but he did about his patients

Video Logs

Hunk walked out of the recording room with a small smile. Tired, and a bit vulnerable, but still a smile. The rest of the paladins waited patiently for their friend to finish his log, Shiro being next to go.

“How did it go buddy? Talk about Shay?” Lance nudged his best friend with a wide grin, eyebrows waggling with unspoken context. Hunk’s smile slipped, and he chuckled nervously. 

“Y’know those recordings are supposed to be more serious than that dude.”

Lance’s grin stuttered, and he paused skeptically.

“What do you mean? We’re just recording some daily thoughts and dating our adventures.” Lance furrowed his eyebrows. That was what they were supposed to do right? Log their missions and thoughts?

Shiro shook his head as he made his way over to the two paladins. He rubbed the back of his neck with a small sigh. 

“It’s more complicated than that. These logs are something all space cadets do when they’re on a mission away from home. A safe space to let out your feelings and fears, self-reflect. It helps with keeping a healthy mental state and what not. Plus they’re nice to look back on when you want to ground yourself.” Shiro explained thoughtfully. Hunk nodded behind him.

“That’s what we were taught to do at the Garrison, remember?”

Lance felt a sense of dread pouring over his shoulders. He had managed to botch even this. 

“You mean you guys opened up and stuff?” Lance frowned, feeling more uncomfortable by the second. He never had to openly admit to the heavy stuff swirling around in his head before, especially on camera where any of the team could watch and judge. 

Keith grunted in response, rubbing his right eye, which Lance finally realized was red with tears! Pidge held out a long, indecisive noise while moving the palm of her hand in a rocking motion. 

“More or less, I’m not really one to look into the sappy stuff.” Pidge added, smiling towards her brother at the far end of the room. Matt was too focused on trying to beat a level to overhear any of the conversation. Pidge had already resolved most of her turmoil, Lance guessed.

Suddenly a creeping fear crawled up Lance’s neck. Here his teammates were talking about the gritty, blemished truths of being stuck in space. While Lance was focusing on how pretty Allura looked.

Shiro walked into the room to start his recording, while Hunk placed on hand on his best friend’s shoulder. 

“What did you talk about Lance? In your video?” 

Hunk stared expectantly, and Lance’s mind flitted with all the potential hours of video logging he could fill with his own fears and feelings. His homesickness, his isolation, the idea that he wasn’t good enough, the fear he would let the team down or worse, get someone hurt. 

He was terrified of the Galra winning, of his team realizing he wasn’t worthy of a lion and replacing him. He felt his insecurities grip his lungs and self-disappointment shackle his wrists. He bit his tongue as unwarranted thoughts of guilt flashed in his mind, feeling wrong for finding Keith’s eyes much prettier than Allura’s. 

How his mother reacted to her son’s death, how Blue locked him out without so much as a goodbye, how Black rejected him after pleading, how his friends saw him as a one dimensional, joke of a person. 

Lance managed a strained smile. 

“Can’t talk about the heavy stuff when there isn’t anything wrong, bud.” 

Okay listen, I totally get overboarding a plane is a thing BUT here’s why I’m fucking mad

#1 They immediately chose an Asian man.

#2 The man’s refusal to leave was because he was a DOCTOR who had to see patients IN THE MORNING

#3 Legally airline officials and police offers are not allowed to board a plane unless due to two circumstances, ONE a passenger is endangering other passengers whether through unruly behavior or possession of a weapon, or two, a passenger is causing a disruption. This passenger was not causing a disruption UNTIL HE WAS DRAGGED OFF THE PLANE

#4 Legally airline rules state that a passenger may be denied boarding a flight due to overboarding. NO WHERE in the rules states that they can do it after everyone has been boarded, AND DRAG THEM OFF THEY PLANE WHILE THEY ARE SCREAMING, HIT THEIR HEAD AND KNOCK THEM UNCONSCIOUS AND GIVE THEM MAJOR FACIAL INJURIES AND A FUCKING CONCUSSION

#5 The man returned to the plane and while being brutally attacked continued screaming “just kill me just kill me” This man would’ve rather died than be treated like that


“They could’ve put their own people on a different flight. They could have sent a couple of crew members across town to the other Chicago airport. They could have put the crew on a Southwest flight. And if they had offered passengers $1,350 in cash, I bet they would have had ten people jump up and take it. And there would’ve been people who would’ve rented a car and drove down to Louisville. There were a lot of things the airline could’ve done, but they didn’t.”

I think this says a lot about americas treatment of minorities. A guarantee you if they had asked a white cishet businessman to leave and he refused they would’ve moved on
They could’ve just moved on. They could’ve asked other people. Or be like “hey we’ll give you $1,350 cash if you leave AND EVERYONE WOULD BE RUSHING OUT OF THE PLANE EXCEPT FOR THE PEOPLE WHO REALLY NEED IT

Edit to post as new information has been released: Other people volunteered to go instead of the man while the incident was happening. They were denied.

Edit # 2: For everyone in notes saying this isn’t about race because a “computer system selected it”

#1 a young white couple offered to go instead, they were refused

#2The computer system did not chose to beat him and drag him off the plane

#3 He had a very valid and important reason why he had to stay on that plane, in the videos you can hear him politely say “I am sorry I cannot leave I am a doctor who has to see patients in the morning”

#4 There was no disruption for the police to be called there UNTIL the police were called there, with the police creating the disruption itself by dragging this man out of the plane

#5 The second time the man boarded the plane he was brutalized even further and was knocked out, having to be carried off the plane in a STRETCHER Yeah totally this wasn’t about race oops silly me guess it’s okay that he was beaten to an abhorred extent with no basis or grounds

My student submitted the most disturbing “Living History” project I’ve ever seen 

By reddit user gretelcat

One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at the end of every school year. Kids are supposed to sit with their grandparents and video tape, voice record, or transcribe their oldest memories for posterity (and for an easy way to bring up their GPA).

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Let’s not think of Lance’s family, back on Earth.

Let’s not think about his parents, sending their son off to the Garrison because he loves the stars and he knows what he wants and he’s worked so hard to get there—let’s not think about them being told their son is never coming home.

Let’s not think about how his parents told the rest of the family. Let’s not think about trying to explain to his younger siblings that I’m sorry, sweetheart, but Lance won’t be coming home this summer. Let’s not think about his siblings misunderstanding, and asking when he would be coming home. Let’s not think about his parents having to explain what it really means that Lance is d—de—dead. Let’s not think about his siblings finally understanding and crying and screaming at everything that goes wrong for the next few months, because What does it matter, Mama? Why does it matter if I’m good? Lance was good! Lance was good but he’s still gone! I don’t want to be good if it means I’ll go away!

Let’s not think about his parents trying to be strong for their children. Let’s not think about them crying, alone, in the middle of the night, when nobody can interrupt them, because dammit Lance was meant for better things that this; he was meant to shine; he was meant to l  i v e

Let’s not think about Lance’s older siblings and extended family. Let’s not think about his older siblings learning that their baby brother—the one who was trying to do so much with his life, who had so many plans and dreams, who was kind of patient and good and wonderful and insecure, yes, but who took that and used it to make sure none of his siblings ever felt like he did—was gone because of some freak accident that they never got a full answer for because It’s classified. Let’s not think about his older siblings trying to understand why this would happen, how this could happen, how are any of them supposed to just cope and move on now that Lance, the brother who was only sixteen, damn it, he was still a child, was dead and would never call home again on Christmas and Easter and on everyone’s birthdays.

Let’s not think about the younger ones—not the youngest, exactly, who still didn’t really understand that dead meant never coming back and still asked when Lance would come home, but the younger ones, the ones closest in age to Lance—developing separation anxiety, and refusing to go to school because what if while they were gone someone else left, too?

(Let’s not think about Lance, in space, wishing he could go home and see his family and his mother and his siblings and hug them and tell them all about the stars and the wonderful things he had seen. Let’s not think about him, lonely, feeling like a seventh wheel, not knowing where his place is, because at home he knew it was his job to comfort and be his mother’s right hand man, but out here nobody wants his comfort, and there is no mother for him to help. It’s just him, teammates who don’t really seem to like him, and a neverending vastness of stars and heartache.)

Let’s not think about any of that at all.

my what a guy, gaston!

okay so i know i already did one of these for beauty and the beast (for fuck’s sake shana write about some new fairytales why are you like this) but i listened to sam tsui’s cover of a tale as old as time and OH BOY, OH MY HONEY OH MY DARLING

okay, so in the very early stages of the original beauty and the beast, gaston was an aristocrat. that eventually got scrapped, but oh what if it didn’t

so say gaston is the son of someone very high up in the royalty chain, someone who’s parents are important enough that he spends an awful lot of time at the castle? and our prince adam isn’t really down with this whole ~being a prince~ thing, he’s a brat, like so many other kids are brats (but these kids don’t get turned into beasts by random witches, like i’m sorry but i’ll never not think that beast didn’t get the short end of the stick there) and so he spends the least about of time possible parading about with a crown on his head. he likes going outside, like riding his horses and playing in the woods, and all sorts of other things that make his parents shake their heads and despair at the inability to have another child, because their son is a small disaster.

and here comes gaston, who’s older and more long suffering. gaston in naturally dramatic, okay, he likes being flashy and fun and loud, all the things the son of a noble shouldn’t be. so by the point he meets adam he’s listened to his parents, folded himself up nice and tight into this quiet boy who just doesn’t want any trouble. adam loves trouble. if he can’t find it, he invents it.

so he grabs onto gaston like glue, and gaston is irritated, but he’s the prince, he can’t say anything or his parents will kill him. so he lets adam keep dragging him out horseback riding and hunting and rock climbing and all sorts of things little noble boys aren’t supposed to do. they spare, and no matter that gaston is bigger and older he never wins, adam always ends up pinning him to the ground with his arm to his throat and he’d more irritated about it if the prince didn’t look so delighted every time he won. adam loves all the animals that he’s not interested in eating, and gaston tries to point out that it’s a little weird how thrilled adam is to take down a deer when two minute later he’s trying to entice a wolf to come closer so he can pet it, and also holy shit adam that’s a wolf what’s wrong with you

adam loves his staff, the people who do their best to reign in this little terror but don’t try that hard, because the thing about bratty kids is that they’re rarely brats all the time, as an adult you swing between wanting to strangle them and finding them so adorable and charming your chest hurts. so mrs. potts indulges him, likes the way he’s only ever really patient while he’s playing with her son chip when he’s snuck into the kitchen to beg her for some extra cookies. lumiere and cogsworth are his tutors and spend more time arguing with each other than teaching him, and he’s delighted by that.

and so adam is this loud, exuberant little prince who slowly but surely picks at gaston’s barrier until gaston almost feels like himself again, and adam doesn’t do what his parents did. adam doesn’t make fun of him for how much he cares about his hair, about how he hates dirt under his fingernails. as long as gaston keeps following him into dangerous situations, adam doesn’t care about much of anything, and gaston loves him for it.

and gaston’s on the cusp of teenagerhood when he realizes he loves adam, the prince, this is awful and he immediately has a panic attack over it, he’s to be lord and adam is to be king, it will never work, oh, and adam probably doesn’t like boys, and – oh my god, all those schoolyard taunts about him being gay we’re right this is a nightmare.

he’d freak out about this properly and probably go charging to the castle to confess his love in true embarrassing 12 year old fashion – except his parents set him down, pale, and say, “they’re gone, they’re all gone, the king and queen were found dead and the prince is gone and now a monster lives in the castle.” and of course gaston takes this to the most logical conclusion – a beast broke into the castle, killed the love of his young life, and now he’s claimed the castle for his own.

this is gaston’s defining moment okay, this is the point where he snaps and never goes back. he rebels against his parents, refuses to fit himself back into the mold of the perfect son, tries to live his life like adam would have wanted him to. that means being exactly who he is and damn the consequences. he focuses on his hair and his clothes and his looks, he pursues hunting because it reminds him of adam, because so much of their friendship took place in the woods, covered in mud and laughing. he pursues hunting because, one day, when he’s the very best he’s going to go the castle and kill the beast that killed adam. and his parents are furious about all of this and they disown him in favor of his young siblings and he just. doesn’t give a shit.

so he moves to the town, and everyone loves him, of course they love him. he’s loud and arrogant, but – he’s not cruel. he’s beautiful and brings in more pelts and meat than any other hunter and gaston doesn’t miss the days of being a young lordling in the slightest. but girls keep throwing themselves at him and he doesn’t know how to keep refusing either outing himself or hurting their feelings, so he goes to belle. belle, who is every inch as pretty he is. belle, who is smart and quiet and kind in a reserved sort of way. if there’s anyone who won’t judge him, it’s her.

so he goes to her, and tells her the truth – that he only likes men, that he’s not interested in advertising the fact, and asks her to pretend to be his lady. and belle, kind sweet belle, agrees. she does it out of sense of duty to help those in need, because nothing she knows of gaston says she will enjoy this. but she’s proven wrong, because gaston was raised to be a lord of course he’s educated, just because he doesn’t really care about any of that stuff doesn’t mean he doesn’t know it. and belle can speak with him like she can no other, because gaston has more formal education than anyone else in this village. and to their surprise, gaston and belle become friends, become the closest of friends, and gaston hasn’t known this closeness since adam, although it’s different because he loves belle but he’s not in love with belle.

and one day belle and her father are out traveling and sudden snowstorm forces them into the castle. belle knows there’s some sort of monster that supposedly lives there, but it’s either the castle for refuge or dying of cold outside, so into the castle they go. and instead of a hideous monster there’s adam, the beast. he’s rude and gruff and calls them twelve kinds of idiots for getting caught in a snowstorm in the first place. he offers them a room before sulking back into his study, watching the last petal threaten to the fall from the rose.

the castle is so excited to have guests, to have a young girl that may be their saving grace, and beast doesn’t know how to tell them that he likes girls well enough, but the only person he’s ever loved is a prickly, stuffy little boy who used to wring his hands together whenever they went looking for wolves. the storm doesn’t abate, and belle and her father stay. beast likes belle, likes how much she loves his library and the courteous way she speaks to all his staff even tho they’re all furniture, and he wishes he could love her, she is a woman that deserves to be loved. but he can’t.

back in the village, gaston has had it. the beast took adam from him, and he wont allow that thing to take belle. he rallies the villagers and goes marching to the castle, determined to save belle and her father, determined to kill the thing that killed adam.

so they storm the castle and he and the beast fight. belle and her father rush forward to stop the rest of the angry village men, and belle is screaming at gaston to stop, that things aren’t as they seem. but he’s mad with bloodlust, with revenge, and he’s about to take the beast’s head off with his axe when the beast lunges and pushes him to the ground, pinning him with an arm to his throat. and the muscle memory is so sudden and visceral that gaston freezes and stares at the snarling beast and whispers, “adam?”

and the beast blinks, and pulls back a little, and goes …… “gaston!?”

literally everyone is so confused, but they only get more confused when gaston throws himself at the beast and there’s a rush of magic as the last petal falls and the spell is broken. gaston sees beast for who he really is, loves him wholly and completely in the way only children can, and the curse is broken.

so gaston goes from having the beast in his arms to having a man, and he kisses him, outing himself in front of the whole village and not caring in the slightest. “i’ve missed you,” adam says, reaching out a hand to cup gaston’s cheek.

his staff are people again, and the cloud of darkness that had fallen over the castle is lifted. the old and irritable third cousin twice removed who’d been running the country is more than happy to hand it back over to adam, so happy in fact that he doesn’t question anything about this incredibly weird situation.

gaston and adam were children with a children’s love, but as adam gets his castle and kingdom up and running again, gaston is there. and their love deepens, and strengthens, and becomes something much more real and true than it ever was before. and gaston knows he can’t keep this, that adam will need to take a queen and gaston won’t be able to be with him after that.

except no one told adam that, because he goes to belle who just, never left the castle because she likes it and it likes her and her two favorite people are here. and also they’ll pry her from that library over her dead body. “hey,” adam says, “so, i’m kind of the king now.”

“i noticed,” belle answers, and doesn’t look up from her book.

adam considers closing it, but also considers that he likes his hands attached to his wrists. “want to get married? we’ll need to produce an heir or two, but beyond that you’ll get all the books you want and a whole country to boss around.” one of the things adam had quickly learned was that belle loved bossing people around.

belle doesn’t look up from her book. he hadn’t honestly expected her too. “okay. I’m dating plumette. im going to keep doing that.”

“nice,” he says, because plumette is a lot prettier now that she isn’t a feather duster.

so adam find gaston and tells him that he’s marrying belle, and gaston’s whole heart breaks but it makes sense, adam and belle make sense together, and he wishes he could make himself hate either of them but he can’t because he loves them both. but then adam is talking about how belle will have the rooms next to theirs, and gaston should probably stop paying rent for his house in the village, he lives in a literal palace, come on now.

and gaston figures out that adam is planning to stay with him, that belle is his wife and queen in name only and and gaston will continue to be the one in his heart and in his bed. adam is talking about how they all really need to sit down and do something about the redistribution of tax revenue, and they should probably do it before the wedding because otherwise their subjects will only show up to throw fruit at them. gaston cuts him off by pressing his king and love of his life against the wall and kissing him breathless.

cogsworth and lumiere walk by and pause mid-argument to wolf whistle at them before continuing on their way. gaston and adam end up having to hold each other up as they laugh so hard they can’t breath.

and everyone lives happily ever after.

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Neil’s blood went cold. “What did you tell her about me?”
“Doctor-patient confidentiality, Neil! But I know she likes you. Bee has a thing for lost causes.”
“I am not a lost cause.”
Andrew put his hand over Neil’s mouth to shut him up and said, “Liar. But that’s what makes you interesting. It’s also what makes you dangerous. I should know better by now. Maybe I’m not as smart as I thought I was.”

(p.s.love this moment. Just think, Andrew told Bee about Neil. Just think he wanted to touch him. Just think how it was hard for Andrew to have feelings for Neil… I just thought he wanted to do something like it)

Flirting is Hard When You’re Harry Potter

Original headcanon by @ harry-is-lily-ginny-is-james!!!

It’s still monday! …for a half an hour anyway. This one ended up being much bigger than I originally planned. I hope you like it~

(Now posted on AO3!)

“It’s all the paper talks about anymore,” Draco frowned, “Stupid Potter.”

“We’re agog,” Blaise said pouring himself and Draco a cup of coffee.

Pansy smothered a yawn and picked up a piece of toast, “Do tell.”

Draco folded his paper, eyes scanning past the picture to the drivel written below, “Potter’s going to join the auror’s, change the world,” he grumbled, “you’d think the sun shines out of his arsehole the way they go on about him.”

Pansy rolled her eyes.

“Couldn’t agree more,” A voice said behind him from the Ravenclaw table, “that Potter’s a total pillock.”

“Exactly-” Draco turned on his bench, his words choking off before they were halfway out of his mouth.

“I really don’t know what they see in him,” Potter said flatly, taking a massive bite of pancake.

Luna smiled absently at Potter’s side, “I don’t know, I’ve always thought he was quite nice.”

Potter picked up his pumpkin juice, “To-tal pil-lock.”

Draco felt his face go hot and he spun around back to his plate. Blaise quickly picked up his coffee cup to hide a growing smile. Pansy snorted, almost choking on her toast, she ducked her head and fumbled for her cup.

Draco grabbed his bag and left the table with an imperious sniff.

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queertrashmouth  asked:

prompt: stan accidentally lets it slip to eddie that richie has a major crush on him

- ok I imagine Stan and Eddie sitting in the booth of some old fashioned diner

- Stan has a vanilla milkshake and Eddie has strawberry

- that’s irrelevant but anyway

- it was supposed to be a study session for their test tomorrow but like fucking always, Eddie is talking about something Richie said

- now Stan is so patient he could literally watch paint dry

- but he has had it up to here with his friends being stupid and obvious so he just fuckin goes for it

- “you know, maybe you should go do this at Richie’s house?”

- “um Richie’s not even in our bio class, stupid”

- “maybe not but he’s been dying to study your anatomy since 8th grade”

- Eddie goes about 20 different shades of red

- and Stan, the little shit, just casually sips his milkshake like “whoops did I say that out loud”

- when Eddie calms down enough to ask questions, he’s talking about 100 miles per minute

- “Did Richie really say that? Does he talk about me often? I’m gonna have a panic attack. Wait I thought he liked girls. You’re his best friend you’d know oh my GOD I’ll die if he likes me Stan I’ll just DIE”

- and Stan is honestly kinda taken aback bc sure he knew Eddie had a crush but turns out he’s just as head over heels as trashmouth is

- “oh so you love him too?”

- cue a borderline cartoonish spittake of Eddie’s milkshake

- “LOVE??!!?!?!??!?!?!”

- Eddie flies outta that diner so fast

- fuck the bio test

- fuck everything

- he’s getting to Richie’s house if it kills him

- and Stan’s still sitting there, figures he might as well order a burger for a job well done 

- the waitress is almost a little scared bc she’s never seen anybody look so damn smug

(keep the requests coming people, I’m slowly but surely getting to them)

The moment I became obsessed with Elorcan:

“Elide (…) found herself not afraid of anything as he did it again, kissing one corner of her mouth, then the other. Such gentle, patient kisses- his hands equally so as they stroked the hair back from her brow, as they trailed over her hips, her ribs.” 

Why? Why THIS exact moment? If this was a description of Chaol or Dorian or even Rowan, I would probably not freak at all. But we are talking about LORCAN SALVATERRE, the dude that’s been in love with a crazy bitch for centuries, the dude that’s been described as cold and ruthless and always getting what he wants. From these descriptions alone, I would have guessed Lorcan to be really really forward when it comes to sex (which he is), but also a little impatient- someone who just goes for it without really considering his partner’s wants and needs. 

Lorcan is described as having “unending cold rage”, caring only for himself and maybe Maeve. Why should he be a considerate, attentive guy in bed????? Wouldn’t fit the character he’s being described as. Logically, you wouldn’t put Lorcan into the cute/fluffy/ perfect fae boyfriend box.

But. BUT. When he’s getting it on with Elide, he’s described as gentle and patient. He’s not pulling her clothes off after a few seconds, he’s not violently kissing her or being urgent in any way. He doesn’t even seem to restrain himself. He’s just…enjoying that they are taking it slow for now. 

AND THATS WHAT MAKES SUCH A DIFFERENCE TO ME!!!!! Because Lorcan is NOT a gentle and patient person- look at his feud with Aelin, Rowan, the Carde, basically the whole world. He manages to pick a fight with everyone after a few seconds. But with Elide, he forgets all of that- he’s knows how precious Elide is and that he can’t pull any of that bullshit with her. I bet if she told him that she wanted to wait 5 years before sleeping with him, he wouldn’t even BLINK and just accept that. 

And I also bet Lorcan would NOT do that for everyone. He’s not considerate like  Dorian, or trying to do the right thing like Chaol. I bet Lorcan has pissed a lot of his lovers off. I bet he’s grown annoyed and impatient with a lot of them, and I bet all those years of pining after Maeve also made him really cold hearted and bitter. I bet there have been more than a few times where he didn’t care about how things felt for his partner. 

But with Elide, he is suddenly gentle. He is patient. That centuries- old demi-fae, who has slaughtered and schemed and betrayed, who had probably slept with hundreds of women and who is described as muscular and hulking and honestly a little scary- that man transforms into someone else entirely. 

That quote just made that so obvious to me. And that, my friends, was the moment I became utter, desperate Elorcan TRASH. 

the bayard is the paladin is the lion: a season 3 prediction

Alternatively titled: Watch This Child Jeopardize Her GPA in Real Time As She Ignores Her Midterms to Write Yet Another Fucking Meta

The lovely @littleblackchats already wrote an awesome post about the symbolism of the bayards for each of the characters in Voltron. But I was wondering: could we take it a step further and use the weapons - and what they say symbolically about the paladins wielding them - to make an informed guess about who’s going to end up in what lion next season?

(even if the answer to that question is no, i’m already writing this so whatever)

Since Allura, Keith, and Lance are the most likely to be swapped into new lions (or, in Allura’s case, to be put into a lion for the first time), I thought it’d be cool to take a look at what the weapons each of them wields says about their personalities, and whether that can give us hints as to who’s gonna be the Black Paladin next season while Shiro’s gone.

Alright, so in episode 1, Allura tells us that a lion’s quintessence is mirrored in its paladin, and that the paladin shapes the bayard. So lion = paladin = bayard. The lion and paladin should be similar in personalty, and the bayard should be compatible to the paladin’s style of fighting and personality as well. This is shown really well in Hunk and Pidge: Pidge’s weapon is small (like her), electric (reflecting her interest in computers), and made for precision (Pidge is more interested in finding clever solutions than just brute-forcing problems), while Hunk’s is big (just like him), long-range (reflecting his wish to stay distanced from conflict), and packs a punch (Hunk is the strongest character on the team, after all).

So the weapons tell us something about the personalities of the ones using them. But what can their respective weapons tell us about Keith, Lance, and Allura?

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anonymous asked:

Hello!! Can I ask for a friend zoned MC feeling unrequited love to the RFA + V & Unknown which ends in a "I like you god damn it" confession?? And they like you back?? Thank youuuu (: I love your blog btw

Author’s note: sorry this is so rushed I have to post Saeran/V’s separate bc this is so long || So some of these aren’t as much confessions as they are cute, BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM NONETHELESS ♥


  • “To the left, MC!!!! NO, YOUR OTHER LEFT!”
  • You smashed the buttons of your controller down, hoping something good would happen
  • I have no idea what I’m doing.
  • “Uhh, Yoosung?”
  • “Hmm?”
  • “I think I just died.”
  • “WHAT?”
  • You set your controller down and glanced over at your best friend
  • His eyes were glued to the screen, tongue sticking slightly out just like it always does when he’s focused on something
  • The light from the monitor flashed white and Yoosung jerked forward, causing your knees to collide
  • You felt your face heat up at the skin on skin connection
  • “A-Ah, Yoosung?”
  • “Not now, MC, I think I can win this!!”
  • Yoosung leaned over in front of you, trying to get a better angle of the screen
  • You got a whiff of Yoosung’s shampoo and your heart skipped a beat 
  • I don’t know how he smells this good after playing video games all day.
  • You involuntarily reached out and ran your fingers through his hair
  • “…So soft.”
  • For a second you though you felt Yoosung leaning into your touch
  • But that’s probably my imagination…
  • The screen flashed again and Yoosung turned around to look at you
  • He was still leaning over on your side, your faces now inches apart
  • “I won!”
  • Yoosung gave you a close eyed smile
  • That damn smile.
  • When you didn’t respond to him, Yoosung frowned
  • “What’s wrong, MC?”
  • “…”
  • Screw it.
  • You summoned every ounce of strength you had and closed the gap between his lips and yours
  • Before Yoosung could react, you pulled away
  • “U-Uhhh,” you looked at Yoosung’s bright red face, “Congrats on the win?”
  • Do it!! Tell him how you feel!
  • “Yoosung, I-“
  • “M-Me too.”


  • It was just another average friend date with Zen
  • You, him, a small bistro, hundreds of fans all begging to get a picture with him
  • Just a normal day
  • “Zen, over here!!!”
  • “Sorry about the flash, I just HAVE to make sure it’s a good picture.”
  • “Are you stupid??? ALL of Zen’s pictures are good!”
  • You turned to look at your friend, who was soaking up as much of the limelight as possible
  • This dork…
  • He stood up and tapped on his glass with a fork
  • “Ladies, ladies, you can all get a picture with your Zenny, just be patient!”
  • “Since when are you theirs?” you mumbled, crossing your arms
  • Zen glanced back at you
  • Crap, did he hear me?
  • You gave him a big smile and a thumbs up
  • That ought to throw him off his tracks.
  • Zen turned back to the sea of fans
  • “I’ll be outside in ten minutes, so if everyone could make a line outside, that would be perfect!”
  • In the blink of an eye the restaurant was empty again, a flood of screaming girls and guys retreating outside to wait for their prince
  • A sigh of relief escaped your lips as Zen sat down
  • “Are you mad at me?”
  • You looked down at your food and began messing with it
  • “Don’t play with your food, MC.”
  • “Okay, mom.”
  • He sighed, “If you aren’t going to answer my question I’ll just go outside right now.”
  • Zen put his hands on the table and started to push himself up
  • “W-Wait.”
  • You grabbed his arm and pulled him back down
  • “I’m not mad at you,” you sighed, “I’m just mad that we never get to spend time together like we used to.”
  • Zen put his hand on top of yours and leaned in toward you
  • “What do you mean? I see you all the time up at work!!”
  • You stared at his hand
  • He’s touching me.
  • He’s holding my hand.
  • “MC???”
  • You awkwardly coughed and pulled your hand away
  • “Y-Yeah, uh no… what were we talking about?”
  • Zen leaned back in his chair
  • “Never mind… let’s just eat.”
  • He lifted up his glass of water to his lips
  • Those lips…
  • “I love you.”
  • “WHAT?”
  • You pushed away from the table and stood up
  • “You spit all over my shirt,” you gestured down to the wet material that clung to your chest, “my WHITE shirt!!’
  • “W-Well you said that you… you love me.”
  • “Ah… that.”
  • And all of sudden, the floor became veryyyyy interesting
  • I wish I had the power of invisibility…
  • “MC, look at me.”
  • While you were contemplating superpowers, Zen had taken the time to walk over and stand in front of you
  • “Nah, I think I’m good,” you continued looking down, “the floor happens to be my favorite shade of… brown.”
  • A soft and warm hand tilted your chin up, and your eyes met his scarlet ones
  • “I love you too.”
  • You slowly leaned in-
  • Offff course.
  • Zen stepped back and glanced at the girl peeking through the front door
  • There was the click of a camera and a squeal, and she was gone again
  • Zen scratched the back of his head
  • “Sorry, I guess it’s-whoa whoa WHOA, what are you doing????
  • You flung your wet shirt over the back of the chair and shivered
  • “Man, this place is kinda cold,” you looked up and smirked, “then again, I am wearing just a bra.”
  • You heard a very inhumane noise come from the back of Zen’s throat
  • “The fans can wait.”
  • Zen grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest, his lips crashing against yours
  • The beast was NOT contained that night


  • On your way out of the RFA building you glanced at your watch
  • Damn… it’s already 11pm? I stayed waaaaayyyy too late.
  • When you walked past the break room you heard the familiar sound of the copy machine clunking turning on
  • “…damn Jumin and his damn reports-“
  • I wonder if that’s…
  • “-with his damn cat and the damn cat wine.”
  • Yup, that’s Jaehee.
  • You peeked in the room and watched as she stuffed a stack of papers into the copy tray
  • She wiped her hands on her skirt and sat in the chair next to the whirring machine
  • “You should go talk to her.”
  • “WhAT THE-“
  • Seven put a hand over your mouth and pulled you away from the door
  • Jaehee glanced up and sighed
  • “Anyone there?”
  • Seven removed his hand and you lowered your voice to a whisper
  • “What the hell do you want?”
  • He glanced at the breakroom and then back to you, giving you his famous ‘I have an idea that could go horribly wrong or perfectly right’ look
  • “Good luck,” was all he said before grabbing you and harshly shoving you in the breakroom
  • “WAIT-”
  • But it was too late
  • In a flash the redhead was gone, and you were alone with Jaehee
  • She looked up and smiled
  • “MC? I didn’t know you were here so late! It’s nice to have some company.”
  • You stared at her, unsure of what to say
  • S-So cute…
  • “U-Uhh, yeah…”
  • Jaehee stood up and stretched, letting out a tiny yawn
  • “How much longer does Jumin have you here?”
  • She picked up the warm copies from the tray and leaned up against the machine
  • “I just have to run this back to his office and I’m done! At least, until he inevitably calls me at midnight asking for more cat food…”
  • You walked with her to Jumin’s office, continuing to listen to her rant about his late night antics
  • When the two of you finally got there, she plopped the papers in a box outside the door
  • “H-Hey, Jaehee?”
  • She glanced over at you
  • “Hmm?”
  • “You wanna go grab some late night coffee? Since, you know, Jumin should be calling you in about,” you checked your watch, “30 minutes.”
  • “Sure!! That’s exactly the pick me up I need, a nice little friend date!”
  • Hold up.
  • “…Friend date?”
  • “Yeah, I was thinking-”
  • “I like you. A lot.”
  • Jaehee stopped and turned to you
  • “A-As a friend?”
  • You stepped closer, “More than a friend.”
  • Her eyes widened and a deep blush spread across her cheeks
  • “Oh…”
  • “Oh?”
  • You felt your heart break in two
  • She doesn’t feel the same… dammit, this is why you never fall in love with a straight girl.
  • Tiny hands wrapped around your own, causing you to look back up
  • Jaehee had a soft smile spread across her lips
  • “Me too… a-about the not friend thing.”
  • Her gripped tightened, “Not that I don’t consider you a friend! I’m just, well, what I’m trying to say, or rather, what want to say-”
  • “Would you two KISS ALREADY???”
  • Both of your heads snapped in the direction of the voice
  • “Seven, whyyyyy are you still here?”
  • “Still?”
  • “Yeah, he was here earlier when-”
  • “-When I set you guys up!”
  • As you and Seven began arguing, Jaehee looked between the two of you and sighed
  • She interlocked fingers with you and pulled you away
  • “Sorry, Luciel, but we have a date to get to.”
  • You stuck your tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes
  • “Whatever… have fun you two love birdddssss!!”
  • You looked over at Jaehee and smiled
  • Oh, we will.


  • Dammit, he closed the blinds.
  • You rolled your chair closer and angled your head in an attempt to see into Jumin’s office again
  • “Peeping tom much?
  • “Shut it.”
  • Zen sighed and leaned up against your desk
  • “I still don’t understand what you see in him.”
  • You rolled your eyes and looked over at Zen
  • “You promised you’d be supportive-
  • “-And I am,” he held up his hands in surrender, “I just think you could do better.”
  • “What? Like date you?”
  • “Well, not that much better.”
  • Zen smirked and you playfully hit him in the stomach
  • Within the next second the two of you burst out laughing
  • “Wow,” you wiped a tear from your eye, “I don’t even know why that was so funny.”
  • “Me neith-”
  • “MC,” Jumin’s voice boomed, “Can I see you in my office?”
  • Zen raised his eyebrows and pushed himself off your desk
  • “Good luck,” he glanced back, “with him, you’ll need it.”
  • You rolled your eyes and stood up, cringing when your knees made a loud pop
  • Could my body, like, not embarrass me? No? Alllllllrighty.
  • You walked into the room and Jumin closed the door behind him
  • “So, what’s up?”
  • Jumin turned around and sighed
  • “I believe some… congratulations are in order.”
  • Huh?
  • “Did I get a raise?”
  • Jumin chuckled, taking one big step toward you
  • “No, I’m talking about you and Zen.”
  • …Huh?
  • “I’m a little lost… what do you mean-”
  • “Your relationship. Are you not romantically involved with each other?”
  • “Huh?”
  • Said that one out loud this time…
  • You mentally kicked yourself, “Zen and I are just friends.”
  • “Just friends?”
  • “Purely platonic.”
  • Jumin scratched his chin, completely lost in thought
  • You took a deep breath
  • Here goes everything nothing.
  • “…I actually have my eye on someone else.”
  • Jumin snapped back into reality
  • “Who? If that, well, if it isn’t too much to ask.”
  • Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrap-
  • “Is it really not Zen?”
  • Oh my god.
  • “You know,” you grabbed his tie, “you’re pretty clueless for a CEO.”
  • In one gentle tug, your lips connected with his
  • After a few seconds, Jumin pulled away
  • “So, it’s me then?”
  • You shook your head and grinned
  • “Of course, you-“
  • Jumin’s lips crashed on to yours again,his hands cupping your face
  • And let’s just say you were now very thankful for the closed blinds


  • “Wrench.”
  • “WRENCH!”
  • “Screwdriver.”
  • You grabbed the two tools from Seven’s hand
  • “You know, you don’t have to repeat everything I say.”
  • “Repeat everything I-OUCH! MC, why’d you kick meeee?”
  • Seven hugged his shin and hopped up and down
  • I’m surprised he has this much energy at 2 in the morning….
  • You looked back up at Seven, who had miraculously gotten over his bruised shin and was chugging a can of Dr. Pepper
  • …Who am I kidding, he never sleeps anyways.
  • It had been about an hour since Seven called you asking for help fixing his chair
  • You had gone to the furniture store IKEA anyone??? with him earlier that day and actually took the time to READ the damn manual
  • Anddddd, done!”
  • You clapped your hands together and smiled
  • “Wanna test it out?”
  • Seven gave you a mischievous grin
  • “Don’t mind if I do!”
  • Before you knew it, Seven grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap, causing both of you to fall back into the chair
  • It creaked under the combined weight of you and Seven, but surprisingly remained stable
  • “Hey, you really did fix it!!”
  • Seven began spouting off nonsense about how crappy it was earlier, but you were too busy thinking about the fact that you were sitting
  • In his lap
  • INCHES away from his face
  • He’s so warm…
  • “-Plus, it kept making weird noises! I’m so glad you came over tonight.”
  • “Mmhmm.”
  • “Uh, earth to MC?? Agent 707 calling, can you read me??”
  • You shook you head, zoning back in
  • Seven sighed, relaxing back into the chair
  • “Thank God Seven you’re okay… I can’t have my best friend dying on me… literally,” Seven chuckled at his own joke
  • I love that little laugh.
  • “Dammit…”
  • Seven looked back at you
  • “What’s on your mind, MC?”
  • “You.”
  • “W-What?”
  • Here we go.
  • “Seven, I like you.”
  • “You mean,” Seven furrowed his brows, “You like me, or you like-like me?”
  • You rolled your eyes, how old is he again??
  • “You’re so ridiculous.”
  • Seven looked at you patiently
  • “I like-like you.”
  • You felt lips lightly press on the back of your neck
  • “Well that’s not fair,” Seven tightened his grip on your waist, “because I love-love you.”
Expectant - Request

Requested by anon:  could you do a Reader x Sherlock where she finds out she’s expecting and Sherlock has no idea how to react for awhile? Thank you :-)
Also, another anon requested for a fluffy one with Sherlock so…

Summary: (Y/N) is acting strange, and Sherlock notices. She ends up confessing the truth and… He struggles to find the words.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Bit of angst (not really) because of Sherlock’s reaction. Also, fluffy.

Word count: 2,807

A/N: My Sherlock feels are rising like the fenix rises from the ashes, THANKS! This is fluffy and cheesy and I love it, hope you do too. Remember feedback is highly appreciated.


Originally posted by xthismeanswar

London had never been quieter. Not a single criminal dared to show up in the past week – or at least not one Sherlock cared about.

With his fiddle in hand and a melody on his head, Sherlock played for hours and hours throughout the morning. His feet with move along the music as he followed his girlfriend around the flat, making sure to keep his eyes on her at every moment.

(Y/N) was tiding it up a little since neither Sherlock nor John would do it.

“You know you don’t have to do that.” Sherlock spoke as he waltzed his way closer to her.

“I know, I just… Need to kill time, I guess.” Sherlock tilted his head.

“Anxiety?” She shook her head.

“Maybe I’m just bored.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her.

“I knew I wasn’t the only one getting bored here.” He said.

“Bored? You?” (Y/N) let out a fake laugh, “As far as I can tell you’re having a blast with your instrument.”

Sherlock didn’t reply with words but rather changing the tune to a faster one.

“Show off.” She hissed jokingly and moved to his room, where she picked up the dirty clothes and dusted the furniture.

Sherlock couldn’t help but to notice something strange in her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it because it was such a slight change in her – and a good kind of change – that deducing it would take him hours. And that’s why he was following her.

She was resplendent yet she looked tired. “Why are you tired?”

(Y/N) looked up at him; she had been dragged out of her thoughts. “Sorry?”

“Why are you tired?” Sherlock repeated, “Last night we did… We did sleep late but we always do.”

“Maybe it’s all this cleaning.” (Y/N) suggested.

“You’ve followed me on cases that could get anyone tired after five minutes without even flinching, it’s not the cleaning.” Sherlock observed. He stopped playing and stood still, following her every move.

“Maybe I’m getting old.” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow.

“Impossible.” He stated, “If you were getting old I would be too and I’m feeling great.”

“We are getting old.” She emphasized, “With each second that passes.”

Sherlock sighed heavily and continued to play. (Y/N) excused herself and left to the bathroom. It was the fifth time she went and it wasn’t even close to mid-day.

Sherlock stopped playing once again and walked back to the living room where John was sitting and reading a newspaper.

“There’s something off about her.” Sherlock whispered without even looking at his friend but rather keeping his ice blue eyes glued to the bathroom door.

Watson, who knew exactly what was going on, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and changed the page. He had been pretending to read the whole morning, for he knew it would be impossible for him not to react.

“You’ve read this newspaper three times already.” Sherlock observed.

“I like to re-read… Make sure everything sticks to my mind.” John replied.

“Guess that’s a method that works for common minds.” John couldn’t help but to roll his eyes, “But honestly, John, can’t you see? There’s something off about her.”

“She’s your girlfriend, Sherlock, not mine.” John beamed.

“She’s your friend, and you’re a doctor.” John sighed and scratched the corner of his eyes.

“She’s not sick.”

“How can you tell?” John inquired, “Did you check her body temperature? Her blood pressure? Her…”

“She’s fine!” John assured. Sherlock, of course, didn’t buy it and waited patiently for her to get out.

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The Breeding Programme Part 1

She woke up feeling ill, her mouth was dry, her head pounding in pain and her muscles felt as though she had run a marathon. She had no idea where she was, the room was dark and for some reason, she felt very cool. Thinking back, she remembered getting ready to go to bed, then her cat meowing to come back in. Usually, Carlton meowed to come in when she arrived home from work so to be fed, but he didn’t that evening, he was missing until bedtime. She had gone to the door and called him twice, but he had not returned. As she was brushing her teeth, she heard him meowing at the front door, so she went to let him in. When she opened the door, she noticed him halfway down the driveway and had walked out to collect him and bring him in. it was raining so it made no sense for him to be willingly in the water. When she got closer, he hissed angrily, before she could comprehend why he was doing that, she felt a jolt, when she tried to breath, she fell asleep. With a yelp, she remembered the jolt more, it was an arm, around her waist, the thing that stopped her breathing was a cloth, then the drowsiness happened. ‘Oh God.’ She whimpered as she realised the gravity of her situation.

‘Open door three!’ She froze in terror as a male voice made a command in close proximity and suddenly, a portion of the room filled with light, the portion she was in, she winced at the strong glare that blinded her. ‘Look who’s awake.’ He sneered as he walked forward.

‘Please,’ she shook in terror. ‘I’ll be good, just don’t hurt me.’

The man’s steps faltered at her bargain, never having come across a woman to make such a request before, thinking it was a ploy, he moved cautiously. ‘Okay, this is new.’ he chuckled. ‘Tell you what Kitten, if you show me you are a good girl, you will be rewarded. But for now, you need to be tied up and kept in control, we can’t have you playing any games.’

She wanted to argue, she wanted to fight, but considering he stated she would be rewarded for good behaviour and she did not want to be hurt, which she suspected she very much could be if she did not behave, she just whimpered and nodded. He came over and tied a leather belt of some sort around her neck before tying her hands together with another leather strapping.

‘You try to bolt, I pull on this…’ he tugged the rope attached to the strap around her neck, it tightened slightly immediately, telling her everything she needed to know. ‘Get it, Kitten?’

‘Yes, sir.’

The man paused again. ‘You’re something else.’ He pulled her to her feet. ‘Come on.’

He walked her out of the room, her eyes finally used to the light again, so when they entered the hall, her eyes did not sting as they had before. Her head still ached, but terrified of adding to her woes, she did as instructed and followed. Outside the door, she was shocked to see another man with a taser in his hand. ‘No issue?’ He had a foreign accent that she could not place.

‘You won’t believe it, she said she will be a good girl if we don’t hurt her.’ The first one chuckled.

‘That’s different.’ The second commented. ‘Maybe she is just smart.’

‘We’ll see.’

‘Do as you are told, Kitten, and you will be treated in kind, misbehave, and be treated in kind.’ The second recommended. Terrified, she said nothing, she simply nodded and remained close to the front one to prevent her throat being pulled.

They walked down the corridor, passed more rooms, she counted as far as twenty-six before she was brought into a room with a medical examination table. She hyperventilated at the ideas that entered her mind as a result of seeing it, not knowing what the men could have planned for her. Her step faltered for a moment. ‘Kitten…’ the man holding what was effectively a leash warned. ‘You want to be a good girl.’

She moved forward again, the table seemed clean and padded, the room did not stink of bleach or blood, so the horror movie idea started to slowly ebb away. He stopped in front of it and gave it a pat, knowing that was her cue to sit up, she did, he did not restrain her further, instead, he untied her hands.

‘Now, lay back, I will hold onto this, if you behave, you will be allowed a ten-minute hot bath, alright?’

‘Yes, sir.’ she whimpered.

‘Sir? Well now, that is a good Kitten.’

‘Why…why do you keep calling me kitten?’

‘Because it is your new name.’ She jumped at the sound of another voice in the room, looking around, she felt a warning tug on her throat. ‘She is perfect. Hello, Kitten.’

The new man came into view, it was then she recognised him, he was a client of the company she worked for, a man of considerable wealth and power. She had rarely seen him for the first two years of her employment, but over the last six months, he frequented the office often. He asked for her boss when he arrived, many a time, as they awaited her superior’s arrival, he would converse with her, commending her for her intelligence and well-rounded knowledge. ‘Mr…’

‘Shh, now-now, Kitten, be a good girl. You know who I am.’ he sneered at that. ‘I waited so long for you.’ he stroked her hair, she shook in fear but did not move. ‘I waited too long, you really should not be so scattered in your schedule, it leads to more complex planning, but no matter, you are very much on a more scheduled life now.’ She swallowed. ‘Now, let’s see what we are dealing with here. Samantha.’ A woman entered the room, her face was glacial, she seemed utterly uninterested in everything around her. ‘Samantha is going to look over you now, we don’t want you being ill, have you any allergies, illnesses or ailments?’ terrified at what was happening, she shook her head. ‘Good.’

The woman set about checking her like she imagined a veterinarian checked a dog. She poked and prodded, not acting as though her “patient” was a living creature. When she came to the checking of her private areas, she blushed, her breasts were quickly exposed and hardened in the cold.

‘Look at those puppies.’ The first man she had encountered physically licked his lips as he stared at her breasts.

‘Your work clothes did little to show off those delectable assets. They could feed a small village on them.’ the businessman agreed. When the woman checked her nether regions, she squeaked. ‘Now, now my little kitten, we need to check everything.’

‘Everything is fine.’ The woman stated, taking her fingers out and taking off the surgical gloves on them.

‘Thank you, Samantha.’ The man grinned. Samantha said and did nothing more, she simply exited the room. ‘Now, Kitten. I suppose you are wondering what your little rules are. It is simple really; you behave, you get nicer things, you misbehave, and I will have you beaten, ass fucked without preparation and not fed, are we clear?’ she nodded frantically. ‘I heard you tell Matthew that you will be a good girl, that’s what I like to hear, some girls do not understand that it is so much easier if you just behave.’

‘She did not fight, boss, she was good the whole time, I told her if she behaved, she could get a warm ten-minute bath.’

‘Then run it.’ The boss ordered. ‘But you will have to stay with her, just in case.’

‘Thank you, Sir.’

The men stared at her in bewilderment, her demeanour and actions not in keeping with usual reaction to the situation. The boss looked sideways at his subordinates, ‘When she is done, feed her.’

‘First day usual?’

‘No, compliance treat, remember, when a pet is good, we reward them, Kitten here is complying, for that, she deserves to be treated as such.’ he held her by her chin. ‘Good girl.’


The bath was required to get the cold chill out of her bones, after that she felt human again, the food was adequate, nothing spectacular, vegetables cooked well and a portion of shepherd’s pie. She was never a big fan, but it was wholesome and she was hungry. She assessed her surroundings and acknowledged she needed to behave longer, she had no idea what the future would bring. Though the men abducted her, they seemed somewhat honest, ironically enough, with their mantra of rewarding her good behaviour.

By the second day, she realised just how honest they were. She realised quickly that she was not the only woman there under such circumstances. When she heard one squeal and shriek, she soon heard her screaming agony as she seemed to be whipped. Then there was a loud splashing noise, the shriek that followed made her terrified to know what it was that was splashed on her.

By the third day, she learned the routine, her pot was emptied first thing, so she kept it ready by the door and sat against the back wall of her room. She slept in a little box with an uncomfortable, lumpy mattress in it, her clothes were the ones she had been in the night she had been taken. She would be given a breakfast, the three days of her capture, something else was added, so now it had toast and even warm egg as well as cereal. ‘Good Kitten.’ the two men who she had met, as well as three more always acknowledged her good behaviour. Lunch too grew in size, a simple dry ham sandwich was now a full salad and even fruit juice as well as water, dinner was always the same quality, though the food varied and portion size increased.

It continued like that until the end of the week until she was assessed again by the boss. ‘You have been the greatest little pet, haven’t you Kitten?’

‘Yes, Sir.’

‘Good girl, you will be rewarded for that.’ He smiled. ‘Another warm bath, this time, fifteen minutes, alone.’

‘Thank you, Sir.’ She bounced slightly in joy at such a reward.

The boss chuckled, taking her chin in his hand again. ‘I think I will have you for myself someday, but not yet.’

She frowned, completely unsure as to what he meant before he walked off again. ‘Come on, Kitten.’ The foreign man pulled her to the bathing room once more. There, the bath was already. As soon as the foreign man, she now knew to be Sergei, left the room, she sank into the water and sighed contently. When her time was up, Sergei returned and held out a tower for her, looking at her with bewilderment. He walked her back to her room, where inside, there was a comfortable bed in it. Frowning, she looked at him. ‘You earned another reward.’ was all he said, leaving her and closing the door again. Elated, she enjoyed the perks of her good behaviour.


‘She did not test the door.’ A woman commented.

‘No.’ The boss confirmed.

‘Her blood work is back, she’s ready. What is her demeanour?’

‘Quiet, agreeable.’

‘I want her for the special case, THE one.’

‘I thought she was to be the V clients.’

‘No, they demand appearance specifics, her features are too contrasting. There is little chance of the white blonde hair with her brown. The other is not bothered, they want personality likeness.’ she took a file and read it. ‘How did you get her IQ scores?’

‘She was part of a school program that had it.’

‘She’s perfect. I have at least another three that will want her as soon as her stats come out. She’ll be busy for the next ten years,’ She checked her age. ‘Minimum.’

‘Twenty-three is old enough for a starter.’

‘Yes, but for the right one, you keep them on.’ she handed him the file. ‘Get it done.’

The man took the file and nodded. ‘Right away, she is in full swing on Wednesday, I will have her ready for it then, how many attempts?’

‘It is a very valuable product, twice only, I only have four samples.’

‘The one…’

‘Fine, one attempt, if it doesn’t take, you can take the rap.’

The boss inhaled deeply. ‘Matthews, get Sergei, get her ready.’

‘But it’s only Sunday.’

‘I want her ready.’

‘But if you make her sore…I thought that caused issues before…’

‘Fifteen minutes, high setting, we will work her up.’

‘Yes, boss.’


She sat bored as she thought of how to request anything to stave the boredom from the men, perhaps if she remained well behaved. To her shock, the door opened and Matthews came in. ‘Come on, Kitten.’ The alteration in the routine scared her, but worried about negating her good will, she walked over, her hands held out to tie them. ‘No need, Kitten, come on.’ with him in front of her, Sergei behind, they brought her to the medical exam room again, only this time there was a bed instead, she looked worriedly at them, the men indicated for her to get onto the bed, she did, and was scared to see there were handcuffs being tied to her arms and legs. ‘It’s alright, Kitten, you’re not in trouble.’ Matthews promised. ‘For being such a good girl, you get a new reward.’

Still uncertain, she did what she was told to do. The handcuffs were tight but softly lined. She watched as a bar was then tied between her legs and a strap tied around each thigh. ‘Please.’ she pleaded, not understanding what they were doing.

‘Be good Kitten, this won’t harm you, quite the opposite really.’ a moment later, a man she had seen, but had little dealings with came into view, an electronic device in hand and walked over to the bed and attached it to the rods keeping her legs apart. Terrified, she was breathing fast but did nothing. When he lifted up the hem if the nightdress she had been given, since her own nightwear was taken from her earlier, she squeaked for a moment as it was pressed against her pussy. ‘Now, the boss wants you to feel good, and this will help.’ He pulled out a remote and pressed a button on it, the machine immediately coming to life and vibrating strongly, causing her to yelp and try and squirm away from it. ‘There’s no running from it Kitten, just relax, it’s only fifteen minutes, you can handle that, right?’ her answer was to convulse and gasp as her first orgasm consumed her. ‘Fuck, you are delicious.’he stroked her head as she forced herself to remain quiet. ‘I bet you sound better than that.’

Though he was supposed to leave, Matthews remained for the entirety of her time there, watching as each time she orgasmed, her resolve broke more and more until finally, she allowed herself, through sheer lack of cognitive thought, to moan and whine her way through her orgasms. When he watch beeped to indicate the time was up, Matthews was had come twice simply looking at her. Sergei entered the room again to help bring her back to hers, he looked over at the other man and scoffed. ‘Really?’

‘You listen to the Bitch for four days, after that, this is pure heaven.’ Matthews growled, watching as Sergei went over to her. Slowly, he followed, taking out the remote from his pocket as he did. He waited until her body finished convulsing after another orgasm before turning it off. She did not even acknowledge them, she simply shook as her eyes, which were glazed over, looked around almost blindly, a small puddle of saliva on the pillow from her excursions.

They untied her slowly and took the wand away from her, both laughing at the small pool that was underneath her from her release. ‘You liked that, Kitten.’ Sergei grinned, rubbing her hair before lifting her skirt to see her pink pussy, drenched in juice. ‘Definitely.’ He scooped her into his arms. ‘Get the door.’ Matthews went and did that. ‘You clean up your mess, I’ll clean hers.’ Matthews growled in return as Sergei brought her back to her room, where he had everything ready to clean her. ‘You better get used to it Kitten, it’s how you are going to know life now.’ he had barely begun to clean her when she dozed off.


Her pussy felt odd, for three days, she was forced through fifteen-minute sessions of the wand and now, the fourth, her body almost felt like it wanted it. She had no idea why they were doing it to her, they did nothing to her as the machine worked on her, Matthews, she had realised, simply played with himself when she was being forced to orgasm, but no one touched her, no one forced any other form of sexual act on her while the machine tortured her with pleasure. When the door opened again, she felt a jolt of sensation through her, resonating between her legs. She scolded herself, it was not natural to want such things, but her body seemed to expect it. Rising to her feet, she followed, not even needing to be tied up. She went to the room and sat on the bed, waiting for her limbs to be tied, saying nothing. She heard a girl the day before, she screamed and bellowed in agony when they corrected her, she did not want a similar fate.

Again, the straps were tied, the bars placed where they needed to be and finally, the wand placed to her pussy again. She braced herself for it, but like the other days, no matter how she fought, she could not help it, once the vibrations started, her body reacted, loving the initial sensation, but by the third orgasm, things started to get hazy once more. ‘Today, twenty minutes,’ The boss entered the room with Samantha in tow, she immediately began readying a small plastic syringe into a long thick rubber dildo, a plunger at the end. By the time twenty minutes were up, she had drenched the bed by squirting twice and her other orgasms. When they removed the wand, he walked over and grinned at her plumped lips and drenched core.

Samantha walked over and parted her lips before pressing in the dildo, looking to a screen to the side. ‘Cervix is open and ready.’ she informed the boss. ‘She is ovulating.’

‘Good, get it in, do not waste a drop, that sample took two years to get.’ the boss ordered. The woman nodded and pushed the plunger, the camera at the tip of the dildo showing as its contents were pushed into the open cervix and into her womb. ‘Tilt her up boys.’Sergei and Matthews did as ordered and lifted the lower half of the bed so that she was held at an angle. ‘Fourteen days from now, we’ll be starting to get our tests ready.’ he grinned, rubbing her stomach. ‘She’ll be a good one, you can tell the good ones. Put her back and get her comfortable when she wakes.’

‘Sure thing boss.’


When she woke, she felt exhausted, every limb ached. She thought she had gotten used to it, but still, her body tired from the actions it was put through. Her pussy felt odd, not like it had done the three previous times, it felt like it had been stretched. ‘What’s your name?’ Matthews asked.

‘Sar…AH!, Kitten, it’s Kitten.’ she corrected as she felt him slap her painful pussy.

‘Good girl, so very, very good.’ he grinned. ‘Come on.’ He untied her and pulled her into his arms. ‘You’re tired after today, aren’t you?’ She did not answer, she simply curled in against him and dozed off. ‘She’s a fucking cuddler.’ Matthews growled when they arrived at her room. ‘Get her off me.’

‘I think she is a little sub,’ Sergei grinned as he helped pull her off his colleague, ‘She would sell well for that if she’s not good at breeding.’ he eyed her carefully, ‘But the boss chose well, hips, tits, and demeanor make for a good breeding bitch.’

‘Have you seen the plans for her, she’s booked out for a few years.’ Matthews commented. ‘That belly is going to be well marked when they’re done.’ he eyed her flat stomach, knowing well what was planned for it. ‘Come on, I am fucking starving.’ The men left.


For the next two weeks, she sat on the bed, wondering why the “reward” had been removed, she was unsure, but not overly hurt by it, it had been replaced with more food and even a few puzzles and crosswords, as per her request when asked after three weeks of good behaviour what treat she would like. She had no idea how long she had been held captive, but as her breasts began to ache and her stomach felt the telltale signs of her menstrual cycle, she calculated it had been about a month. She had been due to start her pills the day after she had been taken after her week off for her cycle, she had been worried about not being on it, but to her relief, she was not harmed in that manner.

When she was sitting on the bed, she watched as her pot was taken out again that morning and sat watching as the new food was brought to her. ‘Good news, the boss wants to see you.’ Sergei informed her. ‘He’ll be here in a minute.’ he took the pot and left. She ate the food in silence, wondering why Sergei insisted that was a good thing, when the boss arrived, she looked at the terrifying grin on his face.

‘Looks like everything is going exactly as planned, is there anything you want to know?’


‘Well, that is simple, you are perfect, you need to be used as such.’

‘Perfect for what?’

‘You’ll see, with time.’

‘I want to go home, please.’

‘I can’t let that happen.’

‘But I…’ she began to whimper.

‘Kitten, you have been so good so far, you have a choice right now, choose to be bold, and suffer the greatest pounding you have ever experienced, and I do not mean that as a whipping, I have had three men beg me to fill that ass of yours already today.’ She swallowed in terror. ‘Or be good and get a lovely news treat, what do you want?’

‘The treat please, Sir.’ She wiped her eyes and steadied her breathing.

‘Good Kitten, now there are rules with this, okay?’ she nodded. ‘You are not allowed clean up after it, you can only inform the boys when it needs doing, alright?’

She frowned at the odd comment, ‘Yes Sir.’

‘Good girl.’ he walked over to the door and opened it, a moment later, Sergei entered with an animal box. ‘This is your little friend, correct?’

‘Carlton!’ she shrieked with joy and rushed over. ‘Hey, Pretty Boy.’ The cat meowed anxiously. She undid the cage and he rushed into her arms. She ignored the men and brought the cat over to the bed, talking to him as she did. The men settled the cat’s few toys they clearly had taken from her home and a litter box and food bowls and left her alone.

‘It’s a fucking cat.’ Matthews scoffed.

‘I don’t care if it is a German Shepherd so long as she is calm, it is early days, we have another two months before she will start to be getting into safer territory, we need her to get past the first trimester safely.’ The boss growled. ‘The offers have started already, three million is currently the highest bid, more are promising to triple it when she gets halfway.’

‘Who the fuck is it to say they are paying that sort of money?’ Matthews asked.

‘Some English actor, there’s about three of them that are all pretty much the same thing, posh and British looking, I don’t remember which one, but all I care about is that when this is over, she will have us rolling in it. We have limited supply of him, all of them are going to be held until we see what she gives.’ he turned to leave, ‘let me know when she suspects or is ill.’


Her period never came, for two weeks, she felt as though it was about to, but it never did, she put it down to the stress of her situation. The men gave her her food every day and with Carlton with her, she wanted for little, her rewards continued too, she had convinced them to give her a cup of tea with breakfast and lunch, it tasted different to her own, but she did not argue, since she was glad to have any. Carlton settled quickly, though he seemed less than pleased with the living quarters.

By the time she was sure her period was due again, there was more tenderness in her breasts, and bloating in her stomach, but cramping. She was scared as to why her body was doing it, but said nothing aloud. When the nausea started, it began in the evenings, so she did not equate it to her situation, but when it came in waves and did not relent after the second week, she did not need to be told, her tender yet slightly swollen breasts and stomach told her everything she needed to know. She wept in terror, she never wanted children, she was not maternal, she was only twenty-three, she wanted to have her life before even looking at a man. She froze, she had no idea what man even impregnated her, was it one of the men, the boss, someone they brought in. It took a while to think over when it happened, but she remembered those four days, or more importantly, how after the fourth or fifth orgasm, she remembered nothing. She was sobbing when Sergei came in with her dinner, he said nothing, he left the plate and left.

‘She’s got it figured.’ He informed Matthews.

‘I’ll call the boss.’


When the boss arrived in, she was still upset in a corner. ‘You didn’t eat your dinner.’ he tutted.


‘I told you, you are perfect.’

‘But I don’t want to be a mother.’

‘You won’t be, as soon as it arrives, it will be given to someone who wants it.’ he explained calmly. ‘Now, you are not allowed skip meals, no matter how sick you feel, you need your strength. Usually, you would be punished, but you are such a good girl, I am going to put this down to the shock of finding out and that you forgot, didn’t you?’

‘I never even noticed it, Sir.’ she replied honestly.

‘Well, that is fair enough.’ he grinned. ‘I will get you a new one, and you will eat it.’


‘Simple, we knew your cycle and waited until the right time, then we had a sample inserted and waited for it to take.’

‘So no one…’

‘No man has penetrated you, no.’

She seemed relieved by that much before she frowned. ‘How did you know…?’ she asked, scared of the answer.

‘Your routine was scattered, your cycle was not.’ The man grinned, ‘Even second week of the month, without fail, right?’ she looked at him in horror. ‘And for the last few months, what you thought was your pill, were actually potent fertility drugs.’ she stared in terror, ‘Don’t you get it, Kitten, you were wasted at that life, you are made for this one, you are everything you need to be, young, healthy…’

‘What…what happens when I’m not…?’

‘You be someone’s personal Kitten, we’ll make sure you get a good home.’ She balked at the idea. ‘Now, now, don’t be like that, you are such a good girl, you will get only the best. And believe me, they take care of you.’ He smiled, turning again. ‘You are very special, you have the best crop.’

She waited for him to leave before she gasped in shock and revulsion at what he had told her. Sergei came a few minutes later with fresh food. ‘Eat, trust me, it is safer to.’ he advised before leaving again.

Carlton went over to the food and started to sniff it. She walked over and looked at it, not the least bit hungry, but she knew she needed to, she knew the consequences. When Sergei returned a while later, it was mostly gone, helped by Carlton stealing the meat she was not overly interested in. She said nothing as he took it, but when vomit began to rise in her throat, she rushed to the bucket and hurled until she could hardly breathe, before spiting and looking around to see him gone. She felt fine, but her stomach was tender. She crawled back into bed, watching when he returned soon after with toast and a glass of some sort of liquid.


Three months, her illness lasted, and in that three months, it was unpleasant most days, but she learned the worst times to eat and avoided food then. Her stomach continued to grow, along with her breasts changing. Her areolas turned a brownish hue and increased in size as well as her breasts. The men brought her better-fitted clothing, three dresses, something she was grateful for.

When the morning sickness subsided and she felt human again, she found herself cursing the pregnancy, even more, she craved savory snacks, something she assumed she would not be given, since every meal she had seemed to be nutritionally balanced, but the other thing she yearned for annoyed her more. She was horny, day and night, all she wanted was release. It was something she had never experienced before, sure she had felt urges, but this was constant. When she was alone, when she was sure it was evening, she slipped her hand under the covers and tried to relieve herself, but all she felt was more frustrated, her external stimulation was not what she needed, she needed to be fucked, hard.

The next day, after three unsatisfying orgasms the night before, she was brought out for her twenty-week scan and check. The baby was growing well, Samantha informed the Boss, it was a good size, everything was satisfactory, but she could not give the gender, it was not willing to reveal itself. She then checked her thoroughly, her pelvis was taking the additional pressure well, her skin, due to being rewarded body oil that would prevent stretch marks, had stretched with the child so far, and her breasts were very much adapting to their new natural role. As the woman squeezed them, she squirmed, the sensation causing her to become aroused, such was her condition. The boss noted this and slipped his hand between her legs, immediately, she unwillingly leaned into his touch, him noting the wetness against his fingers.

‘Leave.’ he ordered. The other men present and the woman left immediately, not questioning him. ‘You just won’t stop, will you?’ he grinned. ‘Every time you act as though you are perfect for this, you become even more so.’ He continued to rub her cunt as he spoke, her breaths becoming faster, her hips pushing up in hopes of rubbing against him. ‘You are an incredible girl, my greatest find.’ he took his hand away and she whined. ‘Don’t be impatient, I will look after you.’ he undid his pants and stood between her legs, pulling out his cock and stroking it, allowing her to see it. ‘Is this what you want?’

‘Please.’ She hated herself for it, but she wanted it more than anything, he had barely entered her before she gasped and came around him. ‘Fuck.’ He was older than she usually found attractive, she usually liked men a few years older than her, but he was clearly far older, in his late thirties to mid forties, men who looked after themselves, she found, were harder to age sometimes, but his cock was long and veiny, just as she liked, it hit everything she wanted.

He slapped her clit, ‘Language.’ he growled, but his words were more of a hiss as her body clenched around him, he looked at her now rounding stomach and placed his hands on her hips before beginning to move, watching his drenched cock slide in and out of her as he fucked her. ‘Better Kitten?’

‘Yes, Sir, please, please Sir.’ She begged.

‘Please what?’

‘More Sir.’

‘What more?’

‘Harder, faster, please Sir, I need more.’

The boss did as she wanted, pounding into her soaked pussy, the crude slapping of him bottoming out in her and her moans causing the room to echo their lude sounds. Her heavy breasts bounced, as he focused on her stomach. She came again and he followed soon after, the feel of her pussy clenching around him too much for him. He panted as he pulled out. ‘Kitten, you really are perfect.’ he looked at her, her face filled with a peculiar look. ‘Not satisfied yet, Kitten?’

‘Please Sir.’ she begged.

‘Very well.’ He pulled up his pants and walked over to the door. ‘Boys.’ He called Sergei and Matthews in. The two men looked immediately to her, ‘Ten minutes of the wand.’ he ordered as he left.

The two men looked at each other before walking over and doing what they were told. ‘He fucked her,’ Matthews growled, looking at the white globs of fluid leaking from her pussy. ‘If they find out…’

‘Look, we do our job and we say nothing.’ Sergei brought over the wand, a pair of gloves on his hands and pressed it to her clit, turning it on.

‘Yes!’ she pressed against it immediately.

‘Fuck, she is a right little slut.’ Matthews had his jaw clenched. ‘I have to leave, I cannot…’ he walked out of the room, leaving Sergei rolling his eyes as he checked his watch.

‘Too empty.’ She moaned after two more orgasms.

Sergei’s eyebrows rose, but he brought the hand not holding the wand and pressed it into her, the Boss’s come and her own release giving him the lubrication to do so and finger fucked her as she screamed in pleasure. By the time the ten minutes were up, the floor was drenched and she was a babbling mess, but clearly satisfied, so he gently brought her back to her room and put her in the bed, careful of her condition as he did so.


Happy 100th Birthday, Dean Martin! 7. June 1917 -

“There will never be another Dean Martin. I’m certain his multitude of talents will remain in memories for many years. And aren’t we all very fortunate that he passed through our lives? And left us smiling? I know I am.” - Jeanne Martin

“Dean is a very sweet and gentle man. I envy his gentleness. He really is a patient, gentle man, a great father. Generous.” -Frank Sinatra

“He had more guts and more courage, more dignity, and carried himself with a kind of aplomb most men never even dream about. (…) He was magic to be around and had the exquisite ability to know what was funny. He would always say, ‘We’ll do this until it really looks like ad-libs,’ and he was right, we worked hard at what we did and it paid off. I still miss him, but the memories keep me warm.” - Jerry Lewis

low temperatures - steve h.

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

warnings: being really really cold 

pairings: steve harrington x reader

summary: per your mother’s wishes, Jonathan was supposed to drive you home from school. Without your mother’s knowledge, he’s been forgetting to do so pretty often lately. Today, instead of walking home, you decided freezing to death is easier. Steve Harrington decides otherwise. 

word count: 1132

a/n: I originally ended to make this a multiple part thing but then I got a better series idea and just yasss. also this is the first stranger things fit I’ve ever done so please please please go easy on me 

You stood with your arms wrapped around yourself in a desperate attempt for warmth, watching as your breath clouded in the cold. Your ride was late. Actually, correction; your ride had forgotten they even were your ride. Frankly, you couldn’t blame him for it.

You and Jonathan weren’t exactly friends to begin with. It wasn’t that you hated each other it was just… acquaintances suited the two of you best. If it wasn’t for your mother always trying to push you two together, you questioned the fact that you two would even talk to each other at all. Not to mention, you wouldn’t have been in this mess right now, either. Regardless of how many times you objected this to your mother and insisted that he’d rather be with someone like Nancy, her and Ms. Byers both insisted that Jonathan driving you to school in the winter was simply the best decision, even though you had your own car. Ms. Byers called it being “safe,” while you mother hoped it would “spark something.”

Yet here you were, resorting to sitting on the sidewalk of the Hawkins High School parking lot defeatedly. To say that you were only a little upset over your current situation was an understatement. Maybe it was the cold, or the fact that this was the third time this has happened this week, but you were on the verge of tears. Instead of doing what you did the last two times and walking home, you figured if you sat here longer enough either one of two things would happen. A.) You’d freeze to death, or B.) Someone would realize you were gone and come get you.

But before another numbing thought could slip into your mind, a car pulled up near where you were sat as the driver slowly rolled the window down.

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Day6 Stans

((based on real scientific observation))

Jae: okay first of all every Jae stan I’ve ever met has been fucking hilarious but they never know it. they’re SO soft for him but won’t acknowledge it. roast him all the time but then feel bad about it. laugh too hard at his tweets. probably bias wrecked by Dowoon.

Sungjin: the sweetest kindest angels you will ever meet they are so nice omfg. generally very calm but don’t touch them whenever he sings they just need a moment. so much secondhand embarrassment from his power dancing but they love it. a little too attracted to his hands. lowkey Wonpil stans tbh.

Young K: have literally cried over his visuals at some point. stan Terry harder than they stan Brian. always ready to talk about how talented and accomplished he is but also the first to roast him. probably obsessed with Man in a Movie. can be found gasping for breath during any comeback.

Wonpil: the softest stans omg. really sweet and friendly but don’t underestimate them they will fight you. lowkey emotionally attached to the pink sweater. always shook by his falsetto. extremely loyal or so they say. their Got7 bias is probably Jinyoung.

Dowoon: thirsty lol. love animals and love that he loves animals. they talk about him like he’s their son but would date him in a heartbeat. patiently waiting for him to get lines. “drummers are so hot”. always the best at coming up with music video theories for some reason.


Description:  After a fight, Taehyung can’t bring himself to apologize to his girlfriend until he realizes that she might have moved on.  If he wants her he needs to go get her.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 11620

Warning: Rough sex, possessive dirty talk, spanking

A/N: These just keep getting longer, sorry about that.  A special thanks goes to @avveh for being my soundboard and helping out.  Hope jealous Tae is everything you (and I) want!

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epikegster 2k14 “Oh” au
  • in an au where parse never showed up to epikegster, i like to think jack had his “oh” moment in the hazy dark of that cold, loud winter night
  • (like, what could be more different than graduation? in the warm, bright day, scared but certain of his immediate future, speaking to his father in soft french while bells and birds sing overhead?)
  • it’s a different kind of “oh” – it’s not one last shot before everything changes, it’s one more layer of confusion and uncertainty as he enters his final semester at samwell
  • but it’s also…comforting.

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Your Body Is My Wonderland (smut)


Requested: no (Fluff in the beginning) 

Word count: 4,224

Originally posted by loveviral

I was resting my back against Shawn’s broad chest, while his fingers were running through my wet newly washed hair. We were chilling in bed, watching movies after a long day for the both of us. We were sipping beers, celebrating this day finally coming to an end. It had kind of become a tradition by now. 

I was tucked tightly into a blanket, feeling Shawn place tender kisses on my neck once in a while. His arms were tightly shut around my body, making every inch of my skin feel tickly just by his faint yet loving touches.

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Jamaica (Part 1)

Originally posted by sign-of-the-styles

You guys are amazing. The fact that anyone likes my writing makes my heart so happy. Was gonna wait to post this, but this is my way of saying Happy Halloween! Send me requests, message me, I’d love to get to know all of you. Many, many parts of this will be coming. You go to Jamaica, meet Harry, and he gets inspired. Hope you love it. xx - L

Warnings: mentions of smut

Word Count: 2,106

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