finally some moment between these two

anonymous asked:

Hey! Can I ask where this " Jeremy Shada said we don't need to worry about lgbt representation, we will be happy" comes from? Is there like a video or a tweet that proves that? Bc I never saw evidence and honestly I am concerned that this is just sb messing with our hopes. Also, isn't it possible that the lgbt representation has nothing to do with lance? Maybe it is sb else. Idk. I hate getting my hopes up ._.

it’s from this post! i doubt the OP is messing with us lol also it’s 100% something to do with lance, my good dude……… BECAUSE……

this is official art by lauren montgomery. i have said this before and i’ll say it again, but pidge’s sign has to do with her arc, her gender reveal. keith’s sign has to do with his arc, his galra heritage reveal. this was posted before s2 aired and it clearly foreshadows galra keith. not coincidences. lance’s sign definitely has to do with him and his arc, his sexuality reveal. lauren would not make keith’s sign and pidge’s sign related to them and then make lance’s sign have nothing to do with him. this stuff is all planned from the start. she’s also the one who said this:

[on expressions] “if we know that a character is feeling something about that- that moment- especially if we know there’s something coming up down the line that maybe hasn’t been revealed, but it would make that character feel a certain way- we try to insert in there a nod to it.”

which is important to remember while watching the show but also when looking at this art because a lot can be taken from their expressions. keith, pidge, and lance look much more unsure and nervous and they’re holding their signs with both of their hands, indicating that HEY this is my sign, it has something to do with me and i’m anxious about it. hunk, allura, and shiro appear to be showing support. shiro and hunk especially look very confident. allura has both of her hands on the sign but her arm is around pidge, like a hug. allura’s the one who tried to coax pidge into telling her her gender. shiro easily could’ve been put with pidge since he was very supportive of her but allura has her own connection to the gender sign (and shiro’s put with lance for a reason). she’s a princess but she is not your “typical princess.” here’s a comment someone left on my klance masterpost about this and i completely agree:

I think Allura has one more reason for holding a gender sign with Pidge, and that is because she challenges the gender stereotypes. She’s not your typical little princess who needs to be protected by all means. She’s a tough young woman that can (and will) kick your ass, and I think that alone is a very powerful message to all the girls that watch this show. It’s a reminder that, no matter what society might claim, they are strong, and they can accomplish anything if they put their mind to it.

hunk has his hand on keith’s shoulder, showing support. he stood by keith after he found out he’s part galra. he was cracking jokes about it and he was there for him. think “belly of the weblum” and all their moments together. also, in “stayin’ alive” when allura thanks hunk for getting the scaultrite, he says, “no problem. you know, keith was there too.” hunk is samoan, so he also has his own connection to the race sign. then, we have shiro holding the LGBT sign with lance, one hand on his shoulder in support. the LGBT rep definitely has to do with lance, you shouldn’t worry. there’s so much backing it up. i think shiro will play some sort of supportive role when it comes to lance’s sexuality and since hunk and allura are connected to the signs they’re holding, shiro may end up being LGBT, too. also, the sign art connects with the paladins of old, as well… which was pointed out to me by @farmlandtensions:

zarkon, a galra, was the original black paladin.
keith, a part galra boy, is the current black paladin.
THE RACE SIGN. 

trigel, the only female paladin on her team, was the original green paladin.
pidge, the only female paladin on her team (before allura became a paladin, obviously) is the current green paladin.
THE GENDER SIGN. 

blaytz, who was shown flirting with a male galra, was the original blue paladin.
lance, a boy who is totally not straight, we grew to know as the blue paladin.
THE LGBT SIGN. 

they make parallels and show similarities between blaytz and lance to show that, yes, they’re comparing them rather than comparing blaytz and allura.

for the 100th time, this stuff isn’t a coincidence. 

the bi flag colors and the gay flag colors have been used in the show on two separate occasions now. first, in s1ep6… an episode with some great klance moments. next, in s3ep3… another episode with some great klance moments. studio mir is animating VLD and they also animated TLOK. the bi flag colors were in the background of the finale of korra. i’ve always theorized that since pidge’s gender arc was in s1 and keith’s race arc was in s2, that lance’s sexuality arc would be in s3. other people think this, too. seeing as how s4 is basically just part 2 of s3, taking the BIG amount of development between keith and lance in s3 into consideration and the fact that lance did not flirt with allura for the entirety of s3, or anyone, actually. i think this will, hopefully, come to fruition in s4 and they will touch on lance’s sexuality. if not, we’ll get it eventually

also, in interviews, they don’t always simply say lance flirts with girls. jeremy shada, especially, does this. in lance’s birthday livestream, he says:

[about lance] “a super like, flirty person that’s hitting on every *hesitates* person that has two legs.”

i’m not kidding btw, he literally hesitates a little before saying person. i don’t have the link to the vid but you can find it easily by googling lance’s birthday livestream. in the famous “lance falling in love” quote, he does this, too:

jeremy would definitely know by now that lance isn’t straight and it’s really obvious that he’s sitting on that information. he’s done this at least one other time that i know of, as well. if lance was straight, this stuff? it would not happen. they would always just say girl/girls.

How to incorporate a typical teenage love story into a show

1. Have the two love interests, one will be quirky and ditzy, the other will be a bad boy/rebel

(make sure the quirky/ditzy one is very oblivious, to the point where it actually kills you)

2. Make them hate each other (because they think that they’re complete opposites) so that no one would even guess that they would ever have a relationship in the future

3. Again, you gotta really sell their rivalry, you need to trick your audience

4. Also make sure to subtly show that they’re more similar than they realize 

5. As the story progresses, make it painfully obvious that the bad boy has developed feelings for the quirky/ditzy character by making him jealous and having him flirt a lot 

(make sure the quirky/ditzy character is still completely and utterly oblivious to this)

5. Force a love interest onto the bad boy to cause unnecessary drama 

6. Have a moment where the bad boy saves the quirky/ditzy character from danger

Making it seem as if they’re going to get together

But then they don’t because it’s way too early for that and you gotta keep the audience on their feet!

7. Drag out the rivalry some more (even though it’s mainly just the bad boy being salty that his crush doesn’t recognize in the slightest that he’s pining because they’re oblivious af)

8. Give them a few random moments where they actually enjoy being with each other as well, it makes the audience think there might be something going on between the two but they’re not 100% sure

9. When the bad boy gets into some sort of danger, make the ditzy/quirky/oblivious character finally realize after forever that “Oh shit, I actually do kinda care about this guy.”

9. Distrupt this sudden, important realization that could have actually led to their relationship starting by dropping a huge bomb into the story 

10. Leave the audience on a giant cliffhanger, wondering if this situation will bring them closer together or farther apart.

Maybe in season 100 they’ll possibly get together? Who knows? The audience will just have to wait and see! 

03. Valentine’s Day (M)

A/N: In honor of it being Valentine’s Day, I’ve decided to embrace my trash self and write a little mini scenario for each member. Some are PWP some have backstory but they are all filled with filthy smut. Enjoy xx. :’)

Genre/Warnings: Smut; (pardon my vulgarities) featuring a Possessive Seokjin, The Pussy-Eating King Yoongi, Candle Expert Hoseok, Daddy Joon, Sub Jimin, Smug Tae, and Creative Kook.


Seokjin:

It was incredibly rare when Seokjin let his composure go and his patience wear thin. Normally he was gentle, the man taking every bit of his time to map your body out, making sure he takes notice as to what gets you writhing in pleasure beneath him. He’s patient, always putting you first, and he never asks for anything in return. But there are certain things that make him tick – one being when another man can’t seem to keep his eyes to himself.

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Rules of Engagement (shiro x reader)

Rules of Engagement

Shiro x Reader

Imagine: Being the communications specialist with Shiro and Matt at the garrison.

Warning: Just a little making out ;)

AN: Hey guys! I hope you all like this one, let me know what you liked, or if you have any requests!

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His lips felt like fire on her skin. There was no pulling away at this point, not that it even crossed her mind. The feeling of his body pressed against hers, his thigh positioned between her legs, how his fingers gripped her hips, all of it made it impossible to think of anything else, but how good it felt. This was definitely against protocol, the small portion of her brain that has retained its sanity thought in the back of her head. It all felt like a deram. And if it was she never wanted to wake up.

She and Shiro were on the same flight team at the garrison. He was the pilot, and she, his communications specialist. They were also accompanied by an engineer by the name of Matt Holt, she swore he was some kind of genius, it was the only explanation for how smart he was. They had all been friends, but with the hours spent in the flight simulator, the late night study sessions, the constant contact between them, they became much more than that. The connection between her and Shiro was unshakable, you would never see one without the other, inseparable. It wasn’t until their third year at the garrison, did they notice a change in their dynamic. They weren’t the only ones to notice this change, Matt knew something was going on between them, even if they didn’t know exactly what.

For weeks, it was nothing but chaos. Longing stares from across the room, lingering touches, constant blushing, all at the expense of Matt’s sanity. There was a time when the two of you could barely be in the same room, in fear that in your clumsy state, someone could get hurt. Matt didn’t mind at first, that is until your team failed the flight simulator, putting a permanent ‘F’ on his record. Shiro had gotten distracted by you, in the middle of the mission, when you cut your hand on a stray screw driver, causing Shiro to panic, and in the end, sent their team crashing to the ground in a blazing fireball. He’d had enough.

He told you both to meet him in room B26, to go over what went wrong, and finish the mission report on the simulation failure. Each of you feeling a different kind of shame in the failure of the basic sim, and each feeling that it was your fault things had gone south.

The next morning when you arrived at the room, you met with Shiro on the way, but neither of you could stand to meet the other’s gaze. Too embarrassed to think it was your lack to self control that had ruined the mission. Keeping your head bowed, you both entered the room, the first thing you noticed was how cold and damp it was, the lights were off making it hard to see exactly where you were. Shiro’s shins came in contact with a mop bucket, sending it skidding across the floor.

“What the- “ he began, his eyes adjusting enough to see the shelves that lined the walls, filled different cleaning supplies. “Is this… a Janitor’s closet?” thinking that they must have walked into the wrong room, Shiro turned to exit, only to have the door slammed in his face. Shocked, he rushed forward testing the doorknob, and finding it locked. Thinking it must have been an accident, he slammed his fist against the metal door trying to get the attention of whoever had closed the door.

“Hey! We are in here! The door is locked, can you open it?” he called, hoping they were still close enough to hear him. There was a moment of silence, before they heard a familiar voice reply.

“I’m not letting you out until you two work this out! I don’t know what is going on with you buys, but whatever ‘it’ is, fix it! I am not going to get another ‘F’ in that stupid simulator, just because you two are acting like lovesick teenagers!” Matt’s voice was filled with a mix of anger and frustration. There was another pause, followed by what Shiro assumed was a sigh. “I’ll be back in an hour.” he said more calmly before walking away, ignoring the protests from his teammates.

They spent the next 10 minutes searching for another way out, only finding 4 metal walls all lined with janitorial equipment, and an air vent, too small for either of them to fit through. Shiro was sure Matt had picked this room specifically for that reason, no way to escape. Giving up on that idea, they resorted to searching for a light switch, their eyes adjusting enough to see outlines in the darkness but not much else. The tension in the room was palpable, neither of them trusting themselves to address the elephant in the room, why they were locked in here in the first place, they both knew what Matt had said was true, but were not willing to address it as the problem it was. Until the pressure got the better of them.

“I’m sorry.” you both blurted out at the same time. Fumbling to recover, you turned to continue, but your foot caught on the bucket Shiro had knocked over earlier, sending you sprawling on the floor.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?!” Shiro asked rushing over to where he had heard you fall. Unfortunately, instead of helping you, he stepped on your hand. You cried out again, cradling your hand to your chest as you pushed back against the wall, pulling your knees in. Shiro’s heart felt like it was in his throat, how had he managed to mess this up even more?

“Oh God, (Y/N) I’m so sorry!” he stammered his panic rising up. Standing where he was he ran a shaking hand through his hair. He didn’t dare move again, scared that he would accidentally hurt you again, instead he decided to speak, and once he started, he couldn’t stop, everything just poured out of his mouth.

“This is all my fault. I just really like you, and you’re so pretty, and smart, and when you smile it makes my stomach go crazy, and you’re laugh, oh god, your laugh! It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard! It’s just so hard for me to think when you’re around, my brain goes all fuzzy and I can’t focus on anything else. God, I should have known better, i should have tried harder to hide my feelings, or i should have transfered as soon as I realized I loved you, and, and now we are stuck in here, and you’re hurt and-” in the darkness, you made out his outline, and rose to your feet, equal parts shocked and thrilled to hear what he was saying. Reaching out you placed your hand on the side of his face, rendering him silent. You couldn’t see his face, and you prayed he couldn’t see yours, you could feel your cheeks reddening as you drew closer. He could feel you coming closer, your hand gliding over his face, your fingertips tracing the outline of his lips. You felt his warm breath against your fingers, as you moved your hand to the base of his neck, standing on your toes. You hesitated, your lips stopping just shy of his.

Swallowing his nerves, Shiro closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips with his. In that moment it was like a fire was lit between you. His hands were on you in an instant, pulling you closer as his mouth moved against yours. Pressing forward, you stumbled back, your shoulders hitting the metal walls of the room hard. Shiro only paused for a moment before he was on you again, pinning your body to the wall with his own. His fingers gripped your sides, pawing at the material of your uniform. Pressing closer, he fit himself against you, a leg between yours, his hips against yours, like fitting puzzle pieces together. His lips pulled away from yours, only to attach to the exposed skin on your neck. He groaned into the hollow of your neck, as you raked your fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly.

The heat between you continued to grow, and the once cold room felt like a furnace. So consumed in the moment, you both failed to notice the door to the room slide open. Matt caught site of the two of you, and paused for just a moment, as his mind registered the situation. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms over his chest, before clearing his throat. And just as quickly as it had started, the trance was broken. Shiro tore his body away from yours, his hair was sticking up in odd directions from where you fingers had mused it. While you pushed yourself off the wall, trying to stop your knees from shaking, and straighten your uniform at the same time, the small marks on your neck beginning to form. Both of your lips were swollen, and your faces were red, and in Matt’s opinion, you both looked thoroughly kissed. An amused smile pulled at Matt’s lips as he watched the two of you fumble to compose yourselves. No one spoke for a long moment, until finally, Matt broke the ice.

“Well,” he began, his voice eerily calm. “I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming, cause I did, and for that reason, I planned ahead. Because if ‘this’” he gestured between the two of you quirking an eyebrow. “Is going to happen, there need to be some ground rules.” stepping forward, he reached into his bag and pulled out a large 3 ring binder, shoving it into Shiro’s chest, who caught it quickly, looking down at the cover.

“‘Rules and guidelines of dating a teammate’” he read aloud, lifting his eyes questioningly to Matt.

“Volume 1?” you read over Shiro’s arm. “How many volumes are there?” you asked watching Shiro flip through the pages, each filled with words, and some having charts and pictures… this was obviously something Matt had put time into, and it definitely took longer than the hour they had been in there.

“There are 2 others back in my room, but I haven’t finished editing them.” Matt answered calmly. You nearly choked, and Shiro swallowed thickly, his eyes wide. Indifferent, Matt continued. “Also, there will be a quiz, so I would suggest going on a ‘study date’ instead of making out in a janitor’s closet.” you heaved a sigh, before turning your eyes to Shiro, a smile pulled at you lips, despite the obvious dislike of the situation.

“I’m free tonight.” you said, Shiro’s heart skipped a beat. He would read 50 of Matt’s ridiculous rule books, if it meant he got to see you smile like that again.

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totally late for the party xD but just wanted to appreciate how preciously perfect and adorable this shot of Betty & Jughead are together at Poptates, especially since these two have no concept of personal space whatsoever, even when they were just platonic friends! *heart eyes* Look at her arms wrapped over his knees that’s propped up on the booth chair…. she’s just a shy away from sitting on his lap xD…..with his arms draped behind her as usual. They look so happy and blissful side by side and have to say, they are such a perfect fit for each other, physically, intellectually and emotionally that it’s hard to imagine them with any other people after this. 

Regardless of how Bughead will end up or their fates after the season finale, the level of development these two characters have undergone since the first episode is tremendous, especially the progression of their relationship with each other. The fact that they didn’t even have any interactions with each other in the first episode, and then when they first lay their eyes on each other in that second episode at Poptates….it was such an iconic heart eyes inducing moment the way his eyes & face light up like he’s found his angel….truly makes the audience (or at least me xD) feel like they are soulmates who’ve finally found each other, two contrasting personalities that need each other to be whole. They simply belong together and it’ll be such a waste after all that development…for something to tear them apart…. but then again, this is a tv show and what’s a relationship without some angst and drama ey? 

Plus, even if something happens between them to break them apart, the fun of shipping is seeing the possibilities of them finding each other again knowing that they truly belong together. It’s amazing how far they’ve come….from the point when Jughead lamented how he’s the invisible one in the booth eventho there’s four of them, saying that Archie is the luckiest redheaded guy in the universe, which then, we didn’t realise that he’s actually giving us an insight to his feelings that he could’ve been holding a torch for Betty all these years….(especially when he released that huge sigh of relief and contentment after he kissed her in her room..like he finally had the guts to do something about it)..….and wanting some of that attention which Betty has always given to Archie……to finally feeling that he belonged with them and that he actually got his girl, the happiness that he’s been secretly craving for…. Seriously. Betty & Jughead’s relationship on Riverdale has been such a surreal dream come true….especially for those of us who have been rooting for them for years in the comics…be it as platonic friends or more…as long as it makes them happy. <333 Sorry for the longass post. 

Humans and Animals are Weird

You probably have seen plenty of Human are Weird/Space Orcs, but what if this weirdness isn’t exclusive to Humans. How about animals? I don’t mean a fox launching like a rocket to land face first on its food and get stuck vertically in snow, but something a bit closer to home

Imagine the crew making a stop on Earth, and most of the beings make the sensible thing and they stay indoors, away from all that Human madness, but there one who decides to “get a tour” as Human Maria put it.

Yo'lan is fascinated by humans, so xe jumped to the chance of experiencing Earth’s public transport with xer Human friend.

The pair make their way to the metro, waiting with all the other small Humans, when two of xer 5 eyes see something that looks out of place. A small gray bird is on the platform, seemingly unafraid of the much larger Humans around it. Yo'lan looks around, but no Human seems to think there’s anything unusual about it so Yo'lan simply watches.

Yo'lan still remains quiet when a big furred creature makes its way next to the bird and sits down, looking towards the metro tracks.

A few moments later the metro finally arrives and the two animals stand up to follow a door as it slows down. Yo'lan follows Human Maria and they take two empty seats. Still, Yo'lan keeps three eyes on the two animals as the larger one lays down across two seats, stretching its front paws out, while the bird waddles between two seats, snuggly settling down in the space between seats.

Some humans take out some of recording devices to make a short recording of the animals, but nobody says or do anything about the apparently wild animals.

“Human Maria,” Yo'lan finally breaks, turning towards xer friend. “Why is that dog in the metro?”

“That’s a coyote,” Human Maria looks at the furry creature as the coyote opens its maw wide in a yawn. The smaller human makes the shoulder-lift motion as a smile crosses her face. “Well, he’s obviously tired, maybe he didn’t want to drive back home?”

Later that night, Yo'lan was still trying to process what Maria told xer. Wild species mimicking Human behaviors, something Humans found endearing and common enough to simply take it as part of their everyday lives, but not more than that. Could this be why they allowed so many animal species without an apparent use to continue living alongside them? Could the humans have found a kinship towards these wild creatures that still tried to live like them?

Regardless, such philosophical thoughts could wait for another day. Yo'lan was now busy with the discovery that Humans had literally hundreds of Earth years worth of recordings of animals behaving outside their instincts, and xe intended to absorb as much info as xe could.

Maybe it was not just Humans that are weird, maybe every native of this planet was weird!

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Think of those street cats and dogs begging for headpats from random strangers, a crow asking a human to open a water bottle, all kind of dogs and cats taking the bus or the metro to visit their owners at work, pets having discussions with their humans, all the pizza rats!

This was very much inspired by a twitter video of a pigeon waiting for the train, walking into the car like it owned the place and then sitting on the space between cars, and also by a gif of a coyote chilling on two seats in the bus.

supersupergirl  asked:

Prompt: the green ranger joins the team (a female tommy) and likes and flirts with trini. Kimberly gets jealous and has to confront her own feelings for trini.

Tommy Oliver is fine. 

And not – Kimberly would like to clarify – ‘fine’ as in super attractive, mainly because that’s a totally separate and unrelated discussion for another time. 

She’s just… fine. Acceptable. Adequate. Whatever. 

And watching her now – training in the Pit with the Rangers like she totally belongs there – it’s fine. And if Kim is frowning about it – about Tommy’s cocky little smirk as she flips Trini onto her back and pins her to the ground in a way that’s just completely unnecessary and unhelpful to their improvement as Rangers – well, that’s all… professional disagreement.

Because Tommy is fine and Kim doesn’t have a problem with her or the way she’s now dumping the contents of her stupid green water bottle onto Trini’s face, like that’s cute or something. 

(It’s not.) 

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I’ve always really appreciated whenever any form of media can tell a story, or at least part of one, without any sort of dialogue. One of my favorites comes from Monster Hunter 4 Ultimate in the form of the rivalry between the Hunter and the Gore Magala. Most of the monsters in the series are little more than beasts to kill, even if some, like the Zinogre, do have a bit more personality, but there’s a bit more to 4U’s Gore Magala. It’s encountered multiple times in the single player story mode where the player is ill-equipped to deal with it before taking it on properly in quest literally called “Tipping the Scales”, which works both as a pun on the Magala using its scales to “see” and a way to show that the player is finally ready to take it on for real. After finally taking it down, it still isn’t done (even after doing the quest multiple times over to get a full armor set and weapon, but details), as through some means or another, it survives and sheds its black scales, becoming the “final boss”, the Shagaru Magala. When the final battle finally starts, the pre-battle cutscene really sets the mood, with the black clouded sky and the hunter and Shagaru Magala staring each other down showing that one way or the other, this is a final battle to the death, not between a hunter and monster, but between two rivals with a very real history. All of this is super badass and all done without a single word from either rival. One of the greatest moments in the entire series, if not the greatest.

earnestly yours | pjm

summary: it doesn’t matter if you and park jimin hate each other’s guts, because you will always get cast opposite each other for the school’s drama productions, and you will always have to kiss.
{enemies to lovers!au, high school!au, actor!au}
pairing: jimin x female reader
word count: 8k
genre: fluff
warnings: none!
a/n: god was this an impulse write. i actually got the inspiration for this because i hang out with all of the drama kids in school. the play that they’re performing is the importance of being earnest by oscar wilde, and the piece used for the reader’s audition is from all’s well that end’s well by willy shakes. 

Park Jimin and you have a… rich history, most might say. One that extends far past the most recent years of your life, down to the beginning of your schooling when the two of you were competing for the role of Peter Pan in your kindergarten play. Both of you were adamant about playing the role, but it sort of goes without saying that the part went to him because ugh, the patriarchy.

Ever since then, things have always been a little tense between the two of you.

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Anyway....

There’s something missing between these two scenes even though they happen only moments (and one page) apart. There’s a line missing (Bellamy: “Get some sleep.”) We’re also missing stage directions (i.e. the actor’s movements between these two scenes) and on the show, Bellamy turns, picks up his jacket and then looks at Clarke for a bit longer before finally walking out. Clarke’s eyes follow him (her eyes are still wet with tears) before she wipes them away and then rips the list out of the book and places it in the desk. She then stands up, grabs her own jacket and walks down the hall toward medbay.

 We have two separate script pieces only moments apart that contain absolutely none of these moments. There is a reason for that and it’s because whatever is contained in that small bit of script that’s missing? It means something for Bellarke.

P.S. Eliza “That Blarke Shit…obviously isn’t happening Taylor” ad-libbed the hand nuzzle. Think about that. 

Similarities between Starco and Robstar

It will be long post. 

Well, we all think that history of Star and Marco is original, sure it is, but we all have forgotten about precursor of love between a human boy and an alien girl - Robin and Starfire. 

In this post I will show how similar these two couples are. I will start with parallels between characters, then between couples.

Star/Starfire

1. Both girls are named “Star”. I know that the full name of girl from Teen Titans is Starfire, but even Robin or Beast Boy sometimes call her just Star. For example in the episode “How long is forever”. 

2. Both girls are always cheerful and happy. 

3. Both girls are princesses in their worlds. 

4. Both girls have superpowers

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“Can I be him?”

Not everybody should know about the fact that you’re a Kingsman agent, especially your family. In their eyes, you’re a tailor and do nothing but wasting your time. Tired of the attempts of your mother to make you settle down with a guy, who is up to your economic standards, you may just have to fake it…

Warning: a bit of ‘casual’ swearing
Eggsy Unwin x Reader
Part ONE of ‘Can I be him?’ - Series

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snuggsthebunn  asked:

have you done edging/overstim with the rfa gang + saran cuz binch plz make a thirsty hoes dreams come true you're giving the earth what god wants ily thank u

I’m gonna try writing short little ficlets for these! Doing the bulletpoints would just make this so damn long.

Yoosung

He swallowed thickly as you got on your knees behind him, squeezing his ass cheek.

“How many times did I beat you, Yoosungie~?”

Ahh, he loved that nickname, but not in this context. He pushed his face against his bed, ashamed at his pose: Face down ass up with a pillow between his legs.

“S-Seven times.”

“Mmmhmm,” You dug your nails into his ass cheek and he tried hiding his little mewl against the mattress. “Seven times. I thought you were such a good gamer, hm?”

You had challenged him earlier to a game, but on the conditions that if he lost, you got to have your way with him. He still couldn’t figure out if he lost on purpose or not.

When you first spanked him, he let out a surprised yelp, his lubed up cock rubbing against the pillow between his legs. God, he was already so hard after you putting the cockring on, and now you were going to spank him too?

You kept it up, each harsh smack causing him to rub against the pillow, trying his best not to more or let out little begs as you degraded him. You took your time too, taking turns on each cheek

When you finally were done, you planted a little kiss on his reddened cheek.

“You need to get better at games, Yoosung.”

He nodded against the bed, happy at the cool sensation against the pain. You started a few little kisses, promising to help soothe his sore ass, but without warning you reached between his legs and started fondling his balls. He gasped, bucking against the pillow again. He was already so riled up, why were you teasing him so much?

“M-Mc!”

You giggled, but helped him switch positions and lay on his back. You laid on your stomach, planting a kiss on the tip of his cock.

“I guess I should make you feel at least a little good, huh?”

Oh god, he wanted to feel good so bad, but…He was still wearing the cock ring. He watched you take his cock fully into your mouth, working quickly on him as he squirmed and whined out. He was already backed up already, before tonight! And he finally gets to have sex with you again and this is what you do?

The whole blowjob was painfully amazing. He just wanted to cum, he just wanted to so bad! But you were dragging this for so long! His fingers threaded through your hair without thinking, his nails digging in as he tried not to fuck your face.

Without any warning, you undid the cockring for him, and then he couldn’t stop himself. He quickly thrusted into your mouth, letting out such a loud moan as he finally came down your throat.

Jumin

During the whole ride to the restaurant, you were in the back, teasing him with your lips and hand- Constantly palming him as you bit his lip in between kisses, making him let out a low groan.

It wasn’t often you were able to take control, but when you did it was exhilarating. Really, you could always ask to switch the roles around, but you really, really, liked him being in control. 

As you teased your tongue against his, your hand reached to start unbuckling his pants when you noticed just how hard he had gotten. However, before you could even start to loosen the buckle, the car slowed to a stop, Driver Kim already opening his door to get ready to help the both of you out.

Quickly, you pulled back, straightening yourself up as he tugged on your coat.

“Let me hold your coat, or else it’s going to be obvious.”

WIlling yourself not to have your cheeks redden now, you shrugged it off, handing the garment over to him to hide his erection with.

The whole walk inside, getting to your seat and everything, was a constant teasing. Your hand would wrap around his waist, purposely brushing against his ass enough to make him clear his throat. He’d lean and whisper in your ear- Pointless things, but his breath there made you shiver.

When the two of you finally sat down and ordered, he stared you down as the waitress walked away, you giving him a innocent smile.

“What is it, honey?”

A flicker of annoyance crossed his eyes, but he showed a strained smirk instead.

“I’m still…Excited.”

“Ooh, about that new business deal?” You teased.

He knew your act, trying to pretend nothing hot and heavy had just went on. “Yes, the… Other side is being quite provoking.”

“Are they now?”

“Yes. Just taking away what I want the most at the last second, making me bargain for more.”

You blushed a bit, being interrupted by the waitress again for drinks. Once she left, you looked around the restaurant. No one was looking at the two of you, and…you were in a quiet, dark, corner…

You set your purse to hang off the back of your chair, looking at how long the table cloth was. If you were quick enough…

“Cover me,”

“What-Mc??”

You quickly ducked under the table, quiet for a moment and trying to hear if no one noticed. Fortunately, Jumin was whispering harshly to you, letting you know how foolish you were and how lucky the both of you were that no one saw.

Holding back a giggle, you started working on his belt like you had been in the car, and he instantly went quiet. Smiling, you worked his cock out of his pants, surprised it was still as hard as it was before, even leaking a bit.

“Ooh, you weren’t lying.”

How long had he been like this? Was he teasing himself mentally the whole time, unable to calm down? He must be aching.

You held it as you ran your tongue from the base up, hearing the table clatter a bit as he reached under and grabbed a fistful of your hair. It hurt, but nothing too bad. It certainly made you unable to keep your excitement at bay. 

You heard footsteps and saw his straighten up. The waitress must be back.

You heard them talking, the waitress wondering if she needed to wait until you had came back from wherever, and you could hear him clearing his throat, trying to sound calm….

Until you took the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue to lap up the precum. You heard his voice hitch, the waitress question him, his hand tighten with your hair again. It was hard not to let out a noise, but you managed to hold back as the waitress walked away.

You didn’t have the upperhand for long. As soon as she was far enough, both of his hands slipped under the table, pushing your head down and forcing you to take him all at once. 

Your eyes teared up a bit, and you felt something hot spurt down the back of your throat. You let him hold you in place until his grip loosened, then you carefully pulled back, kissing his cock for good measure.

After you wiped your mouth, you carefully snuck back into your chair, thankful no one had noticed. Unfortunately, Jumin still looked riled up and his face was a bit red.

“We’re going home.”

“What? Was it that bad?”

“No,” he cleared his throat, pulling out his wallet to leave something to pay for the wine the two of you had hardly touched. “I need more, now.”

Seven

Watching Seven ride you was amazing, and you understood why he loved you riding him so much.

You had recently gotten a vibrating dual strap on. On your end, you had a nice little bit that rubbed against your gspot, and on his end he got a thick dildo to bounce up and down on.

You watched his cock move along with him, bobbing a bit with a thick steady drip of precum working its way to the cockring around his base. When you looked at his expression, he was completely blissed the fuck out. Glasses skewed, mouth open and drooling a bit, eyes half lidded and nearly rolled back.

The dildo must have been hitting him in all the right places. God, at this rate, you wouldn’t even need him to get you off, the little vibrating bullet in you able work well enough with the visuals he was providing.

You felt your heart nearly stop as he let out a strangled moan, seizing up and rocking a tad. He had stopped pumping the fake cock in and out of him, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Are you close, baby?”

He nodded, biting his lip. “So close, so so close.”

It was the third time he had gotten this close, but this had came quicker than the others. You reached out, your thumb teasing the tip of his cock, a disgusting and open-mouthed, tongue hanging moan escaping him.

“You can cum if you want to, baby, it’s fine.”

He leaned back, willing himself to open his eyes and look at you with an unsure expression. When you reached for his cockring, he nodded, and you took it off slowly.

Once it was completely off, you started pumping his cock as he lightly bounced on the dildo again, breathing deeply. After just a few moments, he finally came, his cum shooting out so hard that some even landed on your cheek.

You were completely content with just that being the end of it, but after he barely caught his breath, he was fixing his glasses and slipping between your legs.

When you tried to protest, he stopped you.

“Let me make you feel good for doing that for me.”

Zen

The two of you stumbled into the dressing room, hardly able to keep your hands off each other before so. He slipped his hands expertly up your shirt, bringing it along and flinging it to the side, groping at your breasts.

“You really don’t have any self control, do you?”

He almost whined at your teasing, letting go of your breasts and squeezing your ass, forcing your hips to meet his as he bucked against you without any shame.

“M-Mc, come on, I need this,” His breath was hot against your ear as he begged. “All those texts, those looks during rehearsal, you’re such a damn tease.”

You tried keeping your cool, but with how he was grinding against you, you couldn’t even attempt to.

“Y-You need to be tamed, Zenny- Ah!”

His mouth was at your neck, sucking past bruises, his moan nearly sounding like a growl. “Let me take it off.”

You reached a hand in between the two of you, groping him and causing him to gasp and groan. Before you could tease again, he picked you up and had you sitting on the make-up table, yanking off your pants a bit clumsily, but fast. As soon as it and your underwear was off, he was undoing his own pants, pulling his hard and flushed cock out.

You bit your lip, seeing the precum dripping off of him already, the cockring at the back of his cock begging to be removed.

“Tell me it’s okay, Mc, tell me I can-”

“Do it.”

Instantly he was on you, pushing his tip into you, waiting for your telltale moan to allow him to push in all the way. You whined, tangling your fingers with the fabric of his shirt as he pounded into you harshly. It didn’t hurt, but god the two of you hadn’t gone this quick and rough before.

You quickly bit his shoulder, his wet moan in your ear as you muffled your noises. He was going so fast- so fast!

“Letmecum, god please, Mc. Letmecumletme-”

You wrapped your legs around his hips, clamping them down and forcing him deeper into you. As you did so, you wrapped a hand around that damned ponytail of his and pulled, making such a choked guttural moan leave him.

That was it, that had to be the breaking limit for him. He was still bucking into you, but they were wild, uncoordinated. It felt good, but you hadn’t felt him so fucked up before. Clumsily you reached in between the both of you, managing to get him to pause long enough for you to undo the latch of the cockring. 

You couldn’t even grab it. Once it was undone, he forced your hips to meet his, the ring falling onto the floor as he completely slammed into you, letting out such strangled noises as he finally came into you, panting against your neck.

After the two of you composed yourselves, Zen having to help you stay steady on your legs, you decided it was best if you waited outside for him to finish up with practice.

It wasn’t until the two of you got home that you both realized you left the cockring in  the dressing room.

Saeran

The two of you had decided to try overstimming together. It was something you were curious about, and a kink he had always wanted to try out. But, he wasn’t expecting that you wanted to use it on him as well.

After a few rounds of normal doggy style sex, you couldn’t stop clenching so tightly around him. Somehow, in this position, he was able to keep rubbing perfectly against your gspot, making you bite into his pillow.

Of course, this was having a toll on him as well.

Normally, he didn’t have issues lasting a while, which is why he was so surprised you wanted him to wear a cockring, but since he didn’t mind he wore it anyway. Now, as you hit your third orgasm- squealing into the pillow and letting out such a lewd ass moan afterwards- he was nearly at the brink of just begging you to let him cum inside of you.

He couldn’t think straight. All he could focus in was the feeling of your wet heat around him, his balls feeling tight as all hell. He was so damn close, he couldn’t even focus on sitting upright. Now he his forehead was against your back as he groaned into you, forcing your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Nnngh, I’m so fucking close, Mc, I’m so fucking close, just a bit more, jus-Ahn!”

He stopped mid-thrust as you reached between the yours and his legs both, groping at his balls. He made a deep whine in his throat, and then suddenly he couldn’t stop snapping his hips into you. The sound of skin slapping together so harshly was nearly enough to make you cum again, but you were so weak and so over-fucked, your mind felt numb.

“T-Take it off, god damnit, nownownownow! I can’t- I need to cum inside of you, I need to right nowrightnow!”

His voice was deep, guttural, and with clumsy fingers you undid the latch on his cockring. As soon as it slipped off, he was biting your shoulder hard enough to break the skin, a loud groan barely being muffled rushing out as he thrusted a handful of times more. He came with a deep final thrust, keeping his cock in you and he sloppily panted against your back.

After a few moments, he slowly slid out, the both of you groaning before flopping on the bed. He reached an arm out, quickly pulling you to him and placing small and lazy kisses against your head.

“Once I catch my breath, we’re going again.”

When you looked at him shocked, you could see a tired but stern and commanding look in his eye.

“You didn’t let me cum that whole time while you did. You really didn’t think you were getting away with that, did you?”

Favourite Superhero

Summary: Being a single father, Tony always tried to keep you as close to him as possible for most of the time, and didn’t give a f*ck if anyone was bothered that.
Pairing: Dad!Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader
Word Counting: 715 words
Warnings: Single parent Tony Stark, fluff. This is a prequel to the “Mrs Captain” series. Set Pre-Iron Man


Originally posted by hollaforholland

Tony yawned while the man across the table explaining his point. He was inside that room for more than he could count, hungry and tired but not even close to being done. He was about to run his hand through his – now – messy hair when the phone on the middle of the table rang.

“Mr Stark, would you come for a minute?” His secretary requested and Tony stood up.

“I’ll be back in a minute.”

Many people disapproved but Tony had his own way of parenting. Every day he would stay home with you during your morning classes – you were homeschooled –, bring you with him to his office and keep you in a room with your nanny, a freezer with food and water, a computer and toys the rest of the day. He visited you every hour and played with you and, appreciating your drawings and taking them to his room so he could expose them for anyone to see.

Many times, his employees would be looking for him and end up going in there and playing with you while talking to your father.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned when he saw his secretary holding you in her arms while you cried.

“The babysitter had to leave and she won’t stop crying.” The woman explained, trying to keep you in her arms while you desperately tried to reach out for your dad. “I don’t know what to do.”

Tony shook his head.

“She needs to sleep.” He looked at his wristwatch. “Come here, princess.”

“But you need to go back to your reunion.” The woman protested as you wrapped your short arms around your father’s neck.

“I never said I wasn’t going back.” He rolled his eyes. You were four years old and very much attached to him. “It’s okay, daddy is here, honey.” He caressed your back, then palmed his pockets for a moment and pulled your favourite pacified from it, taking it out of a little plastic sack and giving it to you.

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Can’t Hold Your Liquor

Originally posted by ijensenackles

Summary: After a nasty hunt involving demons, Dean decides to solve a problem by getting you drunk… and then gets in trouble for it.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,800

Warnings: Swearing, implied heavy drinking, implied smut, hangovers, deception, yelling, mild violence

A/N: This is my submission for @kas-not-cas 2.5K dialogue challenge. Congratulations on the followers, darling! That’s amazing and you deserve so many more! They’re not due until July, but inspiration hit me pretty hard with this one, and for once, things just sort of flowed. Hope you guys like it!

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#omgcplovefest day one: favorite canon moment

Okay, the prompt from @omgcplovefest for today is share your favorite canon moment from the comic and wow! I thought it would be easy, but I’ve been thinking about it all weekend and have like, a never-ending list. However, there is one moment that just really resonates and it’s some panels from “Hey, Honey” where Jack & Bitty have a fight about their priorities and secrecy.

I remember watching Ngozi color this panel and just already feeling the emotion coming off from it and when it finally released, I read it several times over. It was so important to me to see these two talking passionately about their life together and ultimately, taking a huge step forward. I wish we got to see more of these kinds of passionate moments between them because emotions can run really high, especially in the first year of serious relationships and we only get small glimpses of it with Jack & Bitty.

Not that I ever want to see Bitty cry again, but it’s really wonderful to see them tackle big relationship obstacles together. And Jack!!! Just showing up!!! In the pouring rain!!! To declare how serious and committed he is to Bitty!!! Lovely.

Drunken Mistakes [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/N: I’m sorry but no fluff here. There’s been too much fluff lol

Warning: Angst, Swearing

(Part 2 - Changed [Criminal Minds Crossover])

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Your friends and family always told you to leave him. That you were just a current attraction, that it would never last. How he had you wrapped around his finger and constantly walks all over you.

You never thought about it that way. You always thought it was being flexible. They don’t know his past the way you do. They don’t know that he’s out cleaning up Gotham’s streets every night. Yes, you often bend to his needs more than he does yours.

You’re the one who keeps the apartment clean, cooks dinner, does the laundry, goes grocery shopping, all while attending school and keeping a steady job. Jason would help you if he had the time right? But he doesn’t every day its a new mission with Bats or the Outlaws.

Basically Jason said ‘jump’ and you ask ‘how high?’ But you were used to it. You love him and would do anything for him. And he loves you. One thing you pride your relationship on is that he never even glances the way of another girl.

Well at least that’s what you thought and what his friend would tell you, though you never asked to be told.

Jason had been gone with the Outlaws for a four day mission, but was getting home a day late tonight. It was often the Outlaws would get hung up and ended up getting home later than supposed too. One of them always texted or called if that was the case.

You always stay up and wait for when he gets home from long missions.

Sitting on your couch you skimmed through a book waiting for him to walk through the door, and it didn’t take too long for that happen.

Hearing the noise of keys in the lock, you pulled the book from your face and glanced at the hallway. When the sound of the door opening reached your ears. 

Setting the book aside when he came into view. “Welcome home Jay” standing to meet him halfway.

“Hey babe” He replied, but there was something off about his tone and demeanor. “What’s wrong?” asking, a confused expression making it’s way to your face.

He shifted uncomfortable, “[F/n] I did something, something bad” not meeting your eyes. Tilting your head to meet his eyes, asking “What? You can tell me”

“I-I got really drunk last night. Roy, Kori, and I all went out to celebrate the success and we all got super drunk and I honestly didn’t mean of any of this to happen it was all a mistake” his eyes bore into yours with regret.

He’s not going to say what you think he’s going to say is he?

“Jay you’re scaring me” taking a small step back.

“I’m so sorry [F/n], I cheated on you” you could feel your breath stop as tears came to your eyes. “What?”

“It was all a mistake, I didn’t want any of it to happen. It meant nothing to me, I barley even remember last night” not realizing that those words made it worse.

“Obviously it meant something if it’s one of the few things you remember!” yelling through your tears.

“NO! That’s not what I meant” He said before you turned your back. Not able to look at him. Arms crossed over your stomach as tears streamed down your cheeks. 

He reached out, when his fingers barley grazed your skin you turned and stepped away from him. “Don’t touch me!” growling shortly. Your tone was a mixture of sadness, anger, confusion, and most importantly betrayal.

“God I was so fucking stupid! I should’ve listened to them, my friends, my family. They were so damn right! What even am I Jason? Other than your goddamn door mat!” screaming at him. You’d never yelled at him like this before.

“You’re not my doormat! I love you [F/n]! You’re the love of my life!” he yelled back. Desperation filling his expression, tone, his whole being completely.

“Then why do I feel so unloved huh? Why do I feel like I’m just something you come back too? Like I’m some goddamn collectable!” You had no idea you felt like this until the words were spilling out of your mouth. He’s been using you this whole time, how can you trust what he’s saying now?

When he didn’t answer, you just shook your head. A scoff escaping your lips, “I’m fucking done” turning your back to get a jacket from the coat rack.

“[F/n] please” he tried to stop you. “I can’t loose you, it won’t ever happen again”

“Well I can’t fucking take this anymore Jason! It shouldn’t have happened in the first place. I can’t come back to a empty apartment for the rest of my life. I’m so–” You stopped realizing something, “No, I’m not sorry. I have nothing to be sorry for” Turning your back to him for the last time and putting a hand on the door knob.

“Goodbye Jason, I hope your fling was worth it” Opening the door before stepping out. Not having noticed his attempt to stop the door before you slammed it shut. You stayed leaning against the door, finally letting out a strained sob while covering your mouth.

Jason was leaning on the door by his forearms. His head hanging between his arms. Tears stinging at his own eyes. ‘How could I be so stupid? I’m such a fucking idiot’ he thought before pushing himself up.

Turning around, in a moment of rage he punched a whole straight through the wall. Before finally breaking down.

How could he hurt you like that?

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**I might do a part two, but who knows at this point in life. (If anyone wants to see that send me a request or message or some sort of communication thing lol)

***I have one more open spot in my requests if anyone is interested ;)

Role Model

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This is a direct sequel to Zip-Line from June.  It includes a little emotional hurt (because Gabriel is a jerk) but it doesn’t fall into angst.

Now with art by SketchyPam!


Marinette noticed that Adrien seemed a bit out of sorts when he first entered the classroom after lunch.  He was wearing the model smile, which she’d long ago learned meant he was hiding how he really felt.  She wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t want to be a bother to his friends, or if it was his father’s social conditioning about the Agreste family image.  She suspected it was a little of both.  He was genuinely so resilient, and their deeper friendship was still new enough she’d been hesitant to pursue an answer.

He made a brief detour to Ms. Bustier’s desk, so she took the opportunity to look at Nino.  He was frowning slightly at his best friend’s back, as he bent to speak to the teacher.  Alya leaned forward and tapped Nino’s shoulder, and he briefly met Marinette’s eyes as his gaze turned to his girlfriend.  He shook his head and shrugged, indicating whatever was wrong was new enough he wasn’t in on the details.

Adrien’s, “good afternoon,” was quieter than usual, as he reached his seat and gracefully tossed himself into the chair.

Nino leaned in, one hand on his beast friend shoulder to murmur something.

Adrien let out a sigh and shook his head.  "I’m okay, I promise.“  His reply was barely audible and struck Marinette as an utter lie.

As the afternoon passed, Adrien’s mood didn’t lift.  He appeared to be attentive in class, but Marinette could see that his notes were much sketchier than usual.  She missed his light energy and the quick smile that had earned him the nickname Sunshine Boy.  For their last subject of the day, they were given the class period to continue researching independent projects that were due early the following week.  Adrien had gone to the library with a pathetic wave to his friends as he left.

"He didn’t want me to come with,” Nino muttered to Alya.  "Do you think I should go anyway?“  His expression was tight and concerned.

"Could you tell if he was just being polite, or did he really need space?” Alya asked, leaning forward on her desk.

Nino let out a helpless shrug.  "He’s so hard to read when he gets like this.“

Chloe suddenly appeared on the stairs beside Adrien’s empty seat.  "Marinette will go,” she said firmly.  "If anyone can fix it, she can.“  She gathered up Marinette’s belongings and tucked them into her messenger bag, oblivious or unperturbed by the stares of Alya and Nino.

"Never thought I’d be saying this,” Alya said, her face uncertain.  "But I agree with Chloe.“

"Chop, chop, Marinette,” Chloe said briskly.  "None of us want an akumatized Adrien.“

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My Saviour - Fourteen

A/N: Home stretch people. Second to last part. I want to thank the anon who sent me an aske and shared some of their experience with me, it really helped me out with some things in this part. I also want to thank everyone that still follows this series, you are all amazing. And of course my ever patient beta @thorne93.

I know that the Reader in this is probably moving a lot faster than someone would in real life, but this is fiction, and I don’t want to drag this series out for too long.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Jess, Bobby, Ellen, Charlie, Benny, John.

Warnings: Fluff, alcohol consumption, language and SPOILER ALERT implied sexy times.

Wordcount: 3215

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Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

After the dinner at your new apartment, you and Dean had started… dating, in a way. You didn’t see him every day, but you either talked on the phone or texted. You had dinner together three or four times a week, either at home or at a restaurant. It was good. Dean was giving you space, he was letting you set the pace, he let you decide what you were comfortable with, he was being the perfect boyfriend.

You had fully gone back to work, Bobby letting you go back to your previous shift plan, which was the morning shift Monday through Friday and then every third weekend. It was great to be back at work.

It had been almost two months since Alex died, and even though the wound was still fresh, and you still tried to wrap your head, and emotions, around it all, you were good. You had sent a few applications to different colleges after deciding you wanted to become a lawyer after all, and now you just had to wait for the responses. Sam had been a great help, not only with the whole Alex thing, but he had also answered all your questions about law school and different options for you if you decided to go that route, and ultimately he had helped you make the final decision. You wanted to represent women who were in the same situation as you had been just a few months ago.

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Sirius had you cornered during one of the Order’s meetings, shamelessly flirting with you and although you were fond of the man, his advances were making you a bit uncomfortable considering your husband was sitting right across the room.

You glanced at Severus, meeting his burning gaze that was already on you. He was doing his best to remain calm and although to everyone else he seemed like his usual collected self, you knew how to see past through his cold exterior. His body was more tense than normal and his mouth formed a thin line - his eyebrows furrowed as he continued watching you.

You couldn’t help but smile a little to yourself. Who knew that the Severus Snape could ever let emotions get the better out of him? 

Another set of giggles erupted from your mouth at Sirius’ jokes and you didn’t miss the death glare your husband sent the poor man, a warning to what was to come if you didn’t take action soon.

“Care to join me outside for a walk, love?” Black’s voice brought you back to reality and you bit your lip to stiffle a laugh as you spotted the way Severus’ onyx orbs widened in shock. Someone must have been listening to your conversation…

Clearing your voice, you turned back at the man next to you and smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I’m already taken.” you whispered softly and his face fell.

He sighed and a sad smile tugged at his lips. “Of course you are. Every beautiful girl is.” his compliment made you blush but your polite smile remained. “And may I ask which lucky man gets to call you his?” 

“My husband is sitting over there actually.” you pointed to Severus discreetly with a smile.

His mouth dropped at your statement and if he were a cartoon, his eyes would have popped out. “S-Snape? Snape is your husband?” he whisper-shouted and you struggled to keep yourself from laughing as you nodded in affirmation.

“Merlin’s beard! You are married to Snivellus?” he exclaimed again, this time loudly enough for the whole room to hear and everything silently went silent as they all turned to look at you with shock written all over their features.

Not knowing what to do, your eyes immediately searched for Severus. For the first time in forever, you couldn’t read the expression on his face. Was he angry at you for revealing your marriage?

You had never really agreed to keep it a secret, although you tried to be as discreet about your relationship as possible. You were the only person in this world he cared about and that made you a major weakness that he wasn’t so willing to expose to others. All he wanted was to keep you safe.

Now the cat was out of the bag and with everyone’s eyes switching back and forth between the two of you, all you could do was stare and wait for him to say something.

After some rather long moments of silence, Severus finally reacted but certainly not in a way you expected him to. He scoffed loudly before he put his newspaper down and folded it gracefully.

“I see you still can’t keep your mouth under control, Black. Not that I’m surprised, of course.” you could only watch with a small smile as he stood up and cleared his voice. “Are you all done with being overdramatic yet? There’s still a war to consider if you haven’t realized.” 

Everyone cleared their throats awkwardly and went back to what they were doing, the silence that previously filled the room now replaced with a familiar chattering that left you smiling to yourself.

When the room mostly cleared out and you were left alone with your husband momentarily, you couldn’t help yourself. Skipping over to where he sat, you leaned against his armchair and pecked his cheek, surprising him. He didn’t really shift his attention from the newspaper page but you didn’t miss the smirk that tugged at his lips.

Yes, he was a man with many flaws. Yes, there were so many differences between you that it seemed almost impossible that you would be together. You were young and you were full of life, a ray of sunshine that infected everyone with your bubbliness - the exact opposite of him. But it was moments like this that you were sure. You belonged together.


Requested by anonymous:  YEEEEEES the snape one was so cuuuute!!! Could you maybe do the order finding out they’re married please? Xxxx

(A/N: I know you requested headcanons but honestly it came more naturally to me as an imagine so here it is! I hope you don’t mind. I love doing these. Lots of love and kisses to all of you!)