both of them have been dealing with much more terrifying shit for their whole life)

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(I’ve started a little “series” thing. I’ve got ideas for all of the Potter-Malfoy kids and I’ll be releasing drawings and headcanons of them. I hope you enjoy!! I’d advise that you go look at the other kid’s stuff to avoid confusion)

The next of the Potter-Malfoy kids I’d like to introduce you to is Eltanin

  • It was May of 2006, and Eudora was about 4-5 months along with Alsafi when Harry opened the front door to find a baby snoozing on his doorstep. 
  • The baby looked newly born, with tufts of hair on his head, two patches of which, Harry noticed, were bright white.
  • With the shock of it all, Harry dropped a quite heavy bag he had been planning to bring with him to work
  • It made a loud thunk right next to the baby + harry just winced expecting to hear shrieks of crying
  • but the baby was silent
  • Harry ofc immediately hurried him inside to make sure he was warm and alive with no obvious problems.
  • and that’s when the baby began to wail 
  • It’s crying echoed through the house, loud enough to wake up the whole house. (8 y/o Teddy, 4 y/o twins, 2 y/o Cassiopeia and of course, nearly 26 y/o Draco)
  • Harry wasn’t able to quiet the baby + was v scared that perhaps the baby was in pain or had some sort of medical issue.
  • So, Draco stumbles down stairs + before he sees the baby he’s yawning and asking why Cassiopeia is shrieking that loudly 
  • … and then he freezes. that baby is not Cassiopeia. He’s much smaller, and much darker. 
  • he’s only frozen for a grand total of 2 seconds before he starts to freak out
  • “whO’S BABY IS THAT?! WHY DO YOU HAVE A BABY ?! OH GOD. HARRY DID YOU STEAL A BABY?!” 
  • + for just a hot, terrifying second, Draco looks around expecting to find Eudora. But no, this wasn’t their baby, Alsafi. It was too big to be so premature.
  • Harry , still trying to rock the baby attempts to calmly explain that no, he did not steal a baby
  •  In the wee hours of this morning, Draco + Harry are running around trying to figure out what to do.
  • They finally get the baby to quiet down in Draco’s arms, while Harry sits across from him. 
  • Draco’s looking down at the boy and with a jolt, sees that his eyes are open. and he just kind of… gaps down at him. 
  • “…harry… his eyes… one’s- one’s bright blue.” He just whispers distractedly and bit concerned. 
  • He generally wouldn’t be concerned about Heterochromia, but the fact that this boy did not seem to be able to genetically have any shade of blue eyes worried him 
  • perhaps he had been cursed and left to them?
  • Harry comes over too and stares down at the infant. Something is itching at the back of brain
  •  “We have to take him to St. Mungo’s don’t we?” 
  • So they send a fire message to Molly to come watch the kids while before flooing over to St. Mungos.
  • Mediwitches take the boy and inspect him, all while Draco and Harry wait in another room, anxious.
  • They’re eventually told that the boy is a newborn and looks to have “Moderate Sedendum Syndrome” which the muggles call “Type II Waardenburg Syndrome.”
  • The boy is permanently deaf and has pigmentation issues. The only major concern is that they need to watch him for Kidney and Pulmonary Artery Abnormalities, but he should be fine. 
  • The mediwitch also shows them that a boy had been written on on his stomach, leaving a message that his parents did not want him because of his condition (in which, they thought it a curse) and that they left it with Draco and Harry because they’re “collecting kids anyway? What’s one more?”
  • This message later leaves Hermione to make the note that the baby’s parents are probably purebloods, as they didn’t think it could be a mundane defect
  • Harry gently scrubs it off with his own hands, feeling a bit angry and protective over the boy already 
  • Then starts the long and complicated meetings with the Social work department of the Ministry. + the long conversations over whether or not they should keep the boy, especially with a son already on the way.
  • They end up deciding to send him to the “international foster home” I mentioned before bc two newborn babies to take care of in the span of 5 months didn’t seem like something they could realistically handle with all their children.
  • but that night neither of them can sleep, and in their guts it just feels right to take the boy in. because over all the time trying to figure out what to do with him, they had both been thinking about things like names, and what his room would look like and whether Anita would share with him or not. What house he would be in. What kind of magic he would do.
  • So they take him (bc shit, their first children were twins, they could do this) and name him Eltanin (Lucius). and get him fitted for hearing aids (cute little ones with nifflers on them) 
  • They begin to teach the other kids sign language immediately, learning themselves constantly, so that by the time Eltanin is 6 months old, they can start working with him on it. 
  • they also try to anticipate his future life, Hogwarts and beyond that. 
  • they meet with lots of people. deaf wizards and muggles as well as parents of deaf wizards and muggles. speech therapists. doctors. specialists. anyone who can give them a full view. (one of these people happen to be Theodore Nott, who had recently had a son who was born with profound hearing loss)
  • They had a few main questions: Should they encourage him to learn to speak and sign at the same time? Can he even learn to speak with profound hearing loss? Should he get a cochlear implant or not? Should he not go to Hogwarts and instead go to a school for the deaf, where he could feel more culturally intact? 
  • In short, it all boils down to, how much will his deafness affect his life?
  • They decide to go ahead with a witch speech therapist, specifically trained to deal with children with profound hearing loss. 
  • They want him to learn to speak and sign, but were advised not to invest in a cochlear implant, because Eltanin may not want it in the future. He could go to Hogwarts, but should probably have regular contact with other deaf wizards. Which means lots of playdates with Hyacinthus Nott.
  • he’s not a crier, or a complainer, or a tantrum thrower.
  • He’ll cry if he needs something and stops when he gets it. If he falls, he asks for a bandaid and moves on. If he’s upset he hides it.
  • As Eltanin gets older this concerns Harry greatly. He begins to tell Eltanin when he’s 5 that he can come to Harry if he’s upset. That he won’t be mad or judge him if that’s what he’s worried about. That it’s okay to be upset, it’s okay to show that sometimes, even if they aren’t your shining and most proud moments.
  • But Eltanin is happy kid. He’s very bubbly and one that jokes around a lot
  • but he’s also sassy. Like.. too sassy for his own good. He’s a back talker and frequent sarcasm user. (He signs sarcastically, I mean. no one even knows how he manages it) 
  • He insists on continuing the whole “niffler hearing aids” thing for his entire life bc this boy is obsessed with extremely random things
  • He loves nifflers, finds them fascinating. and the Goblin Rebellions? Don’t even get him started. He also likes Korean Wizard rock bands that Harry constantly dad jokes him about
  • Though he and Alsafi are only 7 months apart, they end up going into separate years bc of the August cut off and Eltanin never lets him forget it. “I am your older brother, therefore my clear authority over you dictates that…”
  • He gets to Hogwarts and the hat takes a very long time to decide. Is he a Gryffindor or is he Ravenclaw or …”Slytherin!” 
  • Eltanin was well liked by his housemates, who immediately learned sign language for him. Even the Slytherins who didn’t know Eltanin learned to sign
  • It eventually got to the point of being a tradition in the Slytherin house, which was upheld for many decades past Eltanin being there.
  • (Around 12 Eltanin’s hair turned completely white, which his housemates thought was super cool.)
  • Everything seemed amazing for Eltanin and the other kids but, at this point people started to talk. 
  • Those who went through the war and knew what Draco Malfoy did. Those who were so anti-dark wizard that they couldn’t believe- didn’t believe - that Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world, could really marry Draco Malfoy of his own free will, in his right mind. and on the other hand, why would Draco Malfoy want to marry and have kids with Harry Potter anyway? Not to mention, they were turning out mostly Slytherin children…
  • It was still only whispers and rumors and conspiracy, still things whispered behind hands and laughed at by most. The kids were teased sometimes, something Teddy always put a stop to.
  • .. until about a year later when Rita Skeeter released a 962 page book. “Draco Malfoy’s Dark Secret” 
  • It outlined (with plenty of extremely convincing evidence) how Draco is continually slipping Harry love potions in order to trap him, and is now taking in children to brainwash and turn into soldiers, “or worse, experiment on”. It painted Harry as a tragic victim and their kids as possibly dangerous.
  • To the general public this accusation seemed extremely far fetched and completely silly. Some saying it “worthy of the Lovegoods” until they read it.
  • When Draco and Harry got a copy in their hands, they were sure that if they hadn’t been them, they would have a hard time not believing this theory, with all the evidence they’d no idea how Rita acquired. 
  • Ron even half believed it. Harry caught him checking a mug of coffee Draco had made for him, and tried to ask Harry if he was sure of what was going on. 
  • Harry had just snatched the drink away and gulped it down, looking Ron straight in the eye and refusing to speak to him for days. 
  • It was the kids who took the brunt of it really. Teddy had graduated and the Slytherins were the only ones who took up for them.
  • It got so bad that Sirius ended up taking refuge, sleeping in turns in her sibling’s beds and studying between breaks in the Slytherin common room. 
  • It began to be a normal sight to see red and gold Sirius sitting in their common room.
  • Rita’s book was even banned in Hogwarts in an attempt to help the kids.
  • Harry and Draco had to keep holed up inside, with Ginny bringing the necessities.
  • It was interestingly Neville who came to the aid of Harry. With the help of Luna and Hannah, he put together a book with interviews, pictures and stories from anyone who knew Harry and Draco well.
  •  Rolf, Hermione, Ron, Dean, Seamus, Pavarti and Padma, all the Weasleys, Dennis Creevey, Eltanin’s speech therapist, Narcissa and Lucius, Andromeda, Hagrid, Professors Mcgonagall, Sprout, Slughorn and Flitwick, Eleanora, various Mediwitches and healers. Mrs Figg, Cho Chang, Viktor Krum, Gabrielle Delacor, and even Blaise, Pansy, Theodore and their spouses showed up to help. 
  • The book was exactly 963 pages and was simply labeled “the Truth About the Potter-Malfoy Family” 
  • It didn’t exactly cause the Potter-Malfoys to be considered a group angels, but it did finally quiet the craziness Rita had started.
  • Eltanin had a relatively normal Hogwarts-career after that fiasco.
  • He’s the only of the kids that didn’t play quidditch, but you bet your ass he was out there with their names on hid forehead whenever they played.
  • Eltanin is a fantastic Potioneer
  • He ended up going by “Malfoy” 
  • + after being told about their parents as students, he and Alsafi jokingly sneered “Potter” “Malfoy” at each other whenever they passed

8/13/2017

Trinket Trove

Pairing: McHanzo

Rating: G

Summary: No shiny object is safe with Hanzo’s dragons around. Not even something as important as a ring…

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Written for @mchanzo-week 2017, for Day 4 (Red/Blue) and 5 (Traditional/Unorthodox) 

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Author’s Note: This has been sitting in my drafts for a long ass time but McHanzo Week finally kicked me into gear to get it done. Helped that it fit two prompts


Jesse McCree was a man who knew how to roll with the punches. Resourcefulness was a skill he had perfected over years of being on the run after he deserted from Blackwatch, and hell, even maybe before that.

This. This was not something Jesse could easily roll with.

Jesse had already torn his own room apart looking for the ring. It wasn’t a simple case of him simply forgetting where he had hidden it either. Yes, he had to have hidden it somewhere incredibly sneaky to avoid Hanzo simply coming across it, but he had checked every single nook and cranny in the room. Shit, he had even checked the ceiling tiles.

No matter how high or low Jesse looked however, the engagement ring he’d finally saved up enough money for was absolutely nowhere to be seen. He weighed his options, which were looking to be either: A) letting the cat out of the bag and asking Hanzo for his help or B) tear the entire base apart. The latter option was the one Jesse decided on, not quite ready to face the music. Hanzo always had said he was a stubborn man. Jesse just liked to prove him right time and time again.

He made it all the way to the rec room before Hanzo discovered him.

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hostess || jerome valeska x reader

“he keeps you in a box by the bed - alive, but just barely.”

reader gender: female

words: 7919

warnings: violence, NSFW, abuse. He’s evil, folks!

also available on: AO3

The fact that she was lucky was fortunate for [Y/N]. When she cheated on a test, she didn’t get caught. When she ran red lights, she didn’t get caught. When she rolled dice, she got Yahtzee every time. When she stole expensive things from high-end retailers, the staff practically helped her pocket their merchandise. And she supposed it was some sort-of luck that she ended up in the same department store as a recently escaped convict.

She’d been in the process of casing the building, planning on returning at a later date to commit a felony, when a man strode in her direction. [Y/N] paid him no mind - she didn’t know him, and there was no reason to assume that he knew her, so she figured he’d carry on without much incident. How surprised she was to glance up from her cell phone only to be engulfed by a pair of strong, unfamiliar arms.

Instinctually, she made a move to scream, but her face was entirely smothered by a broad shoulder. Before she could even begin to struggle, the arms held tighter.

There was a hot whisper in her right ear, breath wafting down her neck. “If you don’t play along, it’s gonna mean big trouble for you, toots.”

She felt herself being rocked from side-to-side like he was an affectionate lover and not some malevolent stranger.

“Understand?”

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So yesterday we talked about how Robin Hood made friends with John “Little John” Little, and maybe you are craving some more Real Deal Robin Hood, but there’s also the distinct possibility that you are hoping today’s story of the day also involves more of those riverside fights to the death between psychopaths. If you want more of both, BOY, HAVE I GOT GOOD NEWS FOR YOU, because today, we are going to talk about how Robin Hood made friends with his other famous ally: Friar Tuck. And YES, it also involves riverside violence, because Robin Hood is a psychopath and that is his only way of making meaningful bonds with others.

RIGHT, so this happens a while after Robin and John have become even bigger threats to society by combining their savagery. There’s like three hundred odd bandits in the Murderous Mass of Merry Men now, their mansion has received some expansions, courtesy of all that money they were totally giving to the poor SNRK and Robin was pretty famous by now. So Robin and the lads were shooting arrows at animals just for kicks, because killing shit is the only consistent hobby a psychopath has, and he decided “YO BUT LET’S KILL COOLER”, so they started aiming at farther and farther away animals, until the only two that could land their shots were Robin and John. 

Now, Robin is kinda really into John, so he’s like “MAN, YOU AND I, WE’RE SO– THERE’S NO ONE BETTER THAN US AT HIGH PRECISION SENSELESS KILLING IN THIS BARBARIC LAND OF THE 1400′s ENGLAND ” because Robin is really proud of their murderous bromance.

But before Robin could get down on one knee and present a ring of engagement to John “Steroids” Little, a resounding “WAIT!” echoed in the forest. “You two are good at high precision senseless killing. Pretty good. But I know someone better than you at high precision senseless killing. He kills things with more precision and less sense than you.”

“NANI” yelled Robin Hood, drawn in chalk in the style of 1980′s anime. “Who the HELL are you talking about, Will Scarlet!”

OK QUICK INTRO: Will Scarlet is another one of Robin Hood’s lads. The youngest one and a passionate youth, he was the finest, best swordsman in the Merry Men, while Robin Hood was the best archer, and John “Hercules’ Bigger Cousin” Little was the best staff wielder (also a really good archer). He was famous for not sucking Robin’s dick despite being loyal to him.

“Well, see, over yonder by The River” elaborated the swordsman “there’s this friar that is even more of an uncouth savage that you two put together”.

“WELL THIS WON’T DO, NO ONE IS A LOWER LIFE THAN ME” and with his arse chaffed by jealousy and his eyes full of Studio Ghibli tears, our man Hoodie grabbed his utensils of murder and went to meet this friar, stomping his feet like the psychopathic manchild he was.

Now, finding a friar in a forest shouldn’t be too hard by itself, because friars are not usually alone in the middle of a forest by a river, but in case there was any doubt, Robin Hood, astute fox, immediately realized that that particular friar by the river was the one he was looking for. Not because he is, like, intelligent and wily or anything, but because, see, when I say “friar”, you imagine this

but what stood in front of Robin was more like

In his usual eloquent and poetic demeanor, Robin Hood let out a “holy fucking shit what” and reconsidered his life choices that led to this moment. That sure was a friar, alright, but he was packing. Weapons, cool armor, the hundred yard stare of someone who was Seen Some Shit, this guy had it all. Are you familiar with the souhei (warrior monk) Musashibo Benkei? The guy that camped out in a bridge and beat people who passed by and stole their weapons? And who ended up with 999 weapons he stole from people he defeated? Ok so this friar was the western equivalent of Benkei, in that you did not fuck with this friar.

Robin Hood, however, is not an intelligent lifeform, so as soon as he got over his initial, visceral fight-or-flight reaction, he was like “EH” and went to face him, anyways.

And by “went to face him” I obviously mean that Hoodie went and told him “hey dude, carry me across this river”. And the heavily armed friar, as you do, SILENTLY picked Robin up and, uh, carried him. At this point, Robin’s brigand mind was a string of 0s and 1s because he could not fucking compute this dude didn’t attack him for disrespecting him like that and instead just silently complied. Well, whatever, free piggyback, Robin is happy.

But as soon as they get to the other side of the river, the friar says “hey, do me a solid and carry me across the river, mang”. OH, SO THAT WAS HIS GAME. Robin picks him up and returns the favor, because piggybacks are awesome. As soon as they get back to the other side, Robin immediately says “hey HEY carry me across this river”, and the friar is like yeah alright it’s not like this is a huge waste of time, so he lifts Robin and starts carrying him again, but in the middle of crossing the river, PSYCHE the friar legit powerbombs Robin against the river. PRAAANKED.

Robin gets up, screams “KISAMA!!! and boss fight music begins to play as he gets his longbow out and starts shooting arrows at the friar, who deflects every single one of them with his shield. “K-kisama…” silently screamed Robin in a very tiny voice when he saw that his signature move had been completely invalidated and was forced to draw his sword to engage Mega Ultra Friar in melee combat. Robin really oughta stay away from rivers because he only ever almost dies near them.

But Robin was a pretty good swordsman in his own right, so they go left and right, swish and swoosh, until they both get tired. The friar has the upper hand on principle of his superior equipment, and also because he’s a Dark Souls boss. Seeing this, Robin remembers he is an outlaw and shouldn’t be playing by the rules, so he grabs his horn and blows it three times, which is the “HELP ME, I SOILED MY DIAPERS, LADS” signal. Almost immediately, Robin’s whole gang of happy killmen turn up and surround the Raid Boss Friar. The friar, however, looked nowhere as terrified as he should look for a tired man outnumbered 300-to-1. He simple put his fingers on his mouth and whistled three times.

“HEY YOU DUMBO” Robin yelled “I’m the one with the bandit gang, so whistling three times is not going to–” but before Robin could finish his tantrum, a rumbling noise surrounded the battlefield. One of the Merry Men looked to the source of the sound and yelled “DOGS…!”, which would usually be a great thing, except these were very angry, very murderous hounds that began attacking the Merry Men. 

Things Robin Hood Didn’t Account For: The friar having a personal army of dogs.
Things The Friar Had: A personal army of dogs.

Around 300 dogs appeared, matching each Merry Man head by head, and all out bandit-versus-dogs war was unleashed. Bandits using swords to defend themselves, dogs dodging skillfully and catching arrows with they mouth (LITERALLY, THAT IS WHAT THE BALLAD SAYS), fucking John “Hulkmania” Little fighting for his life as a dog wanted to french kiss his jugular, it was PANDEMONIUM. The fight goes on and Robin tells John to PLEASE DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS, so John activates the Kaio Ken times 10 and kills like two dozens of dogs with staff blows and arrows because he is kind of a big deal, and the friar is like “dude no don’t kill my dogs, can we reach a compromise?”, and of course, Robin, the sensible guy, says “yeah, if you join our band of murderous and dangerous criminals, we can all be happy together and ransack Nottingham and her roads”. Of course, the friar, a man of the cloth, a servant of our lord Jesus Christ, passionately answered “YOU DON’T HAVE TO ASK TWICE” because he sure as hell loves senseless violence as much as these psychopaths, and he finally found a band of men dangerous and vile enough for him to feel comfortable with, for him to call “his brethren”.

And that’s the story of how Robin Hood recruited a boss fight into his party. And all of his dogs. They christened him “Friar Tuck” because his real name, “Ultra Friar Arnold Schwarzenegger On Steroids” wasn’t as catchy.

ksi imagine - ex girlfriend tag

REQUESTED:  “Hello, please do a JJ imagine where you are exes and you do a video similar to Kian Lawley’s video kissing my ex girlfriend and old feeling coming back”

“Hi everyone it’s your boy KSIOlajideBT,” I remained quiet in the gaming chair as he began his introduction, his fingers forming a salut by his temple. “How are you all? Don’t answer that, I can’t hear you, it’s a pointless question.”

I giggled slightly, receiving a grin from JJ.

“Today I am here with a, erm, slightly…different video, we shall say!” The nervous giggles continued. I’d missed that contagious cackle. “As you can see I’m not alone, would you like to introduce yourself?”

“I mean I’m sure they all already know me, but hi, I’m Y/n.” With a somewhat timid wave I introduced myself before returning my hands to my lap and smiling. 

“Yep, probably. So this is Y/n, Y/n would you like to say a bit more about what we’re doing today or..?”

“JJ,” I laughed slightly. “Why are you being awkward? You good?”

“Man, I dunno it’s just…weird.” The laughs continued. His contagious giggle warmed my heart slightly, even after all this time. “Okay, so incase you are somewhat new to my channel I guess, Y/n is my ex girlfriend. We’ve been broken up for about, six, seven months now?”

He turned towards me to monitor my approval and I nodded. “Seven months,” I confirmed.

“Well, we haven’t actually seen eachother since the break up, but since Y/n was in London and is actually trying to grow a channel herself now we thought let’s rekindle the fire and film a collab!”

“Rekindle the fire?” I questioned. Jide simply shot me a wink. I rolled my eyes.

“Nevertheless, what can be a better idea than texting the first girl you ever loved and inviting her back to your house to bring up all the painful memories you’ve been suppressing for seven months in front of a few million people on YouTube right? So let’s go on!” 

My eyes widened slightly at the extent of his honesty - although I don’t know why I’m surprised. It’s Jide after all. 

“JJ, are you sure you wanna do this? I’m feeling you might be a little bit hesitant about this whole thing,” I rested a hand on his shoulder. “I’m gonna ask you again - you good?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” He confirmed, reassuring me in all seriousness before continuing the video.

For around half an hour JJ and I proceeded to answer generic questions, revisit memories, and discuss where our lives had taken us now. We decided to check twitter for some more insightful questions from people that knew most of our history - a lot of our relationship had been very public. Even the breakup. It didn’t necessarily end on a bad note, but we didn’t continue contact after, which I was beginning to feel slightly sad about. This time had made me realised how much I had missed Jide as an asset in my life - even if not in the way he was seven months ago.

“Okay so, twitter questions,” He scanned his phone.

“Jide, I swear to God if any of these are sexual-”

“I’m not promising anything.”

“Jide.” I narrowed my eyes, my tone very demanding. He held his hand up in defence.

“Alright alright! Innocent questions only!”

Yeah, right. KSI fans wouldn’t know innocent if it smacked them around the face, I thought. 

“Okay - where is your relationship currently at?” Jide’s voice became serious, professional even. I lifted a leg to my chest as I contemplated.

“Well, as of now, we don’t have much of a relationship,” He watched me intently. There was genuine interest on his face. “But I don’t see why we couldn’t build one? I’ve been planning to move to London, as you may know, and so I think we could definitely spend more time together.”

He nodded along with my words before turning to the camera. “So basically to answer your question she still wants my dick.”

“Jide!” I scolded, hitting his arm although I couldn’t not laugh as he apologised.

“No. What I’m saying is, friends is definitely foreseeable.”

“She’s using big words again I’m just gonna…yeah, move on. Okay, this one’s cool - do you still find each other attractive?”

“You know what Jide, I’m gonna let you take this one away.” I rested my hand on my chin. “Go on.”

His smile brightened to which my heart warmed slightly. As he cleared his throat I raised my eyebrows in an encouraging manner. Interest fulfilled my mind.

“Well,” he proceeded. “I mean of course.You’re pretty fit.” Shrugging, he moved his focus back to his phone.

“Is that it? Pretty fit?”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

“Nope, not good enough, try again.”

“For Gods sake,” he laughed, and I folded my arms. “Nah but in all seriousness guys, of course I still find Y/n attractive. We were together a long time, that wouldn’t change in such a short time, or probably ever.”

“Awww Jide!” I cooed. That was really sweet of him. I really have missed this boy, I thought to myself, and I genuinely hoped our interactions would continue after this video. 

“Plus I’ve seen her naked, so,” he shrugged and I rolled my eyes at the camera. 

“Right, sick.”

“I’m joking!” 

Raising my middle finger at him I encouraged Jide to continue with the questions.

“Okay, we’ll do one more, then we’re gonna go get nandos cause I’m starving.”

“Jide, you know I don’t like nandos right-”

“Y/n, I do, and that’s all that matters.”

I once again looked back at the camera as Jide exploded into laughter at his own jokes. Pointing a finger at him, I raised my eyebrows.

“To anyone wondering why we broke up - this is why!”

“No it’s fucking not don’t lie,” He choked between laughs and I looked down to mask my own giggles. “Okay, okay, I’m gonna scroll and whatever question my finger lands on we have to answer okay?”

“Unless it’s sexual,” I interrupted.

“Even if it’s sexual,” he corrected.

“Andddddd stop! Here we- oh. Shit.”

“What? Jide I fucking swear-”

“No, no, it’s not sexual.” He picked his professional attitude back up, a smirk still present on his face although he appeared slightly nervous. “Can you two kiss for the camera?”

“Oh dear God.” I groaned. “Fuck it.”

Pressing both my hands to his face I leaned into Jide, kissing him swiftly. Although at first he appeared taken aback, he soon warmed into the kiss, placing a hand on my waist just as he used to when we were together. I felt all the love wash back over me in a terrifying way. Do I still love him? Was this a bad idea? Was he thinking the same?

When I pulled back, Jide looked almost disappointed. I edged my eyes over to the camera and watched as realisation hit.

“Oh that! I forgot we were filming,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I can always edit out anything you don’t feel comfortable with keeping in. It’s no big deal.”

I smiled at his gentleman nature.

“In fact,” he continued. “I might just end the video on us leaning in, just to see the comments go crazy.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his contagious, juvenile excitement.

“Can we get food now, for real?” He pleaded with me and I smiled.

“Sure. Let’s go.”

Strawberries & Blueberries

H2OVanoss au ft. Jon as the guy a little lost in life and Evan as the cute neighbor who just wants some blueberry Pop-Tarts. (Guest starring: Ohmtoonz, as the background couple) 

Hope you all enjoy! :)


He doesn’t know how it happened, but Jon’s pretty sure he’s not ready to live alone, have a place he could call his own, or deal with the independence that comes from being an adult.

Sure, he’s reaching that 27 year mark, and maybe he’s technically been rooming with Luke for a good three years, but, this is different, on a whole other wavelength of being not ready.

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Trouble

Dan knew trouble when he saw it, and Phil Lester set off just about every alarm in his system.

There were some things that just sang trouble. Like leather jackets, and piercings in places that weren’t your ears, and Taylor Swift. Phil checked off two out of three of those warning signs, and as long as Dan concentrated on not thinking about how well Phil’s ripped black skinny jeans fit his legs, Dan could resign himself to staying away from him.

At least, he might have, if Phil hadn’t singled Dan out and made everything so much more difficult.

Phil had arrived late, for starters. In the middle of homeroom, the door had suddenly swung open, effectively silencing all dull chatter and half-hearted studying going on inside the room, and Phil strolled in as though he owned the place. Dan stared, his pastel clothing and soft features sharply contrasting Phil’s jet black hair and all black ensemble, and Phil smirked when he noticed Dan, flopping down at the desk beside Dan. Dan swallowed nervously.

Phil was hot, and Dan and Phil both knew it. Dan faced forward, concentrating on not meeting Phil’s eyes. After a few seconds, the teacher, Ms. Gonzalez, spoke. “You must be—"

“Phil Lester,” Phil interrupted.

Ms. Gonzalez cleared her throat. “May I ask why you’re late?”

Without missing a beat, Phil replied, “I’d prefer if you didn’t, actually”. Ms. Gonzalez nodded slowly, deciding to ignore his rudeness as it was only his first day.

“As you’re new, someone will have to accompany you on your first day, to help you get to your classes. Um,” she surveyed the room before her eyes locked on Mark, who was sat in the front row. Martin was in the chess club and had never finished a P.E. class before having an asthma attack in his life. “Martin, you can be Phil’s guide.”

He looked positively terrified at the prospect of having to spend the day with someone as intimidating as Phil, and obvious relief washed over his face when Phil interrupted once more. “Actually,” he said, “I was thinking Dan could show me around.” Dan’s jaw dropped, and he turned to stare at Phil, who’s striking blue eyes were crinkling in amusement at Dan’s reaction.

Ms. Gonzalez looked at Dan skeptically through her glasses. “Are you two friends?”

“Yes, actually,” Phil replied easily, putting his arm around Dan’s waist, pushing up his fluffy pastel pink sweater slightly to reveal a sliver of skin, which Dan promptly covered up with his sweater again, a glare replacing the shocked expression on his face, “And I just thought having a friend around on my first day might help me to adjust to a new school.“

Ms. Gonzalez’s voice brightened. “Oh, perfect! Dan, you can be Phil’s guide.”

And that was that.

And then it was back to the hushed conversation of the homeroom class. Phil pulled out his phone.

“How do you know my name?” Dan hissed.

Phil motioned to Dan’s binder, which had his name written in cursive with pink glitterpen on the front. “Sparkly bright pink. Not exactly hard to miss.”

Dan blushed and embarrassedly shoved it into his bag. “There is nothing wrong with sparkly bright pink. Or any pink at all, for that matter,” he said defensively. After having to deal with fragile masculinity dickheads trying to thrust their misguided gender roles upon him and punching him when he disagreed all throughout his education, Dan was on his guard for judgement about his sense of style at all times.

“Of course not,” Phil said, not looking up from his phone. “It suits you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dan blurted out. He looked up to notice quite a few people were staring at them, Ms. Gonzalez, who was peering out at Dan from behind whatever god-awful romance novel she was reading this time, included.

Dan coughed awkwardly, but Phil, seemingly unnaffected, replied, “It’s cute. This whole thing you’ve got going on—” Phil motioned to Dan’s sweater “—looks nice on you.” He waited a second before adding, “It’d look better on my bedroom floor.”

Dan’s jaw hit the floor for the second time in three minutes. “Um, Ms. Gonzalez,” he said, not bothering to raise his hand, “Can I show Phil where his locker is? So he can put his things away?”

“Certainly,” she said. Phil smirked as he allowed Dan to drag him out of the room. “Oh—boys,” Ms Gonzalez added, and Dan and Phil both turned around, “Homeroom is almost over, so you two can just go to your next class when you’re done.” Dan nodded, teeth gritted, and much to Dan’s chagrin his best friend, Chris Kendall, yelled “Use protection!” at him as he left the room.

As soon as the door closed, he turned around, bright red as he looked at Phil, who had very obviously been staring at his ass the whole time. “Are you flirting with me?!” Dan sputtered.

“What do you think?”

Dan crossed his arms indignantly, and with Phil towering a good foot over him, he looked very much like a sullen toddler in comparison. “Well, joke’s on you. Because I d-don’t swing that way.” Dan stuttered a bit on that last part. He was a shit liar. Phil snorted, and Dan puffed up his chest slightly.

“You don’t like boys?” Phil prodded, moving slightly closer to Dan. “Not even a little?”

“Well…” If Dan was bad at lying before, he was even worse with Phil slowly advancing upon him, that amused look in his eyes and that goddamn smirk playing on his lips, and he could smell a hint of Phil’s cologne. “F-fine. I do. Like boys. Just, not you.” This was a lie, and they both knew it.

“Hmmm.” Phil mused. “Somehow, I find that hard to believe.”

“Are you gay?” Dan asked hesitantly, looking up to meet Phil’s eyes. “Or bi?”

“I can be anything you want, sweetheart,” Phil replied, winking, and Dan rolled his eyes and threw up his hands.

“You’re impossible.” Dan grumbled, and began walking away. Phil easily caught him, grabbing his shoulder and carefully pulling him back.

“I believe you’re supposed to show me my locker, sweetheart.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Stop calling you what, sweetheart?” Phil asked smugly, knowing exactly what Dan meant.

“Sweetheart! Stop calling me sweetheart!” Dan said heatedly.

“What should I call you then? Danny? Flower boy?”

“There is nothing wrong with flowers!” Dan exclaimed.

“Of course not. I like the flower crown. It looks nice—“

“—But it’d look better on your bedroom floor, yes, I know.“

“I speak only the truth,” Phil stated, grinning. “But fine, Danny it is.”

“I didn’t say you could call me Danny, either!”

“Too late, Danny, I’ve already decided.” Phil told Dan.

“Fuck you,” Dan muttered, and Phil’s eyes widened in delighted shock.

“Those are some dirty words coming from an innocent looking boy like yourself,” he said, and Dan just rolled his eyes and told Phil the lockers were this way. Phil followed him, and Dan refused to acknowledge him the entire walk except for when Phil “accidentally” brushed his hand against Dan’s thigh.

Dan had a long day ahead of him.

He managed to ignore Phil in algebra, though Phil’s constant flirting did make it a bit hard to focus on the lesson. He was in need of a break from Phil’s antics by the time lunch rolled around, and he walked Phil to the cafeteria, deposited him on the lunchline, and immediately ditched him for Chris and Peej. They were best friends, and Dan reckoned he could trust them to shower him in sympathy.

Dan couldn’t have been more wrong.

“So, how’s it going with lover boy?” Chris asked, wiggling his eyebrows, as soon as Dan sat down.

Peej raised his eyebrows. “Who’s lover boy?”

“Ignore Chris,” Dan said quickly, turning away to hide the blush on his face. “He’s crazy.”

“Oh my God, Dan. Am I really crazy for acknowledging a hot boy who you stare at and blush about and flirt with?” Peej choked loudly at the ‘hot’ part, as he had a massive crush on Chris.

“I do not flirt with Phil! Or any of those other things you said.”

“Who is Phil?” Peej asked.

Dan allowed himself a glance back at Phil across the cafeteria, and Peej followed Dan’s eyes. “Oh. He’s definitely Dan’s type.”

Chris smirked triumphantly. “I know, right?”

“How is he my type?” Dan sputtered.

“Piercings. Leather. Black. You like bad boys, Dan. I totally ship it.”

“What would their ship name be?” Chris asked Peej. “Phan? Or dil?”

“Guys, he is not my type!” Dan insisted loudly. “He’s a dick.”

“Are you sure?” Peej said. “Because there’s a difference between him being a dick and you wanting his dick.”

“I hate you guys,” Dan muttered, still blushing furiously, and that was when Phil decided to sit down next to Dan, once again ceasing all conversation with his presence.

Phil looked around. “Hi, Danny,” he said, ruffling Dan’s hair and causing his flower crown to fall crooked. Chris and Peej watched, amused, as Dan turned even redder and began running his fingers through his hair and adjusting his flower crown, glaring at Phil. “Well, continue your conversation,” he said, addressing Chris and Peej. “What were you guys talking about?”

“Dan was just discussing your dick,” Chris said casually, and Dan choked on his tuna fish salad. Phil didn’t have time to be smug because he was so concerned about Dan. Phil put his hand on Dan’s back comfortingly and said “Are you okay?”

As soon as Dan was done coughing and his face had returned to his normal colour, he shoved Phil’s hand off of him and proceeded to pout whilst eating his lunch while Chris and Peej conversed idly. “So,” Phil said after a time, “My dick, huh?”

Dan didn’t even spare Phil a glance, just held up his middle finger and said, “I see you nodding, Peej”, sending Peej and Chris both into laughter.

“Well, I don’t exactly see you denying it,” Chris said.

Phil laughed. “So, you two are the ones I have to be worried about? Are one of you dating him? I assume the only reason he would resist my efforts of seduction would be that he’s already dating someone.”

“This may come as a shock to you, but not everyone is dying to fuck you, you arrogant bastard,” Dan said.

“Perhaps not, but you can’t deny your obvious attraction to me,” Phil reasoned.

“I sure as hell can,” Dan shot back.

“But anyway,“ Chris said, still shaking his head at the (in his opinion, hilarious) sexual tension at the table, “Peej and me have been Dan’s best friends for, like, forever. I don’t like him like that. Trust me, he’s all yours.” (Dan groaned a bit at that last part.)

Phil smiled and looked from Chris to Peej. “What, are you two together?” he asked, motioning at the two of them.

“Oh, no—“ Chris started to say, but even with Chris’s perhaps excessive, loud denial of Phil’s question, the entire table could very clearly hear Peej mutter, “I wish.”

Dan, Phil, and Chris all stared at Peej with somewhat shocked expressions on their faces. He looked up, noticed them all looking at him, and rolled his eyes before turning around, looking Chris directly in the eyes, cupping Chris’s face in his hands and connecting their lips. Chris kissed back almost instantly. Phil put a casual arm around Dan, which Dan promptly shook off. Dan turned around, huffing, and continued eating.

Chris and Peej spent the remainder of lunch making out. Dan and Phil both proved unable to take very much of this, and so when Phil got up and left halfway through lunch, Dan was inclined to ignore his hatred of him and follow.

Phil walked for a few minutes in silence with Dan walking timidly behind, and Dan was considering the possibility that Phil hadn’t even noticed his presence when Phil said, “I like your friends, but they’re a bit crazy with the PDA.”

“They’re not usually like that,” Dan said. Phil nodded faintly. “Um, Phil,” Dan said, and Phil turned and looked at Dan. Dan swallowed nervously. “Why did you pretend we were friends this morning?”

Phil chuckled good-naturedly. “Have I not made it obvious?” he said. “I like you. You are cute and sweet and, if I’m being perfectly honest, goddamn gorgeous.”

Dan choked slightly. “Right.”

They continued walking. Phil reached down and took Dan’s smaller hand in his. At first Dan flinched away, but he quickly realised he liked the way his small, manicured hand fit into Phil’s larger, rougher one. You can platonically hold hands with someone, right? Dan was so wrapped up in his thoughts that it wasn’t until he was fifteen minutes late for class that he remembered to check a clock. “Shit,” he exclaimed, abruptly yanking his hand from Phil’s grip. “We’re late for history!”

“Oh, I know,” Phil said nonchalantly. When Dan looked at him with a somewhat horrified expression on his face, Phil simply shrugged and said, “History class isn’t exactly high on my list of priorities. I much prefer holding hands with cute boys in flower crowns.”

Dan rolled his eyes, wishing he could stop blushing. “Come on, let’s go to class—Mr. O'Conell is going to be so pissed—“

“Oh, I’m not going,” Phil said.

“What do you mean, you’re not going?” Dan asked incredulously. “This isn’t like that. You can’t just not go to class—”

“Actually, I kinda can, and I have before.” Phil stepped closer to Dan, grabbing his hands again. “Come on, Dan. History is so boring. All those people are dead. It doesn’t really matter, does it?“

Dan looked like he was seriously considering it for a moment, but honestly, could you blame him? How could he choose Dwight E. Eisenhower over Phil and his earnest looking blue eyes, and his warm hands? But then he looked back at the clock and wrenched his hands away from Phil and began walking away. “I’m going,” he said.

“Bye, Danny!” Phil called after him, and Dan called back a resolute “Fuck you”, causing Phil to chuckle. Because although the words were technically the same, they had an obvious fondness to them that hadn’t been there when they were spoken that morning.

Phil whistled as he walked outside, pulling out a cigarette as soon as he got behind the school.

————

It was about three quarters through chemistry when Phil decided to show up.

Phil was right, of course. Dan had been bored to tears in history. Whilst usually he didn’t mind school all that much, it was made suddenly unbearable what with the knowledge that rather than wasting away in a classroom listening to Mr. O’Connel rant about the Cold War he could be somewhere else, with Phil, holding hands or kissing or—

Well, you get the idea.

Chemistry was shaping up to be no better when Phil abruptly opened the door, ambled in, and asked Mrs. Lloyd, “Is this the history classroom?”

Mrs. Lloyd, as it turned out, was slightly less forgiving of tardiness than Ms. Gonzalez. Phil dismissed her lecture about his “inexcusable lateness” and sat down next to Dan. “I’m sorry, Ma'am,” Phil interrupted, “But Dan is my guide and he was supposed to take me to my classes but he didn’t, so as you might expect I was terribly lost—“

“That’s not true!” Dan exclaimed, face flushing with annoyance. “I—“

“Not a word from you, Mr. Howell!” Mrs. Lloyd said, and Dan was effectively silenced. “Let this be a warning.” And with a final disapproving shake of her head, she went back to teaching.

“So,” Phil said casually, putting his feet up on the lab table, “Go on a date with me?”

Dan choked loudly. Mrs. Lloyd glared at him until he stopped. “What?”

“You heard me. Do you wanna go on a date with me?”

“What the fuck?” Dan hissed. “Do you really think I’m going to willingly spend time with you after that?”

Phil sighed. “See, I thought you might say that,” he said regretfully. Then, without any further explanation, he ripped a blank page out of Dan’s chem notebook and folded an airplane out of it. Then, he grabbed Dan’s hand, held up it in the air, and threw the airplane directly at Mrs. Lloyd’s back.

He hit his target.

Immediately after, he let go of Dan’s hand. And that was all that Mrs. Lloyd saw, was that a paper airplane from Dan’s notebook had just been thrown at her and that now directly after Dan’s hand was in the air.

“Mr. Howell!” She said furiously. “That is it. You have been disruptive far too many times this class.” When Dan started to stutter that he truly hadn’t done it, she cut him off again. “Perhaps detention tonight might make you refrain from this sort of disrespectful behaviour in the future.”

Dan was left open-mouthed. He’d never been in detention before. And he simply refused to believe that he was now going to have to tarnish that record all because of stupid fucking Phil Lester.

“Mrs. Lloyd, maybe you should give me detention too. After all, I was late—“

“Do not tell me how to operate my classroom, Mr. Lester. For that outburst, you can join Mr. Howell in detention.”

Phil smiled contentedly and leaned back in his seat.

As soon as Mrs. Lloyd turned around again, Dan kicked Phil as hard as he could under the lab table. As Dan wasn’t particularly strong, especially compared to Phil, Phil just smirked at Dan’s attempts at retaliation. “What?” He said innocently.

“Fucking asshole,” Dan muttered.

“That is one of my many talents, yes,” Phil replied smoothly, and Dan rolled his eyes and tried to pay attention to Mrs. Lloyd.

————

Detention was just as boring as Dan had imagined.

Ms. Gonzalez was supposed to be supervising them, but as she was giving most of her attention to her romance novel, Phil had nobody stopping him from bothering Dan throughout. Dan ignored him. There were only two other people in the room, a kid named Cody who was big and burly and a notorious trouble-maker, and a quiet girl with a pixie cut.

About fifteen minutes in, Phil raised his hand. Ms. Gonzalez was too occupied with her book to notice, so Phil had to pound his fist on the desk a couple times and say “Um, Ms. Gonzalez?” until she finally looked up, slightly disgruntled. “Yes, Phillip?”

“Can I go to the bathroom?”

“Yes—“

“Oh, and can Dan come? See, I still don’t know my way to the bathroom, and—“

“Yes, Daniel can join you.”

Phil nodded and said “Come on, Danny.”

“No.” Dan said. “You should know how to get to the bathroom by now.”

“Daniel,” Ms. Gonzalez said, not looking up from her book, “Don’t be rude. Go on.” Dan got up, grumbling as he went along.

The bathroom was only about 45 seconds away. They both knew good and well Phil could’ve gotten there himself. “Why are you making me do this?” Dan snapped the second the door had closed.

Phil shrugged. “How else was I supposed to get you to talk to me?” he said simply as they rounded the corner to the boys bathroom. Dan was at a loss for words. Who did he think he was?

They got to the bathroom. Phil opened the door. “Well, go on then—“ Dan started, but before he could finish, Phil grabbed him, pushed him up against the bathroom wall, and kissed him hard on the lips. Dan found himself kissing back.

The next ten minutes were a blur. Phil biting Dan’s lower lip. Phil slipping his tongue inside Dan’s mouth. Dan whining in response. Phil’s hands creeping under Dan’s jumper and Dan grabbing Phil’s hand and pulling it down, saying “One thing at a time, asshole,” against Phil’s lips.

They walked back to the classroom holding hands. “What was that you said about not liking boys earlier?” Phil said, and Dan rolled his eyes.

“Fuck you,” he said.

“All in good time.“

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Hey guys, so my friend who’s tumblr account is @mauvezenna actually wrote this fic and she thinks it’s shit. But me and her other friends think it’s really good so we posted it for her with more or less her permission. SO WHOEVER’S READING THIS BETTER FUCKING ENJOY IT CUZ WERE OVERPROTECTIVE FRIENDS!

anonymous asked:

I love Philippe and i find to Chevalier very fun, but in this season 2 Chevalier is Psychotic. His jealous and childish behavior has wrecked this ship for me. He does not let Philippe have his space, he is jealous of the whole world and he is so stupid ... he does not seem the same of the first season. He is literally a superficial character, stupid and empty. i´m very dissapointed with him, why he does not take their relationship in a health way? i hate him taking drugs. omg and the money...

Alright Anon, we are going to have a nice little chat. 
Warning: SEVERE SEASON 2 SPOILERS

His jealous and childish behavior

If you go by history, the Philippes have known each other since they were teenagers roughly 15 years old. They were together basically since then until the year that Monsieur died. In the show it is show canon that they have both announced their love for each other as well as shown it through various interactions including sex, spooning, and crying over one another and protecting one another including saving each others lives. In season 2 they have been seperated for 4 years (2 historically) during which time Chevalier was held in THE worst French prison,  Château d'If. I don’t know if you have ever experienced being scared and alone in a foreign country and questioned by the police but let me tell you anon IT IS SO SCARY YOU COULD JUST PISS YOURSELF, and poor Chevalier was in this nasty prison without furniture or windows. It’s quite possible as soon as he was out of there or even before he took up the drugs to deal with it. 

He does not let Philippe have his space

Again, they were separated for 4 years, they were and are in love, THEY FUCKING MISSED EACH OTHER. Philippe and Palatine both specifically state int he show that he is only keeping to her bed until she becomes pregnant, it is nothing to do with love on their part, but if you ARE NOT A PSYCHOPATH it is extremely painful to listen to the one you love having sex with someone else, especially when the other person is sweet and charming and in your opinion even better for them than you are yourself. Chevalier was hurting so deeply.

He is literally a superficial character, stupid and empty / is a psychopath.

Sooo a Psychopath is basically someone completely lacking in empathy or remorse. Basically someone unfeeling - and you are calling THE CHEVALIER a Psychopath…right….are we watching the same show here? 

I’m just going to answer this one with pictures.

Here is him cheering up Philippe when they are both on Cloud 9 from Chevalier’s return to France

Here is Chevalier’s face when he is out of Philippe’s sight as he reads the wedding plans, definitely not looking sad about his emotional attachments here nope. Note, he is upset about the wedding before Palatine even arrives because their short short little honeymoon after his return is going to be cut short so soon.

Here he is, yes, doing drugs - I am not supporting this as a coping mechanism BUT THATS WHAT HE IS USING IT FOR. This is during Philippe’s wedding night and he thoroughly believes that Philippe is having sex with Palatine at that exact moment and that when he wakes up tomorrow he will have forgotten him. He is afraid that the person he has loved for YEARS is abandoning him. Of course he aches, of course he wants to forget.

After he heard Liselotte and Philippe having sex, he thought that it was the final straw, that he had completely lost Philippe’s love despite her trying to assure him otherwise. He is crushed. Completely and utterly crushed. 

He is terrified that after waiting for him for 4 years Philippe doesnt want him anymore, and the reward he gets is Philippe sleeping around with Palatine and Thomas and not HIM (from his point of view). If he didn’t love Philippe so much he could marry for money, for power, for influence, for his place int he court, but he LOVES Philippe and he will not. Without Philippe, he loses everything. He is driven to the brink and when he turns to Philippe, he is cruelly pushed away by Philippe’s cold dismissive attitude and it pushes him to suicide, but Philippe stops him. THAT is how badly off this “psychopath” is over love in this season.

Thomas Beaumont KNOWS that Chevalier will be an obstacle in trying to get rid of Philippe, and so he tries to have Chevalier killed. In the end, Chevalier kills a man to save Philippe’s life. HOW MUCH SHIT does Chevalier have to go through before you and everyone else believes the true depths of his feelings for Philippe?

How come he doesn’t have a healthy relationship you ask?
Because he and Philippe are trapped in the grand scheme of power play in Versailles, by Louis’ hand and the politics of all of Europe. Because France needs a backup heir to maintain stability - Philippe has to marry a woman and have a child and that unfortunately means, the man who loves him has to suffer for it, they both have to suffer for it. Its not healthy of course it’s not, but it’s real.

Why the money? Because Philippe was ignoring him and that was one sure fire way to get his attention in a world so caught up in it.

Why the drugs? To cope with the pain.


tldr: Chevalier deeply, deeply loves Philippe and would kill or die for him and that is why he behaves as he does in season 2

[[MOD]] If you want more information and insight into Chevalier’s character, Evan Williams describes him far more eloquently than me and really gets into his head. This interview is a good start: http://www.myfanbase.de/serien/versailles/interviews/?pid=25076

HOT TAKE: 407 is one of the best Kabby episodes ever

Y’all I just finished watching 407 and I’m here to tell you I would like us to keep Ron Milbauer and Terri Burton, the new writers who penned this episode, FOREVER AND EVER because they understand Marcus Kane and Abby Griffin down the deepest marrow of their bones and I am here for it.

First of all, let’s start with the mother/daughter feels because GOOD GOD.  Remember “you may be the Chancellor, but I’m in charge”?  Remember that half-assed Polis hug last season?  Okay, now contrast that with the Clarke we got tonight, who ditched Roan at the Rover to do all the barrel-unloading so she could get to the lab and hug her mom sooner.  Let’s talk about how Clarke verbally, explicitly, canonically, needs her mother.  Let’s talk about Clarke worrying whether Abby is sleeping enough, being concerned that she’s not as fine as she appears to be, reluctant to leave her even long enough to take a shower and get something to eat because she just wants to be with Abby.  Let’s talk about Clarke understanding why her mother is so tormented by the decision to take a life and standing right by her side, full of unquestioning support and faith in her mother’s skills, even removing from Abby the burden of having to choose which of them is expendable.  Let’s talk about how few episodes in four seasons have shown us a Clarke who values and appreciates and respects Abby. 

Also let’s talk about the Kellamy of it all????  Like oh my God???  Let’s talk about how hard Kane has worked to put behind him the person he used to be on the Ark, and how long it’s been since he really, truly had to confront the reality that just wanting to be a better man doesn’t erase the things he did back before he was that man. Let’s talk about how two contradictory things can be true at the same time, about how Bellamy can simultaneously feel respect and affection and trust for the Kane he knows now and also never be able to erase the memory of what Kane did to his mother.  Let’s talk about the “I’m sorry” outside the Rover in the rain and just how many different things are contained inside that, how many things Kane is trying to apologize for.  Let’s talk about how Bellamy’s desperation to save those two stranded men because he’s afraid he can’t save Octavia is a direct mirror for the way Kane begs Bellamy not to go out after them, not to risk his life, not to get out of the Rover, trying to protect Bellamy as a way to atone for all the people he hasn’t been able to save.  Let’s talk about how this whole season has been chock full of delicious Season 1 throwbacks and this stark reminder of Ark!Kane is one of them.  Let’s talk about how Kane, who hitherto has had some beautiful material but not much of an arc, is now squarely in a position where he has to face the two different versions of himself: the man he used to be, who did awful things he still torments himself for, but was an effective leader … or the man he wants to be, who is kind and decent and loving and wants peace and believes in the goodness of people, but who has watched every single thing he tried to build get destroyed, from the Grounder truce to Arkadia itself.

Let’s talk about the possibilities Jaha brings into this - Jaha who made Ark!Kane who he was, in some ways that were genuinely terrible, but also has shown this season that he’s a demonstrably more crafty and intuitive politician, and maybe we’re about to see what happens when they recognize how much they need each other.

And let’s talk about Dad Kane and Harper, another kid who needs him, another person he’s trying to save.  Let’s talk about Kane the Chancellor, who never stops working for his people, who just wants everyone to be okay, who is trying so hard to hold this fractured group of broken terrified people together. Let’s talk about “who we want to be doesn’t always win,” about how he gets punched in the heart by his grieving son, saying something he’s been needing to say and that Kane has been needing to hear for a long, long time, which has forced Kane to look head-on at the man he used to be - a man he doesn’t like very much, a man who made terrible choices - and recognize that wanting to erase that past doesn’t actually erase it, but it’s still important that you try.  Harper did everything right and a man still died, and there is nothing he can say to make that right, nothing he can do except tell her, “This feels brutally unfair because it is brutally unfair.”  And yet he also needs her to know what he tried so hard to tell Bellamy, that sometimes there are people you want to save and can’t and it will feel like it is your fault but it is not actually your fault.

And let’s talk about Kabby!  Yes, we want them back together, yes, this separation is making all of us crazy, but that scene over the radios was absolute gold.  It was the most Kabby that has ever Kabby’d.  Let’s talk about how the plot requiring these two be apart is annoying, but necessary (Kane is the Chancellor and Abby is the science goddess and their stories are geographically separated for reasons that are clearly legit), and how a lesser show that gave less of a shit about their adults would just be like “welp guess they’re apart for half a dozen episodes, who cares,” but instead the writers have chosen over and over to treat that separation as a plot point.  To show us both of them dealing with that separation.  To see how the separation affects their relationship.  

Let’s talk about these two being married as hell, two fucked-up but emotionally mature adults in steady and grounded love with each other, who know each other on so deep and profound a level that it is heart-shattering.  Let’s talk about Kane telling Abby her greatest strength is her humanity.  Let’s talk about Abby knowing that Kane is the only person she trusts to advise her on a question this huge and terrifying.  Let’s talk about how her hands stop shaking when she hears his voice. Let’s talk about how the line in the trailer we hear her say to Raven is another one of those classic Kane-and-Abby-use-each-other’s-words-in-times-of-crisis … like “there has to be another way,” like “they need someone to show them the way out of the dark.” 

Let’s talk about how Kane goes straight from being confronted by Bellamy (“you floated my mother”) into a sober and honest conversation with Abby about how careful you have to be when you make the choice to take a life.  Let’s talk about how in that moment he is the most fully Marcus Kane he has ever been, he’s the warm kind man who loves her and he’s the adopted father trying to protect his children and he’s the Chancellor leading his people but he is also the man who floated Aurora Blake on the Ark and ordered the Culling, and she knows that, which is why she asked him.  

Let’s talk about how every single thing that makes Abby Griffin who she is (her humanity, her empathy, her brilliance as a doctor, her scientific mind, her love for Clarke, her abhorrence for violence, her desire to save everyone, her relentlessness, her deep intuitive understanding of Marcus) and every single thing that makes Marcus Kane who he is (the way his past never stops haunting him, his desire to save Bellamy from making the mistakes he made himself, his empathy, his protectiveness of the kids, his leadership abilities as Chancellor, his stubbornness, his implicit faith that Abby will always do the right thing) were on display in tonight’s episode, no matter how painful it was to watch.  

Hurricane Herman

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Request: Imagine being trapped in a cellar with Kozik during a hurricane. 

You groaned as you stared at the screen, unable to pull your eyes away from the news forecast.
The hurricane was coming, and it was coming hard.
It was a rare thing, for California. Hurricanes weren’t exactly common, especially in Charming, but this one was coming with a vengeance.
“You still looking at the news?” You heard a voice call out behind you.
You lifted your eyes from your phone and turned to see Kozik And Tig walking into the clubhouse, grins on both their faces.
“This is serious! They’re predicting its a category 4!” You whined.
Kozik and Tig laughed as they headed for the bar and you reached into the fridge and pulled out three beers.
“You’ll be fine, (y/n). Hurricanes have never hit Charming.” Kozik told you as he took a swig of his beer.
“Exactly! The world is ending, I swear to god.”
The  boys laughed again and you rolled your eyes.
For some reason, you were the only one that was the slightest bit concerned about this coming storm.
None of the boys seemed to care at all, they only cared about teasing you about it.
Ever since they’d mentioned it on the news you had practically been obsessed with it. You’d seen the wizard of oz when you were younger and you’d been terrified of hurricanes ever since.
It was stupid of course. You lived in California your whole life and there had never been a hurricane, yet you still couldn’t help the fear that crept into your mind.
“You wont be laughing when it rips through this clubhouse.” You muttered.
“Its just a storm, (y/n). It’ll rain. It’ll be windy. Thats it.” Kozik said. “You know the media likes to make big deal out of these things. Worst case scenario we lose power and you get a little wet.”
“Oh I’m counting on her getting wet.” Tig said.
The boys sniggered and clinked there beers as you rolled your eyes.
The doors opened and the rest of the club walked in.
“What we talking about?” Juice asked as he approached the bar.
You handed him a beer and he smiled his thanks.
“(Y/n), freaking out about the storm.” Tig told him.
Juice chuckled and took a swig of his beer.
“Whatever. We’ll see whose laughing when it its this weekend.” You muttered.

The night was still warm when you headed outside for a smoke.
You had been working behind the bar at the clubhouse for a while now. It wasn’t work so much, really. You’d started helping out to pay off the work the boys had done on your car and you’d decided to stick around. They looked after you and you looked after them. But you were far from a crow-eater.
You walked to the picnic table and perched yourself on top as you pulled your lighter out of your pocket and lit the cigarette pressed between your lips.
The door opened behind you and Kozik walked out, his goofy smile plastered on his face.
You exhaled, letting the smoke fill the air and Kozik took  seat next to you.
You offered him your pack and he took a cigarette out.
“You really this worried about the storm?” He asked you.
You rolled your eyes.
“Why is no one taking this seriously?”
Kozik chuckled and nudged you playfully with his arm.
“It’ll be okay, (y/n).” He said, his voice soft and warm.
“You don’t know that.” You answered and took a drag of your cigarette.
“Where are you gonna be this weekend?” He asked you. “Clubhouse?”
“Hell no.” You answered and blew out your smoke. “You boys are no where near prepared. Im house sitting my Aunts house. Thankfully, they take safety seriously and they have a cellar I will be hiding out in.”
Kozik laughed. “You really think thats necessary?”
“I do.” You told him.
“Tell you what, how bout I come over. Just incase a branch falls off a tree or something.” Kozik teased.
You looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
“Guess Im not the only one who’s scared of the hurricane, huh?”
Kozik laughed and you smirked.
You knew he was only teasing you, and offering to come over to keep you at ease. Still, you appreciated it.And you wouldn’t mind spending more time alone with Kozik.

You’d had a flirty relationship with him for a while now. Always teasing each other and flirting over the bar.
But it had never led to more.
You liked Kozik, hell you’d had a thing for him never since he’d arrived in Charming.
But you doubted he felt the same. He flirted with everyone,why would you be anything special?
You were just the girl serving the drinks.

The weekend had approached fast and you were at your Aunts house, organising all the supplies in the cellar.
Kozik would be here soon and the wind had already picked up. Your nerves were running wild and you couldn’t wait for the blonde to calm you down. Hopefully.
You could just make out the sound of a bike and you smiled as you lifted the gallon of water onto the bench top.
You glanced around the room, admiring your work before heading up the stairs and outside to meet Kozik.
He had parked his bike in the driveway and was just taking off his helmet when you approached.
“You might wanna move that inside.” You called.
Kozik looked at you and laughed, as he ran his hand through his blonde hair.
“You think the winds gonna carry it away?” Kozik teased, his grin spread across his face.
You shrugged.
“Don’t come crying to me when you gotta drive a cage to the clubhouse.”
Kozik laughed again and swung his arm over your shoulder.
“So wheres this shelter thats gonna save our lives?”
You could hear the laugh in his voice but you ignored it and led him into the house.
“Jesus.” Kozik said as he entered the house.
You’d boarded up all the windows and moved all the furniture into the centre of the rooms.
“Are you really this worried, (y/n)?” He asked you in disbelief.
“Its a category 4, Koz.” You told him.
You locked the front door behind you and walked away from him, heading for the cellar.
He followed behind you and you stepped aside to close the doors after he entered the room.
“Right this way.” You said, gesturing for the stairs as you secured the locks behind you.
Kozik walked down the steps and you followed.
“Holy shit.”
You had fully stocked the room. Gallons of water lined the walls on onesie of the room while over a dozen boxes of canned food sat in the corner. Torches and candles and matches sat on the bench top, ready for use.
The large sofa was stacked with blankets and pillows and the large red first aid kit sat next to it.
Kozik froze in the middle of the room and turned to you, his eyes wide in disbelief.
“What?” You asked,
“How long do you plan to be down here?” He asked you.
You rolled your eyes and walked to the sofa before sitting down.
“Its basic hurricane supplies. I did my homework.” You told him.
He pointed to the wall lined with jugs of water.
“We need enough to cook, bathe, and drink. Incase we lose water.”
Kozik continued to stare at you.
“You’ll thank me when we live through this.”

The rain was really coming down now, but you still had power. The wind was blowing hard and you curled up deeper into the blanket you had wrapped around you.
“Remind me again why we’re watching christmas movies?” Kozik asked before taking a long swig of his beer.
You rolled your eyes.
“Because its all we had down here. Plus, Home Alone is a great movie.”
Outside, the wind picked up and you buried your head in the blanked when you heard a branch crash into the side of the house.
Kozik wrapped his arm around you.
“Its only a branch, (y/n). We’re fine.” He said soothingly.
You nodded slowly.
“How come you’re so scared of storms anyway?” He asked you.
You shrugged and sighed.
You told him about that you watched The Wizard of Oz when you were younger, and ever since it had terrified you.
Once you were done Kozik burst into laughter.
“Are you serious?” He said between breaths.
“Its just a movie, (y/n). Its not real.”
“Global warming is.” You bit back.
Kozik shook his head and stood.
He walked to the bag he had brought in with him earlier and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.
“Come on, you need to relax.”
You raised your eyebrows at him.
“Tryna get me drunk, huh?”
Kozik chuckled and winked “Howd you know?”

“Right hand blue.”
You groaned and reached your hand over Koziks body and placed your hand on the blue circle.
Somehow, the whiskey had made you both think it was a great idea to play Twister.
Only it had led to some very close positions.
Currently Kozik was in a backwards crab like posture, his body lifted off the floor and you were practically straddled over him.
Both of you were giggling like teenagers and you reached your last spare hand out to spin the dial.
Only you missed completely and before you knew it both of you had collapsed on the floor, you on top of him.
You both burst into laughter and he wrapped his arms around you and rolled you onto the floor next to him.
“Guess I win that round!” Kozik said.
“No way!” You laughed.
Kozik laughed and looked at you, lying on the ground with your hair splayed out around you.
His eyes shone as he looked at you and you looked your lips as you glanced at his.
Slowly he moved his head forward and before you knew it his lips were on yours.
A fire sparked within you and you wrapped your arms around his head, holding his lips to yours.
His tongue licked around your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slighty.
You moaned softly as his tongue touched yours and Koziks hands ran down your body, exploring every inch of you.
He rolled you onto your back and his body hovered above yours and you traced your fingers through his blonde hair.
His lips left yours and he was about to say something when suddenly the room went dark and a loud bang echoed through the room.
You couldn’t help the piercing scream that left your lips  and you sat up, pushing Kozik off you.
“Its okay, (y/n), its just a power cut.” He told you calmly.
You scrambled to your feet and felt your way through the room til you reached the bench.
You grabbed hold of one of the torches and turned it on. Light shone out and you pointed it around the room, looking for any damage from the loud noise.
“(Y/n),” Kozik called and you turned and pointed the torch at him.
He lifted his arm to shield his eyes from the light and you lowered the torch.
“Oh, sorry.” You said. Thank god for the darkness, you thought to yourself as you felt a blush rise to your cheeks.
You reached for the other three torches and turned them all on too before tossing one to Kozik.
“Help me light these candles.” You said.
He stood and crossed the room and together you lit the dozens of candles in jars you had prepared earlier.
After placing them strategically around the room you smiled at the glowing light.
“Guess theres no more christmas movies, huh?” Kozik asked and you laughed.
“Luckily for you.” You smirked back at him.
Silence fell between you and Kozik moved across the room and stopped next to you, leaning against the bench top.
Outside the wind was still blowing strong but the rain seemed to be lifting.
“Well ain’t this romantic?”  He said softly and nudged you with his elbow.
You laughed lightly and turned around, leaning your back against the bench and crossing your arms over your chest.
A light blush rose to your cheeks and you bit your lip before speaking.
“Look, Koz, about.. before,” You paused and sighed. You really didn’t know where you were heading with this.
But before you could continue Kozik spoke.
“I like you, (y/n),” He said softly.
You nodded and rolled your eyes.
“You like everyone.” You teased.
But Kozik didn’t laugh. He stepped in front of you, his face serious and his eyes burnt into yours.
“No, (y/n). I like you.” He said again.
You gulped and dropped your hands to your sides.
“But I’m not like them.” You said quietly.
Kozik raised an eye brow and stepped closer to you, narrowing the gap between your bodies.
“Like who?” He asked.
You rolled your eyes again and sighed.
“The crow eaters.”
Kozik scoffed and shook his head.
“If I wanted a crow eater I’d have one,” He told you. “But I don’t want them. I want you.”
You lifted your gaze to meet his eyes, and in the blue of his eyes you saw only truth.
“You want me?” Your voice shook as you spoke.
Kozik grinned and nodded, moving closer once more.
His hands rested on your hips and now your faces were merely inches apart.
“I want you, (y/n). All of you.”
Before you knew what was happening his lips were on yours once more and the fire you felt earlier ignited inside of you.
You ran your hands through his long hair, breathing in every inch of him as his lips explored yours.
And even while the wind blew wildly outside, you were no longer scared.
Because now you had him, and you knew that as long as he was with you, everything would be okay.

Bad Girl Ch 24: Are You Sure You Want To Know?

I’m back! Did you miss me? Maybe not after this chapter!

Yixing’s POV

A few of us are sitting in the living room, scattered on the couches and floors waiting for Suho and Jooyoung to return from their date. The youngest three are whining about when will it be their turn and other stupid things. Jongdae is on my left typing mindlessly on his phone, doing some tech thing that I can almost guarantee is not legal, not that I really have room to judge. I should be doing some thing work related but I can’t get myself to leave knowing Joo could be home any moment. I much prefer her small frame in my arms compared to cutting up barely alive people for their precious organs in a cold, half assed surgery room built in a random warehouse. Though that doesn’t sound too bad either.

The sound of someone rushing into the living room gets me excited, only to crush my dreams when I realize it’s just Xiumin. I’m about to turn back to the TV when I notice his heaving chest and trembling hands. There is a thick coating of sweat on his forehead as if he has ran a mile.

“Hyung?” Tao questions first. The five of us in the room all look to him confused.

“I-I know where the song is from.”

For some reason that puts all of us on edge, “The song?”

He nods, “I kept thinking I knew where it was from I just couldn’t place it but now…”

“Where is it from?” Chen is on the edge of his seat, obviously annoyed with the elders beating around the bush.

“The-The videos. The ones we got when Jooyoung was taken. It plays in the back round, behind her screaming,” He closes his eyes for a moment, as if trying to keep those horrible images at bay, without much luck.

“Did you go back and watch them?” My stomach twists at the thought of looking at those again.

“I had to. I had to know…”

“But Joo always sings it to comfort herself,” Kai points out confused. “If that song is connected to Block B shouldn’t it scare her?”

It dawns upon me, “It’s Jiho’s song. Which means Jiho is connected to Block B.”

“Does that mean…” Sehun looks at us with concern in his eyes.

“Yes, it means that Jiho was involved in Joo’s kidnapping, and that’s going to fucking destroy her,” I grumble rubbing my face.

“Do you think Jiyong knows?”

Jongdae sighs, “Probably.”

“What do we do?” Tao wonders.

“We can’t tell her,” Xiumin and I say together.

“Not until we have actual proof of his involvement,” Chen specifies.

Kai huffs, “How do we confirm that? If Joo finds out we are investigating him she will want to know why and if don’t we give her a reason she will hate us for not trusting her to trust the right people.”

“She obviously can’t trust the right people,” I snap. The younger looks down, obviously frightened, I have to take a deep breath to calm myself. “I think I know someone who could help us out.”

“Who?!”

“Haneul, she probably already knows everything that’s going on.”

“If she knew this was going on why didn’t she tell us? Joo could be in danger, doesn’t that worry her at all?”

I roll my eyes at him, “I know you are young Jongin but don’t be stupid, that isn’t how our world works. Plus Noona already helped Joo out a lot from what I hear. She is also the one who helped us get Joo back so don’t be rude.”

“I’ll get the others, hopefully we can figure this out before Suho brings her home,” Xiumin rushes off to grab the others. I pull out my phone and text Haneul, Can we talk right now?

It only takes a moment for my phone to go off, NO –T

I roll my eyes. Taemin is such a jealous bastard, though I don’t imagine I would be much different if guys texted Joo. I wait until everyone has joined us and for Hyung to explain before glancing at my phone again.

Fine –T

“What is going on?” Kris asks, both annoyed and concerned.

“We figured out that the song Joo hums is from the videos of her getting beaten to death,” Tao seethes, glaring down at the floor as if it was to blame.

“What?” Luhan’s eyes go wide.

Chen continues our findings, “We think Jiho is involved in Block B since he is the one who sang the song to her.”

“What are we going to do?” Chanyeol whines.

Baekhyun joins in, his voice just as whiny, “We can’t let her leave with him tomorrow! What if he doesn’t bring her back?”

The room breaks out into chaos, everyone yelling over each other, the youngest look their about to have breakdowns, horrified about what he could do to her again. Kris is just pissed, along with Kyungsoo, they roar on and on about how they knew he was bad news, blah, blah, blah. Luhan and Xiumin just look a bit shook up, Luhan from the news, and Xiumin, I’m assuming from the videos and realization.

“Ya!” I yell, gathering everyone’s attention. They all take a large step away from me, regardless of age they all look terrified. “Now that I have everyone’s attention let’s talk about this calmly before I murder someone. Okay?” They all nod. “Great, now I’m going to call Haneul noona because there is a good chance she knows what’s going on. I’m going to put in on speaker as a courtesy but if you guys offend her in anyway I will not be the only one out for blood okay?” Again they nod.

I pull out my phone and dial her number that I know by heart, placing it on speaker as promised and placing it on the coffee table in front of me.

“What?” A rough voice answers.

I roll my eyes, “Hyung I don’t want to talk to you, I want to talk to Noona.”

“I can pass whatever you want to say along-“ There is a very non manly yelp followed by a few crashes and whines. All normal things.

“Hello!” Haneul sing songs.

“Noona, I need your help.”

There is a pause and more whining, “What can I do for you Xing?”

“I’m calling about Jooyoung and Jiho.”

“Oh! I’ve been waiting for this call for the last few hours! I haven’t heard much, my link in the precinct has been pretty hush hush about the whole thing. They were so stupid for even trying to get Joo to flip on Jiho, idiots,” She snorts.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Kris blurts out.

“Am I on speaker?” She questions.

“Sorry, Noona, I forgot to tell you my brothers are in he room. But Kris hyung is right, what are you talking about?”

“You mean you didn’t call about Joo getting arrested today?” She muses like a child who let out a secret.

I glare at every single one of my brothers before the have the chance to blurt something else out, “Please elaborate.”

“It was no big deal, something about realizing Joo might not be a fake and trying to convince her to turn on Jiho and Jiyong, thinking they are the white and black dragons.”

“Okay, we will talk to her about that when she gets home but for now we need to talk about Jiho.”

She hums.

“How is here related to Block b?”

She coos, “Xing, you are stepping into dangerous territory. This shit won’t come for free.”

I groan, forgetting that I freed her from her debt, meaning I need to strike up a new deal, “What do you want?”

“I thought you guys were friends,” Jongin mumbles.

“Was that Jongin?” She chuckles.

“Nini!” Taemin yells happily.

“Princess we are talking business, go away or shut up,” Haneul snaps. “Kid, you must not have done good as a foot soldier, just cause you are friends with someone doesn’t mean you loose your professionalism, especially someone in my particular area of expertise.”

I glance at the younger who is looking away, he hadn’t completed his foot soldier days because of our father’s death when he was 14. He learned his murderous tendencies from us and Taemin and a little experience in the mafia world but he knows nothing of what it’s like to be anywhere but at the top. He never learned about working for information, I mean really working for it, doing things and making deals I don’t wish to look back on.

“Can we get back on track here?” Xiumin suggests calmly.

“Of course! Now Xing, what are you willing to offer? I’ll take information, money, embarrassing stories about Tae.”

“How much are you asking for?”

“Depends what questions you are exactly asking. Ask your questions, I’ll write them down and think of a proper price for my knowledge.”

We all share a look, Xiumin comes up with the first, “Who exactly is Jiho?”

Our gazes move to Luhan, all of us assuming we are going by age at this point, “How was he involved in Jooyoung’s kidnapping?”

“What does he want from her?”

I let Baekhyun and the youngers go first, “Does Jiyong know about him?”

Jongdae runs his fingers through his hair as he tries his best to pick just one from this mess, “Does he want to hurt her again?”

“How long has he been in her life?”

Kyungsoo asks the question that has me worried, “Is he in love with her?”

“He won’t take her from us again, will he?”

“How much power does he have over her?”

Sehun takes a deep breath and asks, “She isn’t in love with him too, is she?”

“Xing, finale question?” Haneul hums.

“How much is it going to destroy her when she finds out he is involved?”

She just hums for a minute before sighing, “Eleven questions. Most of those are pretty easy to answer, simple yes or no, so those shouldn’t be too expensive, but Xiumin-ssi’s question is pretty hefty, along with Luhan-ssi’s. I’ll do a family discount so about half a million should be pretty good.”

Without hesitation we all agree.

“If I had known it would be that easy I would have asked for more, but whatever. So let us start from the top. Woo Jiho, also know as Zico, the leader of Block B, more popularly known as now, the white dragon’s right hand man. 24 years old, born in the Mapo District of South Korea. Had and older brother but he was murdered along with his parents when he was young. He grew up on the streets gathering a bunch of other misfits and psychopaths to create Block B. Is that thro enough?”

We are all dead silent for moment. Are you fucking serious? Fuck being involved he lead the shit that happened to her! It takes all of my strength not to go out and murder him right now. I have to rest  my for head on my knees and take deep breaths. I can’t even care about my brothers are feeling at the moment, my head is spinning with the news. How could we have not known? How can she not know? How the fuck can Jiyong let him anywhere near her? I’m going to fucking murder him too at this point! Yixing no, I tell myself, deep breathes, no murder.

“I’m taking your silence as a yes and moving on. Hope you boys are ready, you asked a lot of questions if you can’t handle it tell me when to stop. Next question, ‘how was he involved in Jooyoung’s kidnapping?’ Well lets see! As the leader he was hired to investigate and pursue her to gain her trust. It worked incase you can’t tell. By the way, for being such protective assholes you guys really should have done a little more when it came to sending her to Jiyong. Jiho literally walked her to him every Tuesday during the summer. But at the same time I guess it was good because it gave her time to dig her claws into his soul and at the end of the day it saved her from a much worse fate. Back to the kidnapping, so while the rest of Block B was acting like their normal selves with her Jiho wasn’t around for the punishments and recordings. He just made sure things didn’t go to far.”

She doesn’t even give us a minute to process, “Since I have a feeling you guys won’t want to respond to that either lets keep this moving. He wants nothing from her that I can tell. If anything he wants her safe and happy, in that order. Of course Jiyong know!” She scoffs as if it was obvious, “It’s impossible for him not too. That is why they are basically at each other’s throats half the time. Jiyong hates Jiho for hurting Joo, while Jiho hates Jiyong for getting her involved in all of this in the first place. Are you all still with me?”

I don’t even know if I’m fucking alive at this point. There is so much going on in my head I don’t know where to even start. But I find myself saying, “Yes.” It’s better to get everything out now, I’ll organize my thoughts later.

“Perfect! Lets see, Jiho would never hurt Joo, not counting the whole kidnap thing, he is completely harmless when it comes to her so no worries there. Be more concerned for your own safety, if you try to tell Joo about this in front of him he will murder you in cold blood right in front of her. As for how long he has been in her life, they first met after that detective tricked her into thinking you guys hated her. So when ever that was.”

“Noona wait,” I stop her before she has the chance to answer Kyungsoo’s question. The large eyed boy stares me down. “Give us just a minute okay? Let us process all of this,” I thought I could take it but this answer has me on edge. What if he loves her? What the hell are we going to do? We can’t just get rid of him then, can’t pay him off, nothing if he is really there for her and that beautiful smile of hers’.

“Minutes up Xing, I have things to do so if you want your answers it has to be now,” She pressures me gently. She is right, we don’t need her to answer this one.  I don’t want her to but Kyungsoo snatches my phone away and demands it. “This one I’m not 100% sure on to be honest. I feel from what I’ve seen that he loves her like a little sister but there is always the chance he does. So no worries boys, he isn’t out confessing his love for her like Jiyong did. Now calm down and put me back on the table Kyungsoo.”

The younger boy obeys, obviously confused on how she knew he was holding the phone but doesn’t question it.

“I don’t think he has any plans on taking off with her but with this rising tension he might so keep an eye on him. When it comes to power, I think she holds most of it. He can sway her opinion slightly but if she is dead set on something he can’t budge her. As for your question Sehun, rest assured she has no romantic feeling for him. Her heart is already consumed by you men, okay?”

The youngest hums a quiet thank you.

“Last question,” Haneul takes a deep breath and says, “She will be absolutely crushed. Her world will fall apart when her last support beam falls. I know you all hate Jiho but he is good for that girl. He holds her up even though she can stand on her own, she needed that support system with you guys gone. He built that girl up and I have no doubt he can tear her down. Because without him she will have no one she can trust completely.”

“What about us?” Kris sneers.

“You guys burned that bridge. She will love you forever but there will always be something in the way of complete trust.”

“Can I ask one more question?” Sehun surprises us by asking.

“Sure Love, this can be a freebie.”

“How do you know all of this?”

It is her turn for a moment of silence before she spouts her usual response, “I am Haneul, the woman who knows all.”

“No! I’m not accepting that as an answer!” Sehun snarls, ignoring the glare I’m giving him. “You know way too much for being an outsider! How do you know? Did Jiyong tell you? Zico?”

She sighs, “Be careful kid, watch that mouth of yours, I’m doing you guys a favor by telling you this.”

“I’m curious too,” Luhan admits, staring at the phone.

“You guys leave it,” I warn them.

“How are you not curious to know about how she knows exactly when Zico ran into our baby’s life? That is a very specific thing that only the two of them should know about, so how the hell does she know?” Baekhyun snaps.

“Noona.”

“Xing, don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to.”

“Please?” I find myself begging.

“I may or may not have a connection in Block B that is not Zico. That is all I’m saying on the subject, if that is all I’m hanging up.”

“You can’t just hang up!” Kai yells. “How could have let Jooyoung around that man when you knew what he had done to her? When you knew what she had gone through? Did that not make you feel guilty? Did you not think she would want to know these things about her own life and the people around her? How could you be such a cold hearted bitch?”

“Ya!” She roars over the phone. Fuck. “I swear to god you little punk I will come over there and rip that disrespectful little tongue out of your pretty mouth. I owe that girl nothing. She should open her eyes and realize it on her own that every person in her life is a lying bastard. But she doesn’t, she looks at the pretty life in front of her and decides that there is nothing else to it. That is no ones fault but her own.”

“She is just a child,” Xiumin snarls back. “Why should she have to look past it?”

“Because look where she fucking is! You would think she would realize by now there is more to this world than rainbows and unicorns but she hasn’t. One day she will have to look beyond that and realize the world is much darker than she could ever imagine.”

“She won’t ever have to do,” Luhan stammers out. “We won’t let her see that darkness.”

“Than you all should stop asking questions and play dumb along with her,” Hanuel hisses. “Because the moment she knows that her right hand man is the man behind the mask is the day she sees the darkness and realizes she really has no one she can trust.”

The line goes dead and we are left staring at each other. Kris is the first to lash out, he grabs the nearest vase and chucks it at the wall, it shatter into a million pieces into the carpet. I am not cleaning that up.

“Do you think it’s true?” Sehun mumbles to me.

“Which part?” I groan rubbing my eyes.

“That she doesn’t trust us?”

Chen scoffs next to me, “She trusts us, but not the way she trusts Jiho or Zico or whatever. It’s true, everything that Hanuel said is true. Our baby is going to hate and run away if we tell her. She will have no reason to stay.”

“You don’t think she loves us enough to stay,” Chanyeol shoots back.

“Oh she loves us but she’ll feel so fucking betrayed that she will just up and leave without looking back. She’ll leave Jiyong, Jiho and us because who would want to be surrounded by men like us.”

“We are nothing like them!” Baekhyun snaps.

“We are no better!” I correct. “We are the whole reason Jooyoung is in this mess. We are the ones who took her and forced her into this little idea. Of course she lashed out and latched on to a man who forced her to do nothing but be herself. We made her do that. No matter how you put it, it comes back to us. This is all our fault! I wish we never fucking asked! I don’t want to know about any of this!”

Just then the front door opens and the sound of heels click through the house, Jooyoung appears in the doorway holding a balloon in one hand and a stick of cotton candy in the other, “We’re home!” She yells happily. Her perfect green eyes are lit up like the fourth of July. She dances on the thick heels of her shoes with ease, in jeans and an oversized sweatshirt she looks so young, so little. Suho appears behind her, beaming as well. The atmosphere quickly shifts, everyone smiles despite the aching in their hearts and beam back at our little angel.

“Baby!” The youngers coo together, she rushes to them, cotton candy and all and joins them on the floor. She doesn’t seem to notice the tension still in the air but Suho does. He has a silent conversation with the eldest before replacing his grim expression with his one smile from before.

“Baby why don’t you and the younger boys go upstairs and get ready for bed?” Suho suggests.

“You are with me tonight Baby,” Jongdae jumps to his feet regardless of the fact he was not part of that group. He just wanted to get away from the conversation that is about to just start all over. Him and the three youngest, Chanyeol, and Baekhyun leave the room with bright smiles on their faces as if the last hour hadn’t happened.

With them gone Suho looks to us with a scowl, “What the hell is going on?”

“You are going to need to sit down for this,” Luhan recommends.


I don’t know if this is any good or makes sense but I’m going to bed and sorry for not updating All my idols, I’ll do it before the week is over, promise!

[One of the admins accidentally deleted the requests in our inbox but I managed to screenshot yours long before. Enjoy!]

Also the read more thing isn’t working so I’m sorry!

Pairing: Vernon x Black Female!Reader [Anyone is allowed to read this though]

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Warnings: Implied racism, colorism, just pure ignorance, cursing, and implied sex.

A/N: I just wanted to say that this request was such a pleasure to write because it hits home for a lot of black women who often go through this. Not only that but I really tried to put in a lot of the colorism and racism that goes on in so many countries such as South Korea. Things like that are no joke, racism is not a joke and dismissing black feelings and lives is not a joke but rather shows the ignorance this world has. I just wanted to bring this to light because believe it or not there is a lot of antiblackness within the K pop community. That needs to end, racism needs to end. Thank you for reading this.

[Also please do not come into our inbox with some dumb shit saying that antiblackness in the kpop community is not a thing. Because unless you’ve been a victim or have seen that shit first hand then you are not allowed to speak. If you have any questions about this topic or just to let out your feelings then our inbox is open.]

—Tee


The life of an idol is a lot more delicate than you would think.

They can’t even tiptoe over the imaginary line without a consequence.

Whoever they date will also face the consequences. Their career will face the most consequences, everything they’ve built up will crumble to the ground in seconds and it’s impossible to know if they’ll be able to build it back up. So when you agreed to come on this interview you were filled with regret. These thoughts started to haunt you, but Vernon always told you not to worry about it.


“You’ll be fine,” he told you but deep down inside you both knew that he was lying, he was lying to you but you couldn’t be mad at him. No you couldn’t because Hansol has and always will be an optimistic person, he always was reassuring about the simplest things. Don’t confuse it for him being a fool however, that boy was so fucking aware of the racial issues in the world, he himself going through it. 

But he couldn’t compare that to what you’ve gone through in life. 

You looked at him, you looked at him and he looked at you and without words you both were able to speak to one another. You were not going to be fine, if anything the rest of the interview would be questions about how and why you two decided to pursue a relationship knowing the racial divide between you both. After they soaked in the fact that you were black, especially half black. Oh shit would definitely hit the fan.

“I’m scared Hansol, I don’t want to lose my shit and then they’ll call me a monkey or something. You know how crazy I can get.”

He gave you a breathy laugh, “keep calm and stay classy. If they say anything disrespectful to you then you bite back but in a classy way. You do it all the time, besides if no one can look past your skin color…then well fuck them they don’t deserve to be bothered with.”

Even with him basically lifting your spirits up a bit, you still couldn’t shake away the feeling of dread at the moment. This interview was tomorrow and thousands of people would either love you or hate you. The outcome was most likely the latter and dating an idol in one of the most successful groups this time around was not going to help your case. “That doesn’t really help me.” 

You got up off the couch and went to the bathroom locking the door behind you immediately sitting on the the toilet and burying your face in your hands. You couldn’t do this, you just fucking couldn’t. 


Maybe it was your mother’s strength that she had given you genetically or your own loyalty and desire to keep your boyfriend happy but you were sat in your seat on a Friday looking above at the television that played the recording of the interview that was taking place. “Lord don’t fail me now please.” You mumbled a few more prayers and swept your hair over your left shoulder and smoothed out your dress as your hands struggled to keep still. Fucking anxiety.

“So you all are leading towards your five year anniversary of being a group. There are obviously more privileges now that you all aren’t rookies such as dating. Your dating ban was lifted last year I believe?”

The boys all nodded, and this was it, this is where they bring up Vernon’s dating rumors with you. You were proud to be able to say that you were with the most handsome and humble man you’ve met but to some people love just didn’t cut it. “We can date now, but a lot of us don’t have the time or haven’t found the one.” Seungcheol spoke as Vernon begun to get flustered thinking about you.

“I hear that only five of you are seeing people. Jun, Vernon, Hoshi, Joshua, and Mingyu correct? How does it feel to be able to have someone by your side and how do they deal with you all being idols.”

There were multiple answers going around. Some were that their significant others were very supportive and tried to see them as many times as they could. For other such as Vernon and Jun, their own relationships were rocky and it was always a constant battle between their career or love.

“My girlfriend lives in the states so seeing her is already hard enough. It’s tough being so far from one another and then having the group, the—” He had to stop himself from mentioning some of their fans as being the cause of some of the hardships in their relationship. A lot of them didn’t like the fact that he was with someone, and now bringing her out to show the whole world—her skin color would make them hate her even more.

“It’s pretty much just distance that’s the problem.”

“Well,” the mc said smiling, “distance is no longer a problem for the moment right? Isn’t she here today with you?”

You and Hansol have this weird ability to read each other with ease. By the look on his face, the way he bit his lip and forced a smile that looked quite convincing—he was panicking and not because he didn’t want to show you off because trust and believe the man did he so badly wanted to do that. The whole thing with far from the beauty standards there…and being half Black and Korean. It made his head spin.

Staff had fixed your hair, and makeup, your usual curls now straightened without you having the strength to protest against them using a flat iron. Your wider nose had been contoured to appear softer. Last but not least they had tried to use foundation and concealer shades lighter than you actually were but both you, Hansol and Joshua had put a stop to that immediately. You weren’t broken, so they didn’t need to fix you.

One of the women whom you held multiple conversations with regarding how terrified you were about going out there because of the issues with people with darker complexions she had given you this short advice to plant into your head. If you’re on a journey, the only people who matter are the ones making sure you reach your endpoint. In other words, if their main wish is to see you be better or be happy then they mattered. If not they were nothing but gum on the sidewalk.

“This is the first time we’re seeing her. I’m a bit nervous. Tell us Vernon on a scale of one to ten how beautiful is she?”

“Nothing can measure her beauty,” Vernon spoke about you like you were a Goddess, like you were everything to him and the world needed to know that you held his heart in your hands and he was praying that one day you wouldn’t let go. “She’s amazing and I never thought I’d get the say that about someone.” Despite him being confident while speaking about you, his face went from tan to red after receiving stares from the crowd who were as surprised as you on his confession.

“God I love you Hansol.”

“You’re turning into a real man. Women make men stronger. I think everyone would like to see her now. Do you want to go get her? I think she might nervous”

He was more than okay with having you by his side in a moment that would change his career and how people see him. The boys watched Hansol get up, their own throats forming lumps as anxiety hit them all. They didn’t understand why you, Hansol and Joshua were scared for dear life but they knew that their friend was taking a risk when he decided to date you. They could see the love in Hansol’s eyes as he stared at you at times or the happiness that spread to his face as he spoke about you. All they wanted was for him to be happy.

You were biting your nails again, Hansol knew that you were definitely about to break down. “Hey, it’s going to be alright okay?” As his warm hands caressed your arms you backed away from him, your emotions so mangled up that you were afraid of lashing out at him.

“You’ll be okay, but what about me?”

“What about you? You’ll be fine darling, years from now this thing will be the past. People will get over it, in order to continue this chapter in our lives you have to come out there with me. Please, baby please.”

Again it was the love you had for him that made you ready to go through with what will be a year of hell and wanting to give up. His fans would not give you a break after they find out about you, they would not let you breathe without reminding you how Vernon could have done so much better and he could have but he chose you over everyone else. “Fuck, let’s do it.” A warm smile is what he had upon hearing your words, his heart bursting with love but his belly still holding the unknown.

He took your hand and you two started to walk towards the entrance to the stage. The audience was waiting with a curious look as it had been a few minutes since Vernon had left, even the boys were starting to get worried. There was a curtain separating you from the audience and mc, and had Vernon not quickly pulled it to the side you would have ran off to throw up.

The lights from the set almost blinded you and you felt your heart trying to escape your chest. This felt wrong, it was wrong, this was the worst thing you had to endure this year—the silence, the shock on everyone’s faces. Even disappointment from some of the younger girls. Slowly though, as Vernon had stood there with you, his hand gripping yours tightly, someone had started to clap, followed by many other who cheered for you two.

Relief.

Total fucking relief.


Although it seemed that the audience wasn’t as racist as you would have expected them, that didn’t stop the mc from commenting on the obvious difference in your skin tone from Vernon’s. It bothered you, it really did because it was the twenty-first century and people have yet to accept the fact that races were mixing and people were happy that way. You could take all of his snide comments, you had thick skin and a whole lot of experience with ignorant fuckers so this was just normal.

For Hansol it was slightly different, he too had his share of bad memories when it came to being mixed but he was the type of person who avoid confrontation and preferred to hide away even though you knew he couldn’t handle it. “Halfies always date halfies I’m guessing.” To the audience it was a joke but for you and Hansol you could hear the hatred in his voice which prompted you both to keep a straight face, you weren’t here to entertain these people.

“You date the person you like.” Hansol clapped back with a small smile on his face.

“Did girls come flocking to you in primary school? I mean- can all see that you’re clearly not Korean.”

What? You couldn’t stop your legs from bouncing as you tried so hard to bite back your tongue and to not go off on the mc. Was that man really trying to erase Vernon’s and even part of your heritage, especially on live television where he was making a fool of himself?

“I am Korean, and for your question I wasn’t the best looking-”

“Because you’re not fully Korean? But that’s okay you’re handsome now right ladies?”

Then came the cheers from the audience, the ignorant cheers and whistles as they knew nothing of what was actually happening. Or, maybe they did but they simply did not care. Lord you wish you had more strength in you today because you were so close to losing it. He placed a hand on your leg, squeezing it tightly as he was telling you to be calm, and to be very honest you didn’t want to be calm, now you wanted to be crazy. 

“Y/N have you ever tried whitening cream?”

My skin is fucking flawless, I love how my brown skin look in the sun and I don’t ever want to lower myself into your ideal standard of looking like someone threw a bag of flour at you. All you said though was, “no.” You knew what was going to come next, he would say ‘you should buy some’ and then you would nod your head and smile at him as if you weren’t going to kill him in his sleep.


“You are very beautiful, your dark skin suits you.”

“Your hair isn’t straight? Why is it like that?”

“Now that I think about it you would look better with lighter skin.“

To say that you were tired was an understatement, after having to let yourself be discriminated against for the sake of your boyfriend’s career you were drained emotionally and mentally. You felt so numb that when Hansol tried to whisper sweet things into your ear as you all rode in the car back to their dorms you sat there in silence, making him wonder if things between you and him were okay still.

You sat on the edge of his bed, taking off your shoes slowly as Hansol watched you from the doorway, closing it behind him once you looked at him. You could see the sadness on his face, the guilt and regret—he blamed himself. There was no way you was going to let him stand there and think that this was all his fault, the two of you knew that this would happen, you were ready for it. “I’m not mad at you.”

“I know.”

“I’m just so fucking tired.”

“I know.”

“Then why do you look guilty?”

He sighed, “I don’t know.” He walked over to you and knelt down, moving himself to be in between your legs as his arms wrapped around your waist and his head laid on your chest. “I’m sorry for putting you through that.” All you could hear was mumbling but you picked up on the ‘I’m sorry’.

You chuckled lightly, “I know.”

“Seungkwan is okay with sleeping with the others tonight so it’s just me and you in here. Are you hungry?”

“Oh yes, after a hard day a girl needs to eat.”

A small laugh came from him, and he was smiling with his eyes as he stared at you, his everything right now. “Pizza? I know that you haven’t eaten any non Korean foods while you were here. It’s quick and cheap too.”

Most would think that in the middle of two people speaking about food is a time where you don’t kiss them, but for you this was perfect. His head on your chest, your hands rubbing his back soothingly and his arms around you securely. You let your hands touch his face, titling his head up to you where you pressed your lips against his. “Pizza it is baby.”


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Drowning

Ten x Reader

Request: @ask-thewhiphand submitted; Could I get 5 and 3 with the Tenth Doctor pretty please?

@alix-winchester asked: I’m thinking you’re busy right now but if not I’d like to request a 3 & 5 on the prompt list where reader talks to Jack about everything but the doctor (10) doesn’t know she’s depressed. When they start dating she gets afraid he’ll leave and she runs away but he doesn’t find out why until after he’s gone looking and found her. (I’m sorry if this is too specific, you can bend a couple things if you want. Just looking for a little angst near the start and mostly fluff)

Hey there! While one of your requests has more specifics, I ended up combining both of them since they called for the same Doctor, and same prompts. Also, I just wanted to mention since I personally have not attempted suicide, and I have not experienced what it is to be, and feel like in that exact situation, I wasn’t fully sure how to write in this perspective. I did what I thought I could do, and in a way that I was able to identify with, but if anything is offensive or is harmful I will change what I need to. With that said, I did alter some things, and adjusted the dialogue to fit what the story ended up being. I hope that that’s okay! Thank you for requesting, I hope you come by again! xoxo

Title: Drowning

Warnings: Cursing, angst, depression, obsessive thoughts, suicidal thoughts, mentions of suicide

Word Count: 3,623


Everything had been going great for you so far. You had been able to go one wondrous, and amazing adventures with a man you were falling for, and your best friend in the whole universe. You hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. While you had been traveling with the Doctor and Jack for almost two years, you and the Doctor had only been officially together for almost six months. You had to give thanks to Jack really, since he was the one who was able to get the two of you to admit your feelings for each other.

While it wasn’t a secret that you had been living with depression, you kept it away from the Doctor as much as you could. You didn’t want to feel like you were burdening him, and your relationship. It just didn’t feel like it was the right time to begin talking to him about it, or trying to navigate a way of life for the two of you and your depression. You wanted to just be with him right now, and not worry about all the serious stuff.

Jack had been a wonderful friend to you throughout your time together. He was always there for you if you needed him to listen to you, talk to you, or just be with you during the times you couldn’t be alone. In return, you were there for him as well through thick and thin, making the two of you become very close. He never told the Doctor because you had asked him not to, and he was respectful of your boundaries. When you were ready, you would talk about it. However, while you were happier than what you thought most people were able to experience, it didn’t make the hard times less difficult for you to go through.

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A Coliver 3.13 coda.


“I guess you’re not the only one who’s a good liar.”

Oliver stares at him for a solid five seconds before his composure collapses with a disbelieving scoff. He shakes his head, going over the facts he knows again and again, wondering where he missed it, how had he missed it…

“Is that all you have to say?” Oliver whispers.

Connor’s jaw clenches painfully, but he stubbornly holds Oliver’s gaze, as painful as it is. “What did you expect?” He whispers harshly.

“How about the truth for once?” Oliver demands, and suddenly Connor is paralyzed by a familiar wave of terror.

He’s spent too long terrified of the truth coming out. It’s exhausting.

“What happened to blissfully ignorant?” Connor finally murmurs softly.

Oliver shakes his head. “Not with this. Not with you.

He says it like they’re something special. Like Connor and Oliver are something held above the rest of the shit storm that’s overtaken their lives. Like they’re still something worth salvaging.  

But Connor just shrugs, makes a face like it’s no big deal. Anything to throw Oliver off.

“I don’t know, I kept all this from you for a whole year. I came home to you every night like nothing was wrong.” Connor shrugs again. Looking around their little apartment, he’s flooded with memories. Memories of home. “Woke up next to you every morning, pretending like our entire life wasn’t a lie. Fucked you like I wasn’t thinking about the blood on my hands–”

“WHY DO YOU DO THAT??”

Connor flinches at the volume of Oliver’s voice.

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Imagine always walking home with Rafael after work

Imagine always walking home with Rafael after work 

“You don’t have to this, Reagan,” Rafael sighed, calling down to you as he came down the steps of the DA’s office to meet you.

“But I actually do, Barbs.” You corrected for the umpteenth time that day yourself, turning in your position at the bottom of the stairs so you could face him, “It’s part of the whole protect and serve thing and you know. My boss told me too,” 

“Still don’t understand why I need a police escort to walk me home,” He commented huffing.

“Might have something to do with those death threats you’ve been getting?” You reminded, “But hey what do I know,”

“From my experience, very little,” He smirked.

“Shall we?” You suggested, giving him a little playful shove forward but ignoring his comment.

“Let’s go” He grinned, walking past you.

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Ghost hunt

Fandom : Dream Daddy

Robert x Dad

This is a fluff. I’m very thirsty.


You are holding Robert’s hand and it’s not all that wonderful.

It’s been a night, that’s for sure. You’ve been through bar hopping, rock shooting and pizza eating, like any other night, but this one was different, since now you were running as fast as you could, clutching Robert’s sweaty palm, not daring to look around. You promised each others ghost hunting and, well, here you were, fleeing from a bloody hell you’ve witnessed an alley back. Seems ghost hunting turned all the way around. Suddenly you heard a painful yelp and turned on your heels to see Robert stumbling and falling on the ground, almost taking you with him. “Fuck,” he says “think I twisted my ankle. I’m hurt”.

“Hi hurt, I’m dad,” you say. You don’t know why you said that, the words left your mouth on their own. Robert looked up at you, pissed. “Great daddy, you ready to die? Because I can’t walk and after that abomination of a joke I sure as hell won’t let you just walk off”.

A loud crash comes from the alley. You both look up, terrified. You do the first thing you can think of – with all the strenght your Dad arms contain, you pick Robert up for a piggyback ride of your life. For a second there you think your spine is gonna break. You hear another loud crash coming from the alley, closer this time. Just gotta get to the car, I can do this! -you think to yourself. Robert digs his fingers into your shoulders and you bolt so fast you might’ve beaten some record if you were taking a part in a short distance dad run.

Unfortunately your pace drops after something like ten seconds and after five more you are on your knees, trying to catch your breath while Robert gives you a dissapointed look. “Pleasured to die by your side” he declares, suddelny looking up. “Holy fuck” he says softly. You looks up as well and finally see the monstrosity. It’s a dark figure, tall, way too tall, hidden in the shadows, coming at them steadily. Robert looks at you again and grabs your wrist – hard. You avert your gaze from the figure. “You have to run. Now.” Robert says.

Can’t,” you answer, still hardly breathing. “You are too heavy, I can’t…”

Shut up and listen” he hisses “Leave me be and run. I’ll be alright.”

I can’t leave you!”

You have to” Robert inssists and something in his eyes shows just how serious he is. You breake the eye contact and glance at the monstrum creeping closer. Suddenly you know what to do.

You stand up and take a step back. Then another. Robert doesn’t look at you anymore. Then, yelling at the top of your lungs, you lounge forward right at the monster. Shock appears on Robert’t face as he tries to grab you in the last moment but fails. You clench your fist and take aim, determined to punch the shit out of the monster. That’s what real dads do, right? Or how real dads die at least.


The monster let out a shriek and fell behined, seconds before you could blast a punch. It fell on it’s butt, if monsters even had butts, and it’s face became illuminated by the light of the moon shining through the clouds. Your eyes widened.

Mary?”Robert shouted from behined, confusion in his voice.

And who the fuck did you think I was!?”

A mothman, maybe…” you said.

And you tried to hit me!?”

You tried to hit Mary?”

I thought she was a mothman!”

I told you, mothman is bullshit. Anyways, Mary, what were you thinking, running after us in that…erm…mothman costume?”

You let out a groan. “You just said mothman is bullshit!”

Robert waved a hand at you. “Yeah, but shes dressed as him, I think.”

Mary winced. “Listen up, honeybee, I’m wearing a fucking coat because it’s fucking cold and fucking high heels because they make me look hot as hell, and you, you dumb shit,” she gracefully pointed her finger at Robert “left your fucking wallet in the last fucking bar your ass has been in. So, as an amazing friend that I am, I left some unfinished buisness…” That has probobly already run away from the city, if he’s not dumb – you think to yourself, “trying to give it back to you”.

Mary tossed Robert his wallet.

Thank you, dove” he responded, casually putting it in his jacket. “Couldn’t’ve put the story more nicely”.

Fucking couldn't” Mary stood up.

What’s the deal with you anyway?” she asks, pointing at Robert again.

He twisted his ankle, we need to get him to the hospital” You said and Mary looked at you as if she saw you for the first time in her life.

Yeah, right…he get’s those placebo injuries from time to time when he drinks” she smirks. “Get up, big boy.”

That’s bullshit!” I say as I rush to help Robert up, but he stops me with a simple hand gesture. I stand back as he stumbles but doesn’t fall. “Well, seems Mary was right” Robert chuckles a little.

Now you are pissed. “I could’ve died for you!” you shout and Robert’s bursting into giggles.

And I appreciate that, my friend. I’m a bit creeped out by it, but I appreciate it”.


You’ve finally dropped Mary home and rode two more housed ahead to drop Robert off at his place.

You both sit in comfortable silence for a bit. He turns to you with actual smile on his face. “Been a blast”.

Surely was, maybe besides that moment when I thought we were gonna die a horrible death” you respond and hear his soft laughter again. You are uncomfortably aware that you are blushing.

I’m also still mad about that ankle thing.” you say, trying to save your dignity. Robert winks at you. “You’ve been lucky. I just remembered that one time I thought I’ve torn my whole arm off. Wasn’t much fun when I tried to explain it to the doctor. He just somehow couldn’t belive I was missing an arm. Maybe that’s because I was waving it around, surely attached and shit.” You burst into laughter as he continue to speak. “Anyways, about tonight…well, I liked every second of it to be honest”.

Robert leans, closing the distance between you. He places a soft kiss on your lips and pull back a moment later. You keep on staring at his parted lips. It’s the first kiss you two shared since Amanda’s farewell party and no matter how fast and delicate it felt, it also felt like the best one you had. The most geniue.

Robert hops out of your car, waving at you. Looking at the back of his head as he leaves you are pretty sure the tips of his ears are a little reddened.

You pull up at your own driveway and upon getting into the house you fall asleep on the couch with the tv on and the butterflies still flying around in your stomach.

Kidge fic part 1/?

AN: Hi everyone!! So i did a little something and wrote a little thing. This isn’t very long since i haven’t creatively written in a long time, so bear with me because i’m rusty. But the idea came to me yesterday and i just kinda ran with it, something fun and cute i wanted to contribute to my favorite space kids. I’m working on a part 2 but i’m not sure when i’ll have it done, or if that’ll be the end of it but we’ll see! Let me know if you enjoyed it, give me any *constructive* criticisms you may have. But no hate please! if you don’t like it, it’s not for you, and if you don’t like Kidge why are you on my blog?

Keith sat down on the couch next to Pidge and took his jacket off and threw it to the reclining chair across the room. “I bought these peanut butter cookies at Fresh Market. They’re made in the bakery fresh every day,” he said as he placed the bag on the coffee table in front of them.

Pidge’s eyes widened as she glanced at the bag, then back to Keith, “woah, thank you!! I should’ve gotten some blood orange San Pell for you, I know it’s your favorite. I only picked up clementine, I’m sorry.” It was the first time they had gotten to see each other that summer. Keith had been home from Garrison for summer break for almost a month, but Pidge had been so busy finishing her year that their schedules didn’t match.

“Don’t worry about it,” Keith said softly, “consider it a graduation present since I was working and couldn’t watch you walk.”

Pidge snorted, “oh please, graduating high school isn’t even a big deal. I’m SO ready to be at Garrison, I just want it to be August already!” She pushed her glasses up her nose as she reached for the PlayStation controller. “What’re you in the mood to watch tonight? Netflix just added a bunch of shitty-looking horror movies that I’ve been dying to laugh at.” They used to have movie nights weekly. It was Saturday tradition for Pidge, Keith, Shiro and Matt to gather in the Holts’ basement and watch documentaries, scary movies, and cult classics together. When Shiro and Matt went off to college Pidge and Keith kept having movie nights, forcing them to get to know each other better. By the time Keith had graduated two years prior, they had become the best of friends. Nobody knew Keith’s full Mothman theory better than Pidge, and Keith knew just about every trivia fact about the members of Paramore just because Pidge loved them so much and would go on tangents about all of Hayley Williams’ hair colors.

Pidge scrolled through the thumbnails for the horror movies on the screen. “It doesn’t matter to me. Nothing can be worse than those VHS movies,” Keith scoffed.

“What?! The part with the zombies is TOTALLY terrifying! That shit could happen!”

“Okay, zombies, 100% probable in real life. But a way better zombie franchise would be Resident Evil. Those movies ACTUALLY kick ass. Plus the first one is scary, we don’t know what kind of corporations could be underground here,” Keith retorted.

They went back and forth skimming through options until they settled on a crappy-looking movie series about aliens.

By the time the third movie had started, both Keith and Pidge were asleep on the couch. Pidge opened her eyes in a haze to glance at the screen that was asking if they were still watching. She went to reach for the controller and froze as she moved her arm, realizing her position. They had started on separate ends of the couch, but she somehow ended up with her head in Keith’s lap, him sound asleep with his head resting on his hand propped up on the arm rest on the couch. His ability to sleep almost anywhere amazed her. She slowly sat up and placed some distance between the two of them before she nudged his shoulder.

“Hey,” she whispered, “Keith, it’s 2 am. We both fell asleep.”

He opened is eyes and yawned, a confused and sleepy look on his face. “Oh shit, how’d that happen? Those movies were TERRIFYING, I can’t believe we weren’t too scared to sleep.” His quickness to sarcasm upon immediately being woken up was comforting to her.

He looked down to his lap then up again at her. She felt her ears and face flush. Did he fall asleep first or did she? Did he even know she was on his lap like that? Damn, this is so embarrassing! How did she even end up there?! Back before he, Lance, and Hunk had graduated, Lance and Hunk would tease her about having a crush on him. Just because they spent a lot of time together didn’t mean they had to like each other. They were just friends, just neighbors. Hell, they probably wouldn’t have ever hung out if it weren’t for Matt and Shiro. Besides, she barely ever talked to him when they were actually in school, despite always being put in advanced math with the three of them. She was positive Lance and Hunk had made up the crush theory just to mess with her. She never even gave it a serious thought… until now.

Until she felt the burning on her cheeks from realizing how much physical contact they were just making. Until she realized how good he looked, eyes still a little sleepy, hair messy as usual as he gazed at her. Until she thought about how much he knows about her, and still chose to be around her. He didn’t have to. He’d been off to college for two years now, there’s no way he hadn’t made better or less annoying friends. How was it that he hadn’t come home with some gorgeous girlfriend by now? Why would he spend his Saturday night with her, the pale, glasses-adorned, geek that she is?

Shit. She was totally crushing on Keith.

“I guess I should get going then, huh?” His voice broke her train of thought and she felt herself blush even harder, and focused her eyes on the floor.

She stifled a yawn. “Uh, yeah,” she let out a half-ass chuckle, “I should go to bed for real if my mom’s having the whole family over for a graduation party.” She snapped up to look at him, “you’re coming, right?” She looked down again, almost as quickly as she looked up, a sense of embarrassment washing over her.

“Of course, after I get off work,” he said and gave her a soft smile, standing up and walking to the chair that his jacket was laid across. He headed up the stairs and she followed to lock the door behind him when she left, but kept a safe distance. She couldn’t handle any more physical contact, whether it be intentional or accidental, her sweaty palms were indicative of that.

They reached the front door and Keith stepped out, Pidge standing in the doorway behind him. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, then. You should bring more of those cookies, too.” She said and smiled at him.

“Sure thing,” he said and offered a smile in return. She was almost sure she melted into a puddle in that very spot. God, crushes are so stupid. He turned and started walking towards his bike and she started to close the door behind him.

She heard his footsteps stop and then quicken, “hey,” she heard and turned over her shoulder, opening front door once again.

Before she could utter a response, he was also in the doorframe, his lips pressed against hers, right hand in her hair. It only lasted for a few seconds but it felt like days, weeks, even years had passed in that time. He pulled his face away from hers, eyes opening but his hand still tangled in her light brown locks.

“Goodnight, Katie.” With that he turned and wasted no time getting to his bike and riding away, leaving her in the doorframe, mouth open, one hand held up to her lips where his once were. She felt her heart skip a beat and every inch of her visible skin turning a deep scarlet.

If she wasn’t fully awake before, she definitely was then.

In Sickness and In Health - shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - hi everyone! i’m gonna put a disclaimer here - this will be a multichapter, but because i’m focusing on party, jttou and MQ, this won’t be updated for quite a long time. my apologies if you like it, lmao <3 

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