good heart not wanting to kill anyone and playing the game his own way

Prince Aladdin

i just rewatched aladdin with the roommates and it got me thinking

aladdin wishes to be made a prince, but all genie does is get him a lot of stuff and money. that’s not what a prince is. a prince is the son of the king, someone in line for the throne. someone with a lot of money is just - rich. so what i think is:

genie goes okay, that’s a big one - and i can do it! but not on my own, not if you want to do it right. not if you truly want a chance to marry your princess for real, as a prince. and aladdin is a foolish, moral, kind boy - and he agrees. he’s fallen in love with jasmine, an innocent all encompassing love, and he’ll do anything for this sweet, clever girl he only knew for a few hours. so genie takes him across the desert, far from agrabah, and plops right in the middle of a skirmish and is like okay, good luck! and aladdin is like ?????

but there’s assholes with swords attacking a young girl, and aladdin doesn’t even have to think about that, just like when he stood in front of the whip for those little kids. there are three men against him, but he’s fast and clever and has been against a dozen trained palace guards. so it’s not easy to get out of there alive, especially with the little girl to protect, but he manages it with only a thin slice on his upper arm, and he’s endured worse for less. so he picks up the little girl and says “i think we should get out of here, hmm?” and she’s in a pretty red silk getup with tiny jewels encrusted on her like stars against sunset. and she nods and throws her arms around his neck. she won’t talk, only points in the direction of home, but aladdin’s okay with that, he’s used to quiet, scared kids. so he keeps up a steady stream of stories of agrabah, which seems almost like this other desert land. but there are more men with swords and aladdin is like what the fuck is going on, but he hides the girl in a corner and fights them too. and that’s how it goes all the way home. there’s no one on the streets really, and they all scatter when the men attack, and they keep on attacking, he fights his way all the way through the city with the girl on his hip or hidden away.

and he should have known, of course, but he was tired and bruised and bleeding by the time he realized the little girl is silently guiding him to the palace and he’s like why can’t you princesses stay inside??? but he walks up and the guards get one look at the child in his arms and whisk him through and multiple people try to take the girl away but she won’t budge from him, a stubborn pout to her lips as her hands remained locked behind his neck. and he’s finally tossed into a throne room where a tall old man is sitting in agony and two young men pace in front of him, each at least a decade older than aladdin. “they’ve taken our sister!” one of the younger men hiss, “i don’t care about their power or their connections, they’ve taken esfir, and we must go get her!”

“uh,” he clears his throat, “hi?”

and all three men whirl on him and the old man stumble-runs to him. esfir finally lets go of aladdin to picked up and twirled around by her father. the two men are rahim and shapur and they look in wonder at this dirty boy of fifteen who’s returned the girl to them, and he speaks with an accent and clearly is not from here and they get the story from him - he’s traveled across the desert because those in his own country want him dead. “you know,” rahim says as the king clutches at esfir in desperate relief, “you could have held her for ransom. you almost died saving her, and we would have paid handsomely to have her returned safely.”

and aladdin gives him a flat disapproving look, appearing in this moment four times his age, and says “people are not objects or bargaining chips. especially not lost little girls.” and rahim and shapur share an impressed conspiring look and they each grab one of his arms and lead him away. “hey! what are you -”

“do be quiet little brother,” shapur says cheerfully, “we really have to get you out of your rags.”

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Crossing Lines: Arrow 5x19 Review (Dangerous Liaisons)

If 5x19 is indicative of the final four episodes of Season 5, then we are in for one hell of a ride. 

After setting Oliver and Felicity off into trajectories, Arrow returns to the center as Felicity’s relationship with Helix come to a head. Original Team Arrow is splintered as Felicity aligns herself against Oliver and Diggle. Smoak versus Arrow is more than just Felicity going head to head with those who know and love her best. It’s about diving into Felicity’s real motivations. Sure, we were told Felicity’s grief over Billy is pushing her over the edge 

(keep singing that tune Arrow), but we knew there was more. The truth is, Felicity’s motivations haven’t strayed too far from center after all.

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The Wrong Tickets

Summary: Your friend buys plane tickets for the two of you, but she accidentally makes you sit apart from each other. That means you have to sit next to a stranger

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 3,820 words

Warning: Swearing, Fluff 

Originally posted by seabasschino

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Written Secrets

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

A/N: Hi, my birthday is the 1st and that is very close and I’m excited. thank you. 

Summary: Bucky had naughty dreams about reader and he writes them down. Big mistake Buckaroo. Totally inspired by @bucky-sempai ‘s anon ask. 

Bucky had his secrets, quite a few of them actually. And that was common knowledge to anyone who knew him. What they didn’t know was when Steve brought him and his little journals to the compound, the things he wrote to the journal changed drastically. For Bucky’s defence, he did have different journals for different things he had remembered; he had a journal for memories he had stumbled upon and a journals for the dreams he had. After living in the compound a for a long time and developing a good friendship with Agent Y/N, Bucky found himself writing down his fantasies about her. It was like his safe place, a safe place he could write down inappropriate things in peace.

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A Dangerous Game

Betty closed her eyes as she leaned out the bus window, the cool breeze felt good on her flushed cheeks and she pulled her hair from the ridiculously tight ponytail. Looking to her right she smiled at the pair beside her, an older couple, the man had his arm securely wrapped around the woman and she was fast asleep on his shoulder, his own eyes shut as he rested on the top of her forehead.

The bus came to an abrupt stop and she tugged her leather jacket tighter around her body, she turned to the sleeping couple as she was getting out of her seat, gently tapping the mans shoulder

“I don’t mean to be nosy but I think I heard you mention Riverdale being your stop? Well, we’re here. I didn’t want you to sleep through it.” She shrugged with a weak smile.

“Oh thank heavens! That’ll be the second time this week! Thanks darlin’ my names Pop, Pop Tate.” He gathered his things as the older woman gushed over Bettys long blonde hair. As soon as they got off the bus Pop Tate smiled

“I own the Diner just down the road, Pops, you stop by anytime for a free milkshake.” He winked at her and his wife squeezed her shoulder

“I’ll have to take you up on that, thanks so much.” She waved at their retreating backs, she wasn’t used to people being so friendly, normally the huge Serpent emblazoned on her jacket was enough to send anyone the opposite way.

Betty Cooper was a legacy, her mother was the leader of a chapter of the Southside Serpents, she ran the Toledo gang. Betty was a prominent member of the gang and was a shoe in to take over leadership when her mother passed it on, that’s what brought her here to Riverdale

The town with Pep.

The Riverdale South Side Serpents were in some type of trouble, apparently they were being dragged into some small town Drug ring and gang members were being killed and arrested. Betty could still see the tears in her mothers eyes when the news came that Viper had been found dead in a motel room, if that wasn’t enough one of her closest friends F.P jones had been arrested. Gladys came running through the bar doors late one Friday night sobbing begging Alice to help her husband.

That’s where Betty came in, it was her job to investigate the town, she needed to find out who was behind the heroin and she needed to report back to her mother, it was almost somewhat of a final test, if she could help out Riverdale she would be ready to take over the Toledo Serpents.

Finding the Southside was as easy as she expected, the familiar looking trailers and stray dogs reminded her so much of home she instantly felt her shoulders relax. She took a deep breath and walked through the bar, the door slamming against the wall as everyone went silent about a hundred eyes turning to her.

Betty straightened her back and crossed her arms, her most intimidating smile playing across her features. Out of the crowd came a burly, muscular man she knew very well.

“Baby Betty Cooper, my very favorite niece” the older man smiled down at her, dropping an arm around her shoulder, she grinned up at him and squirmed under his arm. Instantly the murmurs began

“That’s her!”
“That’s Alice’s daughter”
“She’s here about the drugs”
“She’s hot as shit!”

Betty rolled her eyes and laughed
“Nice to see you too uncle Hause, but don’t call me baby Betty.” She mock glared at him and he laughed heartily, clapping his hands he drew all the attention to himself

“Listen up Serpents, this here is Betty Cooper, I’m sure by now you all know what she’s here for. I want you all to treat her with the utmost respect, I’m looking at you jovan.” He said pointedly at the drooling young man in front. “Betty is Alice Coopers daughter so if you know what’s good for you, you’ll treat her like the diamond she is” he ruffled her hair and nudged her forward, encouraging her to speak.

Betty cleared her throat and began the speech she had prepared

“I’m here to help you all, no matter where we’re from Serpents are all a family. I’m gonna find out who’s putting us in danger and I’m gonna stop it, I can promise you that. Because… no one messes with a snake.” She finished darkly, sending the entire bar into room shaking cheers, she smiled proudly and turned to her uncle

“I’m looking for F.Ps son, I have to talk to him.” She said quietly “who is he?”

“That would be me.”

Whipping around Betty came face to face with the most attractive thing she had ever seen in her life, dark black waves and light blue eyes all wrapped up in a leather jacket. James Dean eat your heart out, he seemed to be just as interested in her as she was in him, he stood before her, his eyes surveying every inch of her.

“Betty Cooper” she stuck her hand out, he took it quickly, gripping her fingers with a gentleness she hadn’t seen in a gang member

“Jughead Jones”

“Well I’ll leave you two to it, Lizzy I’ll have aunt charla show you to your trailer after you and the boy have your discussion, oh and Jughead?”

Jughead turned to Hause, still clutching Betty’s hand

“Don’t forget to do your homework,” he warned.

Betty giggled from in front of him and he turned to her with pink stained cheeks
“Yeah yeah yeah” he grumbled, finally pulling his hand free.

Betty slid into a stool at the bar and grinned at the handsome boy

“Alright Jughead Jones, let’s get started.”

Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets/The Most Sacred Oath

I’m guessing you can’t hear me squeal over your own squeals, but I’ll just keep at it a little longer, okay? Okay. 

Man, this episode read like very good fanfiction, and while I’m disappointed Dean never found out Cas used to be a woman (although, they did have a conversation about that, so Steve gets points anyway), everything else was plain amazing. I’m actually tempted to do a recap that’s just shouting words into the void, because, seriously, that would be enough, but - okay, let me watch that thing again and then I’ll write a proper meta.


Okay.

(Deep breath.)

So, let’s get one thing out of the way: we already know why this story works so damn well, but it’s worth saying it one more time, because this is what the whole episode was about.

A human and an angel: not meant to be.

Ishim said humans are dangerous to angels, and I agree with him: if angels want to understand humans, to truly become friends with them, to live among them - well - look at what’s that done to Cas. Caring about humans is, apparently, different than caring about another angel; it forces you to give up something deep inside yourself. You become - weaker, unhappy. Doubt-ridden. Trapped between two worlds, and fit for neither. And as for humans - if they truly wish to get closer to angels - to speak their language, to know enough about their magic and weapons to be able help them when they’re in trouble or hurt - that literally costs them their souls.

It’s a tragedy. It’s doomed.

But, of course, it’s not completely hopeless. What would be the point of writing a love story if you know from the start nothing can never happen at all? No - love can conquer all, and this episode dangled it in front of us - the angel who chose humanity, who tried to defend the person he loved from his own brothers, and the human who was fascinated with angels and knew enough about them to make it work.

(They had a daughter, sort of, and let’s cry about that for the rest of eternity, because can you see it? Dean loves kids, and -)

Anyway. We’ve known for a while that angels - I mean, the price Cas paid for his loyalty to the Winchesters (his love for Dean) - that’s harrowing. But this idea that humans need to sacrifice their soul to become closer to angels - thanks for that, Steve. I’m fine.

And surely, at this point, there is no other way this could end? Because what Sam and Cas share - yeah, that’s what friendship looks like, but Dean and Cas - right. And so Cas went and said it (“You mean too much to me.”) and Dean just holed up in his room for the rest of the week? He never said a word to Cas? And, Jesus, Cas thinks Dean’s angry? At him? I’m glad this, at least, was spelled out clearly, because apparently some people still don’t get it and read Dean’s emotions at face value and no, Dean was not angry - he was worried out of his damn mind, and he’s got reason to be, because Cas still doesn’t fucking get it: “I don’t regret what I did, even if it costs me my life”.

The idiot - the useless, fucking idiot.

(“Smelly. Dirty. Twice the worry about getting ganked.”)

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TFP and the drink code, a.k.a. John truly hates himself - Mycroft Edition

[This post is my first addendum to the drink code after being written, in light of new canon content. (I wrote the drink code in July 2015. And yes, I didn’t write about TAB because the “CONFIRMED” was pretty obvious).]

One thing that has become clear about S4 is that is false af, and whatever you believe it’s happening there, you also know there’s meaning behind all that fuckiness.  I like the “TFP is John’s Bisexual Bunker Nightmare while dying” theory (and this meta is largely based on that assumption), but even if you believe in something else going on, the symbolism remains. 

We’ve seen John drinking through S4. As a matter of fact, he  is the only one seen drinking in the two episodes before TFP. Or one of his mirrors. Molly has a champagne flute when Baby Rosie is born, he drinks red wine while looking at the camera (fucky…), Vivian Norbury is said to be sort of an alcoholic… It seems alcoholic beverages were used in S4 as an indicator of John’s inner emotions.

So I expected to see him drinking in TFP.  But no. I noticed there’s only one sight of alcohol in TFP. At the first two minutes of TFP, we have Mycroft like this:

Drink code says when a character drinks whisky, they’re scared and are looking for some “liquid courage” (As TAB later confirmed).

If you consider TFP being John’s bisexual Bunker nightmare, everyone in it represents a part of him. The fact Mycroft is the only person drinking in TFP is a sign to indicate something not common in the show’s narrative: Mycroft will serve as a mirror for John. A mirror for that part of his personality that has been in charge of repressing his bisexuality. A mirror working during most of the episode and that could certainly explain why Mycroft is so out of character in TFP.

The drink code just makes it clear that the part represented by Mycroft is scared and looking for some sort of control.

So, what is he scared of? And what does that fear mean?

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Happy (A Boyf Riends One-Shot)

Notes: I spent FOREVER on this. And I know it’s very clunky at parts. But I hope you enjoy this.

WARNING: LOTS OF MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM AND SUICIDE ATTEMPTS

Michael always thought that you should be happy with yourself and who you are. Who cared what other people thought? As long as you, yourself, was happy. Why the hell did it matter?

Which he knew that this kind of out-look on life wasn’t shared by his best friend. But Michael understood. It’s easy to see what others think and ignore yourself. That didn’t mean that Michael didn’t try to change that.

So what? They were losers. Weren’t well liked, weren’t popular. To Michael he was just happy to be himself and to have Jeremy. Jeremy was the best person in the world. Michael knew that the day that Jeremy defended him all those years ago.

Michael could always be himself around Jeremy. That he could tell Jeremy anything. Jeremy didn’t care that Michael was living by himself, that he was gay, or that he was Filipino. So in turn, Michael accepted himself.

But when Jeremy fell out of the formula, Michael didn’t expect that the equation would break completely.

Jeremy got what he wanted, his own formula, the squib. Jeremy had gotten what he wanted. And Michael couldn’t lie with the fact that he was glad that Jeremy was happy.

Jeremy was better off without him? So be it. Michael could live with that. Michael could live with being the loser. But as the days went on. He would periodically check his phones for texts. Weeks, he would somehow show up to his house after school before turning back. Months of him just trying to TALK TO-

So, it turns out being the loser wasn’t as great without someone being one with you. Michael always considered himself lucky to have a friend as cool as Jeremy. But it looked like that luck ran out for him.

It always seemed to do that.

Now, Michael doing research wasn’t because he thought Jeremy would come back to him. Well, mostly. He knew Jeremy was changing himself. To be chill. And those moments when Jeremy looked like a single bit like himself, there would be a second of shock. Then Jeremy would be sitting straighter, voice lowering, and barely have his eyes open. Not giving a care about the world around him.

He also began to notice Jeremy not eating as much as he used to. Sure, Michael was barely at lunch or the rest of the day anymore (spending it at 7/11 rather than sitting next to a lab partner who ignored you sounded a lot better). But was it possible for Jeremy to get any skinner than he was?

So it started with just asking once, curiously, cautiously, on a server. But then it grew, the stories, the news articles. It was all there. No more bullshitting. Michael didn’t care anymore about having his best friend back. He just wanted him ALIVE AND-

Well, it never seems to work that way. Sneaking to the party? Easy. But talking to Jeremy again was the hardest thing he had to do. And no preparation could’ve helped him with what happened.

“Get out of my way.”

“Or what?”

“Move out of my way. Loser.”

Loser.

With a capital L.

A title.

He was no longer Michael, no longer His Favorite Person, no longer Player One.

Loser.

Michael used to always think you should be happy with yourself. But what was even the point if not even your best friend liked you anymore?

He wished that he burned along with the house.

He wished that the firefighters hadn’t find him.

He wished that Jeremy would’ve came to see if he was even alright.

If Michael died, maybe someone would give a damn.

But Michael didn’t die, but he tried. The burns covered his arms, they didn’t even look natural anymore. It didn’t really matter though, his arms were already ugly enough before.

But he was surprised to see Rich at the hospital the day that Michael was allowed to go home. Rich was a mess. He looked around nervously, his body tensing several times a minute, despite being in a full cast. Michael could see all the pain in his eyes, his face.

Michael then remembered his Mountain Dew Red, the one he had brought with him to the party. For Jeremy. Still in his pocket.

He remembered walking in, Rich looking at him with panic in his eyes. Michael took off the cap.

“Rich, I know it’s hard for you right now. But I NEED you to swallow this.” Michael said. Rich looked at the bottle, and nodded frantically.

Michael slowly poured the soda into Rich’s mouth. He knew he needed more based on how long he had his Squip. Drinking half the bottle, before his head snapping down. Michael almost freaking out when Rich let out a huge yell. He backed away as nurses came to check on him, taking this as his opportunity to leave.

Michael hoped Jeremy wouldn’t end up like that.

Michael didn’t care for the medicine they gave him. Let his arms rot. It’s nothing compared to what he feels already. It didn’t really matter anyway.

It turns out that no one knew that it was him who was left in the house that night. More people were focused on Rich and about him not being drunk when he set the place on fire. Really, Michael didn’t give them a reason to notice. He showed up to school that next Monday morning, big red hoodie covering his new burns. Jeremy didn’t spare him even a look. Michael didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed.

But somehow despite his ignorance to his medicine, they already healed within two weeks. Well, healed to be scars a color paling to his skin that he knew would be there forever. But as he stared at his horrid limbs, he saw the almost ruined pacman tattoo. He was surprised to even see it intact. But faded, and holes in the yellow face.

Michael knew that Jeremy always wore those long sleeves to cover his half. Who knows, he might’ve gotten it removed by now. Michael wouldn’t be surprised. It was all just pointless now. The tattoo, the video games, their friendship, his silly little-

No. It was all worthless. Worthless to Jeremy. Worthless to him. So worthless… y'know? Michael was tired of looking at it, his arms were damaged enough anyway. While he was at it, needed to burn some stuff too.

But Michael didn’t expect to see Jeremy’s dad. He didn’t know how he knew but he just, he had to get rid of it, rid of all of it. Rid of all the memories, the emotions, the feelings. He had to get rid of-

Jeremy.

God, Michael just knew that he loved that boy more he could ever love himself. He had to get up, get his pants on. He knew that maybe Jeremy would never feel the same. But Michael had to support him.

Michael kept one new bottle of Mountain Dew Red with him. Even as he walked into the auditorium, sitting in the front row. Michael wasn’t looking forward to him trying to talk to Jeremy again after the show. But he was excited to see Jeremy in the show. He bet Jeremy would be great. This was pretty good for a school play.

Too good.

Jeremy!

Before Michael had time to think about what he was doing, he got out of his seat and ran to one of the doors that led backstage. He couldn’t help but shout to his appearance, was he high? Maybe. But Jeremy’s face and hearing his own name on Jeremy’s lips. Made Michael the happiest he had been in months.

But Michael didn’t expect Jeremy to run after him. He thought he was gonna get one of Jeremy’s special hugs that Michael hadn’t had in so long and-

“Look out!” He heard Jeremy yell. He snapped out of his thoughts as he moved to see that Jeremy was trying to push him.

“Dude! What the hell?” Michael questioned.

“It’s my Squip dude!” Michael didn’t know how happy hearing the word ‘dude’ could make him.

“What do you want me to do?” Michael asked.

“Get me to drink it! Force it!” Jeremy yelled coming closer. His walk, however, was powerful unlike Jeremy. The way Jeremy’s body held himself scared Michael to taking a step back. But Jeremy grabbed his arm. Michael winced, almost dropping the bottle, pain shooting up him as Jeremy’s hand held him in tight grip.

“Michael? What’s wro-” but suddenly Jeremy’s face stopped. It was his face, but Jeremy wasn’t there. This face was confident, sneaky, and not anyone Michael had seen before.

“So, it was you. I had my suspicions, but best friend killing himself over a fight? A little cliche if you ask me.” The voice, it wasn’t Jeremy’s. Michael almost had tears coming out from the pain he was in.

“Y-you bastard.” Michael muttered.

“Imma cut you a deal. If you drop that bottle, I’ll give you what you want. Everything you wish for.” The voice said.

“W-wish?” Michael asked.

“Ah, Michael, Michael. Don’t think I didn’t notice. I may have had Jeremy blocking you, but I could see it. You love him.” Michael didn’t say anything, he needed to focus.

“I can give him to you.” Focus. Pull away, you need to save him-

“Michael.” Suddenly, everything was frozen. It was his voice. In that tone that Jeremy used when he talked about-

“Michael.” His face, so relaxed. So happy to be here. With him. The grip on his arm loosing. Another hand coming up to his face.

“Mikey, I…” That nickname, he hadn’t used it since they were kids! He didn’t know that he missed it so much!-

“I love you.” God. I was like everything Michael hoped for. Wanted. Dreamed.

“Jer…” Michael didn’t notice the many tears streaming down his face.

“Put the bottle down Michael… lets go get stoned in your basement!” He smiled, his grin… it was… off. It wasn’t as big. His eyes, almost too green and not enough blue. His hand on his cheek not having the slightest of shakiness.

This. Wasn’t Jeremy.

And it broke Michael’s heart in more ways than one.

“Mikey…?” It sounded so confused and worried…

Michael brought his hand to Jeremy’s. Held it, trying to memorize the feeling. It warmth. “I’m so sorry Jer-Bear… God, you almost lost me.”

“Michael?”

But before anyone knew it, Michael twisted the cap off took Jeremy by the neck and put the bottle to his lips. Michael stared forcefully into Jeremy’s eyes.

“Jeremy! If you can hear me!! Swallow it!!!” He felt Jeremy’s hands take his arm again. Squeezing it tightly as Michael let out a yell of pain.

“Jer!! C'mon!! I know you are in there! Snap out of it!!!!” Jeremy’s eyes for that slight second flickered blue as he heard Jeremy swallow, then going limp.

Taking the bottle from his lips. Both of them collapsing, Jeremy on top of Michael. Then, Jeremy shooting straight up, and like many other students letting off a scream. All Michael do was hold Jeremy close before the ambulance came to get him.

The couple of days that Jeremy was in the hospital, Michael didn’t want to see him. All the guilt. God, he almost let everyone get Squipped because of his silly little crush.

God, he didn’t deserve to live.

But his legs carried him to his room anyway. To see him. He wanted to hold that hand again. But he couldn’t. Jeremy, Squiped or not, had a better life without him. But the one day that Jeremy woke up, Michael couldn’t resist coming over.

“Dude, what happened?” Jeremy asked.

What happened indeed, Michael needed to skip that part. “Oh man, it was genius! They were communicating with each other - they were linked! Which means… when you consider the kind of high frequency sonic disturbance needed to wipe a system that powerful…”

“Michael. My head still hurts.” Oh. Maybe not that much detail.

“Right, ah… turns out we didn’t have to destroy every Squip. Just the one. And the rest… boom boom boom!” Michael said imitating explosions. Hoping to make Jeremy at least smile.

Jeremy didn’t, he looked at Michael with a confused look that made Michael question if he was remembering what happened.

“I don’t get it. After everything I did…” Michael’s hand immediately went to his arm to rub it softly. He could still feel each scar through his sweater. “You were still there for me. Why?”

Because I love you.

“I can’t take all the credit.” Michael forced himself to say. “Your dad can be shockingly persuasive.”

“My dad?”

Michael was glad to see Jeremy’s dad wearing pants. Having a serious discussion with his son until…

“… Who is this Christine person?”

Right. Christine.

The one, Jeremy, he…

Right.

“H-hey Jer? M-Mr. Heere? I g-gotta go.”

“What? Where?” Jeremy asked, surprised.

Michael took a deep breath, and gave a smile. “I’ll see you later Jer.” And walked out before anyone could stop him.

Michael was surprised on how easily the school could fix itself. How just a week later, it was like nothing ever happened. Sometimes Michael wished he could do that.

And he could, he had to. This is Jeremy’s first day back. Just be Michael Mell.

“Michael!” He turned to see him, Jeremy wearing his favorite sweater and shirt. It made Michael very happy inside.

“Jeremy! My man, how you feeling?” Michael asked. The way that Jeremy’s face lit up, Michael knew he must’ve been doing something right.

And he was.

They were friends again. And it was like nothing changed. Well, almost. Jeremy still liked to hangout with the cool kids. Which was fine, Jeremy was not on the bottom anymore. Michael was happy about that. But he couldn’t deny that he was much happier with the fact that Jeremy mostly just spent time with him. Like when they decided to play video games almost every day after school.

“And I think Brooke and Chole are thing? I don’t really know.” Jeremy did like to talk about the cool kids. Michael didn’t really mind… but he just didn’t know what to say about it.

“Then… um… go ask if they are dating? Or ask Jake and Rich? I don’t know what to tell you dude.” Michael said.

“I guess you are right. But, I don’t wanna be rude.” Jeremy being nervous was a welcoming sight for Michael. He was glad that he was back to normal.

“C'mon dude, they’re your friends. I’m sure they’ll understand.” Michael said putting a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder in comfort. Jeremy smiled his small smile that made Michael’s heart beat slightly faster.

“Hey, there having this celebration that Rich is finally getting out of the hospital. Wanna come?” Jeremy asked.

Michael pulled his arm back, and turned to pick up a controller. “I don’t know Jer, I not really friends with them.” He shrugged.

“Rich likes you. He… said that you helped him.” Jeremy said.

“Oh…” Michael remembered the memory coming back. “Yeah, it was the least I could do. I had a bottle on me and-”

“Why were you at the hospital?” Jeremy asked, he seemed nervous to ask. As if this was something he was meaning to ask before.

“I… was just…” Michael tried to find some excuse.

“Michael…” Jeremy said.

It was almost like when he said it when-

“Was what the Squip said true?” Michael froze. The controller going ridged in his hands.

“Y-you remember that?” He asked.

“Michael.” No, he couldn’t get distracted, he had to…

“J-jer, I was j-just there. I helped him out. E-end of story.”

“Mikey…” Michael felt himself freeze again.

“D-don’t use t-that name against me J-jer. D-don’t.” Michael said as he put the controller down with shaky hands. He then stood up from the bean bag.

“I’ll g-go get s-some food ok?”

“Michael, no.” Suddenly Jeremy stood up and grabbed his arm. It wasn’t tight, but Michael still let out a hiss mixed of the slight pain and surprise.

“Michael? What happened? What aren’t you telling me?!” Jeremy said.

“Jeremy, it’s not your problem. It’s just my stupid-” but before Michael could say more, Jeremy lifted the sleeve of his hoodie and-

“Oh god.” He only lifted it to his elbow. But you could clearly see the damage.

The scars from the fire and the scars from his pocket knife that he kept now in his room. Jeremy gently held his arm.

“Please tell me that this… is the worse of it.” Jeremy pleaded. God he was so innocent. Taking his left arm, no. That was the one that didn’t have…

Michael’s tears then leaked out. Man, was he that weak? To hurt himself just because his best friend called him a… a…

“You remember… they mentioned someone being in the house… after the…”

“Michael, you didn’t-”

Michael looked to the floor.

“Michael, tell me the Squip was lying! Y-you were locked in there! Y-you weren’t t-trying to…”

Michael swallowed.

“Oh god Michael.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What the hell do you have to sorry for!?” Jeremy looked into Michael’s eyes. Tears spilling out, if only Michael had just-

“God damn it, this is all my fault!” Jeremy said, looking to his arm.

“Jeremy, it was my-”

“Let me see the rest of them.”

Michael held a breath, but knew he couldn’t deny the request.

Michael took his arm away from Jeremy, to zip down his red hoodie to reveal only a black tank top. Taking off his hoodie.

Now Michael couldn’t deny his slightly muscled arms. But that didn’t matter, they were destroyed with the pale scars that now decorated his body. And the darker scars that more towards his wrist. He held them out to his best friend for 12 years. He looked to the ground, nor bearing with the look that Jeremy probably had on his face.

Michael felt Jeremy’s warm hands caress his right arm. He knew that he wouldn’t find what he was looking for. All that was left would be the bits of yellow of what pacman used to be.

He the warmth disappear but could feel Jeremy walk between his arms until Michael could see Jeremy’s shoes only a couple inches from his. He then felt a warm hand on his cheek. He brought his eyes to Jeremy’s face as Jeremy’s other hand grabbed his hand.

Michael still had tears streaming down his cheeks to his neck, but Jeremy didn’t seem to care.

“I’m sorry.” Jeremy whispered.

“It was my mistake Jer, I did this to myself.” Michael said quietly. Bringing his other hand to where Jeremy’s was. Holding it.

“But I called you a-”

“Don’t say it. Please.”

“…”

“But, I’m sorry.” Michael said.

“What could you even be sorry for?” Jeremy asked with a hallow chuckle.

“I almost… dropped the soda Jer. I almost caused the freaking apocalypse.” Michael took a deep breath. “Just because he was saying all those things.”

“Michael…”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“I-I thought it was so easy-”

“Why would you ever think that?!” Michael gripped Jeremy’s hands slightly. “You calling me that, in the same voice that you use when you talk about…”

“About?”

“Christine.” Jeremy was silent. “Jeremy I couldn’t handle it, I would’ve done it. Believed him. Saying that I could have you. God… I’m so selfish. You even said that you…”

“Michael…”

“You said that you loved me.” Michael whispered. “I could’ve thrown everything away just because you said that. God Jer. I’m so pathetic.” He loosened his hold so he could pull his hand away.

“No! You’re not.” Jeremy said, gripping his hand even tighter. “I almost just let him take over me. Because he made you so happy…”

“No… it was never him. The moment I realize led it was when he smiled. It wasn’t you. And… I just couldn’t live with it.” Michael said, looking into Jeremy’s blue, so blue eyes. “I couldn’t live without you.”

Jeremy didn’t say anything as he stared back at him. But before Michael could say anything else. Jeremy pushes likely to his toes to reach his lips.

Michael was surprised, but closed his eyes to enjoy the sweet moment.

But a moment became more as Jeremy moved his hands to his neck and opened his mouth slightly. Michael bringing his arms around Jeremy’s back, bringing him closer.

It was everything Michael dreamed of and more, he didn’t want to pull away just in case this was some cheap prank. It didn’t matter that his big glasses were pinching to his face, but that Jeremy was sucking on his bottom lip, letting out tiny moans, and playing with Michael’s hair.

But soon enough, Jeremy pulled away. Michael didn’t know how out-of-breath he was until it ended. Almost gasping for air. But it looked like Jeremy felt the same way.

“Michael… Mikey…” Jeremy chuckled. “I thought you hated that nickname.”

“No, it was just that other kids…”

“Hey. I get it.” He smiled, “I can’t live without you either. I’m sorry it took me forever to realize that.”

“Well, it looks like you’ll have forever to make it up to me.” Michael said, slightly pulling Jeremy closer.

“That I do.” And smashed there lips together again.

Michael wasn’t happy with himself, and it would take a long time for him to be. He cared about what people thought. But who cares? As long as Jeremy was there. Why the hell did it matter?

Endgame part 2 - Jughead x Reader

A/N: IT’S HERE MY LOVES, SORRY I TOOK A WHILE BEEN BUSY AND SUCH. I hope you like it xoxo (YES THERE WILL BE A 3) Part one here

Warnings: Drinking, fighting, kisses and angst 

Word count: 1491


“That’s my girl” Kevin and Veronica said at the same time, “Okay well, let’s get going then, shall we?” Archie asked.

“Lets” you replied.


You walked up to Cheryls house, the party was loud meaning there would be no time for thinking about what happened in your room.

“Y/N” Ronnie said, gesturing for Kevin and Archie to go into the party, “We’ll be in in a minute” you said with a smile. “Yes Ronnie?” your attention now on the raven haired girl, “I’m really sorry about Jughead and Betty..” she began, you cut her off, “V, I know you like Betty, I’m sorry you had to see that too. We’ll be better off without them” you said as you pulled Veronica in for a hug.

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Invisible, Chapter One

Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?

Invisible Masterlist - Previous Chapter

A/N: No Dean&Sam in the series yet.  No warnings.  I hope you enjoy! :)

word count: ~1140

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You’re On (Sirius Black x Slytherin Reader)

“Can you please write a real fluffy sirius x slytherin reader imagine? Where they hate each other at first but as the years go by they come to like each other? REALLY like each other haha. Thank you for your amazing writings btw I am obsessed xx” omg thank you so much!!! i loved this prompt and i hope it exceeds expectations! xx

You sighed as you felt a raindrop land on your forehead as you looked up to the skies, you were supposed to be getting ready for Quidditch practice, but seeing as how it was starting to rain you almost skipped out but you knew that the rest of your team would hex you if you did. I’m so over this childish rivalry, I just wanna be wrapped up in my blankets…

You had an upcoming match with none other than Gryffindor, as a Slytherin you were less than thrill because this meant extra practices, which meant less free time for naps. Nevertheless, you mounted your broom and started doing some laps as you waited for the rest of your team.

“Say, Y/N, if you fall, would you land on your feet?” a voice called out from the bleachers. You rolled your eyes and flipped off Sirius Black with your hand that was also holding your bat. Just great, you thought, he here to watch your team’s practice with his little posse, and the rest of the Gryffindor team. It wasn’t unusual for the other team to come and watch their competition during practice, it was mostly annoying because they would try to distract them, and now that Sirius was there with them, it meant that you would be his number one target.

You and Sirius were both in the same year, but you had never gotten along with the long haired boy, even when you were little, you two would bicker endlessly, driving both of your mother’s crazy. You were the only child from a very prominent pure blood family, and just like Sirius’s family, blood status was incredibly important to your parents. You remember watching Sirius’s sorting ceremony, how you gasped when he was sorted into Gryffindor whereas you safely sat next with the rest of the important heirs of pure blood families at the Slytherin table.

As far as you could recall, your years at Hogwarts with Sirius were less than amicable.

First year was spent throwing dirty glances towards one another, bumping into their shoulder a little too harshly when walking down the hall and of course, nicknaming each other some ridiculous named that would leave both parties grinding their teeth. He dubbed you Princess of Slytherin, and how you hated it. To get even with him, you call him Goldie Locks. That was four years ago, you were both currently in your fifth year both those names still annoyed you both to the core.

During second year nothing much had changed between the two of you, it wasn’t until third year after spending a summer vacation with the Black family and yours in the country side for a week that Sirius decided to make your life a living hell, and you retaliated.

You were coming back from Quidditch try outs, feeling particularly confident in yourself and how it went. You were turning down a hallway when suddenly there was a loud explosion and the air around you was a very bright and powdery green; you looked down at your hands and you noticed that they were also bright green. You were speechless, completely confused at what had happened before you heard laughter.

“James, don’t you think the Slytherin Princess looks lovely?” Sirius bragged to James, coming down the opposite side of the hallway.

“Sirius Orion Black, you have ten bloody seconds to get this off of me or I’ll hex you so hard, your great grandchildren will feel it.” you hissed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Hmm, I don’t know Princess, green really suits you.” before you could threaten him again he ran down the hallway, James following behind as you were left fuming and green.

 

“Oi, watch where you’re going.” You growled as Sirius bumped into you after Potions.

“And if I don’t? what are you gonna do? Run to mummy and daddy?” he taunted, you scoffed at him.

“What makes you think I’ll willingly talk about your slimy ways with them? We only associate with pure bloods.” you sneered. He said nothing more and left with a dark look on his handsome face. Truth be told, you hated the whole ‘pure blood’ argument, but if it meant getting Sirius off your back for a moment or two, you would swallow your pride and preach a sermon that you’ve always hated. Sirius had embarrassed you countless of times and it was time for you to give him a dose of his own medicine.

During your fourth year, you briefly dated Lucius Malfoy and that seemed to make Sirius go out of his way to intentionally bother you more than before. You would find your books disappearing from your dorm, robes that were discolored and once you spent a whole week with green hair thanks to his prank.

It wasn’t until Lucius ended things with you that the pranks and glares briefly stopped. After the break up, the marauders noticed how Sirius would glance at you more often and how he wouldn’t have a weekly prank just for you.

Sirius had developed feelings for you. He stopped with the cruel pranks, in fact, the last prank that he played on you was transforming into his animagus form. He literally came barreling into the Slytherin common room, grabbed your freshly done Transfigurations essay and ran off with it. You had to fight a dog for your essay and the dog won, ripping it apart. Needless to say, McGonagall didn’t believe you when you told her a dog ate your homework.

By the end of your fourth year, you were beginning to see the messy haired boy as less of a nuance, he didn’t prank you like he used to so now you found his pranks and jokes endearing.

Which brings you back to now, fifth year.

“I can’t believe you dragged us out here just so you could stare at Y/N.” Remus muttered to Sirius as they marauders held to their rain jackets tightly.

“Oh shut up, Moony, a little rain never hurt anyone.”

“Seriously, just ask her out already, you both seem to be mature enough to handle each other outside of a duel without killing each other.”

“Very funny, Prongs, and no, I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

“I wouldn’t consider death glares in between classes something to cherish…” Remus said.

“How about this, if Y/N doesn’t knock out Lucius with a Bludger, I’ll ask her out.”

“Aw come on, you know she dated the git and still has some pent up aggression towards him, it’ll be a miracle if Lucius comes out of this practice without a bruise from Y/N.” James pointed out, but nevertheless, they shook hands with Sirius.

“If you don’t fulfill your end of the bet you have to cut your hair. All of it.” James smirked as Sirius’s eyes widened.

Much to his displeasure, Lucius managed out of practice unscathed. The Marauders pointed towards you as you made your way across the field and towards the locker room. He nervously made his way to you, this was not how he planned asking you out but a bet is a bet and he loved his hair dearly.

You were heading towards the locker room when a hand grabbed your shoulder, making you turn around.

“I guess you’re getting better at blocking me out, huh?” Sirius asked with a smirk.

“I’m in it to win it.” you shrugged.

“How about we make this game a little more interesting…” he trailed off.  You arched an eyebrow, prompting him to go on.

“If Gryffindor wins, you have to go on a date with me.” He declared.

“Is this some sort of joke? Listen if it’s because of what I said last year about being a scum and all that other pureblood nonsense, I’m truly sorry.” You apologized, you saw the look of surprise on his face.

“Wow, I can’t believe you still remember that, I mean I knew you didn’t mean it but that truly showed why you were sorted there, you’re cunning and know how to use your ‘opponent’s’ weakness against them.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. You stifled a laugh.

“I never thought I’d see the day when Sirius Black admitted that I’m smarter than him.” You said good-naturally. He simply shrugged.

“So what do you say?” he asked.

“I swear to Merlin, if this is a joke…”

“I promise you, Y/N, this is not a joke. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Alright Black, you’re on.” You shook hands and felt a spark of electricity as your hand connected with his. Little did you know he felt the same thing.

“Come on let’s get you into something dry, I want to win this fair and square.” He said leading you inside the castle.

The days leading up the match were some of the most nerve wracking ones you’ve ever lived. Part of you was confused on these new found feelings for Sirius and the rest of you was hoping that Gryffindor would win.

You began to notice Sirius more and more; how his eyes would crinkle when he laughed or how he would doodle on the corner of his parchment during Charms. More than once you caught him staring at you which prompted you to blush. Who would’ve thought you would be crushing on your former enemy, but I guess it’s true what they say, people change.

The day of the match finally arrived and your team was ready to win, the game began and the stakes were set high. You wanted to win just to rub it in their faces but at the same time you did wanted to go on a date with Sirius.

The game was one of the closest ones you’ve ever played, you were currently tied and the rest of your team were basically praying for your Seeker to catch the Snitch, but lo and behold, Gryffindor catches the Snitch and wins the match.

Your team congratulated them bitterly, although Lucius flat out refused to acknowledge their victory. The field was soon filled with the rest of the students, a sea of green and scarlet running towards both teams, congratulations and laments were exchanged.

Amidst the commotion you didn’t notice Sirius coming up behind you, a pair of strong arms circled around your frame and spun you around.

“I believe you owe me a date.” Sirius exclaimed as he set you down, grinning. You laughed merrily. You looked up at him and acting on the rush of adrenaline from the game, you stood on your tip toes and kissed him softly. You could tell he was surprised but without missing a beat, he kissed you back, cupping your face with his hands.

You both broke apart after a few moments, smiling at each other.

I guess you were the first Slytherin to ever be thankful for losing a match against Gryffindor.

A-Z NSFW: Ten

Originally posted by cihttaphon

Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this.

A = Aftercare 
Ten is such an angel, he can’t rest after you’re finished until he knows you’re okay, comfortable, and happy. He’s out the bed faster than you can catch your breath and returning with a warm rag and some water because he ‘wore you out, you need to rehydrate’ before he will even allow you to cuddle up to him and go to sleep.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 
Ten has an almost unreal obsession with your eyes, I think he’s a pretty loving…lover…so he likes to keep eye contact, seeing the lust and affection in your eyes, knowing they mimic what you seen in his. Aside the fact he just thinks your eyes are the more beautiful thing he’s ever seen, he can read your emotions like a book, knowing he’s hit the right spot when your eyes widen or when you’re close when they flutter shut. We all knowaside from his noseTen’s dancer hips are where it’s at, and he knows it too. His hips are the main reason that he gets to see the look of pleasure cloud your eyes, his hips play a huge part in his dancing that he’s pretty proud of, why wouldn’t that carrying over to the horizontal tango, right?

C = Cum 
Ten’s a pretty passionate lover, he doesn’t voice this but he thinks it’s kind of degrading to just…jizz all over you for no reason, 9/10 he’ll cum in you/the condom #RubberUpForDanKids. Then it’s his unspoken job to make sure he’s cleaned you well before you carry on with your day, 

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
Ten’s not a dirty boy by nature, he’s pretty sweet and innocent, and that’s how the majority of your relationship is; sweet and innocent. So the fact that he may or may not have had a rough night, and may or may not have jerked off to one of your completely goofy snapchat pictures is a secret he’ll take to his grave. How could he tell you he touch his dick to a normal picture of you with dog features, c’mon. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
I’m 119% sure Ten is the most innocent baby you’ll ever meet, like this boy seriously gonna get all awkward and look away when some girl popper her booty like cmon…..he’s soft. Even his teacher said he was more interested in dancing than in girls, so I think he’s one of the boys that’s going to be a clean slate and you have to teach him a lot of stuff, mold him into your perfect match.

F = Favorite position
Again, Ten’s pretty much a clean slate when it comes to sex, and he’s the sweetest and most loving boyfriend you could hope to find, he rarely ventures beyond missionary. He likes the full on contact, and being able to look in your eyes, kiss you easily, it’s a comfortable position for both of you. If anything else, he’ll spoon you so he can still hold you, but on the norm, he’s just a missionary guy.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Because Ten is kinda awkward seeing sexy things, and he doesn’t seem like he really has any experience, I imagine he’d be full of nervous giggles the first few times, not really knowing what to do and more focused on listening to what you’re telling him to do than anything. But after he gets the hang of it, I’m sure he’ll still be a ball of fun, he’s kind of a meme too, he can’t even keep the dorky smile off his face while he’d dick popping to Hide And Freak, he’s a dorky mess in the sheets too.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
Like Johnny, we’ve seen his tummy quite a few times and it’s pretty darn clean, not even a trail of hair, so I think he’s pretty cleaned down there too. Plus I think I’ve even seen pics where he had no pit hair either…like he waxed or shaved his armpits….so yeah, he’s a clean baby.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Ten is that boyfriend that is THE boyfriend you want, he’s got matching couple cases with Johnny, c’mon he’d be the cutest, sweetest bf ever. He’d treat you like royalty, after he may or may not have watched one too many romance movies, it’s not uncommon for him to at the very least have soft music playing and mood lighting, even candles decorating the bathroom when he decides you need a relaxing bath that he so happens to join. He’s not much of a PDA guy, so he goes all out with his love expressions here, to let you know how much he really loves you and appreciates you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
Ten’s a very good dancer, he practices a lot, so you’re not always around. As long as there’s a lock on the bathroom door, he will deal with his situation. Not that the lock helps much, Ten’s not very good at keeping his voice under control, whether it be with you or just his hand, everyone knows what’s going on when you hear Ten’s incoherent moaning.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
I don’t see Ten having many kinks, if any at all? I just think we hype his sexualnessthats not a wordup way too much, he really seems pretty vanilla to me. Not that that’s a bad thing, but Ten seems really basic and standard. If anything, praise might be a slight kink, adding to his motivation, but that doesn’t really qualify entirely.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Besides the comfort of your bed, the only place he enjoys doing the do is the bath, he takes full advantage of the bathroom having a spacious bath, and the sneaky way he pretends he just wants a bath to relax with his lover. We all know if you get in that bath, you’re going to end up dirtier than when you got in. And the best part about bath sex? You can just get clean again…and dirty again…and clean again…

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Honestly the thing that gets him going is just knowing how much you love him, when you purposely overdo the compliments and praising his looks or dancing or voice, he knows what you’re up to. You’ve slightly conditioned him that way, it was sort of your way of telling him you wanted some time alone with him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Public sex is literally not on the menu. The thrill of public sex is the knowledge that literally anyone could see you, making it a game of being sneaky, but Ten cannot handle that. He’d be too paranoid of getting in trouble for public indecency or one of the members walking in on you in the living room, he made sure to shut down that idea instantly.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Like Johnny, he doesn’t really like isolating his pleasure, he wants to be able to please you the same as you do him, so when the act of oral comes up, it’s more often than not 69. At first he was kind of messy, not really know what he was supposed to do, or how to do it well, but by the end of your ‘lesson’, you turned him into a pro.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Ten’s dancing is very flowy, smooth movements like water. A perfect lover at heart, his pace leans more towards slow and sensual, he likes stretching out the pleasure for the both of you, making sure you’re both completely satisfied and that you fully feel his love.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
It’s an odd occurrence, but when the moment arises where you two don’t have the proper time to deal with it, he pretty much needs the quickie. Ten isn’t one that can just ignore his dick hard and ruining his life, it needs to be dealt with, and if you’re around, would you really reject some more fun with Ten?

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
I deadass think Ten would cry if someone walked in on your two, he’d be so mortified. I definitely don’t see him taking any risks that happen outside of the bedroom or bathroom, he’s very private with his affection to you, it’d kill him if someone saw you two doing something naughty. Although I don’t see him enjoying many things beyond typical sex(ie. bringing in toys or kinks or whatever), if you propose them, he’d try them out at least, but I don’t see him taking to anything more than just you and him together.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Ten is a damn good dancer, and he’s been doing it since he was a kid, so I don’t think he gets winded, he doesn’t get tried easily. As many rounds as you can handle, he’ll gladly give you them. Nana said he’s a ‘long fuck, he’s a go all night till you see the sunlight kind of fuck’, literally my 60+ year old grandma said that, she knows what she’s talking about.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
I don’t think toys have ever cross his mind, unless you brought it up. He’s more of a hands on lover, he-like Taeyong- enjoys the fact that it’s you and him alone that makes the sex between you two so pleasurable. That it’s your affection and love and desire for one another that takes you to nirvana, not some silicon toy or vibrator, I don’t see him dipping his toes into that pool.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He’s not much of a tease, Ten likes making sure you’re both on the same level of pleasure. Foreplay is a must, but once you tell him to get on with it, he complies easily.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
I don’t think he’s very vocal, he doesn’t say much beyond whispering a few I loves yous during the act, but he’s a definite moaner, he’s not quiet at all, if you’re in the house, you will hear Ten, that’s a fact. And to his horror, is a reason for the taunting from the other boys after one of them heard him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Your first time together, a story you liked to tease Ten over, stemmed from Ten having a wet dream. What other outcome could there possibly be when you’re woken up in the middle of the night by your boyfriend groaning your name and practically humping you in his sleep besides waking him up and dealing with his…situation?

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
In my Nana’s wise words, Ten’s ‘too pretty to have those weird, forearm sized wieners. He ain’t big but those hips…it’s all good shorty’. I agree, either he does a really good tuck job, or he’s just not on the bigger side, which really doesn’t mean anything. The boy makes up for everything with his pretty face and those goddamn hips will take you to another world no matter what.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
I don’t think Ten has a very high sex drive, I think most of his energy is worked off with his dancing, I’m think his drive is actually pretty average.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I think Ten is a lover than likes to cuddle and talk about your relationship and how much he loves you and how the universe works every night, it’s part of your sleep schedule so it certainly becomes part of the after-sex routine. He doesn’t fall asleep easily afterwards, he wants to stay up, make sure you’re okay, eat, talk, clean up, cuddle, and then maybe he’ll go to sleep. That is, as long as your post sex convos don’t dip into aliens, then he’s never going to sleep.

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What A Wonderful World

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What if Zachariah didn’t send Dean to the future because he succeeded in killing Lucifer in 2014? And what if the night before the final showdown was your last chance to set the record straight about how you really felt about Cas? One night with the ex-angel changes your whole world.

Pairing: Endverse!Cas x Reader

WARNING: ANGST (angsty fluff), strong language, drug and alcohol abuse, sexual situations and references to smut. And last but not least, CHARACTER DEATH

Word Count: 7,477

So, @splendidcas came up with the idea of sitting around with Endverse!Cas, and what it would be like to just talk as you both enjoyed the effects of illegal substances. From there I hijacked her cute little intro and drove it straight into hell with an angsty story line that was befitting the Endverse theme. She then very graciously let me use the idea. So, I proceeded to write the fic with the full intention of making her fluffy self cry.

And as for @webcricket, she is a darling in the world of fluff and, since she pointed out that her ultimate goal is to crack the frozen shell of my angsty little heart, I have decided to keep her in mind while writing this fic. Enjoy, little Cricket.

Have some mood music

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“I don’t believe you,”

Cas chuckled as he stared up at the cabin ceiling through the haze in his eyes. The light trails of smoke had drifted away to curl and stretch across the length of the room. You laid there together, swimming in a dizzying blanket of drugs and alcohol, reliving the glory days as you both tried to escape the weight of the imminent sunrise.

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Hello, it´s a little strange for me to ask for my own birthday present, but I´ll try anyway. My b-day is on 16th of February and I´d love me some "it would have happened anyway" in Panem AU or historical Everlark, rated M. Thank you for this wonderful blog!

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Happy birthday @madamemarquise! It is always okay with us to send in your own ask. ;) We hope your day is amazing! Here is your ‘It would have happened anyway’ ficlet, courtesy of the very talented @xerxia31. Enjoy!


Destiny

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The day of Peeta Mellark’s last reaping dawned gloriously, with a pink-and-gold sunrise sliding back to reveal blue skies, and a soft breeze fluttering through the open windows. But he couldn’t enjoy it, and not just because he was holed up in the bakery, toiling in front of the ovens.

He couldn’t enjoy it because he was terrified about Katniss, the girl he’d had a crush on since forever. It would be her last reaping too, one way or another.

It was the another thought that had him so worked up.

Peeta had spent three-quarters of his life watching Katniss Everdeen. Watching the sweet, vibrant girl who sang like an angel - but was forced to grow up far too fast - turn into a strong, independent, often-scowling woman. In the years since her father died, in the years since that gut-wrenching day she’d appeared at the back of the bakery, skeletal and with eyes already dead, Katniss had learned to take care of herself and her family. And Peeta had been watching. He knew each time she took out tesserae, had been mentally counting her slips in the reaping bowls for six long years. And this year, her name was in the reaping twenty-eight times. Twenty-eight!

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Arrow 5x18 “Disband” - What We Know What We Hope

What We Know

Extended Promo

Synopsis

OLIVER CALLS ON THE BRATVA FOR HELP — Diggle (David Ramsey) and Felicity (Emily Bett Rickards) are shocked by Oliver’s (Stephen Amell) decision to call on the Bratva to help take down Prometheus (Josh Segurra). Concerned the Bratva may overstep, Diggle has a hard conversation with Oliver about what happens if things go south. Meanwhile, Felicity learns something shocking at Helix.

Promo Stills

Cast on IMDB

This list is missing at least Carly Pope. Probably Willa Holand is only to be credtited without appearing.

Writer

Rebecca Bellotto

She co-wrote 4x16 “Broken hearts”

Originally posted by oliver-and-felicity

Originally posted by yet-i-remain-quiet

Originally posted by almeidalea01

It was painful but so Olicity perfect even if was a second break up. I have high hopes that there is going to be some Olicity tidbit in 5x18, one that would make me feel things are evolving to it’s final solution, the adult talk… the Olicity back on my screen.

What We Expect

After 5x17 Oliver Queen reacts. He’s up for vengeance against Adrian and he reaches for Darkness to fight Darkness. He turns to BRATVA to finish Adrian off.

At this point I don’t know if Oliver is BRATVA anymore, not because of the tattoo having disappear but for Oliver’s betrayal on Season 2, the same betrayal that earn him Anatoly less than friendly welcome in Russia. And then again during that Russian episode BRATVA and Oliver finished up on friendly terms with Anatoly expecting to pay a visit to Star City. At the time Oliver didn’t like it, now it’s Oliver that calls them.

Star City Mayor calls the BRATVA to kill the psychotic killer that is the Star City DA.

Originally posted by miss-sparkle-bottom

I’m pretty sure it’s the first time a Mayor calls in a Criminal Organization to his City. We know what Oliver wants from BRATVA but in exchange BRATVA is going to want something from Oliver. There’s something in Star City that BRATVA wants… a weapon? Just to take over criminal underground with Mayor support?

What I know is Oliver is willing to pay the price.

IMO it’s all worth it as we get to watch Anatoly in Star City, inside the Arrow Bunker even, and, if I’m seeing this right, working with Spartan, Canary/Dinah and Wild Dog (it looks like him standing very still on the staircase in the Promo - I maybe wrong though) this is going to be fun.

BRATVA is going to create all kind of havoc, and the Team will tackle them. Double fun.

Originally posted by etudiant-en-ph2

Oliver is going after Adrian. As Mayor he takes his day job very serious too and Quentin seems not to shy away from Adrian. You have to love Quentin.

Originally posted by heckyeahreactiongifs

On his offtime Oliver takes the other mask

and goes after Adrian. It’s going to be another epic fight Oliver wearing the mask this time

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

hoping that’s why Adrian has his arm hurt. I would much rather it would be from the fight with Oliver than by the limo being ramed over by a truck

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Oliver IMO is going to take every step he can to keep the ones he cares about safe - the Team, Diggle, Felicity, and (yes) Susan.

Thing is Diggle doesn’t look like he’s allowing BRATVA to take the lead and gain any control over Star City; or Adrian to manipulate Oliver into playing at his level… and Diggle is going to get punched.

(Mary Tagus GIF)

Felicity is just going to work on her own angle, taking advantage of her expertise, skills and Helix. But her purpose her drive is the same, Adrian.

Oliver just wants her far away from Adrian, Helix gives him that in a away. Even if I do think Adrian is in some way connected with Helix (as he was the one driving Felicity to it) Oliver and Felicity don’t seem to be aware of that (they could but I don’t think they do). She’s going to find something bad about Helix, something that should give her pause but it won’t because, like Oliver, she’s willing to pay the price to take Adrian down.

Originally posted by welovevampires

Random thoughts

I’m ready for Oliver to fight and beat Adrian. Both as Mayor and as Arrow. Resigning is not really a good place for anyone to stay, especially a hero so I’m happy Oliver is reacting and fighting.

Protecting the people he loves is so ingrained in Oliver I can understand he wants The Team far from the fight but… punching Diggle?

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

I’m think Adrian is going to be taken by surprise by Oliver’s move. I dare venture that after extracting Oliver’s confession Adrian thought Oliver would be on the brink of suicide. Guess what…

Originally posted by cuong205a

…the game isn’t over and your opponent is not in Checkmate anymore.

About Olicity the Synopsis mentions something on the lines of Felicity not agreeing with Oliver calling BRATVA. That part is missing from stills and promo and I’m thinking that it’s missing because of it’s goodness…

Originally posted by cybertronicvagrant

…it can be a fight, a discussion but as long as there’s emotions, sparks flying and personal space invasion, I’m good.

You know how much I dislike having Susan face on my dash and I seriously consider *redacting* those stills but then I saw her face and she doesn’t look happy, opposite Oliver that is all so attentive but not really giving a damn… I think the moment as finally come

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

I don’t think this episode is going to be a happy Arrow episode (when did we ever had one?!?) it will be dark. Not as dark as last week but dark. 

Oliver is not okay (how could he) and it shows. It looks like he’s not listening to his friends and he’s going to tackle things without a pause to consider Diggle and Felicity objections. That’s not Oliver, That’s not the Oliver we know. He’s being driven by a need for revenge and willing to pay the price no matter how high… that can never end well.

Felicity is not okay (how could she) and it shows. The wedge between Oliver and Felicity is increasing as she also get’s to be driven by the need for revenge, taking a different path the purpose is the same as Oliver, she’s willing to pay the price I’m guessing a price higher than she ever expected,… that can never end well.

But I do think we will have an Olicity moment. A small bit of light shining on the dark… it’s enough for me, after pitch night even the light of a small candle feels like the Sun.

Originally posted by v-lucas

Why do I think we will have an Olicity moment? Because last episode was so unbalanced, last episode was pure Dark, pure Oliver; the writers need to get back on balanced ground with all their storylines moving forward. And Olicity is a key storyline.

I’m excited for the episode. I can only see things progressing and Oliver will grow and be different and Felicity will go down her path and also be different. And that’s why I love them, they evolve, they develop… 

Originally posted by andreafornaro


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Gangsters in Love: Honest Trailer

I really love watching Honest Trailers on YouTube so I thought what if I made a series of Honest Trailers for Voltage Games…?


(The following is for humorous purposes only! Enjoy!)


Narrator: From the money hungry company that brought you Astoria Fates Kiss and Castaway Loves Adventure, comes another game about love that will cost you half of your entire paycheck you worked so hard to earn for your rent, school fees, or better yet, Japanese Voltage games where you can spent up to 4$ plus tax for 13 chapters instead of spending 9$ total plus tax for 6 separate chapters for ONE story arc…

Aurora: “It’s all just business.😉"

Narrator: Gangsters in Love!

(Beat)

Meet the MC!

An MC that made the Voltage fandom jump for joy only because she’s a blonde but is also frowned upon because she’s a 23 year old woman that dresses like a 5 year going to Sunday school.

MC: “There’s nothing wrong with my clothes!😠"

Irving: “Except for the fact that you dress like a middle schooler.😒"

Narrator: Her boring life in Southern California quickly changes when she is attacked by gangsters, and rescued by…gangsters?

Chance: “We’re offering you protection.😑"

Narrator: The MCs parents are revealed to be wanted criminals that managed to piss off all of California who finally decide to go to the MCs house at last minute instead of kidnapping the parents and killing them then.

The Valentine Gang infiltrates the MCs home and takes her away in hope to get info from her parents even though they know the MC makes it clear that she knows nothing, with the MC clearly going along with them because these gangsters are…hot!

MC: “They’re dangerous…but…😍"

Narrator: Man, they really made this MC a thirsty bimbo in this franchise. Way to go America!😒

(Beat)

Narrator: MC first meets Chance Valentine: an all American, Eisuke Ichinomiya who broke away from his fathers gang, acts like a cold hearted prick, and thinks he’s cool because he owns a bike and is the boss.

Chance: “Oh who cares…I’m the boss.😏"

Narrator: But is really a cello playing dork, who is so rich, yet can’t even buy his own house without mooching off his rich black friend.

Chance: “It’s my house!😠”

Irving: “Since WHEN? It’s MY house!😡”

(Beat)

Narrator: Yoshimitsu Valentine!

Narrator: Chance’s happy go lucky hot, Japanese older step brother who’s hair will instantly remind you of the chili pepper emoji or the hair tip of a chicken.

He’s a yakuza who never kills anyone with his katana.

Yoshimitsu: “I’m not killing you. It would be a waste of my sword.😒”

Narrator: And became the WORST leader no one but Chance asks for in season 2 out of pity for his brother.

Chance: “It seemed like a good idea at the time…😔”

Narrator: And who was seemingly popular enough to be the thumbnail of the app instead of the first main love interest himself.

Yoshimitsu: “Isn’t this an exciting way to end the party?😆”

Narrator: He’s a fuckboy who frequently fucks the MC in his route even though he tells her they are not official.

Yoshimitsu: “This–mm–doesn’t mean we’re together.😌”

MC: “I didn’t say anything about that. How about we just have a good time?😉"

Narrator: Man is this MC thirsty! But at least she’s more confident than her Japanese counterparts!😒

(Beat)

Ash Winters!

The mysterious badass hitman who would have been a better character in Metal Gear Solid, GTA V, or even Assassins Creed, with his expert skills in weaponry, stealth, and arson, instead of a romance option in some cheesy, girly, young woman’s romance sim.

WELL, that’s a lot better than a cool character like him becoming a sissy singer like Bieber!

Ash: “I was once scouted to be a K Pop idol.😁"

Narrator: Scandal in the Spotlight, anyone?🎤

(Beat)


Irving Monroe!

A celebrity lawyer and frequent guest on Ellen who is as sensitive as Wyatt from 6teen as he cries over puppy movies.

Yoshimitsu: “Are you…crying?😧”

Irving: *Sniffling* “What? No way man…😭”

Narrator: And even though he is called the ‘CHARISMATIC Justice’, he isn’t popular enough to be featured in any of the Amemix crossovers for OBVIOUS reasons!👦🏿

Aurora: “C'mon, this is Irving we’re talking about! 😏”

Irving:😠

(Beat)

Narrator: Aurora James,

The Gang’s sexiest, kickass lesbian hustler, and the reason for the games existence and occurrences. She’s a combination of Nami from One Piece with her love for money and Cana from Fairy Tail with her love for liquor and your stereotypical queer Latina all rolled into one.

And is determined to sleep with every woman in LA and their mother!

Aurora: “Oh another time I went home with this girl, but the next day I realized that I actually slept with her mo-😆”

Yoshimitsu: “TMI RORY! T.M.I.!😳”

(Beat)

Narrator: And Mateo Estrada!

A dirty old fed and the 6th brand new love interest introduced in the gang, as well as being a disappointment to all lesbians and bisexuals playing this game who all begged Voltage for Skylar to have her own route because they loved her ass.

Skylar: “Yeah I know you love my ass! 😏”

(Beat)

Narrator: Just like every other Voltage game since 1999, you are forced to choose who you date, have sex with, and eventually marry and have kids with.

You’ll live your days running from the cops, getting in car chases, playing poker, appearing on Ellen, negotiating with yakuza, fighting your own parents, almost getting killed but not getting kidnapped as much as the Japanese MC, actually FENDING for yourself comparing to the Japanese MC who thinks closing her eyes when her life is being threatened will make everything better.

All this while the thirsty, gold digging MC who turns out to have had no job or no friends prior to being kidnapped is able to seduce the pants off of any of the 6 gangsters and spends countless times with them fucking in almost EVERY chapter at inappropriate times!

MC: “I’m pregnant? How is this even possible? We’ve always been super careful! 😰”

Narrator: Yeah, I doubt it you used a condom when you was looking forward to that D, you hoe…😒

(Cue Aurora’s sexy CG) …Oh! Or…that V! Cause’ y'know…lesbian option…? And…yeah you get the idea…😅


(Beat)


STARRING:

“Not my Valentine!”(Chance)💔

“Human Shinra!”(Yoshimitsu)👹

“Black Phoenix Wright!”(Irving)☝🏿

“Ash Catch Em!”(Ash)🔫

“CASH Me Outside Drinking, How Bout Dat?!”(Aurora)🍷

“Mark Jefferson!”(Mateo)👓

“Kylie Jenner!”(Skylar)👄

“Bastard Valentine!”(Franco)👨🏻

“1 of 101 Dalmatians!”(Seymour)🐶

AND

“I’m a Barbie Girl, in a Gangster Worrrld!”(MC)💁🏼


“GTA 6: Barbie Joins a Gang!”



Narrator: Okay seriously! If Skylar doesn’t get her own route in 2017, I’m starting my own gang so we can go to California and confront Voltage Amemix ourselves adding an old man in his mid thirties and not some bad chick who’s hot as hell is absolute bullshit!


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Creepypasta #1044: Spencer's Last Prank

Length: Long

My coworkers liked stupid pranks.

I worked in a shitty clothing store in the local mall. It’s the kind of place that hires high schoolers and, over the summer, college kids. It’s minimum wage, so our employers didn’t expect much. Honestly, they just hoped we didn’t come in drunk. Hell, if our eyes were a little red, they’d look the other way, if you know what I mean. 

Which is why the pranks continued for so long. It started out small. Jumping out from behind doors. Hiding in clothing racks. Prank calling the store on days off. It was funny and petty and stupid.

That’s the key word again – stupid.

It was my coworker, Spencer. He’s the reason the pranking eventually came to an end about six months ago. And the reason that I eventually quit my job.

See, none of us were exactly rocket scientists. Most of us were a little dumb for the sole fact that we were teenagers. But Spencer was dumber than the rest of us. I mean, that kid was a few eggs short of a dozen. Not college material and probably would never move away from our hometown. But we liked him just the same. He was good for a laugh.

But, God… he took it too far.

It happened on Tuesday. I was working from three to nine, which meant I was on closing duty. I mopped the storefront, cleaned the windows, took out the trash and threw the cardboard boxes from inventory into the cardboard compactor. I locked up and did a quick inventory check. Most importantly, I did it all by myself.

See, Spencer was supposed to be working with me. He was supposed to come in at noon and leave at eight. It’s not uncommon for someone to close alone, but usually there’s another person there for part of the evening. It makes finishing closing duties easier. I can’t take out the trash while I’m helping customers, you know.

He’d been there when I came in at two, but at some point he’d left without letting me know and without clocking out. I was pretty irritated – I wondered if maybe he was playing some kind of joke on me. Spencer wasn’t the type to think things through – he might very well have thought that abandoning me on the night shift would be hilarious.

I called Spencer but didn’t get an answer. I called my manager and let her know that Spencer had ducked out on me. I expected Spencer to return my call or at least text, but he didn’t. The next time I worked – two days later – I asked my manager, but she hadn’t heard from Spencer either.

Now, Spencer might not be the brightest bulb in the box, and yes, sometimes he forgets his schedule or messes up and doesn’t come in for a shift. But he isn’t the kind to just shirk his responsibilities. If he misses work, he accepts the blame for it and makes it up to his coworkers. He doesn’t make excuses and it doesn’t happen often. That’s why none of us employees really have a problem with him. So the fact that he was completely MIA left me a bit confused. If he’d left me there as a joke, he would have confessed to it by now. He wouldn’t have stopped coming in to work entirely.

I didn’t get worried until the next week when Spencer’s mother officially filed a Missing Persons report.

She came into the store to talk to the manager. I saw them disappear into the office – which is really just a cramped closet in the back room with a dusty old desktop computer – and could barely make myself focus until they came back out. Mrs. Damson – that is to say, Spencer’s mom – had tears in her eyes. I heard my manager, Kelly, assure her that they’d check the security footage. Then, Kelly asked me to come to the back office. She’d never done that before.

It turns out that I was the last person to see Spencer before he went missing.

At least, the last known person. His mother had seen him at the house before he went to work that Tuesday. He’d never come home. Spencer had been working with me and only me – Tuesdays are slow and Kelly had been busy along with the rest of the managers, so there’d been no manager present. The last time I remembered seeing Spencer was around four-thirty when he’d gone to use the employee restroom in the back. That’s the last anyone had heard of him.

I told Kelly what I remembered and she told me she was going to try to get her hands on the security footage. Most likely, Spencer had just high-tailed it with some of his buddies. Impromptu road trip or something, hell if I know. Kelly assured me over and over that the most likely scenario was that Spencer was completely fine and had just done something unexpected… unexpected and stupid, but then again, this was Spencer we were talking about. Stupid was implied.

I let that placate me for the most part, although I was still nervous the rest of the night. I managed to distract myself for most of the next day, playing video games with a few buddies. It wasn’t until mid-evening when I got a call from Kelly.

“Hey, Conner, can you come to my apartment? There’s… something I want to talk to you about.”

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fluff friday (saturday) “stardust/enemies” {falling star} [gaasaku]

“Next!”

Sakura steps forward, taking her bundle of waivers and nondisclosures with her. She glances down at the seated attendant, nervously pressing the papers into his hands. He begins to flip through them and Sakura glances around, filled with nervous energy.

This is the first time she has been to Suna since becoming a ninja. She remembers, vaguely, that she came here with her parents on a business trip when she was quite young, maybe four or five. The memories are hazy, but the way the sun beats down upon her is as familiar as it is abrasive.

“Everything seems to be in order here,” the chunin says, stamping the packet. “Take this pass; it’ll be keyed to your chakra. You’ll be staying in the Konohagakure suite. The exams begin in three days’ time.”

“Thank you,” Sakura says, taking the card from him.

He eyes her before smirking. “You might want to purchase a cloak of some sort. You’re bound to be sunburned like this.”

Sakura flushes but nods in thanks before stepping away. She weaves her way through the crush of people, taking her time to examine the tough materials used to build the buildings around her. Most are made in curving angles, smoothed by the harsh weather. It is alien to her, the unforgiving sunlight, the earthy buildings, and the stinging sand, but it is not necessarily unwelcomed.

In some ways, it feels like a cleaning, a scourging of her soul.

(Secretly, Sakura is glad of it.)

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A Mystic Meeting

Title: A Mystic Meeting aka the Mystic Messenger ficlet no one asked for and I still wrote

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: None
Categories: F/M
Relationships: MC x Zen
Word count: 6760

Summary: In which Rika actually dies (rotten bitch), V befriends MC and makes her a new member of the RFA, no drama happens, MC has multiple months to plan the event and actually get to know the characters and yet they never meet in that time…until they do. Enjoy.


It had been many months since MC had joined the RFA – almost half a year at this point! - and yet no one but V had met the mysterious girl and new organizer of their infamous parties. Sure enough she was added to the chat room and everyone was allowed to talk to her through texts and call, yet all the boys and Jaehee were more than eager to finally be able to put a face to the tender voice on the other side of the line, to the kind words and encouragement on the screen. Hell, the girl didn’t even have her own emoticons! The RFA members had nothing to go by and V was always cryptic about her, never revealing anything about how MC might look. At first everyone was rather frustrated about it, especially Yoosung.

Yoosung★:
Since Rika died he’s even more secretive. It’s not fair!!!
ZEN:
Calm down, Yoosung. I’m sure he has a reason.
Maybe MC just doesn’t want us to know what she looks like…
Yoosung★:
I don’t believe that. Why wouldn’t she want us to know?
707:
Maybe she’s really ugly?
Yoosung★:
SEVEN!!!
ZEN:

I can’t believe you!
No Lady is ugly!
Yoosung★:
Yes, Zen’s right!

Hold on a moment…
Didn’t you do a background check on her, Seven?
707:
Yes, so?
Yoosung★:
Shouldn’t you know what she looks like?
707:

V refused to let me look into those files!

ZEN:
So what you’re saying is, you don’t know what she looks like either?
We’re in the same boat for once?
707:
Yes…
ZEN
HA!

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