark honesty about her attraction and intentions with you.

“I desire your sister more than I have desired anything in my life, master Baggins. Your sister is intoxicating and alluring. She is a vixen and a siren, to drive me crazy with need.” He didn’t think she would be so bluntly obvious about her desires for you.

“I…You…she…” Bilbo squeaked and took a deep breath, stood straight, and despite his red face, addressed her as calmly as possible.

“My sister has never been with a woman. Or a man. I don’t know where her affections and desires lie.” He hoped he could and would sound as convincing as possible, though he knew it was a lie.

Even in the Shire, you tried to hide it as best as possible to avoid ridicule from the judgy hobbits, had desired women. You had told Bilbo late one night, 3 sheets to the wind, that you wanted to be with a woman. But you were afraid of never being able to while living in the Shire.

So you decided that if you could not be with a woman openly, than you be alone.

“Ghivashel, my little hobbit…” Bilbo froze as he felt Thorin move to stand behind him, Thorin’s hands moving to his hips.

He felt his lips against his ear, brushing against the soft flesh, his warm breath sending shivers down Bilbo’s spine.

“If you are worried about your sisters virtue, if you are worried about her being hurt, I can guarantee that my sister will not be the one to hurt your sister. My sister will be as attentive, protective and caring as I am. She will love her just as I love you, and for the rest of your days, your sister will be as spoiled as you are. Maybe even more.” Bilbo’s eyes fluttered closed as Thorin’s lips moved along the shell of his ear, and then dipped down to his neck.

“Amrâlimê, my sister merely wishes to get to know and court your sister. My sister wants to make Y/N happy. To please her. Don’t you want your sister to be happy?” Bilbo could’ve cursed Thorin in that moment if he hadn’t enjoyed his lips and hand against his body.

“T-Thorin…” He gasped as Thorin but down gently on Bilbo’s neck, sending shudders through him.

“Y-yes. If she w-wants to court D-Dís I won’t stand in the w-way.” Bilbo moaned as Thorin started nipping and sucking lightly on his neck, drawing mewls and moans from him.

“Good. Now hurry up. We have places to be.” When Thorin pulled away, Bilbo turned his glare towards the dwarf king, irritated that he would get him all worked up and not deliver.

“You played me.” Thorin smiled at Bilbo, his hand grasping Bilbo’s, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, ghivashel.”

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katchyalater  asked:

14, 50, or 58! Any pairing :)

i went with 50 (the idiot jar one) and tweaked it just a bit


See, the jar thing was an accident. Really, it was.

It starts off because he inadvisably becomes roommates with Clarke. Which was also an accident. It’s not his fault that their leases were up around the same time, and okay, maybe he could have looked into other places, but it’s easier to split rent and utilities with another person, plus she works just a few blocks away from his school so it just made sense, okay?

(At least, that’s what he word vomited to Octavia when she tried to pry.

“Just admit that you want to move in with your crush and save yourself the hassle,” she says with a dramatic roll of her eyes and Bellamy doesn’t pout, but comes startlingly close to it.)

So that’s how he moves in with Clarke Griffin.

And finds out that she’s an absolutely terrible roommate. Not to mention adult.

Which lead to the jar.

“I’m starting an idiot jar,” he tells her when she stumbles into the kitchen one morning, still squinting at everything suspiciously. He has to bite back a grin before he waves the empty milk carton in front of her face.

“What the fuck,” she says, reeling back a little.

“Every time you do something stupid- like leave your shoes in the middle of the hallway or forget to throw out an empty carton from the fridge- you have to put a dollar in the jar,” he continues, cutting the top off the carton, already having washed it out. Bellamy slaps it down on the kitchen table and slides it across to her. “Pay up.”

Clarke just blinks owlishly at him. “Okay, one, that isn’t a jar. And two, don’t you think ‘complete adult failure why does she even try’ would be more apt?”

“Maybe, but you do a lot of other idiotic things besides fail at being adult.”

“Gee thanks Bellamy. Really feeling the love.”

“Good to know. Now eat your eggs. You need to eat something other than poptarts in the morning.”

Shovelling a mouthful of eggs into her mouth, Clarke points her fork at him and says, “If you’re gonna start and idiot jar, I’m gonna start a grump jar.”

Bellamy scoffs, throwing a dish towel over his shoulder. “You can’t just steal my idea, Clarke.”

“Shut up it’s not stealing it’s- it’s a game. Whoever gets more money from the other by Christmas wins.”

“Wins what?” he finds himself asking, grudgingly intrigued.

“All the money from both jars,” she says, “Every time you complain, or act like an eighty year old grandpa, you put a dollar in my jar.”

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Car Keys Pt 2

Author’s Note: Ah, I’m sorry, this took a lot longer than expected! However, I have some news~ I’m coming out with another MX fic soon! Try to guess what member it is :) -Admin L

Genre: Fluff/Angst, Bad Boy!AU

Member/Group: Kihyun/Monsta X

Originally posted by wonhobe

“This guy had the nerve,” you hissed to yourself, heading towards the dumb blonde you called your best friend. You could’ve sworn that steam was coming out of your nose, but you wouldn’t know, as you hid yourself from everyone but your childhood best friend.

That friend was tagged Wonho. His real name was Shin Hoseok, but seeing as there was a few of those around, he went by Wonho. You called him whatever you preferred, though; in this case? Dumb blonde.

Your hand curled on his shoulder as you forcefully turned him around. He seemed to have been talking with someone, but you didn’t care. His eyes were wide as he made eye contact, observing how angry you were. From your point of view, you could tell he was gauging how angry you were.

You were not in the mood to wait, though, and quickly dragged him to the side. Your hand unconsciously curled into the fabric of his sleeve and tugged harshly as you walked, nails digging into his arm. You were pissed and there was no stopping you.

“What happened?” He immediately asked once you came to a spot where no one went. Just then you noticed how tightly you were gripping him, and quickly let go, muttering an apology quickly before speaking up.

“Kihyun happened. He’s pissed over his grades, and I almost punched him,” You said, sighing as you folded your arms. Wonho didn’t look surprised nor did he look impressed, but you were less worried about his emotions.

“I’m not surprised.” Wonho responded bluntly, stating the obvious regardless of whether you wanted to know or not. You huffed slightly, not noticing who just walked by. 

The bell rung loudly throughout the school,  and it was time for your now least favorite class: English, aka the class you shared with Kihyun and his group of friends. You turned to Wonho, fiddling with your binder as he got ready to go.

“We’ll continue talking later, have fun in Math,” you hummed, knowing he was going to dread the class from the huff he gave. However, as soon as you turned around, a certain pink haired boy turned the corner and rammed right into you.

“What the fuck?” He cursed after colliding with you, and you felt your anger level rise just a notch. He didn’t even have the decency to say sorry.

“Watch where you’re standing,” he hissed. Kihyun was in a bad mood everyday now, it seemed. You stepped to the side to let him pass, only because you didn’t feel like making a fight.


More time passed as you sat in class, the heel of your hand resting on your chin, holding it up. Usually Kihyun was never late to class, but it had been ten minutes since that bell rang, and you were wondering where the hell that guy went.

You were about to tell yourself to stop worrying about him and focus on work when the teacher spoke up, suprising you with your name. You took your eyes off the door oddly reluctantly and looked up at the toppling teacher.

“Y/N, can you go find Mr. Yoo, please?” The teacher spoke, as if asking a question, although you knew it wasn’t an option.You let out a sigh, reluctant to get up, but the hard look your teacher was giving you motivated you.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll go.” You muttered, putting your binder under your desk. You didn’t bother to take one of those dumb hall passes, they were useless. Flipping your hoodie up, you began traveling the school.

The first place you went was to the locker rooms. There was no pink haired punk there, so you moved to the cafeteria. Yet, still no sign of that dumbass.

Finally, you were left with one place- outside. You hated that word. ‘Outside’ just described one of your least favorite places.

You jogged slowly to get outside. If he was anywhere out here, he’d most likely be out in the bleachers, you guessed. But why would he be alone?

As you came closer to the giant set of metal seats, you saw the all too familiar pink mop of hair that made Kihyun stand out. Strangely enough, you loved his hair- it always looked so soft, and even through your rivalry you wanted to see if it truly was as soft as it looked.

As you came even closer, you noticed his head was down. What was wrong with this guy? Was he trying to take a nap in the wind?

“Hey! Where the fuck have you been-” you yelled, before realizing you heard him sniffling. Stopping yelling, you knew at that moment something was wrong: Yoo Kihyun doesn’t cry, yet here he was.

You don’t know what possessed you at that moment, but you rushed over, sitting down and looking under so you could see his face. But he hid more, and a miserable whimper touched your ears.

“If you’re going to yell at me, go away.” He whispered, voice hoarse and catching in his throat. A feeling of guilt washed over you and you suddenly felt bad for him.

A small wave of confidence overtook the guilt, though. Before you could comprehend it, your hands were on his cheeks, lifting his face up to look at you. You were certain you were going to make this right. Why? You didn’t know, but seeing him cry didn’t feel right.

Bruises. The first thing you saw was bruises. A purple ring around his eye, a cut on his cheek, a fat lip; all things you hated.

Finally Understood (Part 2) - Lydia Martin Imagine

Originally posted by beautiful-brides-weddings

“part 2 + If possible, could you put an adorable proposal and at the wedding, could you put in pictures of them throughout there years, and maybe have the whole pack there” - @lydias-girl  

Part 1 - Part 2

a/n: Sorry it  took me so long to make this imagine I’ve been really busy lately and I needed some time for myself but I’m better now and I’m going to start working on imagines again. I hope you enjoy this imagine!

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anonymous asked:

What do you think about tangled aus with keith as rapunzel and lance as finn? i won't lie, i've read a fic with this au and enjoyed it. i'm asking bc i saw your post abt beauty and the beast aus and i agree 100%. if you don't like this placement for the tangled au, which charcters do you think would fit better?

Personally, I’m never really too much of a fan of AUs that attempt to cast one set of characters as a different set of characters because they’ll never actually match up.

Like- Lance and Flynn. They’re closer than usual, with this, but I’d argue that Lance has a better hold on his issues than Flynn does. Flynn at the beginning of the story has taken an out- he’s completely covered up his soft emotional side and vulnerabilities, and cut off connecting with people. He has a very poorly-built and transient alliance with the Stabbington Brothers, sells them out with zero hesitation, and mocks them.

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anonymous asked:

sasori is born in the same gen as sakura au

*whispers* thank you anon

Hmmm gonna say this starts not too long after Sakura begins training with Tsunade (so no Sasuke and Naruto for the time being). Reminder that Komushi was that filler character in that episode where Sasori is like, 12, and they were friends.

1. Sakura and Sasori first encounter each other in Konoha. Chiyo was on a diplomatic mission to Konoha and decided very reluctantly to bring Sasori with her, at Komushi’s request, who said very bluntly how obvious it was that she was avoiding her grandson. Well, Chiyo was seeing that her method to introduce Sasori into puppetry and ninjutsu as a form of distraction from the loss of his parents wasn’t working, and as much as she didn’t want to coddle the boy either (there was too much guilt there to even try to reach out to him), she figured teaching the boy a thing or two about diplomacy couldn’t hurt. His social skills were abysmal.

Chiyo and Sasori arrived in Tsunade’s office at Hokage tower, and they both noticed the young girl in the corner of the office at her own smaller desk right away, mostly because of the pink hair. She was diligently studying a scroll of some sort, and only looked up when they first entered the room for the briefest of moments, offering a small smile before returning to her work. Sasori noted the hair color with bemusement, but thought little else of it, while Sakura was too worried about cramming her head full of common poison ingredients to give the two new comers a second thought.

2. During his stay in Konoha, Tsunade entrusted Sakura in showing Sasori around while she discussed business with Chiyo. Thinking nothing of it, Sakura happily agreed and showed up at the diplomat’s suite bright and early. She must have waited a solid 5 seconds after knocking before the door opened just a crack, revealing a boy who looked as if her sudden appearance was the most offensive thing in the world. His disposition alarmed her for only a moment before the boys expression was schooled into a blank mask, and his chilly ‘What?’ refused to deter her. Sakura shook it off and held out a hand, introducing herself with her most winning smile (it worked on Sasuke of all people, so she wasn’t too worried) and an explanation as to why she was there.

Sasori promptly shut the door in her face. 

3. Sakura eventually won over Sasori… well, he didn’t outright ignore her when she tried to talk to him, so she chalked that up as a win. She just kept trying and trying, talking about the weather and some facts about konoha at first, but those types of useless things didn’t work on Sasori. It wasn’t until she started to talk a bit about herself that he showed a modicum of interest. Once she revealed that she was studying poisons, he finally began to look at her as something more than just a bug. He knew a whole lot about the subject too, much more than she did, but it only made her determined to learn enough to be better than him. He didn’t show it outright (he was more expressionless than Kakashi-sensei, and he wore a mask for gods sake), but there was just this air of arrogance about him that Sakura had the deepest desire to squash. 

Eventually this desire turned into enjoyment, because even though it was something like pulling teeth to get Sasori to even talk, once he talked about something he clearly enjoyed, it was hard to take her eyes off of him. Deep down there was a burning passion for his craft (puppets as well as poison, oddly, but Sakura herself had her own fascination with the human body, so she couldn’t really judge), and even the doll-like features of his face couldn’t hide it from her. 

On the flip side of things, Sasori found the pink haired girl very odd. But not boring and unworthy of his time like most other people. Her voice was soft too, (when she wasn’t being a harpy and yelling at him at least) and it did something to him that always made him feel a littler warmer than he ought to be. She was a bit of a pain that way.

4. Sasori and Chiyo, as well as the rest of the Suna nin that accompanied them, left a month after their arrival. Before that, Sakura saw them off at the gate, hands clasped behind her back as she exchanged some pleasant good-byes with Chiyo. 

Wisely, Chiyo went ahead with the other Suna nin to give Sasori time to say bye to Sakura when others weren’t around. Strangely, he seemed almost fond of the young kunoichi from Konoha. He certainly never dismissed her presence like he would with most people; even his friend Komushi couldn’t get him to talk as much as he did with Sakura. It was only a shame she didn’t live in Suna, because she clearly got to sasori in ways no one else was able to. 

Sasori, instead of saying good bye like a normal person would, mentioned offhandedly that he expected to be able to discuss poisons more in depth with her next time they meant. She was good, he said, but not as good as he was. Sakura fumed, as per usual when their exchanges took this turn, and told him promptly that by the time they met again, she’d be able to find an antidote to every poison he could concoct. It seemed big talk, and just talk was pointless in Sasori’s opinion, but she WAS good, and only studied the subject a short of amount of time so far. He would be interested to see how much she would undoubtedly improve. He told her this outright, not thinking much of it and only mildly curious as to why her cheeks turned red. 

Well, she said, tucking a strand of pink hair behind an ear, you should probably catch up with your grandma.

It was at this point that Chiyo looked back, wondering why it was taking so long for her grandson to catch up. She as a good distance away from the Konoha gates, but not so far away that she couldn’t see Sakura give Sasori a light kiss on the cheek. 

It goes without saying that she was too stunned to even speak to Sasori after he caught up with her for the first few minutes of their travel home together, though she did take sneaky glances at him every now and then. She didn’t think she ever saw her grandson look so much like a 12 year old boy until that moment. 


5. Sasori and Sakura exchanged letters from time to time. They next saw each other when they were 15 and Sakura was sent there to help cure the Kazekage’s brother, who has been inflicted with a poison that no one seemed to be able to cure. And she did it flawlessly, and as annoyed as Sasori was, he wasn’t surprised, and even a little glad he hadn’t wasted his time continuing to talk to this woman who was clearly a powerhouse in the making. He only had time for those who had value in some way or another. 

When the Kazekage’s brother was out of the danger zone, Sasori lead Sakura to where she would be staying the night. Before she went inside, she made it a point to invade his personal space as she always did by hugging him around the waist, not too tight but firm enough to be real

He didn’t hug her back, but he did press his nose into her hair and closed his eyes, enjoying the sense of peace he rarely even got to feel anymore.


this has the potential for so much more though. why just 5 headcanons though??

glowstickia  asked:

*coughs* bullymagnet *coughs* COFFEE SHOP AU


Max stared awkwardly over the counter. RJ gave him a brief, disinterested glance before going back to what they’d been doing before Max had walked in. Max was in here enough that RJ knew this sudden change would take some time to register. They knew, of course, who Max was expecting to see across the counter. Honestly, RJ wished that person was here too, but figured, hey, maybe this could work out in their favor?

“Are you going to order?” RJ finally asked after several seconds of intense silence. They watched as Max jumped and began to fumble for something to say.

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Malia- Promise Me

Request- Could you do an imagine with Malia X female human reader. We’re she accidentally hurts the reader and feels really bad and become protective. Thank you. Your blog is awesome.

A/N- Thank you hun! So speaking of Theo, it looks like he’s coming back. While I’d rather have some other characters back *cough cough* Kira *cough cough*, it’ll be interesting to see how they justify that. I’m really hoping season 6 just brings everything full circle. 

“You didn’t have to come with me, you know,” Malia told you as you followed Theo down the dark, musty tunnel.
“I wasn’t just going to leave you alone with him,” you said, watching his back carefully as his sneakers squelched on the wet floor.
“You do realize I’m right in front of you, don’t you?” Theo asked, his smooth voice echoing back into the tunnel.
“Yes,” you stated bluntly, the irritation obvious in your voice.
“Could you just pretend to trust me for like, five minutes?” he questioned. “I’m trying to help.”
“Yeah, but at what price?” you muttered to Malia.
“I need to find the my mom,” Malia stated. “She has Deaton, Y/n. If Scott finds out that it’s my fault she has him, he’ll hate me forever. If that happens, I might as well join Theo.”
“Again,” the chimera called back. “Right in front of you.”
You reached out to grab her hand, giving her one reassuring squeeze as the tunnels began to open up into a wide room. “I’d never let that happen. We’ll find her and we’ll find Deaton.”
It was only an hour ago that Theo had agreed to take you to the Dread Doctor’s lab and explain how they had found you all, or more specifically the supernatural creatures of the pack. It all had something to do with their geolocation and heat signatures, but apparently whatever they had used would lead you to the Desert Wolf as well.
You eyed Malia as you stepped into the lab, a little unsettled by all the sharp, bloodied tools and instruments lining the metal tables. There was long chair in the center of the room, complete with straps to hold someone down. The walls were coated with dried, dark stains that you had no intention of asking about. No matter how troubling they were, you just didn’t want to know.
“Scared?” Theo asked with a smirk.
“And you aren’t?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow. “Oh wait, I forgot. You’re a science project, so this must feel like home to you.”
Theo’s eyes narrowed, but Malia stepped in front of you. “Stop it. Theo, you said you wanted to help, so help. How can I find my mother?”
Theo eyed you carefully, bitterly, like he wanted to say something more. But then the tension in his shoulders disappeared and he walked over to one of the cluttered metal tables. You watched as he picked up a pair of what looked like metal goggles, rusty and worn from years of use.
“This is how they found all of you,” Theo explained. “If you put them on, you can look for the Desert Wolf.”
“Woah, woah, woah,” you said as Malia began to reach for them. “These were made by the Dread Doctors? How do we know they won’t kill you if you put them on?”
“I guess you’re just going to have to trust me,” Theo told you with raised eyebrows. “It’s a good thing you’re not putting them on, Y/n.”
“Malia, come on,” you begged. “You can’t trust him.”
“He’s gotten us this far,” Malia told you. “Y/n, there’s no other way.”
“There has to be,” you said softly.
“Not this time, sweetheart,” Theo told you with a smirk. “Go ahead, put them on.”
Malia sighed, looking down at the goggles in her hands. She slowly began to raise them, but Theo spoke up again.
“Oh yeah, you might wanna tie her down first,” he informed you.
“What?” you asked, looking over at Malia in shock. “Of course not.”
Theo shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
Malia swallowed and raised the goggles onto her head. She pulled them down over her eyes, expecting to see something right away. Instead, she suddenly felt a searing pain in her eye sockets, causing her to scream out. She doubled over in pain, and you cried out “Malia!”
Theo grabbed your arm as you darted forward, yanking you back toward him. “What are you doing?! Get off of me!”
“I’m trying to help you!” Theo snarled.
“Let me go,” you spat, wrenching your arm from his grasp.
He huffed and stepped back as you darted over to Malia, crying out her name.
“Malia,” you said, reaching out to place your hand on her shoulder.
She suddenly reached up, grasping your arm tightly. You gasped as her claws sank into your skin, going deep enough to draw blood.
“Malia,” you choked. “What are you-Malia!”
She suddenly straightened up with a gasp, releasing your arm and stumbling backward. “I see her! I know where she is!”
You brought a hand to your arm, covering the sticky surface of your skin. Blood was still dripping from the cuts, but you were just relieved Malia had found her mother. Now that was one less thing you would have to worry about.
“I did it!” she cried breathlessly as she tore off the goggles, blood still dripping from her eyes. “I-Y/n?”
The joyful light faded from her eyes as she caught sight of you, standing there with blood dripping from your arm. The metallic stench of it filled her nose and she looked down at her own hands, which were covered in the same dark substance.
“Oh god,” she whispered, hurrying over to you. “I did that to you.”
“It’s fine,” you assured her. “I didn’t listen to Theo. I should have stayed back.”
“It’s not fine,” she said softly, walking forward to examine your arm. “God, I’m so sorry. I’ll find something to wrap it with.”
She walked over to a few of the metal cabinets, rifling through them in an effort to find something to wrap your arm. The clearing of a throat beside you caused you to look over, and you found that Theo was standing next to you, a roll of gauze in his hands. He nodded down to your arm and you realized you hadn’t even seen him disappear from the room.
“You should have listened to me,” he told you as you reluctantly held out your arm. “Maybe you don’t trust me, but-”
“Get away from her!” Malia snarled, practically shoving him to the side as she took his place.
She glared at Theo, her eyes flashing blue. He might have been trying to help and he had, but Malia still hadn’t forgotten that he had tried to kill both of you at one point. She didn’t want Theo anywhere near you while you were hurt, even if it was just a few scratches.
Theo rolled his eyes, but handed her the gauze anyway, stepping aside and crossing his arms over his chest. He knew better than to get in the way of a territorial coyote.
“I was trying to help,” he said stiffly.
Malia ignored him as she tenderly wrapped your arm in the gauze, gently tying it off. When she was finished, she pulled you against her without warning, wrapping her arms around you and just holding you there.
“Malia,” you said into her chest, just slightly confused. “It was only a few scratches.”
But deep down, you knew this was about more than her scratching you. You knew that she was about to go off and lay her life on the line against her mother, who wanted nothing more than her head on a platter. Finding the Desert Wolf meant Malia was forced to take action and she didn’t want to lose you in the middle of it.
“Promise me you’ll stay home tonight,” she whispered.
“Malia, no-”
“Promise me,” she ordered. “Y/n, please. Just do it, okay? You can’t get caught up in this.”
“Okay,” you whispered. “I’ll stay home.”
“Thank you,” she told you, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your lips. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”
You reached up, running your thumb across her bloodied cheek. “I think I do.”
“Thank you,” Malia told Theo as she released you, eyeing him carefully like she hadn’t wanted to say it.
“Of course,” Theo said. “I know what you guys think of me, but I’m not a total bad guy.”
Prove it, you wanted to say, but you knew there was nothing Theo could do to make you trust him ever again. He may have helped you this once, but you knew he hadn’t just transformed into a whole new person. While you wanted to believe he was the guy who could achieve redemption, you were sure that Theo had ulterior motives.
While that was troubling, you figured you didn’t have time to worry, and you put thoughts of Theo’s betrayal out of your mind and turned back to Malia.
“Come on,” you said, eyeing the blood on her face and reaching for her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”


Tomoyo turned her head to look at the breeder, her expression surprised as she let out a small “…Really you had the chance to kiss someone before?….was it…nice?” she trailed off feeling her cheeks really heat up as she looked at her lap, she shouldn’t be prying like that

Now feeling somewhat disappointed along with regretting bringing up the question overall, from the top of her head without thinking really.

Tomoyo had made it bluntly obvious to the breeder from her questions that she had never been kissed before, not by anyone.

There was sadness in her eyes, as she looked heavily embarrassed. “…I’ve never had the opportunity personally. but you see it on Tv all the time and they always look blissful, There was also Shoichi and his girlfriend yesterday. I just couldn’t help but wonder…” she mentioned her tone rather lonely and innocent.