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I got a few requests from you guys to design a Corrupted White Diamond, and I was going to do it, until my little Brother wanted to do it with much glee!!

He wasn’t able to settle on a design, and neither was I, But I have to say the top picture is probably what she’d turn out to be if she was corrupted.

I have to say, I am quite satisfied with these!

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You know what we’re gonna do? Surrender. I know how hard that is for you because of how hard you hold on to stuff. But we’re just gonna, we’re gonna sit here and we’re just gonna let go. Okay, and let the universe do its thing. And if we’re meant to be together, then we’re gonna be together.

anonymous asked:

Do you still remember Faberry?

Do I still remember Faberry?

Anon, I know you’re playing but this might be the most offensive thing anybody has ever sent me in a tumblr ask.

I remember Faberry.

I remember they weren’t friends.

I remember when Rachel first reached out to Quinn, encouraging her to come back to Glee, that she would need friends who could relate.

I remember the time Rachel organised the Glee Club to sing Keep Holding On for Quinn.

I remember when Rachel came to apologise to Quinn about telling Finn who the real father was, and Quinn not being mad.

I remember Quinn drawing a picture of Rachel in her notebook with a million hearts around it.

I remember Quinn was there when Rachel discovered that Shelby was her birth mother.

I remember that Quinn would later give up her daughter Beth to Shelby.

I remember when Quinn put herself out there in a rather humiliating way, which Quinn Fabray has never done ever, when she asked out Finn to check how true his feelings were for Rachel. 

I remember when they first held hands during Dog Days Are Over.

I remember Hey Girlfriend!

I remember how the story plays out and with tears in her eyes, Quinn telling Rachel she didn’t belong here and that she can’t hate her for helping to send her on her way.

I remember Quinn telling Rachel she couldn’t write a good song if she keeps looking for that happy ending, and that she is never gonna get it right.

I remember Get It Right being the song that wins them Regionals.

I remember Pretty/Unpretty being their duet. And how they only had one. And in some way they only ever needed one because it is the single best duet the show ever did.

I remember the light green ribbon wrapped around it to match her eyes.

I remember the slap.

I remember the immediate horror on Quinn’s face.

I remember Quinn opening up to Rachel and telling her her biggest fear.

I remember Rachel telling Quinn that she’s a very pretty girl, prettiest girl she’s ever met, but she’s a lot more than that.

I remember Quinn letting Rachel wipe away her tears.

I remember Quinn dyeing her hair pink and how Rachel told her she was sorry that she was so sad. That she missed seeing her in Glee club. That they’re a family and this is their year to get it right.

I remember that possessive hold during I Kissed A Girl.

I remember Quinn spilling her plan to get Shelby fired to Rachel. 

I remember Rachel chasing Quinn down the hallway.

I remember when Quinn thanked Rachel for stopping her from doing something she would have regretted her entire life. 

I remember kind of.

I remember Rachel telling Quinn that she is a lot better than she knows.

I remember Rachel going to Quinn for advice on Finn’s proposal.

I remember Quinn saying she can’t.

I remember Rachel being the first person Quinn tells about getting into Yale.

I remember their first hug.

I remember Quinn telling Rachel that she has an amazing life ahead of her and if she really wants to be happy she’s going to have to say goodbye to Finn.

I remember Quinn standing up in front of Glee Club, talking about how she was the only one standing in the way of herself, that you can’t change your past but you can let go and start your future. And that all of that was directly said to Rachel.

I remember Quinn holding Rachel’s hand like a lady while being serenaded on Valentine’s Day.

I remember the look on Quinn’s face when Rachel announces that her and Finn would be getting married after Regionals.

I remember when Quinn wasn’t going to stand around and watch Rachel ruin her life by marrying Finn Hudson.

I remember Quinn asking Rachel when she was singing that song, she was singing it to Finn and only Finn, right? With tears in her eyes.

I remember Quinn setting aside her own personal feelings about Rachel’s decision to get married and deciding to support her instead.

I remember their second hug.

I remember Rachel making a room full of her closest friends and family wait because she didn’t want to get married without Quinn.

I remember ON MY WAY.

I remember Rachel not being able to stop thinking about Quinn.

I remember Rachel breaking down in front of everyone else and interrupting to tell Quinn she was so sorry.

I remember their third hug.

I remember do you not understand what you mean to me?

I remember Quinn being everything that Rachel wanted to be.

I remember that Rachel sees the new Quinn, the still-beautiful, but humbled and inspiring Quinn.

I remember when Rachel looks back on her high school career the one thing, the one accomplishment that she’s going to be so proud of is that she found a way to be Quinn’s friend.

I remember that Quinn first started talking about being prom queen in episode 2 of Glee, and that it’s all she ever wanted.

I remember that Quinn won.

I remember that Quinn rigged the votes.

I remember that Quinn chose Rachel as prom queen.

I remember the smile on Quinn’s face when it was announced that Rachel won.

I remember Quinn talking about change being so good because if they hadn’t changed they would’ve never been friends.

I remember Quinn bought Rachel a Metro North Pass from New York to New Haven, and one for herself, so she could make sure they stay in touch.

I remember their fourth hug.

I remember Quinn’s smile as Rachel arrived at the station to leave for New York, being so proud that Rachel finally got it right.

I remember the hundreds of gifs I’ve made.

I remember the thousands of words I’ve written.

I remember Rachel and Quinn as being the love story of Glee. 

Period

I just found your blog and saw you were doing requests. Can you do one where the reader has been on the island for a month and she has her period and Pan and the lost boys don’t know what to do when she gets moody and has her cramps ..

warnings: mild swearing
848 words

You always knew this day would come. It lay in the deep recesses of your mind, allowing you to live in ignorant bliss with a false sense of freedom until the day came again, and it seemed as if you had forgotten a day like this even existed in all the excitement surrounding your arrival in Neverland. And although time is frozen here on the island, the days - and months - still go on as usual, bring you ever-closer to…

Your period.

And it was total shit.

“Out of my way,” you sniped at one of the younger Lost Boys, who was rolling around in a fit of giggles in front of the weapons pile. “Fucking move,” you commanded again, quite irritated when he didn’t budge. The small boy scurried away as you selected your pick of daggers to train with that day, grumbling in pain all the while.

It hurt like hell, the cramps. All you wanted to do was lay in your cot and die, but alas, there was work to be done on the island, and you would not be thought helpless amongst the boys, whom you had gained respect from this past month.

It had been a couple of days since your menstrual cycle had begun, and the Lost Boys were quite taken aback by your foul mood. Sure, you were already sharp-tongued and authoritative, but you had never been so…bitchy. And scary. Good God, the boys had no idea what to do with you. Hell, you had nearly sliced off Felix’s ear after he asked you what was wrong. He barely had anytime to dodge the dagger you chucked at him, just missing his head by a hair.

You had had enough of dealing with your period in the uncomfortable conditions of your tent for two nights, so this evening, you planned to walk to the beach. Exercise had always alleviated the pain, so perhaps this would also help your mood.

Nothing.

This walk had helped with nothing, and you were lying in the sand, clutching at your abdomen, cursing and swearing as you rode out the waves of pain.

“Tut, tut. Such foul language, dearest,” drawled a voice from behind.

“Fuck off, Pan,” you seethed. You sat up, knowing full well that he probably would do anything but that. Peter Pan took a seat next to you, chuckling as he did so.

“Touchy, are we?”

You snarled at him.

“I’m afraid to ask, since you almost gave Felix another scar when he popped the question but, I’m intrigued. What is the matter, love?”

You sighed, mostly out of annoyance rather than surrender. “Fine,” you began. “I’m on my period.”

Pan looked at you blankly. “Your-”

“Period? You know, menstrual cycle? Every month there’s a week where blood gushes out of my vagi-”

“I KNOW, I KNOW WHAT IT IS!” Pan heaved, face a bit blanched as he looked at you with a strange expression, mouth a bit open and gaping as his cheeks tinged pink. You didn’t know what to make of his face. And you don’t know what it was, but something in his features seemed almost comical in that moment, and you giggled. You laughed.

You chortled.

Pan hadn’t the slightest clue what to do as he just gaped at your insanity, and pretty soon, he was chuckling as well. You were lying on the sand clutching your abdomen once more, not in pain this time, but in laughter. Pan simply gazed down at you, secretly relieved that you didn’t seem to be hurting.

After the bubbling glee had died down somewhat, you were left with a small smile upon your lips.

“Ah, that’s better,” Pan said.

“What is?”

“Well, you’re not snarling at me, so that’s always good.” You scowled at him, and he laughed again. “What I mean to say is that it’s better now that you’re smiling. Or, you were, at least.”

You smirked at that and turned away from him to face the ocean, rising up on your elbows. Although you had forgotten about the pain for a while, you could feel it edging back now, and you huffed in protest.

“Do you need anything?”

You raised a brow and looked at him. Did the magic-wielding jerk just offer his help?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He eyed you suspiciously, and you stared at him for a long moment before replying.

“Tea, would be nice. And some more cloth.”

Pan smirked at your request. “Anything else, Your Highness?”

“Hey-” you tossed a bit of sand at him. “You asked.” Pan chuckled and stood up, offering you a hand. You got up as well, and as you brushed sand off your clothes, Pan could barely refrain from asking his next question.

“Does it hurt?”

A mischievous glint cast over your eye as you replied smoothly, “Not as much as it does to have talk to you.”

“Alright, alright.” Pan ran a hand through his dusty brown hair, and you smiled to yourself as the pair of you walked back to camp together.

The Big Reveal

Originally posted by supercanaries

Request: Can you do one where Sebastian Smythe and reader are dating and they reveal it to the Glee club by having reader where his blazer?

Notes: So, Sebastian is a bit out of character in this one but still keeps his sass towards the others. It’s a bit shorter than my other imagines but I hope you guys like it!


“Babe, please?” Sebastian begs you, holding the jacket out in front of him. You take a moment to examine the blazer, noting the crispness of the navy, the sharp contrast of the red piping and the Dalton logo stitched on the left chest.

“Why do you want me to wear it?” You question, feeling the heavy fabric between your fingers.

“It’s the biggest game of the year. Our schools are playing each other, it’s just to show support. It’d be like wearing my jersey, but I kind of need that. The other girlfriends are going to be wearing the blazers too. You’ll fit right in.”

“Have you forgotten that I sit with my friends at the lacrosse games? The ones who not-so-subtly hate you? Who would flip out at me telling them that we’re dating?”

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Come Home (Feysand Angst)

A hurtful comment said in the heat of the moment leaves Feyre miserable and alone. Rhys, wounded and angry, departs for a diplomatic mission before Feyre can tell him something important. As the months wear on and Feyre hears nothing but silence from the other end of the bond, her condition deteriorates. Will Rhys return home in time? Or will he be too late?

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“Rhys, please, don’t go,” I plead.

“Feyre darling, it’s only for a couple of months. I just need to sort a few things out with the different courts now that the war is finally over.”

“Then at least take me with you! I’m your High Lady, I–”

“Exactly. You’re my High Lady,” he says, interrupting my pleas. He takes my hands gently in his and looks into my eyes with love. “You’re needed here, to sort out matters in our own Court.”

“You’re just coming up with excuses to keep me here,” I say, ripping my hands out of his. Rage is coursing through my veins like fire. “If you trap me here without you, you’re just like him.” That’s when I know I’ve stepped too far. Rhys takes a step back, in both anger and shock. I can feel the walls between our minds start to build.

“I am nothing like him, and you know it,” he snarls, his wings folding behind his back as if he can protect them from my words. “I told you a long time ago to stop making that comparison. Even if part of the reason I want you to stay here is for your own protection, I am not locking you up. I am not keeping you in this house. You are free to come and go as you wish. Visit the House of Wind. Visit Mor. Visit Amren.” He runs his hands through his hair and begins to pace in front of me. “The other High Lords are still wary of your powers, I don’t want anything happening to you–”

“I can take care of myself! I thought the war would’ve proved at least that,” I protest. My hands are beginning to tremble with nerves, and I clasp them behind my back to hide my distress from Rhys. This argument is bringing back unpleasant memories from my times at the Spring Court…my times with Tamlin. Rationally, I know that Rhys is not Tamlin. He would never be Tamlin. But today is not a rational day. Panic swells in my chest and my heart begins to race.

“I know darling, of course I know you can take care of yourself. But this is the first diplomatic trip since the end of the war, and I just want to feel things out first, there will be plenty of over trips for you to go on.”

“Rhys, please. I don’t care what the other High Lords think of my powers, they must know if they try to hurt me–”

“NO, Feyre.” Rhys stops pacing and growls at me with frustration. I flinch back. My blood is racing through my veins. I can hear my panicked heartbeat in my ears.

Da-dum.

Da-dum.

Da-dum.

Da-dum.

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.10

Originally posted by disconected-of-this-world

                                                   Part T E N 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 4.5k +

A/N: ahhh im sorry in advanced! this isnt extremely jealous!cal but it is there! i hope you all arent disappointed in me ahaa i really hope ya’ll enjoy this and please get it to 100 notes, as usual ! xx

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

                                                    I M A G I N E 

Dublin, 19:35 P.M. 

The Jeep full of you and the band finally began pulling over by a large home. It was lovely from the outside, seeming lavish with beautiful stone tiles and sugarcane plants. But it was extremely lively with bodies hanging around it, music blasting from the windows, and lights of all sorts beaming out. 

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First Language [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

a/n: ok we know seb lived in paris but never got specifics soooo i had an ideaaaaaa…maybe part 2? yes? no? anyone?


“You guys didn’t have to come with me.” you huff back at the gang following you, angrily stomping through the posh hallways of Dalton Academy. “He is my boyfriend… and you hate him… Why did you come actually?” you wonder, crinkling your eyebrows together, pulling both your backpack straps to the waistband of your ripped sky blue jeans.

Santana scoffs, crossing her tan arms over her cheerio’s uniform. “Uh, duh, I wanna see what happened to the mole faced chipmunk.” she states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. You roll your eyes, sighing deeply.

While holding Rachel’s hand, Finn tilts his head in confusion; Sam does the same, wondering the exact same question on everyone’s mind. “What exactly happened to him again?” the blonde asks, fixing his purple hoodie on his shoulder. “All I saw was you get a call and leave rehearsal…. Then everyone followed you and I got lost… I’m still lost.”

You bound around the corner, stopping when you get to the door that says ‘nurse’. Spinning on the heel of your sneaker, you fix your pink shoulderless shirt. “He was in lacrosse practice and hit his head and passed out, okay?” you rush out, inhaling deep. “And can I please see him alone before you all parade in?” you plead, hands returning to the straps of your backpack.

When most of the club nods, you let out a breath, facing the door. Turning the knob, you cautiously step in the office. “I’m Y/N, Sebastian’s…” you trail off as the nurse leads you to the cots. “How is he?” you chew on your lip nervously.

“Non! Non!” Sebastian’s voice lingers in the room, French accent a lot more noticeable. “Retire tes mains de moi (get your hands off me)! Ou est ma petite amie (where is my girlfriend)?!” he spits at Trent, who’s trying to coax the Warbler back into the cot, muttering ‘why are you not speaking English?’. “Je ne sais pas bon anglais (I don’t know good english)!” he bites in a frustrated tone, running a hand through his hair.

You furrow your eyebrows together, pushing the curtain. His knuckles curl around the edge of the cot, shoulders almost touching his ears. The moment Sebastian sees you, his green eyes light up, smile stretching on his lips. “Mon bébé, là tu es (my baby, there you are)!” he beams, standing up; navy lacrosse jersey hanging off his shoulder. You blink in confusion. “Ne me comprends-tu pas (do you not understand me)?” he whispers, eyes filling with water.

Frowning, you bend down in front of him, cupping his face. “Sebastian… Je t'aime (I love you)…” you hum, saying the only French you really know.

He grins, “Je t’aime, Y/N.” The knock on the door startles him and the glee club enters. “Pourquoi sont-ils ici (why are they here)?” he snarls, nose scrunching at the gang. “Quelle (what)?”

“Why is he speaking French?” Mercedes whispers to Kurt, who shrugs.

Sighing, you card your hand through his uncharastically messy hair, shaking your head. “French is his first language. He only learned English two years ago, before he came to Dalton.” you frown, eyes searching his face. “When we started dating, he was still learning.” you explain, “He must’ve hit his head really hard…” you cringe, pulling your beanie down.

“So, what’re we gonna do?” Artie pipes up, pushing his glasses to his nose.

Sebastian tugs on your hand, pouting. “Regarde, je ne comprends pas ce que tu dis mais (look, I don’t understand what you’re saying but)…” he pauses, licking his lips. “Je meurs de faim, pouvons-nous manger (I’m starving, can we eat)?”

You shrug your shoulders, squinting your eyes. “I think he’s hungry? Help me take him to Breadstix?”

anonymous asked:

Prompts ? Modern AUs are my obsession rn .... maybe big brother rob trying to set up ha best friend and little sister. ??

Yesssss okay! 

Gonna do it from Robb’s POV so I hope it’s still fun to read. 


Gross But Cute: A Story of How Robb is the Best Big Brother Ever

In all honesty, this is the last thing Robb wants to be doing. He has exams coming up, a rugby tournament he needs to organise and a girlfriend he’d rather be snogging senseless. But his best friend is an idiot and so is his sister, so by virtue of the fact that he is clearly the smartest one out of their friendship group, Robb is resigned to playing matchmaker.

It’s a last resort.

If he could safely say the two idiots would be happy single, he’d probably leave it because the thought of his best friend anywhere near his baby sister is nauseating. It almost makes Robb want to punch Jon out of principle, and he might if Jon doesn’t get his head out of his arse soon, but he suspects if he lays a finger on the sullen man, Sansa would likely punch him in return. They’re fiercely protective of each other that way. It’s gross.

Robb remembers the first time he suspected there was more than just friendship between the two. Jon had gotten tackled so hard during an away game that he fractured a couple of ribs. He’d had to go to a hospital in Newcastle before being cleared to make the journey back to Edinburgh. When he got home, Sansa was already there waiting.

“You stupid, infuriating buffoon! Do you not know how to charge your phone?”

“Sans, can we do this later? I just want to lie down.”

“No! You can’t just… I can’t just get a text from Michael telling me you’re in the hospital and then nothing for the next six hours. That’s not fair!”

“I know… I’m sorry. I should’ve charged my phone. I should’ve called you.”

“Yes, you bloody should have!”

“Hey, hey, I’m okay now. Sansa, look at me, I’m fine. I’m here.”

“I’m not crying because I’m worried. I’m crying because I’m mad at you!”

“Really?”

“Fine, a bit of both… Just promise me you’ll always call, okay?”

“I promise.”

“Okay… Let’s get you to bed.”

Robb had had every intention of yelling at Jon because of course his idiot of a best friend would get seriously injured the one game he couldn’t attend, but after witnessing that exchange between Jon and Sansa, Rob decided he’d rather not be anywhere near the two for the next day or two.

As he wrapped his head around the idea of Jon and Sansa, he’d almost convinced himself that the feelings were completely one-sided and Robb was all ready to yell at Jon for leading his baby sister on, but then Sansa got a boyfriend and that changed everything. If Jon was broody before, he was even more of a fucking miserable sod for the next month. Robb wanted to kill him for being so annoying but he couldn’t really blame Jon. He hated Harry too, especially after they found out that Harry cheated on Sansa – which was why Robb did nothing when Jon punched Harry on a night out.

“You ever come near her again, I will break every bone in your pathetic body.”

“Fuck you! This is between me and Sansa.”

“There is no you and Sansa. You’re done. You’re fucking done, you got that?”

“… whatever.”

“No, you know what? It’s not whatever. You had her and you threw it away. How could you even do that? She’s… She’s Sansa. She’s fucking Sansa!”

At that point, Robb actually had to drag Jon away before the bouncers could come and kick them out. Frankly, he would have happily let Jon beat the living shit out of Harry but if he let the situation escalate any further and Sansa found out, she’d kill them both, and Robb’s not too ashamed to admit that he’s terrified of both of his little sisters. They’re terrifying women. They must have learned it from their mum. Catelyn Stark has made grown politicians cry, or so their dad likes to brag every now and then. Robb suspects it was probably one politician.

Now it’s up to Robb to sort these two out. If he doesn’t then they’re probably just going to continue to skirt around their feelings for one another and Robb hates that more than the thought of his best friend and sister getting together. At the end of the day, he does just want them to be happy and it’s clear that happiness for them is each other. It really is the grossest thing.

It’s easy to get Sansa to cook him dinner. She lives in a small flat in the city with her best friend, and thankfully Jeyne is more than happy to make herself scarce, which she says is ‘for the betterment of British society so that these two beautiful creatures can procreate and create more beautiful creatures.’ Robb may have gagged at that. If he can help it, none of his sisters will be procreating any time soon. And if they have to, it’ll be an immaculate conception. His nephew or niece will be the next saviour of the free world.

Once that is set, Robb makes his way to her flat to ‘oversee’ the cooking. Really though, while she’s busy in the kitchen, he goes about leaving candles all over the flat. Once he’s sure there’s enough, he texts Jon and sets his second step into motion.

Robb: Mate, we have a problem.

Jon: What’d you do now?

Robb: Why do you assume I did anything!

Jon: Because it’s you.

Robb rolls his eyes. Honestly, why is he bothering helping such ungrateful people?

Robb: Fuck off. This is serious. Jeyne told me that she heard Harry might be trying to win Sansa back.

There’s a long minute silence before his phone begins beeping with consecutive texts.

Jon: What does that even mean?

Jon: Does Sansa know? What is he going to do?

Jon: I’ll bloody kill that prick!

Robb smiles with the kind of mischievous glee he thinks he picked up from Arya. He almost wants to cackle but Sansa is in the next room and she’ll definitely be suspicious if he cackles.

Robb: Don’t know, mate. But I’m stuck at work. Can you just go to Sansa’s and make sure she’s okay for me? I don’t want the bastard showing up when she’s alone.

Jon: She’s alone? Where’s Jeyne?

Robb: She’s out of town for the weekend.

Jon: Okay, yeah. I’ll be right there.

Robb does let out a soft cackle this time as he gets up from the sofa where he’s been lounging. He pockets his phone and pokes his head into the kitchen. Sansa is draining spaghetti through a colander with her back towards him.

“Hey Sans, do you want some wine? I’ll pop out to the Bargain Booze for a nice bottle of red, yeah?”

“Sure, if you want,” Sansa answers absently. “I can’t drink much tonight. I have an early shift at the hospital tomorrow.”

“Cool. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Okay.”

Robb slips out from the flat and rounds the corner to hide. It takes Jon nearly twenty minutes to finally get there and when he throws open the flat door in a rush, Robb has a shit-eating grin on his face.

Much to his delight, if he presses his ear to the front door, Robb can easily hear the future couple talking inside.

“Sansa? Are you here?”

“Jon! What are you doing here?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that Harry’s been trying to get back together with you?”

“What?”

“I could threaten him again. Evidently, the last time didn’t really get it through his thick skull.”

“Wait, what? Jon, what are you talking about?” A pause. “What do you mean, again?”

“Oh. Did… Did Robb not tell you about… Never mind, it’s nothing.”

“Jon Snow, what did you do?”

A longer pause and then a frustrated groan. “Look, Sans, he cheated on you! I couldn’t just let him get away with that, so I did what I had to.”

“Oh my god. You’re just as bad as Robb!”

Robb frowns, filing that away for later date when he can demand what the hell Sansa actually means by that, because frankly, he’s a great big brother. If he isn’t, would he be here right now trying to set them up? Of course not. He’s the best.

“I don’t need either of you to protect me. I’m not fifteen anymore. I can look out for myself.”

“I’m not saying you can’t but I’m always going to want to protect you. I can’t help it, okay? You’re you and… you deserve the best. You deserve better than someone like Harry.”

“I know that but if you keep scaring off every guy I try to date then who’ll that leave me with, Jon?”

Robb positively bounces on the balls of his feet, willing his best friend to step up. This is his chance. If he doesn’t bloody take it, Robb is definitely going to kill him.

“I… I don’t know. Is it wrong of me to think no one’s good enough for you?”

“No, but…”

There’s a long pause this time. At first, Robb thinks they’re speaking too softly for him to hear but he knows his best friend and he knows his sister. They’re at a crossroads and neither are brave enough to step forward.

“I hated seeing you with him, you know? Every time he touched you, I just wanted to hurt him, do anything to keep him away from you.”

Jon.”

“Shit, I… I don’t know how to say this. I’ve never been good with this stuff. And I know, fuck I know that I don’t deserve you either, and I am honestly happy to just be in your life as your friend. It’s more than enough for me but… but it’ll kill me if I don’t say it.”

“Say what?”

“… that I love you. That I’ve been in love with you for as long as I’ve known you. I guess at first it was just a stupid crush. I mean you hated me for the longest time and for some reason I thought that was cute.” There’s a bark of laughter; even from outside a door, Robb can tell it’s self-deprecating. “But then we became friends and you started really talking to me and I got to watch you grow up and it’s like… there’s no one that even compares to you. No one as smart or as kind or as blindingly loyal. You’re it, Sansa.”

“God, we’re stupid.”

“Pardon?”

“You and me. We’re so stupid.” His sister laughs. “Because I’ve been in love with you for just as long and I thought you only saw me as a little sister. I didn’t… If I had known –”

 Sansa’s words are cut short, and for a small moment, Robb has to wonder why, but then there’s a loud thud against the door and suddenly, he’s far too aware of what’s happening on the other side. This is why he didn’t want to get involved. This is why the thought of his best friend and his little sister made – and still makes – him so nauseated.

When he hears a soft moan from the other side of the door, Robb immediately hightails it out of there, desperate to drown out that sound with as much alcohol as possible, because that’s his baby sister. That’s the little girl in pigtails he used to carry around on his back. And now she’s making out with his best friend, whom he’s once seen throw up on himself at sixteen.

As he races down the street and far, far way from the couple, Robb has to admit that he’s thrilled for those two. In a weird sort of way, he’s glad that at least they’re kissing each other and not anyone else because Robb knows that there isn’t a bloody thing Jon wouldn’t do for Sansa. He’d protect her with his dying breath if he had to and that to a big brother is like rain in a drought.

And Sansa is good for Jon too. She makes him smile more than anyone else, Robb included, and Jon needs that. His life hadn’t been easy growing up. A single mother and an absent father meant Jon had to grow up faster than most and his outlook on life has always been shadowed by that past, but when he’s with Sansa, it’s like none of that matters anymore. It’s good. Gross, but good, and Robb is happy for them.

He’s even happier that he can lord this over their heads for the rest of their lives. That’s definitely the best part.

BTS Fic Recommendations

There seems to be a weird divide in this fandom between reader x member and member x member stories, but I’m just here in the middle like “all Bangtan smut is good smut!” A good story is a good story and good writing is good writing. Some of these have no smut at all and some are so filthy that I can’t believe I’m recommending them, but, you know, BTS ruined my life and I have no shame anymore. 

I’ve probably read hundreds of BTS stories by now and these are the ones that I go back to over and over. I tried to pick only one per author, but all of these authors are amazing and you should go check out their whole masterlists. These are the authors that I personally fangirl over and stand in awe of. None of these are particularly similar to mine (eg. they are way better) and none of them are particular similar to each other. These are the fics that for whatever reason, I couldn’t forget about them after I read them.

Warning: Some of these are very explicit, so use caution. Anything marked with an M is definitely NSFW. 

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A Thousand [REQUESTED]
  • Paring: Jerome Valeska x Reader
  • Genre: Kinda a fluff in the end. Also might be Lime?
  • Prompt: [ANON] The reader giving surprise kisses to Jerome until he gets “annoyed” by it and screams at the reader to stop and the reader does but then he starts to miss this kisses and whines for her to start giving him random kisses again (Hope this isn’t confusing) btw I LOVE LOVE LOVE Your writing.

|Sorry if it’s late! Classes started, also thank you for loving my writing! And it isn’t confusing at all lol. Anyways sorry if Jerome is quite OOC on this, this was a rush tbh since I don’t know where to start lol. Anyways hope you like it!


“Stop.” He said as you pecked him once again on his cheek. You grinned in return.

Not going to happen pudding.”

Once you and Jerome’s liaison begun, you started to plant kisses on him everyday. When the act is introduced to him it didn’t irk him at first; to be exact he cherished it. But when you kissed him thousand times it started to be a bothersome in his perception. Today, you and Jerome just stayed at an apartment that the owner you killed supposedly reside in. Both of you agreed to postpone from the criminal activities and now you both were slumped down on a couch watching 21 Jump street a TV series, a show that focuses on a squad of youthful-looking undercover police officers investigating crimes in high schools, colleges, and other teenage venues. After some few episodes you abruptly commenced in giving him surprise kisses startling your partner. Jerome, whom can’t focus lost in a war of debate by his temper.

“I dare you to fucking kiss me again (Y/N).” Normally for you, you’ll be reluctant by now that Jerome aforesaid your name other than a goofy nickname that he invented yet you were engrossed pressing your lips on his cheek to notice that he was fuming in ire.

“Not going to happen.”

FUCKING STOP BITCH!” he clutched your cervix and pushed you onto the beddings of the settee as you sunk in, making choking sounds.

“I DON’T WANT YOUR FUCKING LIPS ON ME, ALRIGHT?!” you managed to bob your head up and down in response as he stood and left you gasping for air and brush your hands onto the area that he sunk his nails on. At this brief time of period emotions flushed in, it was just a simple gesture that you saw your parents does all the time when they’re still alive and in love so you settled to do it too to your lover. You started to choke out a cry; your shoulder quiver in process. Embarrassment started to flood in.

Sorry, I’ll stop for you…” you whispered to yourself as you rubbed off the salty waters flowing gently on your cheeks. Thinking to yourself that it isn’t worth it to cry over simple things, agreeing to yourself that you pushed yourself to his comfort.


After several days, you managed to move on at the small scene that Jerome has done to you. You were once again elated at the tie with your partner as you showered, whistling some of your preferred orchestral music. Jerome was marooned into pondering about you. Unlike you, he didn’t fully coped at the loss of the sudden small act that you gave him everyday. It was surprising to think because it was his idea to cease it.

He admits that he misses the act of love.

“What are you thinking about J?” he was brought to reality by your words. Your figure was soaking wet as it was wrapped with towel. You sat next to him, as he grumbled a small ‘Nothing’. You initiated once again but in return, he embraced your frame from behind and placed his chin on your shoulder.

Surprise me.”

“Hm? What should I surprise you with?”

“I don’t know, cupcake. That’s why it’s called a surprise.”

“So any specific surprises that you want to happen?”

Anything.” You were in glee as you heard those words and averted your face towards him; your face merely inches away. His eyes gazing you, pupils dilated. You wondered if you should do it, it might make him furious but he did say ‘anything’. “Com’on, don’t leave me hanging here.” He pouted as you smiled.

You swiftly kissed him, both of you closed your eyes. Cherishing the moment, how long of you desiring the touch.

“God, I miss this.” He drunkenly said, sealing his eyes onto you.

“You don’t say,” you chortled out as you playfully pushed his face away.  He smirked at you as he made his grip tighten. His body leaning for support onto your petite body, making you blush. Just what he is up to, you thought.

He left you off guard as he pecked your lips.

What a surprise.” You were intoxicated lust showing.

“You have my permission to surprise me by kisses, from the one and only. Your daddy.” He huskily whispered on your ear as he nibbled it.

“I’ll do it if you return me a thousand kisses.”

“Well,” He pushed you towards the bed as you giggled. Him towering you above as he softly kissed you. “I’ll give millions for my baby girl.

You loved this side of him, the side where he was like before. You want to make him smile all the time; you’ll do anything for him too. It’s the same for Jerome too, even though his illness made him the person he is now he loved you dearly.


“I love you.”


“Love you too.”


Hopefully it would last long before one fades, or the other wilts. But for the mean time, a young couple tied in red strings is seen as their love story continues to write it’s own book.

MariChat May Day 23: SIN II

(This follows immediately after the events of the previous chapter.

This is pretty tame overall, but still moderately explicit.  I mean, I ain’t got nothin’ on siderealsandman or madbadseason, but it’s the naughtiest thing in this series so far.  You have been warned.

And technically, this contains a little Ladrien, a lot of Adrienette, and zero MariChat…but they know one another’s identities now, so it’s all kind of the same, right??

For @frostedpuffs.  Her art is awesome, she writes (well!!), and she loves cats.  Boom.  Trifecta.



They explored one another with lips and tongue and teeth, and the heat rose between them quickly.  Marinette felt dizzy with it.  They had been careening toward this point for months, she realized as his large hands ran firmly up her sides, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts.  They’d both been holding back.  Now that that their feelings and identities were out in the open, he seemed no more interested in holding back than she was.

“Get rid of the suit,” Adrien panted as she kissed down his neck, her gloved hands roaming under his shirt.  “I want to finally feel you.”

“Merde, Adrien,” she breathed, releasing her transformation and pulling his face down for another scalding kiss.  There was another wash of pink light, and a quiet giggle as Tikki joined Plagg on the balcony, but the other kwami was the only one who noticed it.

Adrien lashed his arms around her as she continued to plunder his mouth, lifting her from her feet, and she obligingly clamped her thighs to his sides.  He stumbled forward, catching the side of her ladder with one hand while the other kept her pinned to his body.   “God, hang on Mari.”  He hoisted them both up and onto her bed, and she fell away from him to land on the bed with a bounce.

She scooted up to her pillow and he followed her, crawling up next to her.  With his weight supported on one elbow, he ran his fingertips over the flesh at her throat, marveling at the feel of her skin.  Then his hand went to the lower hem of her shirt, and he lifted it slightly, his fingertips brushing the skin above her hip.  “May I?”

“Y-yeah.”

He slid his hand beneath her shirt, over the soft, smooth skin of her stomach and around her side.   He tugged her closer to him and bent to capture her mouth for more drugging kisses, humming low in his throat when her fingers speared through his hair to clutch at his head.  He allowed his hand roam all over her body, touching every bit of her that he could reach except for those places that he wanted most to explore.   He didn’t want to push her beyond what she felt comfortable with; he was determined to be patient, and savor the experience.

Marinette had other ideas.  She felt her body come alive under his touch as his hand kept skating deliciously close to her breasts and the juncture of her legs, but never made contact.  All the while he kissed her, learning the underside of her jaw and the column of her throat and her delicate shoulders with his mouth.  The heat had built beneath her skin to the point that she felt restless and achy.  Each new sensation pulled a moan or a gasp from her, and she was all but writhing beneath the onslaught.

“Adrien!” She fisted her hands in his hair and pulled his mouth from her throat. His eyes were heavy-lidded, but his brows had drawn down in concern.

“Do you want to stop?”

“What?  No!  No, I want…more.”

His expression cleared.  “More?” He murmured, smirking.

“Mmm, yes.  I—I want to feel more. Of you.”  She pushed gently at his shoulder, and he rolled to his back in acquiescence, yielding control.  She took it, shifting to view him from her hands and knees, and then kissing him deeply.  “T-tell me if I do something that you don’t want.”

He nodded, curious as to what she might do, and aroused by the possibilities.

She began by echoing his exploration of her, kissing and sucking and licking her way over his jaw and down his neck.  He stiffened with a gasp when her teeth grazed the juncture of his neck and shoulders, and she returned to the spot with glee, happy to be drawing the same moans from him as he had from her.  But she still was not satisfied, and began to shimmy down the bed.

His breath caught, and he watched her from beneath his lashes.

Her hands went to his shirt, and hovered at the hem.  She looked to him for permission, and he gave a sharp nod for her to continue.  Her lips curled in a siren like smile, and she ran her bare hands up over the blissfully bare skin of his abdomen, taking his shirt with them.

“Merde, Adrien.  You are…hmm.”  She bent and pressed her lips to his stomach, making his skin jump.  She smiled against his navel.  “Ticklish?”

“A little,” he replied on a gasp as her tongue darted into it.

She smiled her siren smile and bent to him again, treating his torso to the same sensual exploration as she had his mouth and neck.  She reached one flat nipple and kissed it experimentally.  She heard his breathing hitch with some surprise.  She hadn’t realized that men might also be more sensitive there.  She felt emboldened.  She did it again, this time drawing her lips over his nipple as if it were ice cream, and simultaneously stroked her hand along the hard ridge below his belt.

He felt as if he’d been sucker punched.  His breath left him on an inarticulate groan as his hips bucked beneath her hand.  “Fuck, Marinette!”

She shot up, yanking her hand away and blushing furiously.  “I’m sorry!  I shouldn’t have—!”  

“Don’t apologize.”  He released his death grip on the blanket and sat up to lean against the wall.  “I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“You don’t mind?”

“God, no.  But, I think maybe we should stop anyway.”  At her pout, he pulled her close with a hand at the back of her neck to press a gentle, comparatively chaste kiss to her swollen mouth, and rested his forehead against hers with a rueful laugh.  “I like having your hands on me just a little too much, Princess.”

She blushed again, and crawled into his lap, sitting with her back to his chest.  “Me, too.”  She giggled, leaning her head back on his shoulder to eye him impishly.  “At least school is out for the summer, now.  We won’t have to fight to keep our hands to ourselves during class.”

He laughed.  "Chloe is going to lose her shit.“

"I kind of think that everyone will lose their shit.”

The End of a Dream (1/1)

Rating: M

Killian and Emma have to wake up in the aftermath of the Wish Realm.

He hasn’t let go of her hand.

From the moment Gideon’s spell lifted and Hook’s arms wrapped around her: hook into hip and chin on forehead, warmth and leather bleeding through around her singing safe-safe-safe into her skin, he hasn’t let her go.

He kept their fingers clasped as she hugged her father, as she held her son. He walked with her to thank August, standing silently beside her metal warming under her grasp.

It’s not like she’s in a huge rush to let him go either.

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I poured myself the biggest glass of red wine, I put Fleetwood Mac on my vinyl, I lit candles, and I legit started praying and looking for a sign. I have this incredible book that Stevie Nicks gave me in 2013 when my boyfriend [Glee co-star Cory Monteith] died. She gave me this art book of hers that she put notes in over the years and song lyrics, and then she rewrote personal notes for me that say things like, “Keep singing, and have faith.” I was looking through this book and praying that there was an answer in it, somewhere. And there was something in there that said, “The only thing that matters is you, and who you are.” That’s what I’ve been trying to do with this whole record – just connect to me and where I’m from. [The message led Michele to frantically call her best friend, fellow Broadway star Jonathan Groff.] I was like, “What’s something from our time in New York — a word, or a phrase, or something that is from theater, or from us?” And he said, “What about ‘Places?’” When you’re on Broadway, you get your 30-minute call, then your 15-minute call. You hear “Places everyone!” And that means it’s showtime.
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Darren Criss & Brother Chuck Talk New, 'Unapologetically Fun' Alt-Pop Project, Computer Games

Darren Criss was always destined to make a career out of music. He studied the violin from age 5 well into his teenage years, picking up other instruments along the way, while also pursuing a love for musical theater. But he credits his own musical endeavors to the environment in which he grew up – particularly his older brother, Chuck, who brought other musical interests to the table especially when they were in high school.

“Music has always been the backbone of our relationship and our household,” Darren tells Billboard. “We both had a voracious appetite for music, but I think high school is when we started playing together and being to communicate on a level that changed everything. I think the kind of music we played is probably loud garage rock, because we were just playing in the basement.”

Once they graduated, though, the Criss brothers decided to take their own paths. Darren independently released a solo EP, Human, in July 2010, just months before debuting in his breakthrough role as dreamy choir head Blaine Anderson on Fox’s hit musical dramedy Glee, while Chuck found a home in New York City and became a founding member of indie-rock fivesome Freelance Whales.

With Glee seeing its end in 2015 and Freelance Whales’ most recent album hailing from 2012, both Criss brothers were itching to do something new musically – so they thought, why not relive the days of the brotherly collaborations? And come March 8, 2017, behold, the Criss alt-pop project Computer Games.

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