but he won the girl

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Gongmyung congratulating his brother 

anonymous asked:

Jon, now that you're a ghost, will you pull mean pranks on Eduardo to get revenge on him for all those times he threatened you?

JON: Of course not! I wouldn’t do that to him! Eduardo is a friend! My friend!

JON: Even though he called me names and drank all the Diet Cola in the house and yelled and gave me wet willies and swirlies and basically never showered and took my lunch money and…

artrmeblog  asked:

How would you imagine each daddy acting when they are extremely jealous?

i live for this. i love putting characters through angst guESS IM evil ¯\_(ツ)_/¯   -dad alex

Robert- He has a habit of falling in love too easily and getting carried away with the feeling. Robert can’t express his emotions all too well, either. So when he sees you hang out with another dad one day, and watches you through the window as you hug him goodbye, he immediately hits your phone up and asks you to come over. When you do, he’s already a little drunk, and he goes through the same destructive habits he’s had for years. He throws you against the wall and bites your neck until the skin beneath his teeth burns with angry red. He leaves several bruises like that on you, and when he decides he’s done, he tries to go down on you. You’ve known him long enough to know when he’s upset, and you grab his shoulders to stop him from going any further. By the end of the night he’s shaking in your arms, sobbing into your chest and saying the same words over and over again: “I don’t want to lose you. Please. Don’t leave me.

Damien- He doesn’t realize what that twisted feeling in his gut is till it’s in too deep. Guilt mixes with his jealousy, and he can’t find it in his heart to tell you. It eats away at him slowly, and over time, he starts throwing more and more subtle hints at you. It started with a bouquet of I love you flowers with a lone, purple I’m sorry hyacinth buried in there, and ended with a bouquet of yellow at your doorstep one night. Yellow hyacinths, christmas roses with long, yellow centers, and a single yellow rose. The overwhelming joy of the color contrasted sharply with the meaning of the flowers themselves. Damien laid in his bed when he arrived home, believing you wouldn’t pick up on the meaning of the bouquet for a while- but to his surprise, you show up at his door and envelope him in a soft embrace. Damien feels embarrassed because he’s only wearing PJs and his hair is messy, but you tell him you don’t mind, laying in his bed and reassuring him that he’s the one you love.

Craig- He did increasingly stupid things to get your attention , like taking fast U turns and giving you bad whiplash. The dumbest thing he did happened on a late night after the girls won a big softball game. Most of the people in the stands were gone, and only a few members of the team were still there. Craig was… talking to the moms? Talking to them? You feel a lump form in your throat as you watch a mom feel Craig’s bicep, and he… doesn’t shake her off. Your jaw tightens. The moms make increasingly flirty advances and, after five minutes of him ignoring you, you take off and drive home. Craig shows up at your door exactly a minute after you walked through it. You get in an argument right there at your doorstep. All he can do is say, “How does it feel to be the jealous one this time?” Your heart aches when you hear his voice crack. He steps inside and he holds on to you like you’re a rock and he’s trying not to be swept away. You lay in your bed with him just like that, pressing kisses to his forehead, calling him an idiot, and reassuringly massaging his head.

Joseph- Not really a jealous person, or… at least that’s what he thought. He remembers the day he dumped you vividly in his mind- he said he wanted to work on his marriage. In all honesty, nothing had changed since then except you. After a week or so of hiding yourself in your house, you started to go out again. You started seeing one of the other Dads. Joseph didn’t realize how much it bothered him until he saw you kiss him- open armed, trusting- trust that you could never give Joseph again. You moved on. He hasn’t.

Mat- He tries very, very, very hard not to be aggressive or assertive when people hit on you at concerts. Mat tries to be understanding. It happens. People get drunk, see someone attractive, and try to pry them away from their boyfriend that they are holding hands with. They flirt with people even though they are totally, completely taken. Very obviously taken. Up until this point, he’s been passive enough to calmly walk away and take you home. But this? He can’t take it anymore. This has to be the third person that’s hit on you today. You’re helping him out at the Coffee Spoon because Pablo couldn’t make it. As soon as the person you’re taking orders from asks for your phone number, Mat walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You turn around and kiss his forehead. As small as the gesture was, it made his heart leap.

Hugo- It happens at a wrestling match. By some kind of black magic coincidence, you end up on the kiss cam. Again. It happens almost every time you go, because every time you go, you end up buying the same seats in the same section. This time, though, Hugo looks up to the camera and sees… you… and the girl sitting next to you. His heart drops when he sees the girl smile and look at you, then it promptly explodes when you lean over your arm rest and kiss him on the cheek instead. For the entire rest of the match, Hugo’s face is bright red. You’re walking outside the venue and into the mostly empty parking lot now. When you get to the car, Hugo pulls you into an embrace. He tells you how upset that made him feel, seeing you and the girl like that, but you reassure him- he’s not just any genuine wrestle boy. He’s your genuine wrestle boy.

Brian- There aren’t very many cases where people flirt with you. Brian is almost always by your side, arm slung around your shoulders or your waist. He’s a very outgoing person, and because of that, he tends to intimidate people enough to ward them off. One night, though, you’re at a barbecue at Joseph’s place. There’s several women there that you don’t recognize. Once they get shot down by Craig, a few of them make their way over to you. You have no idea they’re flirting until Brian comes up next to you and places his hand on your back. He starts talking in the way that he does, except he’s talking about you. How good you are at fishing. How your brownie recipe is the best in the world. How much Maxwell, his dog, loves you. You’ve never seen people excuse themselves so fast before.

How to Break a Heart || p.p

Summary: In which Peter craves to break yet another heart.

Words: 2727

Warnings: Peter being an a-hole, angst, a few swears, probably pretty shitty lmao

Comments: So this was written awhile back, but I thought it’d be interesting to write an AU of Peter being a fuckboi, lol. Enjoy!

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Step One: Find a victim

He planned it perfectly.

Playing your feelings; smirks and stares shared between the two unlikely matches. Love filled eyes repaid by a wink and a smile that brought girls to their knees.

He was what every girl looked for: built body, soft brown eyes. A smile that lit up a room, hair tousled just the right way without trying. He had everyone under his control - his command, if he took advantage of it - always knowing when someone was ready.

When someone was ready to join his game.

He chose you long ago; shy girl with a big smile and doe eyes . You were a naïve, little girl. And everyone knows naïve, little girls always believed whatever you said.

He just didn’t know you were different.

You were his next playing piece, his next victim, and he knew exactly how to pull at your heart strings. He couldn’t just have you yet - no. He knew all too well that he could get you within a snap.

But, like a kid to their dinner, he liked playing with his food; and he’d mess with you till he knew you were wrapped around his finger. Till he knew there was no way you could turn him down.

It took a few months. Longer than usual, but he knew that he captured your attention, and he was ready to attack.

He was ready to start his game.

~~

You wanted to fall for his games.

All the words he whispered into your ear, all the kisses you thought were reserved only for you. All the I love yous he’d press into your ears and all the touches he’d leave to linger on your skin. The familiar tingles that ran up your arms every time his hands caressed yours.

You were miserably caught in his game; a loser who only ever wanted to win.

When he finally won you over; when he chose you out of all the girls that crossed his path. When he realized he was bored of his original toy, when he was hungry for a another playing piece, you were there.

You fell right into his trap; and you don’t know if you regret it or not.

Because, even if you knew what he does to girls and even if you knew he’d never love you. Even if you knew you were nothing more than a little path in his little game. Even if you knew all his lies.

You always came running back.

It wasn’t your fault you were meant to love the only person who didn’t know what the word even meant.

Because, to him, love was completely different. Some say he confused lust and love and decided to ignore all the signs that showed him what love really was; this was his game. He made up the rules and knew exactly what he was doing.

He just needed you to put it all together.

Step Two: Get them to fall for you

He was persistent, to say the least.

It started with the constant flirting; your ears filled with obnoxious boasting, his mint breath fanning your face a little too close to comfort. You were tired by the first day, everything he said was just bullshit in your ears. The constant names of babe, darling and love becoming repetitive - a routine.

But, somewhere along the line of the egotistical boasting and the laughing between class; the constant compliments and the toothy grin. Between everything, a friendship soon blossomed. It was unconventional and down right ridiculous, but you found yourself enjoying the brown-eyed boys’s company.

He became your best friend.

And it wasn’t long before he was more - more to you.

He could see it; in the way your eyes sparkled every time you saw him, eyes gleaming with something he’d seen all too well many times before. He knew you were falling, and he knew you were falling fast. Right into his arms.

Right into your demise.

~~

It was part of the fun, he thinks.

Seeing how long it took him to gain your trust, gain your friendship. He’s never taken this road before; testing new strategies to kill girl’s heart’s under his grip, and he thinks he likes this one the best.

You fell fast, with no hesitance, without stopping, you were falling hard and you were falling fast, not having a care in the world so long as you ended up in his arms. And he was there, standing, just waiting for you to fall right into the arms of your beloved best friend.

But he knew from the beginning he was never your friend; he wasn’t capable of being your friend.

I mean, what monster would befriend a meal?

Step three: Pull them into a false comfort

For this to work, he needed to love you.

It was an equation to him - hold her close, but not too close. Look into her eyes, but look away the split second she leans in. Love her, love her just enough for her to stay - and he knew exactly what he needed to do to make you fall into his trap, left to rot till he let you out again.

He planned every little touch, every little look, every goddamn word that left you hands reaching out to his – everything. He found it quite amusing as to what he could get out of you through a simple caress of his hand. He strung you around like a doll, throughly enjoying playing his little game with someone so willing.

But -

But at times, he felt something.

It wasn’t love - how was he supposed to know what it was when he couldn’t tell the difference between that and lust - love and hunger - when everything he did was driven by a love he never knew about. That he could never see.

But, when he saw the love blossom in your eyes, when he saw the smile the first time he said “I love you.” When he saw you trusting him, he felt something he thought he never would.

Guilt.

It was such a simple feeling, but he knew it would lead to his ultimate downfall - a painful loss in what was supposed to be his game - and he couldn’t let it show.

He couldn’t make himself weak when he was this far in the game.

~~

You didn’t know if you knew about what he was doing.

After so many years, you felt as if you knew you were just another toy - a plaything he always had around him, tearing it about piece by piece before all he had was this.

A tattered shell of a girl who was whole only a few months before. He was so good at pretending and acting and was just so good at what he did and what he was doing, you found yourself believing everything he said.

You thought you knew, you thought you were smarter.

But all you were was a girl in love with the wrong boy.

Step Four: Slowly start tearing them apart

He needed to take it slow.

Step by step, piece by piece, he needed to slowly tear you apart - drive you crazy. He’s done this a million times before, but he doesn’t think it’s been as easy as it was with you. He loved your willingness to correspond with his actions, to follow what he did and what he said and drink it all up like it was the truth.

He started tearing you apart, and he thinks he didn’t even have to do the first step - you already did it for him.

He’d come home later and later every single night and he knows it’s tearing you apart.

Because, you see, you made the first step so easy for him.

You cared for him; and that’s all he needed before this step went into full swing.

He’d come home, perfume in his wisp, but an apology on his lips, the words I love you, I promise it won’t happen again crossing over and over again in your mind. The questions you told yourself, no answers to go along with them. You slowly started questioning if you were good enough - good enough for Peter - a god in the eyes of a small, naïve little girl.

Your confidence was plummeting, but that didn’t stop you from from falling yourself, right into the arms of your beloved boyfriend - someone who was never there to begin with.

He was just a ghost in the eyes of a broken girl who was too blind to see the truth.

~~

He was so close.

He sees it - he sees it in how your eyes follow his when they linger too long on a girl across the room. He hears the desperation in your words when you tell him you love him - you love me too, right? - and he always answered yes, a smile on his pink lips and a sparkle in his eyes.

You believed him; of course you did. You were strung up in all the lies that you couldn’t see - stuck in an invisible maze where the only way to get out was cut your way out. You were miserably lost, but you were okay.

You were okay because you had Peter.

Even if he smelled of something different every night, and even if his eyes never filled with love when he saw you; even if you knew you were never enough for the king who was too high on his pedestal to reach - even if you knew, you knew you could never stop loving him.

It was possibly one of the biggest things you could’ve given him; your heart so willingly put on your sleeve even if Peter already tattered its insides - even if it’s hollow from everything he did.

He doesn’t feel bad anymore. Some would say he was so, so heartless to say so, but it wasn’t his fault.

It was yours for falling in love. It was yours for breaking yourself in the process.

It was yours for believing in him.

Step Five: Leave them wondering what went wrong

You should’ve seen it coming.

You should’ve seen all the signs, you should’ve bolted away from the heart that was so willingly given to you. Every touch, every word, every fucking lie he pressed into your lips.

You should’ve seen it coming - you should’ve been able to stop it.

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t because you were blinded by the love you had for him. You were blinded by the words that you thought would fix this, by the hope of somewhere, somehow, having him love you back.

(You learned soon enough that monsters could never love what was already devoured).

Your little heart was all you had to scavenge, pouring all you had into a relationship you thought could last -

Into the boy you thought you loved.

But when you saw him, a girl dangled by his side, lips attached in the poison that brought tears to your eyes, you had no strength to hold onto what little you had. You let hope get the better of you, letting yourself believe with some sort of faith that your small voice calling out to him would bring him back to you.

“P-Peter?”

He didn’t seem to hear you or your heart shattering the floor.

He could pick what he heard; and he decided to leave your heartbreak for later.

Step Six: Leave their heart under the ground

You didn’t see him for weeks.

He didn’t seem to care for what you felt that night - his plan, his game finally ended, a sweet victory with another girl in his grasp - and he didn’t care if the sheets you once shared were stained with the tears of the girl he never loved.

He didn’t care as long as he won his game.

But he wasn’t finished; he had one more step, one more lie to break you down. He planned everything out, every word he would spit at you, the smirk he’d throw at the broken eyes of the girl with the broken soul.

He knew everything that was going to happen. He’s done it countless of times before and he knows it’ll be just as sweet with you.

He thought he had everything planned.

But just as always, he was wrong.

~~

“It’s okay, Peter.”

He didn’t expect those words to come out of your mouth.

Your lips held a sad smile, eyes shadowing red in the sight of the boy who broke your heart. You spent countless of hours on tears - ramblings of what you could’ve done better whispered to yourself through the screams of your heart, voice shouting out to the boy you once loved - you spent hours breaking yourself down to the point where you were left a mess.

You wanted to hate him with every fibre of your being.

But, no matter how much you wanted to hate him - to spit words like shards that would cut out his voice like knives - you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so.

He didn’t deserve that victory.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of your tears spilt onto his wrists. He wanted to do that - to break you.

You wouldn’t let him know how much you’re hurting.

So instead, your hands cupped his face, eyes bright as your lips are brought to his, one last peck for one last victory.

“Goodbye, Peter.”

He never thought victory could taste so bittersweet.

~~

He thought he won.

He thought he’d broke you down to nothing.

But when your lips met his, your eyes shadowing the love you once had for him - all the happiness he brought into your life with the simple presence of his smile - a pang in his chest set him back as he stood on your door step.

Guilt.

He hadn’t felt that for so long - not since your first kiss, not since he first said he loved you - but it came back to slap him in the face. It wasn’t guilt for you, no he felt something much worse for you.

He felt guilty for loving you.

He felt guilty for falling in love with someone who was supposed to mean nothing more than dust on the floor.

It came to haunt him on his walk to victory.

Even in the end, even if he won his little game - even if he strung you and broke you till you were nothing but dust on the floor, even if he succeeded in every step, he found his heart was exactly where yours was:

Beaten, broken; barely holding on under the soil that covered it.

He messed up. He messed up your life - his in the process and he didn’t even know it. Because, before all of this - before all the feelings, before he chose you and before he started playing you, he never knew you’d be different. Because you taught him what love was in the touch of your hands, in the way you’d always hang onto him even if he wasn’t there to hold onto you. He learned what it was because it was all you ever gave him. He learned the difference between love and lust and he knew you were it.

You were love.

Inside his head - inside his heart - feelings are banging against each other, every goddamn thing’s reminding him of you and he can’t think straight anymore, but he knows one thing.

He’s sorry.

Sorry that he chose you; sorry that he played you.

He’s sorry that he loved you. That he loved you when it was too late; when his name already brought a venom to your lips, and his presence was only the reminder of your heartbreak.

He’s sorry he ever fell in love.

He’s sorry that it’s too late.

Final Step: Realize there was more than one heart broken

He didn’t realize he set himself up for heartbreak. He never knew that he’d miserably lose a game that he created. He didn’t know that his dismay would be from a naïve, little girl like you. Because he believed that you were strung around his finger - he just didn’t bother to notice he was wrapped around yours too.

Love’s a cruel game sometimes, that came to Peter soon enough. And even the most skilled can fall from a pedestal that was maybe too high for them anyways.

And Peter fell -

And he fell hard.

Not My Alpha Or My Daddy

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Peter x Fem!Reader

Summery: Peter shows the Reader who’s in charge

Warnings: +18, Swearing, sex, dirty talk, Dom!Peter, oral, Sub!Reader, Omega!Reader


“Derek I’m staying for a few days!” You called out as you dumped your bag on the floor, heading to throw yourself over Derek’s couch.

“Well if it isn’t our favourite Omega, how can we help?” Peter drawled and you glared at him as you grabbed at your phone, wiggling around until you could pull it out of your pocket.

“Piss off Peter.” You hummed as you unlocked it and started to scroll through your apps.

“Well that’s just rude, you should know better than to argue with an Alpha.” He schooled and crouched next to you.

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anonymous asked:

What are some things you hope they'll leave in for ep 6? I hope they'll leave in the photos of Bree moment, J telling C that Jeanne is his business partner when she wonders about why he has room at a brothel, his telling her later cause he knew she was wondering that he never partook of the girls(I hope they won't change it and have him actually have partaken), Jamie asking her if she'll take the man he is now(love that line).

I want this (more or less):

  • Jamie waking up with his head in Claire’s lap.
  • “I’ve seen ye so many times. You’ve come to me so often. […] But ye never spoke. And ye never touched me.”
  • The photos.
  • “We know each other now less than we did when we wed.”
  • “Sassenach, will ye take me – and risk the man that I am, for the sake of the man ye knew?” / “It’s a lot too late to ask that, because I’ve already risked everything I had. But whoever you are now, Jamie Fraser – yes. Yes, I do want you.”
  • “When we were afraid of each other before, on our wedding night – you held my hands. You said it would be easier if we touched.”
  • ALL THE AWKWARDNESS !!!!
  • Them laughing together. I so badly want to see them laughing together again ♥

i ran for my engineering department’s undergraduate president position just so that the only guy running wouldn’t just win by default. my slogan was “i want you to choose”. it really pissed off the graduating year because they wanted a legacy (apparently he was drinking buddies with all of them) but at least the ballot had two names on it. if anything, i went down as that bitch in our department who wouldn’t let that one guy be president without doing anything

if Roshar college parties were a thing and Adolin were allowed to go u kno he’d be one of the first ones smashed but he’d be so cheerful and enthusiastic that nobody would be mad it’d be fun

anonymous asked:

Oooh, that makes me think of a question. What are the gender identities (and accepted pronouns) of all the fallen children?

Paolo is uncertain about their own gender and prefers They but won’t complain about He or She.
Erika is a Demi-girl and accepts She and They.
Blake is a Demi-boy and prefers They but won’t complain about He.
Oscar is Pangender and accepts all pronouns. They are happiest when people alternate pronouns with them. Especially if it’s in the same sentence.
The closest term I can find for what Danny is would be Transfeminine. They identify with femininity, were assigned male at birth, but they aren’t quite a transgirl and consider themself to be nonbinary.
And Hanah (who has not appeared yet) doesn’t care and thinks gender is stupid.
-TQ

Babies? (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: Can you do another one like Just a Dream. But where Jughead and the reader are married and Jughead has a dream where him and the reader have a daughter and she is a daddy’s girl and when Jughead wakes up and he tells the reader he wants a baby. Btw love your stories!!

A/N: Hey! So I’m sitting on the beach while writing this. Actual goals right now. I’m writing this as a continuation of “Just A Dream” but you don’t have to read that to understand this one!

Masterlist

Babies? (Jughead x Reader)

A few years had passed since Jug had his dream of marrying you. You two had been married for almost two years now.

As your anniversary was coming up, thoughts of kids had popped in your mind a few times. You had talked to Jug about it but you knew he wasn’t sure if he wanted kids. He was terrified he was going to end up like his father.

He knew that there could be a chance of losing you and a child like his father had lost his wife and jellybean.

You had assured him that he wasn’t his father and that you didn’t plan on going anywhere. He would just shake it off and change the subject.

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Church Mouse

Request: Can you make headcanons about the reader dating Wade but being shy? I am a very shy and non social person to strangers but if I know you well then I will talk about lot.

You sat in a booth by yourself waiting to see if your pick for the dead pool was dead or not. You had quite a bit of money, and a lot of faith on your bet. You watched the door seeing if your pick would come in. The bar’s phone rang and Weasel answered it; you watched him, wondering what news was being delivered. He looked upset, and after a sigh he hung up the phone.

“Hey! I got results on the dead pool!” he yelled. The bar quieted as everyone awaited who was dead, and who would get the money.

“Snake Eyes got stabbed to death outside of a Toys R Us. He is definitely dead and that means Church Mouse won the dead pool.” He announced. Groans and curses filled the bar and you got a few nasty glares. They didn’t bother you though, you were so good your name never even made it up on the dead pool. You got up and went to the bar to accept your reward.

“Alright, Mouse, $2000,” Weasel counted out the money in front of you and you accepted it with a small smile, “Nothing, no scream of happiness, not even a little word?”

“Shut up, leave me alone,” You grinned. Weasel was a friend… in loose terms. There was a reason you were called Church Mouse, mouse for short, you were as quiet as a church mouse. Most of the people in the bar had no idea what your voice sounded like. You just weren’t comfortable enough to talk around them. You preferred keeping to yourself. You only came to the bar for jobs and the dead pool. Weasel kept people from bothering you.

“Hellooo beautiful!” a voice called out as they came undoubtedly over to you. Weasel kept everyone from bothering you, everyone except Wade Wilson.

“I thought maybe you died,” you said with a smile.

“Ha ha, as if you could be so lucky,” he laughed, hands going to hold your waist.

“I don’t know, Wade. Tonight’s my lucky night. Snake Eyes died,” you grinned.

“Snaaaake!” Wade wailed out.

“As if he didn’t get enough of you Metal Gear Solid references when he was alive.”

“Well, you won, why don’t you take a pretty girl like me out for a night on the town.”

“I will, when I find a pretty girl like you around,” you threw back.

“Ouch,” he laughed.

“So this is what she’s really like?” Weasel asked, looking between the two of you amusedly. You rolled your eyes and put your money in your bag.

“Yes, but ssshh it’s a secret.”

“Shut up, Wade.” You laughed. You walked around him to leave. He took your hand and pulled you back.

“Wait, wait,” he spoke and you let him pull you back so you were in front of him again.

“What?”

“Balls in holes?”He asked.

“I want the big ass Panda.”

“Come on then.” he was running off to the exit as fast as he could. You let him drag you along, laughing all the while. As you walked about the arcade Wade held your hand pulling you along to whatever caught his eye at the moment. He was good enough at ski ball that he got the Giant Panda for you without any problem. As you walked back home you carried the panda with one arm while Wade continued to hold your hand.

“Yes! A jalapeno popper grilled cheese,” You laughed.

“I have never even thought of that! Are these the things you think up when you’re so quiet?”

“Some of the things.”

“You’re like a junk food Einstein.”

“Oh and you’d love my cherry crescents,” you continued.

“Oh I’d love to eat your cherry crescents,” he grinned wildly as the two of you headed up the stairs of your apartment. You punched him in the shoulder, all the while laughing.

“Wade! That’s not went a meant!”

“I mean it in whatever way you meant, and how I meant it too.”

“Fine, come on up and we’ll see what kind of cherry crescents you get.”

~Mod Lillian (Yo jalapeno popper grilled cheese is the best thing ever. And cherry crescents are those crescent rolls with chopped maraschino cherries inside with a cherry glaze. They are soo good. They are both things that I found out could exist at like 3 AM.)

Lance The Monster Lover

Ok. We all know our boy Lance would flirt with anything and everyone. He had flirted with various alien girls ( plus Keith but he won’t admit it).He’s basically pansexual or bisexual, right?

Heck, he had even been affirm a furry from this comic preview.

Well I was inspired by @patt-barton prompt about lance befriending monsters and being encourage by @fangirliestgirl, to make this prompt.


Lance is one of those monster lover. And by monsters, not just those humans with animal features. I mean monsters that are far from humans. I’m talking about eldritch abominations. Like this one :

And the paladins are traveling in space and had meant several alien species already. There has got to be some alien species that aren’t humanoid.


Let say the paladins landed on this planet to make an alliance. Instead of being greeted by humanoid aliens, they get eldritch monsters instead.


While the alteans and other 4 paladins are scare, freaking out, and hesitate to greet the inhabitants, Lance just walk up to them and start flirting. He’s not scare of these people one bit despite their appearances. In fact he’s attracted to them. In his head, he’s fangirling how he get to live every monster lover fantasy.


Of course the team is shock at how calm and casual lance is, but they let him lead the rest of the alliance.


Now let add some langst to it.


The team are still at disbelief of how lance is attracted to the inhabitants, and also jealous. Maybe add some pining Shklance or polydins with oblivious pinning lance who don’t think he’s good enough for them.


The team grow protective around Lance and tell him to be careful. Lance take it the wrong way and think the team don’t trust him. That leave him to hang out with the space monsters more during the days of making the alliance.


Then one day Lance is caught being intimate with one of the space monsters. The team go into a fit. Then Lance snap and say he can choose who he love since none of them love him in a romantic way.


Cue the misunderstandings being fixed, feelings reveal, relationship starting, and the alliance going off with a hit.


Extras.

  • The team meeting up with their space monsters friends every now and then and the space monsters keep flirting with lance. Team become jealous and protective.
  • Keith going into full galra mode to impress lance.
  • The team ask lance how he perform intimacy with the space monster.

Pidge: So Lance, can I ask you something?


Lance: Of course. Lay it on me Pidgey.


Pidge: Ok. How was you able to “do it” with your space friend the other day?


Shiro, Allura: PIDGE!


Pidge: What? I was just asking what we was thinking! And he said I could ask.


Coran: Yes, I am curios as well.


Lance: Uh, what do you mean by “do it”?


Keith: I would like to know as well too.


Pidge: Are you serious? I means how did you ha….( interrupted by Hunk)


Hunk: HOW DID YOU HAVE SEX WITH THAT SPACE MONSTER!? I means he wasn’t even close to our anatomy or biology yet you some how manage to find a way. It been on my mind and I just need to know!


Lance: Oh.


Keith: ( eye widen and blush). Oh.


Lance: Well the answer to that question is quite simple. It requires a lot of stretching.


Everyone: ( shock and blush)


Shiro: Well, uh, at least you use protection. Right Lance?


Lance: Uh, I would have, but I didn’t have any on the time we came into space. Plus, aliens Shiro, remember? They’re completely different from humans so I doubt a condom would had done anything.


Everyone: WHAT!?


Allura: Lance, you should had been more careful. Who know what diseases you could been infected with?


Coran: Or you could had gotten pregnant.


Everyone: WHAT!?


Coran: I had done my research on our eldritch friends and their biology prove that they could had impregnated lance.


Shiro: Alright. Lance, go into thr healing pod right now. You’re getting a check up.


Lance: But…


Allura: It’s for your own well being Lance.


Lance: Fine (pout ans walk away with Coran).


Pidge: If he does turn out pregnant, can I please examine the baby?


Everyone: PIDGE! Feel free to use this prompt!

Limerance

Kallias and Viviane’s story, because these two stole my heart and I can’t resist writing them! This is going to be a prequel to the events of ACOWAR so be prepared for the journey of a precious friendship formed and lasting bond that will tie them together for eternity!

Chapter 1: Serendipity 

The Winter Court was vibrant today. The small city in the open snowy landscape was busy with trade. Residents of the city walked the streets with their pale bodies almost blending into the snow falling from the sky. Voices intermingled with the busy market noises as furs were swapped for precious metals to be forged into weapons or jewelry.

Overlooking the city a boy sat looking outside one of the tall glass windows of the castle. His white hair hung loose around his pointed ears as his blue eyes watched for anything that could seemingly pull him from his boredom.

Today had already been filled with lessons on court etiquette at his father and mother’s request. Of course their requests were considered orders to those that served them. For they were the High Lord and Wife that ruled the Winter Court.

And Kallias was their sole heir.

“Sir Kallias,” a female fae stepped forward and gave a slight bow of respect to the eight year old who didn’t spare her a glance.

“What is it?” Kallias asked still looking outside.

“The High Lord and his wife have dismissed your lessons for the day,” the fae responded. “They have guests today that will require your tutor’s attention.”

Kallias nodded. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence and Kallias was an apt enough learner that he already memorized the text that would have been discussed today.  Perhaps now he could walk outside to his heart’s content after having been cooped up inside this past week.

“You’re free to go,” Kallias dismissed the fae who promptly returned to whatever task she had been doing before she was sent as messenger.

With as much calmness Kallias could muster he walked down the long hall and obtained his dark grey fur cloak with blue stitching. He snuck outside the servant’s tunnel that led to the gardens.

Though these gardens were nothing like the Spring Court’s.  Here the snow covered grey stone pathways that wove between evergreen hedges and the occasional burst of red from winterberry trees.

He breathed a sigh of relief. His breath pluming in a little fog from his lips as he walked around one of the large pine trees in the garden.

Suddenly his ears picked up a noise. A tinkling noise similar to bells that were usually placed out for festivals. It was a beautiful sound and Kallias slowly followed it.
His hands went to the small dagger at his hip. He was trained in combat, but he knew from his instructors that it was better to avoid a confrontation with physical blows. Even his magical abilities were a bit rough, but that was better than nothing.

He rounded the corned and froze at what he glimpsed between the brambles of a bush.

A young girl that was not quite his age was spinning in the snow. Her long white hair twirling and catching snowflakes that made her hair glitter in the sunlight.

And then her laugh.

Kallias stared in awe. Listening with wonder at this magical fae before him. He almost thought her to be a nymph from the stories his nursemaid used to tell him as a toddler.

Deep in his chest something tugged at him. Go to her.

He took one silent step forward. Then another. Hoping not to startle the girl. But for all his training he still stepped on a branch that snapped loudly under his foot.

Immediately the girl stopped. Her dark blue dress swirled around her knees until the folds rested against her brown boots.

The garden was quiet. So silent that Kallias could hear the girl’s breath as she settled from her exuberant spinning.

“You’re…” Kallias sought for something to say. Even his intensive reading offered him no help as he stood blinking at the girl before him. He swallowed down his nerves and realized that this was the first fae child he had ever met around his age.

Children were a rarity. Among the Winter Court that was even truer from the harsh weather that offered no forgiveness to those that succumbed to it. Even Kallias’s older brother had fallen to Winter’s deathly kiss not long after Kallias was born.

Still this girl…she was so… “You’re little,” Kallias whispered without another thought.

The girl blinked in shock and bounded over to him. Her feet giving a slight skip as she stopped in front of him. Her face mere inches from his face that Kallias was too shocked to even back away from her forwardness.

Who was she that she dared to share the same breath as he? The High Lord’s son and heir?

“I’m taller than you!” The little girl said happily with a smile. “See!”

At the Kallias realized what her intentions were for her nearness. And even more disturbing was that she was indeed a few inches taller. Much to Kallias’s sudden disappointment.

He brushed away her hand that hovered above their hands to show evidence of just how much taller she was.

“So?” Kallias said. “I bet I’m older than you.” For some reason Kallias felt the need to prove something to this girl who gave him a full grin.

“I’m six,” the girl responded.

“And I’m eight,” Kallias crossed his arms proudly as if he won the Winter Solstice sled racing tournament.

“Wow you are old!” The girl laughed and for a moment Kallias wondered if she meant it to be and insult, but her smile said otherwise. As if she was teasing him.

But then she grabbed his pale hands with her gloved ones and gave him a pleading look. “Will you play with me? All the others inside say they can’t or are too old, but you’re not right?”

“I – ugh,” Kallias had rarely ever stammered in his life. He couldn’t even remember the last time it happened, but looking at his hands wrapped in her fingers thoughts flew away from him. “You shouldn’t hold my hand.”

“Why?” The girl asked. Then her eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me you’re like those other boys that are afraid of girls right.”

“Why would I be afraid of girls?” Kallias asked. How could I be afraid of you? As if it was possible to be frightened of the female that stood before him with bright eyes shining in the evening sun. 

Instead of voicing his thoughts he added a different reasoning instead. “Besides it’s not proper for us to whole hands.”

“So you won’t play with me?” The girl visibly deflated in her happiness. Her blue eyes dulling with each passing second.

Awkwardly Kallias shuffled his feet. “Well it’s just that…I’ve never played with anyone before.”

“Really?” The girl cocked her head to the side. “Isn’t that lonely?”

Kallias opened his mouth to say that he is always busy with lessons so how could he be lonely, but then it hit him. He was lonely. Walking the halls with no one to play games with or steal cookies from the kitchen after they had been baked.

“I am alone…” Kallias admitted dazedly at his realization and looked down at his feet. Unsure of what to do with the wave of sadness rising in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t supposed to feel this way. One day he would be High Lord and these emotions would need to be locked away since they showed weakness.

But then the fingers holding his own tightened and he glanced up to see the girl giving him a small smile. He could feel the warmth of it. How it eased his worries in a single second.

“Then I’ll be your first friend,” she said with a tinge of excitement and hope. “I’m Viviane. What’s your name?”

“Kallias,” he answered and squeezed her hand back. It wasn’t like the handshakes he was taught to do by his elders, but this felt special. Far more important than any handshake he would ever have to do in the future.

“Come on then!” She tugged him into the open space. “Let’s play tag!”

She took off running and he readily gave chase after a moment’s pause to consider the options. But he found not better choice than to run among the hedges with this free-spirited girl.

Viviane.

Soon Kallias began to laugh with her. Filling the garden with a wonderful noise as two souls began a journey that would be filled with happiness and loss. As children they were naïve to the world’s horrors. It would be many years before their peace was shattered into broken shards that would rattle their friendship to the core.

EXO Wolf!AU Reaction to getting jealous because all the other wolves are interested in their human GF

Saturdays of jealousy  it seems xD Xoxo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


Chanyeol:

*Would fight anyone who even dares to mention anything about her* “Respect my mate and I’ll respect you! Don’t want to mess with me!”

Kris:

*He might look this chill… but in reality if he sees a wolf near his girl, he won’t hesitate* “Don’t think that just because she’s a human, it’ll be easy to get her”

Sehun:

“I don’t know.. but lately I’ve been training a lot… and she has trained with me.. so don’t test your luck.. just saying” *Knows that even though you are a human you can take care of yourself pretty well*

Tao:

*Just reminding everyone that when it comes to his girl, he’s unstoppable*

Kai:

“Yes yes… she’s amazing.. yes yes she’s human and very pretty.. yes yes I know it all. Now can you please stop talking about her? Last time I checked she was MY mate!” *Don’t get it wrong, he’d fight you if needed*

Xiumin:

“If you think she’s that cool… why don’t you get a human for yourself too… because she’s mine.. and only mine.. and no wolf is allowed near my girl”

Baekhyun:

“She might be a human but I’m not so.. do I need to remind you how protective a wolf with his mate can be…? Or you prefer leaving this place in one piece?”

Luhan:

“I don’t understand why these wolves even bother… like.. they don’t stand a chance… we belong together…” *Don’t think for one second that he won’t be all possessive and protective if someone tries to take you away*

Chen:

“This is why I didn’t want to take you to the woods… now all the wolves want to meet the human girl that got my heart.. I don’t like this.. I don’t know what they might do.. I’m sorry if I get a little violent with them if they try something”

Kyungsoo:

“I’m going to calm down… it’s okay… she’s my girl.. not theirs… nothing will happen… it’s just that they aren’t used to human girls… the other packs know to not mess with us… it’s okay…” *Trying really hard to not fight because he doesn’t want to scare you or anything*

Lay:

“Things might get messy baobei… but don’t worry.. nothing will happen to you… I’ll keep you protected.. away from them… they just need to remember that no one comes in between of two mates… even if one is a human”

Suho:

“Yeah she might look fragile and too human but… remember this wolf is behind her. Stay away from her!” *Alpha has spoken*

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

hidingfrommyallergies  asked:

I need more of your editor single dad Shiro au for me to survive running the mile tomorrow.

ME TOO, BUDDY. ME TOO. I need more of it. I have this Single Dad AU tag and honestly, it’s not enough OTL

  • Does Keith like Shiro back? When? 
  • Does he feel weird that if he does have a crush on Shiro, does he think it’s wrong?
  • Shiro’s young, rich and handsome and Keith’s just the marketing guy. Plus, Shiro is his boss.
  • Keith loves Shiro’s daughter though, like an awful lot.
  • She’s a small fireball and Keith is endeared. Lance thinks Keith lost his mind because Shiro’s kid is the reincarnation of the devil.
  • The three-year-old girl kisses Keith on the cheek the first time and it surprises Keith and he panics BECAUSE SHIRO IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM AND OMG LITTLE GIRL WHAT DID YOU DO?!
  • It happens every time Keith parts with her that one time she DEMANDS FOR KEITH TO KISS HER BACK LMAO
  • Keith shies away because what the shit man that’s his boss’ daughter
  • But Shiro just nods and says “Go on, I don’t mind.”
  • And so Keith kisses the little cupcake on the cheek BUT SHE TURNS AROUND SO KEITH PECKS HER ON THE LIPS
  • AND KEITH IS SO SHOCKED AND MORTIFIED BECAUSE SHIRO WAS GOING TO KILL HIM
  • But Shiro just… laughs. His daughter looks like she just won the lottery.
  • “Sneaky little girl,” he wags his finger at his daughter.
  • But Shiro’s crying on the inside because WHY CANT HE DO THAT TOO
|| The Chase ||

{summary: what happens when you punch a famous gymnastics coach in his face and nearly break his nose in the process?}

so i finally got around to watching [the bronze] and let me say lance tucker is a fucking asshole and i would love to punch him in the face before kissing that stupid smirk of his. his only redeeming quality is his good looks. this is something i wanted to write to thank my readers with ;w; i’m going to do my best to portray lance in the most canon light that i can lmao so wish me luck.

warnings: sexual innuendos and cursing

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine.**

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There was this really annoying guy who came almost every day to your gym to ‘work out.’

But you weren’t stupid. You knew that the man with the dark hair and teasing blue eyes did less working out and more of checking you out.

Sadly, there wasn’t much you could do about this prick since he did give your gym the business you needed.

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