but i had to make one at least so here it is

anonymous asked:

dark rc would you please consider writing about how victor (and the rest of the Russian skate team) had a feud with the Russian hockey team bc of their constant flirting and attentions towards yuuri (who was completely oblivious at the war waging for his heart)??

This has been sitting in my inbox for over a month and I apologize for that, nonny! I wanted to try my hand at breaking through this writer’s block and this prompt was ripe for the taking. It’s not my best work by any stretch, but it’s something at least! I hope you enjoy.

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There are few things that give Yuri pleasure—the taste of accomplishment like cinnamon sugar on the back of his tongue after landing a quad; having a comeback so cutting that he practically draws blood; that soft murrf a cat makes when it decides it trusts him; the little green screenshot arrow appearing next to Otabek’s name in Snapchat—but they all pale in comparison to whenever the Russian hockey team visits the rink.

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anonymous asked:

FAFLAMFLMA COMBINE THESE 2: 📱🍆 - ur lube ♥

📱 → ❝I sent you a picture of my dick. Please respond.❞

🍆 → ❝Stop sending me eggplant emojis when I’m trying to study.❞


credit: x.

COUNT → 2.059

GENRE → smut

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → graphic sex | light spanking | explicit language 


Your phone vibrated for the tenth time in the last sixty seconds. Frustrated, you brought your face out of your textbook and angrily pressed your thumb down on your home button, unlocking your phone to open your messaging app.

JUNGKOOK [11:02:53]: I sent you a picture of my dick. Please respond.

You had already opened it and looked at his dick at least two times now, but you had a big test tomorrow and really couldn’t waste precious time studying thinking about how you wanted Jungkook to come over and use that dick.

Again, you left him on read.

Jungkook knew where you lived and he had been at your dorm more times than you cared to admit, but some part of you was hopeful he would leave you alone. Then again, his ego was so fragile, especially when it came to his dick.

Your phone vibrated again and you looked at your notifications to see Jungkook was just sending you the eggplant emoji over and over again until you replied.

YOU [11:04:10]: Stop sending me eggplant emojis when I’m trying to study.

You let out a groan and turned your phone to silent so that the notifications wouldn’t distract you anymore. Looking to your computer screen at the syllabus, you flipped to the page in your book indicated by the study guide.

“A morpheme is…” you began to read aloud to yourself, but you were still distracted. Your eyes darted to your phone not even making a sound. It was almost more distracting when you knew someone was trying to talk to you. Shaking your head, you tried to focus. “A morpheme is used when…”

You slammed your textbook closed, irritated because he’d broken your focus. With a defeated sigh, you looked at your phone and your eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets at the last text you got from Jungkook.

JUNGKOOK [11:07:35]: You’re in so much trouble. Take off your pants.

Swallowing, you stood up from your desk, looking over at the door anxiously. He sent that text two minutes ago and you knew it only took him five to get to your dorm’s parking lot by car. You only had five minutes to prepare yourself.

And you knew he didn’t appreciate you ignoring his texts.

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The Only Exception (Part 8)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,733

Warnings: language, fire, panic, dangerous situation, rescue, drinking, bad jokes, I’m off the handle because I no longer care

A/N: If you don’t like it, don’t read it. After the posts I saw last week that personally attacked me…I wish some people put half as much effort into helping others and the earth as they do being genuinely awful.

Anyways, it’s fiction.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 

Originally posted by mizar113

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Sunday Mornings (Smut)

Materlist

A/N: This is requested. I’m not sure how I feel about this, but here you go, then I might just delete it later. 

Word count: 2,536

“Are you watching me sleep again?” I asked, covering my face with my palms.

I still didn’t open my eyes, nor did I unravel myself from the comfy position under the warm blanket.

Sundays were for staying in bed. At least that was my opinion. Shawn on the other hand, had a hard time spending his time doing absolutely nothing. Usually, he would go to the gym early in the morning, before I’d even opened my eyes.

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I Like It

Request: I have kind of a fetish for temperature play (mostly cold) so I was wondering if you could do something that relied heavily on buckys metal arm - @abigailredgrave

Triggers: smut, unprotected sex, oral (fr), kinda dom!bucky, sergeant!kink

Word Count: 1600+

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long, like literally 2 and a half months

Originally posted by elves-n-angels

There was no doubt that Iceland wasn’t beautiful, But you weren’t here for scenery. Actually, there was a Hydra base here. It had been spotted by the local authorities and not taken seriously. But when the officer who reported it went missing it was something the team couldn’t ignore.

Ever since you and Bucky had got together Steve always put you two together on missions. He trusted the two of you to look after each other while he would stay with some of the least capable S.H.I.E.L.D agents. And, even though you weren’t an official Avenger, you were treated as such.

The base was small. Only two people needed to be there, so you and Bucky were chosen.

‘We got any coffee, darlin’?’ you had just got out of the shower, quickly slipping into your favourite shirt and shorts (AKA bucky’s shirt and some clean boxers). You were walking into the tiny kitchen when you saw Bucky bent over, head stuck in one of the cupboards. His ass was stuck out and you couldn’t resist yourself. Taking your right hand, you swung it as far back as you could. Bringing it down harshly on his backside, you heard a slap then a small yelp from the supersoldier. You giggled as he turned to find you, your arms resting across your body; right hand covering your mouth.

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Lip Biting

Pairing: Y/N/Luke

Rating: NC-17

Request: No

Words: 2.000+

Summary: Luke loves biting his lip out of habit and that is, according to some, the biggest turn on to date. 

“Stop.”

“What?” He innocently questioned and looked up at you with his oceanic eyes that showed nothing else but what his tone was hinting at.

Of course he knew what he was doing.  

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Kiwi: Part Two

A little mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. x



The next day, she woke up at one in the afternoon.

Going off of a full nine hours of sleep, she hopped out of her twin sized bed and brushed her teeth, running a careless hand through her cropped locks and setting off for a jog along the beach.

When she first arrived in Jamaica, she was looking for places to stay on the tourist side of the island. But not only was it easily five times as expensive as living where she was now, it was crowded and loud. The first morning she went for a run she had to stop about seven times to take group pictures and be asked for directions by families of five or more. It wasn’t until she started befriending the locals that she even knew there was a quiet place on the island.

Now, she could go for runs every day and she was rarely ever interrupted. Her life in Jamaica consisted mainly of three things: running, surfing, and working at the bar. The bar was owned by a tall Jamaican man whose nickname was Pipo, and whom she’d met close to when she arrived. She began to frequent it during the lunch shift, and when she did she spoke to Pipo every day about her life back home. One day when he found out that she was unemployed he offered her a job on the spot.

And that was her life. That’s what it had been like for the past month and a half—working to save a little money, but mostly to pass the time. When she wasn’t working she was taking walks on the island and exploring new places, or surfing. It wasn’t a luxurious life by any means, but it was what she needed right now. She needed to get away.

It was all completely predictable, until she stumbled upon Harry last night.

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Don't Repeat History

I couldn’t help myself ;u;

Important stuff:

Ok, I’m done. I did this like, in half and hour and stuff so it’s pretty simple but yeah. *Shrugs* 

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me and neither does the AU.


The words leave him before he could stop himself.

“This is the Blue Lion?” He asks, voice small as he stares up at the big lion in front of him, something inside him urging him to come closer but he pushes it back stubbornly.

Allura nods besides him, a pleased smile on her face. “Yes, you used to be her paladin. The Blue Lion is known to be one of the friendliest of Lions; your bond with her has been so strong since the beginning, never wavering in the least. It is said that –”

Lance tunes Allura’s voice down, leaving behind a faint ringing noise in his ears as he stares wide eyed at Blue’s motionless eyes.

He feels a tug inside him one more time and this time he winces, feeling it more physically than mental.

The ringing turns into purrs and soft growling and Lance breathing come out short as he watches Blue’s dim eyes lighten up with life.

One, two, three ticks and then it’s like Blue’s eyes snap open and images fill his head.

He can’t make sense of anything. The faces are blurred, the noises that start as laughter turn into painful screams and sobs. Every feeling overwhelms him: there’s anxiety, excitement, stubbornness, determination, pride, love.

There’s relief. There’s a soft comfort feeling in the back of his head but it’s not enough to calm his breathing, to ease his tense shoulder and beating heart.

Lance vaguely notices that he started shaking, barely hearing the muffled drowned voice of Allura near him, calling to him, asking for him.

He doesn’t understand the words, but he doesn’t bothers to. He just needs to go, there’s too much around him and inside him. He can’t be here, he can’t deal with this, he needs to leave.

He needs to leave.

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Come Home (Newt Scamander x Reader)

The winner of the Newt Vs. Steve contest. Hope you enjoy!

He sat across from you at the kitchen table in your small London flat. You lazily stirred a spoon in your cold tea, watching as he eagerly read a letter from New York; more specifically, a girl from New York. Tina Goldstein to be exact.

You knew by the glimmer in his green eyes that he was going to leave, most likely due to her requesting his presence in America. You knew that she was beginning to take a spot in his heart that was supposed to be meant for only you, and you didn’t know how to accept that.

“You look happy,” you noted, setting your spoon on the table as Newt lowered the letter. A grin had formed on his face, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he sat back in his squeaky chair.

“I guess I am,” he beamed, his smile remained bright as his eyes found yours.

“Care to elaborate?” You questioned, leaning back in your own chair while crossing your arms over your chest.

“It looks like I’m returning to New York again!” He exclaimed gleefully. “Tina located a few Bowtruckles and wants me to take them in! I can’t put into words how excited I am to return; there was so much I wanted to do last time and-“

“Am I going with you?” You interrupted his wild speech after noticing that he was only mentioning things that he wanted to do. Newt’s grin faltered and he moved foward to grasp onto your hand; you allowed him to and watched him carefully.

“I don’t think it would be best,” he told you. He didn’t look the least bit bothered by the fact that you wouldn’t be joining him. “Tina is only expecting me, and I have to leave first thing in the morning, she even sent a ticket for the boat-”

“How considerate,” you snapped, pulling your hand out of his roughly. Newt looked shocked at your sudden action.

“This is a great opportunity, Y/N, don’t be mad at me,” he seethed, watching as you stood up to place your cup in the sink. You stood with your back to him when you began to speak again.

“I don’t understand how you can think I would be okay with you leaving me behind!” You said, voice shaking from anger. “I work with you and the creatures, Newt, this is my life! And suddenly you want to leave me behind?”

“You know that’s not true,” he protested, rising from his seat. “But I don’t always need you to be there; the creatures and I will be fine for a few weeks in New York without you!”

“I’m glad to hear that you don’t need me,” you stated, turning to face him with glassy eyes. He couldn’t feel any kind of remorse for bringing you to tears; there had once been a time where he would have been a mess at the sight of you crying.

“What do you want me to say? I’m perfectly capable of doing things without you! I’m getting the Bowtruckles and coming back here to you, Y/N.”

“Don’t you dare try to convince me that I’m not the one who has your heart anymore!” You yelled, voice cracking. Newt jumped, his jaw dropping slightly as his heart began to feel heavy. “You’re in love with someone else, Newt. She’s in New York, and I’m not her.”

“Y/N,” he sniffled, stepping towards you, his hand beginning to stretch out to you. You merely shook your head and stepped back.

“Go to New York, Newt,” you whispered, wiping at your eyes quickly before looking at him. He closed his eyes as he looked into your own, not able to handle the wall he could see being put up in you. The wall that would be used to keep him out, to push him away.

“I’m just confused, you know I love you-”

“If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have fallen for her,” you declared. “You are a pathetic excuse of a man, Newt Scamander.”

Newt sat across from Queenie in the kitchen of the apartment. Tina was at work, leaving the magizoologist alone with her sister.

“I don’t mean to pry,” Queenie began as she stirred her steaming coffee. “There are just some things that I can’t help but hear-”

“Please don’t read my mind,” he pleaded quietly in a hoarse voice.

Newt had returned to New York without you after making you promise to wait for him in London. He hadn’t realized how different life would be without you, though. There was more to do in the case. There was no one there to fix his hair after a night of falling asleep at his desk, but then again, there was no one there to make sure that he didn’t fall asleep at his desk.

“Your thoughts are kinda loud right now,” Queenie stated, looking down at her cup with a frown. “I just want to know what your intentions with my sister are.”

“I can assure you that my intentions are strictly platonic,” he rushed out nervously.

“Y/N didn’t seem to think so, did she?” Queenie inquired, her eyes flashing up to meet his with a hint of suspicion. She had always liked you and had admired your relationship with Newt; it hurt her to know that her sister was the reason you and Newt were fighting.

“You know what Y/N thought,” he snapped, beginning to feel upset. “She and I are going to work things out when I return to London, though. Everything will be okay for us.”

“Mr. Scamander, I know what happened between you and Tina,” Queenie sighed sadly. Newt’s leg hit the bottom of the table and he winced.

“It was a mistake,” he attempted to reassure her.

“Tina doesn’t think so. She doesn’t even know that you’re still with Y/N.”

“Well, I am still with Y/N,” he insisted, despite not knowing where your relationship stood.

It wouldn’t be until he returned to London that he found out.

“Let’s talk,” you stated as Newt entered the kitchen the morning after he returned from New York. You clutched a letter behind your back as you stood in front of the sink, watching as he stumbled wearily into a seat at the table.

“Would you like to start?” He questioned lowly, looking up at you as he played nervously with the sleeve of his shirt.

“Okay,” you breathed out, grasping tightly onto the letter. “How was New York?”

“It was fine,” he told you. “The new Bowtruckles are in the case and seem to like the others.”

“Did you see Jacob?”

“Yes, he and Queenie are getting very well acquainted again, I believe there will be a wedding soon,” he said with a small smile. “I always thought it would be us getting married first.”

“I… I don’t see a wedding in our future,” you whispered slowly, closing your eyes so you couldn’t watch the hurt fill his face.

“W-What?” He choked out, finding it hard to breathe as the weight of your words came crashing down over him. A tidal wave of what could have been. “Y/N, please don’t say that-”

“Tina sent me a letter,” you interrupted him, shakily holding the letter in front of your trembling body. You opened your eyes and found Newt shaking his head slightly, eyes filled with tears. “She wanted to make sure I was alright, you know, since we apparently we aren’t together anymore. She wanted to say sorry for her new relationship with you-”

“Give me that!” He exclaimed, jumping up from the table and bounding over to rip the letter from your hands.

“Step away from me right now,” you growled out, putting the letter behind your back. He began to speak before you cut him off. “I don’t want to hear what you have to say, this letter made it very clear that our relationship is done. I have my things packed, I should go.”

“No, Y/N, please,” he begged, falling to his knees and grabbing ahold of your legs as he cried. His head rested on your stomach, your shirt began to dampen from his tears as you attempted to pull away.

“Let go of me, Newt,” you demanded, pushing at his shoulders. He shook his head, looking up at you as he continued to cry.

“Stay, Y/N, please-”

“Let me go-”

“No, not until you-”

There was a loud slap, his head reeling to the side from the force of your hand against his cheek. His crying went silent as your hand stung, and finally, his arms dropped from your legs. You could tell that you had shook him down to his core, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you left the kitchen to gather your bags.

“Goodbye, Newt.”

A/N: Definitely thinking about a part two for a reunion at a little wedding in New York. Let me know what you guys think.

Kill Zone - Part 6: Haunted

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Dean Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak, Cindy Stevenson (OC - mentioned), Ella McKenzie (OC - mentioned), Helena Spencer (OC - mentioned), Lisa Braeden (mentioned)  

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Warnings: minor character death, mention of past character deaths, hinted ptsd, couch sex is complicated, oral sex (female and male receiving), unsafe sex (because I was to lazy to work in a condom - let’s asume she is on the pill but wear them always!)

Word Count: 5900ish (whooops)

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

MASTERLIST

You let yourself fall down onto the bed and you hid your face in your hands as you finally felt it. Your entire body started shaking, as the image of the frightened girl running through the valley played over and over in your mind.

You kept thinking you could have gotten to her, had you not stopped in the clearing, to search for the sniper like Dean had taught you to do. Had you not stopped for those few brief moments, maybe you would have been able to get her to safety before the shot rang through the air, and she fell face first to the ground; dead.

You heard the scream, but you hadn’t realized it had been your own until you were halfway into the clearing, doing the exact opposite of what Dean had ordered you to do. You needed to check on her, clinging on to a small strand of hope that she was still alive, even if you knew deep down that she wasn’t. All it had taken the past two times had been a single shot to the back of the neck, and it had been all it had taken this time.

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When I Wake [ch.1]

Genre: Angst / Fluff 

Summary: The day you were proposed to by Kim Taehyung was absolutely unforgettable, but not in a magical, fairy tale type of way. Instead of ending the night with celebratory congratulations, you and Taehyung find yourselves in a car accident that leaves you in a coma. When you wake three years later, you receives news that Taehyung passed away as a result of his injuries. 

After getting over the initial shock of Taehyung’s death, you peacefully carry on with your life, until one day you hear word that Taehyung might not be dead after all. 

You try to find Taehyung to pick up your relationship where it left off, so everything could go back to the way it was. Only life’s not that simple. While trying to rekindle your love with the supposedly dead Taehyung, you have to deal with your arranged fiance and your newly acquainted (and dangerously hot) friend Park Jimin. 

Your life becomes a whole lot more interesting when you wake. 

Word count: ~2.3k 

Written by: Admin Jifairy

A/N: So this is my first time writing a kpop ff, and it’s my first time writing a reader insert, AND it’s my first time writing angst so please bear with me~ (it’ll get interesting soon I promise) Also jimin & yoongi are tagged in addition to tae bc they will be part of the story later on!


Taehyung placed his lips on yours; it was the only warmth you’d felt in this winter wonderland. As he pulled away, you could feel every cell in your body yearn for his embrace but reluctantly settled for his hand in yours.

You stood in the middle of the icy Bow Bridge in Central Park. It was where you two first met, three years ago.

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anonymous asked:

"I need you, though." Chlonette or Maribee? If you can! Love your fics btw they just keep getting better!

Ok… I had an idea… and I ran with it… and… yeah…. that escalated quickly.

most of this will be under a read more because its about 3k words long… 

(Also some mention of unrequited Chloe/Adrien and Adrienette) Hope you like it.


“You’re probably wondering what I am doing here.” 

“Yeah!” Marinette said, clutching her covers to her chest as she tried to process the sight of the super heroine sitting cross legged on the edge of her bed. “How did you even-” 

“I came in through your skylight,” Queen bee said cutting off the question with a wave of her hand, “Chat mentioned a while back that you usually keep it unlocked and I needed to talk to you.” 

“I am going to kill that stupid cat,” she muttered under her breath. 

“What?” 

“Nothing,” Marinette said quickly. “So, what are you doing here?”  

“Well you see, the thing is… wait are you naked under there?” Bee gasped, her eyes going wide and her face flushing an obvious red even in the semi-darkness.

“No! Why would you say that?!” Marinette shot back, her own face coloring. 

“Well you are doing the whole, blanket clutchy thing!” 

“Because a stranger has shown up out of nowhere in my bedroom in the middle of the night and I am in my pajamas!” 

“But I’m not a stranger I am a superhero. And I know that Chat visits you.”

“He doesn’t come in when I am sleeping!” 

“Oh. I guess you have a point there,” Bee said looking thoughtful. “Anyways I need your help.” 

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#52 [Finn Balor]

Requested, #52. “Shh, I promise its all gonna be alright now. I promise.“ (Prompt from here). Requested by @nickysmum1909

Author Note: Pure fluff.

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“Hey, gorgeous.”

Your eyes closed, as a breath slipped past your lips. Hearing your husband’s voice over the phone, calling you by his favorite nickname for you…it was a bittersweet moment, honestly.

“Hey,” you replied, trying to keep a strong tone, your eyes closed. “What are you up to?”

“Just getting to the arena,” Finn answered. “You OK?”

“Stressed,” you admitted, knowing it wasn’t worth it to pretend you were anything but. Finn would be able to tell the second you tried lying, and honestly, you just didn’t have the energy to even attempt a façade.

“What’s goin’ on?”

“…shit day. Shit few days, honestly.”

“Tell me about it.”

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Some Highlights from “The Music of Rogue One” Panel at SWCO17 (aka the panel that blew my mind)

So since I can’t find any filmed version of the “Music of Rogue One” panel with David W. Collins I’ll post some of the highlights here. I’m a music theory nerd myself but I was surrounded by people who have never paid attention to music analysis and were still moved to tears so I encourage everyone to check this out (and watch the panel please if it’s ever made available.)

  • the Panel began with Collins discussing the legacy of John Williams and the Star Wars main theme specifically. He discussed how it was originally meant to be Luke Skywalker’s theme, and how that interpretation can still hold true considering Star Wars is the Skywalker Saga
  • The coolest thing pointed out re the main theme is that it’s musical construction mirrors the structure of the Hero’s Journey, the monomyth structure that all of Star Wars revolves around. It rises suddenly with the call to adventure, then builds with the journey, drops during the abyss, is reborn with another musical rise, then returns to the beginning. Collins emphasized that Williams is without a doubt a musical genius and that Michael Giacchino had a big challenge in making a score that lived up to William’s legacy while standing on it’s own. This was a challenge he more than met, as this panel made clear.
  • Now moving on to Rogue One, Collin’s discussed the title theme “Hope.” This theme is clearly heard over the title of the film, during Jyn’s big speech to the Rebellion, and throughout the film.
  • Collins pointed out that, like the main Star Wars theme, “Hope” echos the structure of the film itself. There are heroic major key moments in the theme, but it ends in a melancholy way that almost sounds unfinished. It represents the sacrifice at the center of the film. This is a story of incredible heroism that merely paves the way for others to finish the journey. 
  • Collins moved on to discuss the musical themes for each character in Rogue One, with a lot of focus on Jyn’s theme. Jyn’s theme is the most frequently heard piece along with “Hope” in the film. In fact, we hear it three times in the film’s prologue alone.
  • The fascinating thing Collins pointed out is Giacchino’s use of Dies Irae throughout the score. Dies Irae, or Day of Wrath, is the medieval hym describing the end of the world. It is sung during funeral masses and musically is quoted widely to represent death
  • EVERY CHARACTER THEME IN ROGUE ONE IS STRUCTURED AROUND DIES IRAE. Jyn, Chirrut, Baze, even Krennic, ALL OF THEM
  • Giacchino was signaling from the beginning that this is a story about death. He wrote the sacrifice of these characters right into their themes.
  • A notable use of Dies Irae beyond character themes is it’s repetition as Cassian and Jyn begin to climb the tower in the archive during the climax. The first two notes of Dies Irae are repeated as they do so. When Krennic walks down the hallway with his Death Troopers, all three notes play (death literally chasing them). And when Jyn almost drops, than catches the data tapes, Dies Irae is replaced by “Hope”
  • Jyn’s theme in particular is a melancholy theme centered on Dies Irae, but with a lovely, lullaby like feeling. It tells you from the beginning that Jyn’s is a story of hope and inspiration but also death and sacrifice.
  • An interesting use of Jyn’s theme and “Hope” together is during Jyn’s speech to the Rebellion. First we here “Hope” swell as Jyn speaks to the Rebels. Then when her speech is shot down, the theme drops, replaced by Jyn’s theme. This represents that it is Jyn herself who inspires the sacrifice that will eventually bring on the Hope. Jyn is the hope.
  • Another mind blowing moment was a musical parallel that Collins pointed out with the character of Bodhi Rook. In the scene where he recalls his mission, repeating “I’m the pilot, I brought the message,” listen for the flutes. That exact same flute theme plays in A New Hope when Luke discovers Leia’s message hidden in R2. By doing this,  Giacchino is directly mapping the journey of “the message.” Bodhi receives the message of the Death Star and how it can be destroyed from Galen, he brings it to Jyn, who with Rogue One, transmit the message, which ends up in the hands of Leia, then to R2, then to Luke, who must return it to the Rebellion. Those flutes represent the origin of the message with Bodhi through to A New Hope.
  • This panel was full of mind blowing moments, but the most mind blowing moment by far was another musical connection to A New Hope. After we had become very familiar with Jyn’s theme over the course of the panel, Collin’s played a scene from A New Hope for us. It was the moment when Obi-Wan asks Luke to come with him to Alderaan and Luke resists. When Obi-Wan says he’s getting too old for this sort of thing, Jyn’s theme plays clearly under Luke’s hesitation. In the original context, a hint of Dies Irae was WIlliam’s way of foreshadowing Obi-Wan’s death, but after Giacchino used that musical queue to build Jyn’s theme, it suddenly has deeper meaning. It’s Jyn’s sacrifice calling to Luke, compelling him to be the hope she fought for. And it is connecting Obi-Wan’s eventual sacrifice with that of Jyn and her comrades.  
  • Collins also highlighted how Giacchino’s score for the final moments of the film, from Jyn’s confrontation with Krennic through the arrival of Vader and the death of Jyn and Cassian, is unconventional and incredibly effective. Jyn’s confrontation with Krennic is silent, no music, unexpected for such a key moment. Only when Cassian appears does the music return. And throughout the final sequence, as we witness horrifying destruction, death. the arrival of the Death Star and Vader’s Star Destroyer, the score stays distant, gentle, melancholy. It does not highlight the horror. It steps back and mourns over it, like the eyes of history or the Force itself, honoring the sacrifice. 
  • So yeah Giacchino’s score for Rogue One is brilliant, Williams’ music for Star Wars is brilliant, this panel was brilliant, and I can never get enough of analyzing Star Wars scores.

anonymous asked:

Jug finally revealing how he feels about himself to Betty and Betty showing him her scars and what she does to herself was beyond emotional, Juggie completely bare without his crown and it really made for an intimate moment. It's obviously shown they're growing together as a couple and if it's not too much maybe you could write about them having their first time that night of his birthday, the both of them keeping each other's insecurities in mind.

@bugheadisperfection I was wondering if after Jughead kisses her hands and Betty kisses him and she pulls away he kisses her again, but a little more roughly and passionately and later on they go back to her house and snuggle and fall asleep in each other’s arms? Neck kisses too please!

I combined quite a few prompts for this one! I also saw @lostinafictionaluniverse and @jandjsalmon tag me in something to do with Juggie acknowledging Betty’s crown sweater and realising what that means so I’ve included that in here too. I hope you enjoy, sorry it’s been a while since my last fic!

Warning: starts off a bit angsty and then all the smut at the end.


Betty sucked in a sharp breath as she watched Jughead press his cool lips against her trembling hands. The simple gesture was everything. It was him, despite his every worry and every fear, telling her that her imperfections were alright. It was him telling her that he accepted her for what she was, still felt the same way about her as he did before, despite her flaws. All the oxygen left her lungs as the realisation hit her full force. She looked at his soft features, illuminated by the bright neon light of Pop’s sign, heart clenching at the deepening bruise around his eye and the dark gash on his cheekbone. He was still here, he’d heard it all and he was still here. His eyes glanced up, meeting hers with a gentle uncertainty, down-turned at the corners as he tried to absorb as much of her pain through his touch as he could.

It felt like a magnetic pull, bringing her towards him. It had felt like a subtle shift in her centre of gravity at first, tilting her slightly off balance as she tried to find her bearings once more. An almost nonexistent buzzing just under the surface of her skin, so calming that she hadn’t even realise it was there, that he was the cause. And then he’d kissed her and everything exploded. The buzzing turned into full fledged vibrations, taking over her entire frame until she couldn’t think straight. Then the dust settled and everything was better. Everything was brighter, more focused, in a way she had never imagined before. What she’d felt for Archie, she realised, hadn’t even scratched the surface.

But the brightness had only made the darkness more noticeable in comparison. Not more frequent, not more intense, just an ever-present clouding around her peripherals, threatening to engulf her as it always did - now with far worse consequences, she had thought. She’d almost experienced, first hand, what it would be like to have everything taken away and never wanted that feeling, that suffocating void, to flood her again. Her eyes flicked to his lips, set in a frown and slightly chapped as he let out a deflating sigh. She drifted forward, unable to resist placing a hard, bruising kiss against his mouth, trying to tell him everything she was sorry for, everything she was grateful for - she needed him to know that he could have all of her, as much as he wanted for as long as he would have her. She settled against his shoulder, revelling in the feeling of being encircled in his warm embrace as she played sleepily with the fingers holding hers.

Betty knew they needed to say more - that she needed to say more. She cursed her mother in that moment for every doubt she placed into her head. She knew she trusted Jughead with everything she had, always would. He was a part of her, mind and body. Oh… The realisation sent a jolt though her tired frame, simmering beneath the skin like a thousand tiny flames, lighting her up with an unfamiliar heat that she’d never experienced before. She was ready to giver her all to this boy, she was so sure that it hurt. She took a deep breath, trying to release some of the tightness in her chest, slow her pounding heart, as she lay, stone still, in his embrace.

“Juggie, I’m sorry. I didn’t say it before but I truly am,” she whispered, feeling his head turn to gaze down at her but not moving to meet his eyes, unsure that she’d be able to stomach the open sincerity she knew she’d find there. “You were right… what you said about me trying to prove something. But… it wasn’t for Archie or for anyone,” she swallowed, choking out the words as she closed her eyes against the image of Jughead’s face as he’d spat the accusations at her, fingers closing a little tighter around his hands as they barred her fingernails from piercing the delicate flesh of her palms. A shaky breath flew from her lips as she tried to fight past her every insecurity, give herself up to him completely. “It was for myself, I didn’t believe in me. I… I didn’t believe that I could be anything less that perfect, that I wasn’t allowed. Here I was, finally happy with the way some parts of my life were turning out. I had you,” her voice trembled, pitch rising, thick with tears. She felt his heart thudding erratically beneath her ear. She used every last inch of her power to will him to stay. “And we w-were us, it was supposed to be perfect.” She breathed the word, cringing at her own use of the curse. But that’s what she’d realised - she spent so long resisting the label of perfect that in order to make herself something else it was exactly what she had tried to become. The perfect back alley investigator, the perfect sleuthing journalist, the perfect girlfriend to the boy she felt rebellious for dating. “It was so unexpected, so out of the blue - Betty and Jughead. It felt like everything that wasn’t supposed to happen but I needed it. I was proving to myself that I was good at being everything I wasn’t meant to be. And I used you to do it. But…” This was it, it was coming out and she couldn’t stop it. “I love you, Jughead,” she breathed, tension snapping in her chest like an elastic band. Her whole body felt like it was free falling and it was the most exhilarating sensation, she didn’t want it to end. “And I don’t want us to be together for any other reason than we make each other happy,” she finished, voice hard with the firmest conviction she could muster.

Jughead was tense beneath her. She held her breath as she waited, for what felt like an eternity, for his reply. He slipped his hands from hers, moving them to her shoulders to pull her back and force her eyes, swimming with unshed tears, to his. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, cheeks flaming, as she waited for his inevitable rejection. But at least she’d said it now, she wouldn’t regret it. He took a breath, closing his eyes for the briefest of moments. When he opened them again their blue was so deep she felt like she was drowning.

“Betty… Betts, I didn’t mean what I said to you, those things in Archie’s garage. I-I know I told you I was scared of getting hurt, for being who I am. I didn’t tell you that I was scared of who I am. I was trying to pass a shitty hand off as a full house and I thought I was getting away with it. I kissed you and you smiled. We were investigating Jason’s murder and writing for The Blue and Gold and it was enough to silence every tiny voice in the back of my head telling me that it was all one big shitty joke, that I couldn’t have this. Everyone gets left behind, everyone leaves. I was scared that I would be the one to leave you, it’s practically in my genetics,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need the burden that I could place on your shoulders, so if I could make you leave me it wouldn’t be as bad.” He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, force leaving stark white lines on his already pallid skin, disappearing as fast as they appeared.

Betty didn’t know when the tears had begun to fall. She reached up with shaking hand, thumbs skimming his cheeks, to card her fingers through his dark waves, finally free from behind his armour. His eyes slid shut once more, sighing in foreign contentment as she eased the ache building up in his skull. He startled as he felt soft lips press against one eyelid and then the other, corners of his lips tilting up in mild amusement. Her voice brought him back to the present.

“You said it yourself, Jug. We are not our parents,” she whispered, the soft spoken words glinting with a sharper edge. “You should believe in yourself as much as I believe in you,” she said, smile creeping into her voice as she thought of all the times he pulled her back from the edge. She pressed a hand against his chest, as if she was checking he was really there. He huffed out a laugh through his nose, eyes settling on her fingertips, following the line of her arm. His eyes came to rest on the bright yellow crown emblazoned on her chest. His smile widened as he reached out a tentative finger to run across the fabric.

“I never told you how much I liked this,” he mumbled, looking at her sweater with mirth in his eyes. He like this side of Betty, her playful side. It was all too frequently hidden away. He looked at his signature, prominently displayed across her front, the realisation knocking him back. She’d put it there, it was her choice. His head spun with its every connotation, he couldn’t help but feel the swell in his chest at the idea of other people looking at it and just knowing.

“I’m yours, Juggie,” she murmured, looking up at him bashfully from beneath thick eyelashes, crystal tear drops still clinging to a stray few. Her thudding heart suddenly made him aware of the positioning of his palm, pressed against her breasts, covering the crown with slightly curled fingers. A scarlet blush bloomed across his cheeks, mouth going dry as he attempted to pull his hand away. She was quicker, placing her own palm over the back of his hand, pushing firmly, keeping him against her. The green of her eyes deepened as she leaned forwards once more, capturing his lips, chests pressed close together, joint hands wedged in between.

Betty gasped against his lips as one kiss turned into two, three, four, Jughead lifting his free hand to the back of her neck, fingers slipping slightly into the tight hair of her ponytail to scratch against her scalp. Her open lips allowed him to swipe his tongue along the inside of her lower lips, eliciting delicate whimpers that he swallowed down like the sweet milkshake abandoned on the table before them. Her hand grasped at his denim-clad bicep, willing him ever closer to her every inch, their proximity never enough to quench the flames of desire that burned in the pit of her stomach. He groaned, the sound erupting from the depths of his chest, as she sucked gently on the tip of his tongue inside her mouth, tasting the remnants of the chocolate ice cream that still lingered there. He pulled away, mind dizzy, to rest his forehead against hers, breath coming in heaving gasps. The sound of the bell above Pop’s door alerted him to their surroundings, the diner all but a faded memory until then, fresh heat coming up to join his already flushed cheeks.

“We should probably…” he breathed, unsure of what he was suggesting to her. He felt Betty nod instantly against him, breath just as ragged as his own.

“We should,” she replied, not knowing what she was agreeing to but agreeing none the less. It didn’t matter, she just knew that she wanted to. She took his hand, pulling him from the booth and not letting go as they began the walk home.

He stood before the Cooper residence, unsure of what was going to happen next but still entirely unwilling to drop her hand. He could feel the tiny, rough edges of her fresh crescent scars rubbing against the smooth skin of his palm, spurring him to grip all the more tightly. They stood before each other, easy silence settling over them, their faces a reflection of timid smiles. Neither made to move, to break the trance that had seemingly swept them up on the sidewalk.

“Do you…” Betty began, pressing her lips shut as he raised an eyebrow at her in question, waiting for her to find the words to continue. “Would you come inside?” she asked eventually, words laden with hints of promise. A fine sweat broke out over Jughead’s entire body, cooling quickly in the frosty night air and making him shiver. Anticipation and nerves fought for dominance as she stared at him with wide, probing eyes. He swallowed, focusing on the way her hand felt in his.

“I want to,” he began, nodding his head in the barest of movements. “I do want to. Betty…” She silenced his concerns with a teasing kiss, lacing it with every intention she had, that she hoped to give him. He pulled back with a chuckle. As much as he’d like to just lose himself in Betty Cooper he’d made a promise with himself to talk, to use his words with her from now until forever. “I want everything with you, Betty. I just need to know that you’re sure, that it’s not just because of everything that happened tonight. Because we’re both scared…” he trailed off, brow furrowed. His fingers twitched by his side, aching to touch every inch of her, to know every part of her inside and out. She smiled easily, caressing his cheek with the lightest of touches.

“It is because of everything that happened tonight. But only because that has made me realise that this? This is everything I’m ever going to want. That we know each other completely. I want to feel it, Jughead. I’ve never been more sure.” He studied her eyes, nothing but clear, and nodded, firmer this time.

“Me too.”

An entirely new feeling coiled like a spring low in Jughead’s stomach as she led him up the stairs, walking him into her room with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, half hiding her pretty smile. He cupped her face, coaxing the plump flesh back out so he could capture it with his own in a series of light, tender kisses. Betty left out a soft moan as his hands travelled down the slope of her neck, tilting her head to give him more access as his mouth followed, planting butterfly kisses along the almost translucent skin, breathing in deeply as he became drunk on the warm scent of strawberries that rose from her being. Her fingers clutched at his hips, spurring him to seal his mouth over her pulse point and suck gently. He smiled against her neck as he felt her pulse flutter, breath leaving her lips in a shaky gasp.

Betty walked them backwards, pushing his jacket off his shoulders and letting it fall discarded in a heap to the floor, until her legs hit the edge of the mattress. She broke away from him to crawl to the centre of her bed, sitting back on her knees and beckoning him towards her with soft eyes. He slipped off his boots and slid next to her, not sure of his next move, whether he wanted to do everything or nothing at all. His fingers flexed around empty air, catching her eye as she moved to a stroke a soothing hand through his hair once more. They were both damaged, both fractured, building up so many layers of protection around their hearts that is seemed impossible to break through. But here, in this moment, Jughead could feel the constant glow that poured from ever fibre of Betty’s being melt away the cold, hard wax of his facade. She pushed him back with steady hands until his head was resting against her pillow, her sheets wrapping him in the comforting scent he had grown to love. She draped herself along his side, following his descent until she could rest her lips over his, drawing out long, languid kisses as a more confident hand came up to push her hips harder against his own. A low growl that surprised even himself left his lips as her thigh brushed intoxicatingly against the slowly forming bulge in his pants.

Betty sat back, now straddling one of his thighs, chest heaving deliciously in front of Jughead’s face for just a moment as his tongue came out to wet his lips subconsciously. She ran the pads of her fingers down his clothed chest, eliciting a shiver that ran straight down his slightly bowed spine. She regarded the layers covering the boy below her. She knew how heavily he relied on swathing himself in a thick fabric of armour, never letting anyone get close to his surface without pulling away, shutting down. She needed him to know that it was okay to bare themselves completely before one another, happy to take the first step if it would tip them over the threshold. Steeling her nerves, teetering on the edge of excitement, she dropped her hands to the hem of her shirt, ready to pull it and the sweater off in one fluid movement. His firm gaze on her every movement incited a confidence in her, flinging the bundle of fabric in her hands onto the floor to join his jacket. High on exhilaration her hands went to the clasp at the middle of her back.

Jughead leaned up, hands gripping her wrists as he halted her actions. Her chest deflated, eyes looking everywhere but into his as she crossed her arms protectively over her front. His eyes widened at her distress, peppering kisses over her cheeks, neck, shoulders, anywhere his mouth could reach as he tried to reassure her.

“I just wanted to say, before anything else happens, I need you to know that what you said earlier… I do too. I lo-” She cut him off with a hard kiss.

“I don’t need you to say it right now, Jug. If you feel like you have to because…” she trailed off, gesturing between them. His expression remained determined as he placed both of his hands on her shoulders.

“I love you, Betty Cooper. Every inch, every flaw. Whether we’re in a booth at Pop’s or… in your bed,” he laughed, innocent embarrassment colouring his cheeks as she giggled prettily from her place in his lap, utterly dishevelled and the picture of everything but innocence. “I know, for sure, that I love you,” he finished as happy tears trembled along her waterline, fingers caressing his cheeks. He turned his head, picking up her wrist and placing a feather-light kiss against the veins near the surface. He continued his actions, pressing further kisses to each and every one of the scars that had found home on her palms, promising her, and himself, through his lips that he would do everything in his power to get her through this. His hands slipped down her arms, coming to rest at the opening of her bra. His eyes met hers, shy but sure. She nodded, taking a breath as she felt his fingers fumbling with the foreign object a few times until eventually the elastic slackened, straps falling down her arms and bringing the lace cups tumbling to their laps.

Jughead held her gaze for a while longer as new parts of Betty’s body were revealed in his peripheries. Dropping his eyes he finally took in her bare chest, at a loss for a moment as to what to do with the perfection that was presented before him. He’d never understood the fascination his male classmates seemed to have with female breasts, but watching Betty’s shift slightly with each anticipatory breath she took, bare from the waist up, sitting in his lap… he wished he could capture the image forever. His hand moved up, skimming the smooth skin of her waist with backs of his fingers, to pull the band out of her hair, letting it fall in loose waves over her shoulders. It framed her face, shining silver in the dim moonlight that crept through her curtains, transforming her into the picture of ethereal. Jughead smoothed down some of the silken strands, smiling as she leaned her head into his touch slightly. This was his Betty, without the intruding barrier of perfection, free from the cloying restraint of expectation. She was simply here, looking like something altogether new, yet intensely familiar. She was home. His hand drifted lower, cupping the firm mound of her breast, delighting in the sounds of her pleasurable moans that filled his ears while he squeezed softly, testing the new waters. He did it again, wanting nothing more than to keep those sounds a permanent fixture in his head, hips jerking upwards as a well-positioned swipe of his thumb across her hardened nipple had her body circling against his lap.

Jughead took a steadying breath, trying to calm the overstimulating sensitivity of his skin at her every movement, knowing that he wanted this experience to last for as long as he was capable. He leaned towards her, focusing all of his attention on Betty in an attempt to steady himself, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along her sternum as she cupped the back of her head, forcing him closer towards her until he was gasping for air. He wanted to reach more, to uncovered everything. With a firm hand on her back he twisted them, both giggling at the uncoordinated fumblings of inexperience while limbs tangled ungracefully, until she was laid out before him, golden halo splayed around her on the white sheets. Trembling fingers trailed down her stomach, muscles clenching as he made his way closer to the waistband of her jeans. Betty licked her lips, glossing them with moisture, highlighting their already swollen appearance, as she raised her hips in silent permission. Every motion was slow, popping the button, pulling down the zipper, the first glance of the periwinkle blue of her underwear… Jughead shook his head, trying not to get lost in the thoughts of what hid beneath. Sensing his hesitation Betty took control, pulling the denim over her hips, shimming them down her legs until she could kick them off her ankles. The room felt overwhelmingly hot as Jughead took in the sight before him, a sight that only he was allowed to see. Miles of smooth, tanned skin. Sheer panties settled neatly against her hips. Her legs fell open slightly under his gaze, inviting him to move closer.

He couldn’t bring himself to cover up the view with his own body to kiss her lips, choosing instead to drop sweet kisses over her neck, her breasts, her stomach. The bottom edge of his lower lip caught on the waistband of her panties as he dipped even lower, pressing one last kiss above her heated flesh. Her thighs rubbed together beneath him, fingers grasping at the sheets as she waited for his next move. He was aware that she was almost fully naked beneath his clothed body, needing to make this moment about her more than himself, needing to feel her come undone. Betty knew, out of the two of them, he was feeling more vulnerable in this position than her, in this moment. He sat back, hands resting either side of her waist. She picked one up, fingers cool against his feverish skin, bringing it to rest against her core tentatively. His fingers twitched as they met damp fabric, Betty’s thighs widening slightly at the sensation, breathy whine leaving her throat. Jughead’s head snapped up at the noise, focusing intently on the way her eyelids fluttered closed and she repeated the sinful sound once more as he pressed his fingers more firmly against her centre. Her entire frame shook as he circled his fingers over the bundle of nerves at her core, another rush of wetness against his hand sending sparks throughout his body, making him even more aware of the desperately growing pressure straining against his zipper. Something snapped inside of him, surging up to press his lips against hers, deep groan rising from his chest as he sent every emotion inside of him into her, tongue delving into her mouth as his fingertips left bruising impressions in her skin, clinging to her body for dear life.

The dam was broken, there was no turning back. His hips thrust into hers wildly, gasping into her mouth, stealing air from her lungs to breath, as he tried to ground himself on this crashing tide. He tugged at his shirt, getting it stuck over his head as they struggled to get the offending item off between their closely connected bodies. His jeans followed, moving back from her embrace for what felt like too long to kick the garment away before falling back into her welcoming arms, now just the thin fabric of her panties and his boxers separating them. Jughead stilled, hot breath fanning over her chest as he brought himself back from the edge. Her hands were against his back, drawing small circles over the flushed skin as she waited for him to come back to her, patient and understanding. She’d made him completely forget himself, made him throw his vulnerabilities to the wind as the only thought he could discern was the need to be connected to her, as close as he could get, before his heart gave out. It was primal, an instinct he’d never known before, to protect her and be protected in return. There was nothing that had ever come close to this feeling - he didn’t think it ever would. He could feel her heat against the front of his underwear, drawing him closer.

“Are you alright, love?” she whispered against the shell of his ear, voice soothing and controlled. His huffed out a laugh, brushing his nose against the dip in her collarbone, following it with a lingering kiss. It was incredible, she was incredible. She could make him forget and find himself all in one moment, emerging a new, better version of himself, deep blue cracks filling up with her golden glow. He moved to rest his forehead against hers.

“Yeah… yes,” he whispered, dropping his lips over hers once more. She fiddled with the elastic at his hips, leg hitching higher to wrap around his thigh, eliciting a shaky exhale from the boy above her. “I love you,” he told her again, just because he could, because the world needed to hear it. She grinned, bright smile illuminating the darkened room for him.

“Good,” she replied, cheeky smirk slipping onto her face as he laughed at her antics. She would always know what he needed. Her eyes lost their teasing as he hooked his fingers around her panties, dragging them slowly down her body. He could finally take her all in now, spread out before him, sneaking a glance at her most sensitive areas before his mind could short-circuit at the overwhelming vision that was Betty Cooper’s naked body. His hands moved to his own underwear, removing them while still high on the view she presented. They were equals now, he felt it. All barriers torn down, all secrets uttered. He finally felt at one with another person, ready to meet her at every step of the way. Her eyes crept over his exposed body - that’s what he was now, fully exposed, and he wasn’t afraid. Her hand rest on his hip, fingers drifting over the clenching muscles of his abdomen as they moved to trail down the dark hair below his navel. He captured both her hands in his, unsure if he could stand any more of her delicate touches, bringing them to his lips to place an all too familiar kiss against her knuckles before locking their fingers together above her head. Their bodies aligned perfectly, each curve fitting like pieces of a long lost puzzle. Jughead suddenly started, cheeks darkening.

“I, uh… I don’t have protection,” he stuttered out, still an inexperienced teenage boy despite his newfound freedom. She hushed his worries, wrapping her legs around his hips.

“It’s okay. Mom put me on birth control the second she found out about us, after Polly…” she trailed off, squirming as she remembered the conversation. Jughead’s blush travelled to the tips of his ears as he thought about Alice Cooper discussing their, until now non-existent, sex life. He went to protest further but she cut him off with a roll of her hips. “And I’ll go to the pharmacy in the morning, don’t worry. I don’t want this to stop,” she added, pupils blown wide with desire, conscious of every sensation that was coursing through her body. Jughead searched the sincerity in her eyes, blinking up at him with nothing but trust, and he nodded.

“Okay,” he whispered, lining himself up against her entrance, biting his lip at the feeling of her wetness nudging up against his tip. He took a deep breath, calming himself down before tilting his hips forwards just an inch. Her body tensed beneath him and he stilled, eyes glued to her features, taking in her pinched brow and pursed lips. “Do you need me to stop?” he managed to get out, every muscle in his body tight. She shook her head instantly, angling her hips up to find a more comfortable position.

“No, just go slow,” she reassured, pulling him in to kiss her in distraction as her walls stretched around him. His hips finally pressed flush with hers, nothing but the sound of heavy breathing surrounding them as he waited for her direction. “You can move now,” she murmured a while later, shifting her hips experimentally.

He knew nothing would compare to the feeling of being inside her as he pulled his hips back before pushing in again, starting off slowly before he couldn’t take it any longer, skin slapping against skin in a newfound frenzy. She was gasping and trembling beneath him, fingernails digging into his biceps as he picked up his pace, still messy and uneven. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, trying with everything he could muster to stave off the inevitable as she clenched deliciously around him. A fine sheen of sweat was coating the both of them and Jughead dipped his head to lick a few rogue drops from between the valley of her breasts, eliciting even more despicable sounds from the beauty that had taken him into her body, her heart.

He didn’t want to reach the end without her, slowing his thrusts as best he could so he could bring her to the edge, trailing a hand between them to rub small quick circles over her clit with his thumb. It was slippery and he was uncoordinated, hands shaking with the effort to hold himself back, but he needed to give her everything she deserved. He found a rhythm eventually, pride blossoming in his chest as he felt her respond to his every touch, bottom lip tucked between her teeth, head thrown back, thighs quivering, soft whimpers drifting through the thick air.

His hand was cramping, his forearms weak, but he was determined to get her there before he finished. Her bruised lips dropped open and her back bowed in a perfect arch, breath stopping altogether as her pleasure crested, reaching the peak before exploding behind her closed eyelids in waves that consumed her. He couldn’t hold off any longer, planting both hands by her head as he fell over the precipice with her, keeping his eyes open, afraid to miss a single second of the expressions dancing across her features.

He collapsed on top of her, too tired to hold himself up anymore after the nights events. How far they’d come, he thought with an internal laugh, enjoying the feeling of her arms encircling his body, her heart thumping against his ear. He didn’t realise he was crying until small fingers were wiping beneath his eyes.

“Shh, it’s alright, Juggie. I’ve got you,” she soothed, pressing tiny kisses to the top of his head as he tried to catch his breath. She tucked him close once he finally found the energy to lift himself off her, resting her chin on top of his head as their legs tangled together beneath the sweat-dampened sheets.

Nothing was perfect, it was never going to be. But as she held him tightly against her warm body, humming soft melodies into his ear as they drifted into slumber, he couldn’t help but think this was pretty damn close.

2

What are you all still doing here??

Just over three years ago, I started this account with not much more than a wish, a dream and a prayer. Sure, I at least had some experience writing the muse— I’d been playing him for about a year over at a panfandom RP forum— but I wasn’t a part of the Tumblr RP scene. I was apprehensive. For nothing, as it turned out. Overwhelmingly people I’ve met here have been kind, generous, extremely talented. If I’ve made any progress in my writing or my understanding of my character (and I certainly hope so) it’s as much thanks to you all as to any efforts of mine. I’ve had to take a few breaks, small and large, but every time it’s the people that have brought me back. So even if you’re not mentioned explicitly here, consider this a shoutout to every single one of you for making this the glowing experience it has been. Here’s to another great year!

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I WANT YOU

CHARACTER : Rock Star!Seb

AUTHOR : loricameback / loriwrites

GENRE : Pining, smut, not really fluff, not really angst. Seb’s a hot singer, just go with that!!

RATING : NSFW

SUMMARY : YOU’RE ON A DATE AND YOU KNOW THE SINGER…FAIRLY WELL, IN FACT. THINGS GET A LITTLE COMPLICATED WHEN HE SPOTS YOU IN THE AUDIENCE.

■■FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE WATCHED PURPLE RAIN, THIS STORY IS LOOSELY BASED ON ONE SCENE OF THE MOVIE. IT’S BEEN A YEAR SINCE PRINCE HAS BEEN GONE. RIP BEAUTIFUL ANGEL.■■

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The roar of the Mustang’s engine told me that Jack was here for our date. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I stood up straight as I smoothed down the black dress with my hands and said confidently, “This is a good idea, Ally. You’re not doing anything wrong.” I picked up my gold hoops, clasping them through my earlobes as I walked to the door. If guys can date two girls at a time, I can date two guys. Seb never wanted to be exclusive anyway.

Sebastian. Singer of The Scarlett Falcon, only the most popular band in town. And the man is sex on legs. His brown hair, so soft, lays right on his shoulders, and his eyes, his blue eyes…just full of mischief when he sings to you. But I think the best thing I like about him is his lips. Those red, full, always smirking lips. And must he ALWAYS lick them? Seriously is it really that hot on stage? Of course the man has an awesome physique : he fills his jeans perfectly in every way possible, and his biceps…damn…

“Ally, hello?” Jack was knocking the second…third time? Squeezing my eyes shut I called out, “Coming Jack!” Damnit Ally. You can’t sit around pining for Seb. God knows he isn’t for you.

One more look in the mirror by the door, and another reminder that dating two guys is acceptable, I opened the door and saw Jack. Jack Jacobs, six foot one, blond hair, brown eyes, and the sweetest guy I’d ever met. In his black pants and light blue shirt he looked as handsome as ever. Leaning forward to kiss my cheek, he said, “Hey Ally, I thought you jumped ship!” “Nah. I never pass up free food.” I giggled and rolled my eyes as he put his hand on the small of my back and led me to his car.

***

Jack pulled into the parking lot of Sam’s Bar and frowned as he turned off the engine. “I know you want to keep things casual right now Ally, but a *bar?*

With a small smile I said, “It’s a restaurant too.” Jack narrowed his eyes as he sighed in defeat. He helped me out of the car and put his arm around my waist. “You win. You always win little one.”

The smile froze on my face. Sebastian calls me little one. I swallowed hard, then became upset. So what? He probably calls all of his women ‘little one.’ Pffft, probably can’t remember our names.

“Do I go first? I’m a gentleman Ally. After you.” I blinked and focused my attention on Jack who was motioning his hand by the open door.

Smiling awkwardly, I looked down and back up at him. “Sorry Jack. Of course.” Again with his hand on the small of my back he followed me in. I silently cursed myself. ‘Damnit Ally!! Get a grip! You’re with Jack. Quit thinking about…well, just quit!’

I didn’t want to tell Jack, but the reason I like it here so much is because of the bartender Mackie. We went to college together and became good friends by being in the same study group for American History. Speaking of..

“Jack! Come over to the bar. I want you to meet someone before we get a table!!’ My face broke out into a huge smile as I grabbed Jack’s hand and literally pulled him. Mackie caught sight of me.

“ALLY GIRL!!” He ran to the end of the bar and headed towards me with open arms. Jack let go of me and backed up with a look of horror on his face.

Mackie scooped me up and spun me around. “MAAAACKIEEEE!!” My head fell back and I almost choked trying to catch my breath. He carefully put me down and I grabbed his arm to steady myself. “Easy on the Mack attacks damnit. We’re not in college anymore.”

Mackie wide charming smile broke out when he nudged me, “We ain’t dead yet either baby.” He looked over my head and he quickly turned apologetic. “Oh hey, sorry man, she’s still in one piece.”

I turned to see my annoyed date. Can’t say that I blame him. I reached out to grab his arm. “Jack! I’m sorry! This…obviously…is my friend Mackie. Harmless…to strangers anyway!”

Jack offered his hand. “Mackie.”

Mackie returned the handshake with a smile. “Don’t listen to her Jack. It’s nice to meet you. Let me get you two a drink.”

As he went back behind the bar, I quietly said, “I’m sorry Jack. I didn’t know he was gonna do that.”

“It’s ok Ally, really. Why don’t you go find somewhere to sit and I’ll bring our drinks.” He kissed me gently on the lips, nodded and walked to the bar.

“Did you even notice on the sign that there was gonna be a band tonight?” I asked after my second beer. The room was crowded, it was getting harder and harder to make conversation. We were sitting stage right and had a great view of whoever would be playing. I moved side to side in my chair unable to see the drumset as it looked like something was covering half of the bass drum. “Jack! Can you see the name of the band?”

He entwined his fingers with mine and smiled before he leaned to look. Squinting hard it took him a few seconds, then he said, “It looks like the top word is Scar and the bottom word starts with…” Jack looked again and said “F-A-L?”

My hand went limp in his and a chill went through me. No. It can’t be. Here? Tonight? I nodded, hoping my poker face was indeed a poker face. Leaning in to speak over the crowd, “Excuse me. I have to use the restroom.” Jack nodded as I got up.

My face was burning. Was he here? In the crowd? I couldn’t even look up. I didn’t want to. The restroom stalls were taken, but it really didn’t matter. I just needed to get away. Need to breathe.

What is wrong with me? I’m going nuts over a guy I’ve been out with only a few times. Why do I care so much? Down past the sinks was a paper towel dispenser. I groaned as I walked to take a few and turned on the spigot for cold water. Patting my face with the damp towels, I slouched backwards onto the sink. ‘You’re being a moron. Jack is gorgeous and sweet. And he likes you!’ I swung around, satisfied with my reasoning, and after checking my hair and makeup in the mirror, went back to the table.

Jack stood up when I came back. “Your mom taught you how to treat a girl, didn’t she Jack?” I gave him a broad smile as I sat down.

He blushed and rubbed his chin, adorably embarrassed. “Well, not really. It’s common sense I believe that women should be adored, treated with respect, ya know. But still, my mother would kick my butt if I ever acted like a caveman.” His smile made his brown eyes shine.

“Remind me to hug your mom if I ever meet her.” I smiled shyly as he picked up my hand and kissed my knuckles.

“YOU GUYS READY TO ROCK?!!” Sebastian’s voice boomed through the amplifiers drowning out the crowd. Everyone’s attention went to the stage and they started cheering. Holy…shit!! Sebastian looked amazing! Tight black jeans with holes in the knees, a tee shirt that said something with rock n roll on it. I couldn’t see the entire thing because of the black leather jacket. Was he this good looking before? It has the leather jacket. My lord, that jacket just oozes sex.

Nothing else had changed. Of course it’s only been 3 months since I’ve seen him. Ninety days. One hundred twenty nine thousand and six hundred minutes. Jesus Ally. I facepalmed on the table. Nope. I don’t give a flyin fuck about him do I? Yeah, you keep telling yourself that stupid, you MIGHT believe it someday!

“ALLY!!” Jack leaned over and shook my arm, and I looked up out of sorts but smiling awkwardly.

“YO!” Holy Christ Ally, did you just say ‘yo?’

Jack flared his nostrils as he moved his head back with a comical look on his face. Holding up his beer bottle, he mouthed, “Another?”

I nodded. Another six pack? Another case? Sure. Please. NOW!! I watched him go thinking ‘why did I think I could date two guys at one time?’ ‘Am I still even dating Sebastian?’ ‘Jack and I should just get outta here.’ But I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed. My eyes wandered to Sebastian. Grabbing that microphone stand and almost rubbing it against his crotch. I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes. Where.is.my.beer???!!!

And then I opened my eyes to look directly into those blue ones. He never faltered singing, but his usual devious, teasing eyes turned soft. Fuck…me! I was done. He drew me in.

“Here ya go.” The bottle was placed in front of me and I stared it like I had no idea what it was. Looking up at Jack as he sat down, I was glad he didn’t notice. He took my hand and squeezed it. “THIS BAND IS REALLY GOOD!” Tapping his other hand to the beat, he turned around to watch and I noticed Sebastian wasn’t looking anymore. Well, that was good…for at least a few seconds.

“THIS NEXT SONG IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES. AND IT’S NOT AN ORIGINAL OF OURS.” There were chuckles from the audience, and I bit my lip to try to hold back a smile. IT’S A COVER SONG FROM PRINCE CALLED “I WANT YOU.” AND I’D LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS SONG TO A GIRL…A SPECIAL GIRL CLOSE TO MY HEART.“ I furrowed my brows. Is he seriously looking at me? No smirk…just a sincere, heartfelt look? OK Ally, wishful thinking.

As soon as the song started I felt like I was in the fuckin movie of all things. Of course Prince was way more passionate about Apollonia then Seb with me, but I was getting goosebumps nonetheless. Seb sang to the audience, his face was so full of anger. “DO YOU WANT HIM?!!”

“OR DO YOU WANT ME?!!”

My eyes were wet, I was shivering from the blaze in his eyes when he glared at me…

“CAUSE I WANT YOU!!!” Yep, he pointed right at me, sneering. “I WANT YOU!!!” I couldn’t take it. I got up and tried my best to get to the door as fast as I could between the tables and people, and pretty unsteady at that after three beers.

“ALLY! WAIT!! ALLYYYY!!!” I had made it outside and it was as if it was the first time I could actually breathe since I saw Sebastian’s face. I wanted to throw up but I wouldn’t give Sebastian the satisfaction of seeing that. He grabbed my arm.

“LET ME…” It was Jack. I was ashamed to admit that I was disappointed. But of course Sebastian wouldn’t come out here. Pffft, that song was probably a joke. Yeah, make me choose you and then turn around and laugh in my face, just so he could see me dump a guy for his sorry ass.

“AAAAHHHHHH!!!” I let out a scream, leaned against the wall and cried in my hands.

“Ally, what is it? Please, what can I do?” Jack pulled my hands down and swiped the tears from my face.

I shook my head and smiled softly. “Nothing Jack. I’m sorry. Can you just get Mackie for me please.” I cupped Jack’s face. “This has nothing to do with you.” Liar. “I just…

“Ally.” Jack took me in his arms. “It’s ok. Do you want me to stay? Or I could call you tomorrow?”

I pulled out of his arms and looked at him quizzically. “You want to leave?”

Jack was very kind and softhearted when he looked at me. “Ally, I saw what happened in there. I’m almost positive that everyone in that bar knows that song was regarding you.” He kissed my cheek. “I’ll get Mackie and you and Mr. Rock Star figure out what you two are doing with your lives, hmm?”

I stood shocked. OK, recap: Sebastian ruins my life with that song, Jack and I aren’t dating anymore, and I suppose I have to face Sebastian now. “Why couldn’t I just let him take me to a restaurant?”

Mackie came strutting out the door. “I don’t know, why couldn’t you?” He shook his head at me and smirked as he put his hand up on the wall leaning beside me. “Girl, you sure know how to make a scene.”

I slid over and hugged him. “Damnit Mack. I hate you.”

“No, you love me because I’m the only guy who puts up with your shit. Now what the hell is going on Al?”

I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bench nearby and took a deep breath. “Did you know Seb and I went out a few times?”

Mackie’s eyes widened. “Uh…noooo.”

“Apparently you weren’t watching him sing the last song. Well anyway…”

The door flung open and Sebastian ran out like a wild animal looking both ways, then saw me. I sighed in frustration, burying my head in my hands. “You want me to stay Al?”

I peered at Mackie. “No. I got this.”

He stood up, sizing Sebastian up as he walked past him and grunted. I shook my head and smiled. Men! Sebastian had taken his jacket off and I inwardly whimpered. Jesus, he’s been working out. Those arms look awesome. “What.” He slowly approached me, no smirk, no attitude, just…concern?

“I don’t really know what to say ri…”

“Are you KIDDING me?! Do you want a microphone and an audience? That would work huh?” I wasn’t holding back. He’s gonna take his anger out on me in there, well…it was my turn.

“Ally, why are you so angry at ME? I’m the one that’s been trying to get over you for months!”

I stood up and approached him. “EXCUSE ME?!! I GAVE YOU MY NUMBER.” Sebastian looked at me like he was about to be attacked by a bear. “We weren’t exclusive, sure, but what are you talking about? I gave you my number and you never called. Anyway, don’t you have enough groupies to go out with?”

His face relaxed and that damn smirk appeared. “Well, you have Mr. Tall, Blonde and Preppy. So why are YOU angry at ME?”

Because I’m crazy about you. Because you didn’t call. Because I wanna fuck you against this wall and I’m trying to hate you. “You know what Seb. It doesn’t really matter. We went out what…twice?” I shrugged. “No biggie. You apparently didn’t think much of me because you never called, so…see ya around.” I pushed past him, but he spun me around and his lips crashed on mine, a low moan coming from deep within his throat. I tried to fight it, but who was I kidding. His tongue slid through my lips, controlling me, leaving me weak.

“Now listen Ally! You and I went to dinner at Charlie’s Bistro, remember?” Our noses were almost touching, his eyes desperate.

I think about it every day jerk. “Vaguely.”

“After dinner, we went to my brother’s house and walked down to the lake where I played guitar and sang to you.” He nodded slowly. My eyes were welling up. It was beautiful. Frickin romantic and beautiful.

My chin trembled. I couldn’t look him in the eyes when I whispered yes.

“I asked for your number in between songs, but my phone was at the house and I wanted to get it then so I wouldn’t forget it later, but you wanted to stay. You said…”

“Keep playin rock star. I’ll remember.” I was in a daze. My shoulders slumped. He was right. He DIDN’T have my number. I slowly looked up and met his gaze. His beautiful blue eyes. Those smiling lips. I cupped his jaw running my thumb over his bottom lip. “Three months wasted.” I pulled him in close by the nape of his neck and kissed him slowly. People walked out of the bar some catcalling, but we didn’t care. We had three months to make up for.

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Daddy's Got This

This will probably be the last Roman fluff piece. Maybe. Don’t quote me 😂😂 Enjoy!

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Roman followed his wife to the front door carrying their six month old baby girl, Haleigh, while their four year old, Koda walked alongside him. Usually when Roman had time off his wife stayed home so they could spend time together but this time she had gotten called into her bakery with a cake emergency.


“Are you sure you don’t want me to take the kids to my mom?”


“Tell your mama we got this, Koda.” Roman looked from the young boy to his wife smiling.


She threw her hands up in surrender before grabbing her car keys from the hook. Roman watched her bend down to hug and kiss Koda then kiss Haleigh’s forehead and cheek. He puckered his lips preparing to get his kiss instead he felt her finger against his lips.


“Before that,” she started, “Make sure you feed Hae seven ounces every three hours and use the A&D ointment every time you change her. Please don’t give her a lollipop like last time, she doesn’t need any sweets.” He chuckled watching his beautiful wife go on and on like this was his first time caring for any of their kids. It was memorizing to him to see how the sun peeking through the small windows by their front door shined upon her caramel skin. “No matter what Koda says he is to take a nap, a real nap longer than thirty minutes. He can have snacks but please don’t over do it,” she stressed eyeing them both, “Make sure he does at least an hour with his leapfrog tablet. No soda, tea or orange juice.”


Roman pulled her to him with his free hand and place a kiss on her forehead. “Aight, babe. We’ve got it,” He laughed lightly, “Go on and handle your business, Daddy’s got this.”


“I’m going, I’m going, Ro. Please don’t mess up my house and no cursing around them. I’ll be home no later than six.”


Roman and the kids stood in the doorway watching her pull out the driveway.


“Okay so how about we go change your sister then we can do whatever you want. Sound good, bud?” Roman grabbed his son’s hand bringing him up the stairs alongside him. Koda was quiet until they got to his sister’s room.


“Aight, princess. Let’s get this off you,” Roman cooed to his babygirl. Haleigh gave her daddy a toothless smile. She had no idea what he was saying all she knew is that he had smiled and used the tone she liked.


Koda climbed into the chair beside the changing table and watched Roman undo his sister’s onesie. “Call of Duty, dad?”


“Pass me the wipes, bud.” Roman could have gotten them himself but he needed to stall. His wife didn’t want Koda paying such violent games at all. She didn’t want him exposed to it but Roman thought otherwise. He figured that violence and explosions were things that every male needed.


Koda did what was asked of him and waited for an answer. “Dad, can we?”

“You know your mama doesn’t want you playin’ games like that,” He sighed applying the ointment to his babygirl.


“I won’t tell. Please, dad, please.”


“I dunno, Koda. You know she knows everything.”


Koda silently watched Roman put a new diaper on Haleigh and redress her. He never got to play fighting and shooting games with his dad, barely got to watch him play. He would always sneak into Roman’s man cave when he played with his uncles but as always his mama caught him, popped him and sent him back to his cartoons in the living room or to his play room.


Even when he stayed up late with his dad, his mama made sure they knew what they could and couldn’t do.


“I thought you said you’re alpha, dad. Mama’s Luna but alpha is in charge.”


Roman couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His son was trying to punk him. And what was worse was it was working. He lifted his babygirl up, kissing her nose before settling her against his chest.


“I am the alpha and I am in charge. But Luna, your mama, gets a say too.” Roman explained tossing the diaper out then beckoned for his young son to follow him.


“But you said what Alpha says goes,” Koda argued as they descended the stairs, “Mama say that to me that too.”

“And that’s true bu-,” Roman started before getting cut off.

“So I can play wif you if you say so, dad.”

“Fuck,” Roman mumbled before he could catch himself. He looked over to Koda taking notice in the smile on his face. “Don’t tell your mama I said that and don’t repeat it.”

“I won’t, dad. You let me play wif you now,” Koda asked giving his best puppy dog face.

A hard sigh passed his lips. “Go on while I get your sister’s blanket.” He couldn’t believe his four year old had punked him.

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“Got his ass,” Roman yelled out making his kids laugh.


“Aahhh Yessir!” Koda added using his father’s adlib.


“You see that, princess?” Roman asked Haleigh, who was smiling and sucking on a blow pop. “Any boys mess with you and I’ll shoot them in the peepee too. Pew, pew!”


“Daddy, look! It’s another one!” Koda bounced around in front of the television holding his controller. He bounced from excitement and from all the sweets he had been allowed to have.


“Don’t worry, bud. Your old man’s got this.”


“Fuck! Get ‘em, dad! Blow his ass back to hell! Get eeeeeeem!”


Roman made his kill despite his uncontrollable laughter. He knew if his wife had heard their son she would whoop both of their asses.


“Who’s the guy? It’s your old man! Ain’t that right, Koda?”


“Hell yeah, dad!”


Roman and Koda both went to high five each other after Roman had gotten the final kill of the match. However, a voice that they hadn’t thought about in hours stopped them.


“Koda Makai Reigns! Get here, now!”


“Fuck,” both males uttered. They both quickly regretted it though.


“You are in so much trouble! You better hope you can taste your dinner after all the soap that’s going in your mouth, Koda!”


She snatched her young son up by his ear pulling him out of the room. Koda called out to his dad for help. “Listen to your mama, bud.” Was all he said.


“Take your little grown behind to your room and do not come out until I come get you. Do you understand, Koda?” Koda dropped his head as he made his way out of the man cave. If he was being honest though, he enjoyed the time he got to spend with his dad.


Roman rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “You’re uh back early.”


“It’s 5:30, Roman.”


To say she was pissed would be an understatement. Her body language read all types of anger. He realized that he would be in the dog house for a long time


“Guess we lost track of time,” He shrugged.


“By all the trash in here, I take it that you let him overdo it with the snacks and let him have soda. Did he even take a nap,” she asked folding her arms across her chest. With each step she made, Roman could feel more and more of the anger radiating off of her.


“We were so caught up in the game, baby. I’m sorry. We fed and kept princess clean though.” He gave her a smile hoping to lessen her anger a bit.


“You found time to feed and change her. But no time to give Koda a real meal or to make him take a nap. Not only that but you’ve got him in here cursing like a fucking sailor, Roman.”


“Swear,” He mumbled getting up off the floor.


“Roman, don’t you dare.”


“You look beautiful, baby. Did I tell you how radiant your melanin is lookin’ today?”


“You’re not getting out of this with your charm. I gave you clear instructions, Roman.”


Taking a chance, he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her into his chest. She resisted a little, giving in once she realized he was not letting go until she did.


“I’m sorry, doll. I won’t let it happen again,” He sighed looking down at her. “I’ll even talk to Koda about the cursing.”


“Mmhmm, go talk to him now. And none of that buddy buddy stuff either. Use your daddy voice.”


“Yes ma'am.”


Once Roman let her go, she moved to get in the floor beside Haleigh. “At least daddy did rig-.” Her eyes narrowed once again. “I told you no lollipops, Roman! Fucking hell!”


Roman smirked and shrugged his shoulder. There was only one thing he could say to her at this point.


“Swear, doll.”


Once she started to scream at him, he jogged or if the room laughing to himself. He did love upsetting her.


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New Etsy Shop

My Pitch

In kinda short (like my height): I’m finally jumping in headfirst (well…after weeks if not months of planning actually) and opening an Etsy shop. I have big dreams and goals for it to allow me to be the person I want to be. I need your help  Creampuffs (or whoever else might read this) to achieve them.

I will donate 20% of my profits to the choice of charity/charities that people vote for on a poll I will run on Twitter towards the end of the month. Whether that amounts to $2 or $200+ each month. Most likely something like the Trevor Project, Planned Parenthood, Empower Her etc.  (@ Mo_Ca_Ol   with an L both on Twitter and Instagram, @ mocaol on Snapchat)

If you want to see more of my art/personal non ‘business’ stuff or just talk:

@ monalovesya on Twitter. @ LearnToDefyGravity on Instagram.


You choose the background color, ink color, size AND type of wood (hah, gross). Please excuse the messy sample paintings, as much as I planned and researched almost every detail, I left them until the last day and I don’t exactly get an ‘Undo’ button on handmade paintings. I promise I will update the listing images when I get some orders/make others for pay, yours will look better than that (hopefully). The more I make, the more practice I get and the better they will be in time. Who knows, it might even be the one I send YOU! Ahh! :D

Prices might go up $5+ at the start of May but I will only promote the low ‘early birsd’ price to the Creampuff/Tumblr/Twitter fam until then.I only ask that in exchange for the lower price, perhaps leave a positive review maybe? Share this/the link maybe? If you have CONSTRUCTIVE criticism (that means more than YOUR ART SUCKS, because I sorta agree but that doesn’t help me make it better, fam) either submit it here on Tumblr or @ me on Twitter.

I will add/change out at least one design every month. Might even put it up to a vote for a theme of the month or something… Maybe put them on a shirt… or phone case…or something. Hmmmmmm.

(Baby steps. Trust me fam, I’ve made PLANS. I’ve lost even MORE SLEEP than usual doing all the calculations and pre-planning for potential avenues of growth. But first thing’s first, right?)

In hella long (like real talk, grab a snack and/or water): This is one of the reasons why I have been less active than usual on Tumblr as of late. I have been working on improving my mental and physical health. Been reading a ton of books, listening to hours worth of business/productivity + positivity/motivational podcasts and researching as much as possible to finally bring you this shop. 

It started as an idea of a way to avoid having to start a GoFundMe page to get myself to FanExpo/Toronto2k17 to meet Creampuffs who I've only gotten to know through Twitter/Tumblr. I got THIIIIS close   -    to starting one but the more I thought about it, the weirder I felt about it. I wanted to be able to GIVE something BACK to people that wanted to donate, I just don’t feel right receiving gifts without doing anything to ‘deserve’ them.

But then… 

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